Post by Robb on Feb 24, 2017 5:08:16 GMT
((The opening riff to “Hardwired" by Metallica plays inside The Rabobank Arena in Bakersfield, CA. Highlights from Anarchy Episode Eight begin to show on the big screen. Anastasia Hayden and Hutch Lanahan fight to a highly competitive draw. The highlights show El Hijo picking up a debut win against Chris Cane and Malik Jones. Dean Judas is shown picking up an impressive victory over Robbie Rayder and Ronnie Harris. Corey Bull picks up a much needed over the impressive Orleans by hitting him with The Fate Killer. Zooey West-Jaa picks up an important victory over Silas Romero for the number one contenders shot at the High Roller Championship with the S̄eụ̄x Tea submission maneuver. Adrien and Aurora pick up an impressive win over Locke & Keyes, showing their ability to team together after being foes two weeks previously. Finally, Tyson Gregory ends the main event Trios Match by nailing The End of Your Sorrows on Damon Graves and picking up the victory for his team. The camera pans over to Khristina Valentine and Samuel Griffin, #FSociety’s announce team.))
KV: Welcome to Episode Nine of Anarchy. We are here in Bakersfield California at The Rabobank Arena with a sold out crowd of 10,400 and boy do we have a send off show right before Insurrection!
SG: You’re telling me! Hutch and Zooey having to team up is one thing I’m looking forward to.
KV: And how about Dean Judas going up against Amber Richards? Two very intense competitors.
SG: PBF versus Alex Jones should be a classic as well!
KV: We also have a match with a special guest, the legendary Jan van der Roost, who will be taking on Allyson Morrow in a “I Respect You” Match.
SG: And he will respect Ally!
KV: Last but not least, Seth Lawless will defend his Anarchy Championship in a Three Stages of Hell match against Corey Bull with Corey putting his career on the line.
SG: Needless to say, that could be one of the greatest matches we ever see in #FSociety’s history and it’s happening right here, tonight!
KV: Exactly. That being said, let’s get the show started!
Match One: Tag Team Match
Ronnie Harris & Jason Michael Douglas versus The I-10 Connection (Bully McCarron & Orleans)
KV: We’re opening up with tag team action.
SG: This tag team division continues to grow by the minute.
KV: We will have The Assassin making his debut to team up with Ronnie Harris on one side.
SG: And them those good ol’ Southern Boys, the I-!0 Connection are back in action this week.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring first… weighing in at 207 pounds and hailing from The Elephant and Castle… RONNIE HARRISSSSSS!
((“10,000 Hours” by TRC blares over the PA system and Ronnie Harris emerges from the back with a stern look on his face. Wasting little time, Ronnie reaches up behind his ear and grabs his mouth guard, placing it in his mouth. He then proceeds to head towards the ring. Climbing up onto the apron, Ronnie enters the ring and stands in the corner, waiting for the match to begin.))
KV: Harris will be looking for his first victory here in #FSociety.
SG: Yeah, good luck.
Jennifer Taylor: His partner… Weighing in at 185 pounds and hailing from Boston, Massachusetts… He is ‘The Assassin’... JASON MICHAEL DOUGLASSSSS!
((A wall of pyro goes off on the stage and he does a corkscrew flip through it landing on his feet. He makes his way down the aisle by sprinting and jumps upon the apron next flinging himself in with a front flip followed by multiple front handsprings. He does a corner backflip and lands in the center of the ring executing a butterfly kick.))
KV: This is the debut here for the man known as The Assassin.
SG: Haha, he’s going to regret showing up tonight.
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: Now these guys I’m looking forward to seeing.
KV: They were not happy about Orleans having to fight Corey Bull at the last show.
SG: And they shouldn’t have been happy about it at all.
KV: Orleans took a tough loss in that one and Bully McCarron got knocked around as well after a lot of interference.
SG: It wasn’t a tag match. It didn’t count.
KV: It did count, and so does this one. Let’s get tonight underway.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Both Orleans and Bully rush their opponents at the bell instead of starting out the match as it should. McCarron starts punching away at the body of Douglas in the corner while Orleans throws Ronnie Harris into another corner and stomps away at him. Bully tosses The Assassin out of the ring and follows him out while Orleans continues his assault in the corner. McCarron smashes Douglas’ face into the barricade and then drops him back with a back drop onto the floor.))
KV: This is just chaos from the start. The referee needs to get some control and get two of thee guys on the apron.
SG: I love this.
((Orleans sends Harris across the ring with an Irish whip. He charges in after him but gets hit with a boot to the face as he gets too close. Harris starts knocking Orleans back with some strikes but he gets leveled from behind with a forearm to the back of the head from BMC. Harris falls down to his hands and knees, so The I-10 Connection flatten him with stomps and continue their attack until the referee finally tries to step in and pull Bully away. Bully intimidates the referee but finally backs away with his hands in the air, heading to the apron. Orleans drops a knee down onto the back of the head of Harris. He stays on top of him in a side mount and throws some knees into the side of the body. He switches his position and locks Harris around the head. Orleans pulls Harris up, backs towards his corner, and tags McCarron in. Orleans holds Harris and Bully connects with an uppercut punch to his exposed ribs. Bully then lifts Harris into the air and powerslams him down. He drops down and goes for a lazy cover.))
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((Harris kicks out of the cover at two.))
KV: He needs to take this a little more seriously and hook the leg.
SG: I don’t think those guys need your help in how to beat people up.
((Bully pulls Harris up a little too casually so Harris shoots for a takedown and pushes him back into the ropes. Bully tries to turn it into a side headlock and then gets pushed forward. McCarron hits the ropes and walks into a boot to the stomach from Ronnie Harris. Harris grabs him by the arm and tries to spin him down into a crossface. McCarron stays on his feet, spins out of Harris’ grip, and then drops Harris with a belly to belly suplex. McCarron pulls Harris up again and holds him around the waist from behind. He pushes Harris forward and throws him towards Harris’ corner.))
KV: What is he doing here?
SG: I like this. He wants The Assassin to get beat up in this one, too.
KV: This is just too much arrogance on Bully’s part.
SG: This is what this division needs.
((Jason Michael Douglas comes in and tries to keep his space from Bully. He connects with a whipping kick to the back of Bully’s leg. A sidekick to the chest connects and keeps McCarron off balance. He then misses with a big kick towards the head. Bully gets close to Douglas and drops him to his knees with a headbutt. Bully scoops him up from behind and drops him down with a side slam backbreaker across his knee. He heads back over to his corner and brings Orleans back in. Orleans connects with a couple of stomps as Douglas tries to push himself up. He hooks Douglas around the head and throws him over with a snap suplex. Orleans pulls Douglas up again and drops him with a piledriver in the middle of the ring. Instead of going for the pin, Orleans starts to pull Douglas up and signals that the match is over.))
KV: He has him beat at this point. I don’t know why he won’t go for the cover.
SG: These boys want to do some damage.
((Orleans holds Douglas up and tags Bully back in. Orleans whips Douglas into the ropes. Ronnie Harris tags himself him but it doesn’t stop Orleans from dropping Douglas down with a drop toe hold onto Bully McCarron’s knee.))
KV: The Draw Bridge just took Jason Michael Douglas out for good.
SG: Here comes Harris back in, though.
((Bully kicks Douglas out of the way. Ronnie Harris comes into the ring and charges at his two opponents for a double clothesline. They both duck under it and he stops himself in the corner. Harris charges back at The I-10 Connection so they lift him up into the air and drop him down with a double belly to back side slam. Bully drops down and goes for the cover while Orleans kicks at Douglas again.))
KV: The Long Road to Nowhere!
SG: Call it. That’s it.
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3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here are your winners… THE I-10 CONNECTIONNN!!!
KV: A big win tonight for Orleans and Bully McCarron tonight.
SG: That’s what happens when you let these guys team up.
KV: everybody better take notice because these guys can hurt people.
((Bully doesn’t let the referee raise his hand but then raises the hand of his partner. They take a few unnecessary stomps at both of their opponents before rolling out of the ring and heading up the ramp looking very proud of themselves.))
((“I am Machine” by Three Days Grace blasts out as the fans boo knowing who is coming out. Alex Jones steps onto the stage in a black suit, his long hair tied back as he walks past all the fans and steps up the ring steps to the apron. He steps into the ring and gets handed a mic as his music dies down and the boo's keep reigning down.))
Alex Jones: Yeah I guess I should expect that right? It's not like any of you can recognize talent when you see it...
((The crowd boo's again and Alex slowly grins leaning back on the ropes. The camera gets in close and Alex just smiles and says loud enough for the camera to pick up "I can wait here all night… I don't care...". After a few moments the boo's start to simmer down and Alex steps forward clearing his throat and tapping the mic a few times.))
Alex Jones: Alright, back to what I was going to say before you all so rudely interrupted. I take it you all know in a few weeks there's going to be a huge title match involving Tyson Gregory, Allyson Morrow, Adrien Cochrane… and me. Now since I stepped foot in #FSociety my goal was to face Tyson… one on one. See the reason was simple. Everywhere I've gone in this business lately his name has been circulating as the best...
((Alex lowers the mic and shrugs with a sigh.))
Alex Jones: And I get it, Tyson exploded with a bang. Won the #FSociety title and then when he lost it a lot of people were shocked. I want to get in the ring and see for myself just how good the young blood is… but… then I got put in the Trios Tournament and earned a shot at that title. Very quickly… my priorities changed… and now, the priority is that championship. See I get that... then I can give a shot to Tyson… and then we can see who the best really is. The young up and comer… or me… a still in his prime champion...
((The crowd starts chanting "please shut up" as Alex just lowers the mic and shakes his head.))
Alex Jones: You know one day you're all going to miss me. But you won't tonight… nope. Cause tonight I am going to step in the ring with Pretty Boy Floyd and remind everyone who the hell Alex Jones is...
((Alex flips the mic as “I am Machine” hits again. He slides from the ring and adjusts his suit as the fans boo loudly.))
Match Two: Singles Match
Diem Masters versus Chris Cane
KV: In our second match of the night, we have Diem Masters taking on Chris Cane in his second ever match in #FSociety.
SG: I like both of these two and I’m excited for this match.
KV: Wow, you’re positive for once.
SG: I am always positive. It’s you that brings the negativity.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring… Weighing in at 150 pounds and hailing from Chicago, Illinois… DIEM MASTERSSSSS!
((The lights turn to a reddish color in the arena, as the starting instruments of "Bloody Creature Poster Girl" by In This Moment start playing. From the back walks out Diem Masters. She stops at the top of the ramp and she looks out at the crowd. She cracks her neck a few times before starting to walk down the ramp. She gets to the ring and climbs the stairs, getting on the apron. She wipes her feet, as she climbs into the ring, heading for her corner. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.))
KV: Diem is looking to rebound after being down on her luck lately.
SG: She’s dating Corey Bull, so you know she’s learned a thing or two about brutality. Chris Cane needs to be prepared.
KV: Valid point.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring… weighing in at 230 pounds and from Nashville, Tennessee… CHRIS CANEEEEEE!
((The words ‘Sorry About Your Damn Luck’ echoes over the PA system and “Keep It Redneck” by The Lacs cues up. Chris walks out on the stage with his trench coat covering his torso. He turns up a beer and then walks down wearing his sunglasses and cowboy hat. In the ring, Cane turns up the beer on the turnbuckle.))
SG: Chris Cane is living the life! Drinking beer and wrestling at the same time!
KV: I don’t know if that’s allowed.
SG: Don’t be a buzzkill! Literally and figuratively!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The match begins as the two opponents step towards each other. Cane tries to play easy with her, but Diem wants none of it and she grabs his head. Diem uses a takedown to drive him to the mat. She continues to hold his head. Cane gets up to one knee as he tries to fight back. Back up to his feet, he pushes off and sends her into the ropes. Diem rebounds and comes at Cane, knocking him right back down with a clothesline. Looking down, she heads for the ropes and hops over the downed Cane. He pops up to his feet as she rebounds back for him, and he drives her down with a big boot straight to her face.))
SG: Great reversal by Cane!
KV: This match has been back and forth so far. You have to love it when matches start like this.
SG: I love it with matches end with the people I enjoy winning. This match will be a win/win for me since I love Cane and Diem.
KV: Of course you do…
((Cane hurries over for the pin attempt))
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2…
SG: Kickout!
KV: He’s got to put in more work than that to finish off Diem.
SG: I’d like to finish on Diem.
KV: WHAT!?
SG: Huh? Nothing!
((Cane back up to his feet and pulls her up with him. He goes to shoot her into the ropes, but Diem reverses it. Cane rebounds and connects with a Sling Blade taking her down to her. Cane covers again))
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KV: Another kick out by Masters!
SG: She better do something quick because Cane really has her on the ropes.
KV: I’m sure Diem will be able to make a solid comeback.
((Cane gets up to his feet and he reaches down to pull Diem back up, but she manages to grab his head and pulls him down for an inside cradle.))
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SG: Cane kicks out!
KV: Great counter by Diem!
SG: She almost had him.
((Cane kicks out as he manages to tumble up to his feet. He kicks Diem in the gut and nails her with a DDT before going for another quick cover.))
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KV: Another kickout!
SG: What a back and forth we have going on here tonight.
((Cane picks up Diem and whips her towards the ropes. She comes bouncing off of them and Cane goes for a clothesline but Masters ducks under it. Diem bounces off the ropes again and Diem and Chris clothesline each other, taking themselves out.))
KV: WOAH! They just clotheslined each other!
SG: Both of them landed their clotheslines with crazy impact. I heard it echo throughout the arena.
((Both of them lay down on the mat as the ref begins a ten count.))
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SG: Cane is getting up.
SIX
KV: It appears that Diem is as well!
((Chris Cane is slowly getting up as Diem is up to one knee. With a burst of energy, Diem is able to get up to her feet. She uses the ropes for momentum and hits a running knee strike to Chris Cane. He falls back as Diem uses a nearby rope to hit a springboard moonsault. She hooks the leg for a cover.))
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SG: A kickout by Cane!
KV: What a series of moves from Diem!
((Diem is slowly back up to her feet as Chris Cane uses the ropes to pull himself up. She is standing and waiting, and as soon as Chris gets up, Diem nails him with a kick to the gut. She then grabs him and nails a knee drop bulldog ))
KV: That could be it!
SG: Oh damn!
((She covers him.))
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KV: THRE… NO!
SG: His foot is on the ropes!
((Chris Cane manages to get a foot on the ropes and Diem cannot believe it. She gets up to her feet and complains to the referee. The ref argues back that he got the foot on the rope.))
KV: Diem needs to pay attention or else this could be over.
SG: Cane is back up on his feet!
((Chris Cane waits for Diem to turn around. She finally stops arguing with the referee and when she turns around, Cane goes for a superkick but Diem ducks under it. Cane turns around and Diem nails him with a superkick of her own and he falls lifelessly to the ground. Diem goes for the cover.))
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3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… DIEM MASTERS!!!
KV: What a win for Diem!
SG: Cane gave it his all but it clearly wasn’t enough. The Cowboy almost had it.
KV: Maybe he’ll be able to rebound at Insurrection against the returning Dirk Bentley.
SG: I thought his knee was messed up!
KV: Apparently not as bad as we thought!
((The screen comes into focus and Amber Richards is seen standing in a dark room. Her long hair is tied back as her hand reaches out to lightly touch a black umbrella hanging on the wall.))
Amber Richards: Direction… it's the thing we all need in life to make sure we can become what we want... when we want...
((Amber smiles as her fingertips dance along the length to the bottom and then slowly back up to the handle.))
Amber Richards: I have lacked direction. Lacked focus. And that is a major… major problem for me. See you all think of me as Renee Pleasant's wife, or Allyson Morrow’s cousin. You don't know me as a great professional wrestler… and that… that needs to change...
((Her head snaps sideways as she steps slowly towards the camera, her green eyes shining in the only light source above.))
Amber Richards: I know… what can help me focus. I know… what will help me become the Amber Richards that once terrified women and men alike… and I know… how to get it. You'll all see… the villain… in… me.
((Amber lets out a small girlish giggle before the camera cuts away again.))
((The cameras cut backstage to a hand knocking on an office door and without waiting for a response, swinging the door open. As the camera pans out we can see Ally Morrow step inside Robb Hardy’s office for the evening. She pauses in the doorway with a smile and a half wave at Robb who acknowledges her with a nod prompting her to continue inside. She approaches the desk he's sitting behind and perches on the corner of it, ignoring the other chair completely, she leans her hand down on the desk and shifts her weight to it, still smiling very pleasantly.))
Ally Morrow: Hi Robb, you got a minute so we can have that little chat now?
((Her voice is overly controlled, almost through gritted teeth as she obviously tries to stay as smiley and friendly as she can manage. Robb’s brow furrows as he leans back in his chair and taps his fingers on the desk.))
Robb Hardy: Sure thing. What is it that you need, Ms. Morrow?
Ally Morrow: I am having some… Issues with your announcement regarding Insurrection.
((She leans in slightly closer, taking a breath to regain control of her voice and keep the smile steady.))
Ally Morrow: I have absolutely no place being in that four-way.
((Robb’s eyes widen as he tilts his head to the side.))
Robb Hardy: Well… Your team won and you are undefeated here in #FSociety so far, so I don’t see how you don’t belong in it but I’d be happy to hear your explanation.
((Ally nods her head slowly, leaning back she crosses her arms over her chest.))
Ally Morrow: Undefeated in less than a handful of matches, one of which wasn't even anything resembling a wrestling match… As for the Trios, I come in at the last hurdle onto a team basically guaranteed victory looking at the opposing team… I was added to that team as a favour to a friend; I don't want an #FSociety Championship match off a favour and a blood bath. I earn what I take Robb…. I'm not here to look pretty and skip through the hard work…
((She uncrosses her arms and leans back in, arching her brow.))
Ally Morrow: I want a shot at that title and I'm going to be your #FSociety Champion one day, but I don't want a shot like this, I'm an athlete, not an accessory… Give me what I earn.
((Robb continues to tap his fingers on the table as he looks at Ally with a thoughtful look on his face. He then smiles as he leans forward towards her.))
Robb Hardy: I hear you and you know what? I’m a fair and giving guy, especially in situations like this. I can’t force you to be in a match that you don’t want to be in. So, here’s the deal… You tell me what you think you earned and I’ll give it to you, alright?
((Ally smiles her first genuine smile since entering the office, she sits up straight now and nods.))
Ally Morrow: I was so hoping you'd say that… I think I've earned a shot at the Anarchy Championship; I'm certainly better placed than most here to have a shot and let's be honest… No one is going to elevate that Championship quite the way it will be around my waist.
((Robb smiles and nods his head.))
Robb Hardy: Fantastic. I can definitely do that. You get the winner out of Corey Bull and Seth Lawless but here’s one last thing I need from you, Ally. You wanted this match and you definitely earned it, so I’m going to give you won last gift from me to you since it’s the holiday season. You choose the stipulation.
((Robb leans back in his chair and a smirk runs over his face. Ally laughs softly for a moment, pausing to think for less than a second.))
Ally Morrow: Despite what people assume about me, I don't need some ultra violent gimmick to get my point across, let's keep this as a simple submission match… I honestly doubt either of those meat headed brutes could match my submission specialities anyway…. Tap out or Pass out, only way to win.
((Robb nods before standing up from his chair and patting Ally on the shoulder.))
Robb Hardy: I can see why Tyson likes you so much. Was a pleasure doing business with you, Ally. Good luck at Insurrection.
((She smirks slightly and extends her hand to Robb, as he takes it and shakes it she hops down off the desk, placing her other hand on Robb’s arm with a nod of the head.))
Ally Morrow: The pleasure was all mine…
((She punctuates the sentence with a small laugh before stepping around him slightly to leave his office.))
Match Three: Singles Match
Robbie Rayder versus Anastasia Hayden vs Dexter Anthony
KV: Up next we’ve got a good Triple Threat featuring three newer talents here to the #FSociety roster.
SG: Let’s see who lines up to get beat down by some of my favorites in the coming weeks.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… Weighing in at 195 pounds and hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia... ROBBIE RAYDERRRRR!
((The lights dim as a red siren light circles the arena. “Indestructible” by Disturbed plays as Robbie Rayder, wearing his ring attire and color matching cape, walks out and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring. Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then pulling the cape off from his neck. He slides into the ring, front flips up, drops to a knee and points to the ceiling again, then lowers his index fingers to point at his opponents.))
Jennifer Taylor: His opponent… weighing in at 128 pounds and hailing from Steele, North Dakota… ANASTASIA HAYDENNN!!!
KV: Ana was a in tough double count out versus Hutch last show. This is a great opportunity for her.
SG: Please, no more countouts!
((The distorted and glitched opening of "Dad’s Garage" by Nuclear Moms starts playing. The guitar builds up and once the drums hit, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains, her mouth guard hanging from her mouth. The boos begin and Ana isn’t bothered as she stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds before she pops the mouth guard back in and starts making her way down to the ring. Ana leaps up to the ring apron and climbs through the ropes, heading over to a free corner and resting against it. She pops her mouth guard back out, chewing on it in the process, and waits for the match to begin.))
Jennifer Taylor: Their opponent… Weighing in at 265 pounds and hailing from Shadow Hills, California… DEXTER ANTHONYYY!!
((The lights go out as the beginning riff of "My Name is Human" begins to play through the speakers. Once the song picks up the lights begin to strobe. Suddenly one light appears at the top of the arena and out from the top of the crowed appears Dexter Anthony. He makes his way down to the ring through the crowd and finally jumps the barricade and then slides into the ring. He walks to the ropes and screams "FEED ME YOUR DREAMS!" before he goes to one corner and sits down back against the bottom turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin.))
KV: This will be the #FSociety debut here for Dexter.
SG: I want one of these three to impress me here tonight.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The match begins as Anastasia and Dexter sort of nod each other and head towards Rayder. They both charge forward but Anastasia stops in her tracks as Dexter leaps forward driving Rayder back with a shoulder tackle. Robbie's back hits the corner as Anthony grabs Rayder from behind with a release German Suplex and nails it with perfection.))
SG: It looks like Anastasia Hayden is picking her spots!
KV: It’s a smart idea to hang back at first and conserve her energy.
((Anastasia moves forward looking to get her hands on Dexter, but he grabs Anastasia and reverses positions putting her into the corner. Dexter throws a shoulder into Anastasia, steps back, and throws a second shoulder. Anastasia doubles over as Rayder comes up behind Anthony, and grabs him hitting a Belly to Back Suplex. Rayder grabs Anastasia and whips her over the top rope, with Anastasia falling to the floor on the outside. Rayder looks back to Dexter and he drops for a cover.))
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KV: Kickout by Dexter Anthony!
SG: Robbie almost had that one!
KV: It was a smart idea throwing Hayden other of the ring and getting her out of the way. Having a one on one match up is the way to go.
((Rayder begins to get up and bring Dexter with him but Dexter grabs a hold of Robbie’s arm and drags him down for an armbar.))
SG: Great counter by Dexter!
KV: Will Robbie tap!?
SG: Nope because here comes Anastasia!!
((Anastasia springboards off the ropes and nails a 450 splash on Dexter, causing him to break the hold. Anastasia gets to her feet and pulls Dexter up to his feet. Anastasia grabs him and nails a snap DDT.))
SG: Ana is in control of this one!
KV: Great, here comes Rayder back into the picture!
((As Rayder sees what is going on, he comes up behind Anastasia who is in the seated position. Rayder lays a left kick to the back of Anastasia, followed by a right and then another left kick. Ana collapses to the mat after one final kick from Rayder and he goes for the cover.))
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((There is a kickout by Anastasia as Rayder rolls Anthony onto his back and another cover.))
KV: Anastasia kicked out so Robbie is trying to cover Dexter Anthony now!
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KV: Dexter kicks out!
SG: No surprise there, Robbie waited too long to cover him.
((Anastasia slowly gets up to her feet as Deter gets up from the pin attempt. Anastasia turns towards Dexter and she attempts to plant a kick to him. Dexter is able to stop Anastasia's kick by grabbing her foot, but Anastasia is quick to jump up and connect with an enziguri. Dexter drops to his knees as Anastasia backs up a few steps. She charges forward and drives her knees into the jaw of Anthony and it sends him flying through the ropes and out of the ring.))
SG: Damn, if Dexter didn’t go flying out of the ring, I think Anastasia might’ve had the match.
KV: It’s too late now and Robbie is back up!
((Rayder gets up to his feet as Anastasia turns around. They stare each other down for a moment as Rayder motions for Anastasia to bring it. Anastasia smirks and walks in his direction. The two begin to circle each other until Anastasia becomes the aggressor. She slides forward with momentum and is able to quickly arm drag Rayder down to the mat. Anastasia holds onto the arm as Rayder uses his body strength and legs to flip himself back up to his feet. With Anastasia still holding on, Rayder grabs her and hits a sort of belly-to-back suplex driving Anastasia down onto the back of her head. Rayder quickly up to his feet as he flips forward and hits a leg drop to the chest of Anastasia. Robbie goes for the cover.))
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SG: Hayden kicks out!
KV: That one was close!
SG: What a match so far!
((Rayder, knowing better than to let up, quickly to his feet and tries to pull Anastasia up. Anastasia gets up to one foot and one knee, but is able to push Rayder backwards a step. Anastasia rises to her feet. Rayder charges and goes for a clothesline but Anastasia ducks under it and then leaps backwards, nailing a Pele Kick. Anastasia goes for the cover.))
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KV: Robbie kicks out!
SG: Anastasia isn’t letting up though!
((After Robbie kicks out, Anastasia immediately locks him into a crossface. Rayder fights through it as he yells in pain. Situated in the middle of the ring, Rayder has no ropes. He tries to wiggle and squirm, but it’s no use. Rayder still tries to fight it but he is fading fast. Out of nowhere, Dexter jumps forward and drives an elbow into the back of the head of Anastasia breaking the submission.))
KV: Anastasia almost had it!
SG: Dexter Anthony foiled it but I can’t really complain. I dig his style.
((Anastasia is slow to get up as Dexter yanks her up by the arm. Anastasia is pulled up to her feet as Anthony tries to grab her for a suplex but Anastasia is able to block it. Rayder comes out of nowhere and leap frogs Anastasia to hit a throwback neckbreaker onto Dexter Anthony.))
KV: Wow, what a move!
SG: That was literally out of nowhere. Robbie Rayder can really fly!
((Rayder turns around and Anastasia grabs him by the head and throws him over the ropes but Robbie is able to hold on. Ana goes to punch Rayder but he ducks under it before nailing a hanging soccer kick which sends Anastasia crashing to the mat. Robbie then gets into the ring and goes for the cover.))
1…
2...
SG: She kicks out! Wow!!!
KV: I thought for sure she was done.
SG: So did I!
((Dexter Anthony is back up on his feet and he grabs Rayder. Anthony lifts him up for a suplex but Rayder counters and lands on his feet behind Dexter. Dexter turns around and Robbie drops him with an enziguri. Robbie then climbs the turnbuckle and looks down at Dexter before leaping off and nailing a 450 Corkscrew Shooting Star Splash and going for the pin.))
KV: AIRE RAYDE!!
SG: Damn it!
1…
2…
SG: Here comes Anastasia!!
((Anastasia dropkicks Robbie off of Dexter. Robbie gets up on his knees but Anastasia is quick to react and she takes Robbie down with a hurricanrana driver which causes Robbie’s head to thump off the canvas hard before he rolls out of the ring.))
KV: Anastasia Hayden has taken control of this one!
SG: She’s got her eyes set on Dexter!
((Anastasia stalks Dexter until he starts to stir. He gets up to his knees when Ana nails him with a repeated kicks to the face which causes Dexter to drop down into a seated position in a daze. Anastasia then bounces off of the ropes and nails Dexter with a Sliding Forearm Smash.))
SG: Human Target Practice!
KV: That might be all she wrote.
((She goes for the pin.))
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Robbie slides into the ring to break up the count but he’s too late. Anastasia stands up and the referee holds her hand in victory as “Dad’s Garage” blares over the PA system.))
Jennifer Taylor: The winner of the match… ANASTASIA HAYDENNN!!!!
KV: What a win by Anastasia and what a match! Robbie almost broke up the pin but he was too late.
SG: The right person won tonight, folks. Robbie Rayder can suck it!
KV: Hey! Robbie is great! He had an amazing showing tonight.
((Backstage by the catering area, the #FSociety Tag Team Champions Rebel Ink can be seen walking past a large cold cut platter. Upon seeing the platter full of meat, Aurora cringes.))
Aurora: Ugh... as much as I ate at Alicia and Jason’s place last Thursday, I can barely bring myself to even LOOK at this table right now...
Damon: Never mind the leftovers you packed into the fridge.
Aurora: Hey... I’m not the one that made enough food to feed the entire US Army!
Damon: True. Though I wonder how long it’ll take before I’m completely burned out on sandwiches.
Aurora: The way YOU eat, all that meatloaf won’t last more than a couple of days!
Voice: But where would he put all that food?
((Aurora and Damon turn around to see their trainer, Jason Perry standing there, holding a plate full of food. The big man picks up a slice of turkey, popping it into his mouth.))
Aurora: Now I see why Alicia made so much... she has to feed YOU!
Jason: Very funny. All joking aside, I’m glad to see none of what Hutch said recently had you rattled.
((Aurora and Damon shake their heads. Aurora can’t help but let out a little chuckle.))
Aurora: Nothing but pure ignorance out of that fool. To think... I was actually relatively NICE to him! Well, good to know I won’t have to bother after tonight.
Damon: What do you expect from someone that lives in a small town with name longer than their population?
((All three of them laugh.))
Aurora: Probably smells like fish, too. But what about Zooey? Think they’ll be able to pull it together in time?
Damon: Part of me hopes they do. The other part of me just wants to watch them tear each other apart.
Jason: Well, you two can certainly help with the latter...
((The trio continue their conversation as they walk out of frame.))
Match Four: Singles Match
Dean Judas versus Amber Richards
SG: Dean Judas versus Amber Richards is going to be killer!
KV: These two are two of the most brutal competitors here in #FSociety. I hope they don’t tear this place apart.
SG: Hell, that’s exactly what I’m excited for!
KV: Needless to say, this should be an interesting match!
Jennifer Taylor: This match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… Weighing in at 225 pounds and currently residing in Hollywood, California… DEAN JUDASSSSS!
((The lights along the big screen pulsate while the arena is engulfed in darkness. Pulsating to the music the lights continue to have the strobe effect that fade to black right before the gunfire is heard ripping through the speakers while white bright lights strobe to the rapid fire. As the first verse of Drake's “Energy” hits the lights all blast on following the beat of the verse.))
~~I got enemies, got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy.~~
((The song hammers with every pulse being felt throughout the arena, a series of bright blinding white lights flash in time. Wind and smoke chaotically collect, swirl and clash on the entrance stage until it engulfs the entire stage whole. Out walks Dean Judas with a grin on his face and cocky swagger about him. Strolling down the ramp as the music continues to pound the crowd’s attempts to boo Dean into submission. Like a man possessed Dean continues his slow walk towards the ring.))
~~I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day
Fuck goin' online that ain't part of my day
I got real shit poppin' with my family too
I got niggas that can never leave Canada too.~~
((As camera flashes continue to pop he slides under the bottom rope into the ring.
Dean Judas rises up from the mat and climbs up on the turnbuckle. Facing the hard camera, Dean pounds his chest like a BEAST. Hopping down off the rope he crouches down in the corner with both hands still firmly grasped onto the top ropes. Dean is focused and awaiting the sound of the bell to come out swinging like a caged animal unleashed.))
SG: Look at the intense focus in that man’s eyes. He’s ready for war.
KV: And I’m sure Amber is going to bring it.
SG: I’m getting goosebumps thinking about it!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... 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: Amber Richards… Beautiful and brutal! My favorite mix!
KV: She looks crazy.
SG: Don’t be rude!! But yeah, she does look kind of crazy.
KV: I know…
DING! DING! DING!!!
((As soon as the bell sounds, Judas doesn’t hesitate and charges right at Amber. He smashes her face in with a vicious running boot and she crumbles to the ground.))
KV: What a boot! I felt that one from here.
SG: You and me both. Amber’s teeth have to be rattling after that one.
((Judas mounts Amber and starts to rain down lefts and rights onto Amber and he pummels her while the referee begins to make the count to five.))
KV: One after the other, Judas is going to force the ref to put a stop to this match.
SG: Absolutely. Amber is a fighter though.
KV: The referee’s count is almost to five!
((Right before the referee can count to five, Judas stops. Getting up from the mount Judas runs his hand under his nose and wipes across his mouth. The crowd begins to stir as a mixed reaction of boos and cheers mix in. Judas watches in a crouched position stalking his prey.))
KV: Look at him stalking his prey; Judas looks like he’s going for the Lobotomy.
SG: Watch out Amber!
((Just as Judas winds up to kick Amber’s head off she’s quick to duck out of the way.))
KV: Perfectly timed rollout by Amber! She still has plenty of fight left!
SG: She’s taking it to Judas now!
((With a miss Judas spins around and get hit in the back of the head by an elbow from the leaping Amber. Stumbling into the ropes Judas holds onto the back of his head as Amber charges him and sends him through the bottom rope with a dropkick.))
KV: Judas sent to the outside by Amber!
SG: Amber is in control and I think she’s about to take flight!
((Amber runs the ropes and leaps over the top as Judas gets to his feet. Amber manages to land on Dean’s shoulders sending him flipping onto his back with a hurricanrana.))
KV: The crowd is loving this match between these two bad asses!
SG: I’m loving it even more! This is awesome.
((Amber grabs a handful of Judas hair and brings him up slowly. Firing a shot to the head of Judas, Amber cocks back to fire another right but this time Judas reaches up quickly and snatches her arm and twists it.))
KV: Judas is looking to take back control of this one.
SG: With these two on the outside of the ring, this could get ugly pretty damn fast.
((Before Judas can do anything Amber drives a knee right into the gut of Judas causing him to drop down to a knee of his own. Backing away from Judas, Amber gives herself some space to work. With a full head of steam Amber charges towards Judas again. She jumps on his shoulders and spins around drilling his face into the mat.))
KV: Hurricanrana driver! What a move!
SG: I can’t believe she hit it on him and on the outside! Judas could be concussed or worse! Amber needs to get him into that ring and pin him immediately.
((Amber attempts to pick Judas up and drag him into the ring but it’s taking a great deal of time. Dean suddenly begins to stir while Amber is carrying him and he shoves her off. Amber charges back at Dean and she goes for a clothesline but he ducks under it. Amber turns around and Dean knees her in the gut before grabbing a fist full of her hair and slamming her face down on the apron. He then rolls Amber in the ring before sliding in himself.))
KV: Damn, Amber just took a shot to the face!
SG: Yeah she did! Hehe!
KV: Goddamnit, Samuel!
((Judas picks Amber up and grabs her hair before he yanks it back causing her to fall down hard to the canvas. Dean watches as Amber slowly gets to a single knee using the ropes for support. Sizing her up once more, Judas eagerly waits for Amber to turn around.))
KV: Judas could be looking for something big here!
SG: He’s been brutalizing Amber here tonight, so this could be the end!
((Not wanting to wait anymore Judas shoves Amber into the ropes causing her to charge back at him. Judas lifts up Amber and begins to swing her around going for the Sempiternal.))
KV: He’s got it!
SG: Or does he!?
((Amber does a backflip out of Dean’s hold and before he can do anything about it, Amber nails him with a superkick to the chin.))
KV: What a counter!
SG: Did you hear that echo throughout the arena? I think Judas might be dead!
KV: Superkicks are awesome.
((Amber goes for the cover.))
1…
2…
SG: Judas somehow kicks out!!
KV: WOAH!
((Amber pulls Judas up off the mat and hooks him around the head. She tries to lift him for a cradle DDT but Judas blocks it. He then lifts her up and drops her down neck first onto the top rope. Richards bounces off the ropes and down into the mat. She gets up to her knees and Judas connects with a rolling savate kick. He immediately drops down and goes for the cover.))
KV: He blocked The Gypsy Driver and hit The Lobotomy.
SG: Knockout!
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… DEAN JUDASSSS!!!
((“Energy” hits over the PA system and Judas gets his hand raised by the referee. He pulls his arm away and rolls out of the ring looking very content with his win.))
KV: Another strong showing for Dean Judas tonight.
SG: I legit thought Amber had him there but he pulled through.
KV: I can’t wait to see what this guy has in store for us next.
((The cameras cut backstage to the catering area where Tyson Gregory sits at a table off in the corner, obviously relaxing, one earbud in his ear and the other hanging off down to the side as her just watches the activity in the room. Seemingly out of nowhere a rather misshapen cupcake is placed in front of him, an obviously unskilled hand has taken some time to decorate the baked treat and sticking out of the top is a rainbow coloured ‘Happy Birthday’ candle.
Tyson arches his brow looking at the cupcake before Ally slides into the seat beside him, glancing out the corner of his eye he seems her smiling but her expression is also slightly anxious, she leans in close to reach across in front of him and point at the cupcake.))
Ally Morrow: It’s kind of... Weirdly shaped and burned in places but... It’s not poisonous I swear…
((She laughs softly and bites her bottom lip looking up at him with her eyebrow raised as she leans back slightly not so in his personal space. He takes the cupcake from her and looks it over.))
Tyson Gregory: I think it looks lovely. Poison or not, I'm going to save this for a victory snack after my win over the Assman… Thanks Ally Cat.
((He sets the cupcake on the table in front of him and gives her a quick hug. She smiles and leans back into him with a slightly more relaxed, playful expression.))
Ally Morrow: Don’t you want to blow out your candle? Make a wish?
((She holds up a small box of matches she was holding to light the candle, turning her head to look him in the eyes with a smile. He can't help but smile back.))
Tyson Gregory: Of course… And I have the perfect thing to wish for.
((She smiles at him for a second longer before turning back to the cupcake, striking a match she lights it carefully, before leaning back, blowing the flame out on the match before nodding at him to go ahead.))
Ally Morrow: Remember, you can’t tell me what you wish for or it won't come true!
((She laughs softly and tilts her head to the side to watch him. He smirks back to her and then closes his eyes. Tyson mouths a few inaudible words and then blows the candle out.))
Tyson Gregory: Thank you Ally Cat, I really appreciate you doing this for me.
((She blushes a soft pink colour shaking her head slightly with a smile.))
Ally Morrow: Everyone should have cake on their birthday it’s like… some unwritten rule of the world.
((She leans in closer now, turning her head so that her lips are at his ear, dropping her voice to a barely audible level with a small smirk on her lips.))
Ally Morrow: As for your other gift… That’s something you’re going to need to unwrap somewhere far… Far more private.
((His eyes widen as a big grin covers his face.))
Tyson Gregory: Happy birthday to me…
((The pair continue to playfully watch each other as the scene switches.))
((Backstage interviewer is standing by in the interview area with the duo Locke and Keyes. Neither of the two women are dressed to wrestle and Anderson holds the microphone out as he begins to ask them a question.))
Tim Anderson: Ladies, last week you suffered your first loss here in #FSociety against Adrien Cochrane and Aurora Knight. How are you feeling coming out of that match?
Locke: You know, it was a tough one.
Keyes: We knew coming in we were underdogs, but we gave it everything we had.
Locke: At this level, every decision and every moment counts.
Keyes: I lost focus, for even a half a second. I had Cochrane in my sights. I went after Aurora and knocked her off the apron for no reason. And he caught me.
Locke: But I don’t blame my partner. That’s not how we work. The key is we’re going to learn from that match and we won’t make the same mistake again.
Tim Anderson: Going forward, what is next for Locke and Keyes?
Keyes: We don’t have a match signed for Insurrection in two weeks. But we will be there.
Locke: There isn’t a team in the world we won’t face.
Keyes: We don’t mind being underdogs again. We don’t mind being considered the favorites. We just want to win.
Tim Anderson: Anyone in particular you want to call out?
Locke: No. Because we’re still pretty new here. We’re not trying to ruffle any feathers. But we’ll fight anyone.
Keyes: We have something to prove.
Locke: And we know that at Insurrection we will prove to the world the potential and the skill and the intuitiveness of Locke and Keyes.
Keyes: Thanks, Tim. But we want to go and watch the champs in action.
Locke: Squad goals, right?
((The two women bump their forearms together and walk off as Tim stands there and nods.))
Match Five: Non-Title Tag Team Match
Rebel Ink (Damon & Aurora Graves) versus Zooey West-Jaa & Hutch Lanahan
KV: Robb Hardy has a good sense of humor with this one.
SG: No, he’s just an idiot.
KV: You’ve got the Tag Team Champions who have been looking for challengers taking on the High Roller Champion and his Number One Contender.
SG: So how does this benefit anyone?
KV: It benefits the fans because these are four talented wrestlers and three of our top champions.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a Non-Title Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring… 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 opponent.))
Jennifer Taylor : And her 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 #FSociety 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 waits for the match to begin.))
SG: I’m looking forward to seeing Zooey kick this guys head off in two weeks.
KV: These two have fought before, they know they are fighting again soon, but for now they have to work together.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming And their opponents… Weighing in at a combined weight of 348 pounds… Hailing from Long Beach, California... the #FSOCIETY TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… here are AURORA GRAVES and DAMON GRAVES… REBELLL INKKK!!!
((“Refuse/Resist” by Sepultura blares over the sound system as red lights pulse around the stage in time to the music. Aurora Knight and Damon Graves step through the curtain and stand at the center of the stage holding onto their #FSociety Tag Team Titles. Aurora takes a position in front of Damon. Aurora slowly raises her arms, with her hands in a ‘Rock On’ gesture, while Damon brings his arms around Aurora’s shoulders, bringing his fists together in front of her. As the crowd cheers, red pyro explodes behind them as they walk down the ramp toward the ring. Once they reach the ring, Damon walks up the ring steps while Aurora takes a couple steps back, then at full sprint, slides under the bottom rope. They mount opposite turnbuckles, playing to the crowd until there music fades out.))
KV: Not only are these two the Tag Team Champions but Aurora has a recent win over Adrien Cochrane and Damon got his team to the finals of the Trios Tournament.
SG: And when are they going to defend their belts?
KV: When there is a true challenger.
((Damon Graves and Hutch Lanahan are the ones that stay in the ring for the start of the match.))
KV: This one should be good. Let’s get this one underway.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Graves and Hutch approach each other and lock up. Damon turns Lanahan into a hammerlock but Hutch counters and takes Damon down with an arm drag takedown. He keeps him in an arm bar but Graves counters up and gets Hutch in a side headlock. Hutch tries to lift him up for a back drop, but Damon stops it and then flips him onto his back with a headlock takedown. Damon keeps the headlock applied but Hutch turns him over and goes for an early pin.))
1…
((Damon releases the hold in order to kick out and both men reset to their feet. There is a nod between them and the crowd applauds the grappling between the two. Zooey tags herself in and looks very confident as she steps through the ropes. Hutch gives her a look but heads to the apron.))
KV: I think Hutch wasn’t expecting that tag.
SG: That was a snoozer. Zooey is here to save the day and make this a fight.
((Damon looks over to Aurora and tags her in. Aurora Graves comes into the ring and is careful as she approaches the striker standing in front of her. West-Jaa looks ready to strike and catches Aurora with a kick to the back of the knee. Aurora buckles for a brief moment but doesn’t get knocked down. Zooey comes from another angle and connects with a kick to the midsection. West-Jaa looks to continue the assault with a spinning leg sweep but Aurora jumps over it and then blasts her with an European uppercut. West-Jaa gets knocked back into the ropes and Aurora keeps on her, chopping her in the chest and then following up with a knee to the midsection. Aurora whips Zooey across the ring. Zooey hooks herself on the opposite set of ropes to prevent herself from bouncing back towards her opponent. Aurora charges in and catches a kick to the face. Aurora stumbles back a few steps and then gets caught with a flying knee to the jaw. Aurora stays on her feet but finally gets knocked down by a running palm strike. Aurora gets helped up and then backed into a corner. Zooey uses a side kick to keep her in place and then backs away before flying in with a calf kick into the corner. She then starts lighting her up with a series of kicks to the body.))
KV: Just one after another. This is not where Aurora wants to be.
SG: Those kicks are just so quick.
((Zooey hits a load of kicks but then steps back and lines up for one more. Before she can deliver it Aurora charges out of the corner and slams Zooey down onto the back of her head by her hair. Aurora stays on her knees, sitting over Zooey, and shakes her head.))
KV: Those kicks were nice but sometimes there’s nothing as strong as just smashing someone’s head into the mat.
SG: Wow, that was kind of hot.
KV: I don’t want to hear you anymore or I’ll make Aurora do that to you as well.
((Aurora gets up and tags her husband in. Damon drops down onto Zooey with an elbow drop. He then transitions into a figure four headlock. Zooey struggles to get out of the hold and then Damon changes their positioning and flips them both over onto their stomachs, still in the hold. He lifts up and then slams her head down into the mat, still not releasing his headlock. He lifts up again but Zooey manages to slip out from behind him. Damon tries to scramble up but Zooey is on her feet first and she catches him in the back of the head with a kick. Damon falls forward and Zooey falls back towards her corner. Hutch tags himself in and keeps Damon down on the mat with a chinlock.))
KV: Zooey needed that tag.
SG: Let’s see what Hutch can do.
((Hutch tries to keep pressure down on Damon but Graves starts working his way up to his feet. Damon reaches up, grabs Hutch around the head, and then drops down with a jawbreaker. Hutch stays on his feet but Damon is able to tag out to Aurora. Aurora comes in and kicks Hutch in the midsection. She then starts drilling him with knees to the body. Hutch fights back however, and pushes Aurora back into the ropes. She comes back at him and he spins around to connect with a spinning back fist. He pulls her right back up and drops her with a sitout facebuster. He turns Aurora over using his legs and goes for a pin in a mounted position.))
1…
2…
((Aurora kicks out at two.))
KV: She’s not giving up without having her leg hooked.
SG: Hutch needs to keep going. Come on, man. Let’s see that killer instinct.
KV: These guys are hitting each other with everything they have like champions should.
((Hutch helps to pull Aurora up again and then throws her back into the turnbuckles in the corner with a side Russian leg sweep. He pulls himself up and then hits the opposite ropes before coming back for a shotgun kick. Aurora moves out of the way just in time and Hutch’s leg goes through the ropes. Aurora pulls Hutch back in from behind and rolls him up for a pin.))
1…
2…
((Hutch not only kicks out but gets his legs wrapped around Aurora and pulls her into a triangle choke. Aurora tries to escape the hold but Hutch drops back. His shoulders are on the mat so the referee counts them down.))
1…
2…
((Hutch bridges up to not get beaten while having Aurora in the submission.))
KV: Hutch almost beat himself.
SG: Damn, she’s fighting this.
KV: It’s locked in tight.
SG: She better figure something out.
KV: Aurora is fighting for the those ropes.
((Aurora kicks in desperation and pushes to get herself to the ropes. Hutch lets go right away and Aurora pulls herself out to the apron. She begins to get up on the apron and Hutch hooks her by the head. He lifts her up for a suplex and Zooey tags herself back in again. She climbs up to the top rope while Hutch holds Aurora in the air. West-Jaa leaps off the top and lands a kick while Hutch drops Aurora down. Zooey jumps onto Aurora Graves and goes for the cover.))
1…
2…
((Damon Graves jumps in and breaks up the pin before Hutch sees him coming. Hutch stays in the ring and starts knocking Damon back into the corner with some punches. Aurora and Zooey trade strikes in the opposite corner with Aurora getting the upper hand. Aurora turns around and Hutch charges at her with a discus clothesline. She ducks and Hutch levels Zooey by mistake in the corner with his spinning lariat.))
KV: Oh no! Lanahan’s Lariat to his own partner.
SG: He did that on purpose.
((Damon and Aurora get together and knock Hutch out of the ring with double dropkicks. Damon snapmares Zooey into position in the middle of the ring and Aurora hits her with a running knee to the temple. Aurora drops down into position and goes for the cover.))
KV: She told me to watch for that tonight. She calls it One Foot in the Grave.
SG: That will do it.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here are your winners… REBELLL INKKK!!!
((“Refuse/Resist” begins to play and the referee hands Damon and Aurora their #FSociety Tag Team Championships. Hutch looks on frustrated from the outside and Zooey West-Jaa rolls out right in front of him. He tries to say something to her but she walks on by.))
KV: A big win for the champs.
SG: I think Hutch just wanted to get in a good shot before Zooey beats him in two weeks.
KV: I don’t think that was it at all. The tag team champs were just on their game tonight.
SG: So who gets the next shot?
KV: I don’t know, but Rebel Ink will be hard to beat if they keep looking like that.
((The scene cuts backstage in an apparently empty locker room when a voice begins to speak.))
: Good evening everyone. My name is Adrien Cochrane, your current #FSociety Champion.((The camera spins around to show Adrien Cochrane, preparing for his match with Starlight later tonight, sitting in his locker room with the camera pointing directly at him. As soon as he is visible on screen, the fans erupt in loud cheers. He is dressed in his gear and taping up his wrists. The championship belt currently held by the Dropkick King sits behind him on the shelf of his locker above his head.))
Adrien Cochrane: I wanted to speak before everyone and say a few words. Mostly, I wanted to say that I hoped everyone watching this, whether you are a fan, a member of the roster or staff, had a wonderful Thanksgiving where you reflected on all the positive things in your life that all of us probably take for granted every other day… assuming you are one who observed it this past Thursday. If not, I apologize for my tardiness more so than this message already was.
It is on that note that I wanted to reflect on everything I’m thankful for. I’m thankful for the fact that the path of my life led to this moment where I can stand before you as your #FSociety Champion. I am thankful for Robb and Chris for giving me an opportunity to be on this roster and a chance to win this belt. I am thankful for my manager, Eddie Walker, and the rest of my support system for being in my corner and helping me get to where I am. I am absolutely gracious for the wonderful fans we have here who have done nothing but support me here as I’ve climbed to the top of this company.
((Loud cheers again from the fans as they are thanked by the champion.))
Adrien Cochrane: Now, here’s some you might not expect. I am thankful for Starlight and the fight I know she is going to bring tonight. I am thankful for Daniela Cabello torturing my manager on Twitter on a constant basis for my entertainment. I am thankful for Aurora Graves for being a tough opponent that made me regain my focus, and a tag team partner I could count on the very next show. I am thankful for Locke and Keyes for making me appreciate that we have a wonderful tag division in our company. I am thankful for Jennifer Taylor for always nailing my introduction perfectly. I am thankful for Samuel Griffen and all others who doubt me, past or present, for keeping me humble and being critical towards me in a sometimes constructive manner, and on the other side of that coin, Khristina Valentine for defending me and playing devil’s advocate to her partner. I appreciate my previous opponents from earlier that haven’t been around as much such as Darien Hacaga and Xavier Young.
I thank Alex Jones for being a tough, competitive person who makes me want to push myself despite never facing him previously to the next level in order to keep myself holding my championship just because of the obvious talent this guy has. And most of all, I am thankful for the man who pushed me to the point where I reached a point I had previously never reached by defeating me, pushing the right buttons, and facing me off with his then-championship on the line, Mr. Tyson Gregory.
We all have a lot to be thankful for. Some of the things may not be as obvious as the rest. I’m thankful for the opportunity I have that the very next match I’m in, I’m headlining in a Triple Threat Match with two other highly talented individuals and that I can be a part of that match, win or lose, with every intention that I will be walking out, still champion. In fact, I will leave you with this one last nugget…
I am thankful that I will be the first person in #FSociety history to successfully defend the #FSociety Championship.
((Adrien gives a warm grin to the camera before it cuts back to to the ring.))
((The lights along the big screen pulsate while the arena is engulfed in darkness. Pulsating to the music the lights continue to have the strobe effect that fade to black right before gunfire is heard ripping through the speakers while white bright lights strobe to the rapid fire. As the first verse of Drake's “Energy” hits the lights all blast on following the beat of the verse. The song hammers with every pulse being felt throughout the arena, a series of bright blinding white lights flash in time. Wind and smoke chaotically collect, swirl and clash on the entrance stage until it engulfs the entire stage whole. Out walks Dean Judas with a grin on his face and cocky swagger about him. Strolling down the ramp as the music continues to pound the crowd’s attempts to boo Dean into submission. Like a man possessed Dean continues his slow walk towards the ring. As camera flashes continue to pop he slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Dean Judas rises up from the mat and climbs up on the turnbuckle. Facing the hard camera, Dean pounds his chest like a BEAST. Hopping down off the rope he demands a microphone from the ring announcer.))
DJ: LISTEN UP!
((The crowd boos loudly as Judas shows them no respect whatsoever.))
DJ: #FSociety, I’ve been callin’ people daily and yet here I stand in the ring… with no challenge in front of me. So this is where I shut shit down… this is where I take over Anarchy.
((The crowd boos, but it doesn’t deter him.))
DJ: So who gonna be the one in #FSociety to let me rearrange their face in a fight?
((Judas pauses for a moment waiting for someone to come out and just as he thought no one comes out as usual.))
DJ: I’m getting absolutely SICK AND TIRED OF WAITING FOR A FUCKIN FIGHT…
((Without warning, the sounds of a true musical classic begins to blare over the PA system. The sounds of violins followed by a proclamation that Cash Money is indeed taking over for the nine-nine two-thousand is the well-known lead in for Juvenile's "Back That Azz Up." The crowd lets out a roar of approval... whether or not it's for the rookie about to make his entrance or due to the fact that it's ANYONE interrupting Dean Judas is anyone's guess.))
((Strolling out with a huge smile on his face, El Hijo del Senor Ass looks directly at Judas. The Crown Jewel, meanwhile, is not thrilled that the only answer to his challenge has come in the form of a kid that he has very little respect for. The Son of Ass takes note of his facial expression as he makes his way closer to the squared circle, as he stops to give an "Aw, shucks!" gesture and shakes his fist in mock anger.))
((As if the Son of Ass could hear the comment from Sammy G, Hijo opts to retrieve a second house mic from the timekeeper's table and remain on the outside. Judas angrily walks over to the edge near the apron, leaning against the ropes and inviting Senor Ass inside to address him face to face. However, as the music cuts, Hijo stays put and brings the microphone up to his lips.))
El Hijo del Senor Ass (EH): Nah, man. I've seen that scenario play out one too many times to know that if I get in that ring, we're trading blows. And as damaging to your ego as I know this is gonna sound, fighting Dean Judas is not my priority tonight.
DJ: Then why are y...
((Hijo cuts him off, using a time-tested strategy of speaking way louder than the other person directly into the microphone.))
EH: NAH-AH-AH-AH! We're not doing THAT, either. You got your monologue, and the concession stand line's already extending outside of Rabobank. And on that note, fans...
((Hijo turns to face the audience with a grin.))
EH: While you're out there, be sure to check out the #FSociety merchandise tent and pick up your BRAND NEW #Fsociety coozies at only four ninety-nine! Use 'em to keep your cerveza nice and cold when you're having to suffer through yet another Dean Judas temper tantrum!
((Circling back to face his antagonist, Hijo continues. However, much to Juan's chagrin, the Crown Jewel has since stepped through the ropes to join the Son of Ass down on the floor. Judas sneers as Hijo takes a step back in defense, addressing him directly.))
DJ: You're in luck. I'm feeling a little generous tonight, so I won't turn you into a tragic footnote in my biography. But I'm just going to go ahead and assume that you're the only one with the with the cock supplement to answer my challenge? Answer me with a not or a shake -- do NOT open that sewer of yours again.
((Hijo stares back at him with animosity, but shockingly enough complies with his request and simply answers with a nod.))
DJ: I thought so. And as a gentleman, here's my response to you.
((Judas takes an additional step forward, getting a little too close for comfort as he utters right into Hijo's face.))
DJ: No.
((Judas steps back to elaborate a little further.))
DJ: The key word in 'open challenge,' you brown stain, is the word CHALLENGE. I know things don't exactly resonate in that third-grade level brain of yours, but when I came here, I asked for the cream of the crop. El Hijo del Senor Ass isn't even a crop. You are a weed. Something that gets pulled and discarded fairly quickly, and quite frankly isn't even worth the time I've already devoted to you. So, I suggest you take your ass BACK in that locker room and prepare your Vaudeville routine for later tonight and stop. Wasting. My. Time.
((The crowd gives a thunderous boo in response. The Son of Ass, meanwhile, shrugs his shoulders, then appears to make a turn back into the direction of the locker room. However, he makes it two steps before he stops abruptly.))
EH: Wait. Is 'brown stain' a racial epithet or an insinuation that I'm a mark in someone's underwear?
((Juan Ass, Jr. pivots and spins back around, walking back to Dean Judas as he continues to address him.))
EH: Either way, let me apologize for wasting your time. I think everyone out here and back in the locker room, however, would be quick to point out the irony in such a statement. 'Cause let me tell you, Deaner -- it wasn't exactly a struggle for me to get out here and answer your alarm bells.
((The Son of Ass, with some sort of newfound confidence...or old found stupidity...makes his way directly in the face of Dean Judas.))
EH: Because NOBODY cares about what you claim to be capable of. And while I might be new to this game, I've been around enough to know that there's one like you in every friggin' outfit. Trying to prove your worth by throwing your arms up and puffing your chest out all for the sake of attention -- and the fact of the matter is that neither you nor I have done ANYTHING to deserve it yet here in #FSociety.
((Judas returns El Hijo's stare, yet allows him to continue.))
EH: And while I honestly could care less about appeasing the 'great' Dean Judas in answering his challenge, and while you have to put your ego out there like an interstate billboard and try to claim you're above a fight with some kid with a goofy name...the fact is that all we have right now...
((El Hijo smiles, adding a little dramatic flair.))
EH: ...is each other! So we can either embrace and engage in a little smooch action, or you can accept the fact that we're two nobodies who have got to beat the living hell out of each other. 'Cause then, Deaner, when we put on a show that screams in the faces of these fans and the rest of the talent in the back...you don't have to come out here and issue any more open challenges. Your dance card will fill up without the need for any of that.
((The crowd gives a nice little pop as Dean Judas, who is admittedly caught off guard with the more serious undertone of a comedic personality, appears to be caught up in thought. He finally breaks his silence, slightly turning his shoulder.))
DJ: Alright.
((And with that, a quick left hand is thrown right in the face of El Hijo del Senor Ass. However, almost as if he anticipated the punch, the Son of Ass ducks quickly and instead of retreating, he gets right back into Judas's face with a look of fire.))
EH: Like I said when I came out here, amigo...it's not going down like that tonight.
((Judas smiles as he backs away, laughing and nodding as he internally decides to save the fight for another day.))
SG: Well, at least we’re spared Ass’ entrance since his match is next.
KV: El Hijo needs to turn his attention to this next match because it might be the biggest of his young career.
Match Six: Singles Match
El Hijo del Senor Ass versus Tyson Gregory
SG: Next up with have my homie, Tyson Gregory, going up against an ass!
KV: It’s El Hijo del Senor Ass!
SG: Who cares!? Besides, there’s no way Tyson can lose this! It’s his birthday!
KV: Well I wish Tyson Gregory a very happy birthday but I’m still not going to be biased.
SG: You’re so lame.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a singles match scheduled for one fall. In the ring... weighing in at 180 pounds and hailing from Cimarron, New Mexico… EL HIJO DEL SENOR ASS!!!!!!!
((“Back That Azz Up” plays again as El Hijo del Senor Ass plays more to the crowd prior to the match starting.))
KV: Juan Ass, Jr. picked up a great win two weeks ago in his debut. Let’s see if he can pull off the upset here against Tyson Gregory.
SG: Not gonna happen!
KV: It could!
SG: No way. Tyson is a man on fire and he’s looking to take back what belongs to him in two weeks.
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: Tyson looks to be in a great mood. I wonder what kind of birthday surprise Allyson Morrow gave him.
KV: SAMUEL!
SG: What!? I’m just saying… Whatever it was, it was probably awesome.
KV: You’re ridiculous.
(The referee calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!
((Tyson holds out his hand to shake it, El Hijo reaches down and goes to shake it and Tyson pulls his hand away with a grin rubbing his hand over his head instead. The crowd boo's and Tyson just shrugs his shoulders.))
SG: Gotta love Tyson! What a jokester!
KV: That was incredibly rude!
SG: It’s his birthday! He can do whatever the hell he wants!
KV: That’s not how life works!
SG: You’re not how life works!
((El Hijo shakes his head before charging at Tyson. Tyson slips behind and goes for a roll up.))
1…
2…
KV: Kickout by Juan Ass!
SG: His name is so weird.
KV: I think it’s endearing.
SG: You just want him to back that ass up!
KV: What!? No-Uh… Of course not!
SG: Then why are you blushing and being awkward?
((Juan Ass springs back up but Tyson pulls him into a side headlock, El Hijo backs Tyson into the ropes and shoves him off into the ropes. Tyson shoulder blocks him down and then Tyson bounces off of the ropes. El Hijo rolls under him before he pops to his feet and leapfrogs over Tyson. Tyson turns and El Hijo nails him with a Pele Kick and he goes for the pin.))
1…
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SG: Kickout by the birthday boy!
KV: What a kick by El Hijo! He’s looking impressive tonight.
SG: We’ll see how long he can keep it up… And now I just realized that sounded extremely dirty.
KV: You make everything sound dirty.
((El Hijo gets on the apron and waits for Tyson to get to his feet. Tyson is up and Juan Ass springboards off going for a hurricanrana but Tyson catches him and nails a thunderous powerbomb. Tyson goes for the cover.))
1…
2…
KV: El Hijo kicks out!
SG: What a counter by Tyson though! Such grace! Such power!
KV: Such a kiss ass!
SG: You shut up! I’m trying to make his birthday a pleasant one!
((Tyson rolls to his feet and as El Hijo gets up and Tyson charges at him and nails a hard lariat causing him to do a backflip before landing hard on the canvas. El Hijo shakes his head trying to refocus as he pulls himself up, Tyson stays on the attack and slams El Hijo with a hard forearm, knocking him back down.))
KV: Tyson is really on the attack tonight.
SG: He’s looking great out here! All hail Tyson!
KV: You’re ridiculous.
SG: Ridiculously good looking!
((Tyson picks Juan Ass up and whips him towards the turnbuckle with full force. Tyson chases behind but El Hijo uses his athleticism to run up the corner and he leaps backwards, executing a perfect moonsault to take Tyson Gregory down and turning it into a pin.))
1…
2…
SG: Tyson kicks out! Thank God!
KV: That was almost quite the upset! Tyson better be careful.
(El Hijo picks Tyson up and whips him towards the ropes and El Hijo darts ahead of Tyson before nailing a tiger feint kick to time up perfectly with kicking Tyson on the butt off of the rebound.))
KV: Fartstopper!
SG: Shit!
KV: Literally and figuratively!
((El Hijo goes for the pin.))
1…
2…
SG: Tyson kicks out again!
KV: El Hijo almost had him! Wow! What a match so far!
SG: I can’t believe he kicked Tyson in the ass like that! It’s so disrespectful!
KV: No it’s not! El Hijo loves ass!
SG: Did we change have a role reversal? Stop being weird.
((Tyson gets up and holds his ass stepping forward before turning around and yelling "Really?" El Hijo bows and shrugs with a cheesy grin on his face. Tyson goes for a clothesline but El Hijo ducks under it before he hits the middle rope and springboards off of it and nails Tyson with a crossbody. El Hijo goes for another pin.))
1…
2…
SG: The future champ kicks out again!
KV: So close one more!
SG: Not close enough! Come on Tyson! Let’s end this thing!
((El Hijo exits the ropes and stands on the apron, waiting for Tyson to get up. Once Tyson is up on his feet, El Hijo springboards off of the ropes and goes for a no look tope but Tyson leaps up in the air and counters by driving both of his knees into the lower back of El Hijo. He begins to roll on the canvas while clutching his back.))
KV: Uh oh, this could be costly!
SG: Oh it was! You don’t let a guy like Tyson Gregory do that to you because now he’s going to end it. The fun and games are over.
((El Hijo slowly climbs up to his knees and Tyson drops him with a brutal superkick, sending El Hijo back down to the mat and he looks completely lifeless.))
KV: Tyson could probably end it here but he’s not pinning him.
SG: He’s going to make sure this guy is finished! He’s picking him up!
((Tyson picks El Hijo up off of the ground before he grabs ahold of his head and picks him up for Lifting Single Underhook DDT. El Hijo’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he collapses lifelessly down to the canvas.))
KV: The End of Your Sorrow!
SG: This week it’s called The End of Your Ass!
((Tyson goes for the pin.))
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… TYSON GREGORYYYY!
((“Phenomenal” by Eminem blares over the PA system as the referee raises Tyson’s hand in victory.))
KV: What a match! El Hijo gave his all but it wasn’t enough at the end. A great showing by him though!
SG: Tyson Gregory was just too much. He’s been unstoppable since Adrien Cochrane beat him and there’s nothing that’s going to bring this man down.
KV: You could be right but he still has to get through Alex Jones and Adrien Cochrane at Insurrection in two weeks!
SG: He’ll get it done! Easy!
((Aurora Graves walks into Robb Hardy’s office, still dressed in her ring gear with her championship belt draped over her shoulder. Seeing Robb at his desk, she clears her throat.))
Aurora: So, you asked to see me?
((Robb looks up at Aurora and smiles while nodding his head.))
Robb Hardy: I did! Take a seat so that you and I can talk business.
((Aurora removes her belt from her shoulder, placing it across her lap after she sits down.))
Aurora: Alright… I’m all ears.
((Robb leans forward over his desk and smiles before pointing at the Tag Team Championship hanging over Aurora’s shoulder.))
Robb Hardy: First things first, those championships that you and your husband hold need to be defended at Insurrection. I’ve been watching a few teams over the last few weeks or so and the two people that have stuck out the most for me have been Locke & Keyes. How does that sound for a challenge?
((Aurora nods her head, a sly smile playing across her lips.))
Aurora: As a matter of fact, I’ve been watching them myself, and I do believe they would do well against us. I’m sure my husband would agree.
((Robb smiles and nods.))
Robb Hardy: Now, for the more important matter. A few weeks ago, you beat the #FSociety Champion, Adrien Cochrane, fair and square. I’ve heard a lot of rumblings from fans about you deserving compensation for it and you know what? They’re right. That being said, I’m promising you a shot at the #FSociety Championship sometime after Insurrection.
((Aurora’s eyes open wide with surprise as she flashes an ear to ear smile.))
Aurora: Well, I must say, I’m honored to be given such an opportunity! Of course, as one half of the #FSociety Tag Team Champions, I have to give the belt I have priority. I feel I’d be doing my championship AND #FSociety a disservice if I didn’t.
((Robb’s brow furrows as he leans back in his chair.))
Robb Hardy: Of course, your focus should be on what you currently possess and your next opponents, Locke & Keyes. That’s why this is a future shot and something you won’t have to worry about right away.
((Aurora nods her head, still smiling.))
Aurora: Absolutely. And believe me when I say that I’m looking forward to it.
((Robb stands up from his chair and extends his hand with a smile on his face.))
Robb Hardy: Sounds great to me. It was a pleasure talking with you, Aurora. Good luck at Insurrection.
((Aurora shakes Robb’s hand as she stands up, readjusting her championship belt.))
Aurora: The pleasure was all mine… and again… thank you.
Robb Hardy: No problem at all, I’m just doing my job.
((With one final smile, Aurora turns around and walks back out into the hallway.))
Match Seven: Singles Match
Starlight versus Adrien Cochrane
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a Non-Title Match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring, weighing in at 134 pounds and hailing from Aokigahara, Japan… STARLIGHTTTTT!
((Three men are led out to the arena by another mysterious figure cloaked in a black cloak. The lone man in the front has a torch while the other three are rolling a casket out from the back as the man in front turns a microphone singing into it…))
~~Well, what is this I can't see
With ice cold hands taking hold of me?
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who will have mercy on your soul?~~
~~Oh, Death!~~
((As the three men in the background watch the casket raise from it’s carrier, and is standing on its bottom, as the man continues to sing the song which he had been given, more like a summoning chant for those who have departed…))
~~Well I am Death, none can excel
I'll open the doors to Heaven or Hell~~
((The man to the right of the casket opens the casket, revealing Starlight lying there, with her arms crossed her chest, and her eyes close as a single black spotlight shines on her face and her clothing. As her eyes open the contacts she is wearing glows in the black light, like a warning sign as the man finishes the song then slowly fades into the background as Starlight steps out of the casket, moving slowly like a zombie at first…))
~~My name is Death and the end is here…~~
((As Starlight stretches out she walks to the ring as “Shatter Me” by Lindsey Stirling feat. Lizzy Hale begins playing, as she makes it to the bottom of the ramp the lights come on and she is head down with her hair in her face as the chorus begins playing…))
~~If only the clockwork could speak
I wouldn't be so alone
We'd burn every magnet and spring
And spiral into the unknown~~
((As the fans chant Obsolete back at her she brushes the hair out of her eyes, making her way over to the stairs climbing up them, and climbing between the ropes, walking backwards into the opposite corner and sitting down in the corner allowing the hair to fall into her face awaiting the victim.))
SG: That’s a heck of an entrance.
KV: This is an intriguing match for Starlight. We just saw what Aurora Graves was promised after she beat the champion a month ago.
SG: I don’t think Robb should be putting new folks into matches against the champion like this. Should we really be showing how much of a loser Adrien Cochrane really is right before a big title match?
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 190 pounds and hailing from New Orleans, Louisana… He is “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.))
((Before the referee can call for the bell, Starlight charges Adrien and takes him down with a spear and begins punching wildly at his head with Cochrane placing his hands up in an effort to defend himself. The crowd is in shock at Starlight’s aggression to start the match off. The referee grabs Starlight around the waist and pulls her off as she turns to him and nearly punches him but holds back.))
SG: This Starlight chick is crazy!
KV: She sure took Adrien by surprise right there.
((The referee calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: Now the match has officially begun!
((As Starlight is still facing the referee, Adrien makes it to his feet and he runs up behind Starlight and dropkicks her straight in the back. Starlight gets up and Adrien hits her with a second dropkick, followed by a third. Starlight is dazed on the ground and an aggressive Adrien quickly climbs up the top rope. As Starlight gets to her feet, Adrien leaps off the top rope and nails Starlight with a top rope dropkick. Adrien goes for the pin.))
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2…
SG: Starlight kicks out! Now get up and kick Adrien’s ass!
KV: I’m sure she has some fight in her left.
((Adrien picks Starlight up and whips her towards the ropes. Starlight bounces back towards him and The Dropkick King goes for another dropkick but Starlight has him scouted this time and she dodges it, which sends Adrien crashing into the mat. He gets up to his feet but Starlight kicks him in the gut and nails a DDT before going for a pin.))
1…
2…
KV: Adrien kicks out!
SG: Damn! She almost had him. Too bad I guess.
((Starlight slaps the mat before climbing up the top rope.))
KV: It looks like Starlight is going to go for something big here.
SG: I wonder what she’s going to try to do.
((Starlight sizes up Adrien who’s down on the ground and she leaps off, going for a Frog Splash. Just before she can hit the move, Adrien kips up and nails a cutter on Starlight, taking her out.))
SG: WHAT!? AN ADRIEN CUTTER?
KV: FROM OUTTA NOWHEREEEEE!
SG: I hate when you do that.
((Adrien stands up and looks to be going for the pin on Starlight when suddenly Alex Jones enters the ring.))
KV: What is he doing here?
SG: Making this interesting.
((Jones catches Adrien by surprise with a kick to the stomach. He spikes the champion down in the middle of the ring with a Pedigree. The referee rings for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: That was uncalled for. Adrien was about to get the win and Alex Jones made this about himself.
SG: I mean, hey… Adrien still won.. Technically.
KV: But still.
SG: If you call laying on your back winning.
Jennifer Taylor: The winner of this match… by Disqualification… ADRIEN COCHRANE!
((Alex rolls out of the ring and grabs the #FSociety Championship. He stands over Cochrane for a moment and then drops the title down on top of him. Jones heads out of the ring with his hands raised in the air.))
KV: Just totally uncalled for. I can’t wait until Adrien can respond.
((The scene cuts backstage to Chris Cane walking towards his vehicle in the parking lot with his gym bag strapped across his shoulder. It’s obvious that he’s showered since his match with Diem and he has a cowboy hat, a black T-Shirt, blue jeans and cowboy boots on. Dirk Bentley then walks into the camera’s view and steps in front of Chris Cane.))
Dirk Bentley: You sorry piece of shit. You’re not the real cowboy, I am!
((Cane drops his gym bag to the side and steps in Dirk’s face.))
Chris Cane: You made a mistake showing up here tonight, boy! You should’ve waited until Insurrection but I’ll gladly kick your ass now!
Dirk Bentley: That’s all I needed to hear, son!
((Dirk hits Cane with a right punch and Cane then comes back with one of his own. The two trade several blows when Cane knees Dirk in the gut. Cane grabs Dirk by the head and goes to drive his head into a car window but Dirk kicks his foot up onto the car door and blocks it. Dirk grabs Cane’s head and counters by driving it down onto the hood of the car. Dirk has Chris by his hair and is about to drive his head through the window but Chris throws his elbow into Dirk’s jaw which causes him to step back. The two begin to trade blows again when about a dozen security guards show up and pull the two away from each other.))
Dirk Bentley: You better be ready come Insurrection, boy! Because I’m going to beat the shit out of you and you’re going to be the one leaving #FSociety! I’m the only true cowboy in this sport!
Chris Cane: You’re not going to get lucky against me, you damn idiot! I’m going to kill you!
((The two men are dragged away from each other and the scene cuts out.))
Match Eight: I Respect You Match (‘I Quit Match’ rules)
Allyson Grace Morrow versus Jan van der Roost
KV: Next up we have Allyson Grace Morrow versus Jan van der Roost and there is no love lost between these two.
SG: I can’t wait to see Jan tell Ally how much he respects her.
KV: Maybe it’ll go the other way around?
SG: Yeah, not likely.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is an “I Respect You” match. Coming to the ring… weighing in at 202 pounds and hailing from Utrecht, Netherlands…. JANNNNN VAN DER ROOOOOOST!
((“Rooster” by Alice in Chains blares over the PA system and Jan van der Roost walks out to the entrance way. He has a serious look on his face as he makes his way down the entrance ramp. Jan then slides into the ring and and raises his hands in the air to the delight of the fans.))
SG: This guy is too straight and narrow for my taste.
KV: He’s a veteran and he does things the right way. You’ve got to love Jan!
SG: I don’t have to love anyone!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring… weighing in at 120 pounds from Essex, England... 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.))
SG: Now here’s a girl I love!
KV: Of course you do.
SG: You have a problem with Ally?
KV: I don’t know, sometimes she just has a mean attitude.
SG: It’s called being blunt.
((She turns to get in the face of Jan Van Der Roost who is already in the ring; as she steps up to him she sneers, leaning her head back to make eye contact with him, before placing both of her hands firmly on his chest and shoving him back. Jan is forced to take a step back, but he simply calmly smiles and steps back up to her.))
SG: I love it!
KV: Jan is keeping his composure.
((Ally turns her head away slightly with a small chuckle before turning back and out of nowhere, she slaps the taste clean out of Jan’s mouth, as her hand connects the bell is rung; shocked by the impact and the sting of the slap, Jan starts the match off on the back foot.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: Utter disrespect from Morrow there!
SG: Jan hasn’t done a thing to earn Ally’s respect, that’s her point… Respect isn’t handed out like candy on Halloween!
((Ally goes around Jan and slides straight to the outside, Jan throws his hands up obviously annoyed as she ducks him and she stands outside the ring, wringing her hands under her eyes and mocking him.Jan takes a moment and paces before leaning over the ropes, he starts calling things out to her, not much can be heard but it almost sounds like coaching instructions.))
SG: Who does this Jan guy think he is? Ally Morrow is 12 and 0 in the ring! She doesn’t need his instructions.
KV: I’m sure she could learn a thing or two from him.
((Ally turns to look at the crowd, smirking at a couple of fans who are clearly encouraging her; she turns back to Jan and flips him off before inviting him to get out of the ring and fight her. Jan refuses to play into her and stays in the middle of the ring, with a shrug Ally disappears under the ring itself.))
KV: What the? What’s this all about?
SG: I don’t know? Maybe Tyson is under the ring with her for his private birthday surprise!
KV: That’s dumb! There’s no way!
SG: It’s Tyson Gregory… You don’t think he could possibly be under there?
KV: Touche.
((Two minutes pass when Jan finally relents and slides under the bottom rope to the outside, he bends down to lift the cloth and look under the ring, distracted in his search he misses Ally coming up behind him until it’s too late…))
KV: Look out Jan!
SG: He’s done for!
((Bat in hand she rams the base of the bat down into the back of his neck with blunt force. Immediately Jan drops to his knees, cradling the back of his head and neck, Ally swings the bat around, laughing slightly as Jan half crawls away from her and she stalks him, turning the bat over and over in her hands…))
SG: Ally is just playing with Jan right now.
KV: Jan wanted to start this off right, as a wrestling match; Allyson Morrow is nothing more than a thug.
SG: If you don’t shut up, you’ll be next!
((Jan turns onto his back and looks up at Ally, he begins to talk again and it quickly becomes obvious he is trying to coach her; this only seems to irritate Ally who raises the bat up and slams it down hard into his right shoulder; the impact echoes through the arena as Jan falls to flat on his back, but still continues to try and coach Ally through his pain.))
KV: Jan won’t give up on his coaching!
SG: He should! He’s a worse coach than Byron Scott!
KV: Who?
SG: Nevermind! Ugh!
((Ally screams at him to shut up as she again swings and connects down against Jan’s shoulder; this time The Rooster can’t help but cry out on impact and Ally laughs again, tossing the bat to the side she stoops down to try and pull him to his feet. As she does so she takes a knee to the gut and then another, Jan grabs her by the hair and thrusting his knee under her ribs, flips her over him and sends her crashing into the steel steps behind him.))
KV: And THAT is where Jan has the advantage; all the brutality in the world can’t beat ring experience…
SG: Yeah? We’ll see about that won’t we.
KV: Yeah… WE WILL!
((Ally sits up, leaning against the steel steps from a moment before pushing to her feet, backing up she takes a run for the steps and jumps off of them with a knee drop to that same shoulder she was targeting before; she barely connects though and rolls away cradling her knee, whilst Jan throws himself onto his stomach to push up and put space between them.))
KV: Once again Jan is showing his experience.
SG: Too much experience, as in being old enough to be Ally’s father, isn’t a good thing though. Ally has the youth and endurance advantage. And the HOT advantage.
KV: You’re unbelievable right now.
SG: Thank you.
((Jan leans against the steps and AGAIN starts talking to Ally, seemingly attempting to coach her up. Out of nowhere Ally gets to her feet and charges Jan, who moves out of the way so that Ally spears the steel steps at full force, the crash followed by her yell as she hits the mats and rolls away reverberate through the fans, who are a mix of cheers with a few boos and cries of support thrown in.))
KV: Great job Jan! Ally is way too aggressive!
SG: Are you cheering for The Rooster?
KV: What? NO! I am not biased!
SG: You’re so biased.
((Jan walks over to where Ally is now sitting up against the barricade, he nurses his shoulder very apparently, but he stands in front of Ally and begins to coach her again, as he speaks he punctures his sentences with kicks to her abdomen and chest, eventually he pulls back and smiles, rotating his shoulder with a grimace and a flinch, he doesn’t notice Ally messing with her tights….))
SG: Oh.. We know what this is…
((As Jan gets in close, Ally throws a right at him and as it connects his eyes almost appear to glaze over for a moment before he stumbles back… As Ally gets to her feet the brass knuckles on her first glimmer in the arena lights, Ally pops him in the jaw again, sending him down this time. As he goes down, Ally kicks him onto his back, she stands over him and leans in, screaming in his face…))
Ally Morrow: Coach me now…
SG: She’s going to kill him with those brass knuckles!
KV: What a cheater!
SG: It’s all fair with the rules of the match.
KV: Jan doesn’t need to stoop to that level, why does she?
SG: Because she can!
((She then stomps down as hard as she can onto the mouth and jaw of Jan; she then continues to stomp on his mouth, nose and jaw area a few more times until the bottom half of his face is nothing but a bloodied mess. She takes a couple of steps back, sliding the knuckles off her hand she tosses them up the ramp and leans back over Jan, stopping down she runs her right hand's’ fingers through the blood on his face; she smears it across his eyes with a small laugh before backing away, looking at her bloody hand.))
KV: This is disgusting! Stop the match!
SG: Keep it going!!
((She turns away from Jan and walks towards the camera, her hand almost looking as though it’s wearing a wet, red glove. As she gets to the camera she leans in close and with her left hand she waves, a sick smile on her face as she does so, mouthing the words ‘Hi Sasha’ she then turns her head to look at her hand.))
KV: Blatant disrespect towards Sasha Foote, Jan’s girlfriend and Tyson’s ex.
SG: Sasha Foote has some nerve, I’ll tell you! I’ve seen some of the stuff she’s said on Twitter.
KV: I’m not going to comment on that drama, I don’t pay attention to Twitter like you do.
((Very slowly she extends only her middle finger, still bloody and covered she flips off the camera before leaning her face in close and very slowly licking the blood from one side of her finger; as she looks back at the camera, Jan’s blood is now on her lips, she blows a kiss down the lens.))
KV: I think I’m going to throw up.
SG: Don’t do it next to me! This suit is expensive!
((Whilst she is distracted and playing up for the camera, Jan gathers himself behind her, spitting blood onto the floor he reaches under the ring and pulls out a ladder, pushing it aside he goes back under the ring in search of something else, pulling out Ally’s favourite toy a box of thumbtacks and a chair, he tosses the box into the ring and some of the tack sprinkle out, before he comes forward and takes Ally to her knees nailing the end of the chair into her ribs, her follows up with a shot to her spine.))
SG: I thought Jan didn’t have to stoop to her level?
KV: Sometimes enough is enough and the Dutch Deathstalker will NOT stay down!
SG: That the case may be, but his face looks like Deadpool without the mask right now!
((Ally turns in her position to face Jan, as he goes to swing the chair up, she lunged forward and hits hit with a lowblow, her forearm driving all the way up and she keeps it there for a moment before pulling away and getting to her feet as Jan drops the chair and hits the mat clutching between his legs.))
KV: Another dirty move! Typical Ally Morrow!
SG: She’s a survivor! She had to learn to be that way ever since she was a child, why can’t you or anyone else understand that?
((Ally moves around him to the ladder and begins setting it up next to the ring; once she is finished she slides into the ring and spots the box, her face lights up with apparent glee as she lifts the box into the air… She walks over to the ropes and shakes the box at Jan, who has gotten to his feet and is circling the ring. Ally calls for him to get in the ring still shaking the box, but Jan refuses))
SG: Get in the damn ring!
KV: I think Ally is getting impatient.
((After a minute or so, Ally obviously frustrated throws the box to the floor, half the contents spilling out and then runs the ropes, a suicide dive to the outside taking Jan down, much to a mixed reaction from the crowd. They both get to their feet at about the same time but Jan is quicker, grabbing Ally by her braids her swings her into the barricade with a thud, he then yanks her back again by her hair, causing Ally to yell and claw at his hands before he swings her into the barricade a second time, finally releasing his hold.))
KV: Jan has control of this one again!
SG: We’ll see how long that lasts.
((Jan slides back into the ring and Ally is close behind him; Jan hooks her up and goes for a suplex but Ally reverses into a suplex of her own, driving them both down onto the canvas and the drawing pins! Jan’s stomach and Ally’s back are both tacked with pins as Ally gets to her feet. She stomps down hard on the injured shoulder of Jan, stepping on the back of his head and driving his face into the pins as she passes him; Jan rolls over onto his back but then lies there; Ally takes the opportunity to grab the box with the remaining drawing pins and scatters them over him, stomping down with her boot to drive them into his already pricked and bleeding skin.))
KV: I think Jan could be done here.
SG: One could only hope!
((Ally calls for a mic and holds it in front of his face, baiting him to say it, but Jan just closes his eyes and shakes his head, breathing through the pain; angry Ally smashes the microphone over Jan’s head several times before throwing it to one side. She stands up and looks around trying to figure out her next move when she spots the ladder…))
KV: I don’t like the look in Ally’s eyes right now.
SG: Ally is about to do something big!
((Ally smirks as the crowd erupts, she points at the ladder, then at herself… Then back at the ladder before moving over to the side of the ring, climbing onto the top rope she transitions onto the ladder easily and behind climbing whilst Jan still lies prone on his back in the middle of the ring…))
SG: Oh my god.. What is she gonna do?! This is crazy! I LOVE IT!
((Ally slowly turns when she reaches the top of the ladder, she leans over still holding on to look down at Jan who is still laid out in the ring, she looks around the arena, before taking one hand off the ladder; she makes the sign of the cross over herself before laughing slightly, she then pushes off the ladder with a leap and lands on Jan with a jumping Booty Drop!))
KV: WOAH!
SG: That was crazy!
KV: Yeah but I think it hurt both of them!
((The pins she had scattered drive deep into them both as the impact takes almost as much out of her as it did Jan, she rolls off to one side, her tights completely torn up and the white skin beneath smeared dark with blood, she slowly rolls over onto her stomach and pushes upm visibly grimacing through the pain as she gets to her feet.))
KV: Ally looks hurt but I think most of the damage is done to Jan.
SG: You’re right about that one! Hopefully he shows his damn respect to her!
((She walks over to Jan and leans over him, waving the official in with a mic she instructs him to hold it to Jan, who is now barely propped up against the bottom rope; the official approaches Jan and checks on him before nodding his head and producing a mic, into which Jan Van der Roost barely audible, mutters the words…))
Jan van der Roost: I… Respect you.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The bell rings but before anything else can happen Ally cheap shots the official to the back of the head sending him out of the ring she drags Jan back to the middle of the ring and locks in the ‘Scream for me’ whilst hooking his shoulder, yanking back and pulling she leans over and can clearly be seen muttering something to Jan as he loses consciousness; Ally only breaks the hold when she appears satisfied with her work.))
KV: This is disgusting! She just hit an official and now she is brutalizing Jan! Somebody stop this!
SG: Or let it keep on happening! As for the referee, he got in her way! I saw it!
((Ally then gets up, hobbling slightly as she moves; blood trickling down her back and her legs as she pushes Jan away from her with her foot, an obvious look of disgust on her face, before thrusting both of her arms into the air as her music hits.))
Jennifer Taylor: The winner of the match… ALLYSON GRACE MORROW!!!
((Bully McCarron and Orleans of The I-10 Connection are dressed in their normal clothes and have their bags over their shoulders. Bully looks at the camera and points violently at it.))
Bully: We’ve barely been part of this place but we’re sick of it already. And we hate California, too. We’re sick and tired of getting mistreated when all we’ve done is proven how tough we are and how good of a team we are. After the beatin’ we put on those two poor boys tonight I was sure we’d be gettin’ ourselves a tag team title shot at the next big show. But no. We find out the two little girls who lost last week and weren’t even on the show tonight are ahead of us in line? I don’t think so. Somebody's clearly tryin’ to mess with us and we’re tired of it. So we’re not puttin’ up with this shit anymore. We’re out of here for the night.
Orleans: That’s right.
Bully: And let me make this real clear. We will be at the show. And everybody better be prayin’ that they don’t see their names lined up against ours. Because whoever is in our way… it ain’t gonna be pretty. Let’s go man. Before I hurt somebody.
((Bully walks past the camera without looking at it. Orleans stands in front of the camera for another moment.))
Orleans: What he said.
((He gives the camera a look and nods before walking off after his partner. The camera switches to another part of the backstage.))
((Dani Cabello is standing backstage. She has a smile on her face as she brings the mic up to her mouth and starts to speak.))
Dani Cabello: With me at this time is the Anarchy Champion, Seth Lawless!
((Seth steps into the shot. Dani stops as she looks at him and puts a hand up to her mouth.))
Dani Cabello: Oh my god! You have hair, when did that happen!?
((Seth smirks and holds up a box of Just for Men.))
Seth Lawless: I hope Robb Hardy doesn't mind I have to show off my endorsements. Plus, Dani it is good to actually see you. I mean you have been off doing God knows what with God knows who. But see I am still the Anarchy Champion and as you can see and I intend on keeping it tonight.
Dani Cabello: That's right. I wanted to ask you how do you feel about having the chance to retire Cory Bull?
Seth Lawless: The chance of making him retire? No Dani. He will retire after this match. I will beat him and I will hold on to my title. You see he has no shot against me. Sure he is going to throw a few punches and knock me down but I will get back up and I will fight him tooth and nail Dani. Then I will go home to my hellcat.
((Dani sticks her tongue out.))
Dani Cabello: Oh her...
Seth Lawless: What?
((Dani shakes her head.))
Dani Cabello: Nothing. Good luck Seth. I do hope that you keep the title.
Seth Lawless: There is no hoping, there is only doing. I'm Seth Lawless, I'm the Anarchy Champion and I will be the best damn Anarchy champion there ever has been. No matter who comes at me I will beat them and I cannot wait to watch Cory Bull walk out of the arena for the last time.
((He smirks as he holds his title up and leaves as he nods at Dani.))
Match Nine: Singles Match
Pretty Boy Floyd versus Alex Jones
KV: Coming into this match, I have to say it is a bit concerning that we haven’t seen or heard from the clowns yet.
SG: So you want to see them?
KV: Not at all, but it also makes you wonder what they are up to.
SG: Well, Floyd is out here next, so I guess anything can happen.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is scheduled for one fall. 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.))
KV: Floyd doesn’t have Horus here with him tonight after he was brutally attacked two weeks ago.
SG: Good, that makes this a fair fight.
KV: You have to think Floyd is thinking about the Steel Cage Match he has against one of the clowns at Insurrection.
Jennifer Taylor: And his opponent... 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.))
SG: You’re talking about what Floyd has on his mind… but Alex Jones is in a #FSociety Championship match in two weeks.
KV: That’s a lot to think about as well.
SG: Let’s see what Alex can do against another veteran.
KV: This should be entertaining. Let’s hope it can just be the two of these men determining the winner.
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The match begins as the two men go in for a lockup. Floyd has the slight power and size advantage and he’s able to pull Alex in close to his chest. Alex tries to to lift Floyd off of his feet but Floyd manages to keep his weight dead on the ground. PBF knees Jones in the gut and then hits an armdrag on Alex. Alex hits the mat, but scrambles to pop back up to his feet. Alex is back to a ready stance as Floyd turns around. Alex takes off after Floyd and PBF tries to clothesline Alex, but Alex is able to duck it. Alex hits the ropes and rebounds, hitting a dropkick sending Floyd stumbling backwards. Alex back up to his feet again and uses the ropes to gain momentum. He heads about Floyd again and jumps to connect with a spinning heel kick.))
SG: Alex Jones has Floyd reeling!
KV: He’s not down yet though! He’s showing some resilience!
((PBF stumbles back before bouncing back first off the ropes and Alex Jones charges at him. Floyd counter by pulling the top rope down, sending Alex up and over but alex lands on his feet on the apron. Floyd turns around only to catch a shoulder to his stomach between the top and middle ropes. Alex manages to springboard up and Alex is able to use a Sunset Flip and pulls Floyd down to the mat for a pin.))
1…
2…
SG: Floyd kicks out!
KV: What a back and forth match so far. I am enjoying this match up! Hopefully it doesn’t get ruined like Alex ruined Adrien’s match earlier.
((Floyd kicks out and Alex gets up to his feet and starts to size up the dazed Floyd. As PBF gets to his knees, Alex nails him with a hard enzuigiri. Floyd falls back hard to the mat. Alex heads up to the top rope and looks down at Floyd, but he rolls out of the way. Alex hops down to the mat.))
KV: This thing is really back and forth.
SG: Both of these guys want wins heading into Insurrection but I think Alex Jones needs it more.
KV: Like we said earlier, Insurrection is a huge night for both of these guys.
((Floyd quickly rolls to the outside as he holds his head and jaw from the enziguri earlier. Alex sees an opening and runs forward, diving through the ropes but Floyd sees it coming and nails Alex with a European uppercut that echoes throughout the arena. Floyd reaches down and picks up Jones, lifts him up, and holds him in an upright stance for a stalling suplex.))
SG: Floyd is showing off! I love it!
KV: The referee is about to start counting them both out.
SG: Who cares! Refs are dumb!
ONE
TWO
THREE
((Floyd then drops Alex Jones down onto the matting on the outside of the ring. Alex rolls around holding his back.))
FOUR
FIVE
((Floyd rolls back inside of the ring as Alex is down on the outside.))
SG: Alex Jones needs to get up before he loses by countout which I’m sure Floyd won’t mind.
KV: He’s starting to stir a bit!
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
((Alex manages to get up.))
SG: GET IN THE RING!
NINE
((Alex rolls back inside of the ring. Alex pulls up to his feet as Floyd comes forward to meet him. The two of them trade lefts and rights. Floyd then hits Alex with a hard right hook, and Alex counters with a series of chops to Floyd's chest. Alex is able to get Floyd backpedaling with the chops. Alex grabs the arm of Floyds and tries to shoot him off into the ropes, but Floyd is able to reverse it and sends Alex into the ropes instead. He rebounds as Floyd goes for a forearm smash but Alex manages to duck under it and pulls Floyd down with a schoolboy pin.))
1…
2...
SG: A kickout by Floyd!
KV: The roll up of doom almost got him!
SG: I hate that name!
KV: It’s funny!
((Floyd gets back up to his feet and Alex goes for a clothesline but Floyd ducks under it. Floyd kicks Alex in the gut and drops him with an Inverted DDT. Before Floyd can pin, the two clowns jump out of the crowd from opposite sides of the arena and hop up onto the apron.))
SG: The clowns! RUN KHRISTINA! RUN BITCH! RUN!
KV: I’m not going anywhere damn it!
SG: Suit yourself! I’m about to bounce!
((Floyd drives his forearm into one clown and knocks him off the apron. When Floyd turns around, Alex is back up on his feet and Alex goes goes a superkick but Floyd ducks it. Floyd goes for the Melon Melt, his own variation of the superkick, but Alex catches Floyd’s foot with both hands. As Floyd bounces on one foot, Alex kicks him hard into the gut. Floyd keels over and Alex pulls PBF’s head between his legs. Alex then leaps up and nails Floyd with a Pedigree.))
SG: The Dragon Sleeps!
KV: Alex Jones has this one wrapped up.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The clowns jump into the ring and start mauling away at Floyd on the mat. Alex Jones backs away with a smirk on his face as he watches the action and then demands that he gets his hand raised.))
KV: Come on, someone needs to do something.
SG: Yeah, count me out.
KV: This is too much. When Floyd gets his hands on just one of these guys in the cage it will be a different story.
SG: They made the stipulation. You really think it’s that simple?
((The clowns continue their attack and Alex Jones even joins in for a moment until Adrien Cochrane charges down to the ring with his #FSociety Championship. Jones sees him coming and gets out of the way. Cochrane drills one of the clowns with his title and knocks him back. The other clown shoots at Cochrane and throws wild punches at his body. The crowd roars again when Tyson Gregory slides into the ring. Gregory pulls the clown off of Adrien, lifts him up, and drops him down with a back drop double knee backbreaker that sends the clown out of the ring. Adrien stands up and he and Tyson Gregory come eye to eye.))
KV: This is the matchup we’ve wanted to see.
SG: You can see the faer in Adrien’s eyes.
KV: Shut up!
((The other clown that was still in the ring gets up and Adrien grabs him by the head for an Adrien Cutter, but his partner in crime on the outside pulls him out to safety. The two clowns jump over the guardrail and disappear before security can grab them. Alex Jones comes back into the picture and spins Adrien around. Adrien drops him with an Adrien Cutter.))
KV: Yes! Adrien deserved that after what he did by ruining Cochrane’s matchup earlier tonight!
SG: What a cheapshot!
KV: It was Alex Jones that tried to cheapshot him for the second time tonight. He just defended himself.
((Adrien starts to get up and Tyson drills him with a superkick. Tyson reaches down and picks up the #FSociety Championship. He stares at it for a moment and then tosses it down to Adrien before walking off.))
SG: There is your real champion.
KV: That’s the second time someone has disrespected Adrien and his title.
SG: it won’t be his title match longer. Don’t worry about that.
KV: At Insurrection, Adrien Cochrane will get some revenge as he tries to defend that all-important title.
((The scene cuts to Robb Hardy’s office backstage and he is standing in front of his desk with a smile on his face before he begins to address the #FSociety faithful.))
Robb Hardy: Ladies and gentlemen, what a night we’ve had so far heading into Insurrection. There have been a few decisions that I’ve made throughout the night but in case you missed it, let me refresh your memory.
((He smiles and nods.))
Robb Hardy: At Insurrection, Damon and Aurora Graves, Rebel Ink, will be defending their #FSociety Tag Team Championships against the young but impressive team of Locke & Keyes. Let’s not forget that I also granted Aurora Graves a shot at the #FSociety Championship somewhere down the line in the future. Also, due to their encounter earlier in the night… I will give Dean Judas and El Hijo del Senor Ass exactly what they want, a match at Insurrection.
((Robb pauses and lets that sink in.))
Robb Hardy: As per Allyson Morrow’s request earlier in the night, she will be fighting the winner of tonight’s main event for the Anarchy Championship in a Submission Match at Insurrection. And with that being said, that now makes the #FSociety Championship match at Insurrection a Triple Threat Match between Tyson Gregory, Alex Jones and the reigning champion, Adrien Cochrane. That’s all for now folks, I’ll see you in two weeks at Insurrection… Now enjoy the main event.
((Robb nods and winks at the camera and the scene cuts out.))
Main Event: Three Stages of Hell Match for the Anarchy Championship (Falls Count Anywhere, Tables and Ladder)
Corey Bull versus Seth Lawless
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a Three Stages of Hell Match. The first stage will be a Tables Match. The second stage will be a Falls Count Anywhere match and if there’s a third stage, it will be a Ladder match! It is for the Anarchy Championship and Corey Bull’s career will also be on the line. Coming to the ring… weighing 385 pounds from The Great Northwoods… COREYYYY BULLLLL!!!
((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. A single spotlight comes on Bull and the strobes shut off. He is shirtless and in a black trench coat with a hood. 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. He walks to the ring, the spotlight following him. Bull climbs into the ring and walks to the center of it. 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 gets ready for a fight.))
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring, 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 with the Anarchy Championship strapped across his shoulder. 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. Seth hands his Anarchy Championship over to the referee who then connects it onto the rope that will suspend it above the ring.))
SG: Seth’s belt is being hung up above the ring.
KV: These two men are about to go to war and it’s not going to be pretty.
SG: Corey Bull’s career is on the line… He’s going to do whatever it takes to win this one.
KV: This could be it… The end of an almost 20 year career in this business. Whatever happens, it’s been a pleasure watching Corey Bull throughout the years.
SG: That’s something I can get on board with.
((The referee signals for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!
((Seth and Corey glare at each other from across the ring. The two men then charge towards each other and begin to deliver left and right blows and they battle is about even at first until Bull shoves both of his elbows into Seth’s face and it knocks him to the ground hard. Seth gets quickly back up to his feet and he charges Corey but Corey levels him with a hard clothesline.))
SG: Corey Bull is looking amazing!
KV: His focus looks lasered in tonight.
SG: He’s still going to have his hands full with Seth Lawless. That guy doesn’t quit.
((Corey picks Seth up and then presses him up above his shoulders, holding him up in the air for a few seconds as the crowd looks on in awe. Corey throws Seth over the top rope to the outside of the ring and the crowd gasps as Seth takes a hard fall onto the matting on the outside.))
KV: Wow! Seth took a huge fall!
SG: That he did. I hope he’s okay!
((Corey steps over the top rope before jumping down outside of the ring. He grabs Seth by his hair and yanks him up to his feet. Corey then tosses Seth hard into the barricade and Seth’s back connects with it before he drops to the ground in pain.))
KV: Did you hear that?
SG: Man, Corey is dominating this one in the beginning and it doesn’t look good for Seth.
((Corey begins to taunt Seth as he screams at him and kicks at him. Seth begins to crawl towards the ring and Corey kicks him in gut and Seth rolls forward. Seth tries to get away under the ring but only his upper body makes it under and Corey grabs his legs. Corey pulls Seth out from under the ring and Seth turns and has a fire extinguisher in his hand. Seth sprays it in Corey’s face, blinding him.))
SG: What the!? Where did he get that?
KV: That is totally unfair!
SG: It’s a tables match! It’s all fair!
((Seth springs up to his feet before driving the fire extinguisher into the gut of Corey Bull, causing him to keel over. Seth then nails Corey in the back with the fire extinguisher and he drops to the ground on one knee.))
KV: Corey won’t go down!
SG: He’s about to! Seth is winding up!!
((Seth lifts the fire extinguisher high in the air and drives it down onto the back of Corey’s head and the sound smacks throughout the arena. Corey drops hard to the ground and the fans begin go silent in shock.))
KV: I think Seth just killed Corey! Seriously, he might be dead!
SG: Or he lost a personality or two, no big deal really.
KV: How do you find that funny?
SG: What? I’m sure Corey would totally laugh at that!
((Seth pulls out a table from under the ring and sets it up. He then uses all of his power to lift the giant Corey Bull off of the mat and he rolls him onto the table. Seth then pulls out a second table and pulls out the legs on it. He then positions it over Corey to where he’s sandwiched between both tables. Seth then looks up at the turnbuckle and smiles.))
SG: I think Seth is getting ready to go up high and he has Corey sandwiched in between those tables. This first match is about to end!
KV: Corey still isn’t moving.
SG: I’m not surprised and who knows if he’ll be able to move after this!
((Seth slides into the ring and climbs up onto the top rope. He looks down at Corey Bull and prepares himself for the jump. Seth leaps off, going for an elbow drop and Corey rolls out of the way and Seth goes crashing through both of the tables by himself and the fans begin to chant ‘Holy shit! Holy shit!’))
SG: Seth is dead! Oh my God!
KV: But that match isn’t over yet because Corey has to put Seth through a table himself!
((Corey grabs Seth from the rubble and drags him across the mat by his arm towards the announce table. Corey then lifts up Seth’s body and sets him up for a powerbomb.))
SG: Wait! Corey! NOT OUR TABLE! NOOOOO!
KV: We better move!!!
((Corey lifts Seth up and powerbombs him through the table and the referee calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!
Jennifer Taylor: Your winner of the first stage… COREY BULL!
((Corey raises his hands in the air in victory before sliding into the ring.))
SG: Well, our table is dead and so is Seth. I’m so mad at Corey right now. Whatever personality that was, we’re going to have to have a talk!
KV: Seth would’ve put him through the Spanish announce table.
SG: Right!? What the hell!
((Corey waits for Seth to get up and after about a minute, Seth begins to stir. Seth gets to his knees and then his feet before sliding into the ring. Seth then uses the ropes to pick himself up and the referee checks on him to make sure he’s okay and Seth nods his head.))
Jennifer Taylor: The second stage is a Falls Count Anywhere match!
((The referee then calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!
KV: I don’t think Seth is ready.
SG: Corey is though! So it doesn’t matter.
((Corey charges at Seth but Seth moves out of the way and Corey goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Seth drops to his knees as he’s still in pain and in a move of desperation, he low blows Corey. Corey drops to his knees while holding onto his nuts.))
SG: A lowblow! I love those!
KV: What?
SG: I mean, I like seeing them. I’m not into that kind of stuff happening to me, you know?
KV: Do I know?
((Seth stands up and superkicks Corey in the back of his head. Seth drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring gingerly. Corey’s head is sticking out under the bottom rope and Seth sprints towards him and kicks Corey right in the head, nailing him with a drive by.))
SG: The Boom Run!
KV: I’m worried about Bull! He’s taking some bad shots to the head.
SG: He’ll be fine! He’s got a hard head.
KV: I hope you’re right but you’re probably not.
SG: Yeah… I don’t think I am.
((The impact of the kick onto Corey’s head causes him to roll out of the ring and fall down to the mat. Seth drops down onto Corey for the pin.))
1…
2…
SG: A kickout by Bull!
KV: That was a close one!
SG: I don’t know how he even kicked out.
KV: Neither do I but you have to admire his willpower.
((Seth slaps the ground outside in frustration. He walks over to the announce table that was destroyed and picks up a monitor. He waits for Corey to get up and Bull starts to stir. Corey gets up to his feet and Seth charges at him with the monitor. Corey snaps out of his daze and lifts his foot in the air and it drives the monitor into Seth’s face with a thunderous big boot. Seth collapses to the ground in a heap and his head starts to bleed from a gash on his forehead.))
SG: Okay… Now I think Seth might be dead.
KV: These guys are going to destroy each other.
SG: Haven’t they already?
((Corey drops to one knee, still dazed from the effects of the moves Seth hit on him earlier. Corey finally gets up on his feet and he makes a pin on Seth.))
1…
2…
KV: Kickout! SO CLOSE!
SG: He took too much time or else he would’ve had it.
KV: This match has been intense so far, both these guys want it so bad.
SG: But only one of them can have it!
((Corey picks Seth up and holds him in a bearhug. Corey then runs to the corner of the barricade and drives Seth through it and it knocks that section of the barricade over. The fans start to go nuts and Corey and Seth both lie there in a heap.))
SG: Corey needs to get the pin and this one will be over!
KV: I think he took some effects of that move as well!
SG: If he wins, I might forgive him for breaking our table! Only because he’s big and stuff though.
((Corey drapes one arm onto Seth and the referee begins the count.))
1…
2…
KV:THR-NO!!! SETH KICKS OUT!
SG: What the hell!?
KV: Corey needed to get more weight than his arm on Seth, it just wasn’t enough.
SG: We have to commend Seth Lawless as well, the guy just doesn’t quit.
((Corey shakes his head as he gets up to his feet. Corey picks Seth up by his hair and then effortlessly lifts him up over his shoulders. Corey tosses Seth over the top ropes and into the ring.))
SG: How did he do that!?
KV: What strength! Corey Bull is a monster!
((Corey looks under the ring grabs a chair out from under it. Seth begins to stir a bit in the ring as Corey slides into the ring.))
KV: Looks like Bull is trying to end this one.
SG: But did you see Seth!? He just pulled a tiny bag out from his tights! What is that!?
((Corey sizes up Seth, waiting for him to get up. Seth stumbles to his feet and right when Corey goes to swing, Seth throws a handful of salt into Corey’s eyes. Corey drops to his knees, holding onto his eyes in pain.))
SG: There was salt in that tiny bag!! Seth just blinded Corey with salt! What a genius!
KV: I can’t believe that’s legal.
SG: It’s legal and awesome! Wow!
((Seth gathers himself before grabbing the chair. He sprints towards Corey before flinging the chair forward towards Corey’s face and Seth nails a shining wizard right into the chair and it connects with Corey’s face. Corey falls to the canvas and looks completely out.))
SG: Holy shit! I’ve never seen anything like that!
KV: That was quite an innovative move by Seth and now he’s going for the pin!
((Seth covers Corey and the referee starts the count.))
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Jennifer Taylor: Your winner of the second stage by pinfall… SETH LAWLESS!!!
((Seth gets into the corner and leans back into it as the referee helps Corey up. A towel is handed to the referee and he hands it to Corey, who uses it to wipe the salt from his eyes to the best of his ability. Two minutes pass and the referee asks Corey if he’s ready to go and with an angry glare on his face, he nods his head.))
SG: Here we go! Stage three!
KV: Ladder match time!
Jennifer Taylor: Stage three is the third and final stage and it will be determined through a ladder match. The winner of the match will be the man who climbs the ladder and retrieves the Anarchy Championship.
((The referee calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!
((Seth and Corey charge each other and Corey goes for a big boot but Seth slides under it. Seth then dropkicks Corey’s knee and Corey drops to one knee. Seth charges at Corey and goes for a running DDT but Corey catches him before finding a boost of adrenaline and standing up with Seth in his grasps. Corey sprints towards the turnbuckle and drives Seth into it with all of his strength. Seth is stuck in the corner and Corey drives his shoulder into Seth’s gut over and over again until Seth can no longer stand and he collapses into Corey’s chest.))
SG: Corey is a man on a mission!
KV: He just demolished Seth in the corner.
SG: I don’t think we’ve seen Corey Bull like this before. It’s going to take everything for Seth to finish him off.
((Corey lifts Seth into a military press into an over the shoulder reverse piledriver and Seth’s head bounces off the canvas with a thud.))
SG: FATE KILLER! IT’S THE FATE KILLER!
KV: Corey just needs to grab a ladder and climb up it.
SG: Looks like you read his mind.
((Corey gets of the ring and goes under it before pulling out a ladder. He slides it into the ring before sliding in himself. He picks the ladder up and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Corey then begins to climb up it, slowly and carefully climbing up the steps.))
SG: It looks like we’re about to have a new champion.
KV: Seth is starting to stir!
((Corey is reaching up towards the Anarchy Championship and his fingertips are on the belt when Seth gets up to his feet and picks up the chair that had been used earlier during stage two. Seth swings the chair and connects it into Corey’s back. Corey looks over at Seth and glares at him as if the chair shot didn’t hurt him at all.))
KV: Woah! That chairshot didn’t affect Corey whatsoever!
SG: It was like an annoying itch for him and that’s it and now he looks like he’s ready to kill Seth.
((Seth drops the chair and begins to shove the ladder down but before Corey can go down with it, he jumps down and lands on his feet. He glares at Seth and Seth retreats, sliding out of the ring.))
KV: Why’s he running!?
SG: Because he knows he’s at a size and power disadvantage! He’s going to choose his spots.
KV: That’s valid but still, fight like a man!
SG: Or fight like a genius!
((Corey slides in the ring and starts to chase after Seth and eventually Seth slides into the ring. Seth picks up the ladder as Corey slides into the ring after him. Before Corey can get up to his feet, Seth uses the end up the ladder and drives it into Corey’s skull. This puts Corey in a daze before Seth swings the ladder at Corey’s face and knocks him down all the way. Seth drops the ladder and slides out of the ring before he looks under the ring and he ends up pulling out a box.))
KV: What the?
SG: What’s in the box!?
KV: I don’t know?
SG: KHRISTINA!!! WHAT’S IN THE BOX!!
KV: You’re being weird.
SG: Obviously you’re not a Seven fan.
((Seth opens up the box and pulls out a taser from it.))
KV: A taser!?
SG: What the? Did he get that from Dirk Bentley!? He used the same thing to beat Corey Bull in an ambulance match in NGW!
KV: Unreal.
((Seth slides into the ring and takes the taser stick and presses it into Corey’s back and shocks him. Instead of hurting him, it shocks Corey into anger from that being used on him in the past and he gets up on his feet and glares at Seth. Seth goes to poke him again but Corey grabs the taser stick away from him and he throws it to the side.))
SG: I think that might have been a mistake on Seth’s part.
KV: You think!? Corey is pissed!
((Seth slides out of the ring again and retreats towards the box that he had earlier. He pulls out an expandable baton and expands it as Corey makes his way towards him. Seth nails Corey in the knee with the baton and it drops Corey to one leg.))
KV: What the hell? Is Seth Lawless suddenly a cop?
SG: Seth Lawless… FBI!
KV: That kind of has a cool ring to it.
SG: Right? I’d hire him.
((Seth nails Corey in the back with the baton and Corey drops down to his hands and knees before Seth nails him with another blow. Seth then goes to the box again and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.))
SG: I’d say Seth got that from a cop but I think those might be his girlfriend, Chloe Fox’s handcuffs!
KV: That’s gross!
SG: You mean hot!
((Seth cuffs Corey’s wrist with one end of the cuff before taking his hand and reaching it up and cuffing it to the bottom rope.))
KV: Uh oh! That’s not good!
SG: Corey is cuffed to the rope!
((Seth takes few steps back and begins to taunt Corey. Corey comes to his senses and realizes he’s cuffed to the rope. He’s furious and charges towards Seth, the cuff sliding around the bottom rope gives Corey room to run somewhat, but Seth backs away to past the turnbuckle and Corey can’t get near him. Seth then rolls into the ring and casually sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring.))
KV: Seth is just taking his time now! What an ass!
SG: The only ass I know is Juan and he lost earlier! Asses don’t win!
KV: You’re a fool.
((Seth begins to climb up the ladder and Corey rolls into the ring. He tries to reach the ladder with his foot to kick it down but he’s out of reach and Seth is grasping the belt and laughing at Corey.))
KV: Seth needs to stop being so cocky!
SG: He has the right to be!
((Corey gets angry and pulls the rope inward as hard as he can with the cuff and he’s able to reach the ladder with his feet and he kicks it down with full force but Seth keeps ahold of the Anarchy Championship and he’s holding onto it for dear life as he tries to pull it down while hanging in the air.))
SG: Seth has the belt! He just needs to pull it off before he falls.
KV: I can’t believe Corey kicked the ladder down and he’s pulling hard on the rope! What’s he trying to do.
SG: I don’t know but it looks like either he’s going to pull off his hand or that rope is going to…))
((Corey pulls the rope back so hard with all of his strength that it causes the rope to snap away from the turnbuckles and it frees Corey. He turns around and goes to grab at Seth but Seth falls with the Anarchy Championship in his hand right at that moment and the referee calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner and still the Anarchy Champion… SETH LAWLESS!!!
((The referee holds Seth’s arm up in the air and Seth holds up the Anarchy Championship up in the air with his theme playing. Seth then turns and sees Corey Bull standing there in shock now that his career has just officially ended.))
KV: Wow, you really have to feel for Corey.
SG: I can’t believe it… His career is over.
KV: It’s been almost twenty years and he’s done everything he possibly could.
((Seth taps Corey on the shoulder and gives him a nod before sliding out of the ring and walking up the ramp. Corey’s hands rest on his waist as the music stops playing and the fans go silent. Corey shakes his head and takes a deep breath when a slow “Corey Bull” chant begins to pick up before the entire arena joins in and begins to chant his name.))
KV: The fans are showing respect to a guy who gave it all tonight.
SG: Tonight? Corey Bull gave everything to this business. EVERYTHING! He’s being showed the respect he deserves.
((Corey slides out under the ring, the handcuff still on one of his hands as he waves to the crowd one final time.))
KV: Well, that’s it for tonight, folks. In two weeks we have one of the biggest events in our history, Insurrection!!!
SG: It’s going to be great! Tyson Gregory is going to take back what’s rightfully his!
KV: We’ll have to see about that, he’s going to have his hands full with Alex Jones and Adrien Cochrane. But with that being said, this is Khristina Valentine and my broadcast partner, Samuel Griffin signing off. See you in two weeks in Los Angeles!
