#FSociety Presents... Revelation 04-23-17 Results

((“Legacy” by Eminem blares over the PA system as a video package for #FSociety begins to play. Ally Morrow is shown attacking Adrien Cochrane and spitting mist into his face. Tyson Gregory is shown recapturing his #FSociety Championship. The clip switches to Sarah Lacklan attacking Locke & Keyes. Highlights of Gavin Grimes are shown throughout his time in NGW and #FSociety before highlights of Felicity Banks are shown from time in HKW. The clip switches to Chris Night revealing himself as one of the clown attackers before showing him attack Kenzie Rydell backstage. A clip of Chuck Matthews and Melissa Reeves is shown and it’s of them preparing to team up and fight for the tag titles. Hutch and Ana Hayden’s long and storied history is shown, their clips being shown of their two previous matches and when they had to team. The clip then switches to a banner that says “Revelation”. The music stops and it switches to ringside where Lizzie Jones and Moses Dupree sit.))

LJ: Welcome to Revelation. We are here in the MGM Grand with a sold out arena!
MD: This atmosphere is amazing! I’m so excited to see what tonight brings.
LJ: You and me both partner. Let’s switch to ringside where we have our first match.
MD: Chuck Matthews and Melissa Reeves taking on Locke and Keyes for the #FSociety Tag Team Championships!

Match One: Tag Team Championships
Melissa Reeves and Chuck Matthews versus Locke & Keyes

((Melissa Reeves puts her hand on Chuck’s chest, preventing him from stepping out of the corner. Chuck shrugs, and moves to the apron. On the opposite side of the ring, Daisy and Sarah meet eyes for just a moment before Sarah Keyes steps into the ring. The bell rings.))

MD: And it’s going to be Melissa and Sarah getting this one started.

((The two circle each other tentatively before Sarah goes for the first shot, a speedy shoot for Melissa’s legs. Reeves sidesteps it, kicking her away. She immediately goes on the attack, driving hard elbows into Sarah before sending her to the ropes. Sarah leaps to the top rope and springboards backwards with a flying forearm. This time, Melissa catches her, using Keyes’ momentum to flip her over into a hard powerslam. Reeves hooks the leg.))

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((Sarah kicks out. Melissa goes right back on the attack, grabbing Sarah by the hair and pulling her to her feet. Keyes pulls herself free, diving towards the corner and tagging in Daisy Locke.))

MD: Strong start by the challenger and a quick tag by Sarah Keyes. Now here comes the other half of the tag team champions.
LJ: We saw Melissa’s old partner lay a brutal beating on Locke’s ankle three weeks ago; think that’s going to be a factor?
MD: So far she seems to be doing okay.

((Locke hops over the rope, and sure enough, appears mostly unscathed as she circles the ring. Melissa and Daisy lock up. Daisy looks to try and wrestle Reeves to the corner, but Melissa manages to hold her own. Daisy hooks Melissa by the neck, looking for a stiff suplex. Melissa tangles her leg between Locke’s, blocking the lift, and counters with a snap suplex of her own. She immediately rolls over for a cover.))

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((Daisy kicks out. Melissa gets to her feet. Chuck shouts directions at her from the sidelines. Melissa eyes him, frowning, but nods, and returns her attention to Locke. Daisy has gotten back to her feet and thrown a stiff clothesline. At the last moment, Melissa ducks it, and Daisy stumbles to the corner. Chuck drives his elbow to her temple, rocking her. Locke takes a few steps back, shaking the pain out of her head. Melissa charges up behind her, taking her down with a hard Russian legsweep. Rather than go for another pin, she slaps Chuck’s hand.))

MD: Here we go!
LJ: Calm yourself.

((Chuck casually steps between the ropes, looking down at Daisy Locke. He sends a sharp stomp to her ankle, eliciting a sharp cry from the tag champion. He drops, seizing her leg and twisting it in an ankle lock. Daisy cries out, reaching desperately for the ropes. She manages to get a hand on it, and the referee calls for the release.))

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((Chuck releases it, getting back to his feet. In his corner, Melissa shouts at him, pointing at the ropes. Chuck glances over his shoulder, frowning himself now. On the mat, Locke rolls across the ring barely touches Keyes hand, letting her back in the fray. Keyes leaps to the top rope and dives off as Chuck turns around, taking the Smartest Man in Wrestling down with a crossbody.))

LJ: I think that’s the first move the champions have actually hit this entire match.
MD: So far it’s been all Melissa and Chuck, this could be the turning- no, nevermind.

((Chuck rolls with the crossbody, tossing Keyes off effortlessly and getting to his feet. Sarah charges him, and Chuck responds in kind with a huge hiptoss that sends her crashing to the mat. Sarah rolls to her corner, slapping Locke back into action.))

LJ: Quick tags by the tag team champions. These two have dominated the tag team division since they won the belts back in December. They have a strategy and they’re sticking to it.
MD: Strategy my ass! These aren’t strategic tags, they’re signs of desperation. They can’t figure out this team of Reeves and Matthews, and they’re sending each other after them hoping something works.

((Locke darts around the ring, looking for an opening. Chuck smirks, and stands in the center of the ring, arms folded across his chest. Locke shoots in behind him, looking to attack the knee. Chuck lifts his leg at the last moment, bringing it down hard on her shoulder. Chuck begins stomping Daisy Locke into the mat. He pulls her up by the hair and whips her to the corner. He eyes Melissa, and offers his hand. Melissa tags it and immediately charges Locke, grabbing the ropes to assist her in a huge corner dropkick. She steps back as Daisy crumples in the corner. She turns around as Sarah Keyes steps forward to deliver a superkick straight to Melissa’s jaw. Chuck steps in before it can land, catching Sarah’s leg and throwing it aside. Sarah spins and continues her momentum, looking to deliver a spinning heel kick. Chuck ducks it, and Melissa leans over Chuck’s crouched position, clocking Keyes in the jaw with a stiff punch, leveling her.))

MD: Look at this!
LJ: Sarah Keyes trying to get momentum back in her team’s favor, but Chuck Matthews was having none of it.
MD: And that’s been the story of this match: The tag champions are so used to knowing their opponents backwards and forwards. Both of these women are exceptionally bright, and it’s helped them not only WIN the tag titles, but defend them twice, against five separate teams!
LJ: One of those teams, of course, being Melissa Reeves and Sarah Selena Lacklan. Melissa Reeves has proven over the last month that she can beat either one of these women one-on-one. At the same time though? She just barely came up short.

MD: She doesn’t seem to be struggling now. This match has been the Reaver show since the opening bell.

((The referee argues with Chuck, ordering him back to his corner. Chuck frowns, but complies, standing on the apron, leaning on the ropes as Melissa turns her focus back to Daisy Locke. Locke is slowly getting back to her feet. Melissa charges her, clotheslining her hard in the corner. She drags Daisy out and drops her with a hard DDT before rolling her over for a pin.))

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((Sarah dives on Melissa, breaking up the pinfall.))

MD: Again, the tag champions showing their awareness and experience. They’re still in this one.
LJ: But for how long? They’ve been holding up, but I don’t think I’ve seen a single offensive maneuver out of either of them. They need to get this match under control, and fast.

((Melissa slaps the mat angrily. Chuck shouts at her from the corner, warning her. Melissa takes a deep breath, and tags him in. Chuck steps between the ropes. Daisy charges him, but Chuck leans backwards between the ropes, holding his hands up. Daisy slams on the brakes, the referee warning her not to attack while he’s got the rope break. A smug smirk graces the Chicago native’s face as he steps into the ring. Locke grabs him by the arm immediately, throwing him at the ropes. Sarah moves into position, pulling the rope down. Chuck hits it hard, backflipping out of the ring, but landing on his feet. Keyes seizes her opportunity, measuring Chuck up for a crossbody. She leaps, but Chuck, once again, is prepared. He plants his hands on her chest and midsection, and pushes hard, sending her soaring up and adjusting her trajectory just enough to send her careening into the announcer’s table. She lands hard, the edge of the table driving into her midsection as she falls to the ground. In the ring, Locke charges, looking for a baseball slide to the outside of the ring. This time it’s Melissa that saves her partner: Daisy runs straight into Melissa’s vicious heel kick, leveling her. Melissa yells at Chuck to get in the ring. Chuck slides back in, hooking Locke’s leg.))

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((Keyes grabs Locke’s arm, draping it over the rope, and the referee calls for the break. Chuck gets back to his feet, glaring at Sarah.))

MD: Once again, a save by the tag team champions. They’ve been trying to swing the match back in their favor since the opening bell.
LJ: We talked earlier about the intelligence of Locke & Keyes, and they’ve been playing to their strengths. But Chuck Matthews is a master at controlling the pace of the matchup, and we’ve seen that throughout this match.
MD: Every time the tag champions try a new trick, Chuck has an answer. He’s been one step ahead of them the entire match, and you have to wonder if the tag champions were prepared for someone who could beat them at their own game?

((Chuck retreats to the corner, measuring Daisy Locke. Slowly, she stirs, getting to her feet. Chuck taps his feet impatiently against the mat, chomping at the bit, waiting for her to turn. Daisy slowly turns towards Chuck and he charges, looking for the spear. Daisy dives out of the way and Chuck is forced to put on the brakes before he collides with the cornerpost. Melissa slaps his shoulder, tagging herself in as Daisy dives for her own corner, tagging in Sarah. Keyes leaps over the top rope, clear over Melissa’s head. Melissa turns around and is greeted by a flurry of fists from the tag champion. She races to the corner, driving a hard elbow into Chuck’s jaw that rocks the Smartest Man in Wrestling and sends him crashing to the concrete floor. Sarah turns back to Melissa, slowly getting her bearings. Sarah drives a harsh kick to Reaver’s stomach and lifts her in a gutwrench powerbomb.))

LJ: Doctor Bomb! Out of nowhere!
MD: Oh no, come on! They’re going to steal this one AGAIN!

((Keyes hooks Melissa’s leg.))

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((Melissa powers her shoulder off the mat.))

MD: Are you kidding me?? That’s the strongest move in Sarah Keyes’ arsenal, and Melissa kicked out like it was nothing!
LJ: Melissa Reeves has been dying to get her hands on these titles, and she won’t go down without a fight! This match is theirs for the taking.

((Melissa furiously punches the mat. She roars, charging Keyes and driving her towards the ropes. Sarah stumbles and falls into them, getting tied up between the second and third rope. Melissa races to the opposite end, rebounds off the ropes and greets Sarah Keyes with a hard dropkick. Sarah gets her arms free, cradling her chest where Melissa’s feet had planted. Melissa looks to her corner at Chuck and smirks. Chuck bows respectfully to her, and motions for her to go ahead and finish it. Melissa grabs Sarah by the hair, pulling her to the center of the ring.))

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((Somehow, Sarah Keyes kicks out. Melissa grits her teeth, slamming her hands on the mat again and glaring furiously at the referee. Sarah slowly crawls to the corner. Melissa rounds on her, storming after her. She grabs Sarah’s leg. Keyes hops on one foot for a moment, then sends a stiff kick with her other foot, sending Reeves stumbling back a couple steps. Sarah slaps Daisy’s hand. Daisy charges at Melissa, who ducks her clothesline. Daisy rebounds off the ropes…))

LJ: FACIAL DECONSTRUCTOR! Melissa got it!
MD: New champions!

((Melissa breathes heavily, having just fought off both champions simultaneously. She drops, going for the cover.))

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((Sarah Keyes leaps over the top rope, charging to break up the pin.))

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((Chuck charges out of his corner, catching her with a vicious Hollywood Impact and preventing the break.))

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DING! DING! DING!!!

Sasha Taylor: Here are your winners, and the NEW FSociety Tag Team Champions… MELISSA REEVES AND CHUCK MATTHEWS!!!

LJ: FLAWLESS VICTORY!
MD: We have new champions! These two came in with a gameplan and executed it to absolute perfection, and they are leaving FSociety with the gold around their waists.
LJ: With the performance these two put on tonight? I don’t think there’d be a tag team that could have stopped them. Dominating performance by Reeves, brilliant thinking by Matthews… now these two are the tag team champions.

((The cameras cut backstage where the i10 Connection surrounds Kenzie Rydell. Bully McCarron and Orleans stand on opposite sides of the woman who vows to defeat Chris Night later on in the night. As the two approach, The Paragon takes a southpaw Muay Thai fighting stance with a worried expression strewn across her features.))

Kenzie Rydell: Did Chris Night send you? Were you sent to soften me up?

((The two refuse to respond. Cornered in the hallway with nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, Kenzie has no other choice but to fight the henchmen of The Inferno Network.))

((Punching Bully straight across the face, she is caught off guard when Orleans shoves her towards the ground with a mighty grunt. Kenzie takes the hint and rolls away from the impending stomp and uses her excess energy to make her way back up to her feet. As Bully looks to tackle her back to the ground, she catches him in a headlock position and falls backward, hitting him with a spike DDT onto the tiled floor! Popping back up to her feet, she lands a few heavy Muay Thai strike on Orleans only for him to catch the hint himself and grab a fist. Using the other hand to hit the brute, Orleans catches that too. With no other options, Kenzie attempts to fall backward and dropkick the man instead.))

((Instead of knocking down the lackey, Orleans released Kenzie's arms and caught her legs in his powerful grip, using Kenzie's momentum to slingshot Kenzie up and over his head and into the wall! The Army Brat's cranium clunks hard against the flat surface. Before she can hit the ground, Bully catches her in a massive German suplex that sensa her crashing to the floor!))

Bully McCarron: We were hoping to injure you permanently.

Orleans: I hope you like the unemployment line.

((Kenzie's eyes grow wide with aggression, and as the passion overtakes her, she almost looks like a different person.))

((As she slowly climbs back to her feet, she's pushed down again thanks to the brunt of Orleans' boot. Frustration continues to build within her, and as she situates herself on the ground just right, she lands a powerful kick to Bully's jaw!))

((As Orleans reaches down to pick her up, Kenzie flips him over her body with a quick monkey flip that sends him crashing into the tiled floor as well. Bouncing back to her feet, she lands a running dropkick on Bully's knee and follows it up with a fury of powerful Muay Thai strikes with every limb in her arsenal at breakneck speeds.))

((With Bully dazed in front of her and Orleans climbing to his feet, she takes a step back. With a deep breath and a focused mind, Kenzie jumps against the wall and takes a couple of quick steps forward - seemingly breaking the laws of physics as she runs nearly sideways on the vertical wall. With a quick jump and a swing of her hips, Kenzie Rydell lands a perfect jackknife kick with precision to Bully's jaw! As she spins, she kicks a rising Orleans with the same foot, sending him crashing to the tiled floor once more.))

((Before she could examine her handiwork, Kenzie makes her way towards her locker room and prepares for her the against Chris Night with a confident grin on her face.))

((Cassie Ocampo stands backstage, microphone at the ready, looking very pleased with herself.))

Cassie Ocampo: I’m standing here with the guy they call the Smartest Man in Professional Wrestling, Chuck Matthews.

((Chuck stands, still sweating a bit from his match. He holds the tag belt over his shoulder, but his face is as expressionless as ever.))

Cassie Ocampo: Chuck, we haven’t heard much from you since you came into FSociety, but in three shows you went from debuting in a triple threat match to now walking out on our last show with tag team gold around your waist. What’s going through your head right now?

((Chuck pauses for a moment, looking at the belt.))

Chuck Matthews: You know, I think a lot of people expect me to go on some long tirade about how meaningless this belt is, about how I don’t really care that I won it, that it’s just some worthless hunk of metal on a leather strap. And… yeah, normally, I would. But I’ll tell you something. Going out there, going against two bright young ladies like Locke and Keyes, going up against a team that’s dominated their division for so long, and to come out on top? It was a new challenge. It gave me a chance to do what I do best: Turn a match into a game of chess. Turn this sport from a physical contest to a mental one. Move the pieces around the board… see how they were going to play it, and make our moves accordingly. And you know something? I think it worked out pretty well.

Cassie Ocampo: I’d certainly say so. Locke and Keyes didn’t have an answer to you OR Melissa the entire match. What was it like working with her?

((Chuck opens his mouth, but hesitates for a moment. A pensive look crosses his face.))

Chuck Matthews: It was… different. It was fun. And for a guy like me, someone who’s done just about everything there is to do in this business, it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to go out there and just have a bit of fun. She and I made a hell of a team, I don’t think there’s any doubt about that. Shit, we got the gold to prove it now.

((He pauses for a moment.))

Chuck Matthews: The last few years, I’ve developed a bit of a reputation, I think. The Smartest Man in Wrestling, sure… but also the man who goes it alone. A guy that doesn’t always play well with others… The man with the heart of cold. But tonight… tonight, I partnered up with somebody I didn’t know. I partnered up with someone I’d never worked with before, and we worked together brilliantly. We accomplished a common goal. And I emerged holding… this. Not just a belt. The TAG TEAM belt. Something that tells the world, Chuck Matthews is STILL the grandmaster of this little game of chess. He can STILL win the matches. He can STILL call the checkmate. He is STILL one of the most brilliant men in this business. Regardless of stipulation. Regardless of opponent. Regardless of partner. Chuck Matthews doesn’t need to….fly solo...

((He stops for a moment. He stares off in the distance, but his eyes don’t appear to be focused on anything in particular.))

Cassie Ocampo: Chuck?

Chuck Matthews: He doesn’t need to be alone…

((His eyes dart back to Cassie. He looks as though he’s come to some sudden realization.))

Chuck Matthews: I have to go… there’s somebody I need to see.

Cassie Ocampo: Wait… now? Who? Why right this minute?

((A genuine smile crosses Chuck’s face.))

Chuck Matthews: Because… because “In life, unlike in chess-”

((Cassie cocks her head to the side, finishing the quote in a hushed voice.))

Cassie Ocampo: “...the game continues after checkmate.”

((Chuck is already heading quickly down the hall. Cassie frowns, then looks to the camera, shaking her head with a somewhat confused expression.))

Cassie Ocampo: That’s… I guess that’s all I’ve got for you, I guess. Chuck Matthews, the new tag team champion.]

Match Two: Singles Match
Chris Night versus Kenzie Rydell

LJ: Next up we have the debuting Kenzie Rydell taking on the boss…Chris Night.
MD: The boss is going to take Kenzie out! It’s over!
LJ: I wouldn’t count Kenzie out!
MD: I’ve been watching Chris Night for over a decade, he’s got this in the bag!

Sasha Taylor: Coming to the ring first… weighing in at 136 pounds and hailing from San Jose, California… KENZIEEEEE RYDELLLL!!!

((The lights dim. A few rogue spotlights cast over the enthusiastic crowd as "I Am" by Hands Like Houses howls over the sound system. As Kenzie Rydell stood at the top of the stage with a wistful grin on her face, the crowd erupted in cheers as she held onto the moment. Fixing her bomber jacket, she pointed towards the cheap seats with a confident stance and let the admiration rain down on her as she made her way down the ramp.

Making her way to the ring, Kenzie flashed her hazel hues towards several people in attendance. Once she reached the bottom of the isle, a brief weary expression crossed her features. One after the other, she made her way up the steel steps and shot the crowd another proud grin once she made it to the top. Walking across the ring apron, her palm clutching the top rope until she made it to the middle, she turned to face the stage. Spreading her arms like a phoenix, the crowd's emotions audibly intensified. Once the Muay Thai specialist stepped over the second rope, she handed her jacket to someone in the corner and prepared for the match to begin.))

LJ: Kenzie looks incredibly focused.
MD: It looks like to me that she just needs to fart.

Sasha Taylor: Her opponent…. Weighing in at 200 pounds and hailing from San Bernardino, California… Chris Nightttt!

((The lights darken and red pyro suddenly comes out of the entrance way and the lighting turns red, as “I’m So Sorry” by Imagine Dragons hits, and out walks Chris Night. He raises his hands up in the air and the fans boo him. Chris Night then runs down the entrance way and slides into the ring. He then jumps up onto the very top of the turnbuckle and raises his hands. Chris back flips off the top, and lands on the apron on his feet as red pyro explodes out of all four turnbuckles.))

LJ: Chris looks hyped!
MD: He might be in a business role but folks forget, he’s only 29 years old!
LJ: 29 years old, yes, but with a decade of of wrestling, which causes a lot of baggage.
MD: And also a lot of experience.

DING! DING! DING!!!

((The match begins and the small Rydell charges at Chris. Chris goes for a clothesline but Kenzie ducks right under it and bounces off of the ropes. She comes off of the ropes and goes for a crossbody splash but Chris counters with a dropkick. Kenzie gets up and Chris nails her with a second dropkick. Kenzie then gets up to her knees and kick superkicks her right in the jaw.))

LJ: What a kick!
MD: He just took Kenzie’s head off!

((Chris rolls Kenzie onto her back and goes for the cover.))

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LJ: Kickout!
MD: He’s trying to make early work of Kenzie.
LJ: Can’t blame him, that kick was brutal.

((Chris doesn’t waste any time and he picks Kenzie up off the canvas. He lifts her up onto his shoulders and it looks like he’s going for a running power slam but Kenzie slides off of him and dropkicks Chris in the back, sending him crashing headfirst into the turnbuckle.))

LJ: What a counter!
MD: It was lucky!
LJ: Chris looks dazed out there!

((Chris turns around from the corner and looks dazed as he stumbles forward towards Kenzie. Kenzie quickly takes advantage and nails Chris with a savate kick square on his jaw. He falls to the canvas and Kenzie goes for the cover.))

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MD: The boss kicks out!
LJ: Great showing here at the beginning by both of these competitors.

((Kenzie gets back up to her feet and wastes no time before climbing up the top turnbuckle. As she gets to the top, Chris gets back up to his feet and charges the corner before climbing up the turnbuckle. The two exchange blows with each over before Chris connects an elbow shot to Kenzie’s jaw. She’s dazed and Chris leaps up before nailing Kenzie with a hurricanrana off of the top turnbuckle.

MD: What a move!
LJ: Kenzie could seriously be hurt! That was some high impact!
MD: Chris is going for the cover!

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2…

LJ: Thr… NO! Kenzie kicks out!
MD: Night almost had the win!

((Night slowly gets up and brings Kenzie up with him. He whips her towards the corner and chases after her. Kenzie’s hits back first into the corner and Chris goes to spear her but Kenzie grips the ropes and lifts herself up over him. Kenzie flips over Chris’s back and rolls him up into a cover.))

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MD: Chris powers out!
LJ: Close one! What a counter by Rydell! She’s using the ring to her advantage.
MD: It’s cheating I tell you!
LJ: How?
MD: I don’t know!!

((Chris gets up and Kenzie drops him with a running dropkick. Chris gets back to his feet quickly and he charges Kenzie, going for a clothesline but she ducks under it. Chris turns around and Kenzie hits him with a thunderous Pele kick.))

LJ: Kenzie has Chris’s number right now. She’s way too quick!
MD: Chris is playing into her game right now. He needs to play defense and let her come to him. He’s the bigger one.
LJ: I totally agree but he’s showing that he might’ve slowed over the years.

((Chris stumbles his feet and Kenzie hits a step up Enziguri which causes Chris to keel over. Before he drops to the ground, Kenzie grabs his head and nails a flowing DDT. Kenzie goes for the cover.))

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MD: Chris kicks out again!
LJ: He did but he’s in trouble. Kenzie just hit a flurry of moves and it’s going to be hard for the boss man to recover.
MD: I hope you’re wrong, I really don’t want to see Kenzie win… She annoys me so much.

((Kenzie stalks over Chris who begins to stir and she taunts him to basically get up.))

LJ: I think Kenzie is looking to end this one.
MD: She’s going for her big finish.

((Chris stumbles to his feet and Kenzie charges at him, going for her patented jackknife kick but Chris is able to duck under it. Kenzie turns around and Chris is leaping up and nailing her with a cutter in a desperation move.))

LJ: LIGHTS OUT BY CHRIS!
MD: FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!
LJ: That’s one of his patented moves. This could be over.
MD: He needs to cover her!

((Chris drags his body over to Kenzie and puts one arm over here and the referee begins the count.))

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LJ: Thr… NOOOOOO! She kicked out!
MD: Damn it! I can’t believe she kicked out!
LJ: She isn’t going to give up that easy.

((Chris shakes his head in frustration as he gets up to his knees and the fans are going nuts. He picks Kenzie up off of the canvas and whips her to the ropes. As she gets back to him, he grabs her but Kenzie pops herself up and hits Chris with a hurricanrana pin.))

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((Chris powers out of the pin.))

LJ: And just like that, Kenzie is back in this.
MD: BLAST HER!
LJ: Her counters and kicks are on point tonight!
MD: Quit praising her!
LJ: I Won’t! Kenzie is in for the fight of her life and I’m going to give her props!

((Kenzie backs up into the corner and as Chris gets up. She charges at him and leaps up onto his shoulders, grabbing his head. She hangs up there for a moment as if Chris is about to counter, but Kenzie pulls him down and nails a hanging DDT on him.))

LJ: What athleticism by Rydell! It’s obvious she hasn’t missed a beat!
MD: Come on boss! Get up and kill her!
LJ: Kenzie is stalking over him, waiting for him to get up.

((Chris stumbles to his feet and Kenzie charges him, nailing leg lariat, better known as a running calf kick.))

LJ: Leg Lariat! One of Kenzie’s specialities!
MD: Uh oh!

((Kenzie goes for the pin.))

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LJ: Thr...
MD: NO! HE KICKED OUT! AT THE LAST SECOND HE KICKED OUT!
LJ: Oh my! What a match we have on our hands! Neither of this two want to give up!

((The fans are on their feet going nuts as Kenzie looks around in shock. She gets ready, looking to go for a jackknife kick one again.))

LJ: Kenzie wants to end this here and now.
MD: If she nails a Jackknife kick, it will be over.

((Chris gets to his feet and Kenzie charges, going for her finish but Chris ducks under it before grabbing the back of Kenzie’s head and shoving it hard into the turnbuckle.))

LJ: Kenzie is stunned!
MD: She’s seeing stars right now.

((Kenzie turns around and Chris nails her with a Superkick.))

LJ: Sweet Dreams!
MD: It’s over!!!

((Instead of going for the cover, Chris climbs up the turnbuckle as he eyes the downed Kenzie.))

LJ: Chris is going to go for the Nightmare Splash!
MD: If he hits it, there’s no way Kenzie kicks out.

((Chris leaps off and attempts a five star frog splash but at the last second, Kenzie rolls away. Chris hits the mat with a thud and he starts to roll around while gripping his ribs.))

MD: NO! This isn’t good!
LJ: Kenzie is lining him up!

((Kenzie backs up into the corner and gets ready to charge. Chris gets up to his feet and Kenzie charges at him before nailing him with a jackknife kick, practically taking his head off. Kenzie then goes for the cover.))

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3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Sasha Taylor: Here is your winner… KENZIE RYDELL!

((The referee raises Kenzie’s hand in the air as he theme hits. Soon enough Chris gets up to his feet and he glares Kenzie down. He eventually extends his hand out for a handshake and Kenzie stares at his hand. She gives in and shakes his head and Chris pulls her in close to him before whispering in her ear with a devilish smirk on his face.))

LJ: What did Chris just tell her?
MD: I don’t know but he seems to be having some evil intentions.
LJ: Kenzie needs to forget whatever he just said.

((Chris rolls out of the ring as Kenzie continues to celebrate her win but she looks a bit confused as she contemplates over whatever Chris Night had just told her.))

LJ: Let’s go backstage!!

((The scene cuts backstage to Gavin Grimes preparing for his match. He’s putting on his gloves that he wears to ringside when Cass Baumer shows up.))

Cass Baumer: Hey Gav, can I get a word like you promised?

((Gavin looks over at Cass and shakes his head.))

Gavin Grimes: Sorry Cass, I’m way too focused right now. The time for talk is over. I need to be mentally prepared for this match with Felicity. This is the biggest match of my life.

((Gavin nods and Cass looks a bit surprised.))

Cass Baumer: Ok… Well, good luck! Tell Ash I said hey!

Gavin Grimes: Will do… See ya.

((Cass walks away and Gavin goes back to preparing as the scene fades.

((Doors burst open within the MGM Grand and a wall of black makes its way through. Two lines of men, all nearly identical in their military dress and short hair cuts, march in unison through the halls. In the center of them is a burst of red and blue, Sarah Selena Lacklan and Mackenzie Michaela Grey respectively, each with two veiled hand-maidens right behind them.))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Just think about it, Beloved! Five months ago I walked into Insurrection to sign a contract with Mister Hardy, and now, at the appropriately-named Revelation, I am to become the final FSociety World Champion.

Kenzi Grey: I am so proud of you, babe! You are going to crush Tyson!

Sarah Selena Lacklan: And! Furthermore! If I get the chance? Totes going to set him on fire!

((The entire group comes to a halt as a certain someone turns the corner and meets them.

Chris Night.

Sarah approaches the man and gives her a perfect curtsy, hands spreading her red skirts.))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Hell, Mister Night.

((Chris gives her a wary nod.))

Christ Night: Lacklan.

Sarah Selena Lacklan: I do ever so hope you trounce that Paragon of Mediocrity tonight, Sir. Seeing Rydell missing a few teeth would make me ever so happy!

((Chris gives her a noncommittal grunt.))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: I shall make you proud tonight, Sir. I shall prove that wrestlers do indeed ruin wrestling and I shall rip that title out of Tyson’s hands. Your company...your vision...will have a lasting greatness in the image of me standing stall. Me, the Firestarter...the Bloodletter...the Red Queen.

Chris Night: Good luck.

Sarah Selena Lacklan: None needed, Sir.

((Sarah gives another curtsy before joining Kenzi and her private guard and continuing down the hall.))

Match Three: Singles Match
Gavin Grimes versus Felicity Banks

LJ: Here we go, it’s time for one of the most anticipated matches of the night… Gavin Grimes versus the HKW World Champion, Felicity Banks.
MD: I’ve been waiting for this one all night! I usually have my money on my boy Grimes, but I don’t think I can bet against Felicity Banks, she’s on top of her game right now.
LJ: I can’t argue with that. Who knew that Sasha Foote backing out of this match with Gavin would give us such a treat like this though? I’m a huge Fel fan and her and Gavin should put on a classic!

((The opening beat to "Throne" begins to blare over the PA system and flashing white lights illuminate the arena, going along with the beat of the song and it causes the fans to cheer. Gavin Grimes is now standing at the top of the entrance way, a black hoodie on with the hoodie up on his head, while also wearing a pair of black jeans, black gloves with the fingertips cut off and a pair of white high-top Jordan's. Gavin's has his hands crossed as he looks down at the ground under him, his head nodding up and down to the beat of the music.))

~~Remember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothing could take the pain away

So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my
THRONE~~

Sasha Taylor: Coming to the ring… Weighing in at 180 pounds and hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada… GAVIN GRIMES!!!

((As the word throne begins to blare over the PA system, Gavin pulls off the hoodie from his head and begins to walk confidently down the ramp. Once he makes it to the ring, Gavin slides through the ropes. Gavin now takes off his pullover jacket and throws it into the crowd and it now reveals that he was wearing a white tank top under the pullover. Gavin then walks up to the ropes and stands up on the bottom rope while raising up one hand to the crowd as they cheer him on.))

LJ: Gavin looks pumped up!
MD: Can’t blame him! He’s in for one of the biggest, if not, the biggest match of his life.

"You FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"

(("Malevolence" by New Years plays over sound system, the crowd giving the HKW Triple Crown Champion a thunderous reaction as the lights in the arena dimmer down and a gold sparklers fall onto the entrance ramp. There's still no sign of Felicity as the pyro continues going off, the arena lights dimming down until the only sources of light are the tron and the pyro.))

"Nothing's gonna save meeeee!
The evil that I see! Has taken over mee!
No one's gonna save meeeeee!
The damage has been done! I'm writing all the wrongs!"


((The lyrics to Felicity's theme song echo throughout the arena as the Supreme comes out onto the stage with a smug smile on her face, the crowd nearly blowing the roof off the arena! Felicity makes her way through the golden sparklers, her arms extended to her sides with a blowpop in her mouth and one of her t-shirts wrapped around her waist. She pulls the blowpop out of her mouth as she slowly paces down the ramp, turning her back to show the camera the "Supreme" writing on the back of her sweatshirt. Once halfway down the ramp, Felicity glances at the fans at ringside and smirks once she sees them bowing down in her direction. Felicity bows back toward them as a sign of respect and turns her attention to the ring.))

Sasha Taylor: PROUDLY REPRESENTING JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY! STANDING IN AT TALL ENOUGH TO WHOOP YOUR ASS! THE SUPREEEEEEMAH! ... FELICITY BAAAAAAAAANKS!

((After Sasha Taylor announces her name, Felicity walks up the steps, making her way to the middle of the apron. She turns around and launches the t-shirt wrapped around her waist into the crowd while soaking in the cheers from her thousands of fans. She enters the ring and spins around in circles until the lights in the arena begin getting brighter, not stopping until the arena was fully lit. Felicity unzips her sweatshirt, walks toward the nearest corner and climbs up to the middle rope. She stares out at the hundreds of bowing fans, a smirk coming over her face as she glances back at the other side of the arena. She hops off the ropes and turns around, sliding her back down against the corner until she was fully seated on the mat. Finally, she jerks her neck from side to side and stares over at Gavin Grimes.))

MD: Talk about pumped up, Felicity Banks looks ready to go!
LJ: She’s always so intense, but tonight? You can tell just by the look in her eyes that she knows it’s game time and she’s in for a fight.
MD: Agreed. It’s fitting that these two fight for the first time ever and it’s here at the final #FSociety show. We might be ending but we’re going out with a bang!
LJ: Wouldn’t want it any other way.

((The two competitors walk to the center of the ring near the referee and the referee has a few words for the two as they stare each other down. Felicity offers her hand to Gavin to shake and he looks down at it and nods before extending his own hand and the two shake hands and the crowd loves it. The referee calls for the bell.))

DING! DING! DING!

LJ: What sportsmanship!
MD: Gross! I hate sportsmanship! Just kill each other.

((After the bell rings, Felicity slaps Gavin hard across the face and he stumbles back a step, holding onto his cheek for a moment as he’s taken by surprise.))

MD: YES!!!
LJ: So much for sportsmanship I guess.

((Gavin stares at Felicity, his hand still pressed against his cheek. Felicity simply shrugs and says “it’s go time now, prettyboy” before she lunges at Gavin! Gavin ducks Felicity’s jumping knee attempt and presses her chest first into the corner, immediately driving the point of his elbow into her spine repeatedly. After the fifth blow, Gavin spins Felicity around and goes to irish whip her into the opposite corner, but Felicity turns her momentum back toward Gavin, slides underneath his legs and catches him with a jumping lungblower!))

LJ: What a lungblower by Felicity!
MD: Grimes is going to have a long night against the HKW Champion.

((Clutching at his back, Felicity hunches down just a bit and taunts Gavin by asking if he’s hurt. She lowers herself down further to grab a handful of double G’s hair, but Grimes surprises Felicity with a stiff kick to the side of the head, knocking the Supreme down to one knee! Gavin rushes up to his feet, hits the ropes, and comes back with a low dropkick right to Felicity’s face! The impact from the move causes Felicity to roll out of the ring, a look of frustration on her face as she kicks the steel steps.))

MD: Felicity is frustrated, I think Gavin is really surprising her here.
LJ: She better get her head back in it because I don’t think Gavin plans on slowing down.

((Instead of turning her attention back to her opponent, Felicity gets into it with a fan ringside wearing a Gavin Grimes t-shirt. Noticing the distraction, Gavin picks up a full head of steam and catches Felicity with a picture perfect suicide dive, sending her over the guardrail and into the laps of the fans at ringside!))

LJ: And now the match has carried out into the crowd!
MD: Damn! I haven’t seen anything like that happen in long time!

((Grimes pops up to his feet and gets the crowd rowdy before he reaches over the guardrail to grab Felicity by the head. Just as he does, Felicity grabs a bottle of water out of the nearest fans hand and splashes it right in Gavin’s eyes! Temporarily blinding the former Heavyweight champion, Felicity steps onto the guardrail and catches her balance. She waits patiently for Gavin to turn around before she dives off the guardrail and lands a double knee meteora on her opponent!))

LJ: Double knee meteora! Wow! That definitely did some damage, that’s a high impact move.
MD: This could be the beginning of the end for Gavin here.

((Still angry at the fans at ringside, Felicity tells them to bow in her direction as she grabs a handful of Gavin’s hair and rips him up to his feet. She slides him back in the ring, then climbs up onto the apron herself. The current HKW World champion makes sure Gavin’s still down as she climbs up to the top rope with the QueeKNEE in mind!))

LJ: Felicity is looking to go for the QueeKNEE here I think, one of the best moves in her arsenal.
MD: I’ve seen her use it several times! If she hits it here, this one could be over as quickly as it started.

((Just as she catches her balance, Gavin starts to stir and makes it to his feet. Felicity waits until he faces her to dive off…

WHAP!

Grimes blasts Felicity with a hellacious superkick!))

LJ: Gavin with the Sac-Town Kick!
MD: That came from out of no where!

((With a smirk covering taking over his features, Grimes takes his behind Felicity and waits for her to get to a knee. Once she does, Grimes charges forward and absolutely beheads Felicity with her very own OFF WITH YOUR HEAD~! (Boma Ye) knee strike! Grimes turns Felicity onto her back, hooks the leg and watches the referee slide into position to make the count!!))

1…

2…

MD: THR-NOOOOO!
LJ: OMG THAT WAS TOO CLOSE. WITH HER OWN MOVE TOO?!
MD: Knee strikes are dangerous son.

((The smirk on Gavin’s face turns into a look of concern as he turns toward Felicity and sees her spit her mouthguard out of the ring.))

LJ: I think Felicity is about to go off and Gavin is sensing it.
MD: She just spit out her mouthguard! You know that’s serious business!

((Gavin quickly goes to pick Felicity up off of the mat. He takes her by the hand and whips her towards the ropes. Felicity bounces off of them and when she comes back to Gavin, he tries another superkick but Felicity ducks under it and bounces off the other side of the ropes. When Gavin turns around, he’s met by a running bicycle kick from Felicity, almost knocking his lights out.))

LJ: She calls that one the FelKNEE.
MD: A fitting term since it looks like a felony! Assault and battery damn it!
LJ: It’s quite the move but it looks like Felicity isn’t quite done yet.

((Felicity backs up into the corner and gets in a ready position as she waits for Gavin to get up. Gavin stirs for a moment before slowly getting up to his knees and Felicity charges him. She leaps up in the air and hits a driving knee straight to Gavin’s jaw and drops him down to the mat with a thud.))

LJ: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!
MD: The Supreme just took Gavin’s head off! This one has got to be over here.

((Felicity goes for the cover and hooks the leg.))

1…

2…

MD:THR-NO! Gavin kicks out! Somehow he’s kept his head intact!
LJ: Not many people kick out of this move, so it’s pretty damn impressive that Gavin just did. It’s hard for this guy to quit, as we saw from his last #FSociety match with Ally Morrow.

((Felicity slaps the mat in frustration before she quickly gets up and picks Gavin up off the mat. Felicity whips him towards the turnbuckle and instead of bracing himself and crashing into it with his back, he ends up colliding with the turnbuckle chest first before collapsing on the ground.))

MD: Gavin is completely out of it from taking that Off With Your heads maneuver.
LJ: He couldn’t even brace himself heading into that corner.
MD: Way to repeat the obvious, Lizzie!
LJ: Oh whatever Moses! Can’t you go one day without being a dick?

((With Gavin lying down on his back, Felicity climbs the turnbuckle and looks down at him.))

LJ: This is the second time that Felicity has decided to take to sky. The last time she did this, it didn’t turn out very well for her.
MD: Well don’t jinx her damn it!
LJ: What? I’m not!

((Felicity leaps off the turnbuckle as Gavin starts to get up. Gavin turns and is met by a diving knee strike straight to his head. He stumbles around the ring before collapsing down onto the mat.))

MD: QueeKNEE! Gavin has to be done after that one.
LJ: I can’t imagine him kicking out right now. There’s just been too much damage done to his facial area during this match.

1…

2...

LJ: THR-NOPE! Gavin’s foot is on the bottom rope! He just saved the match!
MD: Phenomenal ring awareness.
LJ: When you’re able to go undefeated for over a year like Gavin did, you need to be able to know how to escape a pinfall… And he just showed that he’s one of the best at it.

((Felicity slaps the mat in frustration and begins to argue with the referee. Gavin stirs and gets to his hands and knees and Felicity slaps him on the back of his head and screams, “Stay down, pretty boy!” Gavin hits the leaning down Felicity with an open palm strike from his knees and Felicity immediately comes back with a roundhouse kick straight to Gavin’s jaw. He drops down and Felicity goes for another cover.))

1…

2…

MD: Kickout by Grimes!
LJ: There’s no quit in this kid!
MD: And it’s seriously starting to bother Felicity, she looks furious.

((Felicity gets up to her feet and looks furious. She begins to yell at the referee and then she leans up at the ropes and screams at the fans. She walks over to Gavin who’s getting up to his hands and knees again and she lands a few hard stomps right to the back of Grimes before picking him up and leaning him down on the middle rope. Gavin hangs there as Felicity leaps up in the air and drives both of her knees into Gavin’s back and he howls out in pain.))

MD: Felicity is relentless!
LJ: You can’t blame her for not letting up, she knows what kind of opponent Gavin is.
MD: Looks like she’s hitting the top rope again.

((Felicity heads to the turnbuckle and begins to climb up it. She gets up to the third rung when Gavin kips up to his feet. He sprints up the turnbuckle with a burst of adrenaline and Felicity tries to fight him off with a few strikes but Gavin holds strong before throwing an elbow into Felicity’s jaw. This has Felicity dazed as Gavin wraps his arms around her head and the fans are going nuts.))

MD: What’s he thinking?
LJ: He’s not going to go for The Crowning from off the turnbuckle, is he?
MD: If he does, this could be the end of Felicity Banks!!!
LJ: He’s about to leap off I think!

((Gavin pulls Felicity off of the turnbuckle with him as he leaps off and he drives her head down into the mat with a headlock driver, hitting his finisher that he’s dubbed The Crowning. The two lie on the mat and the fans are going absolutely nuts.))

MD: WOW! I think Felicity might be done after that! Did you see the way her head hit the canvas?
LJ: I did but Gavin needs to make that cover though!
MD: He’s crawling towards her now.

((Gavin crawls towards Felicity and he finally drops one arm over her chest and the referee begins the count.))

1…

2…

MD: NO! KICKOUT BY FELICITY!!!
LJ: Wow! I can’t believe it!
MD: Well you better believe it! This woman is a freaking machine!
LJ: Gavin can’t believe that she kicked out it.
MD: Nobody can! These fans are in disbelief right now!

((Gavin takes a deep breath before getting up onto his feet. He steps through the ropes and holds onto the top rope as if he’s getting ready to springboard off of them. Felicity begins to stir and when she gets up to her feet, Gavin leaps up onto the rope but Felicity charges him and strikes him hard with an elbow to the jaw that drops Gavin back to the apron.))

LJ: What an elbow by Felicity!
MD: She really came out of nowhere with that, let’s see if she can take advantage of it.

((Felicity runs to the other side of the ropes and bounces off of them before charging towards Gavin, who is still dazed on the apron. Felicity makes her way to Gavin and she flips over him and the ropes before grabbing onto him and powerbombing him to the outside, perfectly executing a Sunset Flip Powerbomb to the outside.))

LJ: WOW! Have you seen anyone do that before?
MD: I’m not sure but it’s damn impressive!
LJ: And just like that, Felicity has control of this match again.

((Banks doesn’t let up as she picks Gavin up and whips him hard into the barrier back first. Gavin falls to the ground clutching his back and yelling out in pain. Felicity begins to stomp onto Gavin’s back when a few fans in the front row begin to boo her. She gets up in their faces and yells at them and Gavin gets up. Gavin wraps his arms around Felicity from behind but she drives her elbow into his temple and he backs off. Felicity grabs Gavin and whips him towards the steel steps but Gavin counters by leaping up onto the steps and then leaping back off of them, nailing Felicity with a surprise corkscrew.))

MD: HE’S STILL NOT DONE!

Both competitors struggling to get up, Gavin is his first to his feet with a little assist from the fan in the front row. He grabs a hold of Felicity’s hair and rolls her in the ring, taking his time before he goes in himself. Finally, Gavin places one knee on the apron and sticks his head in between the bottom two ropes…))

LJ: OH MY GOD!

((Felicity catches Gavin with a second OFF WITH YOUR HEAD~! right to the temple! She just barely manages to pull him a decent way away from the ropes before she makes the pin!))

ONE!!


TWO!!!


THREEEEEEEE!!!!?

LJ: NO! GAVIN GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPE!

((The referee points at the tippy top part of Gavin’s boot leaning against the rope, a look if dismay covering Felicity’s face. She crawls away from the former Heavyweight champion and makes it to the center of the ring where she begins throwing a hissy fit! She stomps her feet off the mat and slaps her hands against it before she stands back up and gets in the referee’s face.

The HKW World champion tells the referee “YOU BETTER NOT BE TRYING TO FUCK ME” before she turns around and sees Gavin still visibly unconscious. A smirk takes over Felicity’s face as she cockily walks over his way, hunches down and screams: “I AM THE BEST WRESTLING IN THE UNIVERSE! UNIVERSE, GAVIN! THE ENTIRE MILKY WAY GALA--

GAVIN REACHES UP AND ROLLS FELICITY UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE!!!)))

ONE!!!



TWOOOOOOOOOO!!!



THRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNO!!!

MD: Holy crap! That was literally two and three quarters! Maybe even seven eighths!

((Both competitors scramble up to their feet, but it’s Gavin who strikes first with a spin kick to the midsection. Felicity drops to her knees and Gavin attempts his trademark superkick, but Felicity catches Gavin’s leg and delivers a snapdragon screw leg whip! Not wasting time, she does another dragon screw with Gavin’s back presses against the mat, then proceeds to pull him toward the nearest corner!))

LJ: I’ve seen this before! She’s shredded knees with this move and it’s called the XACL!

((Splitting Gavin’s legs between the ring post, Felicity crosses his legs and tries for figure four around the steel post, but Gavin panics and pushes Felicity back away! Gavin manages to scramble up to his feet and step out on the apron, but Felicity rips his leg out from underneath him, causing the former Heavyweight champion to land hard on the apron! He stays there, and a maniacal grin forms on the Supreme’s face.))

LJ: What is she thinking here?!

((Felicity moves onto the apron, then begins ascending up to the top rope! She turns around and makes sure Gavin’s still in position before she dives off and lands a double footstomp right on Gavin’s midsection as he’s on the apron!!!!))

CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

((As much pain Gavin is in, Felicity isn’t doing too well herself, landing awkwardly on her head after the hellacious maneuver. Somehow, Felicity manages to get to her feet and pushes Gavin back inside the ring before she slides in after him. She begins crawling toward the nearest corner, pulling down on her kneepad for the final blow.))

MD: This is it. One more knee and Gavin is done!

((Felicity gestures for Gavin to get up to his feet as the crowd begins to stir. Felicity stands upright and watches Gavin struggle to his knees. Finally sees him in perfect position, Felicity charges full speed ahead for the high impact knee strike, but Gavin bounces up to his feet, pops Felicity in the air, and catches her with a hellacious superkick on the way down!!!))

LJ: WHAT A COUNTER! A POP UP SUPERKICK FROM GRIMES!
MD: AND NOW THEY’RE BOTH DOWN!

((Both competitors lie there are the ground and the fans are absolutely going nuts. The referee checks on them both before he starts to make the count.))

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

LJ: Neither of this two are moving right now.

FOUR!

FIVE!

((Gavin begins to stir.))

MD: Grimes is moving!

SIX!

SEVEN!

((Felicity is starting to move now too and they’re both to their knees.))

EIGHT!

LJ: This one is going to be close!

NINE!

((Both competitors make it to their feet and the fans are going absolutely crazy. Gavin grabs Felicity by her arm and tries to whip her towards the corner but she’s able to counter it and she whips Gavin. Gavin crashes into the turnbuckle back first and he’s dazed as he leans back into the corner. Felicity speeds towards Gavin and looks to connect with a running knee but Gavin ducks under it and uses Felicity’s momentum to send her up and over the top turnbuckle, crashing to the arena floor on the outside.))

LJ: Felicity crashes hard to the outside!
MD: Looks like this match is going to continue out here again because Gavin is getting out of the ring.

((Gavin drops down and rolls under the bottom rope to exit the ring. He makes his way towards Felicity who’s still down on the ground near the announcer’s table. The referee begins to count them out.)

ONE

TWO

THREE

((Gavin starts to dismantle the announcer table, clearing off the top of it so he can perform some type of move.))

MD: What is he doing to OUR table!? There’s a perfectly good Spanish announce table right next to us that he can use.
LJ: I don’t think he cares.

FOUR

FIVE

((Gavin turns his attention to Felicity and goes to pick her up but he took far too much time and she nails him with an elbow to his gut before leaping up and taking him down with a codebreaker.))

LJ: A Codebreaker by Felicity!
MD: She keeps on working on that head and jaw area of Grimes, he’s not going to survive much longer here.

SIX

SEVEN

((Felicity rolls into the ring and then rolls back out to break the count.))

LJ: Smart move, she doesn’t want to win with a countout.
MD: Shit, I’d take the win!

((Felicity grabs a handful of Gavin’s hair and pulls him up before shoving him onto the table. She gets up on the table herself and lifts him up.))

ONE

TWO

THREE

((She leaps in the air and goes for a jumping DDT on Gavin but he’s able to wiggle his head free from her grip. He then wraps his arms around her head and nails her with a headlock driver but the table doesn’t break.))

LJ: THE CROWNING!
MD: Thank God our table didn’t break!

FOUR

FIVE

((Gavin shakes his head at the table not breaking before he gets off of it and slides into the ring. He begins to climb up the turnbuckle now.))

SIX

SEVEN

MD: What’s he doing? Don’t do what I think you’re doing!
LJ: Whatever it is, he better do it fast to break the count out count.

((Gavin gets to the top of the turnbuckle and stares down at Felicity on the table.))

EIGHT

NINE

((Before the count hits ten, Gavin leaps off and does a five star frog splash and Felicity isn’t able to move out of the way. The two crash through the table and the fans start to cheer, “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”))

LJ: WOW!

ONE

TWO

MD: And there goes our table! UGH!

THREE

LJ: They are both out!

FOUR

FIVE

MD: This cannot end in a double count out.

((Gavin begins to stir.))

SIX

SEVEN

((Gavin gets up to his feet and limps towards the ring.))

EIGHT

((He slides into the ring.))

NINE

((Gavin then slides back out to break the count.))

LJ: Gavin could’ve had this by countout but he didn’t want to win that way.
MD: He’s a fool.

((Gavin grabs Felicity from the rubble of the table and picks her up before rolling her into the ring. He rolls in himself and he pins her as he hooks the leg.))

1…

2…

LJ: THRE-NOOOOOO! Felicity kicks out! She still has life!
MD: How the hell did she kick out of all of that? What the hell?
LJ: I don’t know but Gavin is looking to the top rope to finish this one off.
MD: A high risk manuever at this stage of the match isn’t the best of ideas.

((Gavin slowly stumbles towards the turnbuckle before he slowly climbs up it until he makes it to the top and it’s obvious that he’s completely gassed. He loses balance for a moment but gathers himself and stands up straight. He looks down at Felicity and takes a deep breath before leaping off, going for the Phoenix Splash but before he can land it, Felicity gets up to her feet and she nails Gavin with a Bike knee, which snaps Gavin’s head back hard.))

LJ: What a counter by Fel!
MD: Gavin went for the King’s Splash but took far took long and Felicity countered. She’s got to capitalize on this moment!

((Gavin is down and Felicity is down on one knee, catching her breath. Gavin starts to get to his hands and knees and Felicity makes her way behind Gavin. She pulls her kneepad back down before she charges him and nails him with another Off With Your Head to the back of his head. Gavin crashes down hard face first Felicity drops down to her hands and knees while staring down at the canvas, clearly gassed.))

LJ: Wow! Felicity just killed Gavin practically but she can’t make the pin because she’s completely gassed herself.
MD: These two have given their all here tonight. It doesn’t matter how long it takes her to pin Gavin, he’s not going to kick out.

((Felicity uses the ropes to get up onto her feet and she takes down the second kneepad on her other leg and begins to tap her knee as she glares at Gavin, who is somehow starting to move.))

MD: Gavin is moving and I don’t even know how. He should be dead by now.
LJ: Felicity is going to make sure she gets the job done. Gavin has only been pinned four times in his career and it literally takes EVERYTHING to keep him down because the guy doesn’t care about his own health.

((The crowd is going nuts as Felicity waits patiently in the corner for Gavin to get up. After a few moments pass, Gavin gets up to his hands and knees. Felicity screams at him to get up and Gavin uses all of his strength to lean up but he can’t even get to his feet. He then taunts Felicity, screaming at her to “BRING IT!”))

MD: That’s a mistake!
LJ: Gavin doesn’t have it to get up all the way but he’s showing his rebellious, never give up attitude.

((Felicity sprints towards Gavin and she drives her unprotected knee straight into his jaw, nailing a final OFF WITH YOUR HEAD and Gavin crashes backward onto the canvas. Felicity collapses down onto Gavin, showing that she has nothing left. The referee begins the count.))

1…

2…

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Sasha Taylor: Here is your winner… THE HKW WORLD CHAMPION… SHE IS KNOWN AS THE SUPREME… FELICITY BAAAAAANKS!!!!

(("Malevolence" blares over the PA system as Felicity struggles to get to her feet. She finally stands up and the referee grabs her hand and raises it in the air but she snatches it away before she kneels down and checks on Gavin to see if he’s okay but he’s barely moving.))

LJ: Felicity is checking on Gavin, who she just went through absolute hell with.
MD: Hate sportsmanship!!!!

((EMT’s roll down the ramp and the grab Gavin from the ring gently. The put a neck brace on him before placing him on the stretcher that they brought down to the ring. Felicity rolls out of the ring and she taps Gavin’s shoulder with her fist and nods, showing a sign of respect.))

LJ: What a match. I’ll never forget this one.
MD: I’m so glad this was booked for our final show, Revelation… Because this is how you do a final show! I can’t wait for the rest of the night but it’s going to be hard to top this one here.

((Felicity’s eyes catch a Sasha Foote sign in the front row and she snatches it before ripping it in half and throwing it on the ground and then stomping on it.))

LJ: Looks like Felicity is making a point to Sasha Foote, who was originally supposed to take this match.
MD: That poor fan who thought they were going to see Sasha Foote tonight! Actually, they’re lucky! They got the see Felicity Banks, THE SUPREME, instead!
LJ: What a match this was. Anyway, we need to cut to backstage!

((Felicity takes in the standing ovation, but her eyes go back to the ring where Gavin is getting off of the stretcher and wants to walk under his own power, to make sure he’s okay. Once Gavin looks at her and gives her the thumbs up, Felicity turns to the crowd and yells out “SUUUUUUUUPPPREEEEMMMMMAAAAAAAAAH!” but immediately clutches her ribs as we go backstage.))

((The scene cuts to the back where the FSociety Champion, Tyson Gregory is standing by already in his ring gear and the FSociety Championship belt draped over his left shoulder. He looks into the camera.))

Tyson Gregory: "You know, when this company opened people mocked the name, scoffed at the talent and overlooked what was coming. Now? This company has had more highlights and marquee moments. Proving all those doubters wrong. And that was started with me closing the first episode of Anarchy as the first ever FSociety Champion."

Tyson pats the title belt.

Tyson Gregory: "Lots of things have changed... Some have stayed the same. But what we all have done here? The moments we created for not just ourselves but for the fans and even the haters... You can damn well say we fucked society. So now I'm going to go out there and show why I am the not only the two time FSociety Champion but the only person to win two championships in this company when I try to be the first... And last... FSociety Champion."

((Tyson lets out a sigh before patting the faceplate of the championship again and walking off camera.))

((The camera starts rolling with Cass Baumer standing in front of the #FSociety banner. A man that most people in the arena recognize smiles at the camera as he stands beside the head interviewer for #FSociety in Cassandra Baumer.))

Cass Baumer: I’m here with Mr. Eddie Walker - the one and only manager of the multi-time world champion Adrien Cochrane.

((Eddie Walker, complete with his spiked hair and goofy grin, steps a bit closer to listen to his interviewer’s question.))

Cass Baumer: Eddie. How does it feel to be in the building of the last ever #FSociety event? #FSociety Revelation. It must be bittersweet, right?

Eddie Walker: Seeing as this is the first time I’ve actually gotten to speak on camera at one of these shows, yeah, very bittersweet. But we’ve got a mission tonight and that’s what is important.

((The kiwi nodded firmly at the response once she listened to Eddie’s answer.))

Cass Baumer: So what do you think your client, Adrien Cochrane, is feeling right now? With the Ally Morrow situation and the recent tag team championship win elsewhere, it must be a rollercoaster of emotions for him too, huh?

Eddie Walker: It really has been. Funny how as soon as he wins his first ever tag team title, the company closes, but he’s gotten accustomed to trying to find a new home and that’s the whole point of him hiring someone like me: to find him gainful employment and a ring to fight in.

Cass Baumer: I won’t ask where Adrien Cochrane is heading next. What matters right now is tonight, and I’m sure you can agree. Instead, I’ll ask something else. How’s Stacy doing? We saw her get Ally’s mist directly to the eyes weeks prior. Championship win or not, is she still feeling the effects? What about Adrien?

Eddie Walker: I’m happy to say neither party’s vision is impaired anymore from the mist attacks. It took time to recover but they reached that point. Their tag title victory signified that.

((Cass grinned a little at the response.))

Cass Baumer: You know that mist will likely come into play again, right? It’s one of the last matches to ever take place within a #FSociety ring. You have to understand Ally Morrow’s willing to do anything to keep her streak alive, I’m sure.

Eddie Walker: We are well aware of that. While the mist attack isn’t legal, we know the chance for the attack is possible and discussed what we should do about it.

Cass Baumer: Care to give us the scoop on what you have planned to counter it?

Eddie Walker: No. Can’t give Ally any competitive advantage.

((With a nod, Cass understood and moved on.))

Cass Baumer: So I’ve heard this rumor - courtesy of my many sources - who claimed that once the match is over… in the unlikely chance he can defeat Ally Morrow… Adrien and Stacy will have pancakes. Can you confirm these rumors?

((A look of horror comes across the face of Eddie Walker.))

Eddie Walker: Don’t know. Don’t wanna know. Please, next question.

((Eddie shakes his head.))

: Did I hear something about pancakes?

((Sarah Selena Lacklan steps into the frame, the short girl running her red eyes up and down Eddie.))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Who are you? And why is your hair so stupid?

Cass Baumer: Well, I—

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Not you.

Eddie Walker: Sarah, you follow me on Twitter. I sent Nair to get you out of jail!!

((Sarah gives Eddie one of her patented exaggerated eye rolls))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Ah, so THAT is what you look like. Pity.

((Sarah dismisses him and turns to Cass))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Cassandra! Friendo! Are you ready for that HAWT liplock later?

((Cass rolls her eyes in response, almost mocking Lacklan’s own eye roll earlier.))

Cass Baumer: I’m not doing that, Lacklan. ‘Sides, don’t you have a match to prepare for against Tyson Gregory to worry about?

((Sarah fires back in the Battle of Eye Rolls))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Who? You mean that random nameless, feckless moron on the list of people I will have defeated in an easy manner? Pish posh, dearie: I have already won the match. He just does not realize it yet. I AM the future and final FSociety World Champion. And by God, it will be beautiful.

((She smirks))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: SOON, Cassandra. This tongue is going to know EVERY INCH of that mouth of yours.

((With a wave of a hand, Cass dismissed the last thing Sarah told her and focused on the match at hand.))

Cass Baumer: You wanted an interview, Lacklan? How about we just skip the bullshit and do the interview right now, hm? Saves us some time.

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Fine. Ask your questions, Sphynx.

((Cassandra nods reluctantly.))

Cass Baumer: So. How do you plan on beating Tyson Gregory for the #FSociety World Championship when you couldn’t even beat me for the FAW Hardcore Championship?

((Sarah sneers))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: The next time you defeat me, Cassandra, it will be the first. We BOTH know what happened in that ring, no matter how you color it. Spin your yarn for a fool, dearie, because I do not have the time for lies.

Eddie Walker: Well, this is getting awkward. I think I’ll take this as my cue to leave…

Cass Baumer: No! You stay.

((Cass blocks him with her arm, forcing Eddie to stay put.))

Cass Baumer: I’m going to have to use you as a blockade in case things go sour here, Eddie.

Eddie Walker: That’s the point of the big camera watching this, dear.

Cass Baumer: You’re starting to sound like Lacklan now, Walker.

((Cass set her attention back to Sarah.))

Cass Baumer: Yes. For those of you who haven’t watched FAW March Of Ides, Sarah Selena Lacklan was not pinned. Fine. I’ll rephrase the question then. Don’t you think you’re underestimating Tyson Gregory? The man defeated countless fighters here in #FSociety and he’s proven to be at the top of his game lately. With all due respect, that doesn’t concern you at all?

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Oh please. I JUST defeated a certified legend in this business who holds five Hall of Fame rings. I JUST defeated one-half of our tag champions clean. I JUST showed the world that I am unstoppable. That is reality, dearie, not one of your fake news broadcasts. No question that Tyson has defeated people in this sport who matter, no question he has been dominant. But *I* am what matters now. *I* am the Firestarter. *I* am the revolution. Quite frankly, he is not even worthy enough to kiss my feet. Red Queen, and all.

((Cassandra nodded, reluctantly keeping an air of professionalism about her.))

Cass Baumer: You keep saying that, but Adrien Cochrane beat one-half of the tag team champions… What was it? Three times, Eddie?

((Eddie Walker nods, still not trying to be too involved in the heat between the two women.))

Cass Baumer: So why do you think you got the title shot instead, Sarah?

((Sarah smiles))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: Apparently you do not pay attention to my vlogs. Again showing your complete lack of ability as a reporter. I made it quite clear: I visited Mister Night. We agree on things, luv. Wrestlers? They ruin wrestling. And while I have no issues with Adrien, he was not the appropriate person to fight for the title. I am. I am the one to strip Tyson of his title. I am the one to rape him of his legacy. I am what is good for wrestling.

Cass Baumer: One thing we can agree on, Lacklan. Wrestlers do ruin wrestling. Still. If you’re not a wrestler then what would that make you? If wrestlers ruin wrestling and you’re not a wrestler...

Eddie Walker: I’m not a wrestler…

((Cass and Sarah shoot him a dirty look at the same time.))

Eddie: Yes, perhaps I should leave now. Good luck tonight, Sarah. We are pulling for you. Cass, good evening. I think Mr. Cochrane’s locker room was this way…

((Sarah leans into Cass, craning her head up to look her much taller rival in her eyes))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: I am the reckoning, dearie. The red...the black.

((Turning her head, she looks off to the side and her eyes go wide))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: What the? Is that Salsa, the wrestling bear?!

((Cass turns to see what Sarah is talking about and Sarah drives a knee into her kidney. Wasting no time, Sarah grabs the back of her head by her hair and drives her down onto the floor with a reverse DDT. Getting back to her feet, she picks up Cass’s microphone. She looks at Eddie with her red eyes and takes a step towards him, prompting the manager of her “brother” to run for the hills. She turns back to the camera.))

Sarah Selena Lacklan: This is Trump’s Favorite Queen, signing off.

((She drops the microphone on top of Cass before she smirks and leaves the scene.))

Match Four: High Roller Championship
Hutch Lanahan versus Anastasia Hayden

LJ: What a match coming up. We finally get to see the end of Anastasia and Hutch Lanahan.
MD: This match is more than the High Roller Championship… It’s definitely personal.
LJ: You already know they’re going to tear each other apart.
MD: Ana only cares about the fight… The title can be damned.

Sasha Taylor: This match is for the High Roller Championship... Coming to the ring… weighing in at 128 pounds from Steele, North Dakota… She is the reigning and defending High Roller Champion… ANASTASIA HAYDENNN!!!

((The distorted and glitched opening of "Dad’s Garage" by Nuclear Moms starts playing. The guitar builds up and once the drums hit, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains, her mouth guard hanging from her mouth and the High Roller Championship around her waist. The boos begin and Ana isn’t bothered as she stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring. Ana leaps up to the ring apron and climbs through the ropes, heading over to a free corner and resting against it. She pops her mouth guard back out, chewing on it in the process, and waits for the match to begin.))

LJ: Ana looks focused.
MD: She always is!

Jennifer Taylor : Making his way to the ring next... from Mevagissey, Cornwall and weighing in at 222 pounds... HUTCH LANAHANNNN!!!

((The champion doesn’t have to wait wrong as “Hero” by Nas hits the PA systems and it takes no time at all for Hutch Lanahan to appear on stage. He continues to power walk down the ramp. Hutch steps into the ring and glares over at Ana across from him and she glares back.))

MD: This is going to be one of the best fights of the night for sure.
LJ: I have no doubts!

((The bell sounds Ana and Hutch waste no time to begin sending left and rights and forearms into one another as they meet in the center of the ring and begin swinging. The referee hands the belt to the timekeeper and tries to regain order but very quickly we realize he’s going to let this match go because Hutch and Ana go to the outside brawling. Ana falls on top of Hutch and grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his head up and begins to pound him with her fist into his forehead. She then takes off his hat and holds it up, faking as if she is going to throw it into the stands and then just chucks it down at Hutch, he covers up but Ana begins stomping him right in the face.))

MD: This is breaking down very quickly! There may not be any wrestling between these two!
LJ: These two are such good wrestlers, but their hatred isn’t going to allow them for many collar-and-elbow tie ups!

((The stomps cause Hutch to try and cover up, but his nose is instantly smashed and blood begins rushing from his nostrils, Hutch fights back up to his knees and sends a couple of shots into Ana’s stomach as it doubles her over, Hutch gives her a vicious uppercut that sends her back into the ring steps and it’s just enough for Hutch to get to his feet. As Ana gets back up, Hutch gives her a shot-gun drop kick into the ring steps. Arching her back, Ana falls forward and Hutch gives her a vicious stomp to the back of the head.))

MD: OH MY GOD!
LJ: We aren’t five minutes into this match and they’re trying to kill one another! Good lord!

((Ana lies limp as Hutch picks her up in a gut wrench and instead of throwing her into the ring, he turns his back to the apron and tosses Ana in a gut wrench suplex against the apron, the crowd groans as she rag-dolls against the side of the ring. Hutch grabs her and throws her underneath the ropes and pins her, the referee crawls in after Hutch as he hooks the leg.))

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2!

((Ana kicks out, but Hutch doesn’t seem too upset. Hutch pulls Ana roughly up by the hair and Hayden begins peppering shots into the stomach of Hutch and doubles him over and then lands a solid kick to his chin. Spit and blood fly as Hutch’s head snaps back as he falls back into the middle rope before bouncing back, looking for his lariat, Ana ducks it and catches Hutch’s arm going for a backslide!))

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((Hutch rolls out onto his feet and as Ana gets up he grabs her by the hair and the tights and tosses her like a torpedo out of the ring between the ropes and crashes into the barricade. When Ana hits she reaches over the top into the crowd and a fan hands her a chair. When Hutch bounces off the ropes, he dives through for a suicide dive and Ana just throws the chair into his head and Hutch crashes and burns on the outside. Ana picks up the chair and drills Hutch across the back with the chair causing him to roll over to his back, when he does, Ana drills him with the head of the chair right into the stomach of Hutch sending him rolling towards the barricade. Hutch reaches up and grabs onto the barricade to pull himself up, but Ana slams the chair on top of his hands.))

LJ: That could have broken his hands!
MD: Going along with that broken nose, would do good for Hutch’s looks.

((Hayden watches Lanahan stumble back into the apron and she throws the chair into Hutch’s face again as he drops down. Ana picks him up by the hair and slides him back into the ring and covers.))

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2!

((Hutch kicks out and reaches towards the ropes, the lower part of his face covered in blood. Ana stands up and kicks Hutch right in the square of the back and it cracks all across the arena like a gunshot. Hutch arches his back, Ana moves to the other side and then shoots a kick into his chest, then back into his back. Hutch winces until on the last kick he looks up at Ana and tells her to kick him again, so she does, he gets up to one knee…Kick…Then two…Kick. Hutch gets to his feet and her next kick, Hutch blocks it, but then Ana hits him with an enziguri. Hutch drops down to one knee and then screams and as momentum turns Ana around, Hutch hooks her for a German suplex but Ana just stands straight back up and gives Hutch a German of her own crumpling him up! ))

Ana covers Hutch hooking the leg.

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NO!!

((Hutch gets a shoulder up as Ana gets up just as quickly as Hutch did when Ana kicked out earlier, picking him up by the head, she forces him into the corner turnbuckle and gives him a hard knife edge chop.))

MD: The fighting spirit between these two. It’s like they’re not feeling any sort of pain!
LJ: The referee is really just letting them go, he knows how much this match means for the both of them!

((As Ana whips Hutch into the other corner. Hutch lifts himself up and over the top rope and when Ana comes chasing him in, he pops up a boot and hits Ana square in the head, she goes stumbling back and Hutch shoots through the middle rope with a spear! He hooks the leg as he arches back.))

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KICKOUT!

((Hayden gets a shoulder up as Hutch sits for a moment as he brings a hand down to his nose and chin which is covered in blood and then he wipes it across his chest. Sitting up, he brings Ana up with him and hooks her for a suplex, and then he lifts her up and suplexes her OVER the ropes and onto the floor. Hutch hit the ropes and dove with a suicide dive to the outside, hitting Ana and sending her into the barricade, Hutch crashes as well, but he’s the first to get up.))

LJ: Both of these FSociety stars just putting their bodies to the limit to try and win this thing.
MD: I don’t know if it’s to win or if it’s just to hurt one another as much as possible. This is serious between them, but I don’t know if it’s going to solve anything.

((Ana is slow trying to get up to her feet, Hutch looks around and flips the apron skirt up and pulls out a table much to the delight of the crowd. Looking around Hutch sets the table up on the barricade and apron. Walking over to Ana, he gets down on one knee, straddling her he pounds his fist into Hayden’s forehead until she’s beaten down. Hutch then picks her up and throws her on the table.))

MD: What is Hutch thinking here?
LJ: Whatever it is, it doesn’t look good.

((Then, underneath the table, Hutch sets up two folding chairs, one is the chair Ana hit him with. The other is one he pulls out from under the ring. He puts them facing one another right underneath Ana’s body on the table and then climbs up to the apron. Seeing he isn’t going to get the right amount of air, he climbs up to the top turnbuckle as the crowd rises to their feet. The referee waves his hands to try and get Hutch to get down, but Hutch dives with a double foot stomp and drills Ana, crashing them both through the table and through the chairs as they both lie in a heap.))

“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”

((Not sure what to do, the referee doesn’t want to count them both out with it being the last ever High Roller Championship match, he begins to throw the bits of table and chairs off of the two. Hutch and Ana eventually both crawl out of the wreckage but still unable to get to their feet. ))

LJ: Good lord, Hutch just drilled Ana with the double stomp through the table, but how much damage did he take?
MD: It looks like a car wreck at ringside. The referee is still going to let this one go. It’s the last show, he isn’t about to DQ someone.

((Hutch uses the announcers table on the other side to pull himself up, as Ana is crawling towards the ramp to look for something to bring the champ to her feet. Finally Hutch pulls himself up and then stares across the ring and to the other side to see Ana slowly getting to her feet too, he looks incredulously to the champion who refuses to stay down. Breaking away from their staredown, Hutch goes ringside to pick up one of the chairs from the previous carnage as Ana digs underneath the ring for something of her own.

Looking to catch her off guard, Hutch slides into the ring with the chair, dropping it, and leaning over the middle rope, trying to grab Ana by her hair. As he gets a handful, she pulls herself out of the apron and drills Lanahan with a steel trash can that leaves him hanging on the second rope. Ana tosses the trash can into the ring before she hops up onto the apron and faces away from Hutch, using her hand around her ankle to bring her leg up as high as she can before sending her boot right into the back of his head.))

MD: Those legs go on forever!
LJ: But more importantly, that flexibility allows for her kicks to be extremely dangerous.

((Ana picked the trash can up once again and stuffed as much of Hutch as she could get in there before heading to the top rope. Looking to take one from his playbook, Ana went flying with a double foot stomp right onto the trash can and Hutch Lanahan! She kicked the bin away before attempting the pin on Hutch.))

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KICKOUT!

((Another break and Ana was furious, pushing the referee hard and arguing with the count. All of this just created a window for Hutch to pull himself up with the help of the ropes and catch his breath. When Hayden finished bitching out the ref, she turned to see Lanahan had managed to bring himself to the center of the ring, motioning for her to bring it. Ana started with a high angled dropkick, but Hutch sidestepped it and went for the Lanahan’s Lariat, but Ana ducked it and came back with a Pele kick and Hutch dodged that!))

((He popped behind her with a quick waist lock and threw her for a German suplex, but Hayden landed on her feet, bouncing off the ropes for her Magnolia Knee! The bicycle knee strike sends Hutch rolling out of the ring. Hutch was fast to get up and Ana charged at him for a baseball slide attempt, but he caught her in the ring apron, delivering punch after punch to her Ana’s midsection. Hutch pulled her off the apron and grabbed Ana by the hair, driving her face first into the apron. He wasn’t done there as he lifted her up on his shoulders before tossing her like a dart right into the ringpost.))

MD: Throwing her around like she’s nothing!
LJ: Definitely not a move you’d see pulled out often.

((Lifting her back up, Hutch sent Ana flying into the barricade yet again, but this time, Hayden went over and into the crowd! As Lanahan made his way over to Hayden, she was grabbing onto the arms and legs of the fans, trying to use them as leverage to pick herself back up, but Hutch made his way over to her before that. Hutch grabbed Ana by the hair and recklessly tossed her into a sea of empty chairs. The referee does his best for crowd control, just watching on as Hutch scrapes his boot across Ana’s face.

Spotting a lone cup of beer on the floor, Hutch takes a drink before dumping the rest of it onto Ana! Through all of the punishment, Ana’s made an effort to crawl back to the barricade and Hutch takes mercy by lifting her up and over the railing. Hopping over the barricade himself and trying to keep his momentum going, Hutch picked Ana up and rolled her into the ring, draping his arm across her chest.))

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KICKOUT!

((Still not enough to put the champion down and now the frustration was starting to show on his bloodied face. Hutch tried to pick Ana up, but only got a low blow for his efforts! As he doubled over in pain, Hayden was quick to rise up and grab him by the back of his hair, driving her boot right into his face multiple times. More blood began to pour from Lanahan’s face and Hayden rolled him over on his back, dragging her hand across his bloodied face. Ana smirked before drawing some football-esque eye black on her face with Hutch’s blood.))

MD: Aw, man, now she’s covered in someone’s beer and blood!
LJ: Forget all of that, Ana’s got a problem developing in the ring right now!

((Unfortunately for Ana, she came to realize the crowd wasn’t cheering for her impromptu paint session, but Hutch Lanahan standing behind her. Ana turns around and is in shock when she sees Hutch towering over her. She tries to create some distance by backing up, but Hutch isn’t letting up, forcing her to resort to a slap across his face! But that doesn’t stop him, so she hits another and Hutch keeps moving until her back’s against the ropes. Lanahan sends Hayden across the ring and goes for a back body drop attempt, but Ana manages to land on her feet! She quickly gets behind Hutch and hits him with a rolling cutter!))

LJ: I believe that’s a move borrowed from Bryan Williams!
MD: Who?
LJ: Anastasia’s boyfriend, I believe.
MD: Nah, that’s an Ana original!

The move puts Lanahan onto the mat and Hayden hooks the leg

1!

KICKOUT!

LJ: Original or not, Hutch kicks out at one!
MD: Yeah, that’ll teach her, stick to your own moves!

((Anastasia can’t believe it, but Hutch isn’t giving her anytime to process it as he’s up quick to drive his elbow right into the side of her head. Hutch rolls over and delivers a second elbow strike, catching Ana right above the eye and a cut instantly forming. Now both competitors were busted open and Ana rolled out onto the apron to escape, but Hutch was hot on the trail, joining her on the apron. Hutch got Ana in a waist lock, looking for a German suplex on the apron, but as he lifted her up, she popped up onto his shoulders and flipped backwards for a reverse hurricanrana right onto the apron!

The damage is done and again, the referee is hesitant to start a count, instead just checking on the two and neither party is moving just yet. The referee eventually starts a reluctant count as Hutch is leaning in the corner of the barricades and Ana is slumped against a set of stairs. The count continues on until Ana finally gets up to her feet and finding a burst of energy to charge toward Hutch, hitting him with a facewash, but in the process of doing so, her boot gets caught in the railing.))

LJ: Not a good spot for Ana right now.
MD: But maybe a souvenir for a fan.

((Ana struggles to get her boot free, but eventually she does and as soon as she turns around, Hutch is waiting for the Lanahan Lariat! The discus lariat turns Ana inside out, but it took all the energy Hutch had left as he can’t capitalize immediately on it. It takes a few seconds before Hutch can pull himself back up and drag Ana back into the ring with him. Lanahan hooks Hayden’s leg.))

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KICKOUT!

MD: She kicks out!
LJ: You can only wonder what would’ve been the result if Hutch got Ana in the ring sooner.

((The three count was almost there as Ana kicked out at the absolute last possible second. Lanahan looks like he’s on the verge of tears, just wanting the war to be over. Hutch rolled out of the ring, looking back under the apron and pulling out a second table in the process. The crowd eats it up, but he’s not done with just that as he also retrieves a black bag. Ana’s motionless as Hutch props up the table in the ring corner and turns his attention back to the black bag. He holds it up for the crowd to see before opening it up and dumping the contents onto the mat: Hundreds of thumbtacks!

Turning back toward Ana, Hutch goes to pick her up, but she’s been playing possum as she rolls him into a small package!))

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KICKOUT!

MD: That’s my girl!
LJ: Another near fall, but Hutch kicks out!

((The surprise didn’t work, but a well placed forearm strike drops Hutch to the canvas in a seated position. Instead of trying to finish the match with her sliding forearm, Ana walks away from Hutch to pick up a handful of thumbtacks. Back to him, Ana holds Hutch’s mouth open as she pours the thumbtacks into his mouth! Once her hand is clean, she takes off the ropes and comes back with Human Target Practice! The sliding forearm smash causes Hutch to spit out the thumbtacks as he falls back onto the mat and Ana quickly hooks the leg.))

MD: That’s gotta be it.
LJ: The referee starts the count.

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KICKOUT!

MD: How does he do it?!
LJ: I have no idea, but Hutch Lanahan will not be put down tonight!

Ana, not happy with the count, immediately hooks Hutch’s leg again

1!

KICKOUT!

((Falling back into a ring corner, Ana is in shock as Hutch starts moving again. She watches him like a hawk and as soon as he gets up to his feet, she charges at him, but he’s ready for it as he bends over to send her flying with a back body drop right onto the thumbtacks! Ana leaps up in pain and Hutch bullrushes her into the turnbuckle, driving his shoulder into her stomach repeatedly. The crowd is roaring with each shoulder thrust before Lanahan pulls Hayden back up to her feet for an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that puts her right back into the tacks!))

LJ: Ana covered head to toe in thumbtacks now!
MD: Beer, blood, and thumbtacks?! I’m not into this!

((For the second straight time, Ana jumps back up in pain and Hutch is ready with the Lanahan Lariat! But Ana ducks it and comes around in a waist lock! She rushes Hutch and herself against the turnbuckle for an O’Connor roll, creating enough room to use her momentum to lift Lanahan over and send him into the table set up in the corner!))

LJ: That’s SHEER! I don’t think we’ve ever seen Ana pull that off!
MD: That killed him!

((In the midst of the chaos, Ana is able to pull Hutch out of the wreckage and cover him for the pin.))

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3!

LJ: There you have it, fans. Our final High Roller Champion.
MD: Are they even alive right now?!
LJ: I’m not sure, Moses, but I think I do see some signs of life after that war we just saw.

((The match has finally come to an end as Anastasia Hayden put away Hutch Lanahan to retain the High Roller Championship one final time. The crowd is on their feet, showing their respect for both wrestlers, though neither one is moving after the bell rings as the referee takes the High Roller Championship from a crew member and awaits to give it to Ana. The victor rises to her feet and she takes the High Roller Championship, holding it high above her head as the crowd boos Anastasia.

While Ana celebrates with the title, Hutch begins to move and it catches the eye of the champion. Ana stands right in front of Hutch as the challenger looks up at them. It’s a tense staredown before Ana offers her hand to Hutch. A few more tense seconds follow before Hutch eventually gives in and accepts the help up to his feet. They continue to hold their hands before it turns into a handshake and soon enough, a hug!

Hutch raises Ana’s hand and she holds the championship up with her free hand. As Ana starts to make her way from the ring, it’s evident she’s struggling to move and Hutch is quick to help steady her; not that he’s in much better shape. The two broken, battered, and bloodied wrestlers climb out of the ring, holding one another up as they make their way up the entrance ramp one final time. The scene then cuts backstage.))

((Ally Morrow sits on a bench backstage in the locker room, dressed in black and pink wrestling tights and a ‘Future Mrs Gregory’ t-shirt thrown over her gear; her long blonde hair braided down her back. She frowns slightly as she lifts her leg and gingerly places it, pulled up at the knee, foot first onto the bench beside her, leaning into the boot that covers from her toes to the top of her calf. Her fingers run down the side of the boot and she shakes her head with a small sigh.))

Tyson Gregory: “It still causing you issues?”

((He walks in around her, he is in his ring gear and a ‘Maid Of The Mist’ Ally Morrow shirt. He leans down to eye her boot.))

Tyson Gregory: “It's good we haven't signed anywhere yet because I've noticed your limp, Ally Cat.”

((Ally frown slightly and shakes her head, unfastening the boot she tosses it to the floor, not looking to Tyson she slowly pulls up her tights, to reveal pressure bruising all around the ball joint and across the top of her foot.))

Ally Morrow: It's just the bruising, you'd limp too…

((She bites her bottom lip and tries to disguise a flinch as she turns her ankle over, rolling it slowly. She reaches down and tenderly touches at the ankle itself, some obvious swelling around the area.))

Ally Morrow: I'll just… tape it, Josh said that would help anyway.

((Tyson shakes his head and sighs.))

Tyson Gregory: Yeah maybe for training or something but that's… That's not healing properly Ally. We need to get you in with a new doctor to check it and this time you need to let it heal.

((He runs his hands through his hair.))

Tyson Gregory: Look, I know this match is important to you and I'm not going to suggest you skip it… But after this? After FSociety is closed? We are taking a break okay? You need to heal up and I need to be there for you. I want to be there for you.

((She sighs and drops her hands to her head, leaning over her knee she stares down at her ankle, obviously frustrated.))

Ally Morrow: It wasn't supposed to happen like this…

((Ally straightens and finally looks at Tyson, meeting his eyes she forces a smile on her face and half nods.))

Ally Morrow: Let's just focus on tonight, tomorrow can come and we can worry about all of this then, but for right now… pass me the tape.

((He smiles at her picking up a roll of athletic tape.))

Tyson Gregory: I told you I'm going to be there for you.

((He winks at her as he starts to carefully wrap and tape her ankle. Her focus shifts to his movements as she tries to hold her ankle steady, small pained noises escaping her on occasion.))

Ally Morrow: Ty…

((He looks at her, stands up and looks into her eyes.))

Tyson Gregory: Here's the thing okay? Healthy ankle or injured ankle? You are still Ally fucking Morrow. You hear me? You turned down pain medication at the hospital after that Monster's Ball match. You spit your fucking blood in your opponent's faces. You are my fucking badass!

((He presses his forehead against hers.))

Tyson Gregory: I believe in you… Period.
((The scene cuts away]

Co-Main Event: #FSociety Championship
Sarah Selena Lacklan versus Tyson Gregory

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LJ: Finally we’ve gotten to the first Co-Main event.
MD: I’ve been waiting all night for this! Sarah Selena Lacklan! Tyson Gregory! This is going to be fire!
LJ: I have no doubt about that!

Sasha Taylor: And her partner… weighing in at 140 pounds from Lacklanland… “THE BLOOD PRINCESS”… SARAH SELENA LACKLANNN!!!

((The lights go out as a red spotlight flashes down on the entrance area. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata begins to play over the PA system and Sarah Selena Lacklan steps out wearing a hooded robe. When she comes to the ring, she climbs the top rope, throws back her hood, and spews Red Mist into the air. She then looks around the arena, hands off her robe, and waits for the match to begin.))

LJ: Sarah is preparing for the biggest match of her life.
MD: It’s huge! This match is awesome!
LJ: I can’t believe this is the last time ever the belt will be defended.

Sasha Taylor: Coming to the ring next… weighing in at 221 pounds… He is the pride of London, England and he is your REIGNING and DEFENDING #FSOCIETY CHAMPIONNNNN… TYSONNNNNN GREGORYYYY!!!!

((The lights in the arena fade out as the big screen comes alive. Two taped fists appear on opposite sides of the screen, one glowing red with fire around it, the other a pulsating blue with an electrical current running over it. The two fists then crash into each other with an explosion revealing the name Tyson Gregory in their aftermath. "Dangerous” by Shaman’s Harvest starts playing throughout the arena as a bright spotlight shines at the top of the ramp. Tyson Gregory then steps out through the curtain with his head lowered and covered in a black hooded, sleeveless zip up hoodie and the #FSociety Championship strapped to his waist. Tyson flips his head up and the hood drops off his head as he makes his way down the ramp completely ignoring the fans. Once at the ring he pulls himself up on the apron where he leaps over the top rope and into the ring. He paces for a moment before settling in his corner where he takes off the hoodie and waits for the match to begin.))

MD: Look at the champ! He looks ready!
LJ: He’s always ready, that’s for sure.
MD: I know that because I basically just said it!
LJ: Okay, no need to be a jerk!
MD: I am a jerk though!

DING! DING! DING!

((The match begins as the two of them step towards each other. Sarah leaps up onto Tyson and wraps her arms around his head as she maneuvers herself to his back. She squeezes hard and Tyson drops to one knee for a moment. Back up to his feet, he pushes off and sends her into the ropes. She rebounds and comes at Ty with a crossbody splash, knocking him right back down. Sarah gets back up to her feet and heads for the ropes and hops over the downed Gregory. He kips up to his feet as she rebounds back for him, and he drives her down with a huge dropkick with one of his feet landing right into her face.))

LJ: Amazing back and forth so far!
MD: It is! And Tyson is going for the quick cover!

((Tyson hooks Sarah’s leg and goes for the pin.))

1…

2…

LJ: Thr-NO! Kickout!
MD: Too early to pick up a pinfall on Lacklan.
LJ: Indeed but it was a nice try.

((Tyson gets back up to his feet and pulls Sarah up with him. He goes to whip her into the ropes, but she reverses it. Gregory rebounds and leaps into the air, grabbing the back of Sarah’s head and nailing a slingblade. Tyson then lines Sarah up and hits her with a standing shooting star press and goes for the cover.))

1…

2…

MD:THR-NO! Another kickout by Sarah.
LJ: What an array of moves by Tyson though! That standing moonsault was off the charts!
MD: I agree with that, Tyson is at the top of his game here tonight. Sarah is going to have to really bring it to get the win here.
LJ: Indeed! She’s going to have to pull out all the stops because Tyson has only lost one time here in #FSociety, he’s a tough out.

((Tyson looks down at Sarah and sighs before getting up slowly. He reaches down to pull Sarah back up, but she manages to grab his head and pulls him down for a quick inside cradle.))

1…

2…

LJ: Kickout!
MD: Close call! Sarah almost won the championship with a roll up!
LJ: That would’ve been the craziest upset of all time.
MD: You can’t take Tyson down with a roll up! That’s just impossible!

((Gregory kicks out as he manages to tumble up to his feet. He uses a dropkick to Sarah sending her to her back down. Sarah gets up quickly and charges Tyson but he drives a knee into her gut and hits her with a snap DDT. Tyson goes for the pin.))

1…

2…

((Sarah kicks out and the fans cheer her on, clearly they’re happy that the match is not over.))

LJ: The fans are really enjoying this one!
MD: Can you blame them? This match has been awesome so far and both of these competitors are great!
LJ: You’re just glad it isn’t Adrien Cochrane fighting Tyson, aren’t you?
MD: We’re all glad for that! Ally is going to kill him later!
LJ: We’ll see about that I suppose.

((The two competitors are slow to get to their feet, showing a bit of exhaustion.))

MD: These two are really putting it all on the line tonight. They’ve exerted so much energy already.
LJ: Of course they are! This is the last show ever!
MD: It’s going to be a huge honor being the last ever #FSociety Champion. Whoever it ends up being, they’ll remember it for the rest of their lives.

((Tyson Gregory is slowly getting up as Sarah is up to one knee. Gregory quickly sees his chance, he steps back and charges forward connecting with a shining wizard sending Sarah hard to the mat. Gregory makes the cover, but Sarah’s arm is under the bottom rope. Tyson grabs her arm and pulls it away while keeping his cover.))

1…

2…

LJ: THR-NO! Sarah kicks out again.
MD: She’s a resilient one, I’ll give her that!
LJ: She’s definitely one of the most impressive competitors we’ve got on the roster and she’s showing that she’s more than just a tag team competitor.
MD: Hey, if she would’ve stuck as that, she could’ve been a tag champ but nope! She had to go after Tyson!

((Tyson gets up and pulls Sarah with him. She’s able to counter with a knee to Tyson’s gut before pushing him off of her. Sarah then uses the ropes for momentum and hits a running knee strike to Tyson’s head. He falls back as Sarah uses a nearby rope to hit a springboard moonsault. She hooks the leg for a cover.))

1…

2…

LJ: A kickout by Tyson!
MD: This one has gone back and forth so much! It's crazy!
LJ: Right? I can’t believe how back and forth of a contest this has been.
MD: I will give it up, Sarah is showing she belongs in this kind of match.

((After Tyson kicks out, Sarah is quick up to her feet, making sure not to let up. She picks Gregory up before she grabs him for a snap DDT, dropping him back down. Showing off her athleticism, she hits a standing moonsault this time and pins Tyson once again.))

1…

2…

MD: Tyson kicks out!
LJ: He did but what a flurry of moves from Sarah just now. She’s really bringing it all out tonight.
MD: It would be crazy if we saw a new #FSociety Champion tonight.
LJ: Sarah is fighting for her father’s legacy while Tyson is fighting for his own that he created. They both have different paths and goals but only one will come out on top.

((Sarah stands back and waits for Tyson to get up to his feet. She seems to be lining him up and waiting patiently. Tyson finally begins to stir as Sarah stalks him basically. He gets up to his feet and Sarah grabs his head from behind and nails him with a reverse DDT.))


LJ: THE ABYSS! THIS COULD BE IT1
MD: OH WOW!!!

1…

2…

LJ: THREE! THAT’S IT!
MD: Wait! NO! Tyson’s foot is on the ropes! It’s on the ropes!!!

((The referee points out the foot on the ropes to Sarah and she’s in disbelief.))

MD: This is insane!
LJ: I can’t believe it! We almost had a new champion!
MD: Tyson’s ring awareness was far too much!

((The fans are going nuts and Sarah cannot believe it. She gets up to her feet and complains to the ref. The ref argues back that he got the foot on the rope. This allows Gregory time to get up to his feet. Sarah turns and it’s too late and Tyson drops her with a hard clothesline. Tyson then drags her up by her hair and goes for the lifting single underhook DDT but right before he lands the DDT, Sarah slips out of it and Tyson goes flying backwards onto the mat by himself and he hits hard.))

LJ: What a counter by Sarah! She had Tyson’s finish scouted!
MD: And he went flying back to the mat pretty hard due to the momentum.
LJ: Sarah is wasting no time taking advantage… She’s lining him up!

((Sarah leans back into the corner, holding the ropes with one hand as she watches Tyson slowly get to his feet. As Tyson stands up Sarah charges and nails him with a shining wizard.))

LJ: SHINING WIZARD1!
MD: NO WAY! IT’S OVER! TYSON IS GOING TO LOSE! NOOOOO!
LJ: It’s not over yet! She’s got to pin him! But wow!

((Sarah quickly makes the cover.))

1…

2…

MD: THR-NOOOOOO! HE KICKED OUT! TYSON KICKED OUT!
LJ: I can’t believe it! Tyson’s willpower is off the charts!

((Sarah places her hands on her knees as she looks around in shock. The fans are chanting ‘Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!’ over and over. Sarah finally gets up and walks back to her corner. She lines Tyson up once again, waiting for him to get up so that she can go for the shining wizard once more.))

MD: Sarah is looking to seal the deal.
LJ: Tyson looks dazed!

((Tyson is starting to stir as he gets up to one knee. He then gets up and Sarah charges. Tyson turns and Sarah goes for the Shining Wizard but Tyson ducks under it at the last second. A surprised Sarah turns and grabs her before hitting a Lifting single underhook DDT.))

MD: The End of Your Sorrows!
LJ: I think that might be it!
MD: Tyson just dropped down on her for the cover.

1…

2…

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

MD: Tyson Gregory has done it! He’s defended his #FSociety Championship one last time, sealing himself as the greatest champion in #FSociety history!
LJ: What a match from these two! Sarah has nothing to be ashamed of! She went out there and gave her all.
MD: She did! But my dude Tyson wins!!

(("Dangerous” by Shaman’s Harvest blares over the PA system as the referee hands Tyson his #FSociety Championship.))

Sasha Taylor: Here is your winner and STILL… #FSociety Champion… TYSON GREGORY!!!


LJ: I can’t believe how great of a match that was. Lacklan had him!
MD: But Tyson has the heart of a champion and didn’t quit.
LJ: Anyway, it’s time to cut backstage!



((The scene cuts backstage to Chris Night sitting behind a desk with a suit and tie on. He’s clearly cleaned up after his match from earlier. He’s got a smirk on his face before he begins to speak.))

Chris Night: So, you’re all wondering, why Chris? Why did you close #FSociety? Why are up ending it here? Well, it’s simply. During Season Two of Inferno, Drayton screwed me over and closed the company after I ran it to perfection. And then here in #FSociety? I wanted him to feel involved… Like he was a part of this and then boom… The rug sweeped out from under him. Needless to say, I’ve pushed Drayton out and now I own ALL of #FSociety. So you all think this is over?

((Chris scoffs and shakes his head.))

Chris Night: This isn’t the end… This is just the beginning. So stay tuned… Because #FSociety will be back… And it’ll be better than ever.

((He laughs and then scene fades.))


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DING DING DING

Sasha Taylor: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall and is our main event!!

((The lights cut off in the venue as the fans stir for a moment. The big screen on the entrance has a simple word in big blue letters as the opening guitar riff for "Call To Arms" by Angels and Airwaves. Smoke comes out from top of the ramp, obscuring the fans view of who could be coming out.))

#BELIEVE

((The fans, realizing who was about to appear begin to cheer loudly and go absolutely crazy as he appears in the smoke as Tom DeLonge's vocals begin to echo throughout the arena. He begins slapping a lot of hands on his way to the ring. His black leather coat doesn't obscure the fact that his shirt has the same big blue word as the video screen did moments ago.))

LJ: And here comes one of the few people to ever hold that coveted #FSociety Championship.
MD: No one can ever take away the fact he was our champion and was able to defeat Tyson Gregory, but his opponent this evening will be his toughest yet.

Sasha Taylor: And making his way down to the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 190 pounds...he is the Dropkick King...ADRRRRIIIENNNNN COCHRAAAAAANNNNEEE!!!!!

((The former #FSociety Heavyweight Champion gives a couple more high fives before leaping on the apron and stepping between the top and middle rope as the second verse starts booming throughout the arena.))

~~Do you feel like you've lost everything you can lose?
This is it, can you hear me?
When you cry do your tears ever chill up the room?
Calling out in a moment of need.
Do you ever lay awake with a look in the eye?
Asking God if a wish is too big to deny
I will offer a line, and it's ready for use.
Let me know are you ready for me?~~

LJ: Cochrane has one objective tonight. Get revenge by ruining the streak.
MD: Yeah well...good luck with that. Allyson Morrow is a violent sociopath.

((Adrien removes the jacket and sunglasses, adjusts his elbow and knee pads awaiting the arrival of Ally Morrow. The arena in plunged into darkness as “”Big Bad Wolf” by In This Moment hits the speakers. A single yellow spotlight travels up the ramp, as it hits the stage, gold pyros go off and the lights come up to Ally Morrow standing on the stage with the Anarchy Championship strapped onto her shoulder. Her hand is on her hip as she’s staring out at the crowd with a smirk on her face.))

Sasha Taylor: Coming to the ring… weighing in at 120 pounds from Essex, England... She is the reigning ANARCHY CHAMPION…. ALLYSON GRACE MORROW!!!

((Allyson walks down the ramp occasionally pausing to smirk over her shoulder at the booing fans, she then climbs the steel steps and walks to the middle of the ropes, leaning her arms across the top rope, she sits on the middle rope like a throne and poses on it for a moment before pushing up and flipping over the top rope into the ring she lands on her feet and flips her long blonde hair back with a grin.))

LJ: Cochrane’s eyes are fixed on Morrow as she lands on her feet.
MD: He better watch out how he’s looking at her.
LJ: He’s not looking at her LIKE THAT!

DING DING DING

((The bell sounds as both competitors stare each other down. Adrien’s face reflects that of someone with vengeance on his mind, glaring with piercing daggers in his eyes. Allyson Morrow has quite the opposite expression on her face. Nothing more than confident smirks. She says something inaudible to Cochrane, which causes him to charge, but she trips him with a drop toe hold. Adrien is fast to his feet but he’s immediately dropped with a spinning heel kick to the face.))

MD: Look at them long legs!
LJ: Hey! Focus on the match!
MD: Well, Ally is going furious at Adrien with a bunch of stomps.

((Morrow unleashes a barrage of stomps before grabbing Cochrane by the hair and slamming it back to the mat. The fans start to boo until Adrien grabs her arm and is able to roll her over his body.))

LJ: Arm drag from Adrien.
MD: About time he showed some offense.

((Morrow is back on her feet, attempting a leg sweep but Adrien is already airborne with his most famous attack.))

LJ: And there’s the dropkick from the Dropkick King!!
MD: Eh, that’s at best a six out of ten.
LJ: You’re just saying that because it was on your favorite wrestler.
MD: You’re only saying that because you’re friends with Adrien!

((Morrow quickly rolls back up and eye racks Cochrane, which causes some boos from the fans. The referee immediately warns her about using that move again will get her disqualified, but she pays him no mind. She throws a strike into Cochrane’s chest before throwing him against the ropes, sending her knee into his midsection on the rebound. As he bends over for a moment, she puts him in a headlock before dropping him on his head.))

LJ: And a DDT from Ally Morrow.
MD: And here comes the booty drop!

((She connects on the booty drop on the downed Adrien. She attempts the first cover of the match.))

One…


Two…


Thr...NO!

((Cochrane gets his shoulder up. Ally immediately locks in an armbar on him before he is able to do anything right after the shoulder goes up. Cochrane clenches his teeth a bit as he pulls himself towards the rope before grabbing the bottom one. Ally doesn’t look like she’s too concerned to break the move when the referee says to, but Cochrane grabs the middle rope and propels himself off the ropes to turn her armbar into a roll up. As soon as he does, she breaks the hold before referee even counts one. Ally, wanting to stay on the offense, takes Adrien down with his own specialty attack, a dropkick to his back as he was attempting to get back up. She screams “Stay down, bitch” at him right before he trips her with a Russian Leg Sweep. He springs up and bounces off the ropes, connecting with a clothesline on Ally Morrow. They both get back up as Adrien quickly catches a kick from Morrow, tripping her other leg and leaping over her with a leg drop.))

LJ: I’m not quite sure Ally had any idea Adrien is as fast as he is.
MD: He’s a former track runner. How fair is that?!

((Cochrane stalks Ally, throwing his foot in the air to connect with his variant of the super kick, the Lightning Strike, but Ally is able to dodge it at the last second, bouncing off the ropes and hitting a crossbody on Cochrane before he could get his equilibrium from the missed kick.))

LJ: Though don’t get me wrong, Ally isn’t exactly slow in the ring.

((Ally tries to lock in the Anaconda Vise on Adrien, but Adrien quickly rolls on top of Ally and drills an elbow into the back of her neck.))

LJ: I don’t think Adrien wants to play on the mat with Ally, knowing her bread and butter is working on that mat.
MD: Probably the only smart thing he’s done all year.

((Ally throws a lariat in the direction of Cochrane but he rolls underneath it and attempts to use a very deadly attack the moment she turns around. Ally shoves Adrien’s back the moment she realizes what’s going on.))

MD: Oh thank GAWD!! He almost got that!
LJ: Ally Morrow was able to avoid getting hit with that Adrien Cutter.
MD: That wasn’t coming out of nowhere. He’s trying to make sure he gets this match over with. But Ally Morrow isn’t going to go down that easy, Cochrane.

((Adrien smirks, knowing he almost got the Adrien Cutter. Ally smirks because she’s being overly confident as usual. She beckons at Adrien to try something. He fakes a kick before spearing Ally Morrow.))

LJ: Well, that was the only thing to do against someone expecting something. Misdirection.
MD: Tricks will only get you so far, Cochrane! Wait, there she is!! There’s the Anarchy Champion!!

((Ally somehow turns the aftermath of the spear into a sleeper hold. Adrien rolls towards the ropes. Once more, Ally has absolutely no intention of letting go, even after the ropes have been reached, so Cochrane just pulls himself up and drops backwards, causing Ally to release the hold.))

LJ: Adrien has no intention of letting Ally get disqualified. He’s making Ally break the holds before the referee can even count it.
MD: That DQ is the only way he’s going to win though. Not smart, Adrien.

((Ally throws Adrien into the corner, but the referee was in the way and falls out of the ring. Morrow starts throwing strikes at Adrien before realizing no one was counting to ten.))

LJ: The referee is down! The referee is down!!
MD: Now things are getting interesting!!

((Morrow throws a kick at the back of Adrien’s head. The Dropkick King drops face first to the mat in the corner. Ally goes back to the opposite corner and grabs something the camera can’t see.))

LJ: What is Ally...oh…ohhhhhh…

((She starts waiting for Adrien to get back to his feet before she turns him around and starts spraying her black mist...but in the blink of an eye, Ally Morrow was dropped to the mat before the mist around her even dissipates. The fans start to cheer loudly once they realize what happened.))

MD: How the hell did Adrien...wait, is that his…?
LJ: Adrien snuck the sunglasses from his entrance back on his face and they covered his eyes!
MD: Oh come on!
LJ: He hit her with the Lightning Strike while she was still spraying her mist! Cover by Adrien!!

((The fans start counting to three, but at two, Adrien realizes there was no referee counting along with them. He tosses the now ruined pair of sunglasses, hops down the apron to check on the referee, wiping the rest of his face off with a towel as he does. Taking his eyes off Ally that moment ended up being a risk that didn’t pan out as she has already grabbed a steel chair. She swings and gets Adrien square in the back. She hits him again before tossing him back in the ring. She tosses the chair in the ring before getting back in herself, a bit slowly as she has a bit of a limp. As soon as she does, Adrien springs up again and hits a dropkick. He tosses her into the corner and sets up the chair in front of her.))

MD: What in the hell is he doing?!
LJ: I think...I think I know what he’s doing. If I’m right, he hasn’t done this in years!

((Cochrane backs up, sprints towards Ally, launches off the chair and hits a corner hurricanrana on Ally Morrow, tossing her way over the chair in the center of the ring.))

MD: What the hell was that?!
LJ: Whatever it was, it looked crazy!

((Cochrane starts to slowly get back up to his feet when Ally Morrow is the first one up and drills him with a low blow. Cochrane drops to his knees before she gets the chair once more, smashing it into his skull. After a few more bashings with the chair, Ally Morrow tosses the chair out of the ring as a replacement referee comes out from behind the curtain. Adrien has a little blood trickling from his head at this point. He slides into the ring as Ally drags Adrien to the center of the ring, still limping a little bit from her previous ankle injury.))

LJ: Please don’t let it end like this.
MD: He just got smashed in the head with chair three times, twice in the back. He’s not getting up. This is all she wrote!
LJ: Cover by Morrow, come on Adrien!!

One…


Two…


THR..NO!!!!

LJ: Adrien Cochrane kicks out! Adrien Cochrane kicks out!!
MD: What the hell?! He should have a concussion or something! Then again, he does have a thick skull.
LJ: Ally Morrow is PISSED!!
MD: I would be too!! She’s going to try to end it right here though.
LJ: Oh no...the Death Grip...she’s going to choke him out. And whether or not he gets to the ropes won’t matter either.

((Just as the words left the lips of Lizzie Jones, Ally Morrow locks in her finishing chokehold. Adrien flails around for a moment, moving slower and slower as the move stays locked in. The referee lifts Adrien’s arm twice with both of them resulting in drops.))

MD: Haha, bye bye, Cochrane!! No one has ever gotten out of this move!
LJ: Here comes the final arm raise.

((Adrien’s arm is lifted up and STAYS UP. He tries to roll Ally over, but can’t. He tries to pry her legs off next, but fails at that too. He tries one last ditch effort to get out of the move by twisting his own body and using his arms to get in a better position where he is now chest first on the mat instead of his back. He grabs Ally’s waist and picks her up before dropping her back on the mat.))

MD: What the hell!!
LJ: Adrien got out of the Death Grip! He turned it into a move you never see him do, a powerbomb!
MD: Well, he typically can’t do that to heavier wrestlers.
LJ: What he lacks in upper body strength, he makes up for in heart! That man never gives up!
MD: Geez, you two have a best friends forever hang out before the show?
LJ: Not in a few weeks, no.

((The Death Grip clearly took it’s toll on Cochrane as he is in a seated position for a moment. He uses the ropes to get back to his feet before looking back at Ally Morrow, who was slowly stirring before going under the middle rope to get on the apron.))

LJ: Now Adrien is the one who is going to try to end this here and now. This is the move that took down Tyson Gregory!
MD: It has such a lame name. Crescent City Connection. What does that even mean?
LJ: It’s the name of a bridge in New Orleans, dummy! Ally is up and ADRIEN CONNECTS!!
MD: No pun intended, right?
LJ: Hush! Cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!



THRE...WHAT?!

MD: YES!!
LJ: I can’t believe it. Ally Morrow goes down as the first person to kick out of the Crescent City Connection.
MD: Well, Adrien is the first to escape the Death Grip so fair is fair…

((Adrien runs his hands through his hair, completely shocked the move wasn’t enough to take down Ally Morrow. Morrow is back up before the shock wears off on Adrien, dropping him a neckbreaker. Adrien is up and back down following Ally’s special AK Spinebuster. She throws Cochrane into the corner and starts throwing wild punches at him. The camera is close enough to hear her taunt the Dropkick King as she keeps striking him.))

AM: You are nothing. You will always be nothing. I kicked out of your precious move. I hit your precious girlfriend with that mist after I got you. You will never avenge her and will never get this victory, Cochrane. I will beat you to an inch of your life before I let you leave this ring. You will never beat me or be better than me. You. Fucking. LOSE!

((Ally Morrow kicks Adrien in the chest with her tenth strike. She turns around after blowing a kiss to Cochrane and basks in the glory that is the boos from the fans. She turns around INTO AN ADRIEN CUTTER!! The fans go nuts as Adrien is immediately on his knees after the move.))

LJ: ADRIEN CUTTER!! HE GOT THE ADRIEN CUTTER!! SAY IT, MOSES!! SAY IT!!
MD: ...It came out of nowhere…
LJ: OUT OF NOWHERE!!

((Adrien stumbles for a second, but eventually gets the cover and hooks the leg.))

LJ: This could be it!
MD: Get up, Ally!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!!

LJ: I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!
MD: Neither can I…
LJ: But there is one person who always believed, according the hashtag on his social media accounts and across his shirt. Ally Morrow’s streak is over! The final match in #FSociety is possibly one of the greatest matches we’ve seen!

Sasha Taylor: Here is your winner...The DROPKICK KIIIING...ADRIEN COCHRAAAANNNEEEE!!!!

((Adrien can barely get back on his own two feet as the referee raises his arm to the sound of “Call to Arms” by Angels and Airwaves. Eddie Walker, Stacy Sterling, and Kenzie Rydell all come down the ramp to help get Cochrane roll out of the ring, holding him up at ringside until he assures him he’s got the strength to stand. As soon as he is on his own, he throws his arms in the air one last time while on the #FSociety ramp. The four begin to walk backstage, Eddie attempting to tend to the cut trickling a little blood on the forehead of Adrien. As Adrien’s music continues to play, Ally Morrow lies on the mat motionless, tired beaten and broken before Tyson Gregory walks out. He drops his championship at the top of the entrance way before charging towards the ring and sliding into it to check on his fallen fiancee.))

LJ: Wow… It’s over. That’s the end of #FSociety and the end of Ally Morrow’s winning streak. Way a way to go out.
MD: I really hope she’s okay.
LJ: I think the brutal matches she’s been in, especially the Gavin Grimes one, has taken it’s toll on the Anarchy Champion.
MD:Well, I guess this is it. What a Revelation tonight was!
LJ: Indeed. This is Lizzie Jones and Moses Dupress signing off…
MD: For the last time! Goodnight!