Post by Robb on Feb 24, 2017 5:14:40 GMT
((The opening riff to “Hardwired" by Metallica plays inside Scotiabank Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Candada. Highlights from Insurrection: Episode Ten begin to show on the big screen. Dirk Bentley hits Chris Cane with a Southern Comfort right at the start of the match and picks up a quick victory. Abagail Vorhees picks up a quick victory on Lucien LaCroix by hitting her HEART ATTACK finish. Amber Richards and Anastasia Hayden put aside their dislike for each other to pick up a victory as a team over the well oiled machine that is the I-10 Connection, giving Amber and Anastasia title shots for this episode of Anarchy. Diem Masters finishes her career in #FSociety by nailing Robbie Rayder with a superkick, effectively beating him for the three count. Dean Judas and Juan Ass have a heated back and forth exchange before Dean manages to get the upper hand and beat Juan. Hutch is shown hitting Zooey West-Jaa with the Lanahan Lariat, effectively beating her for the second time in another heated match between the two, successful defending his High Roller Championship. Allyson Morrow and Seth Lawless have one of the most brutal submission matches wrestling has ever seen but Allyson manages to get the upperhand on Seth, making him tap out and effectively making her the Anarchy Champion. Before Allyson Morrow can celebrate, she’s attacked from behind from Gavin Grimes, one of the biggest surprises of the year. Grimes knocked Morrow out with The Crowning and smiled over her before exiting the ring. Pretty Boy Floyd and one of the Clowns fight in a Cage match and the Clown ends up winning, sending Floyd down to the bottom of the cage with a hurricanrana that hasn’t been seen before. At the end of everything, Floyd unmasks one of the clowns friends and it revealed Bully McCarron of the I-10 Connection. Locke & Keyes pull of the biggest upset of the night as the rookie detective tag team pin Damon Graves to win the Tag Team Championships from Rebel Ink. The night ended with the anticipated triple threat between Alex Jones, Tyson Gregory and the #FSociety Champion, Adrien Cochrane. The match is a classic, with Tyson Gregory hitting The Vanish of Hope on Alex Jones before scoring the pinfall victory over him before Adrien Cochrane can make it inside to break up the count. Tyson is seen celebrating with his newly won #FSociety Championship, becoming the first ever two time #FSociety Champion ever and the clip comes to a close. The camera pans over to Khristina Valentine and Samuel Griffin, #FSociety’s announce team.))
KV: Welcome to Episode Eleven of #FSociety! We are here at Anarchy and oh boy, do we have a show for you!
SG: It would be better if we weren’t in Canada!
KV: Hey now, it’s nice being here at the Scotiabank Saddledome arena in Calgary. We even have a sold out crowd of over 19,000 people!!
SG: Yeah… But they’re Canadian!
KV: Excuse me partner tonight, he’s grumpy! Tonight we have all of the belts being defended.
SG: I don’t know why! Tyson should have the night off to celebrate! In fact, him and Ally should both have the night off!
KV: I don’t know about all of that. But Tyson is defending his #FSociety Championship against Dirk Bentley and as for Ally, she has to defend her Anarchy Championship against Robbie Rayder and Amber Richards.
SG: I’m just excited to see Dean Judas win the Tag Titles against Locke & Keyes.
KV: You mean Judas and Juan Ass.
SG: I mean what I said.
KV: Last but not least, Hutch is defending his High Roller Championship against Anastasia Hayden. I’m not sure if these two could remain friends after tonight.
SG: Whatever the case may be, I hope Ana takes that damn belt from him! I’m sick of seeing Hutch parade around as a champion!
KV: Indeed. Well, it looks like it’s time to start things off with the Anarchy Championship match!
Match One: First Blood Elimination Match for the Anarchy Championship
Amber Richards versus Robbie Rayder versus Allyson Grace Morrow (Champion)
Jennifer Taylor: This match is for the Anarchy Champion and it is a First Blood Elimination match. Coming to the ring first… weighing in at 140 pounds from Norwich, England... "The Gypsy Rose"... AMBER RICHARDS!!!
(("Everything That Could of Been" by Kittie blasts on the PA system, the lyrics rolling out. As the song explodes after the first verse Amber Richards makes her way out with her black hair flowing down as she throws her head back and lets out a laugh. Amber makes her way down to the ring. She runs and slides on her knee across the apron before resting her body against the ropes as the music fades out.))
KV: Amber earned this shot when her and Anastasia beat the I-10 Connection!
SG: Yeah, AMBER earned it! Why is Robbie in this shit?
KV: He’s had a couple of good showings so far!
SG: I think he’s just being thrown to the wolves and you know what? I love it!
Jennifer Taylor: Her opponent… 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.))
KV: Robbie is looking to pick up some gold and get off of this losing streak!
SG: Too bad he isn’t going to get either! It doesn’t matter if it’s 2017, he still sucks just as much as he did in 2016!
KV: SAMUEL!
SG: Yes, mom?
KV: Stop being mean!
SG: Okay, I’m sorry, mom.
KV: QUIT THAT!
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring… weighing in at 120 pounds from Essex, England... She is the reigning ANARCHY CHAMPION…. 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 with the Anarchy Championship strapped onto her shoulder. Her hand is on her hip as she’s staring out at the crowd with a smirk on her face. 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: She’s hot and vicious. I love Ally Morrow!
KV: So does Tyson Gregory, you should probably avoid his territory.
SG: Ugh, I guess you’re right.
KV: I know I am!
((Ally stands in the middle of the ring with a smirk on her face as Amber and Robbie stand either side of her, as the official calls for the bell, Ally hits the mat and rolls to the outside. Much to the annoyance of Amber Richards, who turns to yell at her, only to be blindsided by a forearm to the back of the head by Robbie.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
SG: Smart move by Morrow!
KV: I can’t disagree with that, I just wish she showed more backbone.
SG: You shouldn’t say that so loud, Ally is crazy.
KV: YOU SHOULDN’T SAY THAT SO LOUD!
SG: Oh shit...
((Amber pulls to her feet and turns on Rayder, the two begin trading blow for blow, neither one backing down as they go from standard punches to closed fists and heavy elbows, meanwhile Ally stands close to the barricade now and leans over, grabbing a handful of popcorn from a fan's bucket she begins to pop pieces of the salty snack into her mouth.))
KV: This is so disrespectful.
SG: This is classic! Do your thing, girl!
KV: Focus on the action inside of the ring! Robbie and Amber are going at each other hard!
((Turning her back to the ring as Robbie gets a shoulder up and under amber’s ribs and drives her into the corner, Ally starts to argue with the fan from whom she stole the popcorn, the fan adamantly telling her to get back in the ring, Ally points at herself and mouths ‘who me’? Before reaching over and smacking the base of the popcorn bucket causing it to fly in the air, she laughs before launching herself under the bottom rope and back into the ring.))
SG: And Morrow is back in it!
KV: Robbie and Amber need to be aware that Ally is in the ring!
((Popping up behind Rayder, Ally nails him with an elbow to the back of the head, barrelling him into Amber so he is now face to face with her both stuck in the corner up against the turnbuckle, Ally backs up slightly before going in with a jumping dropkick, she nails the back of Rayder’s head and his in turn collides with Amber. Ally pops up to her feet with a laugh and turns to the crowd to mock them with kissy faces, clearly claiming the pair just kissed.))
KV: Mocking the crowd. Wow!
SG: Blow me kisses, Ally!
KV: You’re ridiculous.
SG: I AM IN LOVE WITH DANGER! AND HER NAME IS ALLY!
((Amber shoves Robbie off of her, clearly gunning for Ally who once again drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, this time though she disappears under it just as Rayder takes Richards down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Robbie then gets up and looks around for Ally who is nowhere to be seen. He turns right into a spinning heel kick from Amber which knocks him flat to the mat.))
SG: And now Amber is taking control of this one.
KV: Ally needs to stop rolling out of the ring. What is this?
((Amber then rolls out of the ring and disappears under it, as she does Ally rolls back into the ring with a baseball bat in hand, looking down at Robbie on the canvas she smirks and looks out at the crowd who begin to boo wildly. She raises the bat up in a dramatic fashion as though to swing it down on Rayden, turning on her heel at the last second to smash it into the gut of Amber Richards who was attempting to sneak up behind her.))
SG: WOW! The champ’s awareness is out of this world.
KV: She caught Amber right in the gut. That’s gotta hurt.
SG: Who puts a bat under a ring? Seriously?
KV: Probably Ally… Who knows what else she has under there.
((As Amber hits the canvas, Ally laughs as she waggles a finger at Amber, audibly clicking her tongue in disapproval at Amber’s attempt to sneak attack her. Ally tosses the bat out of the ring and swoops down to pull Amber up, twisting herself and Amber, she takes her down with a belly to back suplex, smashing Amber’s body down against Robbie's who gets his knees up and into Amber’s back.))
SG: And Ally has this easily in her control but she needs to make one of these people bleed!
KV: Such a gross match.
SG: I don’t know, I kind of like it!
KV: You would.
SG: And what’s that supposed to mean?
KV: Huh? Nothing! Nothing at all!
((Ally rolls to the outside once again but this time she reaches into the ring and grabs Rayder by the feet, dragging him to the outside she drops him off the apron and hops up onto the apron herself, looking down at him she waves before jumping off with a booty drop, landing hard on his chest you can audibly hear the wind leave his lungs. Ally looks up just in time to see Amber suicide dive through the ropes, mostly moving out of the way she only cops the tail end of the dive, the rest of the force hitting Robbie’s already prone body.))
KV: SUICIDE DIVE BY AMBER!
SG: Yeah but it mostly only caught Robbie. Ally saw it coming.
KV: Well damn.
((First to her feet, Morrow moves away from the pair and hope over the barricade, this time taking a seat beside a few fans who boo her, she gets up in the face of one guy who immediately holds his hands up and back off, yanking the chair he was sitting on she snaps it shut and throws it over the barricade.))
KV: She just took a fan's chair! What the hell!?
SG: I love it!
KV: Is that even legal? Disqualify her!
SG: Legal? This is Anarchy baby!
((Amber who has gotten to her feet picks up the chair and turns with it in her hands, Ally hops up onto and then off the barricade with a diving knee to the chair, which collides with Amber’s face, but no blood is shed as Ally takes a moment to check her knee, limping away from the collisions she ‘walks it off’ as Rayder not comes from Amber, they both grab the chair and pull it between them as Ally picks up the baseball bat.))
SG: Things are about to get nasty!
KV: Yeah they are… This really is Anarchy.
SG: It’s the name of the show, babe!
KV: Don’t call me babe.
((Ally slams the bat against the ring post to get their attention and immediately Amber charges her, taking her into the barricade with a spear, Ally still doesn’t let go of the bat though as Amber pops to her feet and drives her knee into Ally’s ribs. Rayder apparently decides to try Ally’s approach and sit back and watch, but Amber is having none of it, she yells at Robbie to help her, turning to address him, Ally takes her chance and swings the bat up between Amber’s legs with a clear and hard low blow with the bat.))
SG: A low blow!?
KV: Hey, it still hurts down there, even when you don’t have nuts!
SG: So you’ve been punted down there before?
KV: What? Ugh! No, I didn’t say that!!
SG: Yeah… You totally did.
((Amber hits the mats like a sack of bricks and Ally gets to her feet, she holds the bat out with her forefinger and thumb, pinching her nose with her other hand she shakes her head before dropping the bat to the ground in mock disgust.))
KV: More disrespect from Morrow.
SG: I don’t know what she has against Amber, that chick is hot!
KV: She was with Seth though!
SG: I DON’T CARE!
((Ally and Rayder make their way back into the ring and begin to stalk each other, Robbie goes for a tackle but is side stepped before Ally makes several quick and sharp targeted kicks to the knee, once Rayder is down to kneeling, she turns with a chick kick to the side of his head, knocking him down to the canvas he appears clean out. Ally stalks the ropes for a moment, watching Amber before she turns and taking a run, she grips to the top rope and jumps up only to stamp down on Rayder’s face, busting his nose open blood splatters on the canvas and the first bell is rung.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Robbie Rayder has been eliminated!
SG: Later little dude.
KV: I don’t think Ally is done!
((Ally isn’t done though as she begins to stomp on the face of Rayder until he is nothing but a crimson mask of shattered nose and bruised face. Only then does Ally back off with her hands in the air and allow the official to check on Rayder, whilst he is doing so she rolls to the outside and takes a knee to check on Amber, who finally seems to be recuperating from the shot to her lady junk.))
SG: Now it’s just down to Ally and Amber. These two hate each other. It’s going to be brutal!
KV: I don’t know if I can watch anymore of this.
SG: Man up, Khristina!
((As Amber gets to her knees Ally grabs a handful of her hair, she grimaces at Amber and shows something between her teeth, before Amber can brace herself though, Ally spits a huge spray of blood red mist right into Amber’s eyes at point blank range. Ally then drops Amber back to the floor and back up, screaming at her to get up, her mouth and the surrounding area bright red from the mist.))
KV: How is that mist legal?
SG: It doesn’t matter in this match anyway.
KV: SO! It’s not fair!
SG: I wonder what it’s made out of.
KV: I don’t... Gross.
((Ally then punt kicks Amber to the head, the sick thud is matched only by the smear of Robbie’s blood on Ally’s boot now across Amber’s temple.Ally laughs slightly before resting the sole of her boot on Amber’s face and ‘facewashing’ her, wiping Rayder’s blood off onto Amber’s face with a small smile. Ally begins to circle Amber whilst whistling ‘singing in the rain’ as she repeatedly punt kicks Amber across her upper body and head, she once again takes a knee and grabs Amber by the hair, still whistling her tune the whole time, Ally strokes a hand down Amber’s face and finally stops whistling, only to smile and get to her feet, dragging Amber with her.))
KV: Well this is stupid. She’s just toying with Amber now.
SG: Whatever she’s about to do, it’s not gonna be pretty.
((Pulling herself and Amber up onto the steel steps, she lets Amber drop,lying so part of her upper body and her head hang down to the second step, Ally grapevines her leg around Amber’s before reaching down and grabbing her arms, yanking them back she smashes her foot down into the back of Amber’s head using a move known as the BFT. Amber’s head is met with Ally’s boot as her arms are released and her face smashes into the second step.))
KV: What the hell is this?
SG: It’s brutality at it’s finest. This is what this belt was made for.
((Ally kicks Amber off the steps only so the red can see the mask of blood she is now growing on her face thanks to the impact and the bell is rung.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner and STILL the Anarchy Champion… ALLY MORROW!!!
((Ally’s theme plays and the official hesitates in the middle of the ring, not wanting to approach Ally, who jumps down off the steel steps to stand over Amber, snatching her belt from another worker who hands it to her she leans down and wipes her finger through the blood on Amber’s face, drawing a number 16 across the face plate of the Anarchy Championship.))
SG: That’s awesome! WOW!
KV: Yeah… let’s cut to backstage. I think I’m gonna throw up.
SG: Don’t do it near me, you heathen!
((The doors to the Saddledome burst open as figures in matching black uniforms storm in, creating a perimeter. Accompanied by a handsome Chinese man wearing a tailored suit, Sarah Selena Lacklan glides into the room.))
Lacklan: This weather is MUCH better.
((With one arm intertwined by that of the Chinese man, Sarah uses her free hand to throw back her hood, her impossibly red eyes blazing against her pale complexion and the expertly crafted wings stretching out from her eyes.))
Lacklan: Do you not think so, Monk?
Blasted Monk: Sure.
((Sarah rolls her eyes and takes in the innards of the building, noting the various #FSociety workers moving with purpose. She closes her eyes for a moment, her nostrils flaring.))
Lacklan: Do you smell that, Monk? 'Tis a delicate perfume… a mixture of fear… terror… worry.
((She opens her eyes, seeming twin furnaces.))
Lacklan: They know, Monk. They know what is going to happen tonight. They know that God's Light is here, that I am going to blind them all, break them, make them cry out for mercy. I shall not give it.
Blasted Monk: Sure.
((Sarah lets out an exasperated hiss and turns to the taller man.))
Lacklan: Listen. Father told me what you said to him at my birthday party. He told me of the earnest and honest words you had for him in thanks of all he gave for this business. I appreciate that. I know that the whole "us" thing did not work out, but with Father not being well enough for travel, there is no one else beside you who I would wish to be here to see my debut.
((Her lips curl into a smile, white tips of pointed fangs peeking out from ruby lips.))
Lacklan: And after I destroy all three of my opponents tonight, after I make one of them shed literal tears, I am sure I would be up for some...celebration.
((Monk smirks and leans down.))
Blasted Monk: Sure.
((Sarah's smile turns into a scowl.))
Lacklan: You are intolerable. Come! I need to change, stretch, and pray.
((The group of men in black set off in two lines, Sarah and Monk following.))
((The scene cuts backstage to Daniela Cabello standing in front of the camera with a huge smile on her face.))
Daniela Cabello: Despite tonight being a HUGE night out here in Calgary, Canada as #FSociety takes its first ever show outside of the states, I am sorry to inform that neither Chris Night and Robb Hardy could make it tonight. I guess that leaves nobody in charge.
((She looks down and frowns for a moment before a huge grin runs across her face.))
Daniela Cabello: Psych! They put me, yours truly, Daniela Cabello, in charge! And you know what? I think I’m going to change some things up around here.
((She thinks it over for a moment.))
Daniela Cabello: First off, I’m changing the next match into a tag team match instead because fatal four ways are BORING! So let’s see what happens when we put the girls up against the guys! Melissa and Sarah will take on Xavier and that stinky big guy, Bart!
((She smiles and nods.))
Daniela Cabello: They should just leave me in charge!!!
((Daniela makes a squee sound before running off from the scene.))
Match Two: Tag Team Match
Melissa Reeves/Sarah Selena Lacklan versus Xavier Young/Bart Skinner
KV: So this next match has officially changed on us a little here and we just got the official word before the show started.
SG: What’s up with Robb Hardy not being here and leaving Dani Cabello in charge?
KV: I’m not totally sure about the whole Dani situation but Robb made it clear at the end of Insurrection that he was going to be meeting the still unmasked Clown somewhere tonight. We just don’t where or any other details about that whole situation.
SG: So now instead of seeing four people all ripping into each other we get a tag team match?
KV: That sounds like it.
SG: Works for me.
KV: We are looking at Xavier Young and Bart Skinner taking on the debuting Sarah Selena Lacklan and Melissa Reeves.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first… Weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Skittle Kingdom… He is the General of the Skittle Army… XAVIERRRR YOUNG!
(("The Skittles Song" by Stereo Witness sounds throughout the #FSociety arena as Xavier Young appears onto the entrance way with matching Skittle-colored attire. Xavier takes Skittles out of his pockets and begins to throw them to the fans in the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp. He then slides into the ring and pulls out a bag of Skittles which he then begins to pour into his mouth for his 'Skittle Powers.'))
SG: I hate this guy.
KV: Come on. He’s always having a good time.
SG: No, I hate him.
Jennifer Taylor: And his partner… weighing in at 245 pounds from Wherever he Damn Pleases… BART… “MAD DOG”… SKINNERRRR!!!
(("Acid Spit" begins to play as the arena lights darken slightly. At the top of the ramp appears Bart "Mad Dog" Skinner. He surveys the crowd with a look of contempt then slowly marches down to the ring. When he reaches the apron he jumps up, rolls into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. On the middle rope he taunts the crowd and steps down as his song fades.))
SG: This guy looks tough. My kind of guy.
KV: So you’re rooting for him and X?
SG: I wouldn’t go that far.
KV: You know you love Xavier.
SG: No. I hate him. Maybe everybody will get lucky and this Mad Dog will eat X for lunch.
Jennifer Taylor: And their opponents… weighing in at 130 pounds from Sydney, Australia… MELISSA REEVESSS!!!
((As the opening to Killswitch Engage's “No End in Sight” plays, Melissa Reeves appears from behind the curtain. Pausing to look out at her fans, she raises her hands up and down, motioning to the fans to get pumped. She moves down the few steps and then heads toward the ring, slapping her hands against those held out by the fans in attendance. Melissa reaches the ring steps and climbs, taking hold of the ring post. She stops and looks out to the crowd, waving her arms up and down again. Entering the ring between the top and second rope, the young lady moves to the nearest corner, which she leans her back against.))
KV: I like the energy this woman brings to the ring with her.
SG: Maybe she should be the one teaming up with that Skittles idiot across the ring from her.
KV: She’s not, but this is a very interesting partner she has on her side that we will see in a moment.
SG: This place really brings out all of the weirdest people, right?
KV: It has you. But let’s say one more thing about Melissa Reeves and say that Robb Hardy told me he is very excited to have her on this roster and to see what she can do going forward.
Jennifer Taylor: And her partner… weighing in at 140 pounds from Lacklanland… “THE BLOOD PRINCESS”… SARAH SELENA LACKLANNN!!!
((The lights go out as a red spotlight flashes down on the entrance area. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata begins to play over the PA system and Sarah Selena Lacklan steps out wearing a hooded robe. When she comes to the ring, she climbs the top rope, throws back her hood, and spews Red Mist into the air. She then looks around the arena, hands off her robe, and waits for the match to begin.))
SG: That whole mist thing is kind of hot.
KV: This young woman is another great talent that #FSociety has signed.
SG: Where’s Lacklanland?
KV: I don’t know, but you can go anytime you want.
SG: I’d follow her anywhere.
((Sarah Selena Lacklan and Bart Skinner start things off for their respective teams.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Skinner charges in right away at the sound of the bell and misses with a clothesline. Lacklan sends him back into the corner and starts blasting away at his chest with kicks. She follows up with some knees and chops into the corner that the fans react to as the sound echoes throughout the arena. There’s a quick tag between Lacklan and Reeves. Melissa Reeves comes in and takes Skinner down out of the corner with a drop toe hold.))
KV: Some quick teamwork between the two ladies. This couldn’t have been what either of these women was expecting from tonight.
SG: No, but they all better figure out a way to react to it.
((Reeves connects with a baseball slide dropkick to the side of Skinner’s head. He turns over and she comes down on him with a leaping knee drop. Melissa pulls Mad Dog up and holds him around the head as she reaches out and brings Sarah back in. Sarah throws a kick to the body as Reeves slams Skinner back with a side Russian leg sweep. Lacklan starts throwing more kicks as Skinner tries to fight his way up. He rushes up with a sudden burst, scoops her up, and slams her back into the corner. He tries to hit her with some big body shots and uppercut punches but Lacklan fights back with a knee to the jaw and some palm strikes that knock him back to the ropes. She then uses another kick that sends him through the ropes and to the apron. She follows that up with a triangle dropkick off the ropes that sends Skinner to the floor.))
KV: Lacklan isn’t messing around with all of these kicks.
SG: She’s lighting him up.
KV: Sarah Selena Lacklan isn’t done yet.
((Lacklan hits the ropes and comes back at Skinner, taking him out on the outside with a big plancha.))
KV: What a dive!
SG: That’s how you take a bigger man down.
((Lacklan takes her time in pulling Skinner up off the mat. She tries to push him back into the ring and follows in after him. She uses the bottom of her boot to push Skinner back into his corner. Xavier Young tags himself in but hesitates and points towards Lacklan’s corner. Lacklan looks over her shoulder and Melissa Reeves puts her hand out for the tag. Lacklan obliges and brings Reeves back into the match.))
KV: I think Xavier didn’t want any part of those strikes from Lacklan.
SG: What a wuss.
KV: Would you want any of those kicks?
SG: No thanks.
((Reeves tags in and she and Xavier lock up in the middle of the ring. Xavier looks proud of himself when he takes her down with an arm drag takedown but Reeves returns fire and connects with an arm drag of her own. X gets up and runs into a hip toss from Reeves. She then kicks him in the ribs and jumps on his back, locking in a sleeper hold.))
KV: Reeves with a quick burst of energy and now trying to slow down Xavier with a sleeper.
SG: He has her on his back.
KV: Xavier is going to try and fight out of this but Reeves has a smile on her face as she wears down on him.
((Xavier crashes back into his own corner and slams Reeves into the turnbuckles. He breaks free from her grip, steps forward, and then hits her with a Pele kick. He staggers away from the corner and then turns back, charging in for a flying splash into the corner. Reeves moves out of the way and Xavier splashes face first into the top turnbuckle. Bart Skinner tags himself and charges into the ring.))
KV: Skinner looks angry and wants a ittle redemption from getting tossed around earlier.
((Skinner charges in and knocks Reeves back with a shoulder tackle. He then turns around and throws Xavier out of the ring.))
KV: That was uncalled for.
SG: I love it.
((Skinner turns his attention back to his opponent but walks into a Codebreaker from Melissa Reeves.))
KV: That’s what he gets for not paying attention to Reeves. A Facial Deconstructor.
SG: Skinner got nailed with that one.
KV: And Reeves is bringing in Lacklan.
((Sarah comes back into the ring as Skinner gets back up to his knees. He stands back up and she charges at him, grabbing at his neck and taking his back. She pulls him down to the mat in a chokehold and Skinner has no choice but to give in and submit to the move.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: He wanted no part of that Hail Mary from Sarah Selena Lacklan.
SG: Who would?
KV: That’s a very nice debut victory for Sarah Selena Lacklan and Melissa Reeves who were able to work together and accomplish their goal in this one.
((Beethoven hits over the PA system as the two women go their separate ways in celebrating the victory.))
KV: I wonder if the same will be said for the team of El Hijo del Senor Ass and Dean Judas when they fight for the Tag Team Titles later on tonight.
SG: Who cares about that right now. The two hot girls one and the idiot Skittles guy lost. Yes!
KV: Let’s see what these two ladies come back with at our next Anarchy as they look to continue to impress.
((The scene cuts backstage where Daniela Cabello is standing by with the debuting Liam Callaghan. Dani smiles up at Liam sort of dreamily before a producer chirps in her ear and she snaps out of it.))
Daniela Cabello: Oh… we’re on… right! I’m here with Liam Callaghan, a newcomer making his professional wrestling debut with us tonight. Liam if you wouldn’t mind could tell us why you chose #FSociety to make your debut? You know as opposed to Fuckin’ Awesome… cuz they’re fuckin’ not.
((Liam’s eyes widen at the last line before he speaks up.))
Liam Callaghan: Well, I’ll have to disagree about Fuckin’ Awesome and I’m sure your bosses do too. But I decided to debut here because Kenzie Rydell threw down the challenge and I accepted it. She thought I’d be some rookie she could walk on but I’m here to prove her wrong and to show the world that I’m ready to take on the world. I’m going to make a statement when I beat Kenzie tonight and Paz and I will be steamrolling into FAW’s next show to take their tag titles.
((He nods confidently but Dani’s brow furrows.))
Daniela Cabello: What’s a Paz? Is that like a mascot or something? I dated a guy who had a parrot once. He turned out to be a tool though.
((As if on cue Paz Guevara walks into the scene and hands Liam a bottle of water, seemingly unaware or uncaring that they’re live.))
Paz Guevara: Hey babe, make sure you stay hydrated, okay? I know how you get when you’re nervous.
((Dani gasps at the intrusion, not bothering to hide her dismay.))
Daniela Cabello: Excuse me watergirl, we’re conducting an interview here.
((Paz’s brow knits as she stares over at Dani and starts to close the distance.))
Paz Guevara: I’m sorry… watergirl?!
((Liam steps next to Paz and grabs her hand to try and calm her down before looking at Dani and responding.))
Liam Callaghan: Paz is my girlfriend and tag team partner in Fuckin’ Awesome Wrestling. She’s definitely more than a watergirl. Shouldn’t you of known this before the interview?
((Dani shrugs.))
Daniela Cabello: Truth is Cass is supposed to interview all the newcomers but when I saw your headshot and how cute you were I bumped her.
((She frowns over at Paz.))
Daniela Cabello: So I wasn’t aware there was a Paz. Does she even have credentials to be back here?
((Paz tries to shake free from Liam’s grasp so she can strangle Dani. Liam literally has to wrap his arms around Paz to hold her back.))
Liam Callaghan: Babe… Please, save it for the Laroux wonder twins next week. Don’t let this second rate interviewer get to you. She probably still has a concussion from when Jenson and Drew knocked her out and thinks I’m Drew Davies.
((Liam looks back at Dani and smirks as she gasps and hauls off, slapping Liam across the face.))
Paz Guevara: You fucking cun…
((The scene immediately cuts away before any more damage can be done.))
((We cut backstage to find paramedics and security yelling and mobilizing. At the center of the pile is Amber Richards grunting and screaming like an animal. Her hair soaked with blood as it pours down her face.))
Paramedic: Please Miss Richards we're trying to help.
Amber Richards: Get the FUCK away from me...
((Amber steps back and swings wildly. a security guard steps forward and Amber leaps forward with a forearm before striking anything that moves with wild shots and kicks, she grabs one of the smaller paramedics and throws him into a sound case with a thud. a Guard grabs Amber around the waist from behind and picks her up.))
Security Guard: I GOT HER I NEED HELP ARGH!
((Amber bites his arm drawing blood and throws her head back breaking his nose, as he drops her Amber turns and hits a high knee sending him down before superkicking the final member of security as she stands in the center of the carnage. Her hair now dripping with a mixture of sweat and blood as it starts to pool on the floor beneath her. After a few moments she starts to chuckle and then a full belly laugh and she rolls her shes and backs down the hallway))
Match Three: Singles Match
Zooey West-Jaa versus Blair Laroux
KV: We’ve got a really interesting matchup here between two very tough women looking to impress here.
SG: I love watching two women fight.
KV: I’m going to ignore you and let these athletes put on a show.
SG: I love two women putting on a show.
KV: Ugh… and to think 2017 would be a new year.
Jennifer Taylor: 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.))
KV: Zooey has been a tough streak here lately and from what I hear, she’s been going through some personal issues.
SG: Personal issues don’t matter! She’s a killer and Hutch SCREWED her out of her last couple of matches. It’s a travesty!
KV: Don’t say that! I’m sure Zooey wouldn’t agree on that.
SG: Whatever! It’s the truth! Screw Hutch! I hope Zooey demolishes Blair tonight to prove a point! Even though I like Blair.
KV: Sometimes you say some dumb things.
Jennifer Taylor: Her opponent… Hailing from Helsinki, Finland… weighing in at 148 pounds… BLAIR KIVISTO!!!
((A few strobe lights flicker on and off as the sounds of “Bittersweet” by Panic! At The Disco plays through the arena. The music continued to blast through the speakers as Blair ran out on the entrance ramp pausing for a moment to look around before she made a dash for the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring quickly jumping up onto her feet and going over to a corner. She climbs the turnbuckle and throws her arms in the air as she moves a bit to her entrance music. She moves over to the opposite corner and does the same thing. The music fades out as she sits down on the top of that turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin.))
KV: Blair looks ready! I can’t wait to see her in action.
SG: She’s a savvy veteran that’s been in this sport for over a decade… Zooey will have her hands full.
KV: That she will! It’s old school versus new school!
SG: Okay… Never say anything like that ever again!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((As soon as the bell rings, Zooey does not hesitate to go straight for Blair, a series of swift and precise kicks to her upper body, mostly her rib area quickly bring Blair to her knees where Zooey takes advantage with a spinning heel kick to the side of Blair’s head, taking her down to the mat and flat on her back with ease. Zooey begins to circle Blair waiting for any sign of movement before swooping down and grabbing Blair by the head, bringing her back to her feet.))
KV: You can see a seriousness in Zooey here tonight.
SG: She is here to prove a point.
((Zooey swings Blair into the corner and checks her with her shoulder against the ring post, forcing her into the corner, Zooey steps back and without needing to hold the ropes, slams her foot into Blair’s throat Zooey holds her foot hard against Blair’s throat choking her for the full count from the ref before finally pulling away.))
KV: Zooey almost got DQ’d for that choke! She needs to be careful and not lose her cool.
SG: Can you blame her with what she’s been through lately?
KV: I guess not.
((Zooey backs off and allows the space as stated, before running back at Blair and taking a knee to her chest, using the top ropes now to swing into her, Zooey nails knee after knee to Blair’s chest until she is all but hung up on the ropes. Zooey back off a little and circles on herself before she pulls Blair down to her knees with one elbow to the back of her neck.))
SG: This match has been completely one sided.
KV: Blair doesn’t look invested at all.
((Taking full advantage, she swings off the ropes and takes Blair down with her signature Feint kick, following it up with an elbow drop to Blair's chest, before pulling her out into the middle of the ring, where she uses and bridging crab to go for the pin.))
1…
2…
KV: Thr… NO! Kickout by Blair somehow!
SG: I guess she’s not ready to call it quits. I would have.
((Zooey hits the mat gently as she collapses the crab before turning her attention back to Blair. Zooey turns on her knees and pulls Blair into an Indian Deathlock bridged into a rear choke, contorting her whole body into a perfect arch to lock the move in as she wrenches on the ankles and throat of Blair. Eventually, Zooey breaks the hold as the bridge wears on her back and instead grapevines her legs around Blair’s right leg, wrenching her ankle into a lock. Zooey is ruthless with the yank and pulls the ankle at a totally off angle.))
KV: She’s gonna break her ankle!
SG: Blair’s ankle doesn’t look good!
KV: She’s reaching for the ropes!
((Blair just manages to grab the bottom rope, but Zooey does not release until she gets her count, she then drops the ankle and rolls away, jumping back up to her feet and moving side to side on the spot as though waiting for the go ahead. Blair manages to pull to her feet, clearly limping on her now injured ankle.))
KV: Blair isn’t going to be able to do much with her ankle in that condition.
SG: Zooey has slowly picked her apart. She’s out here to prove a point and she’s doing just that.
((Zooey grabs Blair by the left arm and swings her off the ropes, Zooey bounces her off the ropes again, catching and swinging her three or four times before she eventually takes a step back on the final swing and then, on the rebound she nails Blair with a front kick!))
SG: WOAH!
KV: What a kick!
SG: I think Blair is dead.
((Zooey’s entire sole of her foot connects under Blair’s jaw and snaps her neck back, giving the appearance of her head being ‘kicked off’ as soon as Zooey pulls her leg back, Blair’s body crumples under it’s own weight and she hits the mat, eyes rolled back in her head.))
SG: Blair is knocked out. Oh my.
KV: The referee is checking for her.
SG: He’s calling for the bell.
KV: This one is over by TKO.
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner via knockout… ZOOEY WEST-JAAAAAA!
((“Sit Still, Look Pretty” blares over the PA system as the referee raises Zooey’s hand in the air. She quickly snatches it away before rolling out of the ring. She walks backward up the ramp, looking at Blair incapacitated in the ring, admiring her work basically.))
KV: That’s a decisive way to make a statement and start a comeback.
SG: She rocked her. That was great.
KV: A big win for Zooey West-Jaa. I wouldn’t want to be next on her list of opponents.
((The scene cuts to Gavin and Ashleigh Grimes both arriving to the arriving to the arena together. They eventually make it to their locker room which simply says, ‘Grimes’ on it. They enter and inside there is a black box with a big red ribbon on it that is sitting down on a steel chair. Gavin and Ash both look at each other in confusion.))
Gavin Grimes: What the hell?
Ashleigh Grimes: I don’t know what that is... But I’m not opening that thing. I think it’s for you babe!
((A playful smile rolls across Ashleigh’s face as she nudges Gavin in the arm.))
Ashleigh Grimes: Open it! Maybe it’s from your secret admirer, Paz, I heard she’s here tonight.
((Gavin rolls his eyes as he picks up the box.))
Gavin Grimes: I swear to God, if this is like the movie Se7en and there’s a head in here, I’m throwing it at you.
((Gavin undoes the ribbon before opening up the box and Ashleigh watches him do so. Inside of the box is a rag doll. Ashleigh has her phone out and begins to play the scene from Se7en where Brad Pitt screams, ‘WHAT’S IN THE BOX!?’))
Gavin Grimes: Ash, now isn’t the time to fuck around.
Ashleigh Grimes: Why? What is it?
((Ash’s brow furrows as Gavin slowly pulls out a rag doll with blonde hair that’s braided. He clutches it tightly as he eyes fixate on Ashleigh’s.))
Gavin Grimes: Where is my sister? She didn’t come to Calgary, did she? You didn’t let that happen after Ally threatened her the other night did you!? Call Hayden… I’ll go call Sophie!
((Ashleigh grabs Gavin’s arm, trying to calm him down.))
Ashleigh Grimes: Gav, babe, I’m sure it’s nothing. Just take a second to breathe.
Gavin Grimes: It’s my sister, Ash. I’ll kill anyone who fucks with her. Call Hayden!
((Gavin quickly walks out of the locker room as he pulls out his phone and the scene cuts away.))
Match Four: Special Attraction Match
Kenzie Rydell versus Liam Callaghan
KV: Next up we have the debuting Kenzie Rydell taking on a guest who is making his professional debut, Liam Callaghan.
SG: I don’t know much about Liam except that he’s from Boston and I like Boston! Tom Brady is the man!
KV: Right. Liam might be a mystery but we know that Kenzie is a proven veteran by now who’s accomplished a lot.
SG: She has but from what I saw on Twitter today… The rookie, Liam, may have gotten in her head a bit.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring first… weighing in at 136 pounds and hailing from San Jose, California… KENZIEEEEE RYDELLLL!!!
((Once distorted noises hit the PA system, the lights flicker. Darkness envelops the arena aside for a few rogue spotlights cast over the enthusiastic crowd. Every pair of eyes gaze towards the stage while the heavy guitar of "Break Out" by The Letter Black underscores the emotion throughout the building. Once the inspirational voices finally join the rhythmic drum beats and the shredding guitar, the crowd erupts as Kenzie Rydell walks out onto the stage with a wistful smile on her face.))
((Standing on the stage wearing an open bomber jacket over her ring gear, she takes a few short moments to bask in the atmosphere. Fixing her stance, she straightens her back and swings her hips to the side. With a simple smirk, she exudes as much confidence as she can, bright hazel hues scanning across all the people in attendance tonight. Visage set towards the ring ahead, she walks forward, her stride strong as ever. Looking to her side, she points towards the cheap seats, letting their cheers rain down as she nears the ring with every step.))
((A brief weary expression crosses her features once she stops in her tracks, standing at the bottom of the aisle. With a deep breath, she takes her time walking towards the steel steps. One after the other, she shoots the crowd another proud grin, listening to them making their voices heard as she reaches the top of the steps. The young Muay Thai specialist walks across the apron, her palm clutching the top rope until she gets to the middle. Turning to face the crowd towards the stage, she spreads her arms like a phoenix and rests her elbows on the top rope, the sides of her mouth curling upward yet again as she hears the crowd's reaction intensify. Turning around, she climbs over the second rope and enters the ring, spinning a couple of times in one graceful movement before lifting her arms for the crowd's approval. Heading towards her corner, she takes off her jacket and gives it to someone outside the ring. Back in her corner, she bounces back and forth on the heels of her boots, preparing herself while the song fades into audio obscurity.))
SG: What a long entrance! I almost fell asleep.
KV: Samuel!!
SG: What? I’m just telling the truth!
KV: Let the girl soak up her return! This means a lot to her.
Jennifer Taylor: Her opponent…. Weighing in at 230 pounds and hailing from South Boston, Massachusetts… LIAM CALLAGHANNNNN!
((The opening beat to “Stressed Out” cover by Our Last Night blares over the PA system and Liam Callaghan walks out from behind the backstage curtains. A smile is on his face as there is a mixture of cheers and boos. Liam is wearing a dark blue Patriots T-shirt, along with a black pair of jeans and a black pair of Nike’s; keeping his appearance very simple. He walks down the entrance ramp with a focused look on his face. He slides in the ring and stares across at Kenzie Rydell and is basically glaring a hole into her… As if his only focus in the world is on her.))
KV: He really is reping Boston with that Pats shirt!
SG: The kid looks serious. I can’t tell if it’s nerves or if that’s just his approach.
KV: I guess we’ll see!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The match begins and the small Rydell charges at Liam. Liam goes for a clothesline but Kenzie ducks right under it and bounces off of the ropes. She comes off of the ropes and goes for a crossbody splash but Liam catches her in mid air. Liam drops Kenzie down on his knee, nailing her with a backbreaker but he doesn’t drop her. He lifts her up and nails and second backbreaker, followed by a third before letting her body fall down to the ground.))
KV: What power!
SG: He might only be a 19 year old with a baby face but this kid is strong as hell! That was impressive.
((Liam rolls Kenzie onto her back and goes for the cover.))
1…
2…
KV: Kickout!
SG: He’s trying to make early work of Kenzie.
KV: I’m sure he’s nervous and wants to finish this match off as quickly as possible.
((Liam doesn’t waste any time and he picks Kenzie up off the canvas. He lifts her up onto his shoulders and it looks like he’s going for a running power slam but Kenzie slides off of him and dropkicks Liam in the back, sending him crashing headfirst into the turnbuckle.))
KV: What a counter!
SG: It was lucky!
KV: Liam looks dazed out there!
((Liam turns around from the corner and looks dazed as he stumbles forward towards Kenzie. Kenzie quickly takes advantage and nails Liam with a savate kick square on his jaw. He falls to the canvas and Kenzie goes for the cover.))
1…
2…
SG: The rookie kicks out!
KV: Great showing here at the beginning by both of these competitors.
((Kenzie gets back up to her feet and wastes no time before climbing up the top turnbuckle. As she gets to the top, Liam gets back up to his feet and charges the corner before climbing up the turnbuckle. The two exchange blows with each over before Liam connects an elbow shot to Kenzie’s jaw. She’s dazed and Liam hooks her arm and leg. He lifts her up and nails a super fisherman buster and they both bounce hard off of the canvas.))
SG: What a move!
KV: Kenzie could seriously be hurt! That was some high impact!
SG: Liam is going for the cover!
1…
2…
KV: Thr… NO! Kenzie kicks out!
SG: Callaghan almost had the win!
((Callaghan slowly gets up and brings Kenzie up with her. He whips her towards the corner and chases after her. Kenzie’s hits back first into the corner and Liam goes to spear her but Kenzie grips the ropes and lifts herself up over him. Kenzie flips over Liam’s back and rolls him up into a cover.))
1…
2…
SG: Liam powers out!
KV: Close one! What a counter by Rydell! She’s using the ring to her advantage. She definitely has a veteran’s presence in there.
SG: I guess I can agree with that.
((Liam gets up and Kenzie drops him with a running dropkick. Liam gets back to his feet quickly and he charges Kenzie, going for a clothesline but she ducks under it. Liam turns around and Kenzie hits him with a thunderous Pele kick.))
KV: Kenzie has Liam’s number right now. She’s way too quick!
SG: Liam is playing into her game right now. He needs to play defense and let her come to him. He’s the bigger one.
KV: I totally agree but he’s making some rookie mistakes.
((Liam stumbles his feet and Kenzie hits a step up Enziguri which causes Liam to keel over. Before he drops to the ground, Kenzie grabs his head and nails a flowing DDT. Kenzie goes for the cover.))
1…
2…
SG: Liam kicks out again!
KV: He did but he’s in trouble. Kenzie just hit a flurry of moves and it’s going to be hard for the kid to recover.
SG: I hope you’re wrong, I really don’t want to see Kenzie win… She annoys me so much.
((Kenzie stalks over Liam who begins to stir and she taunts him to basically get up.))
KV: I think Kenzie is looking to end this one.
SG: She’s going for her big finish.
((Liam stumbles to his feet and Kenzie charges at him, going for her patented jackknife kick but Liam is able to catch her in the air. Liam nails Kenzie with an Irish Curse Backbreaker and she falls to the canvas, clutching her back as she writhes in pain. Liam drops down as well, doing the move in desperation and using his last bit of energy.))
KV: LIAM NAILS THE BEANTOWN PLUNGE!
SG: How’d you know what that was called?
KV: I talked to him before the show. But wow, the move looks more impressive than it sounds!
SG: He needs to cover her!
((Liam drags his body over to Kenzie and puts one arm over here and the referee begins the count.))
1…
2…
KV: Thr… NOOOOOO! She kicked out!
SG: Damn it! I can’t believe she kicked out!
KV: She isn’t going to give up that easy.
((Liam shakes his head in frustration as he gets up to his knees and the fans are going nuts. He picks Kenzie up off of the canvas and whips her to the ropes. As she gets back to him, he grabs her and pops her up in the air, going for a pop up powerbomb but Kenzie counters it into a pinning hurricanrana.))
1…
2…
((Liam powers out of the pin.))
KV: And just like that, Kenzie is back in this.
SG: BLAST HER!
KV: Her counters and kicks are on point tonight!
SG: Quit praising her!
((Kenzie backs up into the corner and as Liam gets up. She charges at him and leaps up onto his shoulders, grabbing his head. She hangs up there for a moment as if Liam is about to counter, but Kenzie pulls him down and nails a hanging DDT on him.))
KV: What athleticism by Rydell! It’s obvious she hasn’t missed a beat!
SG: Come on kid! Get up and kill her!
KV: Kenzie is stalking over him, waiting for him to get up.
((Liam stumbles to his feet and Kenzie charges him, nailing leg lariat, better known as a running calf kick.))
KV: Leg Lariat! One of Kenzie’s specialities!
SG: Uh oh!
((Kenzie goes for the pin.))
1…
2…
KV: Thr...
SG: NO! HE KICKED OUT! AT THE LAST SECOND HE KICKED OUT!
KV: Oh my! What a match we have on our hands! Neither of this two want to give up!
((The fans are on their feet going nuts as Kenzie looks around in shock. She gets ready, looking to go for a jackknife kick one again.))
KV: Kenzie wants to end this here and now.
SG: If she nails a Jackknife kick, it will be over.
((Liam gets to his feet and Kenzie charges, going for her finish but Liam ducks under it before grabbing the back of Kenzie’s head and shoving it hard into the turnbuckle.))
KV: Kenzie is stunned!
SG: She’s seeing stars right now.
((Kenzie turns around and Liam kicks her in the gut before grabbing her leg and crossing it with the other. He lifts her up and nails a cross-legged Michinoku Driver which turns into a pin.))
KV: BOSTON MASSACRE!
SG: I think that’s all she wrote.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… LIAM CALLAGHAN!!!
((“Stressed Out” blares over the PA system as the referee raises Liam’s hand in victory. Paz Guervara, his girlfriend, jumps the barricade, since she was watching from front row, and she slides into the ring. The couple embrace and then kiss, celebrating together.))
KV: What a match!
SG: Those two gave it their all!
KV: Kenzie is back up on her feet and she looks disappointed.
((Kenzie sighs and takes a deep breath before nodding her head and walking up to Liam. She extends her hand for a shake and Liam stares at it. He extends his hand and shakes hers with his. Kenzie then exits the ring as Liam and Paz continue to celebrate.))
SG: Ew! Sportsmanship is gross!
KV: I disagree! But it’s time to cut to a segment backstage!
((The cameras cut to the loading area in the arena, it is eerily quiet as the only sound that can be heard is footsteps pacing up and down just inside the large loading doors, Gavin Grimes holds his phone to his ear, muttering to himself as the phone rings… eventually a look of relief crosses his face as his call is picked up.))
Gavin Grimes: Sophie! Jesus Christ, learn to answer your phone! Where are you? Are you alright?
((He listens to his sister on the other end with whom he’s concerned for.))
Gavin Grimes: Alright, I just wanted to make sure. Just… Be careful and stick close with Hayden, alright? I just don’t trust someone like Ally when it comes to making these kind of threats…
((Gavin exchanges the usual pleasantries with his sister before hanging up the phone, he shakes his head and takes a hand through his hair as he takes a moment to calm himself before turning to head back inside, when he does, he hears a soft laugh and looks up.
Ally Morrow stands on the upper level of the loading area, leaning over the bannister she looks down at Gavin with a smile and a small wave.))
Gavin Grimes: What? You think this shit is funny? That it’s fun and games? I told you, don’t you fucking dare mess with my family. I’ll end you, Morrow.
((Ally purses her lips for a moment before she smiles again and shrugs her shoulders.))
Ally Morrow: I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about Grimes… Trouble at home?
((She locks eyes with him even from that distance as a sick smile crosses her face. He glares a hole through her as he looks up at her.))
Gavin Grimes: Like I said, Ally, don’t play these games with me… It will not end well for you. I’m not the guy you want to test.
((Ally doesn't say anything as she keeps staring at him, she brushes her hair to the side and begins to braid it, after a few turns in the braid she laughs again and winks at him, before turning and walking away. As she walks away she begins to whistle the opening bars to singing in the rain.
The notes she whistles continue to echo through the loading area as she disappears into the shadows.))
((The scene cuts backstage to Aurora Graves’ dressing room, where the former #FSociety Tag Team Champion is sitting by herself with her phone in her hand. Despite the smile on her face, the look in her eyes suggests that she’s eager to get on with the show.))
Aurora: Yeah, Puddin’, I wish you were here, too, but if things are going the way I think they are, the next time you step into the ring, they’re not going to know what hit them.
Damon’s Voice: Enough about me, Harley... I can’t wait to see you out there in that ring! You got pretty damn catty this week; I can’t tell you how big a smile that put on my face!
Aurora: Meow, bitch!
((She laughs, a sound which is echoed through the phone.))
Aurora: Well, you know how I get whenever I go more than a few nights without...
Damon’s Voice: Yeah, I know... believe me! Still, I can’t wait to see you again. The place where Jason and I are staying... it’s amazing! Our host kinda gave me a weird look when he saw all the tattoos, but I managed to win him over... eventually.
Aurora: Just like you won me over.
((She pauses, clearing her throat.))
Aurora: Listen... I know I said I’d be leaving as soon as my match was over, but there’s something I need to do, and that will have to wait until after the main event, so Alicia and I will be delayed for a little bit longer than we expected.
Damon’s Voice: It’s been a few days, Harley; a few extra minutes won’t kill us.
Aurora: Yeah, you’re right. Doesn’t make me miss you any less, though it IS making me look forward to my match. The sooner I kick Abagail Vorhees’ ass, the sooner I can get on with my night, and the sooner I can get back on that plane. Anyway, I need to get in some stretches before my match, so I need to get off the phone. Don’t want to, but I kinda need my hands.
Damon’s Voice: Alright, Harley. I’ll see you in a few hours. I love you!
Aurora: I love you, too...
((She hangs up the phone and smiles like a lovesick teenager that had just gotten noticed by her crush. The dreamy look in her eyes lingers for a moment before she clears her throat and starts her pre-match warm-up as the scene cuts away.))
Match Five: Singles Match
Warren Peace versus Gavin Grimes
KV: Here we go! The debut of former NGW Unified Champion, Gavin Grimes!
SG: And the debut of Warren Peace! Don’t be rude!
KV: My bad!
SG: But I do like Gavin. I’d prefer Ashleigh, but he’s cool too.
((The opening beat to "Throne" begins to blare over the PA system and flashing white lights illuminate the arena, going along with the beat of the song and it causes the fans to cheer. Gavin Grimes is now standing at the top of the entrance way, a black hoodie on with the hoodie up on his head, while also wearing a pair of black jeans, black gloves with the fingertips cut off and a pair of white high-top Jordan's. Gavin's has his hands crossed as he looks down at the ground under him, his head nodding up and down to the beat of the music.))
~~Remember the moment you left me alone and
Broke every promise you ever made
I was an ocean, lost in the open
Nothing could take the pain away
So you can throw me to the wolves
Tomorrow I will come back
Leader of the whole pack
Beat me black and blue
Every wound will shape me
Every scar will build my
THRONE~~
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring... Weighing in at 180 pounds and residing in Las Vegas, Nevada... GAVINNN GRIMESSSS!
((As the word throne begins to blare over the PA system, Gavin pulls off the hoodie from his head and begins to walk confidently down the ramp. Once he makes it to the ring, Gavin slides through the ropes. Gavin now takes off his pullover jacket and throws it into the crowd and it now reveals that he was wearing a white tank top under the pullover. Gavin then walks up to the ropes and stands up on the bottom rope while raising up one hand to the crowd as they cheer him on.))
KV: He looks hyped!
SG: Let’s see what Warren can bring to the table! He likes beer! I like beer!
KV: I hope he doesn’t come out here drunk!
SG: I’m sure he won’t!
Jennifer Taylor: And his opponent… weighing in at 235 pounds from Bowling Green, Kentucky… WARREN PEACE!!!
((The big screen reads "No Man!". These words shift, changing into... "Is Like..." The sound of a heartbeat echoes through the arena. Red lights fade in then back out with every beat. But then everything goes quiet and dark. The crowd can be heard murmuring as "War'" by Sick Puppies blares through the speakers. The name "WARREN PEACE" emblazoned in red fire on the big screen. As he makes his way into the middle of the stage, a cold beer in his left hand. He begins to make his way down the ramp, shrugging off the audience as he takes a huge swig of his cold one. As he makes it to the base of the ramp he takes a momentary stop to take in a deep breath through his nose, exhaling out his mouth misting the beer out in front and above him. He stomps his way up the steel steps and walks across the apron, wiping his feet as he steps through the middle rope. Jumping up and landing in the middle of the ring arms out wide. He clutches the beer in his hand, he lets out a scream and smashes the glass bottle into his head shattering it, small pieces of glass falling to the ground, blood begins to run down his face from the point of impact, and evil grin on his face.))
KV: Well... That was… Interesting.
SG: THIS GUY IS CRAZY!!
KV: He just broke a beer bottle over his head!
SG: His face is bleeding before the match even starts!
((The referee calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: And we are under way!
((Warren charges at Gavin and goes for a clothesline but Gavin ducks under it. Warren turns and Gavin nails him with a Pele kick and does it effortlessly.))
KV: Grimes hasn’t lost a step! He proved that in FAW when he beat Ana Valentine a few weeks ago.
SG: Well, he’s also 22 years old... It’s not like he’s an old fart like Dirk Bentley!
KV: Good point… Dirk is kind of old.
SG: Yup.
((Warren stumbles to his feet and goes to throw a punch at Gavin but it’s a very lazy looking one and Gavin dodges it. Warren goes for another punch and once again, it’s dodged. Warren tries to kick Gavin but Gavin catches his foot and then hits a step over spinning kick.))
SG: This is kind of embarrassing right now.
KV: Warren looks totally unprepared.
SG: I guess Grimes called this happened in his promo.
((Peace drops down to his knees and Gavin looks at him with a grin. He lines Warren up before nailing him with a superkick.))
KV: Sac-Town Kick!
SG: Peace is out of it!
KV: I don’t think Gavin is done.
((Gavin grabs Warren by the hair and drags him to the feet. Gavin looks at the camera and begins to yell at it and it can pick up what he’s saying. “I HOPE YOU’RE WATCHING MORROW!”))
KV: He means business.
SG: This Peace guy needs to never step in a ring again.
((Gavin grabs Warren by his head and nails him with a thunderous headlock driver.))
SG: The Crowning!!!
KV: That’s got to be it.
SG: Or is it?
((Gavin begins to climb up the turnbuckle.))
SG: Looks like Grimes wants to show us his entire arsenal.
KV: Might as well!
((Gavin leaps off and nails a phoenix splash and finally goes for the pin.))
KV: King Splash and the pin! This is over!
SG: And the referee starts the count.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Your winner of the match… GAVINNNNN GRIMESSSSS!
((“Throne” by Bring Me The Horizon blares over the PA system as the referee raises Gavin’s hand in victory. Gavin looks down at Warren Peace and sneers at him before shaking his head and rolling out of the ring.))
SG: He does not look like a happy camper.
KV: Can you blame him? He takes this sport seriously and his opponent was nothing more than a drunk. I still can’t believe what he did with that beer bottle. Smashing it over his head and all that!
SG: I know right? Who wastes a beer like that!
((The #FSociety Tag Team Champions Locke and Keyes are backstage in final preparations for their first match as champions. They stop what they are doing as they see the camera and stand together for a moment to talk about their upcoming match.))
Locke: Insurrection was a great night for us.
Keyes: One of the best nights.
Locke: but it will only get better from here.
Keyes: We are so excited to be able to defend these titles tonight.
Locke: Because defending a championship is the true measure of a champion.
Keyes: That’s why we wanted this match so badly.
Locke: It’s nice to see all of the titles getting defended, to be honest.
Keyes: We want to prove that we belong as champs here.
Locke: We want to push ourselves to the limits.
Keyes: So we’re going to go out there tonight and represent ourselves.
Locke: and we are going to continue to fight as hard as we can to show how tough of a division this is and how #FSociety is the place to be if you truly value competition.
Keyes: All comers are welcome. Step up to the plate and let’s see who the best team is.
Locke: And to Rebel Ink…
Keyes: We thank you for giving us such a tough challenge…
Locke: And we anticipate how much harder it will be the next time we meet…
Keyes: Name the time and place and that match is obviously yours.
Locke: No matter how tough that will certainly be, there’s no match we want more.
Keyes: Because we believe in ourselves.
Locke: And we respect these belts.
Keyes: And you deserve your rematch.
Locke: And we deserve the opportunity to leave no shadow of a doubt that 2017 is our year.
Keyes: So let the new year begin.
Locke: Hijo and Judas up first… and then whoever wants to step up next.
Keyes: Let’s do this.
((The two women bump their forearms together and smile as the camera cuts.))
Match Six: Singles Match
Aurora Graves versus Abagail Voorhees
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring… Weighing in at 130 pounds and hailing for Long Beach, California…. She is one half of Rebel Ink… AURORA…. GRAVESSSSS!
((The stage floods with blood red light as the intro to “Rebel Yell” begins to play over the sound system. The music pauses as the lights suddenly go out. As the music kicks back in, a blast of red pyro explodes from the ceiling as Aurora emerges on the stage, standing on the top of the entrance ramp and red spotlights scan the entire arena. As strobe lights flash, she then makes her way down the ramp in time to the music, then climbs up the ring steps onto the apron. She then stands facing the outside of the ring, places one foot on the bottom rope, grabs the top rope and backflips into the ring as the house lights come back on. She moves to her corner of the ring, getting in a few last minute stretches as she waits for the match to begin.))
SG: I’m excited for this match. Abagail had a great debut and Aurora is looking to add to her singles resume.
KV: I anticipate this one being a fun watch. I can’t wait to see Aurora in action on her own. As much as I enjoy her in Rebel Ink, it’s fun seeing her and Damon fight on their own at times.
Jennifer Taylor: His opponent… Hailing from The Other Side of Reality and weighing in at 165 pounds… ABAGAILLLLLL VORRRRHEEEEES!
((“My Leftovers” starts playing as strobe lights flash on the stage and red circles roam over the crowd. The Blackheart walks out, a look of determination on her face. She starts the slow march to the ring and hops up on the apron, don't a slow bend over the middle rope and into the ring. She walks to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and stares at the crowd with a smirk as the build up to the chorus plays.))
~~Oh I don't hold my breath
And I don't hold my tongue
And I know that you know that I don't back down
To no one, to no one~~
SG: I love Abagail! She looks crazy and she’s hot. Right up my alley!
KV: Can you not right now?
SG: What? Who do you think is cuter? Aurora or Abagail?
KV: SHUT UP!
((Abagail jumps down and looks over the crowd, then backs into the corner with a stone cold look on her face, waiting for the bell.))
KV: Here we go! This match is about to be under way!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((The bell rings and they cautiously circle one another, Graves darts low but Abagail cleverly sidesteps, herself going high but Aurora ducks beneath her reach with ease, they lock up Aurora tries to gain the advantage. Abagail is able to take control, and uses a side suplex to take Aurora to the mat.))
SG: Great work by Abagail early!
KV: Agreed. She’s looking to impress against Aurora who has a future shot at the #FSociety Championship.
((They are both back up to their feet. Again both Abagail and Aurora don’t waste any time, jumping right into a collar and elbow tieup. Graves leads the charge with her advantage to take things to the corner, Abagail expertly switches things up but Aurora once again takes control, leading both women to bounce across the ring ropes back and forth tightly locked up, the ref stepping in for a rest.))
KV: These two are matched up perfectly right now.
SG: Right now they are but eventually somebody is going to get the upper hand.
((Things get heated and Abagail presses on Aurora too much for her liking… slapping Graves right in the face, hard. Graves hesitates, but throws a big elbow to the face of Abagail.))
SG: What a slap by Abagail!
KV: Yeah but it set Aurora off!
((Aurora whips Abagail to the ropes and Abagail bounces off before leaping up and nailing a dropkick, sending Aurora down hard to the mat. Abagail then hits a running senton and goes for the cover.))
1…
2...
((Aurora is able to push her off.))
KV: A kickout by Aurora!
SG: Too soon for that!
((Aurora rolls away from Abagail clasping her chest. She waits for Abagail to get up to her feet, Aurora jumps towards Abagail grabbing her head and hits a kneeling jawbreaker sending Abagail snapping back to the mat. Aurora makes a cover.))
1…
2…
KV: Thr... No! KICKOUT!
SG: What a physical match so far between these two! I love it!
KV: Same here!
((Both ladies are slowly getting up to their feet. Abagail manages to use her energy first, and slowly pulls Graves to her feet and puts her in a side headlock. Aurora pushes Abagail to the ring ropes and sends her dashing across the ring in great strides to a crash against the corner, Graves charging for a forearm strike yet Abagail kicks her in the face with both boots, measuring Aurora up for a clothesline yet Graves recovers just enough to snap powerslam Abagail and covers her.))
1…
2...
((Abagail powers out with a shoulder up.))
SG: A kickout by the wonderful Abagail!
KV: You sure are kissing ass.
SG: I wish I actually was!
KV: Please, can you just be decent for a day.
SG: What? My clothes are on!
((Aurora is quick to latch her up at the neck with a leg scissors, however Abagail breaks free and spins Aurora around into a surfboard from behind, holding Graves down momentarily until Graves kicks her heels in the mat and powers out to a vertical base, piggybacking Abagail right into a dramatic crash against the corner. Abagail lets out a scream of pain but continues on, even attempting a sleeper however Graves snaps Abagail forward over her head as Abagail's back hits the mat hard. With Abagail down, Aurora Graves heads up to the top turnbuckle. The fans rise to their feet and cheer loudly.))
KV: High risk time!
SG: This is dangerous but it could be worth it!
((Aurora jumps off and nails a 630 senton before going for the pin.))
1…
2…
KV: Thr… NO! Another kick out!
SG: What a move by Aurora though! Wow!
((Aurora lowers her head a bit deflated, but she rises up to her feet ready to finish it off. She grabs and legs of Abagail to drag her towards the middle of the ring, but Abagail is able to push off of her. Abagail reaches back and grabs the ropes to pull herself up. Once up, Abagail slides behind Graves and pulls her arms back. Abagail then hits Aurora with a Straight Jacket Neckbreaker.))
KV: OH!
SG: That could be it!
((Graves crashes hard to the mat as Abagail leans back and rolls her for a cover.))
1…
2…
SG: No! Aurora has her foot on the ropes!
KV: Unreal!
SG: What a match!
((Abagail cannot believe it, and begins to complain to the ref. She argues that it was a three count before the foot was on the ropes. As she complains, this allows Aurora the chance to regroup and get up to her feet. As Abagail turns, Aurora is charging and she nails Abagail with a kinshasa.))
KV: One Foot in the Grave!!! That’s it!
SG: Abagail did her best but I don’t think it was enough.
((Aurora covers.))
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… AURORA GRAVES!!
((“Rebel Yell” by Dope blares over the PA system as Aurora is up and she gets her hand raises. Abagail gets up to her feet as well, holding onto her jaw and the two women stare each other down.))
KV: This could get ugly!
SG: No way! It’s beautiful because they are!
((Aurora offers her hand for a shake and Abagail stares at it. Abagail nods before shaking Aurora’s hand and then sliding out of the ring.))
KV: Now there is good sportsmanship.
SG: Agreed! Let’s cut backstage!
((The scene cuts backstage and the locker room door opens. Hutch Lanahan appears and slams the door behind him, dumping a bit of water over his head as he takes a drink of the water and then tosses the bottle over his head. The High Roller championship is on his waist as he continues his trek down the long hallway leading to the ring. Before he can get to the entrance, Tim Anderson slows the champion down.))
Tim Anderson: Hutch, Hutch can I get a word before your match?
((Looking confident, Hutch gives a nod. Before Tim can ask the question or before Hutch can say another word, Anastasia Hayden slowly walks into the frame. She glances down at the High Roller championship momentarily before looking back into Hutch’s eyes. Their staredown is brief, but intense before Anastasia breaks the silence.))
Ana: Hutch.
((Her tone is cold as she continues to stare a hole through the champion. Hutch almost gives way with a sigh before he tries to meet the cold gaze.))
Hutch: Ana… Listen… Whatever happens…
((Hutch trails off, unable to say anything else. Ana remains silent for a moment, staying emotionless and thinking over her next words.))
Ana: I don’t care what happens, Hutch… I’m not your friend.
((Ana’s words are blunt and to the point, her glare never breaking.Hutch looks from Ana, finally breaking eye contact over to Tim.))
Hutch: I got nothing for you, mate.
((Looking back at Ana, he nods at her last statement and backs away from her until he is out of frame. Tim turns to try and get a word in with Anastasia, but as he does, she puts her mouth guard into place before making her own exit from the scene.))
Match Seven: No DQ for the High Roller Championship
Anastasia Hayden versus Hutch (Champion)
KV: Our night of title fights continues.
SG: I feel like I’ve seen this match before.
KV: Well, we have. These two fought to a double countout a few weeks back so this match is to settle that score.
SG: Ah, yes.
KV: Hutch Lanahan has defended the High Roller Title from the very start but Anastasia Hayden has been his toughest challenger so far.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a No Disqualification Match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring… weighing in at 128 pounds from Steele, North Dakota… ANASTASIA HAYDENNN!!!
((The distorted and glitched opening of "Dad’s Garage" by Nuclear Moms starts playing. The guitar builds up and once the drums hit, Anastasia Hayden steps out from the curtains, her mouth guard hanging from her mouth. 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.))
KV: Ana earned this title shot by winning a tag match with Amber Richards at Insurrection over the I-10 Connection.
SG: That didn’t work out so well for Amber earlier.
KV: I don’t think Ana cares that much about what happened earlier. She’s very focused on beating Hutch right now and taking a major step in her #FSociety career.
Jennifer Taylor : Making his way to the ring next... from Mevagissey, Cornwall and weighing in at 222 pounds... the #FSOCIETY HIGH ROLLER CHAMPIONNNN... HUTCH LANAHANNNN!!!
((The challenger doesn’t have to wait wrong as “Hero” by Nas hits the PA systems and it takes no time at all for Hutch Lanahan to appear on stage with the High Roller championship around his waist, he pulls it off and continues to power walk down the ramp. Hutch steps into the ring and as soon as he does, he stands the referee the belt and walks to his corner. The referee folds the belt up and shows it to Ana who nods, testing the ropes, as Jennifer gets out of the ring, the referee calls for the opening bell.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
((As soon as the bell sounds, there is no waiting for the either of them. Much like their match started out last time. Ana lunges forward and attempts for another shotgun drop kick but this time Hutch has scouted it and when Ana flies into the air after him, he rolls out of the way and dives, dropping a forearm to Ana’s face and goes for the quick pin.))
1...
((Ana easily gets out as Hutch locks her into a headlock. Ana fights to her feet and leans Hutch against the ropes before shooting him into the opposite side. Hutch runs across and hits the ropes hard, when he comes back through, Ana goes for a leap frog. Hutch ducks between her legs but before she can even come back down, Hutch wraps his arms around her waist for a German suplex from a dead lift, but somehow Ana blocks it with her leg between Hutch’s and then ducks her head, rolling Hutch up in a pinning combination.))
1…
KV: Hutch powers out.
SG: I want these two to keep hitting each other… hard.
KV: They have both done their homework.
((They both roll off in opposite directions after the kickout. Hutch looks to bounce into the ropes but Ana meets him there with a bicycle knee that sends Hutch’s head snapping back. Ana smirks and then goes to shoot off the opposite ropes but as she runs, Hutch follows her and hits an uppercut. Using Ana to hold himself up, he goes to bounce off the ropes just as Ana had done but she follows up and hits another bicycle knee. Ana springboards off the ropes as Hutch is standing in a daze near the ropes. Twisting elegantly in mid air, she sends Hutch flying across the ring with an arm drag. Ana skillfully holds onto the arm and pulls it back, twisting Hutch’s wrist as the referee asks if he wants to give up.))
KV: Just like the previous contest between these two, it’s started out as a dead sprint! Ana has had an answer to every single move so far from Hutch.
SG: I think he wants to tap.
KV: I don’t think it will be that easy.
((As Ana wrenches the arm in a modified arm bar, Hutch tries to maneuver out. The referee continues to ask Hutch if he wants to give up but finally Hutch gets to the ropes. Ana grins wickedly as the referee can count all he wants to but with the no DQ stipulation, she doesn’t have to let go. The referee counts to five but Ana refuses to break the hold. Hutch tries to pull on the bottom rope to pull himself to the outside of the ring.))
KV: Hutch is in the ropes! The referee is trying to break Ana!
SG: And he can’t do a damn thing about it! This is a no disqualification match! That’s knowing the rules of the match. I love it.
KV: Hutch is going to need to fight to get out of this.
((Hutch screams in pain as Ana continues to wrench his arm but eventually Hutch squirts underneath the ropes and gets his feet on the ground and his able to pull away from Ana. He stumbles into the barricade holding his right arm and shoulder, he shakes them trying to get feeling back into it. Hutch punches himself in the shoulder but before he can get back to a vertical base, Ana leaps onto the outside. Hutch tries to fight her off but Ana grabs the right arm and drapes it through the barricade and then begins kicking Hutch’s shoulder repeatedly, Hutch tries to untangle his arm but Ana continues to kick away until Hutch drops down to his stomach. Rolling in agony as Ana still targets his shoulder with a few stomps.))
KV: Ana is absolutely relentless on that shoulder, the right arm of Hutch. It’s like she is trying to detach it.
SG: Ana Hayden is SMART. Nobody has kicked out of that Lanahan Lariat, Hutch can’t throw that lariat if his arm is broken.
((Ana shoves the referee away as he tries to get Ana to get the match back in the ring. Ana begins peeling the mat around the ring back to reveal the concrete floor. The crowd on it’s feet as Hutch tries to get up to a vertical base, still holding his shoulder in pain. Before Hutch can turn around, Ana hooks him for a dragon suplex. Hutch blocks it and reverses, using a standing switch, hooking Ana for a German suplex. He turns to try and line her up with the exposed concrete but Ana elbows Hutch away. As Hutch stumbles, Ana hooks both of Hutch’s arms and spins, hitting a wicked tiger suplex onto the concrete, folding Hutch up. The crowd giving a sickening groan.))
KV: OH MY GOD!
SG: He’s dead. Forget it.
((The referee checks on Hutch but he isn’t moving. Ana drags Hutch towards the apron and gets him to his feet and then rolls him into the ring, giving Hutch a little time to recuperate. Ana crawls into the ring and with her head and arms rolls Hutch over to his back and hooks the leg.))
KV: That has to be it.
1...
2...
KV: No! A kickout. The champ isn’t done yet.
((Hutch gets his good shoulder up. Ana looks frustrated as she grabs Hutch by the hair and forearms him a couple of times in the head. Hutch rolls over as Ana rolls out of the ring. She flips up the skirt of the ring.))
KV: What’s she looking for here?
SG: It’s legal! Remember…
KV: Yeah, yeah. I know… No DQ!
SG: Just making sure. Women can be a little… forgetful.
KV: Whatever Ana hits Hutch with I’m using on you if you’re not careful.
((Ana slides a few folding chairs from underneath the ring and then drags out a table out. The crowd gives a huge pop for this. As Ana begins to set the table up, Hutch bounds off the ropes. Ana has her eye off the ball for a split second which allows Hutch to fly through the ropes and hit Ana with a tope suicida. As Ana goes stumbling into the barricade. Hutch runs, slides back into the ring and dives through the ropes with with another tope and then motions for the crowd to get behind him. He grabs Ana and throws her back into the ring. Hutch climbs up the turnbuckle and gets onto the middle rope, when Ana stumbles and turns back around, he leaps off with a diving lariat with his right arm. He connects, Ana goes toppling over but Hutch is unable to cover because he’s rolling around in pain.))
KV: Hutch nailed Ana from the middle rope but he can’t capitalize because of that damaged arm!
SG: What a damn idiot.
KV: Rude!
SG: Why are we still pretending this dude is a nice guy? He’s a fraud!
((Both participants are slow to get up. Hutch uses the ropes with his good arm as Ana tries to shake the cobwebs loose. They meet in the middle of the ring. Hutch throws a forearm with his left arm, and Ana returns the favor. A wave of cheers and boos go both ways with the two as Hutch responds with another forearm, Ana matches, and they continue to trade forearms back and forth before Ana gets the upper hand. Hutch grits his teeth and uses his right arm to fight back. This staggers Ana against the ropes. Hutch turns to hit the opposite side and just as the match started, Ana meets him this time with a hellacious Magnolia Knee!))
KV: The Magnolia Knee!
SG: That’s it!
((Ana tosses Hutch’s limp body on the ground and dives for a cover.))
1...
2...
KV: Thr… No!
SG: Come on!
KV: Hutch survives again!
SG: Is this idiot really willing to die for this title?
KV: I think maybe yes given some of the shots he’s taken here.
((Hutch gets another shoulder up. Ana can’t believe it as she holds up three fingers to the referee but he shakes his head that it was only two. Hutch sits up on his bottom, but when he does Ana sends a swift kick into his chest which thuds around the arena. Hutch stares up at her and motions for her to hit him with another. Ana shows her teeth and thuds Hutch with another. He motions for another, then another as he gets up to his knees. Ana looks a bit perplexed.))
KV: Is Hutch crazy?! He’s asking for punishment here!
SG: I think that Tiger Suplex jarred what little bit of sense he had left away. This is just idiocy.
((After taking five kicks, Hutch gets up to one knee and Ana goes for the buzzsaw kick right to the back of the head but Hutch dodges. As Ana spins around, Hutch quickly knees Ana in the stomach and then lifts her up and nails her with a small package driver. He keeps the legs hooked.))
1...
2...
KV: Thr… Kickout! Ana shows her defiance to ending this one as well.
SG: That was too close.
KV: Both of these fighters aren’t giving in.
((Ana barely gets a shoulder up as Hutch rolls away on his stomach and Ana lies on her back, the crowd roaring for either competitor to get up.))
KV: How much more do either of these two got?
SG: Come on Ana! Beat this idiot!
((When Ana and Hutch both get to their feet, Hutch spins, trying to hit a rolling elbow but Ana blocks it and and hits another magnolia knee, this time right into Hutch’s bad shoulder. He staggers into the ropes, and when he tries to rebound back, Ana hits him with a superkick that sounds like a gunshot. Hutch falls between the ropes and back to the outside. Ana dives out the opposite side and stalks Hutch, when he gets to his feet, Ana grabs his arm and whips Hutch into the ring post shoulder first. Hutch yells out once again, but this time Ana goes and gets a chair that she tossed out earlier.))
KV: No! She could end his career here!
SG: DO IT!
((With Hutch already lined up perfectly with his shoulder against the railing, Ana goes for the death blow but the referee steps in to try and stop her from doing so for the safety of Hutch. Ana gets him out of the way but the brief interaction is enough for Hutch to get out of the way and Ana swings, stoning her hands on the ring post with the chair. She drops it quickly, and as she steps back, Hutch leaps into the air and nails her with a shotgun drop kick which sends her flying back into the corner of the barricade. Ana is dazed.))
KV: Hutch did just enough to get out of the way, and he better be glad he did. His shoulder is already mangled!
SG: That damn referee! He needs to be fired! He can’t throw himself into a match like that!
((Hutch pulls Ana back into the middle of the floor on the outside and then looks to the table she drug out and tried to set up earlier. Looking from the ring back to Ana, he grabs the table much to the delight of the crowd and puts it right on top of Ana who lies on the ground, without setting it up.))
KV: What is Hutch doing?
SG: The referee needs to step in here like he did when Ana was trying to end Hutch! This is unfair treatment!
((The referee does try and stop Hutch as he climbs to the apron. Looking around to the crowd, Hutch dives off the apron with a double stomp right on top of the table which Ana is underneath. the crowd groans as the table breaks with the weight and Hutch goes rolls onto the floor as Ana barely moved underneath the splinters.))
KV: MOTHER OF GOD!
SG: I have to go check on Ana!
KV: Sit down!
((When Hutch gathers himself, he picks Ana up through the splinters and rolls her limp body into the ring. Hutch crawls desperately towards Ana and then covers her, hooking both legs.))
KV: I think this is it.
1...
2…
KV: Thr… No!
SG: Yes!
((Ana gets a shoulder up at the very last possible second. Hutch puts both hands atop his head and stares at the referee who use holds up two fingers. In this moment, Ana hooks both of Hutch’s arms and rolls him backwards into a pinning combination out of nowhere.))
1...
2...
((Hutch rolls backwards to get out, but it looks as if the referee’s hand went down for three.))
KV: Almost! She almost caught him.
((When Hutch gets to his feet, Ana is as well. Hutch bounces off the ropes and spins for a Lanahan’s Lariat, but it’s well scouted. Ana blocks it by crossing her arms and Hutch stumbles away holding his arm. When he turns his back, Ana races up and bounces Hutch from behind against the ropes and rolls backwards with them and then uses the momentum to go for Sheer, but as Ana tries to lift Hutch, Hutch spins and reverses with a sunset flip pin!))
1...
2...
KV: Thr… No! Another big kickout! This one isn’t over yet.
((Ana rolls out and then reverses, flipping her weight so she is on Hutch’s chest and pulling his legs downwards!))
KV: Another brilliant counter.
1...
2...
KV: Another kickout for Hutch!
((Hutch rolls out but Ana latches on another arm bar, this time synching back. Hutch’s arm is already nearly torn from it’s socket. The crowd is screaming.))
KV: I don’t know how Hutch is holding on, I don’t know how Ana kicked out. This is insane!
SG: TAP TAP TAP TAP!
((Hutch raises his hand to tap but stops himself, then again, kicking his legs, trying to escape. Ana has the armbar locked in, screaming to herself to try and get Hutch to tap out. Hutch raises his hand a third time and almost hits the mat but then shifts his momentum to grip his wrist and then gets back to his knees, then to his feet but Ana is desperately holding onto his arm, still trying to get him to tap out. Hutch musters all his strength and lifts Ana up and slams her into the turnbuckle once, Ana won’t let go. Twice, Ana loosens her grip, three times she finally lets go. Hutch collapses on the mat holding his shoulder as Ana slumps in the corner.))
KV: These two continue to pull something out deep within them. Whoever walks away with this title will have earned every bit of it.
SG: Hutch is the luckiest man alive…
((Even though Ana was on the receiving end of the slam into the turnbuckle, somehow she pulls to her feel first. Wincing in pain she motions for Hutch to sit up who is on his stomach holding his shoulder with his forehead into the mat. Ana motions for Hutch to sit up and when Hutch finally does turn around, Ana dives for a sliding forearm smash, which she calls the Human Target Practice. Hutch leans back and dodges. Rolling up to his feet, when they both do, Hutch goes to spin with his good arm but Ana blocks another lariat, but with the block Hutch spins the other way and catches Ana with his bad arm with a huge lariat! Ana goes down but it doesn’t look like Hutch got all of it.))
KV: Lanahan’s Lariat! Hutch has ended every single match with that move!
SG: I don’t know how much he got of it with that bad arm!
((Hutch, holding his bad arm tries to drag himself over to make a pin. He drapes a arm over Ana because that’s all he can get.))
1...
2…
KV: Reversal!
((Ana doesn’t kick out but instead reverses the pin fall back into an armbar, but Hutch manages to fight away. As Hutch rolls backwards, Ana dives after him and takes Hutch’s head off with a Human Target Practice! Hutch rolls all the way back with his legs over his head and Ana dives onto him with the pin, desperately pushing her feet into the mat.))
KV: She got him.
SG: Yes!
KV: Ana is going for the pin.
1...
2...
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… and the NEW #FSociety High Roller Champion… ANA HAYDENNN!!!
((Ana rolls off as the bell sounds and the crowd erupts as Hutch rolls out of the ring to the apron and doesn’t seem to be moving. The referee gets the High Roller title and drops it into Ana’s lap. With a ferocious look towards the camera, Ana stands up to get her hand raised as Hutch now leans on the apron with his head in his hands as he had failed.))
KV: What an amazing match, we are barely into 2017 and we have a Match of the Year candidate.
SG: YES! YES! YES! This piece of sh—
KV: Hey!
SG: This piece of trash, Hutch Lanahan finally lost the title! I can’t believe it! What a 2017 this will be!
((Ana stands on the middle rope, holding up the High Roller championship and points to herself as the scene switches.))[/color]
((The scene cuts backstage to Gavin Grimes and Ashleigh Grimes walking out towards their car when the newest #FSociety interviewer, Cass Baumer, catches up to her two old NGW friends.))
Cass Baumer: Gavin, Ash!! Where are you two going? The night isn’t even over.
((Gavin looks back at Cass with a worried look on his face.))
Gavin Grimes: I gotta get back to Vegas, Cass. It’s important.
Cass Baumer: Does this have to do with Ally Morrow threatening your sister on Twitter the other day and then giving you the rag doll in a box tonight?
((Gavin scoffs as he steps up towards Cass, clearly upset.))
Gavin Grimes: What the fuck do you think? Of course. Do the math, Cass. It’s not rocket science… You know what my sister and I went through growing up… I… I will not stand idly by as she’s threatened. I have to go home.
((Gavin walks away, clearly shaken to his core as Ashleigh steps up to Cass.))
((Gavin walks away, clearly shaken to his core as Ashleigh steps up and stares a hole through Cass.))
Cass Baumer: Hey Ash, I was just...
((Ashleigh slowly shakes her head from side to side as Cass stops mid sentence.))
Cass Baumer: So bad time then?
((Ash rolls her eyes, turns and walks away as Cass call after her.))
Cass Baumer: Okay, I'll text you later then!
((As Cass looks befuddled and frustrated the scene fades out.))
Match Eight: Tag Team Championships
Dean Judas/El Hijo versus Locke & Keyes (Champions)
KV: Our night of title matches continues here.
SG: This one could be explosive.
KV: Locke and Keyes look to defend their titles for the first time after pulling off the huge upset over Rebel Ink at Insurrection.
SG: But let’s talk about the issues between El Hijo del Senor Ass and Dean Judas.
KV: They fought at Insurrection as well and that match ended in violent fashion.
SG: Yeah, I guess you shouldn’t insult someone’s dead mom.
KV: That’s probably a good life lesson.
SG: So can those two really team up?
KV: I don’t know. We will have to see.
Jennifer Taylor: This match is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring... from Cimarron New Mexico, weighing in at 180lbs… El Hijo del Senor Ass!!!
((A familiar beat begins to blare over the PA system, consisting of the unlikely combination of an 808 drum and a violin. A whisper is then heard in the background: “hay hay…hay hay…” and is then immediately followed by the voice of Juvenile.))
~~Cash Money takin’ ova fo’ the ’99-2000!~~
((With this kick-in for “Back That Azz Up,” none other than El Hijo del Senor Ass strolls out from behind the curtain, immediately turning his back to the ring and doing his trademark shimmy and shake to accentuate his namesake covered by a pair of neon orange trunks with red lips adorning the backside. As he makes his way down to the ringside area, Juan Ass, Jr. invites members of the audience to give a pinch or a poke to his rump – some accept with glee, some cower away in fear at its awesome power, or some give the proper wrestling greeting by bumping their own rear against his. Eventually making his way up into the ring, the Son of Mr. Ass does a quick vault over the top rope, then immediately ventures over to the referee and offers up a thorough checking for any foreign objects in the back of his tights – to which the referee insists that he does not need to search there. The hip hop favorite by Juvenile slowly fades into the background, and El Hijo del Senor Ass plays more to the crowd prior to the bell.))
SG: This guy always puts on a show.
KV: He is a character, for sure.
SG: I don’t think we will see the same type of display from Dean Judas?
KV: I don’t think so.
SG: of course not. How dare you ask such a question. Dean Judas is a serious athlete.
KV: What? You asked the question. I’m not talking to you.
Jennifer Taylor: And his partner… from Los Angeles California, weighing in at 225lbs...DEAN JUDAS!!!
((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 comes face to face with El Hijo and the two rivals stare each other down for a moment before separating and waiting for their opponents.))
KV: It looks like El Hijo did his best to calm things down there.
SG: Dean Judas is a smart man. He will keep this under control.
KV: This is a really interesting team here if they can keep it together.
SG: I think we might already have new Tag Team Champions.
KV: I think these next two might have something to say about that.
Jennifer Taylor: And their opponents... at a combined weight of 254 pounds and from London, Ohio... the #FSociety Tag Team Champions… they are LOCKE AND KEYES!!!
((“Iodine” by Icon for Hire hits over the PA system. Sarah Keyes comes spinning out from the back, proudly holding up her #FSociety Tag Team Title. She knees down at the center of the stage as her partner Daisy Locke comes out and stands over her. Daisy leans over, draping her arms over her partner and whispers something into her ear. They both then stand up and play to the crowd as they head down to the ring. They slide into the ring together, with Keyes spinning around a little with her arms still out. Keyes pops her head through the ropes with her arms out and Locke comes up from behind her and stands over her with her arms in the air. They head to the opposite side of the ring and repeat this process for the other side of the crowd. They take a moment staring at their belts and then hand them over to the referee. The two ladies stand together and whisper back and forth as they wait for the match to start.))
KV: It was a really impressive match against Rebel Ink that saw these two young ladies become the new champs.
SG: Who saw that coming?
KV: Locke and Keyes did, and I think that was all they needed.
SG: I don’t think they can do it again.
KV: Keep doubting them and see how that works out for you.
((Daisy stays in the ring and stands across from Dean Judas who remains unmoved from his original position in the ring. El Hijo tries to plan with him but Judas doesn’t acknowledge him. Hijo finally steps out of the ring and the referee calls for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Locke carefully spins around the ring and then comes forward for a lockup with Judas. He overpowers her back into one of the free corners. They remain in a neutral position in the corner until the referee steps in to try and break it up. Judas lets go but then slashes her across the face with an elbow. The referee warns him but is forced to step back when Locke starts firing back out of the corner with elbow shots of her own. She rocks Judas back with the shots, but in the middle of the ring he pushes her back into the ropes. Locke bounces back and Judas hits her with a flying leg lariat. Locke tries to get up to her hands and knees but Judas flattens her back down with a knee drop to the back. He pulls her up and knocks her back into the corner with some knife edge chops. Daisy once again returns fire with some chops of her own.))
KV: Everytime Judas hits her with something, Locke fires right back at him with the same thing.
SG: She’s tough, but it will catch up to her for sure.
KV: You have to love a good slugfest.
((Daisy hooks Judas around the head and reverses their positions. She then leaps up and looks to pull Judas over for a monkey flip. Judas catches her, takes a few steps forward, and then drops her down face first onto the top turnbuckle.))
KV: Ouch.
SG: That’s the way to do it.
KV: Judas is back in control here.
((Judas drops down on Locke and goes for a lazy side press cover.))
KV: I don’t think that’s enough.
1…
2…
((Locke powers out but Judas pulls her right back up by the hair.))
KV: Is Judas taking these girls a little too lightly?
SG: Look, he just dropped her on her face and now he’s about to do it again. The man knows what he is doing.
KV: These are not the two people to underestimate. They proved that at Insurrection.
((Judas has Locke in a side headlock and brings her up to her feet. She pushes him off and sends him into the ropes. Judas comes back and hits Locke with a shoulder tackle. She stays on her feet but gets whipped around. However, Locke comes back with a big boot to Judas’ face. He stays on his feet as well and falls back into the ropes. Judas bounces back at her and looks for a clothesline. Locke ducks under it and takes his back with a hammerlock. She does a spinning transition and looks for a hammerlock belly to belly suplex but Judas headbutts her and breaks free. Locke takes a few steps back but then comes back with a spinning back heel kick that knocks him down. She stays on her feet and manages to make it to her corner to tag her partner Sarah Keyes in. Keyes leaps over the top rope, springboards off the middle rope to the top turnbuckle, and then takes Judas down with a triple jump moonsault. She stays on top of him and hooks him by both legs for a cover.))
KV: What a beautiful move.
1…
2…
KV: No, Judas with a kickout!
SG: I don’t know where she pulled that out from but she’ll need a few more big moves like that to take a man the caliber of Dean Judas out for good.
((Judas gets up after the kickout and charges forward, spearing Keyes back into his corner. El Hijo el Senor Ass tags himself in off Judas’ back and the two men exchange glances as they switch out. Hijo keeps Keyes in the corner and motions like he’s going for a big windup punch but instead stops and pokes her in the eye. He connects with a few stomps to her midsection in the corner and then pulls her out by the arm. He tries to flip her up into position for a powerbomb, but Keyes tries to counter with a hurricanrana. El Hijo blocks the attempt, lifts her back up in a powerbomb position, and heads towards the ropes. She counters again and sends El Hijo del Senor Ass over the top rope with a hurricanrana. He holds onto the ropes on his way out and pulls himself back up, catching Keyes around the head and sending her over the top rope with a head scissors takedown. He lines himself up on the apron as Keyes starts to stand on the outside. He springboards off the middle rope and then connects with a reverse ‘no look’ tope down onto Keyes on the outside that leaves them both on the ground.))
SG: That was great!
KV: He calls that The Asinine Plunge.
SG: Now he just needs to get her in the ring and pin her.
KV: And it looks like Dean Judas is going to step in and help in that goal.
((Judas drops down to the floor and pulls Keyes up and throws her back into the ring. He then pulls El Hijo up in an equally rough manner and tosses him back into the ring as well.))
KV: There might have been a better way to have done that.
SG: But El Hijo is going for the pin.
1…
2…
((Keyes gets her shoulder up in time. El Hijo flattens her right back down with a legdrop. El Hijo pulls Keyes up and connects with a punch that backs her into the ropes. He takes his time and hits her with a well placed forearm shot to the midsection. He looks to send her across the ring with an Irish whip but she counters it and sends him into the ropes instead. El Hijo comes flying back and looks for a jumping hip attack but she drops to the mat and ducks under it. Keyes leaps back up to her feet and sends El Hijo back into his corner with a dropkick. Dean Judas tags in and catches her with a forearm shot to the back of the head before Keyes can get up and get to her partner for the tag.))
SG: That’s how you control the ring. Keep one of them in there and don’t let her get out.
KV: Judas just leveled Sarah Keyes.
((Judas pulls Keyes up and tosses her over with a snap suplex. He drags her up by the hair again and tosses her back into the ropes. He drills her with a couple of kicks and then sends her across the ring with an Irish whip. She springboards off the middle rope and looks for a crossbody takedown but Judas ducks beneath it. He then jumps onto the ropes himself and takes her down with a springboard dropkick. Judas looks over to his corner and tags El Hijo del Senor Ass in. There’s another moment of the two men staring each other down before El Hijo quickly shoots through the ropes. El Hijo jumps up onto the middle rope and waits for Keyes to stand up. He leaps off and knocks her down with a single axehandle smash. He pulls her up by the head, hits the ropes, and takes her down with a springboard bulldog. He pushes her over and goes for a cover.))
1…
.2…
KV: Keyes kicks out!
((El Hijo gets up and looks over to his partner. Judas sticks out his hand so El Hijo obliges and heads over to tag his partner in. Dean Judas jumps back into the ring and stalks behind Keyes as she tries to pull herself up. Judas stands in between Keyes and her corner so that she can’t get over to.Daisy Locke for the tag.))
KV: That’s a couple of good consecutive tags from Judas and El Hijo and they are keeping Sarah Keyes in the line of fire.
SG: New champs!
KV: Let’s see what Dean Judas can do here.
((Judas backs Keyes towards one of the free corners with some kicks. He then smashes her face first into the top turnbuckle. He lifts her up into a seated position on the top rope. He tries to set her up for a backdrop suplex off the top rope but she counters and rolls him up from behind. Judas rolls out of the rollup and get up to his knees but Keyes rolls to her feet and drills him with a superkick to the jaw. He stays on his knees and Keyes plants him with a modified Ace Crusher. Keyes pushes herself up and jumps forward to make the tag to her partner.))
KV: Here comes Locke!
((Locke helps her partner up and they line up together as Judas gets to his feet. They send him back into the ropes with stereo dropkicks. He bounces back towards them and they send him over with a double team back body drop. Keyes whips Locke into the ropes and sends her into the air with another back body drop and Locke comes crashing down onto Judas with a senton splash. She flips over and goes for a cover.))
1…
2…
((Judas kicks out as Keyes steps out of the ring. Daisy grabs Judas by the arm and holds it behind his back and then powerslams him down on top of it. She then pulls him up and knocks him back into the corner with some European uppercuts. She backs away and charges in for a running knee into the corner but Judas moves out of the way. Locke crashes into the corner and Judas drops her with an enzuigiri to the back of the head. She falls to her knees. Judas takes a few steps back and El Hijo del Senor Ass tags himself in. Judas doesn’t look pleased as they switch out.))
KV: Both of these guys want to be the one in the ring to get this victory.
SG: I love a little competition.
KV: As long as they can keep it together. You know that Locke and Keyes don’t share the same type of one-upmanships.
((El Hijo pushes Locke into the corner and keeps her in place with a kick to the body. He heads to the opposite corner and then charges in for a running hip attack. Locke moves out of the way and El Hijo slams back first into the turnbuckles. She rushes across the ring and then comes back, connecting this time with her flying knee into the corner. She pulls El Hijo out of the corner and towards her own corner. She tags Keyes back in and then turns El Hijo over into position for an inverted hammerlock DDT. Before Keyes can leap off the top rope, El Hijo spins out of the hold he is in and pushes Locke into the corner. It causes Keyes to drop down into a seated position on the top rope. He then throws Locke out of the ring. He heads up to the top after Keyes and then launches her across the ring with a super high arm toss.))
KV: Look at the air she got!
SG: He threw her across the ring!
KV: El Hijo is headed up to the top rope in his corner.
((El Hijo climbs to the top rope but Dean Judas tags himself in off El Hijo’s leg. El Hijo stands on the top turnbuckle and shouts down towards his partner.))
SG: This doesn’t look good.
KV: Things might be falling apart here.
((Judas suddenly swipes at El Hijo’s ankle and causes him to fall off the top rope, causing him to drop down to the apron back first and then to the ground on the back of his head.))
KV: That was uncalled for.
SG: That wasn’t good.
KV: Dean Judas just decimated El Hijo del Senor Ass.
((Judas turns around and gets clipped with a kick to the head from Sarah Keyes. She then kicks him in the stomach and drops him with a sitout facebuster. She heads over to her corner and tags in her partner. Locke pulls Judas up and spins him around for a hammerlock inverted DDT while Keyes heads to the top rope again. Locke drops Judas down while Keyes crushes him with a flying double stomp to the chest. Keyes then jumps over the top rope and takes out El Hijo on the outside. Locke stays down on top of Judas, hooks both of his legs, and goes for the cover.))
KV: A Study in Scarlet! That’s it.
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here are your winners… and Still #FSociety Tag Team Champions… LOCKE AND KEYESSS!!!
((Sarah Keyes slides back into the ring to join her partner. “Iodine” hits and the referee brings Locke and Keyes their Tag Team Titles. The two women hug each other and hold up their titles to celebrate.))
KV: Locke and Keyes persevered and their teamwork is what made the difference.
SG: Dean Judas took out El Hijo del Senor Ass and that was what cost them.
KV: I don’t think the hard feelings between those two is anywhere near over.
SG: Not at all.
KV: But the story here is that Locke and Keyes have defended their belts and are still the champs.
((The scene cuts backstage to Dani Cabello sitting behind a desk, trying to look as professional as possible. She clears her throat before she begins to speak.))
Daniela Cabello: Once again it’s me, Daniela Cabello, your interim GM. Many have questions about why I slapped Liam Callaghan tonight but I currently have no comment at this time.
((She rolls her eyes.))
Daniela Cabello: But I do have a few announcements! We’ve done some polling for #FSociety Awards to be handed out to those deserving for their efforts in 2016! We had some landslides, some close ones but what matters most is that I was awarded for being #FSociety’s Star of the Year!!
((She smiles brightly.))
Daniela Cabello: There will be a special show for the awards later. But for now… Let’s get to myh last announcement. The match between Tyson Gregory and Dirk Bentley needs to be spiced up because I like spicy things. So… Let’s make it a submissions match! YEAH! Let’s do that!
((She nods confidently before curling her nose at the camera.))
Daniela Cabello: What? You’re still here? Get out of here! I’m done!
((The scene cuts back to ringside.))
Match Nine: Singles Match
Seth Lawless versus Adrien Cochrane
KV: Seth Lawless and Adrien Cochrane time!
SG: Let’s go Seth!
KV: These two will be looking to regain the momentum they lost from losing their championships at Insurrection!
SG: Seth is going to dominate this action.
Jennifer Taylor: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 210 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan… He is “The Problem Solver”... SETH LAWLESSSSS!
((“This is the Time” by Nothing More blares over the PA system. The lights go off and when the opening guitar riff plays a man blasts through the curtains. It is Seth Lawless. He steps out and he looks at the fans. He shakes his head at the top of the ramp and then heads down the ramp towards the ring. He looks out at the crowd one last time and looks dismissively at them before sliding into the ring.))
SG: Seth Lawless! A sight for sore eyes! Love this guy!
KV: He’s going to have his hands full with Adrien tonight.
SG: Ugh… Screw that guy!
KV: These two both have something to prove tonight. It’ll be interesting to see who comes out on top.
Jennifer Taylor: And finally… coming to the ring, weighing in at 190 pounds and hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana… 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.))
KV: Adrien looks focused and ready for this one!
SG: You always say that!
KV: It’s because it’s always true! You know that Adrien is always prepared!!
SG: Yeah, yeah… Whatever!
((The referee signals for the bell.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
KV: Here we go!!
((The bell rings and Adrien offers a handshake to Seth, but Seth smacks it away and delivers a hard kick to the gut, followed by a quick snap suplex. Lawless floats over for the quick pin.))
1…
2…
KV: Adrien kicks! Not even close!
SG: He needs to give it up! He lost his belt and that homeless woman he was dating in the same week! Poor guy!
KV: Becky was not homeless!
SG: Please! She was a gold digger!
((Adrien is right back up, but gets caught by a quick belly to belly and Seth goes for another cover.))
1…
2…
SG: Thr… NO! DAMN! Come on Seth!
KV: Still too early to take down the former #FSociety Champion.
((Adrien again kicks out with ease, and is up again, but Seth goes behind and catches him with a belly to back suplex, bridging right into a pin.))
1…
2…
KV: Another kickout! Lawless is trying to end this one early but hasn’t been successful.
SG: He needs to just hit Adrien with a bigger move… One that will end his career and who knows, maybe his life!
KV: SAMUEL!
SG: What? New Year, New Me!
KV: You’re still being an ass!
SG: Yeah, I’m even worse this year… You’re going to love it!
((Seth goes for another belly to belly, but it's blocked by Adrien. Adrien shoves him off and delivers a few stiff kicks to the leg, then hits a spinning sole kick to the midsection, followed by a basement dropkick right to the knee. Seth stumbles back.))
KV: Adrien is taking over!
SG: I hate it when this happens.
KV: What? When Adrien gains momentum?
SG: YES!
((Adrien goes for a superkick on the dazed Lawless but Seth ducks under it. Seth charges Adrien from behind but Adrien leaps up in the air and catches Seth’s head from behind, nailing him with a quick Adrien Cutter!))
KV: WOAH! ADRIEN CUTTER!
SG: UGH!
KV: Come on Samuel, say it!
SG: No!
KV: YES!
SG: … From outta nowhere…
((Adrien goes for the pin.))
1…
2…
3!!!
DING! DING! DING! !!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… ADRIEN COCHRANEEEEE!
(("Last One Standing" blares over the PA System as the referee raises Adrien’s hand in victory.))
SG: 2017 blows!
KV: You just hate seeing Adrien win!
SG: And seeing Seth lose hurts my soul! I need a minute… Let me go watch Trump videos to feel better!
KV: Adrien Cochrane just took an important step forward as he looks to start back towards that #FSociety Championship again.
((The scene cuts to a dark gym as Robb Hardy walks solemnly through a door. The gym has several wrestling rings and a plethora of workout equipment inside of it that Robb is maneuvering by easily in the dark; showing that he knows the gym like the back of his hand. He stops and waits with an angry look on his face.))
Robb Hardy: Come on. I know you’re here.
((Out of the shadows, Bully McCarron and Orleans come forward and stand across from Hardy. Following the two bodyguards, a man in a clown mask steps out and stands safely behind them.))
Robb Hardy: Still going to wear that? Like I don’t know that it's you. I mean… we’re here.
((The clown lets out a laugh and takes off the mask, revealing himself to be… Chris Night.))
Chris Night: I guess the charade is over.
Robb Hardy: I’ll give you credit. I didn’t know it was you until two things. One, you threw a superkick. I’ve seen enough of your kicks here.
((He then points to Bully.))
Robb Hardy: But when I saw his ugly ass under one of those masks, I thought back to you telling me to scout that garbage show down in Texas. You were smart and only said to watch the show for anything worth signing. And those two were it. Everything else was a hot mess. I signed them for you and I never realized that was exactly what you wanted.
Chris Night: Honestly… I was kind of hoping for an Adam Law moment here. You couldn’t give me a little “I always knew it was you”?
Robb Hardy: I didn’t know it was you until the Cage. But now the only question is why?
Chris Night: Maybe some other time. Here’s the real question. Did you see this coming?
((All of a sudden Robb gets blasted from behind. A fourth man, also wearing a clown mask, stands over him and then drops him with a kick to the back. The man in the clown mask steps forward and shakes hands with Night. The group of Night, the Clown, and the I-10 Connection walk off together back into the shadows as Robb Hardy tries to pull himself up.))
Match Ten: #FSociety Championship
Dirk Bentley versus Tyson Gregory (Champion)
KV: Main event time! Dirk will be fighting Tyson Gregory for the #FSociety Championship in a Submission Match!
SG: This should be interesting! I like both of these guys! But I like Tyson more! Who doesn’t love Tyson?
KV: I’m sure a lot of people.
SG: What? That’s a lie!
Jennifer Taylor: Ladies and Gentleman in this corner weighing in at 225 lbs , residing in Nashville, Tennessee. ... DIRKKKKK BENTLEYYYYY!!!
((Dirk walks out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his traditional white wife beater, blue jeans, cowboy boots and black Stetson Cowboy hat as the lyrics “Now your messing with a Son Of A Bitch” blare from the PA System. Grinning and soaking in the hate. As he flips the fans off and makes his way to the ring.))
SG: I missed Dirk! Glad he got that loser Chris Cane out of town!
KV: I think we’re all glad for that… It’s like Cane said… Sorry about your da-...
SG: GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT, KHRISTINA!
KV: Oh.. Right! My bad!
SG: It’s okay, I’ve got your back!
Jennifer Taylor: And his opponent… weighing in at 221 pounds… He is the pride of London, England and he is your REIGNING and DEFENDING #FSOCIETY CHAMPIONNNNN… TYSONNNNNN GREGORYYYY!!!!
((The lights in the arena fade out as the big screen comes alive. Two taped fists appear on opposite sides of the screen, one glowing red with fire around it, the other a pulsating blue with an electrical current running over it. The two fists then crash into each other with an explosion revealing the name Tyson Gregory in their aftermath. "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, sleeveless zip up hoodie and the #FSociety Championship strapped to his waist. Tyson flips his head up and the hood drops off his head as he makes his way down the ramp completely ignoring the fans. Once at the ring he pulls himself up on the apron where he leaps over the top rope and into the ring. He paces for a moment before settling in his corner where he takes off the hoodie and waits for the match to begin.))
SG: THE CHAMP IS HERE!
KV: Simmer down!
SG: I’m so excited to see Tyson destroy Dirk in this submissions match!
KV: Tyson has beaten Dirk before, so they have familiarity.
SG: I think Dirk is okay but he’s nothing compared to Tyson!
DING! DING! DING!!!
((Tyson and Dirk square off in the ring, Bentley goes to make a grab for Tyson who easily sidesteps the reach and waggles his finger at Dirk, mouthing ‘no no no’ before he laughs slightly and simply clips Dirk around the back of the head like you would to punish a puppy. Bentley appears immediately offended but as he steps out with his left leg to lunge once more,Gregory steps around his and kicks the back of Dirk’s knee, sending him to it easily and following up with a shove of his boot against Dirk’s back, forcing him down into the mat with a stomp into Bentley’s spine.))
SG: And just like that, the champ has control of this submissions match.
KV: I kind of like Dani Cabello in charge! So many surprises!
SG: It is fun and she’s hot so…
KV: Always gotta go there!
((As Dirk pushes up from the mat, Tyson literally walks on Dirk to get to the other side of him, turning to target the left knee again with a jumping stomp that causes his foot to reverberate against the back of Bentley’s knee. Following it up with a twist from the toe of his boot into the back of the knee joint that causes Dirk to yell out in pain. Tyson holds his hand to his chin and strokes it as though thinking, whilst still driving his boot into Bentley’s knee.))
SG: Tyson is just picking him apart. It’s not fair, Dirk wasn’t ready for this kind of match yet. He just got back from a major injury.
KV: I think you’re right. Maybe this was punishment for his attacks on Seth a few weeks ago.
((Eventually he backs off and walk around the ring, reaching the corner he squats down slightly and eyes Dirk, waiting for him to get up. When Dirk gets to a knee, Tyson nails him with a superkick to the jaw, the connection almost echoing through the mostly hushed crowd as Tyson just picks Dirk apart. Tyson drags Bentley to the corner, pausing mid-drag to lean over and breathe heavily, wiping the back of his hand across his brow to emphasize how heavy Dirk is, Tyson steps around and kicks Dirk in the stomach as though to punish the flab on Bentley before he returns to his legs and pulls him all the way to the left ring post.))
SG: This is painful to watch… I thought this match was going to be competitive.
KV: So did I.
SG: Tyson has been a man on a mission ever since he lost that #FSociety Championship that he recently regained. I’m not surprised to see him focused but this is on another level.
((Tyson rolls to the outside and yanks Bentley the rest of the way before dropping him into a Figure four leg lock around the ring post! The official can do nothing to stop it as Bentley as a knee jerk reaction tries to lunge for the appendages of Tyson he can reach, swiping like a clumsy bear in mid air as his knee is wrenched against the ring post, until it almost seems like something is going to snap.))
SG: We can all say this… Tyson is really fucking good at submissions. He’s really learned from Josh Anderson.
KV: Yeah he has. Dirk needs to just give up!
SG: He is showing great resilience.
((Eventually,Tyson breaks the hold, turning to walk behind the announcers table he shoves Samuel Griffin off his chair and snaps it up closed, walking back over to the ring post he leans back and swings the chair, taking the top of it clean into the left knee cap of Drik Bentley, sandwiching his knee between the chair and the post with a thud, the chair bends slightly on impact and when Tyson tries to close it again, the chair swings back open, with a shrug he tosses it over the top rope and rolls back into the ring.))
KV: Someone DQ him!
SG: It’s a submissions match, you can’t win by DQ.
KV: This is so wrong.
((Walking over to Dirk, Gregory leans over him and slaps him on his cheek as though trying to rouse him, when Bentley opens his eyes, Tyson gives him a little wave, before reaching down to pull him up to his feet. He tosses Dirk down to the canvas again with a swinging neckbreaker, slamming him face first into the open chair, which finally forces it shut. Tyson nods his head as though happy with his work, pulling the chair out from under Dirk with an excessive heave, before dropping it atop Bentley.))
SG: This doesn’t look good for Bentley!
KV: It most certainly does not!
((Tyson climbs the turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd, he holds his arms out and takes a theatrical bow for the crowd before launching off and onto the chair with a diving double foot stomp, the crash silences the crowd as Tyson rolls away and onto his back to catch his breath, Dirk Bentley lies decimated in the middle of the ring.))
SG: He should pin him!
KV: You can’t! Remember!!
SG: Oh.. Right!
((Tyson rolls up onto his feet and, clearly playing up to the crowd, begins to crawl his way over to Dirk, he leans over him and places his cheek over Dirk’s mouth as though he is checking that Bentley is still breathing, once he is satisfied, he springs to his feet and after a moment to pause and fix his hair, he then kicks the chair off of Bentley.))
KV: Just end it already, Tyson! This is a joke!
SG: It is. It really is.
((Once the chair has cleared, Tyson nails Dirk with a standing shooting star press! He goes for the cover and then sits up and shakes his head at himself as though he forgot about the last minute change of match. Gregory then gets to his feet and winks at the official with a smirk before turning his attention back to Dirk, reaching down he pulls Bentley to his feet once more and swings him out and off the ropes into a snap spinebuster.))
KV: What a move!
SG: He’s decimating him.
((This time though, Tyson leaves Dirk on the canvas and drops down, rolling him up into him, swinging his leg up and around Dirk’s throat as her pulls his abdomen in for the stretch, locking Dirk into the Deathlock Octopus Stretch, the pressure on his already injured and targeted knee too much and close to passing out, Dirk Bentley is forced to tap. As he does so, Tyson wrenches all the way back and Bentley screams as Tyson finally releases,leaving Dirk’s leg at an unsavoury looking angle once all limbs have been untangled from each other.))
DING! DING! DING!!!
Jennifer Taylor: Here is your winner… And still #FSociety Champion… TYSON GREGORY!!
((Tyson jumps to his feet and as his arm is raised and the bell is rung, he turns to the camera and blows a kiss straight down the lens with a wink and “Phenomenal” blares over the PA system.))
KV: Well.. That was something.
SG 2017 is the Tyson Gregory era! It’s only just begun!!
((Tyson’s music cuts off, and is suddenly replaced with “Rebel Yell” by Dope. As Tyson looks over at the stage, the crowd erupts as Aurora Graves comes through the curtain, making her way down the ramp with a microphone in her hand.))
Aurora: Cut the music!
((She makes a cutting motion across her throat as the music dies down. She climbs into the ring, standing a few feet away from Tyson as he stares at her. He steels himself, as if getting ready for a fight, but Aurora shakes her head.))
Aurora: Calm down, champ; I’m not the kind of person to attack someone right after a fight.
((She looks around at the crowd as a smattering of disappointed boos mix with the cheers.))
Aurora: It’s no surprise to me that these fans here would love to see us throw down for that belt, right here, right now...
((She points a finger at Tyson’s championship belt, all the while looking him dead in the eye.))
Aurora: And it just so happens that Robb Hardy has seen fit to grant me a title shot. And while patience is normally not my strong suit, I’d rather have you at full strength. So...
((Before Aurora can even finish her next sentence, the crowd erupts into deafening cheers. Aurora pauses, the smile on her face growing wider with each passing second. She tilts her head to the side, her eyes still locked onto the champion.))
Aurora: As I was saying, I think it’s about time I cashed in that title shot!
((For a moment, Graves cast her eyes at the #FSociety Championship, narrowing her eyes before looking back at the champion. Tyson extends out the belt to right in front of Aurora's face as he shouts out at her.))
Tyson: You keep looking at it! You wanna touch it baby!?
((Aurora takes a step back and shakes her head.))
Aurora: And I can’t think of a better time to do it than at Cold Dawn!
((The fans go nuts. Tyson starts to chuckle as he drapes the title back over his shoulder and shrugs his shoulders.))
Aurora: Go ahead and keep that belt warm for me, Tyson... Pretty soon, I’ll be coming to collect.
((Aurora’s music hits the sound system again as she backs away from the champion. Once she reaches the ropes, she makes a motion with her hands across her waist, mouthing the words “that’s gonna be mine soon” before backflipping over the top rope down to the floor. Tyson blows her a kiss as she then turns around and heads back up the ramp. Tyson then turns and holds the championship belt out for the fans to see and is greeted with boos and cheers as the show closes out.))
