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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 11:23:41 GMT
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Guilt.
That is the feeling that Kleio has felt since Back in Business XVII. In fact, it's been a feeling that has been hanging over her head since before that night. The road to Back in Business was different for Kleio this time around. She reminisced on her first match at the big one. She defeated fellow rookie and Ground Zero teammate Lizzie Rose at Back in Business XV. The feeling Kleio had that night was not guilt, in fact, quite the opposite. She had humiliated Lizzie, but she had proven that she was the better wrestler from Team Gabrielle. She was on top of the world that night, and highly touted as one of the greatest young stars in the FWA. Most media outlets had predicted she would be a World Champion by the end of that year. Even she predicted it.
That was two years ago.
Following that match at Back in Business XV, it was all downhill for Kleio. She recalled the feeling she had felt at Back In Business XVI. The one where she lost to XYZ. A feeling of defeat, exhaustion, and shame. She picked a fight with XYZ, and then she lost. It would have been one thing if that was just a bump in the road, but here we are now a year after that...two years since she defeated Lizzie Rose at Back in Business XV, and where is Kleio now?
This road to Back In Business she was not preparing to fight Lizzie Rose, or XYZ, or anyone in fact. No, she was preparing three others instead. And yet instead of the pride she felt at Back in Business XV or the shame she felt at Back in Business XVI, she felt guilt. And for some reason, that guilt feeling was the worst of all. There she was the leader of this stable, the leader of these young women, the leader of people who looked up to her...and she was rooting against them.
She would never say it out loud. But going into Back in Business XVII, watching the Trios Championships on the line, seeing The Coven compete for it...all from the sideline? Kleio wanted them to lose. Kleio wanted all of them to lose. And when they won, Kleio didn't feel that sense of pride. She didn't even feel guilt at that moment. She felt jealousy and hatred. She wanted to be there, she wanted to be a champion. And now here she is, nearing the three-year anniversary of her debut, and she has still yet to win a single championship in the FWA.
Now she sits in the parlor of Knockdrin Castle. Trixie, Blair, and Celestia are off who knows where. Maybe filming an episode of Ground Zero, another thing she's been left out of, or maybe they're preparing to defend their belts at Lights Out. All Kleio knows is that she is not there. It's just her...and Grandma Ethel. Kleio stared over at Ethel, who is sitting in her chair and watching TV. She should be preparing for her triple-threat match, but all she can do is wallow in the guilt and jealousy she's feeling.
Ethel seemed to notice her, as she turned her decaying old face over at her.
"Yes, deary?" Grandma Ethel asked her. Grandmas had a sense of knowing when something was wrong, and Ethel was no different. Kleio seemed to be caught off guard. She was still stirring in her thoughts when Ethel interrupted her. Jeopardy played in the background as Kleio struggled to articulate what she was feeling. Should she admit her feelings out loud? Would Ethel even understand? No, it wasn't the right time. Instead, she decided to play it off.
"I'm just...trying to figure out how I'm going to win this match. It's a big one Ethel. If I win, I'm fighting for the Television Championship. I have to win..." Kleio said, completely burying the actual reason for why she is distracted. Ethel smacked her old lips and nodded her head.
Ethel went on "Well hun...I used to be a wrestler myself back in the day you know? There's plenty of things you can to do get ready for a match...you could watch tape on your opponents, you could go to the gym, you could meditate even..." Ethel started to drift off mid-conversation and then stared back at the TV leaving Kleio confused.
Suddenly, Ethel snapped back into it. "But you're not just a wrestler are you?" she says to Kleio with a sly smile and then looks back at her TV. "No, you're a witch. And witches do things differently. I mean, did those three girls of yours win those Trios Championships all by themselves? No, they had to go trekking in the jungle looking for some special artifact. Do you want to know why they're having more success than you? It's because they use every potion, spell, and ritual they can to get ahead. It's high time you, the Witch Queen, start doing the same" Ethel says to her coldly.
Kleio looks at Ethel shocked. She had never seen this side of her before, but she was absolutely right. The rest of The Coven has been using the magic to their advantage. Kleio had been so focused on trying to keep them under control, that she hadn't used magic herself.
"But how Ethel? I mean, what do you suggest? Do you know any spells or potions that guarantee I get the win?" Kleio asks the older witch.
Ethel chuckles. and looks back at her TV once more before responding. "You want to get ahead? This title...what did you say it was called again?" Ethel asks the younger witch.
"The Television Championship" Kleio tells her.
Ethel lets out a loud witch-like cackle, one that nearly startles Kleio. She looks again at the TV, and says as sly as a fox "Then...perhaps you know where you'll find the answers you're looking for".
With that, Ethel snaps her fingers.
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Kleio had no idea what was going on. One minute she was in the parlor with Ethel, and the next everything started spinning around her. She placed her arm up over her head. "Ethel put me in the middle of a blizzard!" Kleio shouted out. All she could see was white snow all around her. And a loud static sound. She thought she was losing her hearing!
Suddenly, she began to see giant numbers in front of her.
In fact, they were the only thing she could see!
Kleio had no choice. She had to brace ahead and aim for the numbers.
She saw a giant 22 and went straight towards it.
Suddenly she found herself twisted and turning all over again. The snow started to dissipate, and with it the static went too.
Kleio couldn't believe it. As everything cleared up, she found herself not in her castle's parlor...
...but on a beach instead!
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Kleio, knees deep in the sand, got up and looked around her. She couldn't tell where she was. Fiji maybe? It definitely wasn't Dublin. Did Ethel send her to Barbados?
The ocean washed up onto her feet as she turned around and looked up the beach.
She could see a shelter of some sort, and a fire...people! She started to run towards them, and that's when she saw it.
A giant logo in the sky. .
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As soon as the music stopped playing, Kleio could hear a giant voice coming from the sky.
"Last time, on Survivor" Host Jeff Probst could be heard saying.
"Kleio formed an all-women's alliance called The Coven, and took control of the game. But with three of the four members of The Coven alliance finding immunity idols, Kleio is feeling on the outside. With just 7 players remaining, who will make the moves to outwit, outplay, and outlast the other castaways?" the voice boomed from the sky.
Her thoughts were a tangled mess, like a spider's web in a hurricane as she tried to make sense of what was going on.
To her relief, she saw Blair and Celestia begin to walk up to her.
"What the hell is going on guys?" she asked them. Blair nodded her head, as if she understood what Kleio was saying.
"I have no idea, but I don't like what they're planning...no worries, we still have the numbers. Venny may have won individual immunity, but we can still vote Al off the island. Just don't trust anything they say" Blair said, only confusing Kleio further. Celestia nodded at Blair, and added in. "Yeah, I mean we have the vote here. Me, Blair, you Kleio...and Trixie. It's just the two of them. They're outnumbered. If The Coven sticks together, we can just pick them off. We'll get Al this vote, and vote Venny off at the next vote simple as that."
It was at that moment that it all started to click for Kleio. She was on Survivor! But how was this possible? Survivor was a TV. Did Ethel...send her into the TV? But why were Blair and Celestia here? None of it made any sense.
Trixie joins in with the group. "Hey guys! Have you ever tried to eat a coconut without peeling the skin off first? It's really good!" she says excitedly. Blair rolls her eyes and motions for the group to head back to camp.
Kleio began to conclude that playing along with whatever was going on right now may be her best angle. Ethel did say that this was the way to win the Television Championship. Maybe she has to get Venny and Al voted off, and became the Sole Survivor! Well that should be no problem, according to Blair they apparently had the numbers.
After some time, Kleio decided to go fetch water from the camp's well. While she was doing so, she was approached by Venny. "I've got nothing to say to you" Kleio told him with a smile, enjoying the game she was playing. Venny shook off her cold response and instead tried to rationalize with her.
"Look, I'm only coming to you with this because I like you a lot more than Blair..." he said. Kleio's eyebrows raised, what was Venny trying? And why should she trust him? She let him continue on anyway, at the very least she could laugh about his desperate attempt to make a play and save Al here. "But Blair came to me about blindsiding you tonight at Tribal Council. She said now was the time to do it, and that you're the weakest member of the group" he finished.
Kleio looked on skeptical. Would Blair really say this?
Of course Venny would say anything. He has individual immunity, but he's on the chopping block next week after Al is gone.
Kleio decided to shut down his logic with some of her own. "If Blair tried to blindside me, the alliance would fall apart" she said confidently. Venny retorted back quickly "They'll still have the numbers on us, 3 to 2. She knows that now is the perfect time to take a threat out like you. She wants us to vote for you. I think it's because they plan on splitting the votes, just in case you have a hidden immunity idol. But I don't want to, I want you to vote with Al and I. If they split the votes, then the three of us can blindside Blair instead. 3-2-1 or whatever. It can work Kleio".
Kleio thought about it for a moment. Blair definitely would come up with a plan like this, but so would Venny.
"Think about it Kleio. If she was planning on voting Al, like she told you, why would she bother with this scheme? She doesn't need me and Al to think she's voting with us" Venny said.
And Kleio knew he was right. It didn't make sense.
She had two options. Stick with The Coven, and hope they don't blindside her. Or trust Venny, and join him and Al to blindside Blair first. Unfortunately for Kleio she didn't have time to think about it, as they were just getting ready to grab their torches and walk to Tribal Council. The next hour or so was a blur. Kleio had barely been listening to any questions that Jeff was asking during Tribal, and wasn't listening to any of the answers either. But finally, Probst snapped her out of the trance when he asked her a question personally.
"Would you agree Kleio?" he asked.
Kleio didn't know what to say. "Uh, I'm sorry Jeff can you repeat that" she asked him. Probst, looking annoyed, repeated his question again. "Would you agree with Blair, that the tribe as a whole is looking to vote out someone who's weak, as opposed to someone who is a threat to win the game?" Jeff asks again.
Kleio doesn't know how to answer. Did Blair really say that? Did Blair think Kleio was the weakest member of the tribe? No, no surely it's Al right? I mean he's the most inexperienced out of all of them. He's got the least accomplished. Or was it Kleio? I mean out of everyone in her alliance, Kleio was the one who hadn't won an immunity challenge. Kleio was the one with no hidden immunity idols. Even though Kleio formed the alliance, it seemed like Blair has all the control!
Blair must be talking about her.
Kleio doesn't have a choice. She has to side with Venny and Al. She has to take out Blair before she takes out her.
But before Kleio can answer Jeff, Blair answers instead.
"Well Jeff, I think out of anything...loyalty is the most important. Especially being loyal to the people who got you where you are in this game. Because without them you would've been voted out before the merge. We got where we're at by being a strong alliance".
How dare her!
"Well said Blair. Well then, if nobody else has anything to say...it's time to vote".
One by one the remaining six castaways go to cast their votes. Someone is going home. Blair votes, then Celestia, then Trixie, then Al, then Venny, and finally Kleio.
When Kleio gets up there...she takes her time deciding what to write down, but the camera never shows what she writes,
Jeff Probst then goes to retrieve the urn.
"If anybody has a hidden immunity idol and would like to play it...now would be the time to do so". Everyone looks at Kleio, but she doesn't budge. "I'll read the votes".
Jeff pulls a vote out of the urn.
"Al...that's one vote Al".
And two more.
"Al. That's two votes Al."
"Al. That's three votes Al."
Kleio suddenly realizes...her three Alliance members stuck to the alliance.
Jeff pulls another vote out.
"Blair. That's three votes Al, one vote Blair" he says.
"Blair. That's three votes Al, two votes Blair...one vote left".
Jeff pulls the parcel out of the urn as Kleio begins to panic. The same guilt feeling has returned! Kleio let her jealousy and paranoia get the best of her!
But before Jeff reads the vote, the snowstorm returns! Kleio can't stand to stay on this island for another minute. She runs past Probst and into the snow!
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Kleio runs as fast from her mistake as she can.
And a mistake it was. She had made the mistake of listening to the manipulative Venny. Why would Blair betray her? Why would The Coven see her as weak? She is their leader. She's the reason why they have titles in the first place.
Yet here Kleio is, still without a title. No! What is she saying? That was all just a TV show anyway. Survivor is scripted! It's fake. It doesn't matter.
That can't be what Ethel meant for her. She must have gone to the wrong channel.
Kleio tries her best to navigate through the snow as the high-pitched static rings in her ears. She looks up, and she sees numbers all around her. 24, 101, 47, 69...
She picks one and runs for it as fast as she can! Anything to get away from the last channel. Anything to get away from the guilt.
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Kleio emerges through the static and the snow.
She looks around. She definitely is not on an island anymore. Instead, she is now in a kitchen! Surrounded by chaos! There are three other chefs around her, and they're all being watched by some people in the front.
It all started to click.
She was on...
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Kleio looked at her table. She already had everything set up for her meals, now she just had to cook it. But she had no idea how to cook anything!
That's when she looked around her. The three other chefs she was in competition against...Blair, Celestia, and Trixie.
"Why couldn't it be Vengador and Blizzard?" Kleio said out loud.
"Hurry up ya fucking donuts!" came a roar from the front of the room. Kleio looked up and realized that it was Gordon Ramsay, and he was warning them all that the clock was winding down.
Kleio started to get into her own head. What is Blair cooking? Probably something evil and devious. Blair was always cooking up some of the nastiest stuff. Not nasty as in gross, but nasty as in evil. Poor Gordon, she might turn him into a frog, just like she did to those poor guys at the hotel. That has always been her strategy. Evil and cunning. It's why Kleio hasn't been able to focus on herself. She's spent so much time and energy controlling Blair. She's usually making sure that Blair doesn't do something unhinged, like poison the entire FWA roster or raise an army of the dead. It has been exhausting keeping her in check.
But then again, Kleio's thoughts began to wander even more, perhaps it was Celestia who was harder to control. Celestia wasn't as evil as Blair, and in a way that is its own issue. Kleio knows that Blair can't be changed, but Celestia always seems like she's teetering between joining her sister and turning a new leaf. She's so easily manipulated, and Kleio always has to worry about whether or not Celestia is on her side or her sister's. She doesn't even realize half the time that Blair treats her like garbage. Although, she's also low-key one of the better of the group...and a great potion maker. If anyone could actually beat her in this competition, it'd be Celestia.
But then there is Trixie. The newbie of the group, or is she? Somehow Trixie is simultaneously the weakest member of the group and the strongest at the same time. She is dumb as a bag of Ethel's kidney stones, yet she's the sole reason why the three of them won the Trios Championships in the first place. And then, Trixie went on to win her match against Sawyer Xavier while Blair and Celestia choked on Fallout.
"That's it. Time is up, time to present your dishes..." Gordon says from the front.
Kleio looks at her table. Somehow she made a dish after all!
Gordon calls the first contestant up "Trixie, you first. Let's go, hurry on now..."
Trixie timidly walks up to the intimidating Gordon Ramsay and presents her dish. It's a bowl of blueish-green liquid, topped with a little leaf garnish.
Gordon stares at it in disgust.
"What is this now?" he asks her as he takes a spoonful and puts it in his mouth.
"Gordon, I made for you...one of my favorite meals...Jolly Rancher Soup"
Gordon spits it out right away.
"Jolly Rancher soup! What is wrong with you? Do I look like a child? What makes you think I would want to have this...atrocity of a dish? Get out of my sight!" he screams at her. Trixie begins to cry as she runs back to her table.
"Alright, who's the next wanker?" he asks coldly. Celestia straightens up, picks up her dish, and walks it up towards Gordon. She confidently places it down right in front of him.
"Hi Gordon...today I made for you a delicacy. It comes from your hometown of London..."
Gordon snaps back at her "I was born in Scotland you IDIOT."
Celestia stumbles for a second, but she shakes it off and keeps going. "It comes from London, and it's been known around the world for almost 30 years. Some refer to this dish as The King of Europe. Others call it The Perfected One. I present to you a dish called Blizzard Béchamel Chicken. It is one of the greatest dishes that you will ever taste, I assure you. When you take a bite of it, you'll know it is a winner".
Gordon looks at Celestia skeptically.
He cuts into the chicken and takes a bite.
"Why did the chicken cross the road?" he asks her.
"Uh...to get to the other side?" Celestia asks confused.
Gordon shouts back "NO...because you didn't fucking COOK it. This chicken is so raw, I don't know what came first, it or the egg. You can't just put an unprepared chicken on a plate and expect it to win Celestia. And this chicken? It's unprepared. It still has feathers that is how unprepared it is.
There's no flavor. You say it's The King of Europe? This thing couldn't even be the Jester of Europe.
The Perfected One? What in the hell has it perfected? Being a loser? Let me tell you, if you present this dish at any competition, it'll lose every single time. At least any competition of mine. It isn't a winning dish, and that's all there is to it. I can't think of one single damn nice thing to say about it. It exists...that's about it. Maybe if you put it back in the oven, get it some experience as a cooked chicken, it could have a chance. But right now this chicken has no experience, it has no flavor, and...and the garnishes? The garnishes are just distracting. They add nothing to the dish. This Quinn Leaf you threw in for example...it just takes away from what is already a boring bland dish. You're overwhelming an already terrible chicken with these Quinn garnishes.
Get it out of here. Please...get it out of my face..."
And with that, Celestia hangs her head and shame and takes the Blizzard Béchamel Chicken away. Blair chuckles at Celestia's failure and picks up her dish to bring up to Gordon. She struts up to the front, her ego showing for all to see, and places the dish right in front of Gordon's face.
"What's this then?" he asks.
"I'm glad you asked, Gordon" Celestia responds. "Today I cooked for you a Vengador Vinaigrette Salmon. Some may say it comes from The Realm of Despair, but really that's just what they call my kitchen. I think you'll find that this fish is one of the greatest you'll ever eat. It's won competitions before, and I have no doubts that it'll blow you as a judge away as well".
Gordon takes a bite of Blair's fish, and spits it out right away.
"Oh my god...this fish is so raw, it's looking for Nemo! This is absolutely terrible...it's even more raw than the chicken I just had" Gordon shouts at her.
Blair doesn't know what to say.
But lucky for her, Gordon has all the words.
"Somehow not only is it raw, but it's dry at the same time. You have to be an exceptionally awful chef to pull that off, Congratulations you donkey. Like, imagine standing in a desert, talking to some random idiot with a pair of stupid goggles on your face, thinking you're Mad Max. Picture how dry that is...that's how dry this disgusting piece of fish is.
Honestly, my Gran could do better...and she's dead!" Gordon shouts.
"I can fix that..." Blair retorts.
"What?" Gordon asks confused. "Oh nothing, continue" Blair chuckles, not being as phased by Gordon's attitude.
"Blair, let me tell you something...there's a reason why you're on that side of the table and I'm on this side. Do you want to know why? It's because I'm the fucking Chef. I'm the leader, I'm the coach, I'm the one who teaches you how to be better. You don't run your little yap at me. Yap yap yap, that's what you do.
Well let me tell ya.
You are a follower.
Do you want to go ahead and challenge your leader to a fight? Do you think you're better? Go ahead, and you'll get embarrassed. It doesn't matter if you had won your little competition. The coach is going to win. And you're going to get embarrassed. Because the truth is, you're not ready.
This fish, can't beat my fish.
You're a follower, Blair. Follow the leaders, and go get out of my sight" Gordon says.
Blair gives him a scowl, then quickly turns her head and stomps away with her disgusting fish.
To describe Kleio as nervous would be an understatement. Gordon had just torn apart the dishes of her three competitors. She can't imagine what he's going to say about hers! She doesn't even remember making it. Nevertheless, she confidently takes her plate up to Gordon Ramsay and presents it to him. She takes a look at it and comes up with a name.
"Gordon...this is uh...the De Santos Picanha. It's a Brazillian dish that I think you're absolutely going to love" she tells him. He stares her down and then cautiously takes a bite of the food.
Suddenly his eyes light up.
He puts the fork down. "Kleio...this is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. What an amazing dish. Not only is it the most experienced dish that I've been presented with, but it has flavor. Do you know what another word for Flavor is in a dish? Character. I like to think of it like writing a story. Your dish is a character, and when you have a character, you need to develop that character. Out of all the dishes I have tasted tonight, yours is the only one that I can confidently say has truly developed a character. When I take a bite, I can taste the entire background history of what this dish has been through. It's like every story, every moment, has led up to this. It's flavorful, it's cooked perfectly, and it's just amazing overall. And best of all, it's not raw like those other dishes. No it's cooked perfectly. It has experience. You Kleio are not only a winner, but a leader...amazing dish.
Just amazing.
I think I can confidently say who the winner is..."
But before Kleio can hear the answer, she is shocked to see the snow return!
The static in her ear is back too.
"No! No this is the right channel...I beat Blair, Celestia, and Trixie...this is the right channel!"
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But suddenly she is engulfed by the snow and static. The channel numbers are all flying towards her now. They're going so fast, she doesn't even know which direction to go. She's no longer picking. Instead, it's almost as if the channels are being chosen for her.
The numbers continue to fly. She dodges a couple that nearly take her head off. Until finally a number 302 comes crashing right into her face!
And yet again, the snow disappears.
Leaving Kleio to figure out where she is now.
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With the static gone, Kleio can finally look around. She looks down and finds herself wearing a pants suit. It's very uncharacteristic of her. Her hair is pulled back too. In fact, everyone in the room is dressed pretty nicely.
And one guy is dressed like a judge.
It looks like she's in...a courtroom?
Oh no.
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With the opening credits over, Kleio can finally start to scramble to see what's going on. She looks down and finds herself sitting at the prosecutor's table. Over at the defense is a guy in a skull mask and a big dude with long brown hair.
"Oh god, am I supposed to be that bitch prosecutor?" Kleio says out loud.
"Excuse me?" snaps back the Judge.
"Oh, nothing your honor" she quickly says.
Ugh, it's clear what she has to do. She's going to have to prosecute this case. Looking at the two defendants, it should be pretty easy. She has been building a case against them for weeks.
"Are you ready to make your opening statement, Ms. De Santos?" the Judge says.
Kleio stands up and straightens out her Hillary Clinton looking pantsuit. "Yes your honor" she says as she walks over in front of the jury.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Today I am going to prove to you why the defendants will be found guilty today of their crimes. The crime of not deserving to win the match against me at the FWA's 18th Anniversary Show. Such a match determines who will go on to face for the prestigious FWA Television Championship. I think it's fair to say that any FWA title belt is something that should be hard-earned. And can we truly say that El Vengador or Al Blizzard have put in the work to earn that title?
There is one thing that separates me from them. One thing that makes me more deserving than El Vengador and Al Blizzard both.
Who even is Al Blizzard? What has he done? He's shown up a few times, touting his glories from wrestling federations nobody has heard of, and apparently fought with his brother or father or best friend or whoever. Quite frankly, it's hard to even keep track of. It's like jumping into a TV show, and you've missed the first few seasons. And yet, how does any of this build-up to why Al Blizzard should be a Television Champion?
Meanwhile, El Vengador thinks he is on top of the world. The guy got eliminated on Ground Zero. Then he sneaks back in at the end of the season and gets lucky in the finale. Does that make him deserving of this shot? No, because what does he do after winning Ground Zero? He picks a fight with his Ground Zero coach. Now, I can tell you...as someone who also fought off against my Ground Zero coach Gabrielle Montgomery, it usually doesn't work out well. And it didn't for Vengador. No, Big El got humbled by little Katsu. In fact, Katsu proved that maybe Vengador should have done some time in nGw before coming up to the FWA. Maybe take the lead of the Internet Anti H8 Squad. Why some guy who just debuted a few months ago thinks he deserves a title shot over me? It is direct evidence of a crime.
Because here's the hard truth. The thing that separates me from them? I took the bumps. The falls. No, not just from the beginning of June like Vengador. Or from whenever this year Al Blizzard showed his face. I've been taking the falls for three years! Every since I started my wrestling career, I've gotten pushed down. And every time I got back up, I got pushed down again. I got disqualified from Ground Zero, I got drafted at the very end of the FWA draft, I suffered a near career-ending concussion, I came up just a little bit too short in the King of the Deathmatch tournament not once but TWICE, and then I watched the three girls I mentor go and win titles before me.
But with every single one of those falls I got up stronger.
How many falls have you guys had? You two have not seen real battle. You've not seen real loss. But at the FWA Anniversary Show I can promise you...you'll get to. Because when you knock me down, I'm going to keep getting back up because that's the only thing I know how to do. What do you two know?
Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury...when you go back to deliberations, you have one vote.
Guilty. "
Kleio looks upon the jury.
She can tell by their faces that their minds are made up. The defendants are guilty.
But suddenly the room begins to shift. In one quick spine and screen transition, Kleio now finds herself sitting in the witness box. Another prosecutor standing in front of the jury, and staring her down! Kleio's pantsuit has turned into an orange prison jumpsuit, and her hands are chained and shackled.
"Answer the question Ms. De Santos...are you guilty?" the prosecutor asks her.
Kleio is confused. How could things have turned on her just like this? One minute she was leading the prosecution, now she's the prosecuted. This wasn't fair. "No, I'm not guilty!" she yells.
"Lies! We have a signed confession from you stating that on the night of Back in Business XVII, you were rooting for your friends to lose" she shouts at her.
"No! I trained them...I helped prepare them. I'm the reason they won, why would I be mad about it..." she tries to explain.
"Because you wanted those titles for yourself. You always have. You can't stand the fact that they won a championship, and you still haven't. In three years, you haven't won a thing. You are jealous, and spiteful. And worst of all, you're guilty. Do you think your feelings are unique? Do you think Blair wouldn't be jealous of you if YOU won a championship? She certainly would. But do you think Blair would feel remorse about it? No, because she isn't guilty.
You are.
Guilty.
Guilty.
Guilty!"
Kleio tries to defend herself. "I've got nothing to feel guilty about, they deserved those titles!" she says.
"Oh really? A moment ago you told me you're the reason why they won" the prosecutor says.
"I know what I said" Kleio says under her breath.
The prosecutor responds "I could have the court reporter read it back to you. Answer the question, do you feel guilty about your feelings after the Back in Business match?"
"It doesn't matter anymore" Kleio says.
"Answer the question Kleio..."
"I'll answer...you think you want answers?" she says.
"I think The Coven is entitled to them" the prosecutor says.
"You want answers?"
"I want the truth" the prosecutor shouts.
"YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! Sister, we live in a world that is built on the very fabric of competition. Every win, loss, or no contest fills our fragile little egos. The same fragile little egos that forced us into this business in the first place. To suggest that someone wouldn't want their underlings to win titles while they're left with nothing is laughable. And it's not just like I had other stuff going on. No, I sat on the sidelines for months while I watched Trixie and the Ravenwood sisters get booked for action left and right. All while I was doing what? Twiddling my damn thumbs?" she says.
"Did you feel guilty after Back in Business?"
"I felt what any-"
"DID YOU FEEL GUILTY AFTER BACK IN BUSINESS?"
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DID! I didn't want them to win. I admit it, and now it's tearing my up inside. And it's still tearing me goddamn up inside because I STILL am mad that they won. I still am mad that they have titles and I don't. So all the guilt is that's eating me away isn't going to stop, because my anger isn't stopping. It should've been me in that Trios match with Blair and Celestia. I brought Trixie in, I helped her...I set her up for that match...and yet she won a title, and I didn't. I was on the sidelines, I was the one not getting booked. While SHE took my spot. And yet it was all by my design. What am I supposed to feel? Giddy? No. Right now I can't stand to look at any of them. And I hate myself for it".
The prosecutor smirks.
Kleio realizes she finally cracked. She wants to burst into tears, but before she can...the static appears again. This time she doesn't run at it, but it doesn't matter.
It engulfs her anyway.
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This time Kleio isn't even walking through the snow. She's just flying...going wherever it wants her to.
She closes her eyes in almost a final relaxed state, feeling somewhat better after her confession. The channel numbers are still flying past her at rapid speeds, but yet she is going faster.
She has become comfortably numb.
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When Kleio opens her eyes, she's shocked at where she finds herself.
Perhaps the one place she was looking for the entire time...
With the wrestling ring, thousands of fans...there was no question. She was at the FWA's 18th Anniversary show. It all made sense now. Ethel wanted her here, so she could go ahead and win the match. Her plan was simple, This was a TV show. So she had control of the TV? She'd be able to use that to her advantage and beat Vengador and Blizzard that way.
Everything was going to plan. Kleio excitedly ran through the hallway, she had to make it to the ring.
And then, that's when she saw it...
...the old Fallout logo.
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"No...no no no" Kleio says.
She wasn't at the Anniversary Show after all.
No.
She was in a rerun. She quickly grabbed someone backstage, and frantically asked.
"What's the date? Please tell me the date" she said. "Uh...September 3rd..." he said. "WHAT YEAR!" she shouted at him, and he quickly shouted back "2021!" before running off.
Oh god. She was at Fallout 004.
Why did it have to be Fallout 004? Fallout 004 was when everything went downhill. It was her first title match. She fought off against J.J.JAY! who was defending his X Championship against Nate Savage, Kayden Knox, and well..Kleio De Santos. Kleio De Santos was 7-3 going into that one, and she was coming off a huge win against Fallout's number one pick of the draft Krash.
Everything was going great.
Until it wasn't.
That was when the falls all started.
Suddenly, Kleio knew why she was there. She knew what she had to do. Could she run to the ring? Injure Uncle, and ensure Kleio's easy victory over Knox and Savage? Potentially. But no, there was someone else she needed to go see. Someone who played the biggest role in Kleio's downfall.
She ran as fast as she could through the hallways until she found the room she was looking for. She bursted in, and startled the young girl inside.
"Stop...whatever you're thinking. Whatever you're feeling right now...you gotta get over it. I know your mental state isn't in it right now, and you don't have the energy for this. That Shawn Summers loss really tore you down, but I promise you...if you don't pull it together right now, you're going to slide. And you're going to slide far...you have to get it together. You have to win this match! Go out there, beat Uncle, and become an X Champion. None of that Rose Colored Glasses shit! Please..." she pleads with the younger version of herself. But the younger version just smiles back at her.
"You're right Kleio...no more Rose Colored Glasses. But we can't change the past. Only now" she tells herself.
The older Kleio looks on confused, but seems to understand. "I get it...it's what I was saying earlier right? Those losses need to make me who I am?" she asks.
"No. It's not the battles you're in that make you strong Kleio. It's the battles that prove you're strong. But you can't keep carrying that with you. Every scar doesn't need a story. It's time to let it go and move on. This is your chance for a fresh start. A chance...not to start over, but to start again. I think you can return to greatness. Return to the high potential everyone saw you as. But all the regret, all the hate, all the GUILT...you need to let it go..."
And just like that. The younger Kleio fades away.
And so does the walls around her.
This time there is no static.
There is no snow.
Just peace.
Kleio closes her eyes.
And enjoys the moment.
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She looks around to find Grandma Ethel, also in her chair, snoozing away.
She looks back at the TV, and Jeopordy is still playing in the background. Kleio rubs her eyes, trying to figure out whether all of that was real or not. It didn't matter...it was real enough.
At that moment, for the first time in a long time, Kleio didn't feel angry.
She didn't feel ashamed.
Or exhausted.
Or depressed.
Or jealous.
Or guilty.
She felt relief. Like everything was lifted off her shoulders. Like she wasn't carrying every loss, every fall, every bad thing that has happened to her in her life with her. The chip in her shoulder? It was gone. And now, she finally felt ready to win.
“Ten spears go to battle," he whispered, "and nine shatter. Did the war forge the one that remained? No, Amaran. All the war did was identify the spear that would not break.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 11:24:15 GMT
Originally posted by Death Walker. They said they needed a hero… instead they got… ME!!! It begins with… a set of arms strapped down to a gurney as well as legs. Looking at what could only be perceived as a pair of cheap white slip-ons on their feet and some muscular dark toned arms. Which from this quick glimpse described a well fit, tall black man. He wore a white linen shirt with matching pants as if he chose to wear this for a purpose… like some type of uniform. In any event, he needed to figure out where he was, who he was and how the fuck did he get here. The black man looks further past his feet to see one of those old mainframe computers which looked like it hadn't worked in centuries. The room that he was in stood at about 10 feet in height, circular, rusted and worn down covered in all kinds of dust and dirt.with a section of the old mainframe computer aligned to some of the arc. As he looks past his head level, he sees a somewhat rusty operating table and a set of large panel windows where this bright orange glow had been spread over everything including himself. To his right, an open but dark doorway that could lead to a possible exit or impending doom. And to his left, a solid and curved steel wall where his gurney had been parked. Now that he had gathered enough information from what he could see, the man was going to break free. He tried to use his arms and legs as he struggled to get out of the tight restraints. As he was trying to make his getaway, he could hear footsteps approaching his location. So he quickly went into incapacitated state with his eyes closed and barely any sign of him breathing. The person gets closer to him, chewing something and that's when he could feel the eyes of this person staring right at him for the moment. ???: “Uhhhhhhhh… whatcha doin’?!?” The man’s patience had been tested with such a question so the unidentified black man decided to answer back with a question of his own. The restrained man: “What the fuck… DO IT LOOK LIKE??” The man opens his eyes and begins to erratically attempt to sit up using his whole body to get all up in the face of this unrecognizable person. Upon trying to hop off of this medical gurney, he sees a young black man with a disheveled appearance as he wore the same attire to what the restrained man had on… down to the white slip-ons. The man stops wasting his energy and tries to make some proper dialogue with the individual who could free him. He sighs before uttering his next words… The restrained man: “...What's your name, kid?”Young man: “I’m Whispers, everybody calls me Whispers.” That's when the man (in restraints) noticed the peculiar behavior of this young man as he spoke with a mouthful of snack bar and had these sporadic jitters like a scared squirrel. The restrained man: “Hey buddy… Whispers, could you undo these restraints so that we could have a better conversation?”Whispers: “Sure thing, Mr. Darius Wright, sir. Sure thing.”Darius Wright: “Wait… what did you call me?” Whispers repeats the name again while he works as fast as his skittish fingers could go. And as he was working on this, Darius is triggered by some form of recall that helps with his memories. W: “I caaaaaalled yooooouuuuu… Mr. Darius Wright. Don’tcha ‘member who ya are?! No? Oh… oh well.” And now he was free… free to sit right up and free to leave this shithole and Whispers or at least he thought. Darius slowly sits up with discomfort as he aches all over different areas of his body. He feels like he's been beaten by bats and clubs on every part of himself. A slight headache rushes across his forehead… DW: “WHAT THE FUCK?! Ahhhhhh shitttt!” Whispers just watches with his snack bar hanging from the corner of his mouth just like a cigar. The young man’s eyes are wide as he looks with concern given the awkward state that he's already in. DW: “Whispers, you got some water around here? Or maybe like… I don't know, like 30 or 40 aspirins and some Cognac? Because these aches… are something by themselves but this headache is like… it's like a goddamn sledgehammer to a concrete slab. Just constant hard pounding over and over and over…”W: “Water, we got but you must quiet down. The doctor will be up soon from one of his nap and we must not be caught roaming free.”DW: “MAN FUCK HIM AND FUCK THIS PLACE! Bring me the water.”W: “Right away, just… just calm down.”DW: “I am calm! Just bring me that water.” Frustration is read over the face of a dark hearted man who would invoke fear and pain upon anyone who he saw fit. And as Whispers scurries off for water, he just sits there for a few minutes… with his legs dangling over one of the edges of the gurney. He goes on to think of answers to the questions swirling around his mind as he tries to regain his full consciousness. Darius rubs each of his eyes and drops down to the ground using his right foot to land first. However, something strange happens… which makes him contemplate whether his body has been tampered with or this is his normal routine after waking up. Feeling weak, Darius stumbles a bit before catching himself from falling. He takes his time fixing his hunched up stance while holding onto the gurney. When he finally stands up straight and stretches his arms and legs, he feels a sense of low energy or perhaps the nature of aging. Whispers comes out of the darkened rectangular hole that leads to anywhere but this horrible looking room. Whispers hands over a bottle of water to the weakened older man as he opens it almost immediately. Darius takes some quick gulps and the water replenishes not only his thirst but some of his absent energy. Hunger was the next objective (at some point) but for now he needed to get as many answers as he could from the lively youngster. DW: “Yooooo Whispers, I need you to answer a few things for me. First of all, where are we? Number two, how did I or we get here? And lastly, why are we here?” And so the slightly off-kilter scavenger takes a second to think over the rapid questions and maybe his own words to reply back. W: “Hmmmm… well you see, we've been brought to a private medical institution where repeat offenders and the criminally insane are subjected to monitored imprisonment. The country came up with these new laws and policies that prohibit violent individuals who have shown a less than favorable manner in their everyday lifestyles. So the doctor for this facility was authorized, just like many others, to imprison all of us as his dysfunctional inmates with the possibility of rehabilitation or surgical adjustment. It's really up to whichever way that Doctor Wilson may feel like handling matters. Do you know that he's been renovating this place for the last 5 years and he still can't get a decent snack bar? Hmmm? I mean that's wack as fuck, don't you think? I asked Cat Lady and she was just muttering and muttering and muttering to herself. Do you know she thinks she owns a bunch of cats and they live here with us? HERE?! Man, that's-” Darius can't take anymore of the annoying rambling so he cuts him off in speech. DW: “Hey, hey, okay just stop. I think I got enough of the answers… as you gave me part of the ‘where’ and the ‘why’ but how in the fuck could anyone take me anywhere?” His eager buddy starts shooting off more details to give a full answer. W: “So what had happened is, they drugged us. Mmm hmmm, yeah! Drugged all of us like we’re some junkies or something and they got permission to just… just… just drug us and shit. Just pumping us full of chemicals and sedatives, all this damn fuck ass shit! I’M TIRED! I’M TIRED OF THESE GODDAMN WALLS! IN THE GODDAMN PRISON! IN THIS GODDAMN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION! Muthafuckas came and snatched me up, damn beasty lookin’ buffoons. I GOT STRIPES, MUTHAFUCKAS!!! I got stripes… like a tiger, I got stripes. Mmmm hmm, got me some stripes. Mmm hmm.” Wright merely watches the young man unravel before his eyes while hearing his rhetoric. Whispers shakes while staring off into the distance, breathing heavily but doing his best to contain himself. DW: “Well Whispers, I think it's my cue to go so if you could do me one last favor and point me to the nearest exit.”W: “Exit??? Man, ain't no damn exits… muthafuckas here will either shoot you down if you try to make a break for it or take your head smooth off. Don't believe me?! I got the shit right here on my phone. Take a look. Look!” As the agitated man pulls out a damaged cracked screen smartphone, Darius prepares to see how crazy this guy really might be. Whispers scrolls through a cluster of video files and then pulls up a video. But then it dawns on Darius… DW: “Hey if you got this phone, why haven't you tried to call somebody? Or pin drop this location in a text?”W: “ Duuuuhh, Darius! You think I haven't tried that? Come on, bruh. I might be a little off but I ain't that far gone. This phone has no way to connect to a satellite or be tracked, and yeah I’ve tried several times. Nothing connects if you try to call, text or use the Internet. But the camera still works, cracked and all. Watch this.” Whispers presses the play function on the video and it shows a couple of inmates in the same all-white uniforms. The older men yammer about being free as they run their best as they can towards a new modern style wire fence that surrounds an empty yard or lot. One of the men who surveys the fence in front of him, pulls out a tool to use on the steel wires. As soon as he goes to cut the wires, he’s promptly shocked with a strong current of electricity while blue electrical waves flow around the perimeter of the fence. But being determined to make their escape, the man being electrocuted continues to cut at the wires with some of them snapping loose. The other older gentleman is motivating the other to “don't give up!” and “you got this shit, we’re going home soon!” and even “come on, keep going! Almost home, Hank!”. It's really an inspiring scene up until…
the firing of a high caliber rifle goes off and within a split second of the sound of an incoming sniper round followed by another…
One last holler from the man who can't believe what he had to witness in front of his eyes and then he is soon silenced as well. The video ends in the most unsettling way and both viewers remain silent for a while. DW: “...You know if you had told me that I would have to be in a predicament like this. I’d beat the shit out of you if I wasn't already chewing you out. But this right here gives ‘unfair advantage’ a whole new meaning…”W: “Yeah um, that's the nurses or orderlies, whatever you choose to refer to them as… they're definitely combat trained, maybe ex-military.” This is when Darius glances at his reflection in the phone and sees the assortment of gray hairs mixed with his black hair. Both on his head and in his thick matted beard… he was officially old. Tripping over his head, he tries to continue their conversation but at that moment someone could be heard humming and creeping in their direction… DW: “I… I'm… I’m old and-”W: “SSSSHHHHH! Be quiet, the doctor’s coming. He’s coming to check on you. I can't be here, I can't. Whispers gotta hide, Whispers gotta make his moves.” Whispers starts to scuttle off to one of his small passageways but the once known Dark Traveler grips the shoulder of his shirt preventing him. DW: “Hey where are you going?”W: “To hide, Whispers must go now. Whispers can't get into any more trouble. Sorry, goodbye. Hiiiiiiide.” In a lower tone than his normal voice, he pulls away from Darius and disappears into a hole in this room just perfect for his size. Darius however, manages to get back to the gurney… ???: “I know… I did not hear the squeaky sounds of a young boy who loves his snack bars… Did I? Whispers, was that you? Oh Whispers, you're not supposed to be out of your cell. Let alone being absent from your cell block. Do not make me do the irrational action as a professional tormentor and physician. ASSISTANCE! ASSISTANCE PLEASE!” The doctor’s calm but loud exclaim, alerts a pair of his huge overgrown guards to hastily come to his aid. Guard #1: “Uh, yeah boss?”Doctor: “Yeeessssss… I would like for you both to go check on our well behaved, little Whispers. And make sure to report back to me with anything out of the ordinary.”Guard #1: “Right away, Dr. Wilson.” The two guards run along to go find Whispers as the doctor makes a slow stroll into the room where Darius was kept. Pretending again to be asleep, Darius just lies there with the straps loosely but unnoticeable tightened. Dr. Wilson: “Aaaaaahhh ha, one of my best if not the very best specimen to grace my institution. You my friend will be the perfect example of what we have to offer here. Hopefully, it won't take any shock therapy or brain surgery to get you to that point. But I am not opposed to getting my hands dirty and making good use of my medical degrees.” The doctor with his eyes on a lifeless Darius Wright as he takes his time approaching him. Dr. W: “You can stop pretending to be knocked out, I know that you're awake and I can see by even the littlest heaving of your chest that you are very much alert. It has been 12 hours and given who you are, you're surely not sleeping your days away.” Darius thinks fast as he gets ready to reveal that he's at least awake… Then he jumps up, swinging a fast kick in the direction of where he last picked up on the doctor’s voice. However…
the doctor was wiser than expected and was positioned several feet away with a pair of his armed guards by his sides. He unfolds his arms and places his hands on his hips as he watches the failed attempt to run off. Dr. W: “Would y'all look at this pugnacious asshole trying to kick your boss’s head off? Look at him! Just all riled up and ready… I knew he was gonna be trouble. Um, get a hold of him before he tears up my expensive vintage equipment, please and thank you!” The guards take their time coming towards the fighter from both sides. Darius positions himself where he can see both guards at the same time. He brings his fists up, prepared to put his boxing skills to work. But as he took his eyes off one of the guards, he’s shot in the hip with a tranquilizer dart… from the doctor. Dr. W: “You see, to be one on top of his shit… you must expect the unexpected and prepare for the worst. And I, Mr. Wright, have been preparing for quite some time. Take Mr. Wright to his new living quarters and make sure that he doesn't find a way out.” A drug induced Darius still tries to swing wildly with non-connecting punches and his legs become more frail than they might have been. The guards are now able to approach this tough old man and grab him before he collapses onto the filthy floor. They take an arm each and lift him up, dragging just the tip of his shoes as they carry him out the lab and down the corridors to his assigned cell block. Once they get there, they drag him into a cell and drop him onto his bunk. The guards take the dart from his hip, walk out and return to their employer while the other guards circulate through the entire prison. Then a sudden thump is brought to Darius's ears, only able to turn his head to the wall as the sedative gets all into his system. ???: “Hey pal, don't fight it. Just let it do what it's gonna do. You’ll be much better tomorrow after a hearty breakfast.” As Darius drifts off into deep peaceful sleep, he swears…
that…
he recognized that voice… zzzzzzzz…
It’s A New Day!! (No, no. Not those beloved goofballs) Mind racing with all these random voices, some are familiar and others seem vaguely distinct. Darius’s eyes flutter open as he awakens to a new day… BEHIND BARS?!? He sits up real quick and gets up carefully, holding the wall to the right. The rest of the drug wears off upon his blood flow returns to normal. Gripping these new state of the art steel bars to this experimental penitentiary, he achieves his bearings and his neighbor speaks again… ???: “I say hey! How ya doin’ over there?”DW: “Why do you care? Are you ‘my doctor’?”???: “hmmm… that's funny.”DW: “Yeah, I'm a real stand-up comedian. You should see me on Fridays, I get in rare form. Ha!”???: “No, it's just you have… a very familiar voice.”DW: “Look, man! It's like I’ve told people before, I’m NOT HIM!!! No matter where I go, everybody comes running up. Talkin’ ‘bout some ‘You’re him! You’re him!’. Who the hell knows what a Michael Jai White is? Back in my day, we called him Michael J. Fox and left it at that. Now muthafuckas wanna run around dropping nicknames and labels on folks.”???: “You sure you've never been to like… California? Los Angeles?”DW: “BEEN THERE?! I CAN’T THAT PLACE, every time I think of being there… it makes me… it makes me! IT MAKES ME WANNA VOMIT!!! Those low class, narcissistic, arrogant assholes. Who do they think they are?”???: “Yeah, you tell ‘em buddy. You tell those uppity jackasses!”DW: “Mmm hmm, I moved from there a few years back. I couldn't stand claiming that as where I’m from any longer. Got me a nice little place, probably not too far from here. I can only hope- HEY, Wait a minute! You're the one that sounds familiar but I can't for the love of me put the voice with a face.”???: “...” There's silence for the remainder of their time in their cells. Darius examines the prison bars, looking for the best ways to get out. He notices that the bars open and close from the above. He then attempts to lift on the bars of the electronically locked cell door. Darius does this for like 20 minutes before calling it quits. He turns to walk away and… the cell door lifts on its own as if he had been granted a wish.
{"9x's Outta 10 by BlaQKout"}[MEDIA=youtube]HHe18yE2kXM[/MEDIA] He turns back to the now opened way out of his cell and he steps out cautiously to see a number of guards with their tranquilizer guns drawn. He looks over to his right in anticipation of seeing his neighbor and it's not long before the person comes out of their cell… ???: “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take it easy, fellas. You’ll all get to admire greatness before you and-”DW: “I figured it might be you… good ol’ Richard Cross. A man that I despise more than I like. Are you still gonna whine about your family? How's your friend, what-his-face? Or should I ask if you have any friends?”Richard Cross: “Well at least, I had people who cared about me and supported my efforts. Where's your family and disciples? Where's your mystery man huh? Did he get tired of your attitude problems? Or did he move on to haunt some other little boy? Ooooooohh such a mystery! We all knew who he was and that it was only a matter of time before he would desert you. I’m just glad that struck a nerve with you.”DW: “Touché, muthafucka, touché.” And with that brief exchange, Darius's new day got off to a really really bad start. A handful of guards do a routine cell check and then all of them escort the men to breakfast in the cafeteria. DW: “You know… one of these days, I’m gonna knock you muthafuckas out including you, Richard.”RC: “Well, it doesn't look like it's gonna be anytime soon, Dusty Traveler.”DW: “Yeah, fuck you too!” The guards, two of which can barely fit most of the walkways due to how tall and muscle-bound they are. Each stood at around 6’5” and looked like they each weighed about 350 pounds. Almost like they had been recruited from a body builder competition as their security guard uniforms were ready to rip if they broke wind, genuine descriptions of brick walls. It was as if these men were clones as they resembled one another in some character and facial traits. After having to push both men in the direction to the cafeteria most of the journey there as they bickered, both Darius and Richard entered an absolutely spotless dining area. They look around and see that they're not alone. The doctor had some other guests with him that weren't guards… Dr. W: “I’m sure you both will recognize your cohorts sitting here at these tables. So that means there are no introductions needed, you may have a seat.” Scanning the room, over the known faces that had also gotten older like Darius. He shines a smirk and nods at the others who now see who he and Richard are. Their eyes get big with some surprise since the last time they worked together. Everybody stares towards Darius as he stares right back and Whispers comes over and sits next to his new pal. Dr. W: “Some of you know why you're here, some of you know why you're REALLY here for… I’d advise you all to enjoy this exquisite spread of breakfast favorites. And when you all are done, you will be escorted back to your comfy cells until later today. But for right now, enjoy!” The doctor claps his hands one loud time to make sure his last words got through to the inmates. However, this doesn't prevent the hard stares they're giving each other. There are guards blocking the doorway after the doctor makes his exit and four of them at every corner of the cafeteria. Another four guards walk to each cluster of inmates, poking them with their weapons and insisting that they get up to grab something for breakfast. A few of them get up and make their way over to the serving station but haven't quite stopped their staring. The last ones to get up as some fuss and grumble with the aggressive treatment. ???: “Hey! Do you mind watching where you point those things? You don't want to pop off… prematurely! Ha ha.”???: “Yeah, premature ejacu-”???: “Whoooaaa, I think that these good men get the reference.” One of the most arrogant makes himself not only heard but seen too. Along with his tag along compadre, they keep eyes on Darius and Whispers as they get in line behind them. ???: “And here I stand… in front of everyone, ahead of everyone. Some things never change, I guess.”???: “Yeah, never change like… like… uhhh, like… wait a minute. LIKE DRIVING DOWN A DEAD END STREET! YEAH, HA!”???: “Wait… what do you mean?”???: “Because no matter what, you gotta turn yourself around to leave.”???: “You know what… oddly enough, that makes sense. Hmmm…” The same obnoxious fools shuffle from one food item to the next, collecting what they choose to consume today. As the other QUIET inmates do the same but keep their thoughts to themselves instead of saying them out loud. Darius and Whispers are finally the last to fill up their trays with what they want. While fixing their meals, these two have their own non-disruptive conversation… DW: “I know every last one of these fuckers… some more than others but yeah I know them.”W: “Whatcha talkin’ ‘bout DW?! You know… uh. Uh. Cat Lady?!”DW: “Yeah, your “Cat Lady”... goes by Kaitlyn or better yet, Kat for short.”W: “Her over there?! You sure?”DW: “Trust me, Whispers. I fought that woman in a ring so when I say that I know her, believe me I know her.” Whispers gets very curious and can't help but look at each of the others. After filling up on what they're craving, the two of them go sit at a table by themselves where they can still keep watchful eyes on potential foes. And then, Darius begins the conversation again now that he has a better look at everyone. DW: “Okay so look at those fuckers at the furthest table. The chatty one, that's Chase Pelican. Yes, that's his name or what he chose to live by back when wrestled at FWA. A sneaky, conniving fuck but worthy opponent as well as his masked servant, Alexander Blair.”W: “So they're like BFFs, right?”DW: “Sure… if you can call how they truly act with one another as a friendship. Honestly, it’s quite sad to see Alexander become something less than what he could be. I remember at one point, he had enough of Chase’s bullshit, called him out on it and then ended their friendship. I can't believe that they mended their fences to be friends again after all these years. But there's one thing that you can bet on with them…” Darius takes a spork-ful of fresh and fluffy scrambled eggs into his mouth right as he continues talking. Meanwhile, Whispers stares at the ‘close friends’ and takes mental notes of their camaraderie. W: “What can we bet on, DW? What were you gonna say?”DW: “...That those guys will be at each other's throat… sooner or later. Just you wait and watch. They don't know what a true friendship is like, not like me and The Dark Guar-”W: “Hmm? What was that?” Before Wright finished the name, he stopped himself from any acknowledgment of his former trusted advisor and mentor, The Dark Guardian. To get back on track, he points over in their direction discreetly so mainly Whispers catches it. And when he turns back to look at them, they're having a minor spat over whatever they couldn't agree about. Two guards break them apart as their heated argument hits its high point then lowers within minutes after shoving one another. DW: “And there goes their brilliant plans… but moving right along. See the happy go lucky guy, over there having a great time with his pancakes? That’s Jacob Falcone. That dolt has the hardest time understanding that being more serious isn't a weakness but is usually necessary in life and more importantly the business we were in. He had these friends of his and partner but I think they had enough of his antics because I don't see them here amongst the bunch. When I see him all smiles like that, it makes me wonder… if he was dropped repeatedly as an infant or if he rammed his head so many times in a wall, he knocked whatever sense out through his ears. He also got this thing with a golf ball that I don't eeeeeven wanna get into.” Whispers just nods as he gathers the information from the man that gives him inspiration to defy all odds, to be daring, to be a bit… dark. DW: “Now take your ‘Cat Lady’... you can openly see she’s not always there up top. To be honest, it seems like none of us are and that's alright. Maybe some time away from the stresses of the real world can make things… better, to some degree. But the thing about… Kat is that she always seems to have the ring intentions even when she was doing wrong. Now I don't know what life has been for her since after the FWA. But as we can see right now, she's pretending to feed her invisible cats. You follow me? Kat is, of course, an animal lover and a pet owner if I remember correctly. Something about the animals brought out the pure animal from within her. Crazy or not, you don't wanna take her kindness for weakness. She's got one of the most dangerous survival instincts. She also went through a tough separation with her friends. As good as they were, they went on to be greater individually. Still no matches for yours truly! But yeah, they WERE great and now her once tightly close squad probably doesn't even know that their friend is suffering without them. Or maybe they do know and tried their best to help her with her issues and sickness. All I know is… Kat deserves better, she deserves to be happy and even with her delusional state… I've never seen her happier. So maybe this… is for the best.”Kat: “Meow, meow… what, oh no. Meow, no? Oooh, good kitty. Nice kitty.” Kat takes a moment to look around with a disturbed look as she holds an arm over her ‘precious’ invisible cats. Meanwhile, Darius goes on to shoveling some more eggs into his mouth and chews on a few strips of bacon. Whispers takes a bite from his apple and is done with looking at their ‘opps’, he spins around to a hungry Darius is so focused on eating the healthy bounty that he collected, that it is magically disappearing from his tray to his belly. Whispers continues to chomp on a shiny green apple and he ponders about something. Then he asks Darius… W: “Hey D, you ever have something you wanna ask but you don't know how to ask it?”DW: “Sure, you got something you need to spit out?”W: “ Yeah but I don't know… I… I can't…” As the young man looks at his snack bar and carton of orange juice, he thinks a little more then states his question. W: “Oh yeah… ok, ok, ok… I got it. I meant to ask you, what ever happened to your friends and family?” Darius stops eating and sets his spork down on his tray as he gets ready to react. Raising his face up, he looks at the eagerly awaiting young guy and says to him… DW: “...Family, the truth is the only family that I had since my parents’ death. They had to return to the mediocre lifestyles of our ever-changing society. I was done with wrestling, I hadn't heard or seen the closest friend I ever had in a long time and it was time to return to real life. The journey and adventures that we endured, they were meant to just last but so long. The memories that my children provided me… those were true blessings. And all the people, all of the fans surrounding me in those rings, stadiums, arenas and any other venues… they showed me that no matter how wrong I was, they understood why. I didn't make it easy but deep down they knew my choices and actions were meant from my black heart. I’m… I’m doing just fine these days…”W: “Alright buuuuut… OH, who’s that guy on that side?”DW: “Look, I really don't even wanna get into it with this guy. So let's just drop it.”W: “ But, but, big ol’ butt… uuuuuuuuumm who's that?” Darius sighs as he gives his new neighbor the meanest scowl known to man. DW: “And that aggravating pain in the ass is Richard Cross… many people were under the idea that me and that jackass were evenly matched for fighting. Same fighting backgrounds and styles plus we had some tough battles amongst each other. Not so much at the last company but a previous one.”Guard #5: “Alright, inmates. Stand up! Hands on the back of your heads!” At least, two of the guards came around to each inmate and thoroughly patted them down. W: “So D, what's the deal with him? Has he ever double crossed you (no pun intended) or did something to make you hate him?”DW: “Nothing I couldn't handle but the reason I have so much disdain for that asshole is… I know his type. You know the type that swears that they're doing the right things for the right reasons. The type who will lie to their friends, family, wife even their own child. Richard is a downright dick at heart and me… well I rather be the honest and despicable jackass that I was always meant to be. He just never wanted to own up to his own fuck-ups and would pass the blame. Mr. Goody Two Shoes shook hands with another evil fucker and attempted to still play this role as a “good guy”. And no one was buying it, not his family and not even this “friend” of his. Hey, check this… you wanna know what their tag team name was? The Necessary Evil! Wow so appropriate right? Good guy shit right? Ha! Anyways, the thing that I remember most and filled me with joy was-”Guard #6: “Alright, we’re clear. LADY and gentlemen, and I use that term loosely, we will now return you to your homes until the fight pit. Come line up!” Darius turns to Whispers and mouths the words in the form of a question, “Fight pit? Really?”. Whispers living up to his name does just that, he whispers back to Darius. W: (“I’ll explain about that on our walk.”) The guards break up the inmates into their respective group and walk them out the cafeteria. After that, they take them to their cell block and Whispers initiates the conversation again. W: “Hey Darius, what filled you with joy?”DW: “Huh?”W: “What filled you with joy about that Richard guy?”DW: “Oh. The thing that filled me up with so much joy was the fact that his so-called friend/tag team partner finally stabbed him in the back. Added to that with the fact that his wife served him divorce papers, got full custody of their son and moved far from good ol’ Richie. Soon after, he had a breakdown live on TV before his ‘fans’ and audiences which got him terminated. I remember seeing him at bars being triggered by the mere mention of his wife and son. In fact, I wonder if…” Whispers wait for Wright to finish his sentence as they all walk down a corridor. But instead, he got to witness a devious act created by the former Death Walker. DW: “Ay! AY, RICHARD?” The man looks over his shoulder at DW with a perplexed, yet irked look. DW: “Hey, um… how's your wife and son? Have you gotten a hold of that loyal, Jethro Martin after all these years?” Richard’s eye begins to twitch and he flips all the way out.
RC: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH KEEP MY WIFE AND SON’S NAME OUTTA YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!! I WILL KILL YOU, I’LL KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!!! YOU HEAR ME? KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU! KEEP MY WIFE AND SON’S NAME OUT OF YOUR FUCKIN’ MOUTHS!!! KEEP IT OUT! KEEP IT… keep it out. KEEP MY WIFE AND SON’S NAME-”
While Richard has his nervous breakdown, he's viciously attacking the team of guards surrounding him. From tugging on their uniforms to pounding on their solid chests and putting his fists all up in their face.
RC: “YOU WANT SOME? WHO WANTS SOME? CAN’T NONE OF Y'ALL TAKE ME ON! WHO’S STEPPIN’ UP? WHAT’S YOUR NAME BITCH? YOU WANNA SAY SOMETHING ABOUT MY SON, MAYBE THE WOMAN I LOVED THE BEST WAY I KNEW HOW? HUH? YOU WANNA CALL ME A BAD FATHER AND HUSBAND, YEAH?! YEAAAHHHHH?!? I SEE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS WITH YOUR JUDGMENTAL EYES!!! WHAT?!? WHAAAAAAATTTTT?!”
One of the guards radios Dr. Wilson as the several others keep Richard and the other inmates apart. They finally get a response from their employer…
Dr. W: “What in Heaven’s beautiful angelic presence is going on? And why do I hear lo-”
The guard cuts his boss off to sum up what's going on as they try to calm down Richard Cross.
Guard #3: “Sir, we just wanted to know if we had permission to use the tranquilizers on a patient who is freaking out. Not necessarily attempting to escape but having a conniption fit.”
Dr. W: “Ummm… Eric? Help me to understand why a man at roughly 350 pounds, 6 foot 6 inches with a handy baton and pistol with tranquilizer darts who has been trained in defusing situations, needs to take the time to call me up to ask if they can? Hmm? Am I the one that's going crazy in my assessment? No? THEN DO YOUR GODDAMN JOB!!! AND DO NOT CALL ME AGAIN unless there's something… I don't know, MORE DIRE HAPPENING!! Do I make myself clear?!”
Guard #3: “Roger that, sir. The situation will be handled. Out.”
After the discussion with the doctor, the guard gives a nod to another guard closer to the erratic Richard Cross. A guard uses his baton to the back of Richard’s knee while another guard shoots him with a dart. Once Cross was taken down, they grabbed him up and took him back to his cell and instructed the other prisoners to stay in line with their designated guards. Darius and Whispers make small chit chat along the way…
DW: “Oh wow! I wasn't expecting that much of a reaction. The last time that I talked about his family, I created a more determined and brutal Richard Cross. Granted it didn't do him any good against me but he definitely brought his best A game during that time.”
W: “Man, you just inspire the fuck outta me.”
The two of them share a brief laugh as they end up on the same cell block and neighboring cells.
DW: “Wait, I wasn't on this side of the prison.”
Guard #8: “You are now. And Dr. Wilson said for you to enjoy the delivery. He thinks it might be suitable given the event later this evening.”
Darius is then shoved into his new cell as Whispers complies and goes inside his own.
DW: “I'm not gonna keep taking muthafuckas putting their damn hands on me much longer. This gonna be y’all final warning.”
Darius takes a seat on his bunk and surveys the new cell. He takes the small shipping box and brushes aside to the furthest end of his bunk. Then he lays down and stares at the ceiling until…
W: “Hey DW, what did the doctor send you? Is it something that you like? Something you could use? Let me know, maybe we can use it to barter for something else with the others.”
DW: “I don't know and I don't fuckin’ care. I just wanna lay here and not think about what's happening later. Wait… you know what we're doing later, don't you? What happens at the fight pit? As if I need to know but I wanna make sure.”
W: “Well it’s where he makes you all fight for your freedom, usually he gives the winner a hefty amount of cash. But something changed his finances so the winner gets to return to society.”
DW: “How do you know so much about this doctor and place?”
W: “Oh I’ve been here for some years so I'm like his favorite patient. And… and…”
DW: “And what?”
Darius sat back up with concern for his friend as their conversation came to an abrupt pause.
W: “...and I …kind of promised my life to the doctor if I never end up dead.”
DW: “Kid… that wasn't too bright, we gotta get you out of this hellhole and back to some sanity.”
W: “I… I don't wanna leave. I belong here, Darius. I’m not good in the head.”
DW: “Oh you're leaving, it's just a matter of finding how and doing it successfully. I need to study these bars and this barred window view… let me think.”
Up to his feet again, Darius paces back and forth from bars to bars as he thinks. Then it dawns on him to open the box at least, there might be something helpful inside it. He immediately rips it open as Whispers isn't talking anymore and what he pulls out the box is both a gift and a curse. But it was never a curse for himself as it was a great utilized tool in a better part of his career…
W: “Well… what was it?”
DW: “It might be the exact thing that we need to get out of here alive.”
Not understanding what Darius means by that and feeling hopeless like many times before, Whispers goes silent again. Darius however holds up his infamous demon skull mask and examines the way it has aged like himself. Cracked, ripped, scorched, bled on, tattered and it still remains in decent shape even with certain pieces of it missing due to many excruciating battles. Some of which he had to face with these same prisoners here with the exception of Whispers.
DW: “Hey Whispers… one more thing I wanna ask you…”
W: “Alright…”
DW: “How do you win at this type of fight?”
W: “You fight until you're the last fighter able to outlast the others, anything goes…”
DW: “Anything goes huh? Sounds perfect to me. And the losers?”
W: “...”
DW: “Ay, and the losers??”
W: “They… they disappear. Never to be found or seen again.”
DW: “How exciting! I can't wait now!”
[insert Casualties of War by G-Unit]
Darius starts to workout a bit like he used to do in his prime. Removing his top, a beaten body with the scars from his life as a fighter but still flawlessly sculpted like an adonis. It was time to see if it still holds up like it had when he was terrorizing the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance. He puts on his mask and does some pull-ups with his bars, anticipating the fun and dangerous moments that he's about to have. Darius and Whispers remain quiet up until the big event. In the wee hours, all of the cell doors open and the prisoners begrudgingly make their way outside their cells. When Whispers gets a good look at his mentor, he notices the shirtless new look and goes to talk to him…
W: “Darius? Is that-”
He’s instantly cut off before saying much more…
DW: “The name's Death Walker, kid and I’m ready to get this shit show over with.”
With nothing else to say to a menacing character like this one, Whispers shut up and just go where they're being directed to. Everyone meets up in a big room with a huge cage filling up most of it from the top of the ceiling to the dirt floor at their feet. Inside there's four telephone booths like cages attached to the large one. And right on cue, Dr. Wilson appears in the room on top of a well crafted elevated throne.
Dr. W: “Welcome to your last destination! We don't give second chances and nothing is for certain. But this right here… this is the meaning of life. This is life’s purpose, to live long enough to survive and fight along your way to the bitter end. And the circle never ends… but the scene changes… only if you make it change for yourself. Lady… and gentlemen, you will be given your freedom if you can make it out alive. You will amongst each other til there is one m- excuse me, one person to stand on their feet. There aren't many rules to this so listen up. Two of you will start fighting in the middle, the other four of you will be locked in their respective cells waiting to join the party. One by one, those four will be released into the main action. When? That will be of my choosing but everyone will fight or suffer for not. And of course, my favorite patient will take his position right by my side as we and the staff watch you all perform for us. So without any further ado… LET’S FUCKIN’ FIGHT!!!!”
The armed guards who surround the fighters and the cage, leaving no exit available at this time, tosses fighters into the small cages and two are pushed into the middle of the cage. It is now locked behind them and the first two fighters are…
Death Walker and Jacob Falcone.
{"Casualties Of War by G-Unit"}[MEDIA=youtube]eBFFT0cbPmw[/MEDIA] At first, Jackson is hesitant but Death isn't as he holds up both of his fists. He circles around the unsure Jacob who begins to hold up his fists too. Jacob tales a fast swing at Death but he dodges it and continues to circle together in their fighter stances. Death does a playful jab in return and snickers about it. Giving that death stare at his first opponents as they look for any weak points to establish an advantage.
Dr. W: “Well, come on, boys! Either fight or we'll put you down our way.”
With the threat adding more tension to the fight, they get significantly closer and lunge at each other. They try to toss the other one down as they are in a hugging position.
DW: “Hey Jacob, you know this isn't a fight that you can handle. Why are you even trying? I don't even know why you're here. This should be made for those who have shown that they can exist on their own. We know that isn't gonna be the case with you… EVER!”
Dr. W: “Look, you can talk all you want but you have to fuckin’ fight.”
Death throws a dirty hook punch to the side of Jacob’s face and the same smirk his mask has, he can be seen doing as there's a 3 inch hole around the jawline of his demon mask. Jacob takes some steps back and flails his arms like he's quitting already and then dives forward with The Britney Spear at Death. He takes down the former demon and stays on top of him with forearm strikes thrown. Smashing the face of a weakened Death Walker, Falcone eventually makes it back to his feet with a stomp to the chest for good measure. And then, he takes a minute to hype himself up as he feels the adrenaline that he had back in the days. Jacob walks around, hooting and hollering like there are thousands watching him show off his talents. Keeping a few feet of distance, he prepares to hit Death with something heavier upon him getting up to his feet. He waits as he locks his eyes only on Walker as the hybrid takes his time getting up and doesn't see Jacob squatting and bouncing right before connecting with a Shining Wizard. It damn near takes Death’s head smooth off but for bow it flattens him. The doctor watches with a smirk as he's becoming more amused with this fight. Smacking his chest as he gets even more riled up by having the upper hand, Jacob gets ready for another hard hitting move as he keeps his feet moving. Death sits up like he’s risen from the dead and Jacob rushes over at him when…
Alexander Blair pops out of his unlocked cage and bangs Jacob up with a stiff shoulder block. Jacob rolls off to the side out of habit and to get away from the unexpected opponent who caught him off guard.
Chase Pelican: “BOO YAH! You didn't see that coming! Now did you, Jakey?”
Ever the loudest loudmouth in the room, Chase taunts from his currently locked cage. Alexander grabs a resting Death by his head and gets Death’s thumb to- well where his eye would be under his mask. He backs away as he rubs his eye region to repair the vision. However, this is just enough time for Death to get back up and follow up with a big boot to his face to assist with the injury.
CP: “Hey, it’s alright, man. You can recover from that. Come on, get back up!”
While he’s down, Death gets spun around by Jacob and goes for a forearm smash but Death ducks under. When Jacob spins around himself, Death wraps his arms around Jacob’s throat from behind. He squeezes and squeezes the oxygen (and quite possibly the life) out of Falcone. But Jacob doesn't give up that easily and continues to struggle so Death doesn't go for his sleeper suplex. As this was going on, Alexander had enough time to recuperate and he ran towards an unaware Jacob and Death. All was going good in Death’s favor until both men got smacked in the face by… the One Shot Kill from Alexander Blair.
CP: “Ha ha ha ha ha ha! You guys might wanna stay down because it'll get worse from here.”
AB: “Yeah, worse for wear!”
CP: “No, I said worse fr- never mind. Buddy, we're gonna have to get you those new hearing aids. But for now, come help me out of this contraption so I can be a part of this.”
Blair scurries over to pull at the cage that Chase is stuck in but the doctor tells them as well as the others involved.
Dr. W: “Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ahhhh. We don't do that, the cells will openat my own discretion. And not any sooner than that.”
CP: “Well, could you help a brother out?”
The physician looks to the left and right of himself at the very thought of someone claiming to be a brother to him.
Dr. W: “Ummm, let me explain something to you, playboy. Um, this right here is run by me and me only. So that means that I don't need you or your old decrepit ass bingo volunteers to tell me how to do a damn thing around here. Understand?”
CP: “Wow, decrepit bingo volunteers? Wow, that's way low coming from you as our kidnapper. I mean we’re not THAT old.”
Dr. W: “Yes, whatever you say, Wyatt Earp.”
In the meantime, the two that were laid out are now starting to stir. Alexander and Chase tugs frantically at the cage door but it doesn't budge even a little. However, what happens next leaves all those involved puzzled. A cage door swings open but it’s not Chase’s, it's… it’s…
Kat’s cage (AKA The Cat Lady).
While everyone has a confused look on their face as they watch Kat mimics how a cat sits with its front two legs holding itself up as the other legs rest. She purrs then meows to give a sign of where she's at mentally and the comedic duo can't pass up the opportunity to…
Chase & Alexander: “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!”
CP: “I didn't know to fear for my life because she’s killing me with cuteness or if she’ll claw us all to death.”
AB: “Yeah like razor sharp claws that would rip through our flesh like tissue paper. HA! Or what if she leaps on us and gnaws our faces off? Now that would be funny!”
CP: “No, Alexander. That WOULDN’T be funny… at all!”
AB: “Oh.”
Kat comes creeping out of her cage like a lost feline trying to seek comfort. That's when in a blink of an eye, she charges at Blair with Jumping Bicycle Knees. This not only hit Alexander in his masked face but ricochets the back of his head off the steel bars. This could have knocked out Alexander Blair for the duration of this dangerous fight. Kat looks up to Dr. Wilson who both share a smile and a head nod. The doctor rises to his feet, flinging something into the cage from above. Kat catches the object, it's her well known mask that she wore when in battles. She works on putting it on as Death and Jacob stop watching her and focus back on fighting each other. Once barely on their feet, they get into a slugfest… throwing haymaker after haymaker after haymaker as they put up a hard fight. Running out of breath and energy, they lean up against one of the already opened cells. They take this time to look over who they need to worry about next and Kat is stalking up on them. Again she charges at her prey and goes for an impactful roundhouse kick…
only for her foot to connect with the unforgiving steel cage. She collapses to the ground, holding her door and crying out in pain. Apparently as both Death and Jacob rolled out of the way of Kat and her lethal feet, no one paid close attention to where Jacob headed. So when Death put eyes on Alexander still talking with Chase, Kat still suffering from her mistake and no Jacob to be found… there's only one other possibility as he has climbed on top of one of the cells and with Death in a kneeling position, he turns around right into it…
If You Seek Amy! The hugest Panama Sunrise in a long, long time turns Death inside and out. This definitely leaves Death out for quite some time as we see his eyes shut and body motionless.
Dr. W: “Now that's how you fuckin’ fight!”
To keep things entertaining as ever, another cage opens up but who’s as the squeak from the door swings open…
“IT’S TIME TO GET NUTS, PEOPLE!!! Alright, alright, alright!”
Chase steps out in an overconfident manner and slams his cell closed behind him. With the biggest smirk on his face, one of the most dominant champs takes a second to do a deep inhale. Then he goes to work on a fallen Kat, lifting her onto his shoulders and performing Dance Dance Revolutions as he drops all his upper body over her abdomen.
CP: “Yeah? You like that? Call me Tuesday and we can go party on a Thursday.”
Chase goes on to boogie like there's disco music being played, he sees Jacob quickly getting back to his feet. However, he’s much faster at getting to him before anything can be done. He puts on a front facelock to Jacob Falcone, tightens around the throat to choke Jacob a bit before lifting him up to probably hit his Disco Thriller. Instead, Jacob pushes Chase and sends him flying with stumbling feet, head first into the midsection of his “off and on” partner, Alexander Blair… who had just happened to be coming over to assist Pelican. And with those two disposed of and Jacob down to one knee in front of one of the cells, Kat snaps into action fast with a perfectly setup Sakura Kick (using the vertical bars to swing with full momentum). Kat is now the only fighter standing and she chooses this moment not to gloat but to prepare for the one person that hasn't been involved in any of this chaos… and that’s Richard Cross. Richard is very much taking the silent but deadly method as he keeps this soul piercing stare on Kat when she walks up to his cell. At the time with her back turned someone has awakened (again) and that person is The Death Walker. He kips up to a vertical base and gets a quick glimpse of laid out bodies. Feeling rejuvenated and Kat not expecting him yet, he plans what to do to her and then goes for it!
DEATH GOES FULL SPEED TO HIT THE WRIGHT WAY!!!
But Kat notices running footsteps and she ducks out in the nick of time. Death flies across the big cage that they're in and lands rough on his hip but he kips back up without a second to waste. He aims for a spinning back kick to take down the warrior but she ducks that just as fast. Needless to say, Death had an enzuigiri ready as his follow up and it knocks Kat down a few pegs as she drops face first into the dirt. As she lays dazed and breathing hard from the thump to the back of her head, the other three men have recovered again. Death scans the area as Chase and Alexander get into an argument…
CP: “Hey, how about you watch where the fuck you going when I’m thrown, AMIGO?!”
AB: “Dude, why are you being a bitch again? Do I need to slap you stupid again like I did when you had us lose the tag titles?”
CP: “WHEN I LOST THE TAG TEAM TITLES?!? I GAVE YOU SEVERAL OPPORTUNITIES TO JUST TAG ME IN WHEN YOU HAD OUR OPPONENTS DOWN. REPLAY THE GODDAMN TAPE, YOU HORSE’S ASS!!!”
AB: “Oh I’ve replayed the tape over and over again. And you know what I see every time that you have YET TO ANSWER FOR. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT STUNT YOU AARON DOING WHILE I HAD THE LEGAL MAN PINNED?!? Huh, TOUGH GUY?”
Not long before a shoving match pops off and then fists are flying as they fight each other.
DW: “And there's predictability at its finest…”
And Death is cut off by a familiar sound as he hears the squeak from the cell behind his back, opening and someone clearing their throat.
“Well, I guess it's my turn to set things straight while being the last person to have some fun.”
Death turns around and Richard is face to face with him as they know the tensions are about to explode. They get into several different takedowns, chokeholds and reversals like chess players knowing their opponents pretty well. This goes on for about 20 minutes straight as the others are also paired off and beating the shit out of one another. Alexander and Chase, Kat and Jacob, and of course, Death and Richard fight for dominance. At a certain point, Kat takes Jacob out with her unstoppable Nightfall phoenix splash. Then Chase barely gets the better of Alexander with The Commentator’s Curse (knee bar) into The Strut (running knee). Chase attacks Kat with Fight Fever (back fist) followed by The Roller Disco (pushed into a cage and dropped with a spinebuster) to keep her out as well. Chase tries to get involved with Death and Richard, going for a double spear which they sidestep and he crashes into the side of the big cage. With Pelican’s brain rattled, Death and Richard threw punch for punch and kick for kick. Both huffing and leaning shoulder to shoulder, face to face… Richard gains enough momentum to go for The Rhinos Rage (Kotaro Crusher). However, Death had been waiting for an opening to reverse the momentum and this was it. He latches onto Richard’s body and was about to do a backdrop suplex but Richard isn't done fighting and punches Death in his face repeatedly. As Death seems to be loosening his grip, he powers through, lifts Richard onto one shoulder, swings him to the other and hits a beautiful Dark Cloud (sitout Dominator). He rises to wobbly legs, gripping a cage to get strength and blood flow in his legs again. The doctor waits to see if any of the other fighters are conscious or getting back into the fight. There's one… Richard Cross crawls along the dirt covered floor to grab the bars on the big cage. Death looks up at the doctor who is eyeing Richard Cross and then he looks over at Cross. He saunters over to his toughest opponent in a long time and helps him to his f- wait! He lifts Cross up but slides him up on top of one of those smaller cages. He climbs up on top with him, throws him onto his shoulder, takes a look down at the ground below and with all of his might, he throws the lifeless remains of Richard Cross to the hard ground and hits a HUGE DARK CLOUD. And with an expected scream from Richard as he bounces off the ground and face down for a dirt nap (literally!). The doctor gets onto his feet and applauds…
Dr. W: “You did it, Darius! I mean… Mr. Death Walker. Ha!”
Next to the doctor, Whispers smiles as this nightmare for Death Walker or even Darius Wright seems to have come to an end.
Back To Life, I Guess…
Hours later, Darius is back in regular clothes that he had on when he was abducted as well as this duffle bag slung over his shoulder. Cut up, bleeding a little from his battle wounds but overjoyed as he shuffles to the only exit in this institution.
“I know that you're not leaving without saying goodbye.”
Whispers comes running up to his friend and mentor. Darius (maskless) reaches out and embraces his little young buddy.
DW: “Hey, are you sure that you're alright with being here? I can still fight our way out of here if that's what it takes.”
W: “I’m sure, Darius. It is Darius right now or is it DEATH WALKER?!?”
They both smirk and chuckle for a minute then Darius pats his new duffle bag.
DW: “Yeah… Death is taking a rest… for now. But he doesn't rest forever. In the end, he appears and he brings the madness that comes with being The Dark Traveler.”
W: “Right! Right! Well, until we meet again, sir.”
Whispers offers one last handshake and Darius accepts it openly.
DW: “Oh… what's your real name, Whispers?”
W: “Oh man, damn. I was hoping nobody would ask me anymore since it’s such a stupid name.”
DW: “...”
W: “Theodore… Darryl… Grant. Can you believe that shit? Like who the fuck goes around as a black guy from Long Beach being called Theodore or Theo or Teddy? Like nah, I’m good. Y’all call me Whispers or better yet, TDG.” DW: “Hmm… TDG, alright.” Darius laughs to himself as he walks away out the prison’s door. DW: “Goodbye, TDG.” Within a dark blink, light and color leaves then comes back and zooms out to build a clearer picture. We start to see the side of The Death Walker’s mask as he's sitting… in an infinity pool with a wide city view. As everything appears to be wholesome, we soon see more than we should but with this individual nothing is too shocking. There's a number of bodies laid out around this backyard to a luxury home on a hill. All of the people… men and women… sporting their bathing suits, some bloodier than others as there's blood splatter and some blood puddles next to some of the partygoers. Death Walker, with his arms stretched out along the edge of the pool that he sits at, grabs onto his blue cocktail drink and tales a calm sip while looking over the city. The Dark Guardian: “My Lord… don't tell me that you’ve murdered.” Without breaking his concentration, the demonic monster carefully shakes his head as his response back. And a few of the bodies twitch in agony and groans of the bludgeoning that they withstood not long ago. No one is able to move much as all of them seem to be enduring too much pain. TDG: “Well, I’ll tell you this, My Lord. You’ve got Chris Peacock, Alyster Black, Jackson Fenix, Katsu and Reagan Cole to face in this new Championship Steel Roulette match at The 18th Anniversary Show. And you already know how the odds are stacked against you. So I don't have to say much or remind you of how difficult it’s been to win these multi-person matches. Use everything at your disposal. And of course, your children will be watching thoroughly as you show off your power and strength.” Death Walker growls for affirmation and continues to drink his beverage slowly. TDG: “I have some information on each of your opponents if you'd think that would help, My Lord. Yes?” Death sets the drink on the paved walkway surrounding the pool area. He gets out of the pool finally, wearing his usual black ripped shorts and custom black leather boots. And he walks off to leave this home carefree as his advisor looks to get some form of another response. And the scene cuts to black… everything stops here albut someone speaks… “Save your breath, Dark Guardian. There's nothing more that I need to know about these pathetic shits who wanna prevent my darkness.”“I'm here to do what I do best… and that's devastate minds and expectations. And sometimes you gotta go in knowing that you're going to be looked at losing… so you can change the outcome. And we’re only getting started. The Death Walker is going to take souls… minds… or at least something shiny and gold to display my great power.”TDG: “I’m gonna have to clean up this mess once again. Thank The Devil, that I got these dark powers. This is gonna be quite the show…”{"Pay For It by Jay Rock Feat. Kendrick Lamar"}[MEDIA=youtube]N5X0qDi9g90[/MEDIA]
Never The End…
Directed & Written by Death Walker
Produced by The Dark Guardian
Executive Produced by Death Walker
CastDarius Wright/Death Walker as himself Whispers/Theodore Darryl Grant, “TDG” played by Vince Staples Dr. Wilson played by Katt Williams Guards 1 - 30 played by random actor in mocap suit Richard Cross played by Chris Pratt Chase Pelican played by Matthew McConaughey Alexander Blair played by Rob Riggle Jacob Falcone played by Josh Holloway Kat/Kaitlyn, “Cat Lady” played by Awkwafina
Vision created by The Terrors of Darkness
Soundtrack by Death Walker & The Dark Guardian
Dark Cloud Production Presents
A Dark Film
Be Safe… If You Can…
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 11:33:33 GMT
Promo reviews. Originally posted by Rosie. I'll start with some promo reviews/reactions. I think I'll go for a few newer peeps, then after I'll go with a few which stood out for me. I won't do the main event, but I'll at least state I read all of the promos (apart from Gip's which was DM'ed due to him being lost in London) and that I genuinely like all of them. Madison Gray: @vinegar While you still have room to grow, I'm starting to see you get some actual flow in your writing and you're starting to flesh out Madison a bit more. Explaining her time away a bit, Sydney as a side character can lead to potentially great directions with growth. The end also establishes her as a babyface. "Fight for the fans" etc. The dialogue also is starting to improve. I think your first promo I wasn't 100% sure what to make of Madison with her saying something like "This is a shoot!" in her first promo. Then the cheeky growl at the end, sort of shows some playfulness which I like. I think something which took me back slightly is the format shift from Name Speech To Name: speech I think both are fine and some promos you may format it slightly differently depending on what is required. Example, my singles promo, for having more characters I did the name: "speech" thing and in my trios promo, with it being smaller, I didn't need to. But I think for a promo to have it consistent throughout the promo is a good thing, but that is a nitpick/pet peeve. I think the rest will likely come as you write more with her, get more comfortable in a flow with her, and then learn to expand your ideas. So improvement is noted already. Blake Taylor: @thedevilhimself I think some of the trash talk in this promo was nice. I definitely get that Blake has a chip on his shoulder and a bit of a mean-streak, a sense that "I did all this in my sports beforehand, so this is nothing." Like a dismissive attitude to wrestling how "I don't need to change anything up. This is nothing compared to what I did before." We also do get a hint into his life before MMA and wrestling, Him acting extravagant, craving money and such because he didn't have it as a kid, and, once again, that chip on his shoulder "I earned this." But where to improve. First I do think grammar needs to be touched up. Some lines like "I got woman to do" does take me out of it a touch. One woman? What's her name? Or do you mean "women" as in he's a guy who's a macho guy who loves to get with his freaks like Scott Steiner. We all aren't linguistic scholars but going through a spell check and touching these things up, maybe reading it out loud as you're writing to make sure it sounds right is a good start. Second, I do think the setting is rather basic. In some ways I do think it works a bit for him being this multi-sport athlete to have a press-conference, answer some questions, but that usually doesn't score well on its own unless you have other things with it to make it pop. I'm not saying you need some dramatic multi-scene set-piece with magic and wizards and dragons, but some expansion helps. Even some more gritty reality based promos can do well. I think a couple strong examples I can point to are from Back in Business. The two main events had some promos which had some sense of grounded-ness. Krash created an amazing story of Krash being weak physically, us learning through his actions/reactions and scene how he is mentally. Jeremy Best had some flashbacks and some dreams to incorporate his relationship with his idol, Krash, but the end was this eulogy which was really powerful which tied everything together and in the end, both were promo of the year contenders. Then another good promo even if it is in a loss was Cyrus Truth's promo for the main event. He sort of stripped it back and focused on a strong monologue with a great flow, emotion, and powerful message, throwing in some imagery to add to his points. Even something a bit less intimidating of an example from him but still really solid was his promo this show where him and Konchu were walking through a graveyard, looking at tag teams of past and present, wondering what their goal was for the future as a tag team now. I do think the basic idea of the character, this guy walking into wrestling from MMA, cocky, thinks he's above it all is a good base for a character and you're likely coming off with rust, but I hope some of this maybe gives you ideas to build on. As you get involved in matches, segments, etc, you maybe can use those results and events to tell a story with him. Jack the Clipper: aonI don't think I need to do some grand feedback for you since you've been through all of this. But I'll say, this exceeded my expectations a bit as I expected just "Let's be silly with an evil barber" and was expecting Issac Yankam. The promo starting with him stating his name and his story, gives a good insight into his backstory. Then his rant was almost psychotic, controlled, and in some ways chilling. Then the repetition of "Wrong place, wrong time" sort of to hammer home a message. Nothing personal, just... wrong place... wrong time. I'd do more, but my brother's cat is meowing and bitching and I can't let him out because, you know, my brother keeps two cats who need to be kept separate to prevent Ultimate Fighting Cats from breaking out. So after. * Here's my follow up which I call "People who had promos which made me either lose it in madness or wow'ed me away" *Ignoring opponents. tommy Bedlam First of all, when I read the title I was like "Dear God, is this a Batman parody?" And low and behold it was. As soon as I read that BatTom replaced the batmobile with a BatTruck, I instantly lost it. This is something a bit out of your typical wheel house, but one which just worked and the casting choice of XYZ as the Riddler was a great choice. Very good when it came to small witty dialogue as well with Tommy trying to solve each riddle, it reminded me why, of all of the Superheroes of DC, Batman is probably my favourite. Regardless what happens with your match result, you came out swinging. with the Bat-Bat (A baseball bat with a bat logo on it). @cyrus Truth I acknowledged this a bit when giving an example of how to keep a hint grounded but still try to do some things creatively with setting and imagery, but I definitely enjoyed this. The graveyard setting is far from the most "unique" setting in e-fed or wrestling history, but its use here was clever, this new tag team walking through the graves of past and current tag teams who failed, along the path they are walking together now. It's a shame Grim was unable to promo against you since he was on a roll and it would have been a fun match in terms of comparing this to what he would do, but back to back tag title losses, a rough week of some beloved icons in wrestling passing, among whatever personal stuff going (and AMA too actually posting a show and having promos) it is understandable that he may not be feeling up to writing a promo of his normal quality. 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂Creative idea with channel surfing, I nearly pissed myself laughing at the Gordan Ramsey insults. This genuinely stood out to me a lot with the concept and subject matter. Each section in your way was putting your case for the TV title. Then the ending with her returning to early Fallout, great for character development. I do think, individually, some of the individual channels could have been full fledged promos so you might have lost a proverbial "bullet" or two there, but otherwise this may put you as the favourite for the TV title. Those are four I have something off the top of my head for. Some I think I can say more about with a second reading. --- Originally posted by Sully. Alyster Black: The Seven Deadly Sins theme is a favorite of mine. That was the backdrop of my promo that got me into my first World Title match, so it's a good choice here to win you the world title. I did similar where I assigned every sin to a different opponent. The difference was I think Sully ended up being all the sins in the end, where as Alyster took up Greed (I think I assigned greed to Cyrus Truth). So I like the take of Alyster basically saying, yeah I'm greedy and I want it all and I don't care. Some parts of this seemed to go too quick and felt rushed, but overall I think the Krash dialog parts are the real meat of this promo. Krash calling Alyster out for not saving him hit hard. I don't know if there's a deeper character dynamic that's more layered than Krash/Alyster Black. It definitely is carrying this promo. * Jack The Clipper: Love it. This was a big Chris Kennedy type monologue where Jack did a pretty good job shooting on his opponents. I think once we get to the meat where Jack starts going in on Madison and Blake, you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "Madison Grey, Blake Taylor. You were involved in a game of Russian Roulette that you didn't even know about, and you lost. Your life was put on the line, and now you both get tossed into the pit with the lion that's gonna rip you apart. You're gonna be lucky to just survive the pain I'm bringing your way because you need to understand, when you walk down that ramp come show time…. You're not walking into a ring where you've been honing your craft for the last year. Instead? You're walking into my house. My moment. That I've been working years to get to..and you think in one night either of you can take this moment from me? See ya gotta understand, both of ya think you're ya going be in for a fight, but you're not stepping into the ring; at the anniversary show, that ring is gonna turn into a place like this" - Ohh chills. Literal chills. The part where you absolutely tear apart Blake Taylor, the MMA, and Joe Rogan had me rolling too. Those were all good parts. The problem is though, monologue promos like this just don't work as well in today's FWA. It's all dialog, and I think this is where debuting as a new charcter for both you and Blake put you guys at a disadvantage here...because it's so hard to display character development in an opening promo. I think a vignette promo like this works for an episode of Meltdown or Fallout, but when fighting in a number one contenders match it's really hard to come in and write a winning promo out of the gate for a brand new character. I'm also going to say, and you're not going to like this and maybe it's a hot take, but there's a recurring theme with AON characters. And it's that they don't live past their gimmicks. Gimmicks only go so long, eventually like snake skin you have to shead it and evolve. But I think with Yuna, or Jack The Clipper, or Lilith, or whoever...eventually the gimmick runs itself out, and that's what I fear for Jack. The evil barber gimmick is great, but I think the biggest thing to work on is how do you evolve that. Of course I said the same exact think to Chris fucking Peacock when he debuted and here that motherfucking is still dancing around and carrying the world championship so what do I actually know? Tommy Bedlam: Pinning XYZ as the Riddler is great. I think Superhero promos are always fun because they definitely paint this contorted point of view that you're the hero and the guy you're facing is the bad guy. Especially when in reality the lines are much more blurred. I do think the Batman/Riddler gimmick was sort of dropped halfway through and it seemed like Tommy was just Tommy. I wasn't really picturing him as Batman without because I feel like that imagery wasn't consistent, but I think you were going for like a Bruce Wayne/Tommy Bedlam sort of thing, as by Chapter 3 we do switch back over to more of a direct Batman look when the action gets going. The presentation was pretty solid with things like the ransom notes with the different background and font, along with the comic book-type action splats towards the end. I liked the ending well, and enjoyed the comedic jabs of Tommy throwing him of the roof, but he isn't dead. Nice little parody of comic book logic. But the ending in that, even after Tommy takes care of XYZ there's still going to be threats coming after his title, it's a nice staple that sort of outlines the theme of this promo pretty nicely. Not that Tommy is Batman and XYZ is The Ridder, but that Tommy sees himself as this Superhero defending this city/title, and there's always going to be threats. Jackson Fenix: Just going to start by saying I think this is one of your best promos of all the times. We've seen a few promos where the characters speak to a duplicate version of himself, but I enjoyed this "Bad Fenix" being more like...a personification of a bad self esteem, and not just like an evil devil on the shoulder. I also enjoyed the Snitsky reference. Jackson keep having to reassure himself and ignore those negative thoughts I think is a pretty solid introduction to the promo, one that should be looped back around. The middle part with Nate and Jackson is good and shows the history between these two friends, and also Nate sort of serves as a voice for the reader in observing that something is definitely wrong with Jackson. I like the transitions in the last part. With you not having the name but just the dialog and color you can as the reader know that the voice is just in his head at that point, but when he stands in front of him the format changes again with the name. I think when we talk presentation we think fancy colors and pictures but I also think things like that are part of presentation and have more thought behind it sometimes than just a cool gif. Overall this promo was a nice little feel good one, with Jackson battling his inner demons. It really gives major babyface vibes, The Disney Channel feel good stuff might be a little too on the nose at the end with Nate hugging him and closing it out, but overall this promo at the very least has gotten me on Team Jackson. I agree with SS that while some of the other promos in the roulette came off very listy, this promo does a good job of avoiding that and focusing on the whole. Katsu: I think a prison promo is a pretty solid choice given the setting of Katsu's match, and I think using setting to symbolize your match setting isn't something we see enough...I mean I guess we don't get the opportunity as writers enough, but I'm glad you saw it and took it. Not sure how far that goes grading-wise, but personally I think it'd play a little bit into it for me. As far as presentation goes I think overall as far as formatting goes everything looks solid with the graphics, font, and colors. The only thing I don't like is the left alignment, maybe it's personal preference but I'm also big on centered alignment for the most part. Maybe if we're doing a flashback or I want to differentiate between scenes somehow I'd switch back and forth, but overall making everything left aligned feels off to me. Not a huge deal though, but just something I'm pointing out. The "opening credits" part of the promo I thought was creative and had solid imagery because as you read it you can sort of see it all playing out, especially if you play the song. I think each section is done pretty well, but it's clear Alyster Black and Chris Peacock took a bigger focus. I agree with SS that it gets a bit listy at parts, but I don't think it's a list promo. I've seen worse, I think if you did each section with a different opponent and then didn't loop the others back in here and there it'd be more of a list promo, and I think some characters like Jackson Fenix and Death Walker do get that treatment, but Alyster and Peacock definitely seem to have some recurring parts. I mean even Cole and Jackson keep coming back around to. Overall I think you used all your opponents as characters, and keep all of those characters overall recurring throughout as they try to work through this conflict. I also disagree with SS in the fact that it really matters whether or not you perfectly captured the way that Chris Peacock talks or whatever, as I think this is intended to be a parody. If you were writing Chris Peacock as Chris Peacock, I'd be more concerned that you're using Chris Peacock w/o permission. I think using other characters, especially by direct name, is risky enough as it is, so you tread a thin line when it comes to writing dialog for them. I think it's safer to make it more of a parody than to try and imitate their mannerisms from head to toe. I think my only gripe story-wise is Katsu comes in and has some major main character energy, which is probably the point, but I do think in reality she's with some very strong personalities, and I don't know if they'd have even let her have her big monologue moment at the end. But in a way I think that's sort of the message, that Katsu does see herself as big as they are. Again I'd also echo what I said earlier in that I think Alyster and Peacock sort of overshadow Cole, Jackson, and Death Walker in this story. Which is fine, I think you identified them as the two biggest threats, but it's a gamble if one of those three end up coming guns ablazing. Overall I think this was a world title caliber promo, and did send the message that Katsu/you were trying to send which was that you're on that level. Trixie Bordeaux: First of all from a presentation standpoint I like the way you portrayed this black and white setting. You'd think you could just do a white background black font style, but that wouldn't give me that vibe. The backgrounds, fonts, and blends you use really give off right away that this is an old timey black and white sort of deal. Your world-building of Fantasyland is really well done and I enjoy the throwback to Matty Robinson that I feel like most newbies wouldn't know, so it's clear you paid attention in FWA history class. I enjoyed the reportrayal of Blair and Celestia's loss to DSI, and Trixie's point of view. I think it does a good job of showcasing Trixie's care for her friends, and building off a stable loss that I personally was probably just going to move on from instead of using it in a productive way like this. The final chapter I think is what brings it all together with the carnival. I think the portrayal of Chris Crowe again goes back to what I said in the Katsu review, in that you don't have to portray the character you're parodying accurately, because obviously it's an exaggerated parody. Although I think the parody is more clear here, so there's less confusion. Crowe comes off as Disney villain here, and I think from Trixie's POV that absolutely makes sense. Overall I think this does a good job of showcasing Trixie as being this person, while naive and silly...is someone who is brave and willing to stand up for her friends, and that's something that's sort of been slowly developing since Trixie met The Coven girls. Blake Taylor: I think overall this is a better promo than most dudes come in and write as their first promo in the FWA. It can take a while to adjust. I'm also surprised that you were able to utilize some FWA reporter personalities. Shake Meltzer not as much because he's pretty well known, but I don't even remember where I had posts from Ty Johnson and Nuances of Wrestling on this site, so I sort of popped when you had him show up. I think a first promo, especially on a big show, is hard but overall you did a solid introduction to the character while also referencing your opponents and the match and I think that's about as much as I would ask for from a first-time promo. Eventually, though you're going to need to evolve your story, settings, and visuals in new ways. I suggest taking a gander through and reading some other promos this show to get a solid idea on what kind of heat your opponents are going to be throwing. --- Originally posted by SupineSnake. Some quick rambling thoughts on the main event promos. Not proofing so this I imagine is a mess. Think three of the promos here had prominent list components to them, but amongst these three this opponent-register element took up differing positions and proportions of the structure. The Chris Peacock promo probably made most significant use of this device, with going through each of the opponents in turn - albeit in a super creative way, with the champion visiting some of the past memorable locations we’ve seen him in (will speak more about this later) - taking up essentially the entirety of the promo. Think the structure you chose here definitely felt fragmented and episodic, only tied together by common themes and a vague narrative thread. Sort of felt a little like an anthology, which doesn’t have to be a bad thing. I guess a promo like this will struggle to escape inconsistency in terms of quality and quantity in the sections, especially considering the circumstances of its writing, although it is true that the heights here are amongst some of your best stuff. Particularly enjoyed the closing sections, which - although brief - were ominous and brooding and almost Cyrus-esque in their construction. The Katsu promo also felt like it relied on this list dynamic to a certain extent, with the first maybe three-quarters of the promo a series of conversation between Katsu and stand-ins for her forthcoming opponents. Again, I think there’s inconsistencies in quality between these conversations, especially in terms of the believability of your characterisations of the other contenders. I think you had more success, for instance, with Fenix, the Dark Guardian, and (maybe to a lesser extent) Cole than you did with the FTN boys. With that said, although I thought the Peacock dialogue read as unnatural for that character I did think the points you were making with that section were good and probably made up for it. Like in the Peacock promo, the listing structure of the promo does in some ways remove some of the dramatic potential from the story, in that we are sort of locked into a structure. After reading two conversations between Katsu and her fellow inmates, or two visits by Peacock to alternate realities, I know how the rest of the promo is going to look and what to expect from much of the rest of it. There’s merit in each section individually, though, and I thought the best section of the promo came at the end of it, where you subverted my expectation of seeing the fight with a lengthy dialogue involving all of the introduced inmates, which was probably the most interesting interlude in the roleplay for me. Alyster had something of a list element in his promo, with the seven sins sections and the letters (or thoughts expressed maybe) to the six opponents (loved the Cole one particularly). I think this roleplay, out of the three I’ve spoken about so far did the most to escape the structural pitfalls of taking this approach by the threading of a more linear interlude of events that were separate to (almost superceding) the ‘list’. The seven sins sections were used more to break up the separate dialogues that Black engages in and to tie together some of the themes of the promo, whilst also providing opponent focus and fed-related character focus. There was a lot of that here, with character portrayal being typically strong. I enjoyed the focus on the relationship between Black and Krash and some of the other figures with more long-term attachments to Alyster. Highlighting Black’s newer relationship with Chris Peacock through dialogues with these more permanent fixtures in his life was interesting. I thought in many ways the central thrust of this promo was Black’s toxicity and his inability to sustain meaningful, healthy relationships, which was very pertinent considering the dynamic between him and Peacock going into the match. Cole, Fenix, and Walker all escaped this list approach for the most part, and I think Reagan and Jackson in particular chose to focus on their own character development as opposed to opponent focus. This is a perfectly valid approach and one that many (myself included) have had success with in the past. The Fenix promo focused on the recent character progression we’ve seen from Fenix, with Jackson showing more sympathetic qualities in recent weeks in an arc that I’ve been really enjoying. Here we see him confronted, quite literally, by the past and a version of himself that he’s trying to leave behind. I think the device you used can maybe be looked at as something of a trope, especially within recent times in the FWA. It brought to mind the arc with Shawn Summers and his own internal demons, and some of the climactic sections reminded me of Cyrus Truth’s Carnal Contendership winning promos. That being said, I think the interactions between Jackson-Present and Jackson-Past were very strong, showed great character work (in both the progression and the development categories), and overcame the fact that the device itself has been used before. Some of these mono-/dialogues brought to mind the Gollum-Smeagol dynamic in Lord of the Rings. I’m not sure if that was a deliberate influence but as a Tolkien mark I loved it either way. The Reagan Cole promo also featured some good character portrayal work away from the immediate context of the upcoming Steel Roulette match, with Cole saving a runt from some malicious older bullies. Thought this reinforced some of the key components of Cole’s character as we’ve seen him in the FWA. Parts of this promo felt fitting in a bookend (maybe a pause rather than an end) sort of way, with reflections on who Cole is as a person and how far he’s come in his career. I liked the links to Reagan’s (ancient) history with Death Walker/Darius Wright in a world championship match in another promotion, something which was also brought up in DW’s promo and gave Cole’s position in this match more gravitas and significance. It felt like the fragments of a very weighty promo, but I’d definitely liked to have seen you flesh out some of the points that you made (or began to make) in more detail. I think it’s fair to say that you had a lot more planned but understandable circumstances reduced the scope of what you could do, which is a shame, because you can see that there’s elements in this promo that would’ve been great had you the time to see out the vision properly. Think this is unfortunately more acutely noticeable in comparison to the Peacock roleplay, which also suffers in this regard to a certain extent. With Death Walker, I felt there was an excellent balance struck between focus on your own character, his history and his present and his future, and reflections on your opponents in the match itself. I think this was only matched really by the Alyster Black promo in terms of balance between those two aspects of the grading rubric, with the other four promos choosing to tilt the Of course, something immediately noticeable in this promo is the similarity in setting between Katsu’s roleplay and Walker’s, with both of them set inside a prison, with both surrounded by stand-ins (more direct ones in the case of Katsu) for the other Steel Roulette competitors. Comparisons between the two promos, and particularly the settings thereof, therefore feel quite natural to make. Despite this initial similarity, it’s obvious that they are in very different facilities. Death Walker’s prison is, at times, that of the mind, something that comes through often whilst reading this roleplay. And, fittingly, the prison that he finds himself seems like one of a dystopian dictatorship, whilst the Katsu gym feels certainly less gritty (to elaborate on this: discussions on Cali’s internment resulting from her playing Pokemon, and a prison gym with a fair bit of cardio equipment like treadmills and exercise bikes, were a little jarring and made this environment feel less ‘real’, maybe deliberately so, than Walker’s). I also think that the ruminations on self in the two promos were approached very differently. For Katsu, this was achieved through dialogues with the rest of the Death Squad, which is something that we’ve seen before albeit in a different setting. With Death, the structure of the opening sections, the introduction of the Doctor, and the interactions with Whispers gave an overall more enigmatic, unique feel to how the story was told and the prison was presented. The respective climactic sequences of these roleplays are also comparable, in that both Katsu and Death end up fighting, albeit with different motivations and consequences, with the other five in this match. I preferred Katsu’s approach here, with dialogue revealing a lot about the dynamics at play and, mostly, about her perceptions of the people she’s entering the chamber with. Although the action sequence at the end of Death’s promo was entertaining and fun to read, I’m ultimately more interested in his thoughts and what those actions mean. An argument can be made that this was adequately achieved in the Death Walker promo in the lead up to this fight section, and I guess it was, but I think this lengthy section was more conclusive but ultimately less satisfying than the open-ended culmination in the Katsu roleplay. From a creativity perspective, I think the most immediately unique and impressive is the Chris Peacock promo (although re-visiting Peacock promos was done in my entirely undervalued Connection vs. FTN promo, and I chose better past ones to pastiche). I think this highly creative structure was successful in both allowing you to address each opponent in turn and provide match focus, as well as make some more meta analyses on Peacock and perceived repetitions. That being said, Alyster Black’s structure and general approach was perhaps equally as creative in a more subtle manner, and - as already touched upon - was more successful in using this structure to bring out the central themes (and key character points) of the promo. The set-up of the Death Walker and Katsu roleplays being similar didn’t affect them too much in this category for me, although maybe the Steel Roulette-prison metaphor in itself would be surface level if it were not for the way that this setting was built upon, particularly in the case of Death and the manner in which this was used to further character work. Fenix’s creativity came mostly in the way he achieved his character work. I think Reagan showed a lot of creativity in his prose and descriptive passages at the start of the promo, which were amongst some of the best I’ve seen for the Cole character. The Katsu promo had the most moving parts and was the most striking in terms of its presentation, with multiple graphical elements used to really make the promo stand out. There were a few grammar errors (not so much grammar errors, more repeated punctuation marks and the like) throughout, though, which I feel would’ve taken less time to rectify than the graphics did to make and probably have the same effect on overall score. Of course, doing both would’ve meant this would’ve been a very difficult promo to beat from a presentation perspective, with the mugshot graphics in particular a really nice touch. Peacock, Black, and Fenix promos were all very clean generally, with Peacock’s roleplay definitely more ambitious with the overall look. Peacock and Black promos both felt presented as big-time, world title promos. Thought the Cole promo was quite clean overall, especially in the opening section, even if definitely simple (and, again, probably inhibited by circumstances) in how it was formatted. Death Walker promo also had issues in some of its presentation, but again - like in the case of Reagan - I think that’s down to a time/forum-related issue. I really enjoyed reading these world title promos over the course of a day, and then the next day I did my other grading assignments. There was some real high-effort stuff on this card which didn’t go unnoticed in the grades - I think in terms of overall consistency across the card this was incredible output from top to bottom. I’ll try and get some quick (shorter) thoughts on the others I’ve read at some point before results. --- Originally posted by Welshy. 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪 𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 /Kleio De Santos I absolutely loved this promo, lol. The channel surfing idea is unique as fuck, and was executed extremely well, and Kleio’s arc in this promo was so well done. The fact that her jealousy drove her to wanting her underlings in The Coven to lose at BiB, due to her own insecurities of feeling as though their success somehow makes her appear weak…fucking beautiful stuff. The “shows” themselves were also very well executed. You did a fantastic job of telling Kleio’s story, and displaying her mindset, motivations and emotions heading into this match, while also still offering some focus on her opponents during the Law and Order show in particular, and I really enjoyed Kleio’s verbal rundown of them during the prosecution. So…creativity (check), QOC (check), the presentation was great, with the gif of Kleio and the TVs at the start, and the show graphics and static etc, all really added to the visual presentation of the promo, though there were a couple spelling/grammar mistakes that I noticed. Not many, though. So Presentation (check). Character Portrayal is a pretty obvious (check), along with character development (check). I’m not a judge, and I’ve never graded a promo, but in my head, you’ve ticked all the boxes for a 32+. It was wildly entertaining, creative, emotional, and most importantly…it had Trixie AND Ethel. Any promo that has those two in it should auto-win any match EVER! :lmao Fucking awesome stuff, dude. --- Originally posted by Tommy. Some random feedback just off the top of my head. Yes, I'm late. Yes, this is normal. So, if anyone's still interested, here we go. Let me preface this by saying that once again, this show served as a reminder of just how good the writing here is. People consistently pumping out promos at this level is absolutely awesome to see. Sawyer Xavier Blaine, first, let me say it's good to see you getting back into this. Your first promo back was one of my favorites from that cycle, and it felt like you did a really good job building on the foundation that you laid in this one. Feels like the Sawyer Xavier character is in a unique spot in the current landscape. He's been here longer than several people, not as long as some others, but this feels like a "clean slate" for him with your heightened level of involvement. In two promos, you've shown me exactly why I should care about the character, and that's the name of the game for me. Good work, bud, and I'm looking forward to seeing where you go with Sawyer next. You mentioned in the Discord that you were cutting this one close on time, but also knew that it didn't technically matter since you were likely facing a no-show. Was this as good as your recent return promo? Not in my opinion, but it was still good work, and did exactly what you needed it to do. Kleio De Santos Sully pulling off a really clever idea really shouldn't come as much of a surprise. Loved everything about this promo, but the presentation really set this one apart for me. The TV title setting with the different TV shows is one of those things that seems super obvious, but it's really not. This was creative from start to finish. I found it especially impressive how you still kept Kleio's portrayal intact while doing something so original. This was one of my favorite promos from the Anniversary Show. My only knock on this is that I wanted more of it, and that's no kind of a knock at all. YDS Beavie dropping a Pokemon promo is as "right" as anything can be. Beavie dropping a Pokemon promo is as right to me as a cup of hot coffee in the morning. Doing it in a trios match is just a clever play. As I mentioned in Sully's feedback, sometimes you trade in some CP/CD points to pursue a certain type of promo or a certain type of creativity. I didn't leave this promo feeling like I knew anything about YDS that I didn't know before, and that's fine. I didn't need to know anything new about them. I did learn at least one new Pokemon name (or maybe I was reminded of an old one). This was fun, and I enjoyed it. Trixie Welshy, I've told you privately how much I've enjoyed your progression, but it should be said publicly. You're not the writer you were when you made this sign-up, and it's been fun to watch. The story about the "big mean carnival men" beating up Trixie's friends was a clever way to reference the tag match from the week before involving DS/The Coven, and gave us a reason that Trixie cared about a seemingly random match with Crowe. The presentation was VERY nice and fed into the mood of the promo. My only knock on this promo is that it felt like you kinda chopped the end off a bit early. It was super smart to throw it into an "advertisement" for the Anniversary Show, but as a reader, I would've liked to have seen more "meat" (insert AEW crowd chant joke here) around the end of it. Chris Crowe This motherfucker legit gets on the Discord and says, "Yea, I'm gonna start on this thing after midnight" the night before the deadline and writes THAT?!?! Thanks, BT. Thanks for reminding me that when we team up, I'm Marty to your Shawn. I'm Typhoon to your Earthquake. I'm IRS to your Million Dollar Man. For real, I loved how you continued to lay the groundwork for "where has Chris Crowe been" while still answering "Where is Chris Crowe going" in this promo. A Chris Crowe shroom trip was not what I was expecting, and it was a joy to read. Blake Taylor When you bring a new character into a fed, especially one like this, it's easy to get overwhelmed and kinda "shrink." You didn't do that. The Blake Taylor promo did an excellent job of telling me who this guy is and why people in the FWA should care that he's here. As far as debut promos, that's really the most important part. Overall, this promo could have probably been helped by some more content, but striking the balance between "enough" and "too much" is hard, and ultimately, it only comes from learning what works and what doesn't. I'm excited to see where this character goes next, as a guy who is leaving a successful MMA career coming into a new realm should have a learning curve. I like what you're doing with Blake. Don't be afraid to mess with some presentation stuff. Madison Gray I don't think any of us really knew what to expect with this promo, and that's a good thing. While Madison had been booked on cards before, this was the first time we really got to dive into her character in my opinion. I know you had done the "Dear Diary" thing in the past, but this promo definitely thrived by adding in someone for Madison to play off of. I think this is in the same vein as Blake's promo in that there could have been "more" to it, but what you did obviously worked. I'm looking forward to seeing where the character goes, as I am with this wave of new/returning characters FWA has right now. Chris Peacock This was a massive undertaking, and you nailed it, as evidenced in the win. Doing callbacks to past promos, especially at this level was ballsy to say the least, Mando. I don't really have a "wish you had done this" thing with this promo, as there's not much of anything to change. Katsu One of my favorite things about reading these promos was how everyone chose to portray the fact that there were so many opponents. The prison-concept was a smart one, but I expected nothing less. You've shown plenty of creativity, and the whole "being locked in" in the context of the steel roulette was definitely a clever play. As far as "constructive feedback," I did feel like there were a couple moments where you may have focused a bit too heavily on your other characters, which I'm sure is easy to do when you're writing for 3 active characters. It just felt like there were a couple moments where Ririko and Cali (more Ririko for me) took the spotlight away from Katsu. Reagan Cole Was this as good as "Fuck Reagan Cole?" Of course, not. But that promo has been GOATed and I'll fight anyone who says otherwise. Nah, for real though, knowing that you're looking to take a break (OOC) actually made this promo hit a little different for me while reading it. Cole viewing this match as a last-ditch sort of scenario was actually a good idea. I loved the ending of Cole thinking "maybe I grab the opportunity this time instead of letting someone else do it." I also enjoyed Cole kinda encouraging himself by thinking back to the people he's beaten. Would have liked to have seen a bit more specific match focus for this particular promo, but I still love how you portrayed Cole in this one. Also, I've reviewed your request for time off, and it's been denied. Sorry, chief. Death Walker A couple shows ago, I mentioned that I felt like a promo you had posted lacked focus on the match. That was definitely not the case with this one. For me as a reader, this was probably my favorite promo that you've shared with us so far. Felt like you struck a solid balance between building on this other-worldly, demonic character and the match that you were staring down. Nice job on this promo.
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Post by supinesnake on May 29, 2024 11:34:01 GMT
the FANTASY WRESTLING ALLIANCE proudly presents
Live from the Kensington Oval in Bridgetown, Barbados. Sunday 3rd September, 2023.
Only on the WCNetwork.
Entering the Kensington Oval with an establishing shot over the calm night’s sky in Barbados, the camera rushes down inside the stadium and we hear the sounds of the capacity crowd of 28,000 making their voices heard. As music plays through the speaker systems and fireworks shoot up from both the stage, the turnbuckles and even from the stadium roof, we hear Jean-Luc Watkins’s voice for the first time in the evening.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Tonight is as historic a night as any for the Fantasy Wrestling Alliance, as we come together as a company to celebrate eighteen glorious years at the pinnacle of professional wrestling! Myself - Jean-Luc Watkins - along with my broadcast colleagues from Meltdown, Rod Sterling and Anzu Kurosawa, will be on hand to guide you through all of the-”
Allen Price: “Hey! What about me, Jean-Luc?”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “My apologies, Price. It is hard to remember that you’re here with us when you are actually not here with us.”
For clarification purposes, things cut to a shot of the commentary table where JLW, Sterling and Anzu are seated, all dressed to the nines. Then the shot zooms out slightly to reveal a large perspex box. Inside of which is another, smaller desk and sitting at it is Allen Price, who is wearing a hideous lemon yellow tuxedo.
Anzu Kurosawa: “You’re not seriously going to sit in that all night, are you, Allen? This seems like a bit of an overreaction.”
Allen Price: “A threat was made against my person, Anzu! This is a necessary safety precaution. We all saw how much of a mess Fallout was when I left the other night, Jean-Luc could barely hold the show together!”
Rod Sterling: “Don’t rise to that, Jean-Luc. I think our time would be better spent talking about the amazing show that we have coming up tonight. We’re going to see advancements in the tournaments to decide the next Television Champion and the next challengers to the Trios Championships. Tommy Bedlam defends the X Championship against XYZ and in tonight’s main event, the FWA World Championship will be on the line in a Steel Roulette Match! Chris Peacock defends against five challengers inside the hellacious structure!”
As Sterling talks, we are shown the Steel Roulette structure, which is being suspended above the ring on a canopy supported by several steel trusses, ready to be lowered down later on in time for the main event.
Allen Price: “Phenomenal rundown, Rod. Chris Peacock does defend one of his TWO championships inside the Steel Roulette. Such a brave and fighting FWA World Champion we have, don’t we?”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Wrestling fans, we have an absolutely packed show for you all tonight, so there is no need to stand on ceremony… let’s get going with the first of our nine matches!”
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The crowd is at first unsure how to react as the unknown music begins to play and the stadium descends into darkness. With each loud burst of instrumental music, a line of fireballs shoot up from the stage. As the baritone voice begins to sing, three figures can be seen on the stage. The two on each flank are of a ‘regular’ height with the third being much shorter in comparison. As the music begins to settle into a determined rhythm, the trio are revealed to the crowd, who cheer very loudly upon seeing them.
Kurt Harrington: “The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, with a twenty minute time limit! Introducing first, accompanied by Epsilon and at a combined weight of four-hundred and forty-two pounds… ‘The Mad Wizard’ Konchu Hao and ‘The Exile’ Cyrus Truth… they are… THE DARK ROADS AAAALLLIAAANNNCEE!!!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “The Dark Roads Alliance? I do not think you could get a much more bad ass tag team name for these two guys if you tried!”
Rod Sterling: “This is all BALLER, yo! We saw on Fallout that Cyrus Truth and Konchu Hao seem to have set their sights upon the FWA World Tag Team Championships which are currently held by Chris Peacock and Alyster Black and a victory tonight against the team that FTN recently defended the titles against themselves would seriously boost their credentials.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “That it would, Rod. After what happened at Back in Business, it was clear that Cyrus Truth needed some sort of ally and he found one in the form of ‘The Mad Wizard’... speaking of what happened in Mexico City, you seem a little quiet over there, Price?”
It is evidently clear that the men approaching the ring are the reason as to why Allen Price has chosen to shield himself in the box at ringside and he should consider himself lucky that Truth and Konchu have a match to focus on; otherwise they would likely be dismantling it to get their hands on the cowardly commentator.
Cyrus Truth enters the ring and shoots a disapproving look in the direction of Allen Price, but then turns his attention back to Konchu and the pair bump fists, showing that they are definitely on the same page and willing to make a go of this whole tag team thing.
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As The Dark Roads Alliance’s opponents make their entrance, Allen Price is shown to be just as concerned given his transgressions against them also. Aka Manto forgoes the majority of the theatrics which usually accompanies their entrance, and it is clear that both Aka and Keiko are furious about the events of Fallout 032. They march towards the ring together.
Kurt Harrington: “Their opponents… at a combined weight of two-hundred and forty-six pounds… the team of Aka Yurei and Keiko Hirabayashi… AKA MAAAANNTOOOOOO!!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Another team which will feel hard done by due to the actions of Allen Price and FTN-”
Allen Price: “You think we were ever worried about the toilet ghost? Come on, Anzu!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Dude, I will come in there and beat the brakes off of you myself. Shut up. Aka Manto will be wanting another chance to get some revenge on FTN and a win tonight would cut the legs out from underneath Cyrus and Konchu and put them back to the front of the line.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “We’ve got some real clashing of styles in this one, and really somewhat of an unofficial number one contender’s match!”
Aka Manto enter the ring together and appears to share the same disdain and anger towards Allen Price as both Cyrus Truth and Konchu Hao do. They shout at Price in Japanese from inside the ring and then Keiko makes a crude hand gesture towards him. With both teams in the ring, referee Gracelynn Guerrero seems to have everything in order, and she calls for the bell.
FIRST MATCH | 1/30. Aka Manto [Aka Yurei and Keiko Hirabayashi] vs.The Dark Roads Alliance (Cyrus Truth and Konchu Hao). Tag Team Match. Match writer: Man.
The match gets underway and the crowd are excited to see that it will be Cyrus Truth starting off the match with Aka Yurei, and ‘The Exile’ attempts to initiate a lock up with Yurei, but she avoids it. Aka tries to swing her fist back and catch Truth, but he blocks the strike with his forearms and then brings her in for a tight Side Headlock. Aka backs Truth into the ropes and tries to shoot him off across the ring, but Cyrus turns it around and Aka goes across instead.
Upon her return, Truth tries a shoulder block, but Aka drops down and slides through his legs, and she manages to get a tag into Keiko, who was already half in the ring ready to accept the tag. Keiko charges in at Cyrus and slides down, trying to bring him down with a Drop Toe Hold, but Truth prevents her from doing so and rolls through himself. As he gets to his feet he realises he is in the Aka Manto corner. Keiko approaches from behind, but Truth catches her with an elbow upon approach.
Cyrus grabs Keiko and sends her into Aka on the apron, which the official counts as another tag, but this seems to have been missed by Truth. The collision did not knock Aka from the apron, either. Truth manages to hook Keiko in a Full Nelson and he drops her with a Dragon Suplex! Truth bridges for a pin, but Guerrero doesn’t count! As the referee attempts to explain what happened to Truth, Aka is back in the ring and she knocks him flat with a Jumping Hip Attack!
Rod Sterling: “Cyrus Truth has accomplished a great many thing in his career, but being a successful tag team wrestler is not one of those things as he prefers to operate alone. We saw some of that lack of experience right there, as he didn’t realise he forced an Aka Manto tag.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “That’s a great point, Rod. It is no secret that Cyrus doesn’t play well with others and well, if he hopes to make some waves in the tag team division alongside Konchu, that needs to change.”
Truth gets up from the mat and Aka seems to anticipate a tag to Konchu which does not come and this actually allows Truth to take advantage of her positioning and he sends her into a neutral turnbuckle. ‘The Exile’ holds Yurei in place with one arm and looks around the arena… Knife Edge Chop across Aka’s chest! Immediately, a red mark appears on Aka’s collarbone and she drops to her knees, clutching her front.
Noticing Epsilon at ringside motioning towards Konchu, Truth realises that this is a good time for a tag to his partner. The crowd cheers and Truth walks over to his corner and tags in Konchu Hao. On the outside, Epsilon applauds and jumps up and down at his master entering the match. However, at the same time, Aka Yurei has been able to tag Keiko Hirabayashi into the match.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Epsilon calling the shots down there at ringside. He could be a really valuable asset for the Dark Roads Alliance.”
Allen Price: “You’re not wrong, Jean-Luc. Someone should do something about that, in the interest of fairness...”
Anzu Kurosawa: “What is he talking about now? Wait, Allen! What are you doing?”
As Keiko and Konchu size each other up in the ring, the camera cuts to Allen Price, who has left his protective booth… AND PRICE TAKES A CHEAP SHOT ON EPSILON, KNOCKING HIM DOWN WITH A BOOT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD! The crowd absolutely shits on the commentator and Epsilon falls to the side, and unsurprisingly, both Cyrus and Konchu are INCENSED!
Price manages to make it back inside the booth before Cyrus can reach him, and ‘The Exile’ instead decides to check up on Epsilon, helping him up. Konchu Hao stands on the bottom rope, pointing and shouting at Price, cursing him in every way that he can… but this leaves him open for Keiko to roll him up from behind!
ONE… TWO… THREE-NO!!!
‘The Mad Wizard’ gets out of the pin at the last moment and when he gets back to his feet he swings at Keiko with a wild punch, but she ducks it and scores with a Dropkick to Hao’s chest, which sends him falling down to the floor next to Cyrus and Epsilon. Keiko quickly tags Aka back into the match and together Aka Manto run the ropes and they both leap over the top rope… crashing down onto all three members of the Dark Roads Alliance at once!
Rod Sterling: “Aka Manto takes them all down! It seems the more experienced tag team has the control in this one, and well, I suppose they have a certain someone to thank. What are you playing at, Price?”
Allen Price: “I am merely making sure that this match runs fairly and smoothly. You saw Epsilon there getting involved. It isn’t his place to give instructions out to the competitors. He doesn’t even speak English!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, despite dubious at best circumstances, Aka Manto are in a good position. Aka brings Konchu back into the ring and now she and Keiko can work on breaking ‘The Mad Wizard’ down.”
Indeed, Konchu is back in the ring courtesy of Aka Yurei, and she has him pinned up against the bottom turnbuckle in the Aka Manto corner and drives her knee into his face to hold him in position. Keiko crouches down and holds Konchu back by hooking one of his arms, leaving him in prime position for a Running Hip Attack in the corner from Yurei! The replays show his head snapping back violently upon impact.
Aka Manto make a tag and Keiko steps back through the ropes, and she slowly measures Konchu from the second rope after Yurei lays him prone… and Keiko dives from the second rope and drops an elbow down across his chest! She hooks a single leg;
ONE… TWO… NO!!!
It is a powerful kick out from Konchu and he sits up, only to be kicked in the chest. This knocks him back onto his back and a stomp from Keiko to his chest keeps him there. Both Aka and Keiko share a nod and Aka tags back into the match as Keiko climbs up the turnbuckle. Aka lifts Konchu up onto her shoulder, but he manages to fight out of it and he lands onto his feet.
However before Konchu can reach Cyrus from the other side of the ring, Keiko flies from the turnbuckle and lands on Konchu’s neck and takes him over with a Diving Poisonrana! The crowd gasps as Hao is spiked on the top of his head and now it seems that Aka Manto are ready to go in for the kill - Allen Price’s involvement still paying dividends for them - and once Keiko is back on the apron, Aka makes another tag.
Aka hooks Konchu up and pulls him up into a powerbomb position with Keiko’s help… AND THEN AKA MANTO HIT KONCHU WITH THE END OF LIFE!!!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Aka Manto could be about to do it here, just like that! Here’s Keiko with the cover!”
ONE… TWO… THREE-NO!!!
CYRUS TRUTH BREAKS UP THE PIN FALL!!! Allen Price: “Hey, he can’t do that! Is this referee blind or something?!”
The crowd are pleased that the Dark Roads Alliance is still in the match, but there is a look of concern etched on Truth’s face as he is forced back onto the apron by Guerrero. In the middle of the ring, despite Epsilon’s best efforts, it seems that Konchu is barely with it and he is helpless as an angered Hirabayashi lifts him from the mat… BUT KONCHU DROPS HER WITH A DESPERATION BACKDROP DRIVER!!!
Another loud cheer goes up, but Konchu drops to his knees after hitting the move, unable to get the tag to Cyrus Truth that he desperately needs. In an unfamiliar move to him, Truth attempts to get the crowd going by stomping his foot on the mat, and Epsilon slaps the ring apron to keep in time and get the crowd going. The cacophony of claps is enough to inspire Konchu to crawl to Cyrus and he gets the tag to ‘The Exile’!
Cyrus Truth comes in just as Keiko also gets a tag to Aka, but as soon as Aka enters the ring she is flattened by a Running Elbow Smash from Truth. She rises up and Cyrus is on hand to put her back down with another immediately. Keiko, not out of the ring herself, does not escape Cyrus’s wrath, and she cops an Elbow Smash of her own too!
Anzu Kurosawa: “This is what the fans wanted to see, Cyrus Truth coming in like a house on fire!”
Allen Price: “BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
With Keiko knocked back, Truth has his attention back on the legal person in the match, Aka Yurei. With her down against the same turnbuckle she smushed Konchu’s head into earlier, Cyrus starts stomping at her with The First Five Steps! After the fifth stomp is delivered to Aka’s head, Keiko charges across the ring and jumps on Cyrus’s back… but Konchu Hao grabs her by the leg and pulls her off of his partner.
Keiko swings with a kick towards Konchu, which he avoids… and THEN CASTS BABA VANGA’S ILLUMINATION INTO KEIKO’S EYES!! Keiko is blinded… WHICH LEAVES HER AS EASY PREY FOR RASPUTIN’S REVENGE!!! With one Aka Manto member thoroughly neutralised by Konchu Hao, Cyrus Truth is free to lift the other one up and he scoops Aka onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, which he transitions into THE JOURNEY’S END!!!
The fans are all on their feet and Cyrus gets on top of Yurei for the pin;
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
{RESULT}Winner: The Dark Roads Alliance by pin fall at 10:26.
Epsilon joins both Cyrus and Konchu in the ring and The Dark Roads Alliance seem content with their victory, although it would seem that not everything went as planned as Konchu did receive somewhat of a beating from Aka Manto. What will please them though is that both joshis are down on the mat courtesy of two of the most devastating finishing moves in the world today. Gracelynn Guerrero raises both Cyrus and Konchu’s arms to a rousing reception from the crowd.
Kurt Harrington: “Here are your winners… THE DARK ROADS ALLIANCE!!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “A successful maiden voyage for Cyrus Truth and Konchu Hao as a team and well, they’ve got their sights set on FTN ans those tag titles… your boys must be worried, Price.”
Allen Price: “Come on, Jean-Luc, be realistic. What do they have to be worried about? These guys are nothing. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Rod Sterling: “Well, two very dangerous competitors for a start-”
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The celebrations in the ring come to a screeching halt as the attention of Truth, Konchu and Epsilon turns to the stage where ‘Slick’ Rick Vance and Santino Dongarelli - known of course as the Diamond Dogs - walk out from the back, dressed in street clothes.
Allen Price: “These are two dangerous competitors, Rod.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, the Diamond Dogs are heavily connected to the FWA World Tag Team Champions and Chris Peacock in particular. The cretins have a microphone, so there’s obviously something that they want to get off of their chests.”
Both Sonny and Rick have possession of a microphone and they wait for the music to fade out before motioning to the men in the ring.
Rick Vance: “Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Cyrus Truth and Konchu Hao, everybody! Come on, show them some love!”
The crowd responds in kind, cheering loudly for the victors as they have been throughout the show so far.
Rick Vance: “Now, a little birdie tells me that the two of you are planning on making a run at the FWA World Tag Team Championships… currently held by our close personal friends Alyster Black and the FWA World Heavyweight Champion, Chris Peacock.”
Flipping from cheers to boos, towards Peacock in particular, the crowd make it clear that they do not approve of the current tag champions.
Santino Dongarelli: “Winning a tag team match is a pretty good way of boosting those creds, it is just a shame that the team you barely beat has lost to FTN not just once, but twice. You know, it is kind of like a singles victory over Cyrus Truth, it doesn’t really mean much.”
In the ring, Cyrus Truth seems to be using every available ounce of restraint one can have to stop himself from storming up the ramp. Epsilon is on the ropes, shouting at the men on the stage.
Rick Vance: “So, we wanted to give the two of you an opportunity. It isn’t a golden one, but we can call this a diamond opportunity. The two of you can show just how serious you are if you’re able to defeat a real tag team.”
Santino Dongarelli: “Us!”
An eye roll from Rick makes it clear that is what he was implying. The crowd seem to be in agreement and Truth and Konchu nod their heads, but Epsilon still seems to be very animated.
Rick Vance: “Ey, ey… calm down, little dude. You want in on this? That’s fine with us, dawg. Let’s make it a Trios match. We can find a partner pretty easily, although to make it fair on you, Cyrus, we won’t ask Chris Peacock.”
Santino Dongarelli: “Yeah, because that would mean you’d have even less of a chance of winning than you do already! In fact, we’re so confident that we can beat the three of you chumps that it doesn’t matter who our partner is. Fuck it, you can even choose our partner for us! We don’t care!”
It seems that the gravity of the stipulation he just laid out has not being realised by Sonny D, as he retains a smug look on his face. Rick Vance has his face in his hand and the realisation soon sets in as Cyrus Truth’s gaze slowly switches from the Diamond Dogs to ringside and in particular the perspex box next to the commentary table.
Allen Price: “Why… why is he looking at me like that? N-n-n-n-no…. No… NO! NO! NO!”
The nodding from Cyrus Truth makes it clear that he has made the choice and it is a very easy one… and Allen Price looks like he has just voided his bowel. The Dark Roads Alliance’s music begins to play once again and on the stage Sonny finally understands what he has done and Rick shakes his head and slaps him on the back of his head before they stare the men in the ring down.
Anzu Kurosawa: “It looks like Allen Price is going to find out! A slip of the tongue has opened a very big opportunity for Cyrus Truth and well, it seems like whether they care to admit it or not, The Dark Roads Alliance is in the heads of the FWA World Tag Team Champions!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, there is the confirmation that on Fallout 033, it will be Cyrus Truth, Konchu Hao and Epsilon taking on both Diamond Dogs and our very own Allen Price. Price, anything you care to add?”
Allen Price: “...”
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There’s a muted reaction within the Kensington Oval as the debuting Simon Smythe appears on the stage.
Kurt Harrington: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall with a twenty minute time limit… introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds… Simon… ‘the Surgeon’... SMYTHE!!"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Here comes the first of our debuting talent at the 18th Anniversary Show. Simon Smythe is taking the leap from the surgeon’s room to the wrestling ring. Quite the career change."
Allen Price: "Quite symbiotic, if you ask me. He can break them down and then fix them right up!"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "… Stay in your box, Price."
Smythe rolls into the ring and proceeds to limber up in the corner, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.
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A louder but still mixed reaction circulates in Bridgetown as Sawyer Xavier walks out onto the stage. He doesn’t halt in his momentum, immediately striding down to the ring towards his opponent.
Kurt Harrington: "And his opponent… from Savannah, Georgia… he weighs in tonight at one hundred and seventy six pounds… Sawyer… XAVIER!"
Rod Sterling: "We saw Sawyer Xavier return to FWA television three weeks ago, where he was defeated by one third of the Trios Champions in Trixie Bordeaux."
Anzu Kurosawa: "Xavier will be hoping to rescue some of his momentum here at the expense of the debuting Smythe."
Sawyer is in the ring and occupies his corner, staring across at the Surgeon as he removes his light blue scrubs in preparation for the match. Smythe wears a pair of blood-splattered trunks underneath, loosens up using the ropes, and then waits for the bell…
SECOND MATCH | 1/20. Sawyer Xavier vs. Simon Smythe. Singles Match. Match writer: SS.
<< 00:00. >>
After circling the ring, the pair come together in a collar and elbow tie-up. Smythe, the larger and stronger man, initially begins to push Xavier back towards the corner, but Xavier shows his speed in slipping underneath into a rear waistlock. Sawyer grabs an arm and wrenches it up into a hammerlock, Smythe reaching through his own legs to grab one of Xavier’s and escaping with a single-leg takedown. Smythe immediately goes for a Figure 4, but when trying to step through Sawyer reaches up and catches him with a small package!
ONE… TWO… THR – NO!
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Smythe kicks out! Almost a disastrous start to his FWA career!
Anzu Kurosawa: "Both men scramble to their feet, and Xavier looks to follow up by charging at him… but Smythe wipes him out with a clothesline!!"
The snap roll-up seems to have annoyed Smythe, who appears to see himself as something of a technical maestro, and he picks Xavier up before slamming him back down with a kneebreaker! Xavier rolls into a corner, with Simon following up with a series of quickfire stomps whilst holding onto the top rope.
Rod Sterling: "Simon Smythe exhibiting a mean streak here, the official having to come between these men and start a count…"
The referee gets to four before Smythe finally stops stomping, and he gives Xavier a helping hand out of the corner, dragging him into the middle of the ring and hitting a snap neckbreaker! Smythe with the cover, a forearm pressed into Xavier’s face…
ONE… TWO… NO!
Sawyer kicks out, but Smythe is able to settle into a rhythm…
***
<< 05:12. >>
Smythe rocks Sawyer with a shoulder breaker, Xavier remaining grounded after the move but the Surgeon not going for a cover directly afterwards. He instead stalks Xavier from the corner, waiting for the younger man to rise and then coming towards him and placing him in a full nelson.
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Simon Smythe going for his patented dragon suplex here, maybe a prelude to his dragon sleeper, one of the many ways in which the Surgeon can make you tap…"
Allen Price: "BUT SAWYER XAVIER LANDS ON HIS FEET!! Incredible athleticism on display by Sawyer Xavier!"
Anzu Kurosawa: "I don’t think Simon Smythe even realises Xavier is upright. The Surgeon gets to his feet with a sinister smirk on his face… and then turns into an enziguri from Sawyer!!"
Rod Sterling: "Followed up with a hammerlock DDT! Sawyer goes for the cover…"
ONE… TWO… THR – NO!
Kickout from Smythe! Sawyer backs away into a corner, waiting for the Surgeon to get to his knees before coming at him for a shining wizard. Smythe, though, sidesteps the move, scrambles to his feet, and rocks Xavier with a hard forearm strike! Sawyer is dazed, and Smythe gathers him.
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Simon Smythe is looking for that dragon sleeper! He calls this Anaesthesia, and i don’t like Sawyer’s chances if he’s able to lock this in…"
Anzu Kurosawa: "But Sawyer Xavier is resisting… and he reverses with a standing sliced bread!!"
To his credit, Smythe gets back up for some more… but Sawyer is waiting for him, and when the Surgeon is on his knees and facing away from him Xavier runs through him with a knee to the back of the head!!
Rod Sterling: "Brain squasher!! Smythe might be out cold!!"
Anzu Kurosawa: "Xavier keeps coming… GENESIS OF TRUTH!! HE HAS IT LOCKED IN!!"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Simon Smythe has no choice but to tap! This one’s over!!"
{RESULT}Winner: Sawyer Xavier via submission at 07:30.
Savier lets go of the hold once the bell is rung and, a look of relief on his face, climbs up to his feet to allow the official to lift his hand.
Kurt Harrington: "Here is your winner… SAWYER XAVIER!!"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Exactly what Sawyer Xavier needed here at the Anniversary Show. A tough loss on Fallout 032, but he bounced back with a win here in Barbados."
Anzu Kurosawa: "Sawyer has spoken about wanting this latest FWA run to be different and more meaningful than his previous ones, and this victory sets him back on the right path. What’s next for Sawyer Xavier?"
Rod Sterling: "That remains to be seen, Anzu. But now, this…"
Princess Nova: “Ooo, this is different. Keres, are you in there?”
In front of the TORN Angel is a single wooden door, illuminated by a bright light behind it, yet not casting on any other surface in a vast darkness. The door stands alone, with nothing around to support it.
Knock, knock, knock
Princess Nova: “Hellooooo, Kereeess. Are you ok? I did like you said, I haven’t said anything to anyone since you and Elizabeth had your awesome match! But, people are worried about her, they’re asking a lot of questions. Everything’s been so dark in here since that match ended. I really want to see the tree again… The TORN Universe being like this is actually a little unsettling.”
Creeeaaaak, the door opens slightly. It opens just enough for a small amount of smoke to sneak out from the crack. Princess Nova reaches her hand forward towards the lightly oxidized brass doorknob…but she can’t touch it. Two of her fingers hit an invisible barrier with a significant thud. From where her finger touches the barrier, a sudden and quick moving crack moves across the door, shoots across every direction of it, and covers the entire blackness around Nova.
Princess Nova: “Oh, well I guess it’s time!”
The darkness around Nova loudly shatters and becomes dust-like as it flows through the air of a very familiar scene.
Princess Nova: “Ah, there’s the tree!”
The TORN Universe has woken up. The grayscale world with splashes of beautiful purple-colored foliage and radiant yellow sunflowers greets Princess Nova as she stands in the garden. In the center, also awakening from her slumber, is the Daughter of Demise, Keres. She finally appears after a time of non-existence following her win within the Garden of Eden. She sits beneath the purple-leaved tree of the TORN Universe.
Princess Nova: “Keres! How are you feeling?”
Keres: “Pain.”
Princess Nova: “Oh… Well, I’m sure you’re going to feel better soon!”
Keres: “I always feel pain. It is my natural state. Torment is my happy place.”
Princess Nova: “Duh, of course, silly me!"
Nova has a child-like giggle.
Princess Nova: "Soooo, I’m glad you’re finally awake. It was dark for way too long!”
Keres: “The TORN needed time to rest and adjust. This period of depression has strengthened it and allowed it to account for the newest member of our family.”
Princess Nova: “She’s here already? Honestly, I thought it would take a little longer. Were you more right than we thought?”
Keres: “I was exactly as correct as I knew I would be. Our newest sister has… become one with our world. I can feel it. The TORN has grown around her and morphed her into what she is meant to be. Although, I have yet to fully gaze upon her transformation. I have, however, experienced sensations new to me in this land.”
Princess Nova: “New sensations? What do you mean? Like, something physical happened to you?”
Keres: “Not at all. Listen.”
Keres snaps her fingers and the gray sky of the TORN Universe turns to a blood red and the clouds in the sky move in a pattern that is similar to a physical beating heart.
Princess Nova: “Woah, that’s new! And really pretty! But listen for what, I don’t hear anything?”
Keres lightly chuckles to herself and then moves to stand on her feet. It is here that we notice her outfit is still the shredded mess it was at the conclusion of the Garden of Eden match. Keres looks down at herself and snaps one more time, almost instantly returning her appearance to its natural, perfect state.
Keres: “Come. You’ll hear her. Let me show you.”
Keres grabs Nova by the hand and they walk towards a puddle by a patch of sunflowers. Once Keres’ foot touches the puddle, the TORN Universe rotates around her and Nova as they stay perfectly in place and continue their walking motion. They have gone through the puddle and into an entirely different area of the TORN Universe… a completely new area.
Princess Nova: “Where… where is this? Is this something new that you made?
Keres: “Yes and no. The same way that your fantasy world, your castle, your wishes and desires were manifested by the TORN, so too has Elizabeth’s world. The crimson skies, the fiery air, and the burning beat of-”
Princess Nova: “Keres, what beat? I don’t hear anything except… screaming? I mean that’s not unusual here, but what am I missing?”
Keres: “This screaming is different. These screams come from demons that dance to the beat of their past mistakes. A beat only they, and I, can hear. Although, I hear it for the… fun of it. Soon you will as well. Elizabeth has found her power within the TORN. And it sounds like hell.”
Suddenly, a loud and all-encompassing voice overshadows the conversation of Keres and Princess Nova. This voice belongs to none other than Elizabeth Rose.
Elizabeth Rose: “Shut the fuck up, god. Who the hell told you, you could come into my room?”
Keres’ eyes open wide and she darts them to look out in the distance behind her. It's clear that Lizzie, or rather, Elizabeth, has already had her personality warp in the time she has been in the TORN Universe.
Princess Nova: “Was that Elizabeth?”
Keres: “Did she tell me to… shut… up?”
Nova puts her hand on top of Keres’ head.
Princess Nova: “Now Ker-”
Keres: “I’m going to kill her.”
Princess Nova: “Wait, wh-”
Snap
Keres and Nova appear right behind the former Lizzie Rose. The three ladies are standing on an extremely tall black platform in front of an enormous crowd of tortured souls. Amongst these souls are elegant looking figures in ball gowns and fancy suits that are completed with masquerade masks. There are also some comically dressed, era-distinct, muscle-bound wrestlers, and a multitude of faceless beings with tattered bodies that resemble enemies and opponents from the past of all three women. On the platform, in front of Elizabeth, is a very large and intricate DJ setup.
This setup is almost otherworldly in appearance with its multitude of buttons, knobs, screens, lights, and dials that are all moving without Elizabeth needing to touch them. All of these figures are dancing to the music being played from Elizabeth Rose’s setup… but only they, Rose, and Keres are hearing it at the moment. Clad in red and black gear that seems a lot more revealing than what we’re used to seeing her in. Her face is now pale and gaunt as a cigarette dangles between her lips. She goes on with her DJing while looking very over it and bored.
Elizabeth Rose: “Oh. Joy. Let me guess, she's going to jabber about spooky bullshit again?”
When Elizabeth speaks her Brooklyn accent is much more pronounced than it ever has been before. Keres' eyes literally, not figuratively, produce a small spark of fire as she stares at Elizabeth. Yet, Elizabeth seems unmoved. She takes a draft from her cigarette before continuing.
Elizabeth Rose: “Oh don't fuck me around Wednesday Adams. That whole ‘Please be afraid of me’ act gets old fast.”
Keres storms forward but is stopped a few feet from Elizabeth as two lightly oxidized suits of armor point swords towards Keres.
Keres: “What is the meaning of this?”
Elizabeth Rose: "Urgh, fucking idiots... one sec."
Elizabeth Rose rolls her eyes and spins a disc on her setup and suddenly the entire crowd stops dancing… or moving whatsoever, almost as if they were statues… or puppets, perhaps. Elizabeth lets out an annoyed sigh before turning around to look at the backs of the oxidized knights. She flicks her arm down at her side, as if she is revealing a hidden blade, but instead out comes the very same staff once used by Eternal as a way of getting in her head. She now happily owns and wields it herself.
Elizabeth Rose: “Hey! Assholes! I said annoy her-”
Elizabeth bashes one of the oxidized knights in the head, sending the helmet flying out over the crowd.
Elizabeth Rose: “Nobody gets to hurt my weirdo of a sister except me. Oh, or Nova, because she's....way less annoying than anyone else.”
It seems to physically pain Elizabeth to say anything remotely positive about anyone else. A far cry from the endlessly positive Lizzie Rose. Princess Nova puts on a big and happy smile. Keres touches the other suit of armor and instantly renders it nothing but ash in the wind as she angrily stares at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth Rose: “Oh no. Keres is angry. Whatever will I do?”
The sarcasm in her tone is incredibly obvious.
Princess Nova: “That’s our sister, haha!”
Elizabeth Rose: “Oh! Nova, I heard demon-seed saying that you couldn’t hear my playlist. My bad, let me tune you in so everyone can hear it.”
Elizabeth turns and winks at the… camera?
Keres: “What are you winking at? Do not patronize me.”
Elizabeth Rose: “One sec, Nova.”
Elizabeth turns back to her table and messes around with the different mechanisms on it. The lighting of this new area of the TORN Universe gets darker but everything around them begins to brightly glow in contrast. The sky itself has become a giant black-light.
Princess Nova: “Woah! This looks so cool!”
Elizabeth Rose: “And just… like… that!”
Rose presses one final button and in an instant everyone can hear the music as the crowd starts dancing again.
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Elizabeth: “So, I figured out a couple of things, sissies.”
Keres: “....Sissies?”
Elizabeth Rose uses her hands to give herself a little boost up in order to sit up near her setup. She puts one boot on the table and lets the other hang down.
Elizabeth Rose: “So like you can see in that video-”
Keres: “Video?”
Elizabeth Rose: “Hush, hush sis.”
Keres screams internally. She balls her hands into fists.
Elizabeth Rose: “Anyway like I was saying, I figured out a couple of things. So, one, I picked up the nickname ‘Blacklight Knight’. It’s badass. It works because, you know, I’m like Eternal’s knight, and well, this is a blacklight rave.”
Nova claps, smiling.
Princess Nova: “That’s so clever!”
Elizabeth Rose: “Two… well, people are idiots. Stupid, perverted, selfish, ego-driven idiots. I didn't see that until recently. I tried so hard. So damn hard. But turns out, people just don't give a shit. Gabby didn't give a shit. Joe Burr didn't give a shit. Devin Golden didn't give a shit. Brooklyn didn't give a shit! All they wanted was to keep on taking from me. Every second of every day, and when I asked for something back? Nah, never happened. You know what I say now? Fuck that noise. If they don't give a fuck about me. I don't give a fuck about them, and if they get to torment me. I get to torment them. I don’t give a shit what they think. But yeah ever since I've been here? I figured out, after so many years of people controlling me like a puppet, now I'm the one in control."
Elizabeth turns to the DJ set.
Elizabeth Rose: "Which brings me to thing number three. When I play my music? They finally listen to me. They don't got a choice. They have to… sick, right? And, like, I can choose specific people to hear it all. Which is why you couldn't hear it at first Nova, but that was sort of just a mistake, my bad sis.”
Princess Nova: “It’s okay! I can hear it now and it’s really good!”
Elizabeth Rose: “Even better, I can influence and control large groups of people at one time. Well as long as they can hear whatever song I’m playing, but it goes super far. And as long as our emo sister uses her weirdness to make sure people hear it, then I can have a concert anywhere I go.”
Keres: “I am going to kill you.”
Elizabeth Rose: “You'd court me to be your babysitter for six months just to kill me? Thought you were meant to be smart, dipshit. Besides, you already did that, and look what it's gotten you. Another big sister to take care of you! Kill me if you want. Hell, you'd be doing me a favor by keeping me away from mouth breathers. But we both know you won't. You wanted a big sister to make you and this place more powerful. Here I am. But hey, you do you, sis.”
Elizabeth takes a deep draft from her cigarette and flicks the bud at Keres.
Princess Nova: “Awww, you two are so cute! I just knew that the three of us together would be perfect!”
Even while keeping the normal evil look on her face, Keres is unable to hide the fact that her cheeks are now a flush shade of red. Keres’ gaze darts to Nova, who feels her stellar level of fury in the air. Princess Nova nervously turns back to Elizabeth.
Princess Nova: “Well, it looks like you started a party here, so why don’t we keep it going, Elizabeth! What do you think, Keres?”
They both turn to Keres.
Elizabeth Rose: “Well? Gonna kill me or what?”
Keres: “Your gift of gab is fairly impressive, Elizabeth. Fine. Proceed with fighting those demons. Strip them for all their worth.”
Elizabeth Rose: “Weird way to say ‘let’s dance’, but whatever. Come on Nova, let’s rock this shit!”
Nova gives her new sister a hug. Elizabeth rolls her eyes, but doesn't seem to fight the show of affection. Elizabeth switches the song to something Nova would love and starts playing some Evanescence, to which the two of them start dancing to, as Keres puts on an evil smirk in the background and slightly nods her head to the beat.
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The crowd begins to boo as Al Blizzard’s music hits. We see him stroll out onto the stage being accompanied by his brother Jason Quinn as well as Robert Steel. The trio stand on the top of the stage, soaking in the negative reaction.
Kurt Harrington: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty-minute time limit and is a TV Championship Qualifier Match! !!! Introducing first, from London, England, weighing two-hundred and forty-six pounds. He is accompanied to the ring by Jason Quinn and Robert Steel... He is ‘The Perfect Storm’... AAAAALLLLL BLLLLIIZZZARDDDD!”
The crowd boo as Al begins to make his way toward the ring followed by Quinn and Steel.
Anzu Kurosawa: "At Back in Business, we saw Blizzard join up with his brother after being defeated. This is our first time seeing him in action since then."
Jean-Luc Watkins: “We’ll see a different side of Al Blizzard under the guidance of his brother. It was Quinn’s persuading of Russnow that got him this opportunity.”
Rod Sterling: "And what a great opportunity to bounce back for The Perfect Storm. The winner of this match will advance to Lights Out's match for the vacant Television Championship."
Al Blizzard enters the ring and stands in the middle of the ring, cracking his knuckles while he awaits his partner.
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The music begins to play and darkness has engulfed the Kensington Oval and smoke begins to billow out from the stage. Vengador emerges through the smoke and the lights come back on while Vengador stands on the stage and he scans the crowd. He is met by a fair amount of cheers from the Bridgetown audience.
Kurt Harrington: "And his opponent, from The Realm of Despair and weighing in at 250 lb…he is the winner of Ground Zero Season 4… This is VVVVVVEEENNNGGGGAADDOOOOORRRR!!!!
Rod Sterling: "And speaking of someone looking to bounce back from a loss at Back in Business, Vengador is certainly in the same boat.”
Anzu Kurosawa: "That’s right… it was a hard fought effort by Vengador at Back in Business when he took on his Ground Zero coach, Katsu… but on that night, teacher bested the student.”
Allen Price: “Boy, sounds like we gotta a buncha losers in this match… why are they even getting a title shot?”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, Price, clearly they impressed Russnow even in defeat.”
Allen Price: “Eh, I suppose. I guess not everyone can impress in victory like Chris Peacock, now can they?”
Vengador climbs up the steps, stepping through the ropes to enter the ring. He locks his eyes in on Blizzard as they both now await the third competitor in the match.
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There’s a decidedly mixed reaction for Kleio De Santos as she walks out onto the stage followed by the Ravenwood sisters, Celestia and Blair, who each are sporting their trios titles.
Anzu Kurosawa: "The Coven certainly are riding high right now and probably can’t relate to Blizzard and Vengador’s Back in Business blues.”
Rod Sterling: "They have definitely been one of the hottest acts here in FWA, capped off by Celestia, Blair, and Trixie becoming the inaugural FWA Trios Champions.”
Allen Price: “Yeah but those victories are not attributed to Kleio De Santos, are they?”
Rod Sterling: "Well, that is true. But with a win tonight, Kleio will be one step closer to joining her Coven sisters with some gold of her own.”
Kleio walks with a purpose down to the ring with Blair and Celestia following behind her. She slides under the ring and looks ready for action as the match is about to get underway.
THIRD MATCH | 1/20. Vengador vs. Al Blizzard vs. Kleio De Santos. Triple Threat Match - winner qualifies for the TV Championship match at Lights Out. Match writer: Dubb.
<< 00:00. >>
The bell rings as the three competitors eye each other cautiously, waiting to see who wants to strike first. Al Blizzard’s face shows his confidence while KDS, despite being outweighed by both competitors by over 100 pounds each, does not seem too concerned. Unfortunately we cannot see Vengador’s face to get a glimpse into his psyche but you can imagine he’s eager to bounce back from his tough loss at Back in Business.
So eager, in fact, that it is he who makes the first move. Deciding to be the aggressor as he charged at both KDS and Blizzard, looking for a double clothesline, but both of his opponents duck the attack and each strike the masked man with a knee to the midsection at the same time. From there’s it’s an elbow strike from Kleio followed up with a right hand from Blizzard. Back and forth, KDS and Blizzard take turns striking Vengador before Kleio strikes him with a snap side kick which sends Vengador stumbling back into a Samoan Drop!
Blizzard sits up to his knees, smirking with pride only to be struck with a front snap kick from Kleio!
Rod Sterling: "While they started the match out with some teamwork to take Vengador down, Kleio shows that there are no teammates in this match.”
Allen Price: “Ah ha, yes, except for their actual teammates are actually at ringside.”
Rod Sterling: "Right.. Sure…”
Kleio wastes no time as she pounces on Blizzard and begins to unleash a flurry of punches, ground and pound style… but all the while, Vengador SITS UP!
The masked man sneaks up behind Kleio as she is unloading on Blizzard, grabs her by her hair, and pulls her up to her feet and lights up her chest with an open handed chop! And one more! Vengador works her to the ropes, driving repeated knees into her midsection as Blizzard begins to get to his feet.
The Perfect Storm charges in, looking to attack Vengador from behind… but the masked man moves out of the way and Blizzard instead clotheslines Kleio over the top rope, his own momentum sending himself over the ropes as well! Both crash down to the floor. Celestia and Blair come over to try and help Kleio up while Jason Quinn and Robert Steele check on Blizzard…
But Vengador is waiting for any of them as he DIVES OUT OF THE RING with a Somersault Suicide Dive onto EVERYONE AT RINGSIDE!
<< 04:46. >>
After some ringside shenanigans, the action returned to the ring with Vengador in control, working over Al Blizzard in the corner with a combination of punches and kicks before pulling him out of the corner and hitting a snapmare to send Blizzard to the mat. The Perfect Storm sat up on the mat as Vengador ran to the ropes to hit a rolling neck snap, but he’s tripped up at ringside by Jason Quinn! Vengador spins around and glares at Quinn, but it allows Blizzard to recover and come in with a running knee strike as Vengador turns back around!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Vengador takes his eyes off the ball and pays for it there.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “He’s at quite the disadvantage in this match with both Kleio and Blizzard having associates at ringside.”
Allen Price: “You gotta have friends in this business! I should know - mine are the best!”
Vengador falls back into the ropes, coming back at Blizzard who ducks a clothesline on the rebound, and then scores with a German Suplex into a bridge!
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!
Rolling back to his feet after the nearfall, Blizzard quickly goes back on the attack, stomping Vengador’s back before he can recover. He continues to target the back of the masked man with stomps before pulling him and setting up for a piledriver, but Kleio comes in out of nowhere with a running superman punch!
Blizzard drops to the mat as KDS turns her attention to Vengador, taking him down with a hip toss shoulder throw before locking in a Kimura Lock! Her opponent struggles against the submission, but using his strength advantage he’s able to get back up to his feet, but ultimately the hold is broken up by Blizzard who charges in with a running big boot to Kleio!
Looking to get back into the driver’s seat once again, Blizzard rocks Vengador with a pair of forearms smashes before hitting a boot to the midsection and drops Vengador with a sitout powerbomb! He looks for the pin again.
ONE! TWO! NO! Broken up by Kleio!
<< 08:03. >>
After sending Kleio into the corner with an Irish Whip, Blizzard charges in but KDS moves out of the way! Blizzard crashes into the turnbuckles, staggering out into a knee from Kleio into a sweeping loin throw to take the Perfect Storm down to the mat, still holding onto his arm as she locks in a bar choke!
The referee is in position, checking in on Blizzard to see if he is going to submit. Blizzard seems to be hanging in strong, but Vengador comes in with a running knee drop to Kleio to break up the submission!
Vengador lifts Kleio up onto his shoulders for a Fireman’s Carry, but she escapes down his back, locking in a rear choke and begins BITING his neck while doing so!
Rod Sterling: "Kleio looking to do whatever it takes to get into the TV Title match at Lights Out! Her teeth are sinking in deep to Vengador’s neck!!”
Allen Price: “I thought biting was a vampire thing, not a witch thing.”
Some blood trickles down from the bite, but Vengador manages to break the hold by overpowering Kleio, snapmaring her over his shoulder to the mat before hitting the rolling neck snap! Blizzard staggers up to his feet but is quickly met with a superkick from Vengador that sends him falling back into the ring ropes. He uses the ropes to help hold himself up, but Vengador runs in with a dropkick that sends Blizzard through the ropes to ringside!
Vengador turns back around and is surprised by a round house kick from Kleio! Vengador falls to a knee as Kleio grabs him by the head - DDT!
Vengy’s own momentum pops him right back up after the DDT, but Kleio quickly strikes with a boot to the midsection..
LETTERS TO KLEIO!
Kleio hooks the far leg as she makes the pin..
ONE! TWO! THREE!
NO! BLIZZARD BREAKS IT UP!
<< 012:17>>
Kleio manages to survive a flurry of offense from Blizzard, reverses a DDT attempt into an armbar takedown before striking him back down with a jumping scissors kick.
With Blizzard down, Kleio begins to climb to the top turnbuckle before she comes off with a Flying Elbowdrop…
BUT Blizzard rolls out of the way! Kleio crashes to the canvas!
Both wrestlers are slow to recover… but its Blizzard back up first and he scoops up Kleio, lifting her up onto his shoulders…
AL CUTTER TO KLEIO!
He’s slow to recover after hitting his finisher, but as he does begin to set up..
HE’S HIT WITH A JUMPING BIT BOOT FROM VENGADOR!
The masked man grabs Blizzard and begins to lift him back up to his feet… but Blizzard reaches into the eye holes of the mask and pokes Vengador in the eyes! That creates some separation as he now lifts Vengador up into a fireman’s carry as well…
Anzu Kurosawa: “He’s taken out Kleio with that Al Cutter… and now one is in Vengador’s future as well. Al Blizzard has the TV Title match in his sight!”
Jason Quinn and Robert Steele are both watching with approval as Blizzard looks to finish off Vengador…
But Vengador fights it off! He hits a pair of elbows to Blizzard’s head and he escapes down the back, where he’s able to place his head underneath Blizzard’s armpit, lift him up into the air… SPINS HIM AROUND…
JUSTICIA!
Rod Sterling: "Blizzard is SPIKED on his head! What a quick turn of events! The tables are turned and this is Vengador’s chance!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Not if Blizzard’s associates have anything to say about that!”
Before Vengador can go for the pin, Robert Steel is on the apron, distracting the referee! Vengador walks over to confront Steel, but is attacked from behind by Jason Quinn!
Quinn hooks Vengador’s arms from behind… lifts him up… WOLF’S BITE TO VENGADOR!
Blair grabs Robert Steel and pulls him down off the apron as Celestia SPRINGBOARDS INTO THE RING and hits Quinn with a flying headscissors takedown! Both roll out of the ring… leaving Kleio and Blizzard both getting up to their feet…
KICK TO THE MIDSECTION FROM KLEIO..
LETTERS TO KLEIO!
But Vengador is back up to his feet again…
And he gets a boot to the midsection as well!
ANOTHER LETTERS TO KLEIO!
She drops to her knees and makes the cover on Vengador!
ONE! TWO! THREE!
{RESULT}Winner: Kleio De Santos by pinfall at 15:21.
Celestia and Blair quickly rush to the ring and help Kleio to her feet, celebrating with her in victory.
Kurt Harrington: "Here is your winner… KLEIO DE SANTOS!!"
Rod Sterling: "Maybe there’s some witchery going on, but The Coven continues their winning ways here in FWA! Kleio is the first to punch her ticket to the Lights Out FWA Television Championship match!”
Al Blizzard regroups at ringside with Jason Quinn and Robert Steel, the group none too pleased with the outcome of the match, while Vengador stares them down… from ringside as they head up the ramp.
Anzu Kurosawa: “Vengador may have a bone to pick with Jason Quinn after that attack that perhaps prevented him from winning this match, and I don’t think anyone would blame him!”
While the losers have no choice but to suffer the agony of defeat, inside the ring, The Coven stands tell, Kleio having each of her arms lifted in victory by one of the Ravenwood sisters.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “It’s a big win for Kleio De Santos and later tonight we’ll find out who her opponent at Lights Out will be!”
-= MEANWHILE =-
Somewhere in the backstage hallways, not too long ago, Nate Savage steps out of the Undisputed Alliance locker room, letting the door swing closed behind him. He exhales, pulling out his phone and glancing at the screen.
Nate Savage: They were supposed to be here an hour ago, what gives? Is it that hard to find some good interns these days? Christ.
???: "Mr. Savage!"
???: "Sorry we’re late, Mr. Savage!"
Two voices shout from offscreen, and Nate glances up from his phone with a gruff sigh, as Kung Fu Karl & Jimmy Boom-Boom step into frame, each carrying a truckload of bags with them. Panting, faces red with exhaustion, Kung Fu Boom pause, collecting their breath as Nate stares at them, a disappointed frown crossing his face.
Nate Savage: "You two were supposed to be here an hour ago."
Kung Fu Karl: "Sorry, Mr. Savage-"
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "We just got caught up with-"
Kung Fu Karl: "It’s not our fault, there was this guy-"
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "This giant raccoon thing-"
Kung Fu Karl: "Some kinda man-sized possum in the dumpster-"
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "Had to show him who’s boss-"
Kung Fu Karl: "Who’s in charge-"
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "And teach him not to mess with you, or Jackson-"
Kung Fu Karl: "Especially Jackson."
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "ESPECIALLY Jackson!"
Kung Fu Karl: "You’re welcome, boss!"
Karl & Jimmy beam proudly. Nate blinks, having not heard a single word of the inane rambling, as Karl & Jimmy talk over each other pretty much non-stop. He simply gestures impotently.
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "But anyway, we got your bags, got your gear here before your matches, so no harm done, right?"
Jimmy puts a hand on the handle of the door, only for Nate to overtake it and yank the door closed.
Nate Savage: "Hey hey hey. It’s a big night for Jackson tonight."
Kung Fu Karl: "… Yeah?"
Nate Savage: "Which means, no distractions."
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "… Okay?"
Nate Savage: "… Say it with me. No distractions."
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "No distractions."
Kung Fu Karl: "No distractions."
Nate Savage: "Not quite in tune, but it’ll do. So what I need you to do, is get this whole… Raccoon nonsense out of your head, this weird obsession you two have with a talking dumpster or something, I don’t know, take it out. Alright? I don’t care about it, and Jackson doesn’t need the distraction. Got it? Go take a walk for a bit, and when you come back here, I don’t want to hear another word about some kind of talking rodent that only you can hear. Any questions?"
Kung Fu Boom glance at each other.
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "But the bags-"
Nate Savage: "Just put them on the floor here, alright? Drop ‘em, and take a walk around the block or something."
With a shrug, Kung Fu Boom drops the bags to the floor, with a loud ‘THUMP.’
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "You’re the boss."
And with that, Kung Fu Boom back away. With a sigh, Nate picks up one of the bags, shaking his head.
Nate Savage: "Interns nowadays…"
He retreats into the locker room.
Meanwhile, Kung Fu Boom aimlessly walks through the halls, exiting out the back door, to the alleyway behind the arena. They glance at each other, then at the inconspicuous dumpster parked beside the arena wall.
Kung Fu Karl: "… You heard the boss, right?"
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "Yeah. Take out the ‘distraction.’"
Smirking, the two high-five, before Jimmy Boom-Boom kicks the dumpster. Meanwhile, Kung Fu-Karl picks up a discarded trash can lid.
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "Hey, Garbage Rat!"
Jimmy hammers on the wall of the dumpster, his blows echoing on the steel, as it’s internal occupant makes a grand noise of annoyance.
???: "Oi! This ain’t a concert, quit the drum solo! What’s the matter wit ya?!?"
The lid of the dumpster is pushed open, and the annoyed visage of a giant possum pokes his head out, scowling, before rolling his eyes at the sight of Jimmy Boom-Boom & Kung Fu Karl.
Trash Mammal: "Well, if it ain't Evil Kneivel an' Jackie Chan’s stunt doubles. What gives?"
Jimmy Boom-Boom: "NO DISTRACTIONS!"
Trash Mammal: "Beg yer pardon?"
THWACK!
Kung Fu Karl strikes with the garbage can lid, bouncing it off of Trash Mammal’s head! Trash Mammal slumps with a groan, and as Karl holds him in place, Jimmy Boom-Boom slams the dumpster lid on him! Kung Fu Boom high five, pleased with their handiwork in ensuring that an oversized rodent with a penchant for interviewing people has been taken out of commission, and thus, won’t be a distraction tonight.
Kung Fu Karl: "Mr. Savage is going to be so proud of us!"
The two confidently re-enter the arena, as the twitch of Trash Mammal’s hand signals a fade to black…
{GOTTA CATCH ‘EM ALL || JASON PAIGE}[MEDIA=youtube]rg6CiPI6h2g[/MEDIA]
There’s cheering around the Kensington Oval as the Menage appear on the stage. They each look excited but somewhat apprehensive, with Wild Jerry leading the way towards the ring, all three slapping the hands of the front row fans as they go. XYZ, leader of the XYZites, brings up the rear, showing encouragement towards his three followers as he does.
Kurt Harrington: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one-fall, and is a semi final match in the Trios Eliminator Tournament, where the winners will receive a shot at the Coven at Lights Out. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by XYZ… Wild Jerry, Christian Howard, and Sierra… they are… THE MENAGE!"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "The Menage surprised many folks by surviving deep into the Trios Battle Royale at this year’s Back in Business, eventually finishing in fourth place behind the Undisputed Xperienx, the eventual winners the Coven, and the YOKAI Death Squad."
Anzu Kurosawa: "And it’s the last of these that the Menage will face off against here in Barbados. They may have picked up a win last week over Triple J Security, but they face much tougher opponents here in the semi-final stage."
Rod Sterling: "I think Sierra, Howard, and Jerry are well aware of that, Anzu. Would explain the look of apprehension on their faces."
The Menage and XYZ retreat to a corner, where they exchange last minute strategy in hushed whispers. Their music eventually fades out and is replaced by…
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The lights of the stage flash a mixture of neon green, purple, with occasional flashes of red to the music. The screens flash an 8-bit skull logo repeatedly. After about eighteen seconds, the YOKAI Death Squad Trio makes their way out. Katsu keeps her hand to her side, cape flowing behind her. Ririko runs to one side of the stage, amped up, as Cali Hayama hops in place. Ririko joins her partners in the middle of the stage as there are sparks of pyrotechnics. Standing next to Katsu, Ririko spins around and holds up the MAYHEM M, her mask's tongue flopping around. Katsu crosses her arms in front of her, holding her hands in a fox head gesture as Cali Hayama kneels down in front of them, pointing her hand out like a sideways gun. The Canadian jumps up as all three begin to head down the ramp.
Kurt Harrington: "And their opponents… representing MAYHEM, the Sky Devil, Cali Hayama, the Crazy Ghost, Ririko and the Kitsune Warrior, Katsu… YOKAI DEATH SQUAD!!!"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "A huge night for one of these three women in particular, as she hopes to take home the biggest prize of them all in the main event. I’m talking, of course, about the Steel Roulette match for the FWA World Championship, where the Kitsune Warrior will battle with five of the company’s best."
Anzu Kurosawa: "But she can’t look past this particular match-up if she’s serious about progressing in this tournament alongside Hayama and Ririko. The Menage may be inexperienced, but they’ve already shown a willingness to learn and quick progress in their two previous performances. I’m sure Katsu’s partners will be hoping she can put tonight’s main event out of her mind for the next twenty minutes…"
The three wrestlers head down the ramp before Katsu makes a break for the hard-cam side of the ring. The former FWA Television Champion opens her cape as she slides onto the apron. Cali Hayama jumps onto the apron and jumps over the top rope as Ririko slides into the ring. Katsu quickly does the spits and slides into the ring. Ririko and Katsu head to parallel turnbuckles as Cali Hayama hooks her leg on the top rope, removing her half mask and showing a smirk. All three put down the MAYHEM ‘M’ before they all jump off. The three head back to the middle of the ring and exchange a triple fist bump before heading to their corner.
FOURTH MATCH | 1/20. YOKAI Death Squad [Katsu, Ririko, and Cali Hayama] vs. The Menage [Christian Howard, Wild Jerry, and Sierra]. Trios Match - Eliminator Tournament semi-final. Match writer: SS.
<< 00:00. >>
We start with RIriko and Wild Jerry into the ring. It appears as though they’re going to come together with a collar and elbow tie-up, but Ririko skilfully steps beneath it and into a hammerlock. She transitions into a wrist lock, and then throws Wild Jerry back into his corner with an arm drag! Jerry looks up from his seated position in his corner at Ririko, before promptly tagging in Christian Howard and sliding beneath the bottom rope.
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Perhaps that’s the sizable experience difference between Ririko and Wild Jerry coming to light. Let’s see if Christian Howard fares any better."
Howard climbs into the ring and offers Ririko a high hand, suggesting a test of strength. It looks as though Ririko is going to accept it, but as soon as their fingers are clasped she connects with a stiff kick to the side with her right boot… and then one with her left! Still with a hold of the wrist, Ririko uses her free hand to connect with a trio of stiff forearms, followed by an elbow strike that rocks Howard back, causing separation. Ririko then knocks him back into the Menage’s corner with a standing dropkick!
Anzu Kurosawa: "Ferocious strikes on display from Ririko, there. Showing her versatility in the opening exchanges of this one, as Sierra tags herself in to take her turn with the Crazy Ghost."
Sierra climbs into the ring, but before she can do anything at all she’s nailed with a big European uppercut, turning her around so that Ririko can grasp her from behind. She clasps both her arms and takes her over with a tiger suplex, bridging for the cover…
ONE… TWO… NO!
Sierra kicks out and both are quickly up, but Ririko ducks the attempted lariat and slaps on a full nelson… followed up by a dragon suplex! Ririko again bridges for the cover…
ONE… TWO…. TH – NO!
Another kickout from Sierra! She’s much slower to get up this time, but - showing some resilience - she manages to do so. Ririko is waiting for her when she does, though, connecting with a boot to the midsection…
Rod Sterling: "Stalling vertical suplex from Ririko! She goes for another cover. This might be it for Sierra!"
ONE… TWO… THR – NO!
This time, Sierra needs a little help from her friends, with Jerry and Christian reaching in from the outside of the ring and dragging Sierra out under the bottom rope! They support her on the outside, the three and XYZ quickly entering a confab whilst they weigh up their next move. Ririko isn’t about to let them do that, though, hitting the opposite set of ropes…
Anzu Kurosawa: "Ririko’s about to fly! She’s looking for a vaulting cross-body! Incredible air time!!"
Allen Price: "BUT THERE’S NOBODY HOME!! The Menage scatter in all directions and Ririko crashes and burns!!!"
It is indeed a bad landing for Ririko, and the Menage waste no time in capitalising on this sudden advantage. Sierra recuperates against the barricade whilst Jerry and Christian lay into Ririko with stomps!
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Here come the rest of the YOKAI Death Squad! Jerry and Howard want nothing to do with Cali and Katsu, scarpering back towards their corner."
The official is out to try and maintain order, and he tells Hayama and Katsu to head back towards their own corner, Sierra finally having recuperated enough to scrape Ririko up and throw her under the bottom rope. She goes for a cover, the official sliding in to make the count…
ONE… TWO… NO!
Kickout from Ririko, but the Menage are able to isolate her in their corner as best they can…
***
<< 07:10. >>
We rejoin with Wild Jerry laying into Ririko with stomps, his back between her and her teammates on the opposite side of the ring.
Rod Sterling: "It might not exactly be the prettiest approach, in fact I’d describe it as bowling shoe ugly, but it’s been effective for the Menage over the last few minutes."
Allen Price: "Gotta get the job done any way you can, Rod!"
With Ririko scrambling up to her feet, Jerry places her in a front facelock and then spikes her onto her head with a DDT!
Jean-Luc Watkins: "I guess we know what XYZ taught these three in class this week. I think that’s the fourth DDT we’ve seen from the Menage this match…"
Jerry goes for a cover…
ONE… TWO… T – NO!
More resilience on display from Ririko, who’s had to show a lot of that, and Jerry proceeds to tag in Sierra. She comes into the ring and watches on as Ririko scrambles up to her feet, doubling her over with a boot to the midsection and then putting her in a front facelock…
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Another DDT?! The Menage are relentless here…"
Anzu Kurosawa: "Maybe not, Jean-Luc. Sierra hooks the arm, maybe looking to branch out with a suplex?!"
Indeed, it looks that way, but when Sierra tries to wrench her opponent up and over, Ririko anchors her weight down and then blocks the move by placing her boot behind Sierra’s calf. Sierra huffs and puffs and heaves, attempting the lift a further two times, but she has no luck… and then Ririko reverses with a snap suplex of her own!!
Allen Price: "This could be the opening that Ririko needs! She crawls towards her corner… and tags in Katsu!!"
Katsu leaps over the top rope and begins by taking Sierra down with a lariat! Then an arm drag! Sierra appears to be crawling to her corner, attempting a tag, but Katsu drags her into the middle of the ring and connects with a scoop slam! Katsu points to the top rope, nodding her head as the crowd cheers her ascent. She straightens out on the top rope as Sierra climbs to her feet… and the Kitsune Warrior connects with a hurricanrana! Sierra is sent hurtling into her corner, and Jerry - showing some courage - reaches over to tag himself in. He climbs into the ring and charges at Katsu… but she ducks the attempted cover, goes behind into a rear waistlock, and hurls Jerry over with a release German suplex!!
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Katsu picking up a head of steam, here, and this might be exactly the boost in momentum she needs ahead of her main event encounter. This doesn’t look good for Wild Jerry!"
Katsu waits for Jerry to rise and then hits the ropes… but Christian Howard is waiting there, reaching beneath the bottom rope and grasping at her legs! It’s not enough to knock her down, but she turns around to face Howard, who promptly backs away. Katsu turns to face Jerry again, who makes full use of the distraction, running through her with a shoulder block! Wild Jerry wasted no time in collecting the Kitsune Warrior, dragging her to the middle of the ring, and connecting with another DDT!! He goes for the cover…
ONE… TWO… NO!
Allen Price: "Katsu kicks out, but once more the Menage use a little guile to recapture the advantage…"
***
<< 12:30. >>
Christian Howard is wearing Katsu down with a sleeper hold, to the point where the official has to come in and check the Kitsune Warrior’s arm. It falls the first two times, the audience showing their support for the joshi as the referee dramatically lifts it a third time…
Anzu Kurosawa: "This might be it!"
Allen Price: "NO! There’s still life in Katsu yet!"
She clenches her hand into a fist and then begins to fight up to her feet, Christian Howard at first attempting to desperately maintain his sleeper. When in a standing position, she reels off with a series of elbows to the midsection, Howard first transitioning into a side headlock and then turning into a front facelock…
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Looks like Christian Howard is going for the Menage’s eleventh DDT of the match… but reversed by Katsu! Northern Lights suplex, with a bridge!"
ONE… TWO… TH – NO!
Howard kicks out, and both competitors scramble up to their feet. Katsu ducks underneath Howard’s frantic, wild clothesline, and then catches him on the turn with a hurricanrana!
Anzu Kurosawa: "Finally, Katsu is able to get in some offence, and both competitors are now desperate for a tag…"
Rod Sterling: "And both competitors get one! Here comes Jerry! Here comes Cali!"
Cali begins by taking Wild Jerry over with a spinning wheel kick, and then - after he rises - drops him once again with a standing dropkick! She has less fortune with an elbow strike, Jerry blocking it and then returning a forearm strike of his own. Cali is staggered, and Jerry collects her in a front facelock, looking for a snap DDT… but Cali stands up straight, and…
Anzu Kurosawa: "Standing Spanish fly!! Beautiful from Cali Hayama!"
Sierra maybe feels the match slipping away, and climbs into the ring. She charges at Cali, attempting to bowl her over with a lariat, but Hayama ducks beneath it. Sierra continues her momentum… right into Ririko, who knocks her down with a back elbow! Ririko throws Sierra under the bottom rope, where XYZ checks on her, before hitting the ropes…
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Vaulting cross-body!! This time Ririko connects, onto both Sierra and XYZ!!"
Allen Price: "Little favour from YDS to Tommy Bedlam!"
Meanwhile, in the ring, Cali is stalking Jerry from behind, the XYZite slowly getting to his feet. She comes in for the kill…
Rod Sterling: "ETHER CALAMITY!!!"
Cali gets all of the Destino, and is quick to hook both legs…
ONE… TWO…
Christian Howard makes a desperate charge into the ring… but Katsu is there to wipe him out with a superkick!!
THREE!!
{RESULT}Winners: YOKAI Death Squad via pinfall at 14:58.
Cali rolls off her defeated opponent, a mild round of applause circulating around the Kensington Oval. She allows Katsu and the returning Ririko to help her up, where she dusts herself off and soaks in the victory.
Kurt Harrington: "Here are your winners, progressing to the finals of the Trios Eliminator Tournament… Ririko, Katsu, and Cali Hayama… the YOKAI Death Squad!!"
The triumphant trio each get their hands lifted in a line by the official, the Menage looking on from the outside and licking their wounds. XYZ offers them some words of sympathy and support before the defeated trio head back up the ramp.
Jean-Luc Watkins: "We’ll see XYZ again later on tonight when he faces off against Tommy Bedlam for the Cowboy’s FWA X Championship, but for now he and his followers leave the arena in disappointment."
Rod Sterling: "They won’t be getting any further in this tournament, but the YOKAI Death Squad have now progressed into the finals. We’ll find out who they’ll face later on tonight, when the Undisputed Xperienx go head to head with the Lumberjacks."
Anzu Kurosawa: "The job’s not finished yet, but the YOKAI Death Squad are one step closer to that climactic showdown with the Coven that they’ve been hoping for. But before then, one of its members has a main event to worry about…"
The camera shows Katsu and her determined expression as she climbs out of the ring, the other two celebrating their victory whilst the Kitsune Warrior begins her walk to the back to prepare for her second match. We fade from the scene.
-= EARLIER TONIGHT - PRIOR TO THE SHOW =-
Somewhere within the vast backstage hallways of the arena, a familiar masked man rests his clenched fists against the brickwork of the arena wall, silent but for the shallow exhale of his breath. He places his head between his fists, leaning on the wall, his all-black outfit standing out from the slate-grey walls around him. Alyster Black was quiet, uncharacteristically so, the weight of tonight’s main event clear in his posture, his FWA Tag Team Championship laying discarded on a crate next to him.
That is, until a slim, pale arm reached into view, carefully gripping the belt and picking it up, to no response. The arm, presumably with a rest of a body attached to it off-screen, tilted the faceplate in it’s direction, with a hum.
???: “I thought you were supposed to be able to see your reflection in these belts.”
Zoom out, and if the voice isn’t familiar, the bob and sway of a ridiculous bright green mohawk on the woman certainly is. In jeans and a leather jacket, Violet Dreyer inspects the faceplate of the belt, squinting, as she holds it up to the light. She makes a face one would usually associate with a particularly flattened piece of roadkill, and a bemused hum.
Violet Dreyer: “I mean, christ, look at the smudges. You tryin’ to fingerbang this fuckin’ thing?”
No response from Alyster. Idly chewing on a piece of gum, Violet dropped the tag belt back onto the crate, before leaning against it with a huff.
Violet Dreyer: “Eh. I bet Disco Balls’ title is cleaner. You’ll have to show me tonight, after you win it.”
That got his attention. Breaking the spell, Alyster turned a head, glancing at Violet. Expression hidden, but there’s a slight pause, as if he wasn’t sure she would even be here tonight. He straightens, fists falling to his side, one hand falling onto his tag title belt. There’s a tilt of the head, Violet’s words clearly echoing within him, before he clears his throat instead.
Alyster Black: “You made it.”
Violet makes a half-shrugging gesture of ‘duh.’
Alyster Black: “Almost didn’t think you would.”
Violet Dreyer: “What, and miss out on seeing you legally murder a bunch of chucklefucks en route to taking back the top prize? Nah. Ain’t like I got anything better to do, might as well watch my guy murder it down, violent-style.”
Alyster nodded in acquiescence.
Violet Dreyer: “Besides, I was here the first time you won that strap, it’s only fitting I’m here for your second. Right? You’re welcome, hotshot. You got this.”
She holds up a fist, in a rare display of camaraderie. Alyster doesn’t hesitate before punching it, and Violet tries and fails to hide the flash of pain that goes through her hand.
Violet Dreyer: “Fuck’s sake, save it for Peacock.”
???: “Save what for Peacock?”
Both Black and Dreyer turn to see that Ricardo Vance and Santino Dongarelli have arrived onto the scene and there seems to be a playful manner about them and they exchange fist bumps with Black as well as Dreyer, who seems more reluctant to dap them.
Alyster Black: “What’s going on, guys? Come to wish me luck?”
Santino Dongarelli: “Alyster, you know we love you, buddy, but you know tonight we’re pulling for ‘The Cock’. If Chris gets hit by a bus on the way to the arena though? We’re backing you all the way, dude.”
Ricardo Vance: “What he said. Plus, we’ve got some business to attend to ourselves. Not sure if Chris shared the details with you?”
Black shakes his head and grunts. It is clear that he seems slightly annoyed that Chris has gone behind his back on something, albeit he does not know what it is.
Ricardo Vance: “That weird freak Konchu and that loser freak Cyrus? We heard that they’re gunning for those tag titles, man. We can’t let that happen.”
Santino Dongarelli: “Not that we don’t know you and Chris would smoke those fools, but because they don’t even deserve a damn shot after you two have been sonning them every chance y’all have got!”
Violet Dreyer: “Where do you two dolts come in, then?”
Santino Dongarelli: “They won’t get to FTN, because they won’t get past us Diamond Dogs.”
Alyster Black: “Then what?”
The Diamond Dogs take a step closer to Black, and Dreyer instinctively gets in between them and her close ally.
Ricardo Vance: “Then? We find out once and for all who the best tag team in this little group of ours is. That sound good to you?”
Alyster Black: “Sounds great.”
There seems to be an air of understanding between everyone involved, and as Rick and Sonny leave, Black is left wondering whether their appearance here may have been a way to throw him off of his game, courtesy of his partner.
{COME AS YOU ARE || NIRVANA }[MEDIA=youtube]vabnZ9-ex7o[/MEDIA]
The crowd get to their feet in anticipation of the recently returned Chris Crowe. First out walks his friend and manager, Crazy Harry. Harry plays to the mostly positive reaction from the fans before finally Chris Crowe walks out, decked out in a AC/DC T-Shirt with cut off sleeves, jean shorts, black boots, and a knee brace on his right leg.
Kurt Harrington: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Crazy Harry… hailing from The Bad Lands… weighing in at two hundred fourty pounds….”THE SHOWMAN” CCCHHRRRISSS CCCRRRRRRRRRRROWE!”
Rod Sterling: "The fans here in Barbados are excited to see The Showman making his way down to the ring tonight, in his first singles match since returning to the FWA.”
Anzu Kurosawa: "A lot of anticipation for this for sure. Chris Crowe seemed like a rising star in FWA after capturing the North American championship but before we could even begin to see what Crowe was capable of, he was gone but now he’s back and ready to pick up where he left off.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: "We saw a tease of just that on Fallout. Current North American Champion Bryan Baxter seems to think there’s no challengers for his title, but Crowe certainly took issue with that. And I think that’s a match we’d all like to see.”
Rod Sterling: "I think we can all agree with that. But first, Crowe has his second run in with The Coven since his return, after he and his Deathswitch partner, Tommy Bedlam, defeated Celestia and Blair on Fallout.”
Harry and Crowe slowly make their way down to the ring before Crowe climbs up onto the apron, steps into the ring and tosses his hands up into the air to cheers from the fans in Barbados.
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The crowd continues to be on their feet and give Trixie Bordeaux an equally warm response as she walks out with a big smile on her face, her FWA Trios Championship wrapped snuggly around his slim waist. She begins to walk out and is joined by her trios partners, Blair and Celestia, but Trixie turns to them and seems to let them know she would handle this on her own, sending her partners back to the back.
Kurt Harrington: “And his opponent, representing The Coven… from Baton Rouge, Louisiana… weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds… she is one third of the FWA Trios Champions… TTTTTRRRRIIIIIIIXXXXXXIIIIIIIEEEE BORDEAUX!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Earlier tonight, we saw Kleio De Santos pick up a big win so Trixie will be looking to continue the Coven’s winning ways here but has quite the tall task ahead of her.”
Rod Sterling: "I wouldn’t count Trixie. While going up against The Showman is certainly an unenviable task for anyone, we’ve seen the kind of heart and determination this young girl has.”
Allen Price: "Hahaha! That’s a good one.”
Rod Sterling: “I’m sorry, was something I said funny, Price?”
Allen Price: “What? Oh no, I have no idea what you said. I was reading a text from Chris. You wouldn’t get it but trust me, it’s hilarious.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: "Focus, Price! There’s a match about to get underway!”
Rod Sterling: “Yes, right… and Trixie is looking to avenge The Coven’s loss to Deathswitch here… a match that saw Trixie delivering her patented “Pee-Pee Punch” to Crazy Harry during the match, but at the same time was on the receiving end of Crowe’s Closing Act as well.”
Trixie skips down to the ring before sliding in. With enthusiasm, she climbs the turnbuckle, removes her title and holds it up to the fans for another pop. Finally she jumps back down, hands off the title and gets ready for the match.
FIFTH MATCH | 1/20. Chris Crowe vs. Trixie Bordeaux. Singles Match. Match writer: Dubb.
<< 00:00. >>
The bell rings to officially start the match. Trixie eyes up Chris Crowe, who licks his lips as he makes his way to the middle of the ring as he eyed down the young blonde, a bit uncomfortably so. Trixie slightly grimaces as the looks she’s receiving from The Showman. Her uneasiness perhaps makes it easier for her to avoid his advance, as he looked for a grapple, but Trixie instead ducks under his arms and runs to the ropes! Trixie bounces back and ducks a clothesline from Crowe. Back off the opposite ropes, she ducks another clothesline. She bounces off the ropes once again and third time was not the charm for Crowe as this time Trixie floats over his clothesline attempt into an arm drag takedown!
The Showman is quick back up to his knees, a smile on his face as perhaps he was a little impressed with the spunky Trixie’s quick start. He gets back up and Trixie meets him with a slap to the face, but Crowe is unphased. Trixie’s eyes grow wide as she begins a flurry of punches to Crowe, but they are absorbed by the bigger wrestler before Crowe seems to now grow annoyed with her, grabbing her by the head to stop her attack and just unceremoniously shoves her to the mat!
Crowe actually gets some scattering of boos for his dismissing of Trixie’s offense, but the determined “hex girl” gets right back up to her feet as Crowe encourages her to “bring it on,” seemingly daring the girl to come at him again.
To her credit, Bordeaux walks right back up to The Showman and delivers another stiff slap across his face… this one with even more oomph behind it, the force actually sending Crowe’s head sideways!
Anzu Kurosawa: “Now we’re talking! You have to admire that fire from Trixie. She is showing no fear!”
The smile on Crowe’s face disappears as he turns back to Trixie, but she quickly strikes by raking his eyes and then pulling him into a headlock! However, Crowe overpowers her and shoves her off into the ropes. Coming back off the ropes, Bordeaux leapfrogs over Crowe and heads to the opposite ropes, leaping into the air as she comes back with a cross body..
BUT SHE IS CAUGHT BY CROWE…
FALLAWAY SLAM!
Trixe clutches her back as she rolls to her side on the canvas, Crowe walking over, stalking over her…
***
<< 06:11. >>
It’s been the Showman in complete control over his opponent as swings her back to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Crowe presses down on her shoulders for a rather nonchalant lateral press.
ONE! TWO! KICKOUT!
Allen Price: "It would appear Crowe is toying with her right now!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: "After a fiery start from Bordeaux, The Showman has certainly been in the driver’s seat.”
Crowe seems unconcerned as he grabs Trixie by her blonde hair to pull her back up to the mat and sends her into the corner with an Irish Whip. Crowe charges back in for a corner clothesline, but Trixie manages to get her leg up… Crowe charging face first into her boot!
With the Showman momentarily staggered, Trixie tries to take advantage of the situation as she runs out of the corner with a bulldog! She quickly goes for the pin!
ONE! KICKOUT!
Crowe begins to get back to his feet but Trixie strikes with her Shotgun Dropkick that sends Showman falling back into the corner! With the crowd solidly behind her, Trixie runs to the opposite corner and charges in with the Bundle of Fun cannonball!
Bordeaux rolls back up to her feet as Crowe slides under the ropes to the apron. Trixie plays to the crowd as Crowe begins to try and use the ropes to pull himself up on the apron… but Trixie charges in..
SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES!
Both competitors spill to ringside!
Anzu Kurosawa: "Trixie putting her own body on the line, sending both of them out of the ring and I’m not sure who took the worst of that spill!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: "She’s got to be careful now though as outside the ring is going to be an even bigger advantage for Crowe’s style.”
Trixie shows signs of life first as she grabs the ring curtain and begins to pull herself up and then back onto the apron. Crowe gets back to his feet but is surprised as Bordeaux runs the apron and LEAPS onto him with a Thesz Press to take him back down! She begins to go nuts on him with a flurry of slap and headbutts mixed in with some bites!
Concerned about his friend, Crazy Harry comes over and grabs Trixie, trying to pull him off of Crowe, but Trixie turns around and RAKES HARRY’S EYES! She actually seems somewhat surprised by her own actions as she acted out of instinct. But no time to worry about that as she turns back to the recovering Showman…
HEADBUTT TO CROWE!
The force of the headbutt seems to have actually effected Trixie just as much as Crowe, as she staggers backwards, dazed from the attack.
Allen Price: "You might say she was really using her head there! Well.. maybe not…”
She shakes off the cobwebs and grabs Crowe by the arm, attempting to whip him into the ringpost…
BUT CROWE REVERSES IT!
Trixie crashes into the steel head first! Crowe immediately grabs her by the hair and SLAMS her head first into the post again and then slams her head first into the ring steps!
With Trixie now in trouble, Crowe lifts her up onto his shoulders outside the rings… AND FLINGS HER INTO THE RING POST!
Crowe smirks as he pulls a clearly struggling Bordeaux up and rolls her back into the ring. Crowe takes his time as he climbs to the apron and then climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a flying elbow!
Crowe hooks the leg!
ONE! TWO! THRE– NO!
Trixie gets her shoulder up and the match continues!
***
<< 10:23. >>
Death Valley Driver!
Chris Crowe lays out Trixie right in the center of the ring and goes for another pinfall, this time much more assertive and hooking the far leg while doing so.
ONE! TWO! THREE!
NO!
Trixie still somehow finds some life to get her shoulder up!
Rod Sterling: "Another kickout by Bordeaux! What’s it going to take for The Showman to keep her down!?”
Frustration begins to become evident on the face of Chris Crowe as he gets to his feet and delivers a few stomps to Trixie’s back. He then drags her over to the corner, pulling her up and slamming her backward into the corner turnbuckles. He rakes at the eyes of the Trios Champion, eliciting some more scattered boos through the audience but none of that seems to bother the Showman.
He lifts Trixie up and places her on the top turnbuckle, before beginning to climb up himself. He positions himself on the top turnbuckle wiith Trixie… and it’s..
HIGHWAY TO HELL!
Top Rope Powerbomb… IS REVERSED INTO A HURRICANRANA FROM TRIXIE!
Both crash to to the canvas!
Rod Sterling: "What a counter! Trixie pulling out a desperation reversal to the Highway to Hell!”
Anzu Kurosawa: "But so much damage has been done… can she capitalize?!”
It’s a standing ten count with both competitors down. At the seven count, Trixie begins to get up to her feet, but Crowe starts to show signs of life as well. Unable to make a pinfall attempt, Trixie tries to strike first and hits a bulldog legdrop to Crowe as he is getting up!
This time Trixie is able to make the cover!
ONE! TWO! THR–KICKOUT!
Crowe keeps the match going but Trixie wastes no time going back after him, attempting to hook him for a DDT, but Crowe blocks it and runs with Bordeaux, slamming her back first into the turnbuckles once again!
This frees Crowe as he now is able to back up… and he charges in looking for a boot into the corner, but Trixie moves out of the way! Crowe’s boot connects with the top turnbuckle as Trixie leaps up..
HOCUS POCUS TO CROWE!
The crowd is on their feet with a mixture of shock and awe as they witness Trixie laying out the Showman with one of her finishing maneuvers! But Trixie is unable to make the cover as the desperate nature of the move had left her down as well.
Meanwhile, a frantic Crazy Harry climbs to the apron, distracting the referee! Trixie gets to her feet, noticing Harry on the apron and knowing she can’t make the pin… she heads over and trades some words with Harry…
Before performing a SPLIT AND PUNCHING HARRY BETWEEN THE LEGS!
Jean-Luc Watkins: "It’s another LOW BLOW to Crazy Harry!”
Allen Price: “It’s the Pee-Pee Punch, JL!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: "I am not calling it that.”
Rod Sterling: "But completely legal because Crazy Harry is NOT in this match!”
Harry grabs his crotch as he falls down to the floor from the apron as Trixie looks down at Crowe… and then looks to the top turnbuckle. Trixie begins her ascent and perches the top turnbuckle..
WHISTLING TRIXIE!
KNEES UP FROM CROWE!
Both competitors are down once again as Trixie’s high risk didn’t pay off! Both very slowly begin to stagger to their feet..
KICK TO THE MIDSECTION FROM CROWE..
CLOSING ACT TO TRIXIE!
He drops down and makes the pin..
ONE! TWO! THREE!
{RESULT}Winner: Chris Crowe by pinfall at 16:31.
“Come As You Are” plays once again as Chris Crowe staggers up to his feet. The referee lifts up his arm as Crazy Harry comes into the ring, quite gingerly, to celebrate with Crowe.
Rod Sterling: "Chris Crowe seems to have picked up right where he left off before his hiatus, back to his winning ways.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “A valiant effort from Trixie Bordeaux as the Coven come up short against Deathswitch again here tonight… but for Crowe, I think we all know what he’ll be looking for next…”
On cue, Crowe’s music is interrupted…
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In the ring, Chris Crowe’s victory celebration is cut short. He smirks as the FWA North American Champion walks out from the back, not dressed to wrestle since he had the night off. Instead Baxter is decked on in jeans with a black tee shirt. The FWA championship propped up on his left shoulder while he held a microphone in his right hand.
Bryan Baxter: ”Well done. Congratulations!”
Baxter sarcastically offers up a round of applause for Crowe, who seems unamused in the ring.
Bryan Baxter: ”I know you rudely interrupted me on Fallout, but I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced. My name… is BIG. BRYAN. BAXTER. Or, you may elect to call me Big Bryan Bastard… because when I step into that ring, that’s exactly what I become. And your name is?”
Baxter pauses but really never has any intentions of letting Crowe respond for himself.
Bryan Baxter: ”Of course I know who you are. I suppose your reputation precedes you. You came onto the scene here in FWA like a wrecking ball. You took the world by storm. No one saw you comin’ and you left a path of destruction in your path. And along the way you picked up the FWA North American Championship and had yourself a dominant title reign.”
“Hmm.. that… sounds… familiar. Who.. else does that describe?”]
Baxter once again stops, and taps his index finger on his chin, as if pondering his own question.
Bryan Baxter: ”Oh right, it describes… ME! But there’s a couple SIGNIFICANT differences between me and you, Showman. Number one… you don’t have this title right now… I DO!”
“And while, yeah sure, you were never defeated for the belt… neither have I. But you know something… that’s not entirely true. Sure… you weren’t defeated in the traditional sense of the word. Someone didn’t pin you in that ring. No one made you submit. But you were defeated. Weren’t you, Showman? You were defeated by your own vices. Your own addictions. Your own personal demons.”
“AND BELIEVE ME - I’VE BEEN THERE! I know exactly what that’s like. But you were WEAK. Which brings me… to the other difference between you and me, Crowe. And that’s this. I defeated my vices. I defeated my addictions. I DEFEATED MY DEMONS. But I can see it in your face. I can see it in your actions. You’re still dealing with all the same shit that kept you away from FWA for the last year.”
“And I know what you want. I know you plan on waltzing right back here into FWA a year later… walk right up and just get yourself a title shot because… you never lost the title. You want this right here. You want my belt. You want… a MATCH. YOU WANT BAXTER… VERSUS CROWE!”
“BASTARD versus SHOWMAN.”
“Is that what you want? IS THAT WHAT THESE PEOPLE WANT?!”
The reaction from the crowd makes it evident that they want to see it, while in the ring, it’s a solemn nod from Crowe who echos the thoughts of the crowd.
Bryan Baxter: ”WELL THAT’S TOO FUCKING BAD!”
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Bryan Baxter: ”Because the fact of the matter is this, - you did lose this belt. Because if you didn’t… you’d still be champion. It was your own poor decisions in your life that led you away from FWA. It led you away from this title. You chose to abandon this company and this title. So yeah, you lost. And as far as I’m concerned, you are owed…”
”Nothing.”
“You want a shot at this title? So does everyone else.”
“Join the club.”
“If you want it… real simple… Showman… you’re gonna have to… earn it.”
Baxter tosses the microphone down as the crowd let him have it with a sea of boos, but the Bastard simply laughs as he turns his back to Crowe and walks back behind the curtain, while int he ring, Crowe actually continues to smirk and can be seen saying off mic, “That’s fine… I’ll earn it alright.”
We cut away from the live action inside the Kensington Oval for a pre-taped segment from earlier this weekend. We find Sir Stache, roaming the beautiful Caribbean coast wearing his usual white mask featuring a prominent mustache on it along with a white collar shirt and khaki pants, not too similar from the type of clothes we’d see Jeremy Best himself wearing.
Sir Stache: “Gaaahhh… where is he?”
The frustration is evident in the typically meak voice of the man we have come to know as “Krash” over the last several months. The “he” in question becomes evident as he spots the person he is looking for… another masked man… who is leaning back in a beach chair, sipping on a beverage featuring an umbrella. This man is shirtless with floral themed swim trunks on. It is a man perhaps known to some from LCW and the Lucha Libre scene as Mejor Amigo, a man we recently learned had befriended Jeremy at some point as well. A man who agreed to join Sir Stache in a quest to find Jeremy Best, whose whereabouts after the Back in Business Buried Alive Match remain unknown. Amigo greets Stache with a friendly wave, calling him over.
Sir Stache: “What are you doing?”
Mejor Amigo: “Hola amigo! I’m just enjoying some of this countries fine amenities. Did you know that Barbados is the birthplace of rum! And it makes a very delicious cocktail, my friend!”
Sir Stache:: “What? No! Not that! You’re supposed to be helping me in my Best Crusade to find Jeremy!”
Mejor Amigo: “Si, si! Of course I am! But it doesn’t hurt to get a little R&R in, am I right?”
Sir Stache: “The only ‘R’ we have time for right now is RESCUE.”
Mejor Amigo: “Don’t be silly, my friend. What is it you’ve been saying… What Would Jeremy Do? WWJD.”
Sir Stache: “He’d be going to the ends of the Earth to find his missing friend. Just like he did for Krash!”
Mejor Amigo: “Si, this is true. BUT - he’d also want us to have fun along the way, would he not? Remember all the adventures he had with Bryan Baxter and XYZ during his own search?”
Sir Stache: “I… suppose you have a point.”
Mejor Amigo: Ah ha! That’s it mi amigo! Come! Let us enjoy this paraíso together!”
Sir Stache nods before we are treated with a montage of the two masked friends enjoying their time in Barbados - including snorkeling (with their masks on of course) and swimming with some turtles in the crystal blue waters, partaking in a rotisserie chicken dinner at R. A. Mapp Bar, sitting beachside as they clink their fruity beverages together and sip from the cup, and finally we see Mejor Amigo burying Sir Stache in the sand.
The montage comes to a close with both standing on the beach, Sir Stache brushing the sand out of his khakis.
Sir Stache: “Okay, you were right… that was a lot of fun… but can we get back to business now.”
Mejor Amigo nods.
Sir Stache: “Great! Let’s get back to it… Jeremy… we are coming for you buddy!”
Stache and Amigo begin running across the secluded sandy beach, fading off into the distance as we head back to the live action.
Kurt Harrington: “Your next contest is a trios match scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute-time-limit!”
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The alluring vocals of Janet Jackson’s “That’s The Way Love Goes” begins to play as the mood lighting in the arena dims to a sultry shade of red. Walking out onto the stage, through a steady cloud of smoke, are two people wearing pink, glittery, skin-tight full body suits. The back of one suit says “Antonio” in white and the back of the other says “Monica” in white. They each hold one furry cone shaped object in their hands as they slowly move and vibe to the music while standing on either side of the entryway. After a few seconds, out saunters Xperienx Xtacee, looking as flashy as ever with a matching velvet cloak and holding a rhinestone-encrusted cane. Soon, Xtacee is joined by Jackson Fenix and Nate Savage as they stand behind him with Bubbles the Clown as well. He motions Monica and Antonio with the cane, signaling them to come over and kiss him on either cheek. Xtacee puts on a very satisfied smile and holds his cane with both hands, pointing it in front of him, as Monica and Antonio stand at his side and point the furry cones at him. In unison, Xperienx Xtacee thrusts with the cane as his lovers tap the back of the cones, causing golden confetti to come shooting out of all three objects.
Kurt Harrington: “Introducing first, making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Monica, Antonio, and Bubbles the Clown. They weigh in at a combined weight of 656 pounds, the team of Xperienx Xtacee, Jackson Fenix, and Nate Savage…The Undisputed Xperienx!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “It’s always an Xperienx when these three make their out to the ring!"
Rod Sterling: “I see what you did there Anzu, and I would be inclined to agree. They make a formidable trio in the ring, and from what I’ve heard through the grapevine, they know how to have a good time outside of the ring, if you catch my drift.”
Allen Price: “I don’t catch your drift.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Shocker.”
Xtacee shares a kiss with his lovers Monica and Antonio before he enters the ring. Jackson hugs Bubbles the Clown and alongside Nate, he joins Xtacee in the ring and the three men posture for the adoring fans.
Allen Price: “Look at Jackson Fenix! Look at how he carries himself! That’s not the look of a champion. Now, Chris Peacock, that’s a champion! You don’t see Chris keeping company with a clown!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “He keeps you around so I beg to differ.”
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The positive reaction continues for The Lumberjacks and their sister, Lucy Lupone. Lucy seems more eager to interact with the fans while Dan and Doug mean business as they march down to the ring.
Kurt Harrington: “Their opponents, from The Yukon, Canada and weighing in at a combined weight of 750 lb, the team of Dan, Doug, and Lucy Lupone…The Lumberrrrrjacks!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Both of these teams are coming off of big wins on the last cycle, but only one of them can move on to the semi-final before they get their match with the current trios champions, The Coven and Trixie Bordeaux.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Dan and Doug with their strength and power, then throw in Lucy’s speed and energy and you have yourself quite the exciting trio!”
Rod Sterling: “That Lucy seems a bit out there but she is a firecracker once that bell sounds!”
SIXTH MATCH | 1/20. The Undisputed Xperienx [Jackson Fenix, Nate Savage, and Xperienx Xtacee] vs. The Lumberjacks [Doug LuPone, Dan LuPone, and Lucy LuPone]. Trios Match - Eliminator Tournament semi-final. Match writer: Jimmy King.
DING! DING! DING!
<< 00:00 >>
The match begins with Jackson Fenix and Dan Lupone. Jackson tries to go in for a lock up but he quickly senses it was a mistake due to the size difference when Dan swats him away. Fenix pops up after being shoved to the mat and he begins to hip thrust at Dan, who looks confused by the entire situation. Dan starts to grow annoyed by Fenix’s games and goes to clobber him with a discus clothesline, but Fenix sees that coming and he ducks out of the way in time and spins behind Dan and he nails Dan behind the knee with a stomp! Dan nearly topples to one knee but he keeps his balance. Not for long though as Fenix clips him from behind with a chop block! Fenix starts to fire away repeated forearm strikes to Dan’s dome, and Dan is backed into enemy territory in the corner.
Anzu Kurosawa: “Fenix chopped Dan down like Dan would do to a tree and now he has him where he wants him in the corner!”
Rod Sterling: “Fenix is secretly a lumberjack confirmed.”
Xtacee tags himself in and along with Fenix, the two of them start to vigorously thrust their hips while delivering strikes to Dan Lupone. Eventually, Dan gets the better of the duo and he grabs both men by the throat and shoves them away. Dan quickly turns his attention to Savage on the apron and knocks him off for good measure! Dan comes roaring out of the gate and takes down both Fenix and Xtacee with a double clothesline!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Dan Lupone isn’t having any of Xtacee and Fenix’s games it seems, and he levels both of them in one swift but powerful motion!”
Allen Price: “You wouldn’t catch Chris slipping like Jackson Fenix just did there!”
Dan brings Xtacee up and locks Xtacee in a bear hug! Xtacee has nowhere to go while Dan ragdolls him around in a vice-like grip in his arms! Dan transitions that into a fallaway slam on Xtacee and he goes for the pin…
ONE…NO!
<< 04:10 >>
Dan tags in Doug and Doug charges toward Xtacee, who is getting up, and Xtacee has enough instinct to run underneath Doug, leaps on the top rope, and he quickly leaps off and hits a diving meteora on Doug and he hooks both legs in for the pin…
ONE…NO!
Anzu Kurosawa: “Xtacee putting his speed and agility to good use but Doug found a way to power out of it!”
Xtacee tags in Fenix and Jackson charges Doug, but he eats a spin kick for his troubles!
Allen Price: “He chopped him down like a redwood!”
Rod Sterling: “Anzu already used a tree analogy, keep up Price.”
Doug lifts Fenix up from the mat and tosses him in the corner. Doug then crushes Fenix in the corner with a running splash! Doug tags in his brother and the two behemoths have ill intentions in mind for Fenix, and they’re about to go on a chopping spree but Fenix rolls out of there in time and tags in Nate Savage!
Savage comes in hot and he starts trading lefts and rights with Dan Lupone. Nate gets the better out of the exchange and he whips Dan into the ropes, but Dan comes back with a shoulder tackle that knocks Nate right off of his feet! Nate doesn’t look pleased and he jumps up and tries to take his large opponent down but he winds up shoving Dan into the corner. He drives home some shoulder thrusts to Dan in the corner, and Nate is feeling it now as he hurdles toward Dan but Dan moves out of the way and Nate bounces off the corner, and he groggily turns around right into a big boot from Dan Lupone! Dan makes the cover…
ONE…TW - - NO!
Dan tosses Nate into the corner and tags in Doug. The brothers have a chopping spree on Nate Savage!
Anzu Kurosawa: “Nate Savage is in a bad spot right now!”
Allen Price: “What? What’s going on?”
Rod Sterling: “Are you on your phone, Price?”
Allen Price: “I was making plans for a party to celebrate Chris’ inevitable win later tonight in the main event”
Rod Sterling: “Oh brother!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “That’s rather presumptuous, don’t you think?”
Allen Price: “Have you seen Jackson Fenix in there right now? There’s no way he’s beating Chris later!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Can we focus on the match, please?”
Bubbles the Clown gets near Allen’s box and he stares at Price without Price’s knowledge at first. Allen senses something and looks over at Bubbles staring at him.
Allen Price: “Jeez, that clown scared the hell out of me! Get away from here, shoo!”
<< 08:20 >>
Monica and Antonio look at Price in disgust before leading Bubbles away from Price’s box. Meanwhile, back in the ring, The Lumberjacks have gone to town on Nate Savage. They tag in their sister Lucy and as Nate groggily stumbles out of the corner he’s taken down with a float over DDT by Lucy! Lucy looks over at Dan and Doug and gives a nod. Her brothers enter the ring and knock both Xtacee and Fenix off of the apron. Dan then takes Nate in a powerbomb position and lifts him up. Doug then comes down with a double ax handle before Dan finishes him off with the powerbomb, and from the opposite corner, Lucy comes flying off with a diving splash! Lucy hooks the leg!
ONE…TWO…THREE!!!
{RESULT}Winner: The Lumberjacks by pinfall at 9:06.
Kurt Harrington: “The winners of the match, The Lumberjacks!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “A fair effort on the part of Undisputed Xperienx, but The Lumberjacks proved to be too much for them to overcome and now we’ll see The Lumberjacks go on to semi-final.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Jackson Fenix can’t let that get him down too much because he still has the main event later tonight.”
Allen Price: “Haha, oh brother, like he has a shot at winning that!”
Fenix, Xtacee, and Savage collect themselves on the outside while The Lumberjacks celebrate inside the ring. Savage shakes off the effects of the match and he overhears Allen’s rude comments. Savage marches over and starts to shake Allen’s box and hits it a few times.
Allen Price: “What is your problem?! You sore loser! Get him out of here!”
Xtacee, Monica, and Antonio get Nate away from the box while Fenix stares at Price.
Allen Price: “What are you looking at, huh?! That’s right, leave, take a hike!”
Xtacee urges Jackson to ignore it and they leave the ringside area. Allen composes himself and sees his colleagues staring at him like he’s lost his mind.
Allen Price: “What?!”
Anzu and Rod shake their heads in disbelief while Jean-Luc audibly sighs into his headset.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “More action on the way, wrestling fans.”
The stadium goes into a brief lull. Then - darkness. Anticipation. The unknown. Suddenly a drum beat is heard, perhaps familiar to some. A few in the audience know and start to cheer. But when the song, Dropkick Murphys "The Gauntlet", hits he comes into view things erupt.
There stands Ashley O'Ryan for the first time in years. He wears black converse, slim black jeans, and a white and green Flogging Molly t-shirt partially covered by a black jacket. His hair is longer than the last time he was seen and slightly whiter.
He makes his way down to the ring with a smile as he poses on the turnbuckle and takes a microphone...
“For those of you who don't know who I am, my name is Ashley O'Ryan. I am the Irish Switchblade. I am a Saint and a sinner. I am the bastard son of a bastard son of a bastard son. I am the Vodka that went with the Venom that tore this place up noit after noit to become one if not THE most formidable tag teams the world of wrestling 'as EVER seen. I am a triple crown champion and a 'all of Famer. I 'ave fought alongside and with wrestlers who 'alf you whelps in the back boots you couldn't even lace. Chris Kennedy, Devin Golden, Stu St.Clair, G-Rich, Ryan 'all, Matt Boudreau, Ewan Edwards, Jillian De Silva, Wolf, and more. I was 'ere when this place was a fledgling company. I saw its growing pains at it became one of the best Wrestling organizations in the bloody world.
Frankly, just standing in this ring after all these years brings up so many emotions, so many memories. Both sweet and bitter. Regrets, triumphs. Wins, losses. Friendships gained and friends lost.”
Ashley briefly looks to the heavens.
“Miss you Chris.
But you may be thinking, didn't this bastard retire? Is this just another old timer trying to wax nostalgia in the ring for a cheap pop and nothing more?
Aye, I retired. A long time ago. I 'ad a lot to deal with. Despite all the great men and woman I 'ave fought in this ring the greatest foe I've beaten was not in this ring. It was with myself. With my own body. With the demons that lurked in me. But after five years of sobriety, after surgery after surgery, after more time in rehabilitation and gyms to help me mind body and soul, I got an itch. A deep seeded addiction that I 'avent fed in far too long. The addiction of coming down the ring to my music, hearing you beautiful bastards cheering as I enter this ring to see me do what I DO BEST!
MY NAME IS ASHLEY O'RYAN. And I've come home.”
Returning to the show, Kurt Harrington is in the ring, with a microphone once again.
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Kurt Harrington:Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is for the FWA X-Title! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing for Sitka, Alaska, X…Y…Z!
A good portion of the crowd stands to their feet, showing their support for XYZ who comes to the ring alone. As he makes his way down the ramp, the wild eyes in his look evident, XYZ stops at the edge of the ring apron and pulls out a trash can full of weapons, throws it into the ring, climbs in himself, and waits for the champion.
Jean Luc Watkins:I kind of expected The Menage to be with XYZ for this match. Interesting that he’s choosing to go this one alone.
Allen Price:Oh, he’s not going it alone, you moron. You know that merry band of misfits is lurking around here somewhere.
Kurt Harrington:Now introducing, hailing from Sweetwater, Texas, the FWA X-Champion…Tommy Bedlam!
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The members of the crowd who didn’t throw their support behind XYZ jump to their feet and start singing along with Tommy’s theme song.
Tommy stands at the top of the ramp, the FWA X-Title proudly around his waist. He takes off his signature black cowboy hat and tips it to the crowd. He makes his way down to the ring, high-fiving the fans who hang their arms over the security barrier along the way. He too stops at the edge of the ring and grabs a second trash can that appears to be full of weapons and tosses it into the ring toward his waiting challenger. As Tommy climbs into the ring, he steps up on the second turnbuckle, throws his long, leather duster back, and points down toward his X-Title, throwing the crowd into another frenzy.
Rod Sterling:The crowd is certainly torn in this one. Both of these men are beloved by the FWA universe, even if it’s for different reasons. The crowd likes Tommy’s blue-collar nature, but they also like the enigmatic XYZ.
Allen Price:I didn’t expect Randi to be out here with Tommy, she has to be about to pop by now. It seems like she’s been pregnant forever. But where’s Rocco Sullivan? I thought he’d be out here.
As Tommy hands his duster and the X-Title to a ringside attendant, XYZ doesn’t waste any time, charging at Tommy from behind, delivering a dropkick that knocks Tommy halfway through the ropes.
SEVENTH MATCH | 1/60. Tommy Bedlam [c] vs. XYZ. X Rules Match for the FWA X Championship. Match writer: Tommy.
Not wanting to give the champion a chance to get to his feet, XYZ immediately goes over to one of the trash cans and pulls out a kendo stick! As Tommy’s feet kick helplessly while his waist is bent over the second rope, XYZ begins delivering a flurry of blows to his back with the stick. The sickening crack of the kendo stick fills the arena, further tearing the crowd.
Anzu Kurosawa: It’s important to remember that XYZ isn’t breaking any rules here. There are no rules!
As the kendo stick flies apart, leaving XYZ with nothing but a small wooden nub in his hand, Tommy finally manages to free himself from the ropes and falls onto his stomach near the edge of the ring.
XYZ climbs to the top turnbuckle and delivers a brutal double stomp to Tommy’s upper back and neck, he quickly goes for the pin.
One.. Two… Thre…NO!
Tommy kicks out.
XYZ walks over to one of the garbage cans that have been thrown into the ring and dumps it out, revealing a multitude of weapons. The crowd erupts, anxious for the amount of chaos that they’re sure to see in this match. Meanwhile, Tommy is slowly getting to his feet, pulling himself up by the ropes, welts already clearly visible on his battered back. As XYZ pours the second garbage can full of weaponry onto the mat, Tommy charges in and delivers a crushing big boot to the back of the challenger’s head!
The blow drives XYZ to the mat as Tommy kicks through the cacophony of weapons in the ring. He finds a kendo stick of his own and begins returning the favor, delivering shot after shot to XYZ’s chest and ribs! Tommy snaps the kendo stick over one of his knees, mounts his fallen opponent, and begins swinging both arms wildly, smacking the wooden sticks against any part of XYZ he can get his hands on!
Tommy slides under the bottom rope and flips the ring skirt up, presumably looking for more weapons to introduce into this already chaotic environment. After a few moments of searching around under the ring, he pops up with a lantern in his hand.
Jean Luc Watkins: Is Tommy going camping?!
Tommy walks toward XYZ who is just starting to stir again in the corner, pulling himself up to a knee. Tommy spins around in a circle, swinging the lantern around and picking up momentum. On the third spin, he slams the lantern over XYZ’s head!
Rod Sterling:Bedlam just crushed XYZ’s skull with that lantern! The challenger is busted open, and he may be out cold!
Tommy looks around at the crowd with a devilish grin on his face, inhales deeply and blows out the light burning inside the lantern. He quickly takes advantage of his fallen opponent, rolls him over and goes for the pin.
One… Two… Thre…
NO! XYZ manages to kick out. Tommy raises up to his knees, pushes his hair out of his face, a look of obvious desperation on his face. What is it going to take to keep the enigmatic one down?!
Tommy once again slips under the bottom rope looking for more weaponry. The crowd begins to chant:
WE WANT TABLES! WE WANT TABLES! WE WANT TABLES!
Tommy shrugs his shoulders, and slides a folding table from underneath the ring, giving the people what they want. As they cheer, he reaches back under the ring and pulls out another table! The crowd erupts into a frenzy, and Tommy, who is really starting to feel the energy of the FWA audience, grabs a third table from under the ring!
He sets up the first table, and quickly throws the second table up on top of it. Once he has the two tables stacked near the ring apron, he hops up onto the apron and moves toward XYZ. XYZ delivers a blow to Tommy’s midsection. Then another, and another, staggering The Cowboy a bit.
Anzu Kurosawa: XYZ will not stay down!
With Bedlam staggered, XYZ unloads a bevy of kicks to his thighs and his shins.The small size advantage that Tommy has over XYZ is becoming nullified with every kick. XYZ irish whips his limping opponent into the ropes, but Tommy ducks under a clothesline attempt on the run-by. As he bounces off the ropes closest to the stacked pair of tables, XYZ delivers a beautiful standing dropkick that knocks Tommy over the top rope and he’s landed on the tables that he stacked up!
The half of the crowd that has thrown their support behind XYZ and his quest for X-Division gold stands to their feet as the Alaskan madman gets a wild look in his eyes. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and stares at his fallen opponent.
XYZ jumps straight into the air, bounces off the top rope, and hits a springboard moonsault that drives Tommy Bedlam through both tables. The referee quickly jumps from the ring to check on both men who are lying there in a heap of rubble.
Jean Luc Watkins: Oh my God! Oh my God! XYZ may have just killed Tommy Bedlam.
Allen Price: He may have. But the moron may have killed himself in the process. These guys have lost their minds, doing all this to try to make these bloodthirsty dimwits in the crowd happy. Anzu Kurosawa: Easy to bash these two competitors and the FWA audience when you’re tucked away in your little box there, isn’t it Allen?
Both XYZ and Tommy Bedlam are still lying on the ground, surrounded by the remains of two broken tables as a second referee has come down to ringside to help check on the opponents. Somehow, XYZ begins to stir first, but he’s not moving much. Tommy finally begins to show some signs of life, inching his way toward the announce table to try to pull himself up.
XYZ is back to a vertical base first, and he walks over toward Tommy, grabs him by the air and rolls him into the ring. He hooks a leg and goes for the pin.
One… Two… Thre….
NO! Tommy kicks out. Where did he find the strength to kick out?!?!
Anzu Kurosawa: I’m honestly not sure what else these guys can throw at each other. We’ve seen kendo sticks, a lantern, tables, what else is left?!
Filled with both rage and frustration, XYZ begins furiously stomping on Tommy’s head and chest. When he finally stops, Tommy is bleeding heavily from his nose and mouth. Both men are busted open in this X-Title match.
XYZ, bloodied and battered climbs to the top rope. He looks to the crowd, and they know what’s coming. He’s going to go for the front-flip springboard leg drop. But before XYZ can make a move to the top rope, Tommy climbs up to the second turnbuckle and delivers a crushing right hand, then another, and another!
Tommy climbs up one level higher, standing on the top turnbuckle along with XYZ. This is unfamiliar territory for the champion.
Rod Sterling:Tommy Bedlam is not a high-flyer. I’m not even sure I’ve ever seen him on the top rope before.
Tommy delivers a gut shot to XYZ, driving the wind out of the challenger and doubling him over. Tommy grabs XYZ’s head, sticks it under his arm and hooks both of his opponent’s arms behind his back, still precariously perched on the top rope. He looks over his shoulder and sees an open garbage can sitting upright behind him.
Tommy hoists XYZ up by his arms, leaps backwards off the top rope and delivers a Bullseye DDT off the top rope, driving XYZ head first into the open trash can!
The can falls over onto its side with XYZ’s upper body still inside. Tommy climbs onto the trash can, further collapsing it, and hooks XYZ’s leg.
One… Two… Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Kurt Harrington:Here is your winner…AND STILL FWA X-Champion, Tommy Bedlam!
Rod Sterling:It looks like Tommy Bedlam is getting used to these X-Rules matches, folks. This is what, the third one he’s had in his career? The Cowboy holds onto the X-Title for another night!
{RESULT}Winner: Tommy Bedlam by Pinfall at 15:57.
After the match, Tommy gets back to his feet slowly. As he holds the X-Title high over his head, the referee and a member of the FWA medical team are checking on XYZ. As the challenger starts to stir, Tommy walks over toward him. Both of the FWA officials back away slowly, as no one knows exactly what’s happening. A heavy tension fills the arena.
Tommy holds out a hand toward XYZ, who has reached a seated position on the mat. The crowd cheers at the display of sportsmanship being offered, but XYZ certainly appears hesitant to take Tommy up on it. After a moment of thought, XYZ grabs Tommy’s hand as Bedlam helps him up from the mat.
In a moment of pure respect for the challenger, Tommy holds XYZ’s hand high in the air as the FWA universe shows their support for both men. As Tommy lets go of XYZ’s hand, the challenger grabs one end of the strap of the FWA X-Title.
Tommy latches on to the other end of it and the two men find themselves nose-to-nose once again. After a few seconds, XYZ relinquishes his hold on the X-Title as Tommy throws it over his shoulder, climbs out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp.
Kurt Harrington: “The next contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall with a 20-minute-time-limit!”
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After the intro and song kicks into gear, Blake Taylor saunters out on stage to a chorus of boos. Taylor relishes in the crowd’s disdain for him and feeds off of their negative energy. He postures a bit before walking down to the ring, making stops along the way to trade barbs with rowdy fans.
Kurt Harrington: “Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 215 lb, he is The Prodigal Son…Blake Taaaaaaylor!”
Allen Price: “This guy looks a lot like someone familiar but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
Rod Sterling: “I’m fairly certain that joke has been done, Price.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Blake Taylor is a former MMA and boxing prodigy, holding records for the fastest knockout in boxing history and fastest submission in MMA history.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “That’s impressive but he’s certainly not endearing himself toward this crowd.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “His solipsistic attitude has ruffled its fair share of feathers.”
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The stentorian theme fills the stadium and jeers continue for Jack The Clipper. The apathetic Jack looks around at the thousands of fans showering him with their disdain. He remains stoic as he makes his way down to the ring.
Kurt Harrington: “Introducing his opponents, first, from White Chapel, London and weighing in at 273 lb…Jack The Clipperrrrrrrr!”
Allen Price: “This guy gives me the creeps!”
Clipper walks around the ring and he gets close to Allen’s box, then he pulls out a pair of scissors and stares at Allen in a threatening manner while clipping the air with the scissors.
Allen Price: “Oh my god! Get this guy away from me!”
Rod Sterling: "Are you sure you don't need a haircut, Price? Maybe a little off the top?"
Allen Price: "No way!"
Clipper sneers at Price and then enters the ring where Taylor is already eager to get this going but referee Matthew Dean keeps him at bay.
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The more upbeat music begins to play and Madison Gray steps out on stage to a decent ovation from the fans. Despite the warm reception, Madison doesn’t seem to notice as she’s more focused on the match.
Kurt Harrington: “Their opponent, from Gunwharf Quays, Portsmouth and weighing in at 125 lb…she is The Young Lioness…Madison Graaaaaaaaaay!”
Rod Sterling: “The fans clearly have chosen their favorite for this one but I don’t think it matters to her by the looks of it.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “If you recall back on Fallout 032: Beach Brawl, Madison stood up to Jack The Clipper after his match, so I take it that the fans liked that Madison showed that kind of courage.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “If you also recall, Blake Taylor also made his presence felt during that and that erupted into a scuffle perpetrated by Jack, who slithered away while Taylor and Madison duked it out which has led to this match tonight. The winner of this match will face Kleio De Santos at Lights Out for the Television Championship.”
EIGHTH MATCH | 1/20. Blake Taylor vs. Jack the Clipper vs. Madison Gray. Triple Threat Match - winner qualifies for the TV Championship match at Lights Out. Match writer: Jimmy King.
DING! DING! DING!
<< 00:00 >>
The match starts with Taylor trash talking both of his opponents and right off the bat, Madison Gray isn’t having any of that and she lashes out at Taylor with a flurry of strikes that have Taylor backed into the corner. Gray puts her keen striking skills on display as she dishes out punishment for Taylor, not having forgotten her previous encounter with the man. Gray relinquishes her attack and turns around right into a big boot from Clipper! Taylor shakes off the effects of Gray’s attack and he makes a beeline for Clipper, but Clipper catches Taylor by the hand and he goes for The Fade as he brings Taylor in close, but Taylor has the wherewithal to nearly avoid disaster as he ducks and spins behind Clipper.
Taylor starts to chop Clipper down to size with various kicks to the back of his legs before he spins Clipper to front facing position and he hurls Clippers across the ring with a t-bone suplex!
Rod Sterling: “Impressive strength from Blake Taylor to take Clipper off his feet and send him flying across the ring with that t-bone suplex!”
Gray is back and she charges at Taylor, but Taylor catches her and counters with a judo throw! Taylor starts to taunt Gray and he urges her to get back up, to which Gray obliges and she manages to avoid a spinning roundhouse kick by Taylor. Gray then catches Taylor with a feint roundhouse followed by a leg sweep! Clipper comes roaring back but this time Gray is ready for him and she takes him down with a leg sweep! Gray assists Taylor to his feet only to hit him with a half nelson bridging suplex!
ONE…TW - - NO!
Broken up by Clipper!
Clipper takes Gray up to her feet, spins her around, and does a series of slaps to the back of the head! He then takes Gray by the hand and goes to whip her across the ropes, but he viciously pulls her back in for The Fade!
Allen Price: “That's more than a little off the top!"
Rod Sterling: “She’ll be feeling that in the morning!”
Clippers drops down for the pin but it’s quickly broken up by Blake Taylor, who stomps on Clipper before bringing him up and Taylor drives home a few forearm smashes to the face before unloading on Clipper with a combination of punches followed by a spinning back elbow! Taylor is in the driver’s seat now and he takes Clipper for a ride with a belly-to-belly suplex! Taylor isn’t through yet though as he urges Clipper up to a knee and Taylor plants his knee at full force squarely on Clipper’s jaw! Clipper drops down and Taylor makes the pin…
ONE…TWO…NO!
Clipper’s foot is on the rope but upon further inspection it’s The Scissor Sisters giving the assist to Jack after they put his foot on the rope!
<< 04:40 >>
Anzu Kurosawa: “Surely Taylor had Clipper dead to rights with that knee strike, but The Scissor Sisters have paid dividends for Jack once again!”
Taylor is irate and he’s berating the official while hurling verbal abuse at the sisters, and all the while, Madison Gray sneaks up behind Taylor and she catches him with a roll-up!
ONE…TWO…NO!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Blake Taylor’s irreverence toward the official nearly cost him the match there but he stays in it!”
Taylor kicks out and he springs back up, ducks a spinning heel kick from Gray, and he locks her in a rear waistlock and goes for a german suplex, but Gray manages to flip out of it and she catches an unsuspecting Taylor with a snap dragon suplex! Taylor is up and about though, but he’s not quick enough to counter Gray coming in hot and she takes him down with an armbar before locking in the Way of The Lioness!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Gray with the fujiwara armbar expertly applied and Taylor is in quite the quagmire!"
Gray wrenches back on the hold while Taylor is refusing to quit! Taylor is howling in pain but he’s showing no signs of giving up despite the referee’s constant need to check in. Gray torques back even more on the hold, almost like she’s trying to rip Taylor’s arm from its socket but it’s broken up by a stomp from Clipper! The crowd lets Clipper hear their indignation for him but he doesn’t seem to care.
<< 07:05 >>
Clipper continues to stomp a hole into Taylor before picking him up and he has Taylor in a bad spot in the corner. He clatters Taylor with a few open hand palm strikes to the chest. Clipper drags Taylor forward and he goes to hoist Taylor up for The Clipper Cutter, but Taylor has an answer for that after a few block attempts. Taylor falls forward, still facing Clipper, and he unleashes a flurry of strikes that has Clipper reeling and Taylor strikes with a roundhouse kick that knocks Clipper off his feet! Clipper rolls to the apron where The Scissor Sisters check on him. Taylor is feeding off of the negative energy from the crowd and he turns around right into The Disappointed Master from Gray! The spinning back elbow clobbers Taylor and he’s knocked right off his feet, which allows Gray to drop down for the pin…
ONE…TWO…THREE!!!
{RESULT}Winner: Madison Gray by pinfall at 8:20.
Kurt Harrington: “The winner of the match, Madison Gray!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “That was a fast paced, hard-hitting, back and forth match by all involved but Madison Gray managed to squeak out the win!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Madison Gray will now face Kleio De Santos at Lights Out for the FWA Television Championship!”
Madison Gray meets up with her personal fitness trainer, Sydney Northstar, who congratulates her on the big win. Meanwhile, Jack The Clipper is irate and he’s taking out his frustrations on Barbara and Dyeanne by verbaling berating them, while the referee checks on Blake Taylor.
Inside the stadium, the crowd are excited to see that the Steel Roulette structure is being lowered down into place, accompanied by ominous music. Once the structure has been secured on the floor, a spotlight shines on Kurt Harrington in the middle of the ring and he is prepared to make the announcement that the crowd have been waiting for all night.
Kurt Harrington: “The following contest is your main event for the evening and it is a Steel Roulette Match for the FWA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!”
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The crowd don’t seem to be best pleased as it dawns on them that the FWA World Champion entering first means that he will not be one of the two competitors that will be starting off the Steel Roulette Match in the ring and not in one of the four adjoining pods.
Kurt Harrington: “Introducing first, from Boogie Wonderland by way of New York City… weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds… he is ‘Disco’s Last Warrior’... ‘Dreamer’s Nightmare’... ‘The King of Dong Style’... he is the current, reigning and defending FWA World Champion… CHRIS PEEEEEAAAACCOOOOOOOOOCKKKK!!!”
Chris Peacock walks out from the back with a smirk on his face, his FWA World Championship around his waist and his half of the FWA World Tag Team Championships over one of his shoulders. There is a bonking sound heard through the headset as Price goes to stand up to applaud his client, but bumps his head on the ceiling of his pod.
Allen Price: “Damn it to hell. This… is your FWA World Champion, people. Now and forever more, this is the man who has picked up the pieces of this company and the shambles that was the main event scene for three years and he picked up those pieces and turned it into a dynasty. Who else would willingly step up and defend the title against five other people? All people want to do is try to put him down - STILL - when they should really just accept the cold, hard reality that this is our champion.”
Rod Sterling: “You may disagree with his methods, but one thing that cannot be argued with is the record books and they say that since Saint Sully, no one has held the FWA World Championship for longer than Chris Peacock.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “There is no denying that reigning as both the FWA World Champion and one half of the tag team champions has resulted in Peacock’s confidence skyrocketing. However, he has seemed completely reluctant to acknowledge the re-emergence of newly-minted FWA Hall of Famer, ‘Rockstar’ Randy Ramon…”
Before Peacock enters the Steel Roulette, he passes his championships over to one of the referees on the inside. Dropping the cocky smirk for a moment, Peacock takes a deep breath and enters the chamber, deciding to take up his position in the pod closest to him. He watches as the door is slid shut and locked, only to be opened when his time to enter the match arrives.
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There are some good cheers in the stadium, in contrast to Peacock’s entrance, as Jackson Fenix walks out from the back. Notably, Fenix is completely alone - no Nate Savage, Xperienx Xtacee or any of their other associates - and he wears the same attire as he did in his match earlier on tonight. There is a determined and uncharacteristically serious look on the face of Fenix, ready for the biggest match of his career.
Kurt Harrington: “Introducing his opponents… First, representing the Undisputed Xperienx… from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at two-hundred and ten pounds… ‘The Sin City Bad Boy’ JACKSON FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNIIXXXXX!!!”
Rod Sterling: “Listen to this support for Jackson Fenix! One would not be forgiven for thinking such an ovation for Jackson Fenix would be unthinkable just a mere few months ago; but this attitude shift in the former FWA World Tag Team Champion is something that the FWA fans have appreciated and this support could well propel him to the FWA World Championship.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Well, he has the benefit of not starting the match in the ring, but in one of the pods instead. It gives him a chance to scope out the opposition and also avoid injury, especially important due to him already competing tonight.”
Allen Price: “Yeah, in a match he LOST, Anzu. You really think a guy not capable of beating a few lumberjacks can win the world title? Give me a break!”
As Fenix enters the chamber, he meets Chris Peacock’s eye, and the FWA World Champion looks to engage in some mind games with Fenix, miming a chainsaw in his hands. Fenix ignores this and enters the ring through the ropes, making his way across to the pod next to Peacock. What this does though is put him right in front of Allen Price in his own pod, and Price continues to mock and taunt Fenix as he did earlier on.
Suddenly, the lights are turned off for a brief period as a demonic voice speaks out to all who are in attendance. While this intro plays, a bright red spotlight pops in the centre of a smoke filled stage.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “This is most unusual…”
Kurt Harrington: “Umm… introducing next… I assume… from the depths of Hell and weighing in at two-hundred and forty-three pounds… DEATH WALKERRRRRRRRRR!!!”
However this time, The Death Walker's entrance seems to be different. No one appears to be on the stage, not The Dark Guardian or The Terrors of Darkness. But this music continues to play and...
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...then the house lights are brought back on. Everyone is watching the stage in a perplexed manner…
Allen Price: “AAAAAH! There he is! H-h-how did he get in there?!”
Alerted by Price’s screams, everyone then notices that Death Walker is already inside one of the empty pods! Death Walker is dressed to compete, no sign of his cloak or paladins. Inside his pod, The Dark Traveler seems to be more focused on looking at the dirty fingernails on his right hand rather than the fans or his opponents right now. Then he drops his hand by his side and simply stares back unfazed, at all who look in his direction. On the outside of the Steel Roulette is The Dark Guardian and numerous other individuals…
Anzu Kurosawa: “I’ve no idea how Death Walker found himself sealed inside one of the pods already, but we know he has brought some company with him in the form of The Dark Guardian and these Terrors of Darkness.”
Rod Sterling: “These disciples cannot enter the Steel Roulette structure itself, but their presence could be enough to distract the other competitors in the match.”
Already, it seems the tactics are paying off as both Fenix and Peacock seem somewhat uneasy due to the presence of Death Walker’s acolytes. One tries reaching through to touch the FWA World Champion, and a stern word and a promise of a broken arm is enough for Peacock to retain his pod as sanctuary for himself.
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In a stark contrast in entrance, the lights flash inside the stadium as the intense entrance music of Katsu begins to play. After a few seconds once the beat drops, ‘The Kitsune Warrior’ walks out from the back alongside Cali Hayama and Ririko. Together, YDS pose on the stage and then Cali and Ririko wish Katsu luck for the match and she thanks them before making her way down towards the ring. The former Television Champion shakes out her wrists and nods her head as she approaches the steel structure.
Kurt Harrington: “Next, representing the YOKAI Death Squad… from Osaka, Japan… she is ‘The Kitsune Warrior’... KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTSSSSUUUUUUUUUUU!!!” Jean-Luc Watkins: “Katsu will take the final vacant pod inside the Steel Roulette match; her first. The same can of course be said for everyone else in the match apart from Chris Peacock… and her first opportunity to become the FWA World Champion.”
Rod Sterling: “Katsu has experience of facing some of the best that the FWA has to offer with her time spent in the F1 Climaxxx late last year and a fourth place finish in her first Carnal Contendership. Winning tonight may not be as big of a leap as I suspect you imagine it to be, Allen.”
Allen Price: “At least she won her match earlier tonight, unlike Jackson Fenix. I think Katsu would be better off focusing on those trios titles, no one cares for double champions anyway from what I understand, which is bullshit, by the way.”
Katsu makes sure to get a good look at each of her opponents also inside pods as she is escorted to her own, and she occupies the final empty one adjacent to both Peacock and Death Walker and opposite Jackson Fenix.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “With the four pods taken up, we now know just who will be starting this match off in the ring for the first five minutes…”
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The reaction is definitely mixed, but leaning on the side of cheers as Reagan Cole walks out from the back. Cole stands on the stage without his maroon jacket and wearing a black t-shirt with the words ‘The British Apprentice’ on the front. He lifts up the t-shirt and removes it, throwing it on the ground next to him. This reveals another black t-shirt with the words ‘Wrestling’s Survivor’ on the front, which gets a good cheer from the crowd, as Cole makes his way towards the ring.
Kurt Harrington: “Next, from Essex. England and weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds… he is ‘Wrestling’s Survivor’... REEEEAAAGAANNN COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLE!!!”
Rod Sterling: “There you see it - Wrestling’s Survivor, Reagan Cole. He is going to need to survive all five of his opponents if he wants to walk out of this match as the FWA World Champion. He’s done well enough to survive everything that Jeffry Mason has put him through - I’d back him to make it through this as well.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “I think in his own twisted way, Mason believes that everything he has put Cole through is to get him ready for this moment. Inside the Steel Roulette, Reagan is going to get hurt, he is going to get beaten up and he needs to have the skills to survive and thrive in a match like this. That is what Jeffry Mason is trying to achieve with Reagan Cole.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, it is sink or swim time for Reagan Cole now. Either that work from Mason is going to pay off, or it isn’t.”
Cole enters the Steel Roulette and feels the gaze of everyone else in the Kensington Oval on him. He, along with everyone else, now has to wait for the final entrant in the match.
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A huge reaction emanates around the Kensington Oval for the sixth and final competitor, with Alyster Black walking out onto the stage with a collection of trinkets weighing him down. Around his waist is his FWA World Tag Team Championship, whilst on his shoulder is the CWA equivalent, and he uses his golden Tentacle of Justice as an ornamental walking cane. He pauses on the stage, surveying the packed arena, his expression hidden behind his mask.
Kurt Harrington: "And your sixth and final participant, currently residing in San Dimas, California and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds… he is one half of the FWA World Tag Team Champions… ‘Black Jesus’ ALYSTERRRRRRR… BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaACK!!!"
The camera shows each of the wrestlers in their pods, staring up the ramp towards the arriving Black Jesus. The montage culminates in a long, lingering shot of Black's tag team partner - and the current FWA World Champion - Chris Peacock. The champion has an inscrutable look on his face as he considers this final challenger.
Rod Sterling: "I don't think we need to go into detail about the relationship between this man and the one he shares the FWA World Tag Team Championships with. There might be six people in this match, but the showdown between Alyster Black and Chris Peacock is one that many FWA fans are looking forward to in this Steel Roulette match."
Anzu Kurosawa: "That's if it even comes to pass, Rod…"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "That's true: with Chris Peacock safely stowed away in his pod and Alyster Black entering this match first, Black Jesus could be eliminated before the champion even enters the match. He'll first have to contend with Reagan Cole, who has been equally unlucky with the draw. It's main event time, wrestling fans!"
Alyster Black is finally done surveying the arena, his five opponents, and the huge, demonic structure that now envelopes the ring. After one more deep breath, Alyster begins at a slow pace down the ramp…
THWACK!!
Rod Sterling: "ALYSTER BLACK IS BLINDSIDED WITH A STEEL CHAIR!"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "And from behind! Black Jesus is laid out on the ramp! And it’s…"
The crowd is freely booing the tag champion’s assailant, who looms over their downed foe with a steel chair in their hand.
Allen Price: "… who is it?!"
Anzu Kurosawa: "… what is it?!"
The camera pans up from the downed Black, who is now beginning to stir and (slowly) engage in the process of returning to a vertical base, revealing his attacker…
Rod Sterling: "It’s… it’s weaselperson!"
The audience’s derision continues to rain down as Alyster gets to his knees, lifting his head to face the interloper. The assailant, in response, lifts the chair high above them, bringing it crashing down with a sickening thud over his cranium!
Jean-Luc Watkins: "But… correct me if I’m wrong, that’s not the same weaselperson that left Back in Business with a litany of injuries. They’re half a foot shorter and maybe a hundred pounds lighter, but their antipathy towards Alyster Black appears to have remained constant…"
We see weaselperson drop the chair onto the ramp next to them and notice a suggestion of femininity beneath the thick, shaggy, brown weasel suit. A quick cut away shows Chris Peacock in his pod, arguing with an official about his temporary release from captivity and then banging on the glass and kicking at the surrounding chains in frustration. It’s all useless, though: he is locked in, and all he can do is watch as the suited assailant watches the plucky Black fight to his feet again.
Rod Sterling: "It doesn’t look like weaselperson is through with this assault, they’re stalking Alyster Black here…"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "… and then they connect with a… that was a Busiaku Knee Kick!!!"
Allen Price: "Was it? What does that mean?"
Anzu Kurosawa: "Familiar!"
With Alyster Black now face down at the foot of the ramp, only a few feet away from his tag team partner in an adjacent pod, weaselperson saunters towards his downed form. After a quick glance at the fervent, caged champion, they wrap both of Alyster’s leg around their left one before reaching down for his wrists…
Rod Sterling: "weaselperson looking to add insult to injury with a curbstomp here, one of Alyster Black’s own moves…"
Allen Price: "An utter disgrace!! Someone should get out here and do something about this!!"
Jean-Luc Watkins: "You’re free to leave your pod at any time, Price…"
Anzu Kurosawa: "Not sure he’ll have to! Here comes Violet Dreyer, flanked on either side by the Diamond Dogs!"
The trio of reinforcements appear on the stage, quickly charging down the ramp towards the interloper, who is alerted to their presence by a loud pop in the arena. They quickly release Black’s wrists, abandoning the attempted curbstomp, and - as Violet, Santino, and Ricardo swarm the area - hops over a nearby barricade. They escape through the crowd, who spew vitriol in her direction as she backs away from Alyster’s saviours.
Rod Sterling: "The cavalry arrives to prevent any further damage being done to Alyster Black, but weaselperson certainly got their licks in before the save. And we’ve still got a main event, of which Alyster was due to take a starring role…"
Anzu Kurosawa: "Indeed, Black is about to begin this Steel Roulette, and his initial opponent Reagan Cole has been watching carefully as this encounter played out. That’s if Alyster is even still able to compete…"
After we see weaselperson leaving through one of the exits amongst the audience, we cut back to one of the medical team trying to ascertain the answer to the very question Anzu just asked. Black, now seated, pushes the doctor away and then climbs resiliently to his feet.
Allen Price: "I don’t think that was ever in doubt, Anzu…"
As Alyster, encouraged by Dreyer and the Dogs, slowly begins to walk on towards the chamber, the doctor reapproaches. The professional looks as though he’s pleading with Black to allow him to continue with the examination… AND GETS A FOREARM FOR HIS TROUBLES!
The doctor hits the ramp, the crowd roars, and Alyster climbs the steps towards the chamber, the doors held open by a pair of hesitant FWA officials.
A close-up of Alyster Black shows him taking a deep breath, and what appears to be blood trickling from an opening in his mask, before he climbs through the ropes and into the ring. Peacock continues to slam his fists on wall of his pod, trying to give whatever help he can to Black, but it seems that ‘Black Jesus’ is not willing to listen to his partner.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “The doors will close behind Alyster Black, but it could be a short period of time until they’re opened once again… because Reagan Cole is as fresh as a daisy and we’ll see if that ruthless streak instilled in him by Jeffry Mason can rear its head and he takes out one of the big hitters immediately. Larry Stevens is the man in the chamber along with the six competitors… and he calls for the bell!”
NINTH MATCH | MAIN EVENT | 5/-. Chris Peacock [c] vs. Alyster Black vs. Katsu vs. Reagan Cole vs. Death Walker vs. Jackson Fenix. Steel Roulette Match for the FWA World Championship. Match writer: Man.
The bell rings, and the differential in status between Reagan Cole and Alyster Black is evident. Black, unflinchingly defiant, stands with his hands up, ready to fight the experienced brawler from England. But Reagan Cole seems hesitant.
Allen Price: “Oh, Reagan! This isn’t the time for a crisis of conscience, buddy! In a match like this with everything on the line, now isn’t the time to want to do the right thing.”
Rod Sterling: “We know that Reagan Cole likes to identify himself as lawful good, but this could just be naivety here, guys. Alyster Black is right there for the taking… oh… here’s someone who may be able to speak some sense into Reagan Cole…”
As Alyster Black motions for Cole to bring the fight to him, Cole looks over Black’s shoulder and sees an incensed Jeffry Mason stomping towards the ring, to a loud negative reaction from the fans. Mason shoves over the same doctor that Black had decked and pushes his face against the chained wall of the Steel Roulette, and he orders Cole to go on the offensive and not waste this opportunity!
Still, there is some reluctance from Cole to go on the attack but after a final piece of angry advice from Mason, Cole steps forwards… but Alyster Black meets him with a Headbutt! The hesitance of Cole costs him and Black is not confident on his feet due to the blow to the head. Cole checks his forehead for blood and then snaps out of his friendly trance and cuts Black off with a knee to the midsection. With Black doubled over, Cole grabs him by the head with both hands and starts laying into the former X Champion with a series of Headbutts of his own.
The repeated blows to the head puts Black down on the mat and Chris Peacock is shown watching helplessly as Black has little in the way of defence. Jeffry Mason backs away from the chamber and starts to walk up the ramp, content that Cole is now in the correct headspace to approach the match in the manner that he wishes. Reagan Cole has Black on his front and then lines him up, and he drops a knee down across the back of Black’s head, and into the first cover of the match;
ONE… TWO… THR-NO!!!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Just there, you can see the effect of that attack from the weaselperson. Something as routine as that can almost eliminate Alyster Black from this match. It might not take much more on the part of Reagan Cole to finish Black off, here.”
‘Wrestling’s Survivor’ smartly stays on top of Black after the kick out and he mounts Black’s chest and cradles his head with one hand and starts driving his forearm repeatedly into Black’s head, targeting the area where the blood is coming from under Black’s mask. Cole then applies a Front Facelock and brings Black up to his feet, trying to move him towards the corner, but Black shoves Cole away! As Cole looks to follow up, Black manages to flail his arm and catch him in the cheek with a backhand.
This creates separation required and Black then grabs Cole and throws him over the top rope - and the Brit has a nasty landing on the steel floor in between the pods! Both Chris Peacock and Jackson Fenix look on with a keen eye as Black slowly steps through the ropes to follow up on Cole, who has a hand across his back after the hard landing. Black stomps down on Cole’s back and then attempts to hook both of his arms up behind him…
Anzu Kurosawa: “Alyster Black is going to go for the Curb Stomp on the steel floor out there, and look at how much Chris Peacock is enjoying this!”
Allen Price: “Yeah, come on, Alyster! Oh no, Cole is fighting out of it…”
Frantic wriggling of his body on the part of Reagan Cole is enough to allow his wrists to slip out of Black’s grasp, and he manages to kick Black back towards the ropes to escape. Cole pulls himself up to his feet and Black charges in towards him, but Cole ducks the forearm strike and hooks Black up from behind… BACK SUPLEX ONTO THE STEEL FLOOR!! Black holds his head in his hands and Cole was not immune to a bad landing either, as he arches his own back too.
It is Cole that gets back to his feet first and he briefly shares eye contact with Fenix, who looks on without reacting much to what is happening. However, when Cole turns around towards Peacock, the FWA World Champion is seething and swearing vengeance. Reagan ignores this and brings Black up from the floor and sends him back into the ring through the ropes, and Black rolls towards the centre.
Instead of entering the ring himself, Cole scales the turnbuckle in front of Fenix’s pod from the side and positions himself on the top rope, using the pod to support himself. Cole waits for Black to slowly get to his feet and he takes flight, looking for a Diving Clothesline, but Black catches him with a punch directly to the midsection, which sends Cole flipping over onto his back! Black stumbles forward and slumps onto the turnbuckle.
Rod Sterling: “There's still some life in Alyster Black, and Cole really needs to be doing more to take advantage of this situation, if you ask me.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “It isn’t long until the third entrant will be entering this match and if that person is Chris Peacock, Reagan Cole will not want to be stuck in there with the FWA World Tag Team Champions!”
Black turns around and starts lining Cole up as ‘The British Apprentice’ gets back to his feet and begins to face his opponent. Getting as much momentum as he can BLACK LOOKS FOR THE ONE SHOT KILL - BUT COLE DUCKS IT! As Black’s momentum causes him to continue onwards, COLE CATCHES UP WITH THE RHINO’S RAGE - BUT BLACK CATCHES HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS - DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!
After hitting the DVD, Black is unable to make a cover and both men are down on the mat as the lighting dims for a moment, and a spotlight begins to shine on all four of the pods…
Allen Price: “Here’s my favourite part! Who is it going to be?”
The lights flitter from one pod to another, before they land on the one occupied by Death Walker!
{ENTRANT #3}DEATH WALKER at 5:00
Rod Sterling: “This is an opportune moment for Death Walker to come in with both Alyster Black and Reagan Cole down on the mat in the ring. Wait, Death Walker hasn’t left his pod yet, what is going on?”
Sterling is right; Death Walker stands still in his pod despite the door sliding open to allow him entry to the match. Death holds out a hand and one of the Terrors of Darkness slips something through one of the gaps in the wall of the chamber… and Death Walker finds himself in possession of a lead pipe! The crowd gasp, some cheer, at the sight of ‘The Dark Traveler’ with the weapon in his hand, and it is at this moment that Death chooses to exit his pod.
Slowly, Death Walker steps through the ropes where Reagan Cole is the first to meet him and Reagan looks to avoid the pipe, striking Walker with several clubbing forearms to the chest which do not seem to be having much effect. Reagan reverts to kicking at Death Walker’s legs, but Death manages to catch Reagan’s foot with his spare hand… and he SLAMS THE PIPE DOWN ONTO COLE’S LEG!! Cole hobbles around on one foot for a moment and Death Walker lines him up… AND WALKER CRACKS COLE IN THE FACE WITH THE PIPE!!!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Some may want to cry foul, but there is absolutely nothing forbidding Death Walker from using weapons provided to him by his disciples on the outside of the chamber for use inside. Reagan Cole looks to be in a very bad way after that strike to the face with the pipe, though.” Allen Price: “Well, there’s no way that Alyster Black is going to allow himself to fall victim to something like that. He’s the longest reigning X Champion in history; if there was anyone who knows his way around a weapon, it is him.”
Alyster Black watches from his knees as Death Walker turns around after laying out Reagan Cole. A shot of Cole’s face shows that the blow with the pipe busted him open on his forehead and blood drips down onto the mat from the cut as Cole looks around trying to remember where he is. ‘Black Jesus’ is forced to roll out of the way to avoid Death Walker attempting to slam the pipe down onto his head. The pipe strikes the mat and Death Walker turns around to a barrage of forearm smashes from Black, directly to the face.
The strikes initially have not much effect, but Black’s determination allows the sixth and seventh blows to stagger Walker back a couple of paces. Black manages to wrestle the pipe from Death Walker and he swings it, aiming for the midsection of ‘The Dark Traveler’, but Death catches it with both hands. This leaves him open for Black to strike him with a Headbutt directly across the bridge of the nose and Walker falls back into the corner against the turnbuckle.
Chris Peacock is shown cheering on Black from inside his pod as ‘Black Jesus’ takes a moment to look around at the fans in the arena before inviting Death Walker to a VIOLENCE PARTY! Black strikes Walker with chops, punches, elbows and kicks in the corner in an attempt to wear down the Hell-dweller. They seem to do the trick as Death Walker stumbles down to a knee in the corner and some stomps from Black knocks him down into a seated position.
Anzu Kurosawa: “Alyster Black has Death Walker in a good spot, he could be thinking about a Face Wash here?”
Black takes a moment to catch his breath and then measures Death Walker against the turnbuckle before he runs the ropes and looks to come back with a Face Wash - BUT DEATH WALKER SPRINGS TO LIFE AND RUNS THROUGH BLACK WITH THE WRIGHT WAY!! It is a knee strike similar to the one that Black took before the match had even started, and Death Walker slides him towards the middle of the ring and goes for a cover; forcing both shoulders down with his hands…
ONE… TWO… THRE-NO!!!
Allen Price: “This Death Walker is a monster! It is no wonder that he beat Cyrus Truth, although I know that’s not as much of an accomplishment as it sounds like. You know, because-”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Why don’t you go back to worrying about how you are going to beat Cyrus Truth? In the meantime, the rest of us can get on with our jobs. Death Walker got close with that one and well, I think he could be looking for some assistance from one of his Terrors of Darkness once again.”
Stepping through the ropes, Death Walker gestures to one of the Terrors of Darkness on the outside and it seems that they all have something that they wish to provide their leader with. Death has the option between a light tube and a hammer, but he selects the third option. The crowd gasp in horror and anticipation as Death Walker is passed a baseball bat from his disciple on the outside, but this is no ordinary baseball bat…
Anzu Kurosawa: “THAT’S A BASEBALL BAT COVERED IN BROKEN GLASS!!!”
Rod Sterling: “We’ve seen baseball bats used in these matches before, but never one like this. Reagan Cole is still out cold it would seem and Alyster Black came back into the match hurt after weaselperson’s attack… the Steel Roulette is nothing more than Death Walker’s sadistic and twisted playground right now!”
The entire bat is covered in jagged shards of glass with the exception of the handle end which Death Walker holds, and he stands over Alyster Black with the bat in hand. From inside his pod, Chris Peacock is slamming on the glass and swearing as many obscenities as he can in an attempt to discourage Death Walker. In a show of defiance to the FWA World Champion, Death directs Black’s face in his best friend’s direction and kneels down over him with the bat in his hand.
Using his free hand, Death Walker lifts up Black’s head, almost as if he is applying a Camel Clutch and Black looks right into Peacock’s eyes as DEATH WALKER DRIVES THE BAT INTO BLACK’S FACE!! Black’s mask acts as an insignificant layer of protection and the tag champion screams out in pain and calls for his partner’s help. Peacock attempts to slam through the door, unable to watch his partner get mutilated in such a horrific fashion.
Allen Price: “This is barbaric! This must be awful for Alyster, bringing back memories of what that crazy bastard Devin Golden did to him two years ago.”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Alyster Black needs Chris Peacock more than he ever has before… and he could be getting him, because it is time for the fourth entrant in this match to make themselves known…”
As Death Walker continues to drive the glass into Black’s forehead, the lights dim and the spotlight decides which competitor is going to enter next…
{ENTRANT #4}KATSU at 10:00
Rod Sterling: “Much to Chris Peacock’s frustration, he is not going to have a chance to save his tag team partner, but Katsu is coming into the match now and we’re about to see what she makes of Death Walker’s maiming of Alyster Black…”
Katsu wastes no time exiting her pod and making her way into the ring where she surveys the bloody scene with Alyster Black refusing to submit to the torture that he finds himself in courtesy of Death Walker. Death Walker himself appears completely oblivious to Katsu’s entry into the match and he continues gouging through Black’s mask into his forehead with the glass. Despite Black being in an awful way thanks to Death Walker’s handiwork, Katsu sees her opportunity with Death Walker’s back turned and SHE CRASHES INTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD WITH THE BURNING ARROW!!
Death Walker falls down onto his front and the pressure is finally relieved on Alyster Black, and Katsu makes sure to kick the bat away under the ropes where it lands in front of Chris Peacock’s pod. She then turns Death Walker over with some struggle and leans back, pinning him;
ONE… TWO-NO!!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “That was an opportunistic strike from Katsu on Death Walker, but not enough to put ‘The Dark Traveler’ away. Katsu is going to try for a pin on Alyster Black now as well!”
Jumping from Walker to Black, Katsu hooks both of Black’s legs…
ONE… TWO… THREE-NO!!!
Alyster Black kicks out and he immediately bolts up into a seated position and the fans watching are horrified to see the state of his face; his mask has been almost shredded above his eyes but all that is visible underneath is blood. Katsu hops back up to her feet and delivers a straight kick across Black’s chest that knocks him down onto his back, but he sits back up, defiant. Therefore Katsu is left with no other choice but to deliver a Roundhouse to Black’s head, which knocks him down.
As Katsu tries to wipe Black’s blood from her arm and shoulder from the pin attempt, she is grabbed from behind by Death Walker, who attempts to lock in a Sleeper and take Katsu over for the BEDTIME STORY - BUT KATSU LANDS ON HER FEET! Death Walker turns around and Katsu charges forward, connecting with a Bicycle Knee strike straight to the face, which knocks Death Walker back towards the ropes.
There is no let up from Katsu, as when Walker comes back towards her, she scores with a Superkick straight to the jaw of the larger man, which causes him to spill through the ropes to the outside.
Anzu Kurosawa: “Katsu is being relentless here, and she knows that it is necessary against the Death Walker. These are familiar opponents due to their previous battles over the Television Championship.”
Death Walker does not stay down for long after being knocked to the outside, but Katsu is ready for him and she waits in the ring. Once Death Walker turns around, Katsu slingshots herself over the ropes and looks for a DDT… but Death Walker catches her up on his shoulder! Katsu is unable to transition into anything else and is therefore at Death Walker’s mercy… AND HE THROWS HER STRAIGHT INTO HER NOW EMPTY POD!!
Katsu bounces off of the pod and then lands on the floor in a heap. Death Walker stands alone once more and extends his arms in defiance… BUT REAGAN COLE SMACKS HIM IN THE BACK WITH THE STEEL PIPE!!! Death Walker falls forward and drops to a knee, and a bloodied and pissed off Reagan Cole stands over him with the pipe.
Allen Price: “When did Reagan Cole turn into a badass, guys?”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “It does not seem like Reagan was happy about being struck with that pipe, and he’s ready to get some sort of revenge here on Death Walker!”
Cole doesn’t strike Walker with the pipe, instead he leans down and puts the pipe across Death’s throat and begins to start choking him out with the pipe! Death Walker reaches back and tries to grab Cole, but he cannot and Cole seems set on choking the life out of the man who bloodied him with the pipe a few minutes ago. The determined look in Cole’s eyes shows that he is not content on being Death’s whipping boy and as Walker starts to sputter, Cole drops him and then throws the pipe across the chamber.
Death Walker falls to the floor next to the wall of the chamber, and once again one of the Terrors of Darkness is there to pass something to Death Walker, but Death keeps it hidden under his body. Reagan starts measuring Death, motioning for him to get up. Death Walker pulls himself up and walks towards the ropes, trying to create a bit of separation between himself and Cole, but it does not stop COLE STRIKING DEATH WALKER WITH THE COLE BREAKER!!!
Rod Sterling: “Reagan Cole got him! We could be seeing the first elimination here, if Reagan Cole can just get across to make the cover!”
The bloodied and weary Cole reaches out for Walker, but cannot get to him as Walker has shuffled under the bottom rope and into the ring. Cole shakes out some cobwebs as he follows him in and then with Death Walker on the mat, Cole grabs his foot and seems to be wanting to lock in THE FIRE OF COLE! Cole tries to grapevine his leg… BUT DEATH WALKER PUNCHES HIM IN THE FACE!
The sheer power behind the punch causes Cole to let go of Walker’s leg and he falls back onto the mat, holding his nose. When Cole moves his hand, it is clear that his nose is absolutely gushing with blood. A shot then shows that Death Walker has a steel chain wrapped around his wrist!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “That punch looked like it was loaded - and it is because it was! We’ve seen Death Walker employ a steel chain before and he’s put it to good use again here tonight.”
Death Walker is clearly impeded by Cole’s offence and he is slower up to his feet than he has been in the match thus far as Cole does the same, his nose dripping a constant stream of blood. Cole motions for Walker to bring it, and he avoids the incoming punch and lands a couple of his own… BUT THEN DEATH WALKER SCORES WITH A HUGE CROSS JAB TO COLE’S NOSE!!!
Anzu Kurosawa: “I think he’s broken his nose!”
Reagan Cole drops to a knee and has his fist up still, although his face has taken an absolute pounding from Death Walker. Walker removes the chain from his hand and the crowd gasps as he wraps it around Reagan Cole’s neck. Death Walker puts his foot in between Cole’s shoulder blades and then pulls back on the chain, choking the life out of Reagan Cole!
Larry Stevens is down to ask Cole whether he is going to submit, but Cole indicates that he isn’t, but his face is starting to go blue. His nose injury makes it even harder for him to breathe and as the colour ebbs from his face, Cole looks back as far as he can towards Walker and throws up a middle finger… before he passes out. Larry Stevens declares that Cole can no longer continue!
{ELIMINATION #1}Eliminated: Reagan Cole by Death Walker at 14:45.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Despite a valiant effort and definitely evidence that he is ‘Wrestling’s Survivor’, Reagan Cole is the first to be eliminated from this match and it begs the question as to whether anyone can stop Death Walker?”
The door to the Steel Roulette is opened to allow Reagan Cole to exit, although medical personnel have to retrieve him from the ring. Death Walker stands alone in the ring, as the lights dim again and one of the final two competitors in the match is about to be unleashed into it.
{ENTRANT #5}JACKSON FENIX at 15:00
A loud cheer goes up as the door to Fenix’s pod slides open. A shot of the FWA World Champion shows Chris Peacock laughing that he has been able to secure the final spot in the match for the second year in a row. Fenix enters the ring with some trepidation as Death Walker is standing in the middle of the ring waiting for him. Death wraps the chain around his knuckles once more in anticipation, hoping to cause similar damage to Fenix as he did Cole. The two face off in the middle of the ring, with the crowd firmly in support of Fenix. Fenix points out to them with both hands and then does a crotch chop directly at Death Walker!
This causes Death Walker to swing at Fenix with a punch with the chain, but Fenix ducks it and KATSU CATCHES WALKER WITH A SUPERKICK! Katsu, back after being sent into the pod by Death Walker, watches as Walker drops to a knee after the kick. Fenix wags his finger at Katsu almost to say “this is how you do it”... AND FENIX DRILLS WALKER WITH A SUPERKICK, DROPPING HIM DOWN TO THE MAT!
Rod Sterling: “Superkick Me Baby One More Time! If there is anyone in this match that knows how to throw down a Superkick, it is ‘The Sin City Bad Boy’!”
Allen Price: “It seems like they’ve finally gotten Death Walker down, so let’s see what these two can do. Idiots are going to wear themselves out just before the final entrant gets into the match. Fortune favours the bold and Chris Peacock has been smiled upon two years in a row - this is a good omen.”
With Death Walker dealt with, Katsu removes the chain from his hand and throws it up on top of one of the empty pods to prevent Walker - or anyone else for that matter - from getting the chain to use to everyone else’s detriment. Fenix allows her to do this, but then he is in place to lock up with Katsu. Fenix gets the better of it, and he tries running Katsu back into the corner, but she manages to slide through his legs.
Katsu jumps into the air, looking for a Dropkick, but Fenix palms her feet away and she lands on her front. Fenix then drops down and tries to drop an elbow down across Katsu’s back, but she rolls out of the way and springs back to her feet. She cartwheels over Fenix and then springs back, looking for an Arm Drag, but Fenix blocks it and holds onto Katsu. Looking to elevate her up into the air to slam her back down, Fenix is caught off guard when Katsu floats over and lands on her feet. The two of them stop with their fists up, and the crowd cheers.
There is a moment where Fenix and Katsu take a moment to acknowledge the crowd’s appreciation, but this is when Jackson Fenix strikes and cuts Katsu off with a boot to the midsection!
Anzu Kurosawa: “Hey, I guess some things may just come naturally to Jackson Fenix, but with the FWA World Championship on the line, who can really blame him?”
Fenix scoops Katsu up and drops her onto the mat with a Scoop Slam. As Katsu gets back to her feet, Fenix measures her and he attempts to hook her up and drop her with a Front Suplex, but Katsu brings her knee up/down and lands it on Fenix’s head. This allows her to get down and she lands on her feet behind him. She shoves Fenix forward and he turns around into an Enziguiri from Katsu, which takes him down to a knee. With some separation between herself and Fenix, Katsu runs towards the ropes and looks to come back with a Springboard Crossbody… BUT FENIX CATCHES HER WITH A SUPERKICK IN MID AIR!!!
Despite Katsu being airborne and at an awkward angle, Fenix found his mark and he quickly drops down on top of her to make a cover;
ONE… TWO… NO!!!
Before Fenix can do anything though, he feels a hand on the back of his head, which grabs his hair very tightly. As Fenix is brought up to his feet, he sees an irate Death Walker with his hand on his hair and before Fenix can do anything, DEATH WALKER BRINGS HIM UP AND DRIVES HIM DOWN ON TOP OF KATSU WITH THE HELL’S FURY!! Both Fenix and Katsu are down and stacked up to boot after that move, and Walker stands in the middle of the ring, alone.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “They got him down, but now he’s back up and it does not look like anyone is going to be able to put Death Walker away at this rate. Although he seems somewhat distracted, like he is looking for something.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “He wants that chain again; it has already brought him a lot of luck in this match so far and helped him eliminate Reagan Cole and there’s no reason why he can’t do the same thing again!”
With help from The Dark Guardian on the outside, Death learns that his chain is on top of one of the empty pods; the one opposite the last occupied one. With a nod, he begins to climb up onto the turnbuckle to enable himself to reach the top of the pod… BUT ALYSTER BLACK CLUBS HIM FROM BEHIND!! The crowd cheers as the bloodied Black is back in the mix, and he lays into Death Walker with several strikes to the back and the back of the head.
With Death Walker on the middle turnbuckle, Black decides that he is going to scale it too and this is when he notices the chain which Death Walker was looking to retrieve. Black decides to make it his mission to get it as well. He strikes Death Walker several times and even stands on his shoulders to get the chain from the top of the pod. Black grips it in his hand and tries wrapping it around his knuckles as Walker had done himself, but Death Walker strikes Black in the midsection several times. Death Walker, facing the ring, tries to get Black up onto his shoulder…
Allen Price: “He’s not going to try and hit him with the Blackout from up there, is he?!”
It seems like that is exactly what Walker is fixing to do, and as he struggles to get Black in position, the lights dim for the final time! The spotlight flickers around but lands on the last pod, belonging to the FWA World Champion!
{ENTRANT #5}CHRIS PEACOCK at 20:00
The crowd boo at Peacock entering the match, but he does not care as his goal immediately upon entry is to stop Death Walker from finishing Alyster Black off. As Peacock exits his pod, he stands on the same glass-covered baseball bat which Death Walker used on Alyster Black and he takes it in his hand as he gets into the ring… AND PEACOCK SWINGS THE BAT STRAIGHT INTO THE MIDSECTION OF DEATH WALKER!!! The blow causes Death to hunch down and hold his stomach as some blood emerges from the wound inflicted by Peacock. Peacock drops the mat and catches Aly Black, and the FWA World Tag Team Champions have a quick hug and Peacock then pulls Death Walker down from the turnbuckle and he lands in the middle of the ring. Peacock lines him up from the corner and CHARGES IN, HITTING DEATH WALKER WITH THE STRUT!!! Peacock with the cover;
ONE… TWO… NO!!!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Peacock got in there at just the right time as far as Alyster Black is concerned, and now the fresh man can take it to Death Walker on his own, but Death Walker kicked out of The Strut; it took three of those for Peacock to put Jeremy Best away last year.”
The FWA World Champion has finishing off Death Walker as his top priority in the match and he once again takes up a position in the corner and he waits for Death Walker to rise. When he does, Peacock sprints across the ring, looking for the ROLLER DISCO - BUT DEATH WALKER BLOCKS IT! The large man plants his feet which prevents Peacock from charging him into the turnbuckle as the first part of the Roller Disco sequence, and Peacock continues to push, but Death Walker sledges the champion across the back.
However, before Walker can do anything, HE IS STRUCK BY STEREO SUPERKICKS FROM KATSU AND JACKSON FENIX! Peacock then bursts back into life and charges Walker into the corner… ROLLER DISCO CONNECTS!!!
Peacock does not go for a cover, though, as he hears a shout from Alyster Black who takes Death Walker’s chain and wraps it around his arm which he has outstretched as he stands against the ropes. Death Walker, despite everything he has taken in this match, seeks to rise one more time… AND BLACK FLATTENS HIM WITH A ONE SHOT KILL, USING THE STEEL CHAIN! Black jumps on top of Death Walker - so does Peacock AND Katsu AND Fenix! Larry Stevens counts the fall for the bundle;
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
{ELIMINATION #2}Eliminated: Death Walker by Alyster Black, Chris Peacock, Jackson Fenix & Katsu at 21:58.
A cheer goes up for the #teamwork by the now four remaining participants in the match and they all get off of Death Walker and back away as ‘The Dark Traveler’ is encouraged to leave the Steel Roulette. Walker seems willing to try and stay in, but under advice from The Dark Guardian on the outside, he leaves and starts walking up the ramp, with The Dark Guardian and the Terrors of Darkness following him.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Four left in the match, all to various degrees of fatigue. We have Chris Peacock who is still as fresh as a daisy, but at the other end of the scale, Alyster Black is still in quite a bad way.”
Rod Sterling: “But what Alyster Black does have in there is a friend. I don’t think we’ll see Peacock going after Black at this juncture and as a result, Katsu and Fenix should probably think about buddying up, perhaps.”
The same thought seems to be running through both Katsu and Fenix’s heads. They see Peacock helping Black up to his feet, but it is clear that ‘Black Jesus’ is not even close to one hundred percent and when Fenix and Katsu attack FTN, Black falls easily upon Fenix barging him down but Peacock starts trying to throw hands with Katsu, but Fenix gets him from behind with a Chop Block! The crowd start to cheer as Fenix and Katsu work together to stomp and strike Peacock down until he is on the mat, and they don’t stop even then!
Peacock does his best to protect himself, but the mugging soon catches up with him and even though he tries to fight through, a stiff kick to the back from Katsu cuts him off. Fenix shoves Peacock down onto his back and then drops a leg across his throat, and Katsu follows up with a Standing Moonsault! Katsu then covers the champion;
ONE… T-NO!!
Quickly rising to his knees, Peacock grabs Katsu by the head and then drills her with a forearm strike to the face to create a bit of separation. Fenix then approaches Peacock and looks for a punch, but Peacock blocks it and rocks Fenix with one of his own. The FWA World Champion strikes with another snap jab to the face and he does a twirl, looking for a third, but Fenix ducks it. Peacock turns around and Fenix hooks him up and drops him with a Snap Dragon Suplex! Peacock ends up on his knees and Fenix RUNS THROUGH HIM WITH A BICYCLE KNEE - THE DOUBLE SHOT!
With Peacock dazed following the quick one-two, Fenix drags him up and looks to hit him with CALIFORNIA DREAMIN’ - Peacock spins out of it! The FWA World Champion looks to follow up with a Clothesline, but Fenix ducks and Katsu is on hand to Dropkick Peacock straight in the face! The impact knocks Peacock back and he slumps down against the middle rope. Fenix looks to follow up, but Katsu motions for him to stand back and she charges forward… SAKURA KICK!! Fenix then motions for Katsu to stand away…
Allen Price: “What the hell is this?! They can’t just work together like that! Cowards!”
Anzu Kurosawa: “Peacock may be the freshest person in the match, but Katsu and Fenix are doing everything in their power to wear him down, and it looks like Fenix could be ready to finish him off!”
The fans cheer loudly as Peacock then staggers away from the ropes into Fenix’s path… THIS TIME FENIX DOES HIT PEACOCK WITH CALIFORNIA DREAMIN’!!! The fans cheer as Fenix then gets on top of Peacock, closing his eyes and leaning back;
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ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE-NO!!!
BROKEN UP BY ALYSTER BLACK!!!
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Let me guess, Price. You don’t have any objections to Alyster Black stopping Jackson Fenix from ensuring that there would be a new FWA World Champion, though?”
The fans aren’t best pleased as Black bundles into Fenix to get him off of Peacock and prevent his tag team partner from being eliminated from the match. Fenix is not happy about it at all, and he rises to his feet along with Black and shoves him in the chest, arguing that it is every person for themselves and Black should have just let him eliminate Peacock. Black is not interested in hearing it and he chops Fenix across the chest, which sends ‘The Sin City Bad Boy’ back a few paces.
Katsu arrives on the scene, but Black flails his hand towards her and catches her in the mouth with it. The FWA World Tag Team Champion then switches between chopping Fenix and then Katsu in an attempt to wear them both down at the same time, but both Fenix and Katsu deliver a kick to Black’s midsection at the same time, which doubles him over. Both of them wring one of Black’s arms, but there is a miscommunication and Black pulls his arms together, sending them into each other.
Grabbing Fenix, Black delivers a Snapmare to him but before he can follow up, he blocks a strike from Katsu and does the same, leaving her in a seated position next to Fenix. Black takes a moment to adjust his tattered mask and then jumps into the air, Dropkicking both Fenix and Katsu in the back of the head at the same time!
Rod Sterling: “Despite everything that he has been put through since the beginning of this match, Alyster Black is still in there and still fighting. Here he is with a cover on Fenix;”
Black shoves Fenix down onto his back;
ONE… TWO-NO!!
He then moves over to Katsu and covers her;
ONE… TWO-NO!!
‘Black Jesus’ clears some blood from his eyes under his mask and then stands up, noting that Peacock is still down on the outside of the ring after taking Fenix’s finishing move, but is stirring in his attempt to recover from California Dreamin’. With it being just up to him for the time being, he lifts Fenix from the mat… Saito Suplex! It takes Black a couple of seconds to get to his feet, by which time Katsu is back up once again and she cuts him off with a chop across his chest, but Black absorbs it and returns fire - dropping Katsu down to the mat!
Black sees Jackson Fenix rising to his feet near the ropes and he charges in, as Peacock enters the ring behind Fenix… BLACK GOES FOR THE ONE SHOT KILL - FENIX DUCKS - AND BLACK NAILS CHRIS PEACOCK WITH IT!!! The crowd cheer for the miscommunication between the tag team champions and Peacock is completely out of it after the strike and Black stands with his head in his hands.
Allen Price: “ALYSTER WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Come on, Chris! Get up! Get up!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, Alyster Black can’t believe what he has just done, but he’s got to get his head back into the match because Jackson Fenix is right there, ready and waiting!”
As Black shows his regret at hitting his partner with the errant One Shot Kill, he fails to notice that behind him, Jackson Fenix is crouched down and ready to strike, waiting on Black to turn around. Black does… STRAIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK ME BABY ONE MORE TIME!!! Black drops to the mat like a stone on his back, and both FTN members are down now. Fenix reaches down to follow up on Alyster Black… BUT KATSU SNEAKS UP ON HIM FROM BEHIND AND ROLLS FENIX UP!!!
ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
{ELIMINATION #3}Eliminated: Jackson Fenix by Katsu at 28:02.
Anzu Kurosawa: “WOAH! Katsu got him! It seemed like an alliance of sorts had come together between Katsu and Fenix, but she saw her opportunity and took it!”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “And just like that, we are down to three! Katsu, Alyster Black and Chris Peacock are all that remain-”
Allen Price: “Katsu must think that she’s SOOOOOO smart right now, huh? Is she stupid? She does realise that she has now just left herself in there ON HER OWN with the FWA World Tag Team Champions and super best friends, right?”
The crowd are shocked and show their frustration at the fan favourite Jackson Fenix being eliminated and he looks at Katsu in disappointment, moving his hair from his face and shaking his head. As Fenix leaves the cage, Katsu seems to show some remorse, but as Fenix himself berated Peacock about, it is every person for themselves in this match and there was nothing against the rules about what Katsu did.
However, as Allen Price did point out, Katsu is now all alone in the Steel Roulette with the FWA World Tag Team Champions and One Shot Kill aside, two people who have shown that they are willing to work together in order to ensure that one of them leaves as the FWA World Champion. With Peacock still down from the One Shot Kill, Katsu knows that she needs to finish Alyster Black off if she stands a chance of winning the match. She lifts Black up from the mat off of Fenix’s Superkick and props him up - and then delivers one of her own, but Black does not go down.
With the tag champ seemingly out on his feet, Katsu measures him up again and this time lands the Superkick directly to his jaw, knocking him down onto his back. Katsu, nearing twenty minutes in the match herself, heads towards the turnbuckle. She slowly pulls herself up.
Rod Sterling: “Katsu needs to do everything she can to put Black away; she must fancy herself against Peacock on his own, but she is up against it. If Peacock makes it back up from that One Shot Kill before she can eliminate Black, it could be over for her.”
Katsu rises to her feet on the top rope and turns around, taking a deep breath. She sees that Chris Peacock is almost back to his feet, and the FWA World Champion watches on as KATSU TAKES FLIGHT… AND LANDS ON TOP OF ALYSTER BLACK WITH NIGHTFALL!!! She holds her stomach and watches as Peacock gets to his feet and slowly steps between the ropes. Katsu has her eyes firmly locked on Peacock as she leans back and goes for the cover on Black, hooking a leg…
Anzu Kurosawa: “I-Is Peacock going to let her pin him?”
There does not appear to be any sort of interference by Peacock and Larry Stevens gets down to count the pin…
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ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE-
NO!!!
PEACOCK HAS A CHANGE OF HEART AT THE LAST MINUTE AND RUNS THROUGH KATSU WITH THE STRUT!!! The crowd boos, excited to see Peacock potentially turn his back on his tag team partner, as they have been anticipating for some time. Katsu is seemingly out of it, as she took the blow straight to the face and Peacock lifts Black up from the mat and slaps him a couple of times to rouse him. He points down at Katsu and motions for Black to pick her up.
Despite his absolutely beaten state, Black lifts Katsu from the mat and then puts her head in between his legs and lifts her up into a Powerbomb position. Katsu is unable to fight back as BLACK DRIVES HER DOWN TOWARDS THE MAT AND PEACOCK CATCHES HER WITH A LUNGBLOWER ON THE WAY DOWN!!! The tandem move from FTN has Katsu down and out on the mat.
Allen Price: “They call that move the Load Blower!! It is over for Katsu now, people!”
After that move, Black drops down and covers Katsu and Peacock watches on;
ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
{ELIMINATION #4}Eliminated: Katsu by Alyster Black at 31:22.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “Well, it is down to two, and of course it was always going to be these two; Chris Peacock and Alyster Black. The FWA World Tag Team Champions and supposedly best friends… if there was ever a test of that friendship it is now- PEACOCK ROLLS BLACK UP!!!”
As Black rose to his feet following Katsu’s elimination, Peacock got in behind with a Schoolboy!
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ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE-NO!!!
Black kicked out at the last second and immediately after, both members of FTN rise to their feet and push their foreheads together. Black is not happy about Peacock trying to get a quick and cheap victory there and Peacock seems annoyed that Black would question the fact that he would not try and retain his championship by any means necessary.
Anzu Kurosawa: “I think it is all starting to boil over, guys…”
Rod Sterling: “That move from Peacock was very reminiscent of the Golden Opportunity match from two years ago; Peacock rolled up then-friend Randy Ramon after they had worked together to eliminate Alyster Black’s then-partner Krash!”
The crowd are on tenterhooks waiting for the inevitable explosion of FTN; what they have been waiting for ever since Black and Peacock shacked up together several months ago. The tension brewing between the partners since Back in Business seems to be coming to the surface, and the crowd becomes unglued when the two of them begin to unload on each other with wild punches!
Both Black and Peacock have the other’s head cradled and they lay into each other with repeated blows to the head and face. Both begin to fade at the same time after roughly twenty seconds of unleashing shots on each other. Black’s strikes are too strong and Black is too weakened to be able to sustain a prolonged assault. They drop down to their knees in the middle of the ring and Black rears back and cracks Peacock in the face with a punch. Peacock does not punch Black back… BUT PIMP SLAPS HIM INSTEAD!
That gets an “OOH!” from the watching crowd, and Peacock rises to his feet to assert some form of dominance, but Black gets up too, riled up by the disrespectful move from his best friend. Peacock goes to Pimp Slap Black one more time, but misses and over rotates, and this allows Black to trap his arm and hit him with a Ripcord Rolling Elbow! Jean-Luc Watkins: “That could be a message sent to the Dark Roads Alliance - because that looked a lot like a Rasputin’s Revenge to me, wrestling fans.”
With Peacock down on the mat, the fans find themselves getting behind ‘Black Jesus’; the objectively more likeable member of FTN and also the man who has been in the match since the beginning and been put through hell by almost everyone else in it. Black lifts Peacock from the mat and he places Peacock’s head under his arm. Black pauses for a moment and lifts Peacock up into the air… SATAN’S SPIKE - BUT PEACOCK LANDS ON HIS FEET BEHIND BLACK! Black turns around and Peacock kicks him in the gut… Disco Thriller Stunner!
The Stunner finds its mark, but leaves Black on his feet but very much stunned… and Peacock then runs the ropes and comes back towards Black, and cuts him in half with a Spear! The crowd begins to boo as Peacock gets up and starts beating his chest, starting to sense that this could be the beginning of the end.
Allen Price: “These guys are both my clients - this is a win-win for me - but this is the man who I have been with since the start. This is the FWA World Champion!”
The crowd continues to jeer and hiss at Peacock as he takes up a position in the corner, waiting for Black to get to his feet. Despite the love he has for the man across the ring from him, Peacock knows that he has to do what he has to do in order to win this match and keep his reign intact. As Black gets up to his feet, Peacock charges in… HE RUNS BLACK INTO THE OPPOSITE CORNER AND THEN SLAMS HIM DOWN INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING WITH A SPINEBUSTER - THE ROLLER DISCO CONNECTS!!!
Peacock thinks about going for a cover, but decides that he is not going to. He shakes his head and makes it clear that he knows that it takes more than that to keep Alyster Black down.
Anzu Kurosawa: “He’s going to go for another.”
Rod Sterling: “Chris Peacock wants to make sure. He knows the kind of man he is dealing with and he knows that Black is not going to lay down for just anything. Another Roller Disco - a second - will surely do it.”
It takes Black quite a while to stir and pull himself up from the mat. Peacock wants to hit the Roller Disco, but it is clear that the champion is getting impatient. Therefore, he instead waits for Black to sit up… AND PEACOCK TRIES TO HIT BLACK WITH THE STRUT INSTEAD - BUT BLACK BLOCKS IT AND CATCHES HIS FOOT!!!
The crowd cheers and Peacock looks down in shock, and Alyster gets back up with Peacock’s boot in his grasp and then forces his partner back into the corner AND BLACK DISHES OUT A VIOLENCE PARTY!!! Even though it is his best friend in front of him, Black does not hold back with any of the strikes. He peppers Peacock all over his body, and Peacock seems to be wanting to just find a way to get away from Black.
Jean-Luc Watkins: “These will be Alyster Black’s final energy reserves… he is hitting Peacock with everything that he has left and I’m not sure how much more if it Peacock can take.”
Chris tries to push Alyster away, but he can’t. Nothing Peacock does to resist the Violence Party is doing anything to stop the onslaught… so his only resort is to back up onto the turnbuckle. Chris steps on the bottom turnbuckle, then the middle and then the top… and Alyster follows him. Eventually, both FTN members are perched on top of the top rope using the adjoining pod to maintain their balance. Black grabs Peacock by the head and slams his partner’s face into the pod!
Unable to respond with a return of fire, Peacock’s daze causes him to make a potentially catastrophic decision. He pulls himself up onto the top of the pod, and Alyster is left looking up at him. Peacock takes a moment to gather himself in his seemingly safe position… that is until Black also climbs up to the top of the pod. Peacock rolls onto his front and then gets to his knees as Black stands over him, and he uses Black to pull himself up. Both men are on uneven footing atop the pod, and a punch from Peacock to Black causes Alyster to teeter back, almost falling from the top of the pod, but he stops himself.
Rod Sterling: “This looks like a final stand if I have ever seen one…”
Black holds onto Peacock’s head to keep his balance, but Chris cuts him off with a knee to the midsection and he tries to throw Black from the top of the pod, but Black does everything in his power to stop him. Repeated elbows to the ribs of Peacock cause Chris to let go. Black kicks Peacock in the chest and Peacock slams back-first into the chamber wall, causing the champion to wince.
There is then a moment where Black and Peacock stare at each other. Peacock has his back against the wall and Alyster is in the danger zone with his back facing the mammoth drop down into the ring below. Alyster slowly shakes his head, knowing what Peacock is thinking of doing.
Allen Price: “Alyster… please believe that this is going to hurt Chris as much as it is going to hurt you.”
Peacock seems to be welling up and he looks straight at Alyster and quietly utters, “I’m sorry. I have to.”... and PEACOCK RUSHES FORWARD AND TACKLES BLACK…
AND BOTH MEN FALL FROM THE TOP OF THE POD INTO THE RING BELOW…
AND THEY BOTH GO THROUGH THE CANVAS!!!!
Anzu Kurosawa: “OH MY GOD!!!!”
Rod Sterling: “I can’t hear myself think! These fans have gone insane with noise! Peacock just sacrificed himself and his best friend! Get a camera in there now!”
As the crowd go ballistic in the stadium, Larry Stevens in the ring circles the hole into which FTN disappeared. The camera finally catches up and Alyster Black is knocked out cold, on his back in the hole. Chris Peacock is next to him, breathing heavily and completely in shock over what he just did… but Peacock slowly… drapes an arm across his partner’s chest. Larry Stevens has to make the count for the pin;
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ONE!
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TWO!!
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THREE!!!
{ELIMINATION #5}Eliminated: Alyster Black by Chris Peacock at 38:19.
{RESULT}Winner: Chris Peacock at 38:19.
As unhappy as the fans must be about the result of the match and the fact that Chris Peacock has retained the FWA World Championship, they are still completely shellshocked by what they just witnessed. Peacock’s music plays, but a shot of the champion’s face shows that he is not actually sure where he is or what is happening. He shakes involuntarily, his hands trembling and he looks over to his left and sees Black still unconscious. Immediately, he wraps his arm around Black’s head, cradling him.
Kurt Harrington: “Here is your winner and STILL the FWA World Champion… CHRIS PEACOCK!!!”
Allen Price: “Are they alright? I can’t watch this…”
Jean-Luc Watkins: “The son of a bitch has done it again. Chris Peacock is still your FWA World Champion, but he had to break his own heart in order to do it tonight. Alyster Black fought through all manner of punishment both before and during the match; his efforts simply must be commended, but on the night, it was Chris Peacock that was willing to do what he had to.”
Anzu Kurosawa: “We don’t know whether Alyster Black would have done the same thing to Chris Peacock. I’d like to think that he probably would have. For FTN’s sake, Chris Peacock must hope that Alyster understands why he did it. Why he had to.”
The FWA World Championship is passed to Peacock, who turns onto his back and demands that the tag titles are brought to him. Doctors rush the ring in an attempt to see to both competitors, but Peacock tells them to leave them alone. As the tag titles are handed to him, he places one on Black’s chest and sees that Black has woken up and Black, whilst disappointed, pats Peacock on the head in congratulations. Peacock asks for a microphone, and Kurt Harrington passes him his.
Chris Peacock: “Aly… we’re doing that again. Lights Out.”
A big cheer goes up and Peacock and Black both close their eyes, breathing heavily. If the Eighteenth Anniversary Show didn’t kill FTN…
Lights Out just might.
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