Post by Robb on Feb 24, 2017 5:01:44 GMT
((The opening riff to “Hardwired" by Metallica plays inside the Valley View Casino Center in San Diego, California. Highlights are shown over the big screen of what transpired at Episode Six of Anarchy. The video package shows the #FSociety Champion, Adrien Cochrane, nailing an Adrien Cutter on Pretty Boy Floyd and pinning him for a three count. Locke & Keyes are shown in their debut match, picking up a big victory over Cass Baumer and Fiona Marie Larson. Queenie is shown doing quick work of Spider in her impressive debut. Mario Cote and Wayne Trembley have an impressive debut by beating Nexus. The video cuts to Silas Romero making Drew Davies tapout, injuring Davies shoulder. Zooey West-Jaa is shown having the upper hand on Hutch Lanahan before Hutch pulls over the victory with a quick rollup. Finally, Seth Lawless is shown hitting Detroit is Burning on Diem Masters with Amber Richards stealing the pin for their team. When the video finishes, the camera view pans over to Khristina Valentine and Samuel Griffin at the announcer’s table.))
KV: We are here in the Valley View Casino Center in San Diego, California! Tonight we have a soldout crowd of 16,100 people!
SG: San Diego is finally getting a great show on its hands! Can’t say much for the Chargers!
KV: You can’t say that! They’ve had some tough losses!
SG: You know who’s gonna have a tough loss? James Edwards when he makes his debut against the legendary Ashleigh Jericho! Let’s also not forget about the I-10 Connection! Have you seen those guys? They look like killers and tonight they’re going to squash some Skittles!
KV: I wouldn’t count out Team Skittles or James Edwards tonight! Everyone has a fighting chance!
SG: Yeah, just how Gray Malone has a fighting chance in every match even though...
((The screen goes fuzzy and the announcer’s are interrupted as the video switches to a black and white shot of one of the clowns wearing a black hoodie is sitting in front of a camera somewhere.))
Clown: I’m disappointed. I think our message got a little… mixed. We attacked those two girls last week because they tried to uncover something that they had no business uncovering. Don’t forget about us, though. We don’t want a clear path to domination. We want to create a little… CHAOS.
((A line of static crosses the screen.))
Clown: We were hoping for more of a reaction from Robb Hardy. But he’s rightfully afraid of us. We thought Pretty Boy Floyd would have had a little more of a reaction. But so far, he’s been quiet. And everybody else… all of these little sheep… content in their own worlds and not realizing just what is happening before them. We are coming. A wave of change is taking over and when it happens… there’s nothing you can do about it. We want a fight. We want to see who thinks that they can stop the inevitable. We are in charge of #FSociety. This is our company. Come and try and take it back. CHAOS reigns supreme. Can you stop us?
((The static hits again, and not knowing that anything happened, Khristina and Samuel are still talking about the show.))
SG: You know what else is going to be great tonight? The Trios Match!
KV: Tyson Gregory, Alex Jones and Cass Baumer against Hutch, Zooey West-Jaa and Fiona Marie Larson! This match is going to be amazing!
SG: And before that, we get to see Adrien Cochrane lose to Aurora Knight! I hate that guy!!
KV: Yeah… We all know!
Match One: Anarchy Championship: Last Person Standing
Amber Richards versus Seth Lawless (Champion)
KV: Here we go! It’s time for the Anarchy Championship match! Seth Lawless, the champion, versus Amber Richards!
SG: Amber is hot but Seth is my dude! I love that guy! He’s a no-nonsense kind of guy!
KV: He’s quite the character but so is Amber.
Jennifer Taylor: The following contest is a Last Person Standing Match… Coming to the ring first... weighing in at 140 pounds from Norwich, England... "The Gypsy Rose"... AMBER RICHARDS!!!
(("Everything That Could of Been" by Kittie blasts on the PA system, the lyrics rolling out. As the song explodes after the first verse Amber Richards makes her way out with her black hair flowing down as she throws her head back and lets out a laugh. Amber makes her way down to the ring. She runs and slides on her knee across the apron before resting her body against the ropes as the music fades out.))
SG: We might be looking at the next Anarchy Champion! We haven’t had a sexy champion since Ash Scion! Woo! I might want Amber to win now, I think I’m convinced.
KV: You’re a pig.
SG: I know and it’s lovely!
Jennifer Taylor: And her opponent, weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan… He is “The Problem Solver” and the reigning Anarchy Champion.... SETH LAWLESSSSS!
((“This is the Time” by Nothing More blares over the PA system. The lights go off and when the opening guitar riff plays a man blasts through the curtains. It is Seth Lawless. He steps out and he looks at the fans. He shakes his head at the top of the ramp and then heads down the ramp towards the ring. He looks out at the crowd one last time and looks dismissively at them before sliding into the ring and preparing for the match.))
SG: Let’s get it Seth!
KV: I thought you wanted Amber to win?
SG: I can’t choose!
KV: It’s a great match up to say the least.
((The two competitors stare each other down. Lawless has a serious look on his face. The ref makes sure that both opponents are ready as they both nod.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: This match has been brewing for weeks now!
SG: It doesn’t matter who wins this match, both people are going to be feeling it! These matches are never pretty.
KV: And remember, in this match the opponent is the knock your opponent out for a ten count by any means necessary. There are no disqualifications in this match.
SG: DUH!!!
((The match begins as Lawless and Richards move in to lock out. Lawson then quickly nails Amber in the gut with a knee. Seth then grabs her by the head and nails a brutal DDT. Lawless drops to the mat and rolls out under the bottom rope.))
KV: I think Lawless is looking for a weapon!
SG: This is getting good early!
((Seth drops down and lifts up the ring curtain, grabbing two steel chairs. He tosses one into the ring over the top rope, and slides the second one in under the bottom rope. Amber sees this happening as she is quick to grab the first chair and pushes it out of the ring on the opposite side, but before she can grab the second one Seth cracks her on the back with the second chair. She falls forward to her knees, and he pulls back and cracks it again she falls face first to the mat as he yells at the ref to begin the count))
SG: HOLY CRAP!
KV: Amber is dead!
ONE
SG: I hope the body is still warm!
TWO
KV: That’s disgusting!
THREE
SG: It’s life!
FOUR
FIVE
((Amber starts to move as Seth yells at the ref to count faster.))
SIX
SEVEN
KV: Amber is getting up!
SG: SHE’S ALIVE!
((Amber is pulling herself up as Seth decides to drop the steel chair and instead grabs her head. He pulls her up to her feet as he sets her up and nails a suplex, sending her back onto the steel chair. She is down again as the ref starts another count))
SG: OUCH!
KV: That chair is demolished.
ONE
TWO
THREE
KV: This match is going to get brutal... fast.
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
KV: She’s making her way up again!
((Amber reaches up for the ropes as Seth cannot believe it. He yells at her to "stay down" as she tries to pull herself up.))
SEVEN
KV: She’s so close!!
SG: She’s resilient!
((She is able to get up to one knee, and back up to her feet. Seth heads outside of the ring, this time heading over towards the barricade. He leans up against it as a few fans slap his back, but he is met with a chorus of boos. He turns and reaches over the barricade, grabbing a bottle of beer from a vendor. Seth downs the beer and heads back into the ring.))
KV: He is going to use that bottle as a weapon!
SG: What the hell? I’ve never seen this before! And how did that fan get a bottle in here! NO BOTTLES ALLOWED!
KV: Really?
SG: Yeah! We need new security! Damn California security doesn’t compare to the ones in Vegas!
((Seth rolls back inside of the ring and heads over towards Amber. He looks to hit her with the bottle, but instead she is able to send a front kick to his stomach. He drops the beer bottle to the mat as it rolls around for a few seconds. She grabs him and hits a flowing DDT as his head hits the mat. She looks over and sees the steel chair still inside of the ring.))
KV: Amber is back in this match! I think she’s going for that chair!
SG: No! Don’t hit Seth’s beautiful head with that! They also go for the shiny heads!
((She picks it up and holds it over him, ready to swing. She then swings it down onto Seth’s chest over and over again. Seth rolls around before getting up on his hands and knees. Amber swings the chair down onto his back and then one final blow to his head, sending him down to the mat with the chair bent it half. Amber has a furious look on her face.))
KV: Oh my! Amber Richards is furious!
SG: Okay… Seth might be dead now.
KV: Right!?
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
((Amber picks up the beer bottle and stalks over Seth Lawless with it.))
KV: She’s not going to… Is she!?
SG: I think she is if Seth gets up! DON’T GET UP SETH!
KV: This is going to be bad.
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
((Seth is up to his knees.))
NINE
((Seth gets up to his feet in a daze just in time with his back to Amber.))
SG: DON’T TURN AROUND SETH!!!
KV: This isn’t going to be good!
((Seth turns around and Amber swings and cracks it over his head with the beer bottle shattering everywhere. Seth collapses to the ground with blood coming from his head and the referee begins the count.))
SG: Well… That’s it… We’ve got a new Anarchy Champion.
KV: You might be right but the referee needs to make the count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
SG: Seth isn’t moving!
KV: He won’t stop bleeding!
FIVE
SIX
((Lawless begins to stir and Amber’s jaw drops.))
SG: Lawless is getting up!
KV: I can’t believe it!
SG: I can! Seth losing is nonsense! And Seth Lawless is a no-nonsense kind of guy!
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
SG: Uh oh!
KV: This is it!
((Seth isn’t able to stand up but he rolls out of the ring and stands up on his feet on the outside.))
KV: Seth made it! He rolled out of the ring!
SG: I can’t believe that’s legal! But I’m okay with it!
((Amber exits the ring on a different side and rounds the corner, only to be met with a Mid-Level Superkick to the ribs of Richards. The momentum of her running with the sudden stop of the kick, she stops midair and falls to the floor hard. Lawless drops to his knees and blinks slowly. He then reaches under and grabs a ladder before pulling it out.))
SG: No Seth! Don’t climb up that thing! You’re bleeding already!
KV: I can’t believe how brutal this match has been.
((Lawless sets up the ladder on the floor near the commentary table. Amber is slow to get up as she holds her ribs. Lawless begins to climb up the ladder. Amber looks up to him. He jumps off towards her but she quickly jumps up herself connecting with a hard dropkick which sends him back into the ladder with it collapsing on top of him. He is down as the ref begins to count.))
KV: And just like that, Amber is back in this.
SG: Damn it! Stop hurting Seth!
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
((Seth tries to get untangled from the ladder, and tries to get up to his feet. He finally manages to get loose as he reaches up to the ring apron and pulls himself up. He turns around as Amber is holding a steel chair))
SG: DUCK SETH!
KV: SHE IS SWINGING FOR THE FENCES!
((Amber swings with all her might but Seth ducks under the chair. Amber turns around and Seth pulls the chair from her hands. He nails Amber in the gut with the end of the chair before slapping it on her back.))
SG: And Seth is back in control!
KV: This is going back and forth!
((Seth picks up Amber and goes to roll her on the announce table.))
SG: No Seth! Spanish announce table! Please!
KV: I think he’s listening!
((Seth nods at Samuel and rolls Amber onto the Spanish announce table. He picks up the chair and nails Amber in the chest with it before placing it down on her. Seth sets up the ladder and begins to climb up it until he’s standing on top of it. He looks down at Amber as the fans are going nuts.))
SG: Thank God someone listened to me! KILL THAT SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE SETH! KILL IT!
KV: This is going to be insane!
((Seth leaps off and does a frog splash off of the ladder and he lands on Amber, putting her through the table and fans begin to chant, “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”))
SG: OH MY GOD! THEY’RE BOTH DEAD!
KV: WOW!
SG: FUCK YOU SPANISH ANNOUNCE TABLE!
KV: SAMUEL!
SG: Vote Trump! Go to the polls! Build those walls!
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SG: Nobody is moving.
KV: This could be a draw!!
SEVEN
EIGHT
SG: Seth is moving! He is gett up to his knees!
NINE
KV: Will he get up!?
SG: COME ON!
((Seth gets up to his feet right before the ten count.))
TEN!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
SG: YES!!!
KV: SETH LAWLESS RETAINS!
Jennifer Taylor: The winner of the match and still your Anarchy Champion… SETH… LAWLESS!!!!
((Seth drops back to his knees and the referee hands him his Anarchy Championship as his music blares over the PA system.))
KV: Seth Lawless escapes with the victory! Amber Richards gave her all but it wasn’t enough.
SG: Amber will always be enough for me! Call me Amber!
KV: What a way to start off Anarchy! With a match that was literally Anarchy!
((Pretty Boy Floyd is standing with Horus in front of what looks to be basic brick wall. It could be somewhere in the building or it could be miles away, it’s that nondescript. He pushes his hair back as he begins to talk.))
Pretty Boy Floyd: I see the circus is back in town. This shouldn’t surprise anyone and it certainly doesn’t come as any shock to me. They’ve done nothing previously but show themselves to be two cowards who lurk in the shadows and creep. And now? They’ve done nothing to disprove that theory.
They want me to believe this isn’t about me? Of course it is. Anyone with eyes can see it. This is about me and whoever this is certainly has some sort of vendetta against me, that much is obvious. They can dodge around and lead us all to believe it's some sort of movement, but the fact of the matter is that this movement is only targeting one man, Floyd. So this is not a movement, it’s a personal vendetta again me.
A vendetta in which these masked cowards have shown themselves to be afraid. They deny this, but we look what’s happened and it’s plain to see. They want to prove that they are something bigger, better than they are portraying themselves? Then walk into the light, show us who you really are. Or are you afraid? Because that’s the way it seems to everyone.
Contrary to what you believe I’m not afraid of you, you’re afraid of me. It’s why you skulk around in the shadows and will only attack from corners. It’s why you laugh off my fooling you when it really does piss you off. If I can get one over you by merely putting a fucking mannequin in my room what would happen if I really put my mind to it. This so-called movement, the mastermind does not seem to be the genius he tries to be.
But you’re right in one respect. This is far from over. What you see here is me making you work for your little attacks. Search for me my little hunters. I will make you show yourself. For I am not a casualty of your cause. If you dare to step from the dark I’ll show you that your movement will die before it even has the chance to begin.
((Floyd looks to Horus who gives him a nod. The two men walk off together and the scene cuts back to ringside.))
Match Two: Tag Team Match
The I-10 Connection (Bully McCarron and Orleans) versus Team Skittles (Xavier Young & The Skittles King)
KV: We were just told about the little interruption to our opening earlier on. What is going on with these clowns?
SG: I don’t know, but Pretty Boy Floyd is standing up and I like that.
KV: This has all been so cryptic. These guys should take off their masks and let’s settle this.
SG: If it was only that simple.
KV: Let’s get back to the action. I think we’ve talked about these two clowns long enough. We’ve got three recent signings here in this next tag team contest. That’s worth talking about.
SG: What is the deal with these Skittles guys? One was bad enough. Now we have two?
KV: The Skittles King has joined Xavier Young and we now have Team Skittles here in #FSociety.
SG: Ugh. I like these bad asses, The I-10 Connection, though.
KV: They could establish themselves as a real threat if they can walk the walk like they talk the talk.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… At a combined weight of 450 pounds… XAVIER YOUNG and THE SKITTLES KING… TEAM SKITTLESSSSS!!!
(("The Skittles Song" by Stereo Witness sounds throughout the #FSociety arena as Xavier Young and The Skittles King appear on the entrance way with matching Skittle-colored attire. Xavier takes Skittles out of his pockets and begins to pelt them at fans in the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp with The King right behind him. They then slide into the ring and look ready to get to business.))
SG: Seriously, this is too much.
KV: I don’t think I could have predicted seeing two of these guys. But we did just have a couple of ice creams a month ago. So, yeah.
SG: Yeah, I’ll take these Skittles guys over that monstrosity any day.
Jennifer Taylor: And their opponents… at a combined weight of 470 pounds… BULLY MCCARRON AND ORLEANS… THE I-10 CONNECTION!!!
((“It’s About to Get Dirty” by Brantley Gilbert hits over the PA system as Bully McCarron and Orleans come out from the back with their hands raised in the air. The two men slap their hands together before dropping them down and walking towards the ring. Orleans slides into the ring and McCarron climbs the steps and then steps through the ropes. They both raise their hands up as they stand side by side of each other. After another double high five they wait in their corner for the match to start.))
SG: These guys are going to rough some people up here.
KV: This is the #FSociety debut of the I-10 Connection. Robb Hardy has been working hard to bring in new talent.
SG: The tag team division just got a lot tougher with these two boys.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Xavier Young and Orleans start things out for their teams. Orleans immediately shoots for his legs and takes him down. He stays on top of Xavier in a mounted position and starts pummeling him with shots from both hands. The referee begins a count and Orleans backs off. Xavier scoots back into his own corner and reaches up for The Skittles King to tag himself in.))
SG: I don’t think X wanted anymore of that.
KV: So now we get to see what this guy is made up of.
SG: A whole lot of crazy. That’s what he’s made of.
((Orleans grabs The King in a side headlock and grinds away at him. The Skittles King tries to push him off into the ropes, but Orleans keeps his tight grip in place. He then slams The King over with a side headlock takedown and tags Bully McCarron in. Bully comes in and keeps The King down with some stomps. He then drops down onto his back with a knee drop. He keeps his knee down on The King’s back and then pulls back on his head with a rear chinlock. He keeps a hold of his head with his left arm and then punches The Skittles King in the face with his right. He stands back up and waits for The King to work his way back up to his hands and knees. Bully slaps The King in the back of the head. He then pulls him up and drops him back down to his knees with a headbutt. The Skittles King pops up and drops McCarron down with a jawbreaker. He then dives forward and brings Xavier Young back in.))
KV: He needed that.
SG: Not sure how The Skittles King escaped that beating.
KV: You can’t take anyone for granted here in #FSociety.
((Xavier jumps over the top rope and knocks Bully back into the corner with a running chop. Orleans comes in and gets dropkicked down. Bully rushes out of the corner looking for a clothesline but Xavier ducks it, hits the ropes, and comes back with a leaping clothesline that knocks Bully down. Orleans is back up and kicks Xavier in the stomach. He tosses Young into the ropes but Xavier connects with a flying head scissors takedown that sends Orleans out of the ring. Young turns back around but Bully McCarron lays him out with a running shoulder tackle.))
KV: The numbers game finally came into effect.
SG: You can’t fight two men like these two big guys all by yourself.
KV: Well, he shouldn’t have had to. The referee needs to keep The I-10 Connection from both being in the ring.
((McCarron scoops Xavier up and bodyslams him down near their corner. He then drags him by the arm and leaves him sitting in the corner. Orleans is back up on the apron and tags back in. Orleans walks past Xavier and takes a swipe at The Skittles King. The Skittles King tries to get in the ring but the referee stops him. Bully McCarron starts choking Xavier from the floor while Orleans comes over and starts stomping away at him. Bully McCarron backs away as the referee finally moves on from The Skittles King and turns his attention back towards the ring. Orleans pulls Young out of the corner, lifts him up for a suplex, and then drops him down face first onto the mat with a Gourdbuster. Orleans sits over Xavier and keeps him down, using a series of clubbing forearms to both sides of Young’s head. He gets up off Xavier and brings Bully back into things. McCarron doesn’t hesitate to step into the ring and then slams down with all of his weight on Xavier’s back with a senton splash. He continues to lay back on Xavier and taunts The Skittles King. McCarron takes his time pulling Xavier up in position for another suplex. Xavier counters with a small package.))
1…
2…
((Bully powers out of the pin attempt and both men scramble to their feet. Bully swings wildly with a clothesline attempt that Xavier is able to duck under. Young hits the ropes and comes back with a springboard elbow that knocks Bully down.))
KV: Both men are down and Xavier Young needs that tag.
SG: That was a nice counter but he isn’t safe yet.
((Xavier works his way towards his corner but Bully grabs him by the ankle just before he can reach out to The Skittles King. Xavier turns back towards McCarron and clips him in the back of the head with an enzuigiri. He then moves a little faster as he dives out and tags The Skittles King back in. The Skittles King escalates to the top rope. Bully McCarron gets up and The Skittles King leaps off with a top rope axe handle smash. The Skittles King pulls him back up and connects with an Atomic drop. Bully stays on his feet but lands back in the corner. The King charges in with a clothesline into the corner. He pulls McCarron out of the corner and kicks him in the stomach. He reaches down and grabs him around the waist, looking to lift him up.))
KV: Are we going to see a SkittleBomb?
SG: I doubt it.
((Bully stops The Skittles King from lifting him up and throws him over instead with a back body drop. Bully pushes The Skittles King back into the ropes, then throws him up into the air, and drops him down onto his knee with a pop up gutbuster. Bully takes his time pulling The Skittles King up and then whips him as hard as he can into The I-10 corner. Orleans tags in, but Bully stays in with him to double team The Skittles King with relentless punches. The referee tries to get Bully out, but they don’t stop. Xavier Young comes in and leaps on Orleans’ back. Orleans walks into the middle of the ring and then flips Xavier over with a huge snapmare. Xavier staggers up and Orleans drops him with a drop toe hold down onto the positioned and waiting knee of Bully McCarron.))
KV: The Draw Bridge from the I-10 Connection.
SG: Xavier just got put to bed.
KV: This can’t end well for The Skittles King.
((Bully tosses Xavier out of the ring. The Skittles King charges out of the corner at both men but gets lifted up and slammed down with a double belly to back side slam. Orleans drops down for the cover while McCarron makes sure Young stays down on the outside.))
KV: That was a Long Road to Nowhere for The Skittles King.
SG: Finished.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here are your winners… THE I-10 CONNECTIONNN!!!
((“It’s About to Get Dirty” by Brantley Gilbert hits over the PA system and Bully McCarron and Orleans get their hands raised by the referee. Both men pull away their arms quickly and stand over The Skittles King in intimidating fashion. Finally, they both roll out of the ring and start backing up the ramp.))
KV: An impressive showing from The I-10 Connection in their debut here tonight.
SG: I liked what we just saw. Domination.
KV: That’s another tough team added to the list of a growing and increasingly good tag team division here in #FSociety.
((Circling vultures suddenly appear on the screen and a scream is heard. Then a single bulb hanging over the electric chair and the large frame of Corey Bull comes into view.))
Bull: At the last show, everyone saw Amber Richards get the pin for her team against Diem. It was a great victory for Damon and company… but with a flaw. Well, to be more specific… two flaws. Amber and Diem were not the legal wrestlers. In fact… we were… and Seth Lawless was.
But that isn't the only thing on our mind right now. We have started to notice a pattern here. We thought maybe we were just seeing things a few weeks ago. But then… we saw it again. And then again. And now… this week too. And now we see the truth. Now we see that Robb Hardy is afraid of what we can do.
((Bull’s laughter echoes in the room.))
Bull: It’s true if you understand things. He continues to place us in tag matches or matches involving half a dozen people. Sure… we got our hands on Renee. But he couldn’t stop that from happening even if he wanted to. He had to let us fight him… or we would have torn the show apart trying to get to Renee. But since then… he has continued to place us in tag matches. He is afraid of what we can do… afraid of what we can accomplish here.
Just look at the six man tag match. The ref counted the three… but neither one was the legal person. And yet… Robb stands behind that decision. It’s ok he says… blah blah blah. But you know… had that happened to Tyson or Adrian… he would have made restitution. It’s just another example of people trying to hold us back.
((Bull’s grin becomes sinister.))
Bull: Well, we are going to have to make this right on our own then. We are going to have to fix this blatant mistake. And so we come to you Seth. It’s ironic that it was you and us. You sitting over there with your Anarchy Championship. And now you have other opportunities for titles in front of you. That’s great… but we are not done with you. You see… we want that title you carry. We want to lay waste to you. But you hide behind your “get in line” phrases. So let us sweeten the pot. Let us offer you, and in retrospect Robb Hardy, the one thing that no one has been able to take yet. The one thing that you can't hang on your mantel, but can always claim to be the killer of for all time. Our career.
((Bull sits back, the grin still there.))
Bull: You and us… one on one… in a Three Stages of Hell match. First match Submission. Second Match Falls Count Anywhere. And the third, if needed, a Ladder Match. You put up the Anarchy title. And we will put up our career. No other federations… no going somewhere else. If you beat us… you can claim that you ended the seventeen year reign of destruction that was the title filled career of Corey Bull. And you Robb… you can smile and stop being afraid of the dangers we present. We look forward to your answer.
((Bull chuckles, then images of circling vultures and a long scream are seen before it goes black and the camera switches location.))
Match Three: Singles Match
James Edwards versus Ashleigh Jericho
SG: Here we go! It’s time for the long awaited debut of my boo! Asheigh Jericho!
KV: I think Gavin Grimes would have something to say about that.
SG: I don’t care what that idiot thinks! He’s not here!
KV: You’re ridiculous.
SG: I know! It’s great!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 120 pounds from Las Vegas, Nevada... ASHLEIGH JERICHOOOO!!!
(("True Colors" by Zedd featuring Kesha hits and the fans rise to their feet. All eyes are on the stage as Ashleigh Jericho steps onto the ramp dressed in a sleeveless hoodie over her wrestling gear. The hood helps to conceal her expression as she starts down the ramp, eyes trained on the floor. Fans reach out for her; some chastising, some cheering as she passes but she pays them no mind. Stepping through the ropes she bounces on her toes before shrugging the hoodie off and tossing it aside. Her cold piercing gaze stares across the ring, pacing in eager anticipation for the match to begin.))
SG: She looks mad.
KV: Doesn’t she always?
SG: Yeah. But it’s like a crazy kind of mad. She’s my favorite kind of crazy!
((The house lights go down. The auditorium is bathed in blackness. As anticipation builds a blinding flash of light and the opening chords of “Once More ‘Round the Sun” reveal James Edwards in the entrance way down on one knee staring dead ahead to the ring. He is clad in a purposefully designed worn leather jacket with the words "Burning Heart" stitched on the back, an eagle feather in a plastic pouch sewn on the front and an attached hood that is up. His lower half is covered by long, black wrestling tights with royal blue trim.))
Jennifer Taylor: Fighting out of Lexington, Kentucky and weighing two hundred four pounds… He is “The Burning Heart,” JAAAAMESSS EDWAAARRRDDDSSS!!!
((Moving with the swift beat of the music Edwards strides to the ring, ignoring the evenly split reaction from the crowd, and takes a walking lap around the ring before stopping at the stairs. He breathes deeply and pulls his hood down before entering the ring. Once inside he does four quick martial arts bows to the audience and awaits the beginning of the match.))
SG: BOO! Who is this guy? He looks boring. In fact, he sounds boring. James Edwards? What kind of generic name is that?
KV: Hey now! James is a seasoned vet and he’s traveled through a great deal of companies. This match should be good.
SG: I’ll continue to have my doubts.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The referee rings for the bell and Edwards sprints towards Ashleigh Jericho. James Edwards goes for a clothesline but Ash ducks under it. He bounces off the ropes and charges at her again but she takes him down with a drop toe hold. She stands over him and begins to trash talk.))
KV: Ashleigh Jericho is giving him some lip!
SG: She can give me some lip!
KV: SAMUEL! THAT’S DISGUSTING!
SG: What!?
((Edwards slaps the mat in frustration and gets up in Ashleigh’s face before he nails her with an open handed hit to the fast. Ashleigh holds onto her cheek and her cocky grin fades as her eyes turn cold.))
SG: He messed up!
KV: Ashleigh looks pissed!
((Edwards grabs Ashleigh by her hand and whips her into the corner. He charges at her and she nails him in the gut with an elbow. She grabs Edwards by the head and nails a snap DDT on him.))
SG: What a move by Jericho!
KV: Edwards might be out!
SG: She’s making easy work of James right now.
((Ash stalks James and waits for him to get up. He stands up and turns around and Ash goes for a superkick but James ducks under it. He grabs Ash and goes for his patented small package driver but Ash turns it into a roll up.))
1…
2…
KV: Kickout by James!
SG: Ashleigh Jericho is the master of the roll up! She taught Gavin!
KV: I think Gavin might’ve taught her.
((The two competitors get up on their feet quickly. James hits Jericho with a few jabs but she counters with a leg sweep that knocks him down. Edwards gets back up quickly and Ash nails him with an enzuigiri. Edwards gets knocked back and rebounds off the rope, going for the rebounding lariat but Ash ducks under it. Edwards turns and Ash nails him with a superkick that drops him to his knees.))
SG: What a kick! Edwards looks dazed!
KV: This could be it!
((Ash blows a kiss to James before nailing him with a roundhouse kick to the temple. He falls lifelessly to the ground and Ash goes for the cover.))
SG: THE LONG KISS GOODNIGHT! It’s over!
KV: What a kick! I’ve never seen it live until now!
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: The winner of this match… ASHLEIGH JERICHO!!!
KV: She had control for most of this one. Ashleigh Jericho could be a real dangerous addition if she keeps this going.
SG: Give me more.
(("True Colors" by Zedd blares over the PA system as the referee tries to raise Ashleigh’s hand in the air but she pulls it away and gives the referee a cold stare. She rolls out of the ring and walks up the entrance way before the scene cuts away to backstage.))
((Daisy Locke and Sarah Keyes are standing by backstage before their match with #FSociety GM Robb Hardy.))
Robb Hardy: Both of you are okay after last week?
Locke: You saw the reports. Clean bills of health… both of us.
Keyes: We don’t really want to do that again, but we’re okay. Ready to go tonight.
Robb Hardy: Good. I’m glad to hear it.
Locke: Like we said earlier in the week, out of respect to you and your advice, we’re going to stay out of this.
Keyes: Time to focus on what’s in front of us and nothing else.
Locke: We’ll let you handle that mystery.
Robb Hardy: That’s probably the right idea. I don’t know exactly what’s going on still, but I’ll figure it out. If someone is going to get hurt over this all, I’d rather it be me than you or anyone else who has nothing to do with this.
Keyes: So just keep an eye on us. We know we’re still new here and all. But we’re motivated.
Locke: We know your champs are good, but they haven’t been tested since they won the belts.
Keyes: Give us the chance to prove ourselves. We’d love the opportunity to prove ourselves.
Locke: Just keep us in mind. That’s all we ask.
Robb Hardy: I’ll be watching your match tonight. We will see what happens from there. No promises. We’ve got a lot of new teams stepping up to the plate. Keep up the good work and you’ll get rewarded.
Locke: That’s all we need to hear. Thanks.
((Robb shakes both women’s hands and walks off. The two ladies look at each other and smile. They bump their forearms together as the scene switches.))
Match Four: Singles Match
Pretty Boy Floyd versus Mario Cote
KV: This is an interesting contest. Pretty Boy Floyd has been riled up again by the clowns and Mario Cote is in singles action for the first time here in #FSociety.
SG: And our boy Wayne Trembley is in the ring with a microphone. This will be great.
KV: Really? Wayne is going to announce Mario?
SG: Why not?
KV: This place is a circus.
Wayne Trembley: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 202 pounds and representing Lasalle, Ontario, Canada… The second sexiest man alive, my best friend, and brother… MARIO COTEEEE!!!
((Nickelback’s "Gotta Be Somebody" comes over the PA as Mario Cote comes out on stage doing a mocking salute to the fans. He has the Canadian flag in his free hand, and grins as the fans reign down boo’s. He walks to the top of the ramp does another salute and slowly walks down to the ring. He takes the steps up to the apron, wipes his feet, and climbs into the ring taking care that the flag doesn’t hit the mat. He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and starts to wave the Canadian flag as he waits for his match.))
KV: Floyd is going to have a two on one situation at this rate.
SG: Like he can’t handle that.
KV: We need a little order here.
Jennifer Taylor - And his opponent, hailing from St Petes, Florida and weighing in at 237 pounds… PRETTY BOYYYYY FLOYDDDD!
(("G.O.A.T." by The Cult blasts out over the PA system. Pretty Boy Floyd slowly walks out onto the center of the stage. Looking around him, he starts to nod to the crowd and raises his arms outright. Walking down the ramp he basically ignores most of the jeers and cheers thrown his way before reaching the steps. Climbing to the apron he stops and looks round behind him, finally acknowledging those in attendance. He smirks at them before side jumping over the top rope. Walking backwards to the centre of the ring he drops to one knee before, again, lifting his arms outright.))
SG: Now he can teach Mario a bit about singles completion.
KV: The amount of cheating about to go down is going to be unreal.
SG: You might be surprised.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Wayne Trembley is on the outside holding the Canadian flag when the bell rings. Mario rushes Floyd who delivers a drop toe hold to the charging Canadian. Floyd floats it over into a side headlock. Mario reaches for the ropes but it is no use.))
KV: Mario was over excited there.
SG: Missed him by an inch.
KV: Floyd is a veteran. He has seen everything.
((Mario is able to power up to a knee while Floyd works over the headlock trying to wear down the younger man. Mario is able to get to his feet and back into the ropes. He tries to push Floyd off but Pretty Boy puts on the breaks and drops to a knee taking Mario down with him. The two are in the middle of the ring as Mario powers up again. This time he picks up Floyd and nails a modified backdrop onto Floyd. The two men get to their feet quickly and come together in a collar and elbow tie up. Mario starts to come out of the tie up with a armbar but Floyd kicks him in the gut and goes back to the standing side headlock. He then hip tosses Mario over taking him to the ground. Floyd picks up Mario and nails him with a Falcon Arrow and goes for the pin.))
1…
2…
KV: Kickout!
SG: That’s it, Mario. Survive. Just like those cold Canadian winters. Just survive it until your summer comes.
KV: What in the hell are you talking about?
((Mario is able to kickout in time. Floyd picks up Mario but gets hit with a thumb to the eyes. Floyd grabs at his face and ref goes to check on him. With his back turned Mario delivers a release German suplex onto Floyd. Mario gets to his feet and picks up Floyd quickly. Floyd still seems to be suffering from the eye poke as Mario Cote nails a lifting DDT.))
SG: Mario has the momentum now.
KV: Yeah, after a blatant thumb to the eyes.
SG: Mario is keeping the pressure on. Smart man.
((In the ring, Mario places Floyd into a single leg crab submission in the middle of the ring. Floyd inches his way toward the bottom rope getting closer and closer as Mario keeps his balance and pressure on Floyd. Floyd reaches out and just misses the ropes due to Wayne Trembley pulling them back. Floyd hits the mat tired from crawling to the ropes as Mario waddles him back to the middle of the ring. The referee is scolding Wayne and he backs away with his hands in the air in a defensive manner. Floyd makes his way to the ropes again, with pain etched across his face. The ref points Wayne to another side of the ring. Floyd hits the ropes but Cote won’t break the hold. The ref starts to count.))
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
SG: He let go just in time.
KV: He keeps maximum pressure on the veteran.
((Mario picks up Floyd who explodes up with a European uppercut rocking Mario. Floyd then quickly nails a snap suplex. Floyd gets up to his feet and lays some boots into Cote. Floyd then picks up the Canadian and slings him into the ropes. When Cote comes back he nails him with a snap spinebuster. He then picks up a leg, twirls around and drops back into a figure four leg lock. Mario screams in pain as he reaches for the ropes.))
KV: Just like that the tides have turned.
SG: Floyd looks ticked off that Cote has gotten the best of him for a bit.
KV: Cote is the one in pain here. He either needs to turn that over or get to the ropes.
SG: Come on Wayne. Help your buddy out.
((Mario tries to reverse the figure four but to no luck as Floyd is able to stop him from turning over. Mario tries to make it to the ropes but Floyd applies more pressure stopping Mario from being able to gain any traction. Wayne on the outside places the flag on the ring apron and starts to clap his hands. He then climbs to the apron himself clapping to no fan participation. The ref comes over and tells him to get down. Wayne kicks the flag to Mario, who picks it up and nails Floyd with it. Mario then slides the pole outside the ring. Wayne drops down and picks up the flag as Mario is covering Floyd. The ref drops down for the cover.))
KV: Not like this!
1…
2…
KV: No! Floyd kicks out!
SG: I thought he had him there.
KV: Nobody wanted to see it end like that. The referee needs to get Trembley out of here.
((Mario picks up Floyd and slaps him in the face. Mario swings and Floyd ducks, coming up with a stiff right, then another and another. He kicks Cote in the stomach, hooks him by the arms, and throws him over with a double underhook suplex. Floyd is focused on Cote and stomps away at him but doesn’t see as the crowd begins to turn and look up.))
KV: What is going on in the crowd?
((Trembley jumps up on the apron again and Floyd pulls him over into the ring. He starts beating on him as the camera pans up to show a man in the crowd wearing a black hoodie and a clown mask.))
SG: The clowns are here.
KV: THere’s just one and Floyd doesn’t see him. Could the second be around somewhere?
((Horus sees the clown and jumps over the barricade. He starts heading up through the crowd but the camera pans back up and the clown is gone. Floyd tosses Wayne out of the ring and then hits Mario with a clothesline. He lines up and waits for Mario to get back to his feet, connecting with a Melon Melt. Floyd rolls Cote up and goes for the pin.))
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… PRETTY BOY FLOYD!!!
KV: Floyd overcame a lot of adversity and is victorious tonight.
SG: I’m not sure what all happened there at the end. I think Floyd might have cheated a little.
KV: What? Are you crazy? He overcame so much to get that win.
((Horus comes back from the crowd and gets Floyd’s attention. Floyd slides out of the ring and heads towards Horus. Both men head through the crowd and follow in the direction of the clown that Horus saw.))
KV: Floyd isn’t done tonight. He’s going to settle this with these clowns one way or another.
((Allyson Grace Morrow leans against a wall backstage; dressed in her ring attire already, a pair of red wrestling tights, black knee high lace ups and a black cropped top with red detailing. Her long blonde hair is braided tight down her back, she half smiles at the camera, pushing off the wall with a sigh.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: When I challenged Gray Malone it was for one reason and one reason only; to right a wrong. To show him that he cannot continue to run around shooting his mouth off without consequences.. That eventually; all his little ‘Fight me!’ battle cries would come back to haunt him.
Today is that day.
((She shrugs slightly, as the smile disappears from her face.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: But then, Gray kept pushing - it wasn’t enough that I wanted to defend something that honestly, was never my place to defend - it wasn’t enough that I promised him alllll the pain he could hope for…
No, Gray Malone the walking fucking shit-talking machine kept pushing, dredging up old comments and nicknames, calling me little rabbit all over social media as though the nickname my dead grandfather gave me was a joke….
((She bites down on her jaw, obviously angry but trying to keep her composure for the camera.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: You have a habit of doing that… Don’t you Gray? Jumping in with both feet and running your damn mouth then apologizing after; begging off for forgiveness or some wanton feeling of belonging as though having your ass handed to you and being humiliated by person after person, will somehow garner you affection in the eyes of the roster.
((Ally laughs, a humourless almost cold laugh as she shakes her head once more.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: You are not deserving of affection, respect, or anything else you crave like a dejected fat kid sat at the back of the class; you’re not and outsider Gray - you are simply unwanted. Unwelcome.
Aside from a few insipid little bimbos hanging off your every word as though they can somehow pass off your friendship - or business - as anything noteworthy, when in reality all you’d do is drag those names into the muck with you….
Aside from those? You’re a joke - a nothing… The ONLY reason this match means anything tonight is because every. Single. Person. Who hashtagged team Ally, did so because they know this is it for you Gray…
You stared into the Abyss….
((She leans in close to the camera now, her eyes unblinkingly stare down the lens.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: And the Abyss is staring right back.
Match Five: Tag Team Match
Corey Bull/Diem Masters versus Locke & Keyes
KV: I’m looking forward to this next tag team match.
SG: I’m looking forward to seeing how much damage Corey Bull can do here, too.
KV: That wasn’t what I was going with.
SG: Well, that’s what I think. And really, that’s all that matters.
KV: Keep telling yourself that.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a Tag Team match. Coming to the ring first... at a combined weight of 254 pounds and from London, Ohio... they are LOCKE AND KEYES!!!
((“Iodine” by Icon for Hire hits over the PA system. Sarah Keyes comes spinning out from the back with her arms extended out. She knees down at the center of the stage as her partner Daisy Locke comes out and stands over her. Daisy leans over, draping her arms over her partner and whispers something into her ear. They both then stand up and play to the crowd as they head down to the ring. They slide into the ring together, with Keyes spinning around a little with her arms still out. Keyes pops her head through the ropes with her arms out and Locke comes up from behind her and stands over her with her arms in the air. They head to the opposite side of the ring and repeat this process for the other side of the crowd. The two ladies stand together and whisper back and forth as they wait for the match to start.))
KV: Two weeks ago we saw a first victory for Locke and Keyes.
SG: But that was up against two women that had never worked together. This is against a couple, and one of those two is a monster of a man.
KV: There’s no doubt that their opponents will be tough, but we’ve seen toughness out of both Daisy Locke and Sarah Keyes so far. I’d be hesitant to bet against them.
Jennifer Taylor: And their opponents… at a combined weight of 535 pounds… COREYYYY BULL AND DIEM MASTERS!!!
((The lights of the arena go dark and cell phones light up as the rifts of “My Demons” by Starset starts to play. Strobe lights beat with the music and the large frame of Corey Bull appears on the stage with Diem Masters beside him. A single spotlight comes on Bull and Diem and the strobes shut off. As the music plays Bull crosses his arms over his head, then throws his arms down as the music picks up and a mushroom cloud explosion goes off behind him. They walk to the ring, with the spotlight following them. Bull climbs into the ring and walks to the center of it. Diem climbs the steps, wipes her feet on the mat, and then steps in the ring as well. He slides the hood off of his head and throws his arms into the air, crossing them at the wrist again and the stage explodes again into alternate flame pyros. The crowd roars as the lights come up and Bull and Masters get ready for a fight.))
KV: We saw these two on the same team at the last Anarchy as part of the Lethal Lottery Trios tournament, but this is the first time these two have been involved in tag team action here in #FSociety.
SG: I like the potential of this team.
KV: It is an interesting pairing when you look at the differences between the two of them.
SG: If I’m Rebel Ink, I’m watching this one carefully.
KV: I’d agree… for once.
((Sarah Keyes and Diem Masters stay in the ring for their respective teams to open up the match.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Masters and Keyes carefully approach each other and lock up. Masters shows off her power and tosses Sarah into one of the free corners. She then charges in but Keyes gets a boot up, catching Diem in the face and knocking her back a few steps. Keyes throws herself over the top rope and to the apron. She then jumps off the top rope and looks for a flying clothesline. Diem rolls forward and ducks under the shot while Keyes misses, lands on her feet, and rolls forward as well.))
KV: Masters avoided a big shot there early. Both ladies did well to avoid getting hurt on that one.
SG: It looks like they are both taking the moment to reset.
KV: We have tags on both sides.
((Corey Bull and Daisy Locke both tag in. Locke hits Bull with a forearm shot to the face that doesn’t move him. He waves her to try again. She throws another big shot but he doesn’t budge again. He then pushes her back into the ropes. She comes back with a running kick to his stomach. Locke grabs him by the arm and takes his back with a hammerlock. He tries to elbow his way free, but he’s too tall and she is able to keep low enough to avoid the shot. He then spins around, pulls Locke in towards him, and slams her down with a swinging side slam.))
KV: The Downward Spiral! That early!
SG: Ha! She just got dropped.
KV: Corey Bull could have this one just that quick.
1…
2…
((Locke throws her shoulder up at the last second and the camera cuts to showing Sarah Keyes looking on in shock. Bull pulls Locke up off the mat and twists her arm. He pulls her towards his corner and tags Diem Masters in. Diem climbs up to the top rope and drops down with an axe handle smash to Locke’s exposed elbow. Locke drops down to a knee so Diem connects with a knee to her face. Daisy drops back and then ends up on her hands and knees. She starts trying to work her way towards her own corner but Diem hits her from behind with a forearm shot to the back of the head. With Daisy flat on the mat, Diem kicks away at her three times before pulling her up by the head. She looks for a suplex, but Daisy blocks it with her leg. Locke then spins out of the hold and puts Diem in a hammerlock. Diem charges backwards and slams Locke into the corner where Sarah Keyes is standing. Keyes tags herself in without Masters knowing. Masters elbows Locke and gets away but she doesn’t see Keyes leap over the top rope. Keyes hooks her around the head and takes Masters down with a head scissors takedown. Diem gets up quickly and Keyes connects with a dropkick that takes her down again. Both women hurry to their feet once more. Diem comes at Keyes with a big boot that she is able to avoid. Keyes jumps at the ropes and then springboards back with a flying back elbow that catches Masters in the face. Keyes stays down on top of Diem and goes for a cover.))
1…
2…
KV: A kickout.
SG: That looked cool, but it wasn’t enough.
KV: This match got real intense, real fast.
SG: Let’s see who is tough enough to survive this one. My money still feels safe on the giant waiting to get back into this one.
((Both women get up and Keyes connects with some kicks to the body. She takes a step back and throws a high kick that Masters ducks under. Masters pushes Keyes forward into the ropes. Keyes bounces back and Diem drops her with a clothesline to the back of the head. She then drags her by the arm over to the corner and reaches back to tag Corey Bull in. Bull comes in and drops a leg drop down onto the back of Sarah’s head. He then rolls her over and goes for another cover.))
1…
2…
((Keyes kicks out at two. Bull sits her up and stays behind her. He holds her by the head and then throws a big clubbing forearm to the side of her neck. Keyes rolls over to her stomach and Bull lays across her, locking in a rear naked choke. He then flips them both over so that he is on his back. Keyes does her best to avoid the complete choke and she throws some short punches to try and get him to break the hold. Keyes uses her legs to turn her body and kicks them so that they are in the ropes. The referee sees this and forces the break.))
KV: Sarah Keyes survived what could have been a match-ender there.
SG: I thought he had her with that.
KV: He’s not done with his attack, however.
SG: It’s hunting time for Corey Bull.
((Bull reaches down to pull Keyes up and she returns fire with a kick to the front of his knee. She follows that up with a sharp kick to the back of Bull’s knee. She continues to strike at Bull with kicks and tries to back him into the corner. Bull reaches out and grabs her by the head. He stops her from kicking at him and reverses their positions, tossing her into the corner. Bull hits her in the stomach with a big kick and then backs away. He charges back in for a running splash into the corner but Keyes spins out of the way just in time. Bull crashes front first into the turnbuckle and takes a few steps back. Keyes goes back into the corner, springboards off the second turnbuckle, and comes back with a flying side kick to his throat. Bull remains on his feet, still, so Keyes sends him back into the corner with a short Irish whip. She backs away and then charges back across the ring at him, landing a flying back elbow into the corner. She uses some kicks and punches to knock Bull down into a seated position in the corner. She backs away again and then rushes in with a stalled dropkick. Keyes pumps a fist into the air and gets the crowd behind her before tagging Daisy back in.))
KV: Locke and Keyes have the big man down. Let’s see what they can do with this.
SG: They better pray they keep him there because if he gets up, he won’t be happy.
((Locke heads across the ring from Bull and then runs in at him to hit a cannonball senton. She pulls Bull out of the corner by the leg and drops down for a cover.))
1…
2…
KV: Bull powers out.
SG: He practically threw her off.
KV: It takes a lot to take a man like this down for good.
((Locke jumps on Bull from behind and tries to keep him down with a hammerlock. Bull stands up and changes their positions again. He lifts her up for a powerslam but Locke shifts in the air and drops down with a hammerlock inverted DDT. She stays on top of Bull and goes for another pin.))
KV: The Great Deduction.
SG: How did she pull that off?
1…
2…
KV: Another kickout!
((Locke gets up first and stomps down at Bull twice. She hits the ropes and comes back with a soccer kick to his chest. She drops down on top of Bull and tries to get him into position for a mounted hammerlock submission. Bull throws a stray headbutt that stops Daisy. Bull stands up and the two remained intertwined. He lifts her up and tosses her into the air, dropping her down onto his knee with a gutbuster. Locke slowly gets up on her hands and knees. She stands up with Bull stalking behind her. As she gets all the way up, Bull comes in from behind and clotheslines her in the back of the head. He then tags Diem Masters back in and points at Locke, telling her to finish it.))
KV: Diem Masters is given the job to end this match.
SG: Let’s see what she has here.
((Diem lifts Locke up onto her shoulders and puts her in a Canadian backbreaker.))
KV: She’s got her in the Creature Breaker.
SG: Diem is ripping away at her in that.
KV: Daisy is in trouble here.
((Locke throws a knee to the head that causes Diem to drop her down. Locke grabs her by the arm and then drops her with a sitout hammerlock suplex.))
KV: The Seven Percent Solution. She caught Diem with that.
SG: What? How?
((Daisy stays in position and has Diem by the leg for the cover.))
1…
2…
KV: Thr… No!
SG: Yes. Diem with the kick out.
KV: This isn’t over yet.
((Both Diem and Daisy start heading in the direction of their corners. Corey Bull and Sarah Keyes tag in at the same time and charge in at each other. Bull goes for a wild clothesline that she ducks under and hits the ropes. Keyes jumps out at Bull with a crossbody attempt. Bull catches her, throws her up onto his shoulder, and then props her up in a Tree of Woe in the corner. He backs away and then hits Keyes with a dropkick. Bull gets back up and pulls Keyes out of the corner. He lifts her up into a military press and then looks to drop her down into an Island Driver. Keyes counters instead. Keyes counters and gets Bull locked into a standing Koji Clutch.))
KV: Bull went for The Fate Killer but Keyes locks in The Nancy Drew Trap in improbable fashion.
SG: They are all just coming up with some impressive counters.
KV: This is going to be tough to finish Bull off in this fashion.
SG: He’s going to break it. Just watch.
((Bull shifts Keyes’ position and then slams her down into the mat, causing her to break the hold. They both work their way up and Corey Bull throws Keyes into his own corner with a hard Irish whip. He then comes in after her, looking for running double knees. Keyes once again dives out of the way and Bull crashes into the turnbuckles. Diem Masters reaches over and tags herself in. Keyes tries to crawl across the ring but Diem grabs her by the ankle. Keyes turns over and connects with an enzuigiri kick to the side of her head. She is able to tag her partner in and Locke joins in on hooking Masters by the arms and legs. They swing back and throw Diem over with a leg scissors slam.))
KV: The Reichenbach Fall. Diem hit the mat hard.
SG: Damn.
((Corey Bull gets up and the two women go after him together, hitting him with chops and kicks all over his body. They back him up into the ropes and Keyes gets launched into him, sending them both over the top rope and to the outside. Locke grabs Masters from behind and throws her over with a hammerlock backdrop suplex. She keeps the bridge and goes for the cover.))
KV: She’s going for the pin after Mycroft’s Move.
SG: Come on, kick out.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: That’s it. Locke and Keyes with another big victory.
SG: What? No!
Jennifer Taylor: Here are your winners… LOCKE AND KEYES!!!
((“Iodine” plays over the loud speakers. Sarah Keyes slides back into the ring and hugs her partner. The referee then raises both ladies hands in victory.))
KV: That’s a big win for these two young women.
SG: I’m a little shocked by that, still.
KV: If Robb Hardy saw that the way we did, then you have to think he will be giving this team some bigger opportunities going forward.
((Backstage, the sound of water hitting tile can be heard coming from the bathroom as Aurora props her boot up on the edge of a table, making sure the laces are good and tight. From there, she adjusts the belt on her shorts, then slips into her jacket. She walks toward the doorway that leads into the bathroom, poking her head inside.))
Aurora: Puddin’, it’s almost time for me to go...
Damon’s Voice: I’ll be out in a second, Harley.
((She smirks, pulling her head out to make one final check of her makeup at the mirror.))
~~KNOCK KNOCK~~
Woman’s Voice: Rory, are you in there?
((Aurora looks toward the door, puzzled as she goes to answer. As she opens the door, she finds her parents, Ian and Lorena Quinn. Lorena’s long, light brown hair is pulled over one shoulder as she smiles at her daughter, a look that belies her 46 years. Ian shows his age a little bit more, thanks to his graying brown hair.))
Aurora: Mom, Daddy... come on in. I was just about to head out to the ring, but Damon will be out in a minute.
((She smiles at her parents as she steps out of the way. They follow her inside, sitting down on a bench as Aurora pulls up a chair.))
Aurora: Sorry we don’t have nicer furniture for you two to sit on.
Ian: Bah! This is just fine. Besides, we’d rather sit here than up in the VIP suite. Can’t see jack from way up there.
Lorena: Mija, I’m a little worried. It’s the night before your wedding... what if you get hurt?
Aurora: Don’t worry, Mom. Even if they have to wheel me down the aisle in a full body cast, the wedding will still go on as planned. May make the honeymoon a bit boring, but I really don’t think it will come to that.
Ian: Let’s hope not. That boy, Adrien, though... did he really say you’re not prepared for this match?
Aurora: Hmph... maybe I should just call him Illidan Stormrage.
Ian and Lorena: Huh?
((Aurora shakes her head at her confused parents.))
Aurora: Sorry... World of Warcraft reference. He clearly still doesn’t get it. But that’s just fine. If he wants to sit there and think that I’m flying into this match completely blind, that’s on him. I never said I never watched any of his matches. All I said was that I could watch every match he’s ever been in until I have everything memorized forward and backward...
Lorena: You mean like you did with “Evita”?
Aurora: Something like that. The point is, let him think whatever he wants. He’ll be in for one hell of a shock when that bell rings. I’m always at my best when I’m DOING... as well as watching.
Damon: Hey, Harley, I was thinking that after the show, we could... OH SHIT!
((Damon comes out of the bathroom, his skin still slightly damp from his shower and nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Upon seeing his future in-laws sitting in the locker room, he turns beet red and nearly slips on the bathroom floor as he once again takes cover. Aurora blushes as well as Lorena stifles a giggle. Ian looks at his wife, feigning disapproval.))
Ian: Lorena!
Lorena: Well, I can certainly see what our daughter sees in him...
Aurora: MOM!
Ian: Come on, Lorena. I think we should probably go grab some food. If we hurry, we should be back in time for Rory’s match.
Aurora: I’ll go with you. I need to head out anyway; I’ll show you where the catering area is.
Lorena: Well then... let’s go!
((Aurora and her parents get up leave the dressing room as Damon slowly pokes his head out from the bathroom. Once he sees that Aurora’s parents have left, he breathes a sigh of relief as he moves to grab his gym bag, clutching his towel as if his life depended on it.))
Match Six: Special Attraction NO DQ Match
Ally Morrow versus Gray Malone
KV: We’ve got a grudge match here coming up.
SG: People love settling scores here, don’t they?
KV: Robb Hardy has opened up the doors for great talent to come and showcase their skills. I also heard that Gray and Ally have requested this to be a no DQ match and that Robb has granted their request!
SG: Oh man, this is going to be BRUTAL!
Jennifer Taylor: This match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring... weighing in at 225 pounds from Chesapeake, Virginia… GRAY MALONEEEEE!!!
((The lights go out, leaving the arena in darkness. The shadow of an Angel is on the screen as “Cut Me Loose” by Killswitch Engage plays. A lone spotlight shines on the entranceway, as Gray Malone stands there, bathed in the light. He then walks down to the ring, as the spotlight stays only on him. He slides in the ring, stands in the middle of it, and looks around at the people all around him as the arena lights come back on.))
KV: Gray Malone has been working hard to re-establish himself here in #FSociety.
SG: He’s still got some work to do.
KV: I thought he put up a good fight against Tyson Gregory two weeks ago and now he has a tough task up against Morrow.
Jennifer Taylor: And his opponent… ALLYSON GRACE 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, her hand on her hip staring out at the crowd with a smirk on her face. 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. She turns on her heels to come face to face with Gray, she taps the back of each heavily taped hand onto the palm of the other with a smirk on her face before sarcastically waving at Malone, who simply rolls his eyes and signals at the official to ring the bell.))
SG: I’m looking forward to seeing what this chick brings to the table.
KV: Show a little respect to our guest.
SG: I’m not sure what you mean.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Gray’s attention is pulled away for a moment and Ally drives her elbow into the back of his head, bouncing him off the ropes quickly and taking him down with a knee to the gut into a swinging neckbreaker. Grays stays down for a moment and runs a hand across the back of his neck as Ally gets right back up, calling out for Gray to come at her. As he does, he ducks her and rebounds off the ropes to his own advantage this time, a hard kick to her calf causing her to move forward a couple of steps before she turns and they lock up.))
KV: Neither of these two is afraid to go after it.
SG: That’s what you have to do.
((Gray uses his substantial weight advantage to bear down on her; as he does Ally grins at him and Gray frowns slightly at her mouth before she bites down on the back of her jaw and spits a black mist straight into the face of Gray, who instantly breaks the lock to try and cover his eyes. As he stumbles back he hits the ropes and comes back at her, still partially blinded by the mist in his eyes.))
SG: That was great!
KV: Totally uncalled for.
SG: I love a good mist.
((As he comes at her Ally nails a superkick straight to his throat. With an odd gurgling type noise Gray falls to his knees, one hand grasping around his throat as he gasps for a moment and begins to cough A. long streak of blood leaves his mouth and hits the canvas in front of him. Ally narrows her eyes for a moment before she grins, nodding slightly she moves closer and leans down. She grabs Gray by the hair and wrenches his head back, looking him dead in the eyes before dropping her elbow square into his throat. She releases his hair now and Gray falls back against the ropes, blood running out of his mouth as he coughs. She backs up a little and walks into a small circle finally facing him again with another smile, before she runs at him and with a modified knee drop to the chest. She sends him through the ropes to the outside, catching the top rope with her hands so she remains in the ring.))
KV: Gray is still reeling from whatever that black substance was that got spit in his face.
SG: The dude got infected. Zombies are here.
KV: I don’t think that’s it. He’s just struggling to breathe. The ref needs to keep a close eye on this.
((Gray rolls around on the outside, his hands reaching under the ring. Ally turns and yells at the ref, reminding him there’s no count outs in the match. She then drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring; slowly stalking around the outside she climbs the steel steps. On her tiptoes she jumps over to the security railing and steadies herself for a moment, before leaping off with a diving senton. At the last second Gray pulls a chair out from under the ring, half laying it across himself so that it takes a lot of the impact; the sounds of Ally bouncing off the chair and crushing it into Gray echoes through the arena.))
KV: She didn’t see that coming.
SG: Neither did I.
KV: Gray with a bit of a saving last second decision there.
SG: The idiot took half the brunt of it as well.
((Ally rolls onto her back, her arms across her midsection as she and Gray both lie on the outside now; Gray’s mouth trickling blood still as eventually Ally pulls herself up onto her knees. Panting slightly she shakes her head and shouts something at Gray, pulling herself to her feet. She walks over to him and stoops down to grab the chair. Snapping it shut once more she drives the top of the chair into Gray’s throat. The crowd actually groans at the impact as Gray makes a strangled yelp sound, Ally tosses the chair to the side with a smile, she stands with her feet either side of his chest and leans down, rubbing her hand in his blood she smears it up and over his face with a laugh.))
SG: This girl isn’t playing around.
KV: She is looking to do some real damage to Gray Malone here tonight.
((As she walks away from him she stomps her foot down onto his chest. Gray rolls onto his side and as he does. Ally throws the skirt up onto the apron and starts looking under the ring. She begins to slowly walk around it looking for something specific. Whilst she is doing so, Gray rolls over onto his stomach and grabs the chair, using it to prop himself slightly he pulls up into his knee. Leaning over to spit more blood from his mouth, almost wheezing from the damage already done to his throat, he continues to try and prop himself up.))
SG: They need to get that chair away from him.
KV: It’s all part of this fight at this point.
((Meanwhile, Ally stands on the other side of the ring, bent over and looking under it. She makes an excited noise and pulls something out very carefully. She sets a rolled up line of barbed wire onto the ring apron with a grin before pushing the ring material down and straightening up. She starts to unravel the wire, her fingertips catching a few times and little droplets of blood trickle onto the thick white tape on her hands, slowly. She begins to encircle her hand with the barbed wire, occasionally flinching as it picks and tugs at her flesh in places. It takes her a couple of moments but eventually her right hand, balled into a fist is almost entirely encased in barbed wire.))
KV: I don’t like the look of this.
SG: This is kind of a turn on.
KV: Gray Malone is in some trouble here.
SG: Oh yeah. This chick isn’t playing.
((She then approaches Gray, who is now almost to his feet, aided by the chair still folded that he is using almost like a crutch. Coming from behind him she nails a kidney punch with her right hand; the barbed wire catches in his skin, pulling him open as she removed her fist. Blood runs down his back and towards his leg as he lets out a pained yell and with pure adrenaline spins on his feet and nails Ally straight to the face with the chair, the edge hitting the bridge of her nose hard and blood instantly flows down her face as she stumbles a couple of steps back. She runs her left hand under her nose and wipes the stream of blood away; she looks up just in time to sidestep a second chair shot and Gray stumbles. She kicks the back of his knee and sends him down into the steel steps. Almost immediately she mounts him, his body lying on the steps. She grabs his hair with her left hand and drops down several right hands to his head; tearing apart his scalp until his hair is wet with blood.))
KV: This is just ugly. Totally unnecessary.
SG: Keep it going. This is fun.
((Finally she backs away and begins tearing at the barbed wire on her hand. Her left hand begins to drip somewhat with her own blood as she discards the bloodied wire to the floor. She then walks back around to Gray and grabs him, rolling him back into the ring.))
KV: Morrow needs to end this. Come on, he’s clearly done.
((She again walks the outside, diving under the ring she comes out with a kendo stick in one hand a small black bag in the other. Rolling under the bottom rope, she walks over to Gray and stomps on him a few times to ensure he stays down. She then walks over to the corner and props the stick up against the turnbuckle. She reaches into the bag in her other hand, yelling slightly as her left hand pulls out a handful of salt which burns the small nicks on her hand. She picks up the kendo stick and begins to rub the salt into the stick itself; once it has a coating of salt she walks over to Gray who is now on his hands and knees trying to get up.))
KV: There’s just no reason for this.
SG: She’s going to teach Gray Malone a lesson.
((Ally raises the kendo stick and begins raining blows down across his back, each strike just breaking his skin and the salt being rubbed into the wound, after four or five strikes Gray is back flat on his stomach and Ally tosses the kendo stick over the ropes and out of the ring, marching back over to the corner she picks up the small bag.))
SG: Okay, this is getting out of hand! And you know what? I LOVE IT!
KV: This is just overboard, Samuel. What’s the point of all of this?
SG: Gray pushed her buttons and she’s making him pay.
((She approaches Gray once more and drops down next to him, she leans in close and starts muttering something to him, as she does, she takes a handful of salt and begins rubbing it into his back, roughly she scratches the salt into the wounds on his back.))
SG: Well now that’s just salt in the wound! Literally and figuratively!
KV: I can’t take this right now. What the hell? This isn’t wrestling!
SG: Nope! It’s war!
((Throwing the bag out now she leans in close to Gray, her lips so close to him they almost touch his ear as she growls something at him, laughing softly as she moves back, she slams the sole of her boot into his face, busting his nose as she connects with the bridge, she then points to her nose and back at his with a nod and another laugh.))
KV: This is sickening. Seriously, what is going on in Ally Morrow’s head right now!?
SG: I’m not sure but I can tell you what’s going on in my head. It involves Ally, myself and someone in an ET costume.
KV: SAMUEL! STOP IT!
SG: PHONE HOME!
((Sliding out of the ring one more time, Ally pulls out a clear plastic container, a copper color glistening within as it contains several hundred thumb tacks; she climbs up onto the apron, shaking the container with an excited smile. She slides between the top and middle ropes and stalks the ring slowly.))
SG: Thumbtacks! Tasty!
KV: Come on Ally! Gray has had enough! Give it up!
SG: No! She is giving Gray the sendoff that he deserves! It’s probably what the damn idiot wanted!
((As Grays starts to sit up, she drops down to a knee in front of him, she holds the container up in front of him with a grin and nods her head, grabbing his face she squeezes forcing his mouth open; as he does she lifts the container and pours thumb tacks into his mouth; after about a handful has gone in, she throws the container to the outside; spraying them over the floor on the outside as the container hits the floor she stands up and takes a few steps back before kicking him hard in the shoulder,easily knocking him onto his back.))
KV: I can’t even watch this anymore. I think I’m sick to my stomach. This is just… So excessive. I don’t see what’s the point of this!?
SG: Why does there need to be a point? Gray Malone likes to be tortured and Ally is giving him that. It’s simple.
KV: But she doesn’t need to take it this far!
((She quickly locks in the modified Triangle Choke she calls ‘Scream for Me’ with Gray on his back and her legs wrapped around his throat and one arm, she leans over him and with her right hand she squeezes his mouth and jaw ensuring the thumb tacks are scratching the inside of his mouth.))
KV: Just give up Gray!
SG: I don’t think he can. It looks like he’s done. Finished.
KV: Then the referee needs to end this! Please! For the love of God!
SG: I don’t think God has or wants anything to do with what we just witnessed.
((Unable to tap and unresponsive, the match is called.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Jennifer Taylor speaks up to announce the winner, but not in her usual chipper tone.))
Jennifer Taylor: The winner… Ally Morrow.
((The official calls for Ally to break the hold, she glances up at the ref with a smile and shakes her head, waggling her finger no, she leans back pressing both hands down onto the canvas and elevates her legs, yanking Gray up at and angle; holding him there with highly restricted breathing before finally releasing, she kicks at him as she gets to her feet and yells at the official to get out of the ring.))
KV: Was that really necessary? Gray Malone has a teenage daughter who’s probably watching at home right now. He’s a father damn it! A human being!
SG: Who cares? He’s Gray Malone. A hall of famer who turned into a joke over the last six months. Good riddance. This was the perfect send off for him and his career.
KV: I disagree. I completely disagree! This is just sick!
((Once Ally is sure the official is out of the ring, she turns and rolls out of it herself, walking over to the corner close to the security guard rail, she leans down and grabs up a few things, all seemingly wrapped inside a t-shirt. She also grabs a mic before walking back over to the ring.))
KV: Can’t she just leave him alone? Ally has done enough damage.
SG: Let her have her moment! She earned this!
KV: Whatever.
((Ally starts to walk around the out cold Gray Malone, like a shark circling blood in the water; bringing the mic to her lips.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: Gray… Gray… Gray….
((Ally shakes her head in mock sadness, walking up to his out cold body, she just pushes the tips of her boots under him as she leans over him.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: I warned you old man… This was never going to be a match; this was ALWAYS going to be a massacre… Not so long ago, you asked one thing of me, do you remember Gray?
((Ally pauses before continuing.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: ...And I promised you, that you would get EXACTLY what you deserved… And now, you will. Gray Malone - you are a despicable excuse for a wrestler and a man, for too long you have been a drain on those around you…
And where are they now Gray? Where are the so-called friends who stood back and watched as you Spat on the memory of someone I CARE ABOUT?! HUH?! Where are they now that you lie here like the bloody broken mess I told you was coming?!
Where are the ones who let you run your mouth and push and prod at the ONLY thing I even care about? Are they here to carry you from the ring? To rescue you? NO!
((She leans down and shakes out the t-shirt that was holding all of the other items. She shakes it out a little more and holds it up to show a Tyson Gregory t-shirt; she then turns back to Gray with a smile and leaning down she blows him a kiss before lying the t-shirt over his chest.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: This is the legacy you deserve Gray - I promised you that and here it is, you are half the man and one hundredth the wrestler Tyson Gregory is; you wanted to tell him to suck your dick… That was your message wasn’t it?
((Ally presses her boot over his face now with a sneer.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: Well why don’t you lick my fucking boot!
((She kicks her foot away from his face now and turns her back to him with a smile she leans down and pulls up some papers from the canvas, they are a little dotted with bright red blood as her hand grips it, trickling down her fingers and marking it.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: This is a #FSociety contract; see… When I took this match I had EVERY intention of coming in and doing just this; destroying Gray Malone and then going on my merry way…
But then, I took a look around and I realised something; this is a veritable playground for someone like me, a place where ego and entitlement runs rife; your little hero Gavin Grimes had the AUDACITY to accuse me of holding these things..
But I have earned every single god damn thing I have - I am undefeated, never pinned, never tapped out.. A Champion for Christs sakes… So Gavin decided to challenge me, and hopefully, unlike his wife - Gavin will actually fucking show up…
HOWEVER, that won’t be happening just yet and I am nothing if not thorough, too many of you are comfortable in your spots, you think that because you show up and get thrown a W here and there you are athletes?
You have no idea what it takes, what you have to give… And give up. To truly make a success of yourselves… Instead the old and the lame sit at the top and hold down the new wave, the fresh blood… That ends NOW!
((Ally turns back to look at Gray now, shaking her head a little once more she sighs and bends down, taking a knee she strokes a hand through Gray’s hair with a smile as he doesn’t move, still out cold.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: This, is the beginning of the end for Anyone who attempts to stand between the rightful upper echelon of this company and all that brings… So, #FSociety you have a choice… You’re either with me…
((She stands again and turns her nose up at the blood on her hand, wiping it off on her blood covered ring gear.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: . Or your are Gray Malone.
((“Big Bad Wolf” by In This Moment hits the speakers as Ally drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, backing up the ramp with a smile on her face as finally medics rush past her and make their way to the ring.))
KV: Some intense and chilling words from Allyson Morrow.
SG: She’s signed a contract with #FSociety! I am so happy!
KV: I’m not sure I am after seeing what she just did to Gray Malone. I really hope that isn’t a sign for things to come.
SG: Grow a pair, Khristina! This entire match and what transpired afterwards was awesome!
KV: Yeah… Let’s cut to backstage while the medics tend to Gray and the ring crew… Cleans all this up.
((Bully McCarron and Orleans are backstage after their match earlier in the night. Orleans is toweling off his face, sitting in the background, while Bully stands in front of the camera and talks.))
Bully: We said we were gonna come out tonight and beat people up and that’s exactly what we did. Those two little candy boys thought they could come here and ruin our night? Ruin our debut match? I don’t think so. We beat ‘em up. We hit ‘em hard. And they will know that they better steer clear of these guys goin’ forward. If anybody out there is thinking about gettin’ in our way or stopping us from what we want, just go and watch that match. That could just as easily be you in there getting the life kicked and choked outta ya’. We got nothing that would stop us from goin’ after anyone that wants to fight. Believe me. We don’t discriminate. We will punch anyone in the face if they have it coming.
((Orleans gets up and stands besides his partner.))
Orleans: Question, though, my man. How come we’re ready to fight but some of these other teams aren’t? How come the so-called champs haven’t defended those belts yet? What’s up with that?
Bully: Yeah, those are some real good questions. I see a whole bunch of people tonight fighting in some silly little matches instead of doing their real jobs. The world spared us with only one of the stupid Canadians but we coulda’ beaten them both as well tonight. And then champs. We gotta sit back here, still ready to go, and these punks still won’t put their belts on the line? They’re going out for a bunch of worthless singles matches? That don’t make a whole hell of a lot of sense to me. It tells me you got people that aren’t willin’ to step up and call their shots. And also that you got people, and not just the fighters, nervous of what guys like us can do if given the right shot. We’re not gonna sit around and wait forever. We’re not gonna play silly, little games. We’re gunnin’ for those belts. No excuses. No reason they shouldn’t be gettin’ defended. If no one wants to step up, forget that. Because here we are. Remember that. We’re always ready for a fight. Always.
((Bully makes an aggressive move towards the camera and then backs away with a smile as the scene cuts back to ringside.))
Match Seven: Singles Match
Silas Romero versus Damon Graves
KV: This is our first of two matches featuring our Tag Team Champions.
SG: Why aren’t they in tag team action?
KV: As we saw earlier, we have a lot of new teams working their way up. So tonight, these two prepare for their upcoming wedding seperately.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 218 pounds from Inglewood, California... one half of the #FSociety Tag Team Champions... DAMON GRAVESSSS!!!
((As "Dirty Angel" by Voodoo Johnson begins to play over the sound system, Damon Graves steps out onto the stage holding onto his #FSociety Tag Team Championship. The camera pulls in tight on his face, where he cocks his head to the left, raises his right eyebrow, and brings his fists together, knuckles out, so that the letters tattooed on his fingers are prominently display: STAY DOWN. Bringing his hands down, he takes his time getting to the ring. Once he gets there he wraps his arm around the ring post, with his elbow resting on the bottom turnbuckle. After scanning the crowd, he rolls under the bottom rope to enter the ring.))
Jennifer Taylor: And his opponent... from Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at 230 pounds... SILAS ROMEROOO!!!
((With the lights dimming down in the arena, various gold spotlights start going over the crowd. The super thrashy, post-hardcore sounds of "Snake Oil" by Good Tiger fill the arena, with the gold and maroon lights pulsing to the beat. Once the vocals come in full force, the "Hipster Hercules" Silas Romero emerges onto the stage with one spotlight shining onto him. Silas stares out into the crowd, while the crowd is cheering and chanting his name. As soon as the first breakdown kicks in on the song, Silas slowly elevates his right arm up to chest level; bending it at the elbow so that his forearm runs parallel with his chest. The letters "#GKFO" are written across his navy forearm sleeve that go all the way up, connecting to his elbow pad, in a crisp, clean maroon font. A smirk rolls across his lips, before lowering his arm back down even slower than before. Silas strolls down the entranceway. Every so often he smacks someone's hand at ringside, but not many. Once he gets to ringside, he goes directly for the steel steps that lead up to the apron of the ring. Silas leans up against the steel ring post for a moment; again letting his smug smirk roll across his lips, just before stepping slowly between the second and top rope. He walks across the ring, straight for the hard camera side of the ropes. He leans forward, letting the top rope support his weight, while sticking his right arm out in front of himself. It is level with his chest and the letters on his arm are once again readable. He points to each letter with his left pointer finger. As the music reaches the final chorus of the song, Silas pushes himself away from the ropes and proceeds to make his way to the opposite turnbuckle and leans against it as he now goes into warming up for the matchup.))
KV: Silas Romero hasn’t been shy about wanting to fight some big names here.
SG: I like that type of attitude.
KV: Any time you can fight a champion, no matter the situation, you have to take advantage of it.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The bell rings and straight away Damon attacks Silas, slamming into him with a hard forearm taking him back to the corner. Silas covers up and Damon unleashes with hard right hands before grabbing the top rope and slamming in kicks, stomping a mudhole in Silas’ chest. Damon gets pushed back by the referee and Silas pulls himself up. As Damon steps forward Silas hits a vicious roaring elbow. Damon stumbles back and Silas hits a hard kick to Damon’s knee dropping him down into a kneeling position.))
SG: That’s what you have to do.
KV: Both of these men are looking aggressive from the start.
((Silas unleashes some stiff kicks to the chest of Damon who just eats them one after another. Silas steps back and then digs a hard one in sending Damon down. He gets a little cocky stepping around the ring. Damon sits up holding his chest and Silas turns to see him. He grabs a hold of Damon pulling him to his feet getting him in a cravate. Silas slams in a few knees to the head before taking him up and over with a suplex. He hooks a leg and goes for a cover.))
One…
Two...
((Damon kicks out. Silas steps into the corner and makes the gun hands. Damon gets up and Silas goes for the running knee. Damon though moves at the last moment causing Silas to crash into the opposite corner. Damon looks down with a smirk before pulling Silas up into an arm trap DDT. He goes for a cover of his own.))
One…
Two…
KV: Silas with the kickout.
SG: These two aren’t playing around.
KV: They are trading shots and this is a battle of who can control the pace.
((Damon pulls Silas up and knocks him back into the ropes with a European uppercut. He then sends Romero across the ring with an Irish whip but Romero reverses it in the middle of the ring. Graves rebounds off the ropes and eats a kick to the chest. Romero fires away with a couple of more kicks to the chest. Graves fires back with some European chops. The two men switch to throwing forearm shots back and forth in the middle of the ring.))
KV: This is just a pure test of well and striking at this point.
SG: Keep going!
KV: Graves switches it up with a kick and Romero is hurt.
((Graves backs into the ropes and comes back with a swinging neckbreaker. He drops down and goes for a cover.))
One…
Two…
((Romero kicks out at two. Graves pulls him up into position for an inverted DDT. Romero spins out of it and has Graves locked into a Dragon sleeper. Graves spins around again and this time is able to drop Romero down onto the back of the head with the reverse DDT. He stays on top of him again for another pin attempt.))
One…
Two…
KV: Thr… No! Romero survives again.
SG: These guys aren’t playing around.
KV: Graves is keeping the advantage now in these little back and forths. That experience is paying off.
((Graves pulls Romero in towards the corner and tries to set him up for a sunset flip powerbomb. Romero blocks it, turns slightly, and then flips Graves up and over the top rope to the apron with a back body drop. Graves stands up and Romero looks to connect with a roaring elbow. Graves avoids it, grabs him by the head, and then drops him down with a neckbreaker onto the top rope. Silas stays on his feet and staggers around in the ring holding his neck. Graves steps back into the ring and waits for Silas to turn back around towards him.))
KV: He avoided the GKFO and now Damon is in prime position to pull something big off.
SG: His neck snapped off those ropes. This isn’t good for Silas.
((Damon kicks Silas in the midsection, hooks him around the head, and then hits the reverse STO. Damon turns Silas over and grabs him by the legs. He grapevines the left leg around his right and crosses Silas’ left ankle under the right knee. Stepping over, Damon drops to the mat and wrenches back in the inside toe hold inverted Figure Four leg lock.))
KV: He’s got him with Luck Runs Out.
SG: Romero is in trouble here.
KV: He’s got nowhere to go.
((Romero struggles in the hold and finally has no choice but to tap out.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… by Submission… DAMON GRAVES!!!
KV: Graves with a big win here tonight.
SG: I thought Romero brought some fire, but the Tag champ had it tonight.
KV: You know Damon will be excited to go back and watch his fiancé Aurora Knight up next.
SG: Me too.
((Damon’s music hits and he gets handed his #FSociety Tag Team Title to celebrate with.))
((Backstage, Allyson walks into the locker room; now that the adrenaline has left her body, she limps slightly; her face, hands and torso smeared with a mix of her own blood and Grays as she reaches up and smoothes down her hair; pushing the door open with her hip as her left and right hands are fairly cut up.))
((As she enters the locker room she sees Tyson waiting for her and she puts on a smile, straightening up almost instantly to hide any sign of pain from her body.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: Hey…
((She leans back against the locker room door with a small sigh and wipes her hand down her face as if hoping to clear some of the blood away, but only smears more of her own on top, causing her to flinch slightly as the tape still on her hands squeezes the small wounds.))
Tyson Gregory: Hey right back at you Ally Cat Unleashed.
((He smirks at her fresh from the war she just had in the ring. She smirks back at him, taking a moment to look down at herself with a grimace.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: I’m not sure how much of this is mine but I am assuming not a lot since.. I didn’t eat any thumb tacks tonight.
((She laughs slightly pushing up off the wall with a small groan and running a hand over her abdomen where she hit the chair. Tyson grabs a bag of ice and hands it to her.))
Tyson Gregory: Just remind me to never get on your bad side yeah? I really don't think a nutritional meal for me is thumbtacks and salted cuts.
((He takes a seat next to her and lightly places his hand on her shoulder.))
Tyson Gregory: I am proud of what you did out there though… You didn't have to, um, end it like that either.
((She leans into him slightly, holding the icepack to her abdomen with a quick intake of breath.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: Yeah I did… He disrespected the one thing that he knew would hurt you; he had to pay for it and know WHY he was paying…
((She smiles slightly and turns her head to look at him.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: And don’t worry you have Far too pretty a face for me to mess it up like that! …. But thanks, it.. Means a lot that you’re proud, I am too.
((Tyson smirks at the compliment.))
Tyson Gregory: And what a way to go right? Talk about a blaze of gorey…. Sorry bad pun.
((She playfully groans and rolls her eyes mockingly.))
Allyson Grace Morrow: I’d stick with your day job for now - speaking of which, don’t you have a trios final to qualify for?
((He looks at his wrist where a watch would be.))
Tyson Gregory: Yeah, it's about that time.
((Tyson gives Ally a nod before walking out of the locker room, heading out to prepare for his upcoming match.))
Match Eight: Non-Title Singles Match
Adrien Cochrane versus Aurora Knight
KV: Here comes one of the highlight matches of the night for me… Aurora Knight versus Adrien Cochrane. This one should be a classic.
SG: Really? Because anything with Adrien Cochrane for me is a snoozer!
KV: I personally love Adrien matches.
SG: Yeah, color me surprised.
KV: What’s that supposed to mean?
SG: No one knows what it means, but it’s provocative.
KV: What the…?
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 130 pounds and from Long Beach, California... she is one half of the #FSociety Tag Team Champions... AURORA KNIGHTTTT!!!
((The arena lights go out as the intro to "Cinnamon Girl - Extended Depression Mix" by Type O Negative begins to play over the sound system. A blood red light shines on the stage as fog slowly rolls in. As the guitar riff kicks in, Aurora Knight emerges on the stage, standing on the top of the entrance ramp as red light floods the entire arena with her Tag Title around her waist. She throws her arms out, triggering an explosion of red pyro from the ceiling. As strobe lights flash, she then makes her way down the ramp in time to the music, then climbs up the ring steps onto the apron. She then stands facing the outside of the ring, places one foot on the bottom rope, grabs the top rope and backflips into the ring as the house lights come back on. She moves to her corner of the ring, takes her title off, and gets in a few last minute stretches as she waits for the match to begin.))
SG: Now there’s a sight to see!
KV: The tag team champion looks ready to impress by taking on our #FSociety Champion.
SG: This champion vs champion bout can only end in one way… With Adrien losing hopefully!
KV: You’re so biased against him!
SG: I just miss Tyson!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 190 pounds and hailing from New Orleans, Louisana… He is the #FSociety Champion…. “The Dropkick King”... ADRIENNNNNN COCHRANNNNEEEEE!
((The lights cut off. The fans sit in silence. The opening guitar for "Last One Standing" by Simple Plan starts echoing throughout the arena and once the rest of the band kicks in, a set of two flames on opposite ends of the stage flare as the Dropkick King appears on the ramp. The arena explodes with cheers from the fan favorite wrestler.))
~~How many times are you gonna try to shut me out?
I told you once, told you twice, I ain't gonna turn back around
You can say whatever, try to mess with me I don't care, I'm not scared
You don't have to say your sorry, save your sympathy
With a friend like you, I don't need an enemy
I would give you time if you were worth it
But guess what, you're not worth it~~
((Adrien Cochrane starts running down the ramp, slapping hands from the fans on his way down. He hops on the apron, hops over the ropes, climbs a corner as he holds his arms up in the air.))
~~Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, I'm always gonna be the last one standing
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, 'cause I'm never gonna give up trying
And now I'm ready to go, I'm here, I'm waiting for you
And I'm gonna be the last one standing
The last one standing~~
((He drops down and looks ready for the match to begin.))
KV: The #FSociety Champion, everyone!
SG: For now he is.
KV: And he will be as long as he defends that belt, which I believe he has the ability to do!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The bell rings and Aurora circles around, Adrien moves in the same direction across the ring, they eye each other up and down before locking up, Adrien throws Aurora across the ring and shrugs. Aurora looks up and shakes her head before popping to her feet. They move around each other again and as they lock up Aurora ducks down and sweeps Adrien’s legs out causing him to land face first, Aurora then steps on Adrien’s back and leaps in front of him, he sits up only to be met with a pair of boots from Aurora to the face. ))
KV: Aurora Knight here with the early lead!
SG: That’s my girl!
KV: She’s no one but Damon Graves’ girl!
SG: Technicalities!
((Aurora waits for him to get to his knees and grabs his head laying in hard knees several times. Adrien covers up and catches one of them before throwing her backwards, he runs at Aurora who goes for a clothesline but he ducks it and hits the ropes with a springboard turning in midair hitting a hurricanrana on Aurora and the fans are going nuts. Adrien waves his hands up and now in the air, hyping the crowd as Aurora shakes her head a little out of it.))
SG: Adrien is taunting!
KV: No he isn’t!
SG: Yeah he is! What a douche nozzle!
KV: He’s just hyping the crowd is all.
((As Aurora gets up Adrien comes in with a hard running front dropkick sending her into the corner hard. Adrien then charges in and nails Aurora with another hard dropkick which sends her down to the mat. Adrien climbs up the turnbuckle and waits for Aurora to get up. She stirs before getting up on her feet in a daze and Adrien leaps off, nailing a dropkick off of the top ropes, sending Aurora crashing to the mat. Adrien goes for the cover.))
KV: What a series of dropkicks!
SG: Yeah! From the dropkick queen!!
KV: Adrien is going for the pin!
1…
2…
KV: Aurora kicks out!
SG: That’s right she did!
KV: Adrien is looking stronger as this match goes on.))
SG: He’ll tire out eventually or something.
((Adrien quickly picks Aurora up off of the mat and he whips her into the corner. Aurora bounces off of the turnbuckle hard and stumbles forward. Adrien launches himself forward, going for a superkick but Aurora is able to duck the kick and hit the ropes, she then leaps in the air and connects with an enziguri. Adrien drops to one knee looking out of it, Aurora turns on her heel and hits a shining wizard on one swift movement going for a pin.))
SG: What a counter by Aurora Knight! I love her!
KV: She’s pinning Adrien! This could be it! That Shining Wizard was intense!
1…
2…
KV: Kickout by Adrien!
SG: Boo! Give up already!
KV: He’s the champion, it’ll take a bit to knock him out of this one!
SG: Yeah, I know that!
((Aurora measures Adrien up and goes for her superkick, Adrien ducks it then goes for his, Aurora ducks that then they both go for it and connect with double superkicks, sending each other down to the ground. They both lie there and the referee begins the count.))
KV: Double superkick!
ONE
SG: They might’ve just knocked each other out!
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
KV: Adrien is beginning to stir.
SIX
SG: So is Aurora!
SEVEN
EIGHT
((Both competitors crawl to opposite sides of the ring.))
NINE
KV: And they are both up!
SG: Here we go!
((They pull themselves up struggling the whole way, Aurora stumbles backwards and Adrien goes for the Adrien Cutter, Aurora though pushes Adrien off into the ropes, he comes back and Aurora kicks Adrien in the gut. He keels over and Aurora goes for her patented scissors kick but Adrien lifts his head up in time and Aurora misses. Adrien then nails the Adrien Cutter and Aurora looks out for the count.))
1…
2…
KV: Thre… NO! Aurora! Her foot is on the ropes!
SG: YES!
((The referee breaks up the count due to Aurora getting her foot on the bottom rope. Adrien looks confused as he gets up and begins to talk to the referee and the referee explains the rope break. Adrien steps through the ropes and stands on the apron as Aurora begins to stir.))
KV: Adrien is setting up for the Crescent City Connection!
SG: This isn’t good! Look out Aurora!
((Aurora is up on her feet and Adrien leaps up onto the ropes before springboarding off of them, going for a springboard meteora. Aurora is able to counter with a brutal superkick to Adrien’s jaw that echoes throughout the arena. Adrien falls to the mat and Aurora drops to one knee in exhaustion. She looks over at Adrien and decides not to pin him.))
SG: What is she doing? Pin him Aurora!
KV: She’s standing over him now, I think she’s going for the home run hit!
SG: Don’t mention home runs, my Cubs make me sad!
((Adrien starts to stir and he begins to get up but before he can stand up all the way, Aurora nails a brutal scissors kick that sends Adrien to the mat.))
SG: She calls that the Nighty-Knight Scissors Kick!
KV: I think this one could be over! What an upset!
SG: Seriously!
((Aurora pins Adrien and the referee begins the count.))
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… AURORA KNIGHT!
((“Cinnamon Girl” blares over the PA system as Aurora’s hand is raised in victory.))
SG: What a win by Aurora Knight! She should be the #FSociety Champion right now! Just give her the belt!
KV: That’s not how this works but I think she just proved that she can hang with the best that #FSociety has to offer.
SG: If that’s not how this works then I am boycotting #FSociety!
KV: Sure thing, go right ahead! Anyway, it’s time to cut backstage with Tim Anderson!
((Tim Anderson is backstage in the medical area. Seth Lawless is back there getting some attention from the bottle that Amber Richards had hit him over the head. The doctor is putting a wrap around his head.))
Seth Lawless: Ow! Fuck Doc!
Doctor: Sorry.
((The doctor finishes up when Tim comes into the picture. The doctor walks off as Tim steps in front of Seth and looks at his Anarchy Title. Seth quickly grabs it and puts it on his shoulder and holds his head.))
Seth Lawless: What do you want Tim?
Tim Anderson: I'd like your response on what Corey Bull had to say earlier tonight.
((Tim plays a little bit of footage on a tablet from what Corey Bull had to say earlier on during the night. Seth nods his head and looks at the title and smiles.))
Seth Lawless: Corey wants to say that stuff? He wants to try and step up and take my Anarchy Title like Amber Richards tried to do? Does he stupidly want to put his career on the line against me? Fine let him. He can do that. He can be a moron and do that because when this title is on the line, Tim, I step up. Look at what I did to Amber. So guess what... challenge accepted.
((He winks as he slaps Tim on the shoulder.))
Seth Lawless: Oh, don't look at my title next time.
((He walks off leaving Tim smiling.))
Main Event: Lethal Lottery Trios Tournament Match
Hutch Lanahan/Zooey West-Jaa/Fiona Marie Larson versus Tyson Gregory/Alex Jones/Cass Baumer
KV: It is main event time.
SG: I’m looking forward to seeing how this round of the Lethal Lottery Trios Tournament plays out.
KV: Last week we saw Damon Graves, Seth Lawless, and Amber Richards advance to the finals in two weeks.
SG: The stakes only get higher in this one.
KV: Three champions fought last week to earn themselves potential future title shots, and tonight, one team is led by our High-Roller Champion, Hutch Lanahan.
SG: And don’t forgot about the team led by our former #FSociety Champion, Tyson Gregory. He shouldn’t be in this tournament at all.
KV: Robb Hardy is making Tyson Gregory earn a potential title rematch, and while that may not sit well with some, it is definitely creating some intrigue ahead of Insurrection.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is Lethal Lottery Trios Tournament Match scheduled for one fall. Representing the first team… Hailing from Phucket, Thaliand and weighing in at 120 pounds… ZOEEEEY WEST-JAAAAAA!
((“Sit Still, Look Pretty” by Daya hits over the speakers as Zooey West-Jaa steps out onto the stage in a pair of long black wrestling tights and a Royal blue silk boxers robe, the hood up over her head and just down over her face. She rubs her taped hands together, cracking her knuckles as she walks down the ramp. Reaching up for the middle ropes she pulls herself onto the apron before pulling back with both hands on the top rope and jumping over the top to land in the ring with a small bounce on her toes. She continues to bounce back and forth on her toes a little as she sheds her robe and turns to face the ramp, awaiting her partners.))
KV: We saw Zooey West-Jaa make her debut in impressive fashion two weeks ago, just coming up short against one her partners tonight, Hutch.
SG: I was promised Queenie tonight. What happened?
KV: A change needed to be made to this match, and Zooey jumped at the opportunity. You have to love that type of spirit.
Jennifer Taylor: And her partner... weighing in at 123 pounds and hailing from Colorado Springs, Colorado… FIONNNNA MARIEEEEE LARSONNNNN!
((“Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time” hits over the PA system as Fiona Marie Larson runs out to the top of the ramp, pausing there for a moment to look around before making her way toward the ring, moving a bit to the music. As she gets to the ring she slides under the bottom rope and hops up to her feet, moving to the middle of the ring to wait for the match to start.))
KV: Fiona has been in a number of these matches where she’s been put with an assortment of partners.
SG: That could give her good experience or cause her to just melt down in frustration.
KV: I think that if you look at the potential rewards for this whole thing, the frustration would be worth it.
Jennifer Taylor : And their partner... from Mevagissey, Cornwall and weighing in at 222 pounds... the #FSOCIETY HIGH ROLLER CHAMPIONNNN... HUTCH LANAHANNNN!!!
((“Hero" by Nas begins to play as Hutch Lanahan makes his way out to the stage. The #FScoiety High Roller Championship is around his waist. Hutch looks around the arena for a moment before walking down to the ring with a serious look across his face. He climbs into the ring, holds up the title with both hands, passes it off to the referee, and stands beside his two partners as they wait for their opponents.))
KV: If Hutch wins this whole thing, could you see him up against Adrien Cochrane?
SG: I think I could, but he’s not going to win. We’re still waiting on the guy that deserves this whole thing.
Jennifer: Coming to the ring... from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 220 pounds... he is ALEX JONESSS!!!
(("I Am Machine" by Three Days Grace blasts over the PA system as Alex Jones steps out onto the stage. His long two tone hair is wet down his back and sides. He wears a black Alex Jones shirt and his wrestling gear. He gets down to the ring and leaps onto the apron before wiping his feet off and getting into the ring. He throws his arms out to the side before slapping his chest.))
KV: Normally you wouldn’t have someone making their debut in this high stakes of a match, but Alex Jones brings a great resume as he finally joins #FSociety.
SG: He is well known around these parts. You can’t deny that.
KV: He could walk in and after just a few matches be looking at a title shot.
SG: Well, he picked a great partner to do so with.
KV: This was another example of someone backing out of the tournament and Alex Jones picked the right time to take his opportunity.
Jennifer Taylor: And his partner... weighing 142 pounds from Wellington, New Zealand... CASS BAUMERRR!!!
((A familiar unapologetic guitar riff starts to play, met with the harsh vocals of Elle King. The crowd is on their feet, watching with wide eyes as the one and only Cass Baumer makes her way out of the gate with her fist up in the air. Cheers rain down on the New Zealand-born fighter, the whole crowd watching as the leather jacket-clad former-reporter makes her way down to the ring with a firm smirk on her face, basking in the sounds of the loud music. "Good Girls" continues to play as she struts down the aisle with her signature smirk, nearing the end of the ramp. Climbing up the steel stairs, she walks the apron, tossing her snapback flat-rimmed cap to a member of the audience without even looking. Jumping over the third rope with agility, she breaks into a sprint, running back and forth, bouncing off the ropes over and over until she takes her jacket and throws it over the top rope to an #FSociety official, knowing he would keep it safe. As the music dies down, she makes her way to her corner and impatiently waits for the action to commence.))
KV: Baumer has been up and down recently. Last show, she didn’t get pinned but was on the losing end with Fiona Marie Larson against Locke and Keyes.
SG: We will see if there is any latent tension between those two. I hope there is.
Jennifer Taylor: And his opponent… weighing in at 221 pounds… He is the pride of London, England … 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. "Phenomenal" by Eminem 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 and a sleeveless zip up hoodie. 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.))
SG: And here is the man that deserves his title rematch.
KV: I don’t disagree that Tyson Gregory is owed a title rematch. Robb Hardy just decided to run this Lethal Lottery tournament first.
SG: Add it to the list of corrupt stuff going on here.
KV: This is a great opportunity for all six of these wrestlers. Let’s see how it plays out.
((Each team gets together to discuss some last second strategy. Tyson Gregory and Hutch Lanahan start things out for their respective teams.))
KV: You might have to consider these the two captains of these teams.
SG: I like this. Let’s get this going.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Gregory and Hutch lock up, trading positions as they bounce around the ring. Gregory turns it into a side headlock. Hutch tries to push him off, but Tyson maintains the hold and drops down to a knee. Hutch stands him back up and looks to lift him up for a backdrop. Tyson blocks that, gets back to his feet, and throws Lanahan over with a side headlock takedown. Gregory tries to keep Hutch down by pressing his knees down onto him. He then stands up and looks for a double stomp, but Hutch rolls out of the way and then ends up taking Tyson’s back. Gregory tries to elbow his way free but ends up getting spun around and then thrown over with a release Northern Lights suplex. He rolls right up into a kneeling position in his corner. Alex Jones tags himself in with a big smile across his face. Gregory and Alex share a quick look as they switch positions.))
KV: You think there’s going to be any type of one-upmanship’s here?
SG: We still don’t know all of the details of what winners will get what title shots. I’d want to be in that ring as much as possible.
((Hutch heads to his corner and tags out to Fiona Marie Larson. Fiona and Alex lock up. He gets her in an arm wringer. She rolls forward, stands back up, and then turns him back the other way with a Lucha arm drag takedown. She then transitions into a standing arm bar. Jones throws a wild kick up that glances her in the head. He spins up to his feet, still being held by his arm. He ducks, wraps around Fiona’s body, and then charges forward to slam her back into his own corner. Jones scoops her up and drops her near his corner with a powerslam. He starts to climb the ropes but gets stopped when Cass Baumer tags herself in. Jones stays on the second rope and looks down at her, yelling at her. Fiona comes up from behind Jones and dumps him over the top rope and to the floor.))
SG: What was that all about?
KV: Cass Baumer just stopped her own partner from hitting a potentially game changing move.
SG: That could have been something cool.
KV: I think Cass wants to the impact maker here.
SG: This just won’t work at all. Tyson needs to get these guys together.
((Cass comes into the ring and grabs Fiona from behind. Cass looks for a German suplex, but Fiona blocks it with an elbow. She switches and takes Cass’ back, eventually lifting her up and dropping her down with a belly to back suplex. She stays down on top of Cass and goes for a quick cover.))
1…
((Tyson barely has to step into the ring and is able to take a swipe at the back of Fiona’s head with a kick.))
KV: That was early, and she was way too close to her opponent’s corner.
SG: Tyson saving the day.
KV: You dressing up as him for Halloween since he’s such a hero for you?
SG: Maybe.
((Fiona pulls Cass up by the head and pulls her back towards her corner. She reaches back and tags Zooey West-Jaa into things. Zooey lines up and takes a swing at the exposed ribs of Baumer, snapping at her with picture perfect kick. Cass drops down to her hands and knees. Zooey comes down on the back of her head with a axe kick-like boot. Cass rolls over and West-Jaa lines up for another kick. Baumer sits up but manages to fall back just in time to avoid a spinning kick to the face. She gets up as Zooey’s body gets turned around. She pushes Zooey into Fiona on the apron, stands up, and knocks Hutch down with a forearm shot. Zooey turns back towards Cass and gets kneed in the midsection. She throws her into the middle of the ring with a snapmare and then hits the ropes. Baumer comes back at Zooey, looking for a soccer kick, but Zooey catches her by the leg, rolls through, and ends up in a single leg crab in the middle of the ring.))
KV: Not only can she throw a kick, but Zooey West-Jaa just came up with a brilliant counter to one.
SG: Baumer needs a tag here.
KV: Tyson Gregory and Alex Jones both look eager to get back into this one.
SG: You know what, they aren’t going to wait. Yes!
((Tyson and Alex Jones both jump into the ring and hit Zooey from behind at the same time. Fiona and Hutch both enter back into the ring and the four of them start brawling. Gregory pairs off with Larson and he ends up dropping her onto the top turnbuckle with a Stun Gun. He then goes after Zooey as she gets up to her knees and blasts her with a superkick to the face. Alex Jones gets backed into the corner with punches from Hutch. Gregory continues his assault on the opposing team and drops a shoulder into the back of Hutch’s knee. Jones then turns Lanahan over with a spinning neckbreaker. Tyson pulls Cass Baumer over to their corner. He steps through the ropes, reaches over, and tags himself in.))
SG: Smart move from Tyson there.
KV: He played the number’s advantage to take out the opposing team and then got out his partner who had taken a good amount of offense.
SG: That’s my guy.
((Tyson helps guide Zooey up and pushes her back into the corner. She fights back with some kicks to his chest but he replies with a big forearm shot that knocks her back again. Gregory lifts her up into a seated position on the top rope. He follows her up and looks to hook her up for a superplex. Zooey replies by getting one of her knees up and knocking him back. He holds on and stays standing on the middle turnbuckle. West-Jaa hits him with a kick and sends him flying back this time. Tyson rolls away and out of the ring so Zooey has to jump down. She then charges towards the outside at Tyson, looking for a Tiger Feint kick, but Alex Jones comes over and blasts her before she can kick his partner. Gregory rolls back in and Jones tags in.))
KV: She went for S̄eụ̄x tea, if I’m pronouncing that right.
SG: You’re probably wrong, but let’s admire the save from Alex Jones there.
((Jones comes in and stomps at Zooey. He pulls her up and puts her in position for a Pedigree.))
KV: He wants to hit The Dragon Sleeps.
SG: Drop her, Alex.
((West-Jaa blocks the move and then flips him over with a back body drop. She gets up to her feet and then takes Jones down with a running palm strike. She ends up in her corner and tags Hutch Lanahan back in. Hutch comes in on fire and knocks down Jones with a big right hand. He then turns towards Gregory and Baumer and knocks them off the aprons with punches as well. He looks for a spinning back fist but Jones ducks it, hits the ropes, and then comes back with a big spear. Jones stays on top of Hutch and goes for the cover.))
1…
2…
KV: Close, but a kickout from the High Roller Champion.
SG: I thought that was it.
((Jones pulls Hutch up and looks for an Exploder suplex. Hutch blocks it and throws a series of short elbows to break the hold. He then takes Jones over with a release belly to belly overhead suplex. He waits for Jones to gets up and then takes him out with a discus lariat.))
KV: The Lanahan Lariat! That’s it.
SG: A big shot. Do something, someone! Please!
KV: He’s going for the win.
1…
2…
((Tyson Gregory dives in and breaks up the pin. Hutch gets up and Gregory dives out of the ring. Hutch stays at the ropes, leaning forward and yelling at Tyson. Tyson doesn’t see as Fiona Marie Larson comes into the ring and dives over Hutch and down onto Gregory, taking him out. She gets up and Alex Jones slides through Hutch’s legs, taking Fiona out with a baseball slide dropkick. Hutch propels himself over the top rope and takes out Jones next with a crossbody plancha.))
KV: This is madness. Everybody is heading to the outside.
SG: It’s not over yet.
((Hutch and Fiona get up when Cass gets back in the ring, hits the ropes, and then dives out onto them with a suicide dive. Zooey West-Jaa comes around to the corner and then takes out Cass with a flying kick. Tyson Gregory sneaks out of the pile of bodies and ends up on the apron. Another group starts to stand and Tyson takes everyone out with a running shooting star press from the apron.))
KV: The Falling Star to everybody in the match, practically.
SG: That was great. Now Tyson just needs to get someone in there and finish this.
KV: He needs to get the legal men in there. Robb Hardy told the referees to be very careful about that this week after it wasn’t enforced in last week’s main event.
((Gregory rolls Hutch into the ring and then tosses Alex Jones in as well. Jones ends up dropping himself down on Hutch and goes for a cover.))
1…
2…
KV: Thr… No! Hutch kicks out just in time.
SG: Damn! Get Tyson back in there.
((Both Jones and Hutch start working their way to their respective corners as their partners start to get back up onto the apron. Tyson Gregory tags in and a moment later Fiona Marie Larson is able to get into the action as well. Fiona and Tyson trade shots back and forth in the middle of the ring. Tyson ducks under a punch and ends up taking her back. He tries to lock in a chickenwing over the shoulder crossface, but Fiona runs up the corner, flips over Tyson, and ends up behind him. She then jumps on his back and locks in a sleeper hold.))
KV: Fiona countered The Stockade into The Bed of Nails. Tyson is in trouble.
SG: He’s still on his feet.
KV: He’s trying to get to his corner. She’s got those knees digging into his back.
((Tyson leans forward and gets near his corner. Alex Jones hits her with a rope assisted enzuigiri causing her to let go of Tyson and fall to the mat. Jones and Cass Baumer both drop down and run around the ring to brawl with Hutch and Zooey on the floor. Tyson kicks Fiona in the midsection and then plants her with a lifting single underhook DDT. He turns her over and goes for the cover.))
KV: He got her with The End of Your Sorrow!
SG: Game over.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Hutch and Zooey both try to dive in at the last second but get stopped. Alex Jones slides into the ring and demands the referee raise his hand. “Phenonmenal” by Eminem hits over the PA system and the referee raises Tyson and Alex’s hands in victory.))
Jennifer Taylor: Here are your winners… the team of CASS BAUMER… ALEX JONES… and TYSON GREGORY!!!
KV: A great win for Tyson, Alex, and Cass. They go on to face last show’s winning team of Seth Lawless, Amber Richards, and Damon Graves.
SG: Umm, what happened to Cass Baumer?
KV: I don’t really know. She was trying to keep Zooey out of the ring. Can we get some type of help from the camera guys of what happened there?
((The cameras then cut to showing Cass Baumer being carried over the shoulder through the crowd of a man wearing a black hoodie. There’s another man wearing the same exact outfit walking in front of him and clearing a path.))
KV: What in the hell?
SG: Are those the clowns?
((The man holding Cass turns around and shows his mask to the crowd while the man in front of him punches Cass for good measure. The clown holding her turns back around and they disappear through one of the exits.))
KV: We need someone to follow that.
SG: Yeah, this isn’t good. But can we focus on Tyson and Alex Jones for a second? What a team!
KV: I mean, yeah. They did well. But we’re watching a live kidnapping. It’s hard to focus on anything else. Folks, we’re going to try and keep up with this story. I don’t know what to…
((Static hits on the screen and the shot from inside the arena cuts for another. A loud beeping noise can be heard for about twenty seconds with the screen completely back.))
((The beeping noise ends and the video is from a security camera high up outside the building. The clown holding Cass Baumer drops her down on some concrete outside the arena. She tries to hit him from her knees but the second clown rushes at her and knees her in the side of the head. The two clowns stand over her and stomp away at her violently. The first clown slowly pulls her up by the hair over towards a fence. He throws her hard, face first, into the fence. Cass bounces off the fence and falls to the ground. The second clown lifts her up easily onto his shoulders and spikes her face first into the steel before dropping her down again. He pulls her up and holds her up against the fence. The first clown pulls out a lead pipe for his pocket and cracks it over the back of her head. She falls down to her knees and is propped up by the fence. Security guards come rushing onto the scene but the two clowns quickly scale the fence and jump over to safety. Cass gets laid down on the ground as the clowns admire their work through the fence before disappearing into the dark. The feed from the security camera goes black suddenly and the show comes to a close.))
