Post by Ana Valentine on Jun 11, 2017 12:08:39 GMT
Fucking Awesome Wrestling Presents:
Dirty Deeds
Sunday June 11th
I’m your favorite drug!
You favorite drug!
Just one hit is never enough!
The crowd rose to their feet no sooner than Porcelain Black’s Your Favorite Drug blasted loudly. A rather surprising amount of cheers raining down as stepping out from the back would be none other than Fuckin Awesome Tag Team Champions “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux!
Stopping as he got to the stage, Laroux held those titles out, one in each hand, as he basked in the reaction from the crowd. Throwing those titles up onto his shoulders, he began making his way down the ramp before tossing those titles up and over the top rope into the ring. Sliding into the ring shortly after, he popped to his feet, walking over to be handed a microphone. Picking those titles back up and returning them to rest on his shoulders.
Xavier Laroux: “For over a hundred and seventy days now, I have been the foundation of these titles..of the entire fuckin Tag Team division.”
Slapping at the faceplate of one of those titles, Laroux began to show that arrogance, his smirk growing as a result of that.
Xavier Laroux: “I have made these titles somethin people wanna go after. I didn't do it by standing off to the side, arms crossed over my chest, and scowlin. I didn't do it by bein a couple fuckin stereotypes like my opponents this evenin. Nah, I did it by giving people a reason to wanna pursue them. I went out there and I hyped the shit outta it. That ain't changin. Doesn't matter who it's with, doesn't matter who it's against. I’m the Tag Team Champions.”
“Now Lennox..I want you to remember what I told you. If you fuck me over tonight, I'll make damn sure it's somethin you'll fuckin bottom of your heart regret. Just go out there, do what you say you can do and then..then we can continue this dance. Don't make things harder than they gotta be.”
Dropping that microphone, Laroux held both of those titles high into the air, that oh so arrogant smirk shining through as he made his way to the back.
Killian Sweete walks backstage. He sees Cecily Bell and he smiles as he hands her some flowers. She takes them and hugs him.
Killian Sweete: Are you okay Ma Mie?
Cecily smiles as she looks at the flowers. She places them on the bench and nods her head.
Killian Sweete: Don’t worry about what people have said about you, I know how good you are. The fans know how good you are.
He sighs as he looks at her.
Killian Sweete: All you need to do is go out there and win. Make Lex bleed. Then maybe they will see it, and if they don’t maybe it is time to move on.
Cecily clinches her fists a bit then closes her eyes and when she looks up some tears had started to form in her eyes.
Cecily Bell: Do you know how much it hurt when someone behind a computer told me that I don’t matter? That I had started to lose it? That pisses me off and I know I am listening to what you are saying Kill, and that I shouldn’t let it get to me. But it does bother me, it bothers me because I should matter! I know how damn good I am, 4 titles in a year and half in this business? A world champion? And I get questioned about my ability.
She shakes her head, then wipes her eyes and looks deep into the eyes of her boyfriend.
Cecily Bell: Tonight, it ends I walk out to that ring and I will beat Lex Collins and I will make him bleed. I will love the flow of blood, and it will make me that much better, and I will not stop until people bow down to me again. They want a pissed of Cecily Bell? They’ve got her.
She kisses Killian on the forehead and walks off. He is left standing there when a smirk crosses his face.
Killian Sweete: That’s much better.
The screen fills with static, the rolling picture of a poor recording that clears up into a black & white image of a wrestling ring – bird's eye view from high up above. The seats surrounding it are starting to fill up, the ambient noise muted from so high up. A voice-over plays over the footage, soft-spoken and calm with a lazy drawl that's instantly familiar.
Lex Collins: Ten years later an' there're still so many things in this world I don't know. Still never learned how to perform open-heart surgery. Never got around to watching The Godfather movies yet. Dunno know how to cook up a batch of crystal meth – don't even know what that shit looks like outside of blue pop-rocks on TV. Dunno how to do a cartwheel. Never really figured out how to do those Sudoku number puzzles.
The camera pulls back, revealing a man perched on the catwalk, mostly hidden in shadows as he finishes taping his hands the way a boxer would.
Lex Collins: In all seriousness, there's a lot of stuff I haven't learned yet. Lot of places I haven't been. Lemme tell you one place I know real intimately, though. That ring down there – ones like it – have been home to me for the last five years straight. Longest rest break I took in the last ten years was the last four months. January to May – don't seem like much, does it? But when your survival song's been written on the streets, in the locker rooms where the sweat an' the tears an' the nervous sickness happens, it's a goddamned eternity. I'm not a hero, not by any stretch – paid my dues though, livin' hand-to-mouth, fightin' for my supper in the worst sorta dives you could ever imagine. That's where I learned how to survive. That's where I garnered a bit of a followin', a few fans here an' there. No eyes of the tiger here, though. I'm not some hunter or nothin'. I'm just a scrapper, just a guy who knows what's what inside these ropes down there. A guy who learned everything he needed to know about life from bein' tossed to the wolves. Sure, I don't got a whole trophy case filled with belts an' the like, but that don't mean I'm some poser. That don't mean I'm some fresh-as-a-daisy rookie. Nah, y'know, done my time.
He smooths out the tape, pulling on fight gloves that say FEAR and THIS respectively across the knuckles before lifting those hands to lower the hood that shades his face. Brown eyes bracketed by dark circles are revealed, a flash of a grim smile before he looks back down.
Lex Collins: Someone spread rumors 'bout my opponent, stirred the pot, got tempers flarin' so Cecily Bell promised me a fight. So maybe this little howdy-do ain't gonna cure cancer. Maybe puttin' a former champion down from the get-go ain't gonna win me no friends in your locker room. But I know one thing you can't take from me: the truth. Wrestling ain't for the faint of heart; it's for the roughnecks. It's for the broken bone an' cauliflower ear club. It's for the warriors, the stalwart, the strong. It's for the guys like me who know how much falls hurt an' still gets back up, beggin' for more.
He tightens the laces on his boots, slowly and methodically, one after the other.
Lex Collins: Maybe my days of glory're already over. Maybe I'm not the same guy I usedta be – maybe comin' back to Sin City isn't gonna undo the damage done. Doesn't matter. I'm here to fight. I'm here to compete an' this' what I love – what I do. My name's Lex an' I'm comin' for ya, Cecily. Comin' the only way I know how…
He turns, eyes locking on the camera as he presses his right fist over his heart, lips finally moving to form that final word as he speaks it aloud with conviction.
Lex Collins: …FEARLESSLY.
Cecily Bell shakes her head as she starts to put her wrestling boots on. She is sans the FAW Spotlight Title as she had lost it the last show. She balls up her fists now and shakes her head once again as she looks up at the camera.
Cecily Bell: So I have lost it?
She slams the bench with her fist hard. Rage started to appear on her face.
Cecily Bell: How the hell have I lost it!? I won a title for this god forsaken company but yet they throw that out there? They want to TRY and make me look bad, they want to throw a pie in my face? Really? What the hell does this company think I am? I just won a title in this company and yes I might have lost it, but I haven’t lost my ability in the ring…
…all this company has done is pissed me off…
She reaches over and grabs a chair she looks at it and kisses it.
Cecily Bell: See this is where I feel sorry for Lex Collins. Yes, he and I have had some back and forth on twitter but what I have found out is that he wants to have a battle in that ring, and I will give it to him I promise you that. I will fight him tooth and nail. One of us has to bleed in this match and if I have it my way it will be him. I need to do something and that is to prove to this stupid as fuck company that I still have it…
…they want a pissed of Cecily Bell they have it…
…and it is on their head what I do to Lex.
She winks as she gets up and takes the chair with her as the scene fades.
First Blood Match
Cecily Bell v Lex Collins
Lex took control in the match initially, keeping Cecily to the mat but his pace was measured and careful, his ring experience obvious as he took his time with the pace of the match, unfortunately this left it open for the more erratic Cecily to gain the upper hand, running the ropes she took Collins down with a heavy armed bulldog, before sliding out of the ring, disappearing beneath it. Collins followed her out of the ring, but Bell had gone underneath and was nowhere to be found. Eventually he found her with a grab of the ankles and yanked her out from under the ring.
A quick stomp to Cecily's knuckles forced her to release her grip on the chair with a yelp, pulling her up by her hair, Lex threw Bell into the steel steps, a quick check proved no blood had been spilled and Cecily used the opportunity to hit Lex with a drop toe hold into the steps, retrieving the chair, she slammed it side down onto the bridge of Collins' nose, busting it open.
WINNER: Cecily Bell
Kasey White stands at the entrance to the arena, microphone in hand as cameras focus on the lovely young interviewer. She is surrounded by fans holding up signs for their favorite stars, cheering as the show is just minutes from beginning.
Kasey White: Hello everyone, and welcome to Dirty Deeds! As you can see, this event has drawn quite a rowdy crowd of…FUCKING AWESOME FANS!
Right on cue, they all start to scream and cheer at the top of their lungs.
Kasey White: Tonight, we are going to see some of the finest wrest…
Kasey is cut off as a long black SUV pulls up and a pair of large men in black uniforms exit, with one opening the door and the other going to the trunk. The fans immediately recognize the FAW Hardcore Champion, Kenzi Grey and the Red Queen, Sarah Selena Lacklan getting out of the back as one of the men holds the door for them. The pair walk to the back as the second man is collecting their bags. Sarah stops him, gesturing for him to hand her something from her personal bag.
Sarah Selena Lacklan: Beloved, do not forget your shirt.
Kenzi smirks as she stares at Sarah, planting her hands on her hips as she tries to hand her a “Shit Up” t-shirt.
Kenzi Grey: I AM NOT WEARING THAT SHIT!
Sarah Selena Lacklan: Not shit…it is Shit Up! If you are not going to say it correctly, you shouldn’t say it at all. It is a thing, you know it is!
Kenzi groaned, rolling her eyes.
Kenzi Grey: That is NOT a thing and it never will be! I am…
Sarah tosses the shirt over Kenzi’s head and rides her down to the ground, awkwardly pinning her as a midget runs out from the open door of the truck and quickly counts to 3. Before Kenzi can recover, Sarah snatches the Hardcore Championship and gets to her feet. Kenzi starts to chase after her, but Sarah craftily tosses a handful of “Shit Up!” t-shirts between them and fans stampede their way over the barricade to get the coveted shirts, which can be purchased from CTN for only $1.99. Sarah runs into the building, out of Kenzi’s reach for now. Kasey walks up to television star as she gives a sigh of frustration.
Kasey White: Ms. Grey, it looks like you are still having a bit of fun with the Hardcore Championship, but that could all change tonight in your street fight. You have only a 1 in 3 chance of retaining…errr…or regaining your title. Those seem like pretty long odds.
Kenzi wrung her hands nervously.
Kenzi Grey: Only a 1 in 3 chance, huh? Damn…I hoped that my chances would be better.
Kasey White: Well…there are only 3 of you in the match…soooo...
Kenzi held up her hands.
Kenzi Grey: Hold on! Let me help you with the math here! Cass Baumer is in the match and she either has a 0 percent chance of winning or a 100 percent chance of losing. Either way, she’s not leaving Las Vegas with the Sanctioned or Unsanctioned 24/7 Rules Hardcore Championship! That leaves either me or Sarah…
Kasey White: So a 50 percent chance then?
Kenzi rolled her eyes.
Kenzi Grey: No, you need to do the math! Sarah may think that she has a 50 percent chance of winning, but what she doesn’t realize is that she really still has just a 33 percent chance of winning. Because Cass forfeited her 33 percent chance, that was added to my 50 percent chance of winning, giving me an 83 percent chance of winning!
Kasey could be seen added the figures in her head.
Kasey White: That doesn’t match up at all. If you have 83 percent and Sarah has 33 percent, which totals up to 116 percent. That doesn’t even make sense!
Kenzi pats Kasey on her shoulder.
Kenzi Grey: That extra 16 percent is the champion’s advantage. Because I am the reigning champion…I get that additional 16 percent added to my 83 percent, which gives me a 99 percent chance of winning here tonight at Dirty Deeds!
Kasey shook her head, unsure of what to make of this.
Kasey White: But you said Sarah had a 33 percent chance of winning, but if you have 99 percent, that means that there is only 1 percent left instead of 33.
Kenzi Grey: EXACTLY! Sarah has a 1 percent chance of winning tonight! Kasey, I am not going to sweat 1 percent!
Kenzi grinned ear to ear, pleased with herself, but Kasey was still working calculations.
Kasey White: But…isn’t Sarah the champion right now? I mean, she just beat you a moment ago. Doesn’t that mean that she had the Champion’s advantage, instead of you? I mean…she now has a 17 percent chance of winning…at the very least! If your calculations are wrong, she may still have a 33 percent chance of winning, adding in her 17 percent for being the champion and now she has a 50 percent chance of winning. What do you think about that?
The color drained from Kenzi’s face as she realized that her calculations might be off. She quickly excused herself.
Kenzi Grey: I’m sorry…I have to go!
Kenzi ran off towards the building, in hot pursuit of Sarah and her Hardcore Championship as Kasey could only laugh at the scene.
The scene cuts backstage to Jade Night standing in front of a camera, glaring into it.
Jade Night: So tonight I was rewarded with a match against Gabriel Laroux for the Showcase Championship.
Jade laughs and shakes her head while mockingly clapping.
Jade Night: You want to know who's the only person on this roster to legit pin Julian Savell? It's me. Jade fucking Night. But instead of getting a shot at Julian, instead of getting the F'n Awesome Championship title shot that I deserve, I get to fight for the Showcase Championship. No offense to Gabriel, but I deserve more than that belt and a match with him. I deserve more than Noah Nakamura, who hasn't beaten anyone relevant, who's lost to Julian Savell before.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Jade Night: Tonight I'm going to prove a point to Zooey Anderson. I'm going to rip Gabriel apart in that cage match and show that I'm the true number one contender. Not Noah Nakamura, not that awkward fuck Adam Sanders who's fighting to be number one contender and most definitely not an over-glorified competitor like Melissa Reeves, who's more known for going through boyfriends and girlfriends than she is for having matches.
Jade rolls her eyes.
Jade Night: I'm the future of FAW and I'm not going to let anyone get in my way. Not Gabriel, Noah, Melissa or Adam... And especially not Julian Savell. When I'm done tonight, there's a phrase you're all going to remember... One my little brother stole from me but never used it the to the right effect...
Jade leans down and a wide grin runs across her face.
Jade Night: Fear the Nightmare!
With that said she walks away and the scene fades out.
Zooey Anderson: What in the hell did you just say?!
Kaci White: Miss Anderson, I didn’t… I’m sorry….
Kaci White backs out of the catering hall, her hands held up in a pleading motion as she quickly shakes her head, a look of absolute horror on her face as she clearly didn’t know her boss was standing behind her moments ago.
Zooey Anderson: Sorry?! Sorry… I’ll show you Sorry!
Zooey snaps her fingers and two large security guards step up either side of Kaci, grabbing her by the arms, they both start to pull her away towards the exit.
Zooey Anderson: You, are FIRED!
Just then the new Public Relations Executive for FAW, Collin Nelson walks up looking around the scene.
Collin Nelson: What was that all about? Did you just fire the lead interviewer during the middle of the super show?
Zooey lets out an angry sound and turns to face Collin, forcing a smile on her face she shrugs slightly.
Zooey Anderson: I guess I did… But if you heard what she said, you’d be the one slamming the door behind her!
Zooey huffs slightly but tries to keep the light smile on her face, inclining her head at Collin. He holds his hands up and nods his head.
Collin Nelson: Hey hey, it's okay… I know you've been under stress lately with the roster being chippy and going over your head on things but I might have a solution for our no interviewer problem.
Collin points to a beautiful blonde just off to the side.
Collin Nelson: That's my sister Fiona, she has some on camera experience with the local news back home and I think would be a wonderful interim lead interviewer until she proves she deserves the job full time.
Fiona Nelson slowly walks up to Collin and Zooey, a cautious but warm smile on her face she holds her hand out to Zooey, who looks her up and down slowly with a judgmental glare before taking her hand and shaking it.
Zooey Anderson: Can you take direction?
Fiona Nelson: Yes Ma’am.
Zooey waves a hand quickly and steps back from the brother, sister pair with a quick nod.
Zooey Anderson: Fine, get her into makeup… I don’t have time to find anyone else anyway.
Collin gives Fiona a quick, sharp elbow to her side and nods to Zooey. Fiona jumps slightly but masks it with a wide smile.
Fiona Nelson: Thank you Miss. Anderson, I won’t disappoint you I promise!
Zooey Anderson: Uh huh, just… Stick to the script.
Zooey turns and walks away, as she does Fiona turns to Collin wide eyed and hops from foot to foot slightly with a nervous air about her.
Fiona Nelson: OMG did that really just happen?!
Collin Nelson: Welcome to the team sis…
He pats her on the shoulder before starting to walk off. He does turn and shouts to her.
Collin Nelson: Makeup is down the hall and to the left!
Tornado Tag Match
#1 Contenders for Tag Team Championships
The Brogue & The Broad v The WonderTwins
Quick to prove himself after the last show, Sawyer Reed insisted on starting the match off against 'The Broad' easily locking her up and bringing her down across his knee, she cries out and clutches at her back but Sawyer is quick to bring his boot down on her chest and then to her throat, literally stomping her into the mat as 'The Brogue' marches up and down the apron yelling for her to make the tag. After several more minutes of the assault, she is finally able to kick free of Sawyer and make the tag.
In response, Sawyer tags in Tinsley who is caught by the huge powerhouse who throws her up to his shoulders, she easily counters though and singing down his back converts it into a kind of swinging neckbreaker, after bouncing off the ropes she is caught with a boot that all but takes her head off, yet she manages to make a tag to her brother, who comes in hot and brings the brute down for the three count.
WINNERS: The WonderTwins
As the camera flickers backstage, a small blue ticker appears on the bottom of the screen. Orchestrated by Cass Baumer herself, she slowly walks on screen clad in a leather jacket and a black #BaumerReport branded t-shirt. As reports slide from the right to the left along the ticker — reports regarding Kenzi Gray and Sarah Lacklan she reported on social media in the past — Cass holds a small doll up to the camera.
The doll's eyes are red and the hair is blonde. Without a word, it's clear that the doll is almost the spitting image of Sarah Lacklan herself complete with a classic tiny "Shit Up" t-shirt over the doll's little plastic body. Without a care in the world, Cass lifts her other arm into view to reveal a lit match as the small orange flame dances back and forth.
With a coy smile, the ex-journalist lets the flames of the match begin to lick the doll and climb up the plastic. A leg blackens as it gets cooked under the immense temperature followed by the shirt. The second leg catches fire and as the flames climb back up to meet the arms and the face itself, Cass quickly drops it to the ground of the parking lot.
The camera looks around to see that a fire truck is nearby in case something goes awry for safety purposes. Focusing on the doll on the concrete floor again, black and charred beyond belief while the blaze continues to fry its skin, Cass stomps on the Sarah Lacklan reputation with the heel of her flat wrestling boot to starve the flame and destroy the burnt toy at the same time.
With a smirk, The Headliner reaches for the table in front of her to grab the second doll with a 'Reel Recognizes Real' t-shirt over her tiny frame. Around her waist was a toy FAW Hardcore Championship — completely accurate in design and properties but scaled down and made of plastic to match the aesthetic.
Carefully, Cass set the Kenzi Gray doll right beside the Sarah Lacklan doll on the floor of the parking lot - even going so far as to make sure two of their hands were close enough together that it looked like they were holding hands - and proceeded to strip the Kenzi doll of the tiny FAW Hardcore Championship.
Set up carefully in the middle of the parking lot, the former FAW Hardcore Champion walked away out of the camera's view.
Some time passes. After thirty seconds, a click reverberates throughout the area. Once a minute passes, the sound of an engine getting turned on astonishes everyone watching. After one minute and twenty seconds—
The Kenzi Gray doll and the Sarah Lacklan doll get crushed under the weight of the tire of the speeding car!!
Backing up, Cass runs over the dolls with her sedan again and again! The camera zoomed in on the mayhem as the two smiling dolls that once held hands were destroyed beyond repair.
Rolling down the windows, Cass leaned out and grinned wide towards the camera.
Cass Baumer: Any questions?
The #BaumerReport ticker below came to a finale as the scene transitioned to something else.
In the backstage Melissa Reeves is sat alone, taping one of her wrists. She looks up to address the camera.
Melissa: Do you feel it? The excitement in the air. I do. Here we are, FAW's Dirty Deeds, my first supershow with the company. Melissa Reeves versus Adam Sanders. Number one contendership for the FAW title up for grabs.
She smirks.
Melissa: Nights like this...well, nights like this are exactly why I do what I do. This is what I fight for. This is a chance to prove myself worthy of being at the top end of this promotion. A chance to take a vital step toward the title that everyone signed here wants - a chance that I will grasp with both hands.
Taking a second to pause, Melissa wraps more tape around her wrist.
Melissa: Now I have nothing against Adam. Nothing at all. He's always been nice to me, he's a sweet guy. But when he steps into that ring with me, none of that will matter. I intend to hammer him into submission, to not just win but win decisively. I want that number one contender spot. I want my shot at the big gold here in FAW, the chance to be at the very top of this mountain. And to do that I have to defeat Adam, plain and simple.
She stops, tearing the tape and flattening it down before moving to start taping the opposite wrist.
Melissa: Truth is anybody else in my position would do the exact same thing. But they're not in this position, I am. And unlike places I've been in the past, I haven't had to jump through hoops or battle against the management to get here. FAW see the potential in me. Do you know how that makes me feel, knowing that they believe I deserve to be in the mix? It feels like validation. It feels like they agree with what I already knew. And for that opportunity, I will repay them by making sure that I prove them right.
She rolls the tape around her wrist and hand more.
Melissa: It won't be easy. Of course it won't - nothing ever is in this industry. Coming back from major injuries wasn't easy. Rising to take titles this past year wasn't easy. Fighting friends and conquering big names wasn't easy. But I did that. And just like how I achieve all of that, I will achieve beating Adam. And after that, no matter whether it's Julian or Noah, I will achieve defeating him and I will achieve becoming the FAW champion.
With both wrists taped she stands, smirking, ready for action.
Melissa: Time to get started.
With that she moves to stop the camera, terminating the feed.
No Disqualification Match
#1 Contenders Match for Fucking Awesome Championship
Adam Sanders v Melissa Reeves
The match began with a classic lock up, Mel using her superior ring knowledge to take the upper hand and bring Adam to his knee, dropping her elbow down to the back of his neck with a connect that echoed throughout the arena. Taking no prisoners she drove her knee up into his face, quickly finishing the combo off with a stomp to his chest as he fell back down to the mat. After a few minutes of precise strikes, Sanders was able to catch her foot and flip her onto her back too.
The pair shared a good back and forth the entire match, Adam holding his own against Reeves who herself seemed a little surprised at his agility and ability inside the ring, but eventually the vicious Reeves won out, with a small package to pick up the three count.
WINNER: Melissa Reeves
A general feeling of euphoria suddenly fills the spirits, bodies, and minds of everyone within Las Vegas on this Sunday night. Men hard at labor, bodies lathered in sweat, are filled with a renewed energy. Women who fretted over checkbooks and bills have their worries washed away. Children shedding tears of sorrow over scoops of ice cream falling to the ground now shed tears of joy.
Why?
Because the Fucking Awesome camera has found Sarah Selena Lacklan inside the private lockerroom she had ninja’d into her Fucking Awesome contract and as at her laptop.
That’s right…
It is time…
Once again…
For a LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE PrincessTwilightSexyFang Podcast!
‘Sup, Denizens!
This is the Red Queen herself, the Queen of Lacklanland, deep in the bowels of some seedy casino where we are LIVE at Fucking Awesome Wrestling's Dirty Deeds SUPERSHOW. Now, I all three of the people involved in tonight’s REAL Main Event, the Parking Lot Brawl to End it All and Settle the Score and Someone Also Tie In the Thrilla in Manilla for the supposedly Sanctioned Hardcore Championship, have gone on at LENGTH about how important this match is and how this will, hopefully, be the END of it all. I hate Cassandra, Cassandra hates me, I have sex with Mackenzie, Mackenzie once kissed Cassandra, its a whole lotta funk. But what about the other matches?
That’s right...it is...PREDICTION TIME!!!!!!
Now...mind you...by the time I started recording this, there is a STRONG possibility that some of these matches have already happened. Like, we’re not the curtain-jerker so it is even possible that MOST of them have already happened. But! Since I haven’t actually been paying attention, I am going to talk about them anyway!
Cecipe (totes her new name) vs. "Totes Sucks up to Mom" Lex.
Lex is a dummy to who sucks up to Mom and Cecipe is uber hawt. You got this, Cecipe!
Some Team I Don't Know vs. the WonderTwits
The other day, Xavier mentioned that not only was the Fucking Awesome Tag Champion...he was THE ENTIRE DIVISION! And considering that neither the Blood Reavers or Team Kickass are involved in this "#1 Contender's Match," I am just going to have to agree with him. Regardless of who wins...the audience loses!
That dude pounding the Paragon of Mediocrity vs. TEHREAV
How...exactly...does Sanders get into a #1 Contender's Match when he does nothing but lose? And I don't mean like how Cassandra says I never win matches while ignoring the PILE of wins I have been collecting this month...but never ACTUALLY wins? Man, my partner ('Sup, Mel!) is going to eat him alive. And No DQ on top of that? Oh please!
Two of the Callaghans that do not taste good vs. Xavier
You can take all of the Callaghans...MAYBE minus Ryah...and throw them at even just ONE LaRoux and you STILL have a slaughter.
The TruthSpeaker vs. That jade chick Not sure how Night even got in this match...well..aside from her last name...but she's toast.
Sweet vs. Grimes I don't know Sweet, just seen a match or two, but ANYONE is better than Gavster
My Boo vs. The Single Most Boring Man in the History of this Sport and that INCLUDES van der Roost
Here is what is going to happen: Savell is going to make Noah tap out in the first fall. And then he's going to put him through a table and win the match. And then, just for shiggles, he's going to keep him down for a 10-count.
Welp, that's it for me! Time to go fuck up the SECOND dumbass bottle blonde of the day! First I laid out Courtney Leinart and kicked her the fuck out of LAW and know I get to Falcon Punch Baumer into a pit of goo.
Today is a GREAT day!
The cameras cut back to that same FAW backdrop, standing nervously in front of it, her dark blonde hair loose past her shoulders, fresh make-up on her face and now dressed in a pretty little red dress, stands new interim interviewer Fiona Nelson. She offers a quick smile to the camera before she clears her throat.
Fiona Nelson: I um, I was supposed to get a script or something but I guess the other girl took that with her, so I'm really sorry but I'm going to have to just go with it…
She looks off Camera at the interviewee and kind of raises her eyebrows at him and nods her head for him to step on screen.
Fiona Nelson: Making his um, FAW debut and my first interview please welcome, uhh…
Just then a young and well dressed Hispanic man walks up to her and takes her hand and kisses the back of it.
Rafael Cruz: My name is Cruz, Rafael Cruz.
Fiona smiles and leans in a little to drop her voice.
Fiona Nelson: Sorry, they didn’t give me much to go on, so bear with me okay?
She flashes him and warm smile and straightens up, licking her lips to stall for a moment.
Fiona Nelson: So, tonight you make your on-screen debut for FAW, what drew you to the company?
Rafael smiles at her.
Rafael Cruz: Besides the beautiful interviewers?
He lets out a small chuckle.
Rafael Cruz: I have come to stake my own claim as one of the sons of Cruz. You see I am a third generation wrestler. Born and bred to be the very very best. So I chose FAW as my playgrounds to show the world exactly how great I truly am.
She laughs softly and leans slightly to the side, taking a sneaky breath facing away from the camera she turns back again.
Fiona Nelson: Do you have any specific goals for your time here? Any particular division or title you’re looking to make your own?
She raises a brow at him with a small smile, inclining her head to him. He gives her a smile, his eyes locked on hers.
Rafael Cruz: You see, with Rafi Cruz… I am very good at making things.. My own.
A smirk comes to his lips now.
Rafael Cruz: Nothing is off limits to me, I soar like the eagles and can crush horns like the bulls. I can be a very strong fighter, but also an equally aggressive lover.
He takes Fiona’s hand and kisses the back of it again before winking at her. Fiona smirks for a moment before regaining her composure, shaking her head a little with a soft laugh.
Fiona Nelson: I’m not sure the latter will do much for you in the ring but uh, that’s sure to win you some fans… Tell me, are you an angel, or a bandito?
She heavily accents the last word with a light smile, looking back to him for his response. He chuckles a bit before slyly smiling.
Rafael Cruz: I guess that… Depends on your fantasy…
He winks at he again before casually walking off camera. Fiona appears a little taken aback with the abruptness of the interviews end and kind of half waves off the camera with an awkward smile.
Street Fight
Hardcore Fucking Championship Match
Kenzi Grey (c) v Sarah Lacklan v Cass Baumer
As the match started, it was apparent that it was more of a handicap match than anything else as Kenzi and Sarah immediately teamed up on the former champion. Cass was in deep trouble from the start as TeamKickass took over the match. Cass was sent into the side of several parked cars before being put down by a hard double clothesline. Kenzi attempted to take the pinfall, but Sarah broke it up as she rolled the champion up from behind. Kenzi kicked out and the two playfully squared off with each other. This playful moment was interrupted as Cass took them both out with a fallen 2X4. Cass went for the pin and got a long 2 count on Sarah, then she pinned Kenzi and nearly got the 3 until Sarah managed to break it up.
Cass and Sarah began to brutalize one another, taking out months of frustration. Cass dodged a spear attempt and sent Sarah through a car window and moved in for the pin, only to be stopped by Kenzi. Cass and Kenzi began to brutalize one another and the former champion began to get the upper hand until Sarah rejoined the match. Again the double teaming began, but Cass was ready as she took the pair on a chase around the parking lot. Cass picked her shots against Sarah and Kenzi one at a time and nearly had the match won on several occasions, but teamwork broke it up each time.
Cass got the drop on Kenzi, catching her with the Breaking News spinebuster. As she went for the pin, Sarah kicked her in the head with a Shining Wizard, but instead of going for the pin, she turned to check on the fallen champion. As Sarah helped Kenzi up, out of nowhere, Cass threw Sarah off the car and rolled Kenzi up, with a handful of tights to get the three count, regaining her FAW Hardcore Championship
WINNER: Cass Baumer
The scene cut off to reveal the backstage area. Focus would be upon the Fuckin Awesome Showcase Champion The Antagonist Gabriel Laroux. That championship slung over his shoulder, Gabriel had a rather pleased look upon his face, something that's become not exactly rare as of late.
Gabriel Laroux: “Do you know how..refreshing it is not to have to go into a match where your opponent is enraged with you because of what your loud mouthed brother has been saying before the match even began? This Cage Match against Jade..it's just that..a match. No blood feud, no days upon days of trash talk clouding emotions and hindering judgment..just a match.”
The bulk of his weight was held up properly by means of the wall he leaned against. Gabriel wore that trademark look, a pair of black pants with an opened black jacket, matching sunglasses over his eyes. Pushing off of that wall, a slight grin developed across his features.
Gabriel Laroux: “Is that to say I'm not interested? I'm not focused? In my world, there's no room to stop..no room to catch your breath. Moment after moment..seized by the throat and held high for all the world to see. I started doing this a lot later in life than most do so suffice to say..I have a bit of catching up to do. Though..I do believe I've been doing a fairly good job of that. Anyone who believes otherwise..are more than welcomed to approach me to voice their grievances.”
“Jade Night..someone I have nothing against personally or professionally. I don't have to worry about The Callaghans coming for my head. I don't have to worry about being grabbed up by The Hellfire Club. My only concern is defeating you, Jade. My only priority is walking out of the ring as still FAW Showcase Champion. I'll see you out there, Jade. Be ready for a fight.”
Turning so that his back faces the camera, Gabriel slowly began walking back down that hall, not another word spoke as the scene cut back to ringside.
Cecily Bell: What did I tell you?
Her hair was a mess now that she had gotten back from the ring. Blood was on her hand but it wasn’t hers it was Lex Collins’. She had done what she needed to do and she was happy about.
Cecily Bell: Maybe this is what I need to do, maybe I need to be ruthless and take everyone down a damn notch.
She smiles again.
Cecily Bell: Have I lost it?
Nah I think I proved myself tonight and that Dirty Deed is done. Blood has been spilt and now I need to keep going, keep moving forward because that is who I am. I have been questioned and now I have answered my critics.
She smirked as she picked up the flowers from Killian that she had received earlier.
Cecily Bell: I guess it is time to celebrate.
She laughs as she walks off towards the shower.
Barbed Wire Massacre Match
Tag Team Championship Match
Pride of Southie v Xavier Laroux
Initially the match begun as a normal match, with all four competitors in the ring. Lennox was true to her word and held side with Xavier, the pair quick to deposit Liam on the outside, the already injured Callaghan from earlier in the week landed hard against the barrier, the duo then turned their attention to Sean, beating him down to the mat. For a moment it looked as though Xavier and Lennox were going to make a go of being a team, but as Liam came back into the ring, he had a barbed wire bat in hand.
Lennox smirked to Xavier with a nod and moved as though to go forward, at the last second, she pushed him backwards over the now standing up Sean. Xavier went down to the mat as Lennox ducked out of the ring, sliding under the bottom ropes. With a quick wink to Liam she jumped the barrier and moved through the crowd to locate her husband, Jacob Daniels. Taking a seat beside him she began to eat his popcorn, now spectating the match.
Liam rounded on Xavier and slammed the bat into his back, the barbed wire caught and twisted in his skin. Immediately ripping apart his back and bringing a scream from his lips, Sean turned and stamped down on the wire, driving it deeper into Xavier's back, cutting up his own foot in the process. The brother bring in two chair, standing either side of the bloodied and beaten Laroux, they wait for him to get to his feet, before crashing the chairs either side of his head, a sickening thud echoes through the arena as Xavier manages to duck most of the impact and the chairs smash together.
Sean then drives his chair into the back of Xavier's neck, pushing him face first into the mat and his chest slamming down on the already bloody barbed wire! Sean then rolls him over, ripping the wire clean from Xavier's chest with his own bare hands, his blood trickles down his arm as he makes the pin and the Pride of Southie are crowned the new Tag Team Champions!
WINNERS: Pride of Southie
The scene cuts to the back where Noah Nakamura is standing in front of a FAW banner. He is dressed to compete but still has a playful smirk on his face.
Noah Nakamura: Tonight I finally get to fix that major blemish on my career here in FAW. I take on Julian Savell in a Three Stages of Hell match for the FAW Championship. I get to stake my claim as the next champion here and bring the FAW Championship out of the funk that Julian Savell left it in.
Noah rubs at his chin.
Noah Nakamura: You see Julian, I'm ready to step through all the levels of hell to get what I want and that is the FAW Championship. You're time at the top here was fun for you, but now it's come to an end. It's your fault really, you let the championship fall and falter in your hands. Instead of raising the Championship to a new level and making it a landmark Championship, you fell back and rested on what you used to be and used to be able to do.
He shrugs his shoulders and smirks.
Noah Nakamura: Face it Julian, you're not hungry anymore. You don't have that killer instinct like you did when you were proving yourself in this industry. Instead you sit back satisfied and lazy here… And I'm going to pick you off. You wanna say that I've changed as a competitor here Julian? Well, you're damn right I have. I have had to fight, scratch and claw my way through personal attacks and difficult matches. But you Julian? You've changed as well… And so not for the better.
Noah eyes up the camera with a fiery gaze.
Noah Nakamura: So take these last minutes to prepare Julian. Put your things and all that in order because I am taking you to hell tonight… And I'm the only one coming back from it… And I'm coming back as the FAW Champion.
We cut to where new FAW signee, Alexander Parker is standing backstage. He is in dress clothes but is full of enthusiasm.
Alexander Parker: I'm not going to take up too much of the fan’s time here since they want to get back to the great action that this show has been putting on tonight. But I did want to take this moment to say how excited I am to be apart of this great company and to finally get my in ring debut on the next card.
Alexander flashes a big smile.
Alexander Parker: I have no clue who I will be facing or anything like that but I know I'm going to bust my ass for the fans and give you all something amazing to see. This is my dream and now my dream is my reality. You best believe when it's all said and done, Alexander Parker will be one of the all time greats in this sport!
Cage Match
Showcase Championship Match
Gabriel Laroux (c) v Jade Night
Right out of the gate, this was a huge clash of styles. Gabriel with his submission game laced with a dominating physicality while Jade with her fast paced, no second to breath offense partnered with the sharpest of technical maneuvers. She stuck to her high speed offense, keeping Gabriel off his game, trying to not let him target her arms or legs. While Gabriel focused on his brutality, often using the cage as a weapon. At one point in the match, Jade caught Gabriel flush with her Jaded running single leg high knee and was trying to climb out of the cage but the toll taken by that match gave the champion time to recover. Gabriel had slowly started to give chase and in throwing caution to the wind, Jade leapt off of that cage wall, trying to take him out, only for Gabriel to catch her midair with an armbreaker across his knees, transitioning into a Cross Armbreaker, Jade unable to hold out as she tapped out before real damage was done.
WINNER: Gabriel Laroux
The scene cuts backstage to Liam and Sean Callaghan standing in front of a camera that is clearly set up on some table, facing up at them and not being held by anyone. They both have their newly won FAW Tag Titles in their hands as the look seriously into the camera.
Liam Callaghan: You all thought we were joking? You thought Xavier was going to get away again? Well you were all fucking wrong.
Sean leans towards the camera and holds his belt up next to his face.
Sean Callaghan: You see this? This is just the fucking beginning. The Callaghan's are going to run this tag division, which is what we were meant I do. Liam and I don't give a fuck how we got these belts, we EARNED these. We earned them months and months ago. Now they are ours and the rest of you can get fucked!
Liam nods in agreement before slapping Sean on the shoulder.
Liam Callaghan: It doesn't matter what team Zooey Anderson throws at us. Sean and I will be ready and we'll defend these tag titles with pride, that's why we're the Pride of Southie, the Pride of Boston! We're now the Pride of FAW's tag division being the tag champs. So bring all of your contenders, we'll take them all on and we'll give them a fair fight.
Sean Callaghan: Just know that it'll be the hardest fight of their lives. The Callaghan era has begun! Get fucking used to it!
The brothers raise their belts up and slap them together before nodding and walking away and the scene fades out.
Cameras cut backstage, focusing upon an irate “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux as he stormed through the moderately crowded hallways, showing little concern for anyone he happened to bump into. His forehead was banadged, a hint of red shown having leaked through, that bared torso was still stained red in places, aftereffects of that hellacious Barbed Wire Massacre Match. When he finally stopped, he stood in front of a door marked for Fuckin Awesome General Manager Zooey Anderson. Almost instantly, Laroux hammered the bottom of his clenched fist against that door.
Xavier Laroux: GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE ZOOEY, WE GONNA HANDLE THIS!
Slamming his fist against that door once again, he took a step back, preparing himself to kick down that door if need be.Sadly enough, it did not come to that. That door pulled open and from the inside of that locker room, two members of the FAW Security Team stepped out into view. Without saying a word, they shook their heads, standing still in front of that door, denying Xavier access. Slowly, Xavier nodded his head, showing no resistance, as he turned around and walked out of the picture.
No more than a few moments later and Xavier came rushing back into the scene, brandishing a rather thick metal pipe. Jabbing the top of it into the stomach of the closest security guard, he was quick to catch the second in the ribs before he could react to what was going on. Holding the pipe by both ends, he quickly brought it up, slamming it into the head of that doubled over man, sending him crashing back, a newly split gash on his forehead allowing blood to trickle down. Slipping up behind the guard still standing, he brought that pipe around his neck, pulling backwards in an effort to choke him.
Before he could get too into it, more security guards entered the fray, one of them trying to pull Xavier off. For his trouble, Xavier threw his head back, slamming his skull into the bridge of that man’s nose, sending him staggering back, both of his hands moving to cup his face. More and more of those security guards rushed the scene, eventually overpowering Xavier, dragging him to the ground and restraining him.
Xavier Laroux: GET THE FUCK OFFA ME!
He continued to struggle beneath their combined weight. They gathered themselves enough to keep him restrained while pulling him up off of the ground. Despite his struggles, they successfully kept him under control as they drug him off camera, kicking and screaming.
We open to the locker room of Sawyer and Tinsley Reed. Sawyer is figuratively bouncing off walls with excitement after their win tonight.
Sawyer Reed: I can't believe it Tins! We freaking did it! We got our title shot! You were so right… We got this sis!
Tinsley giggles and nods her head quickly, wrapping her arms around her brother she jumps on his back like a spider monkey and lets out an excited noise.
Tinsley Reed: I told you we would do it! We've been working so hard and it all just finally paid off!
Sawyer just starts to laugh.
Sawyer: You know what though? If we are going to make this serious push for the tag team titles, we need a better name than the Wonder Twins… I mean that was Charlie’s nickname for us. We need something that is more… us.
Tinsley jumps down with a slight frown and moves to look up at her brother, letting out a small sigh.
Tinsley Reed: You don't like our team name?!
Sawyer sighs.
Sawyer Reed: I know you do but… I don't know don't you think we need something a bit stronger than Wonder Twins?
Tinsley Reed: Why? We aren't about the grr and the mean stuff, that's never been us! We're about pure wrestling, besides, it's what mom always called us and it makes me feel closer to her…
Tinsley’s eyes look suspiciously puppy dog like as she looks up at her brother.
Tinsley Reed: What did you wanna change it to?
Sawyer: I didn't have an idea right now… But hey, lets just keep it as is and just celebrate this win with Jax and Ciara tonight?
As if on cue Jax suddenly grabs around Tinsley’s waist from behind and she lets out a shocked but excited squeal that turns into a laugh as she spins in his arms to face him, a huge grin on her face.
Tinsley Reed: HI!
Jaxon Reece: Hey baby! Hey Saw! Great win out there guys! Let's get going, I got us a limo to celebrate!
Tinsley grabs both boys by the hands and drags them out of the locker room as all three take off running down the hall, laughing as they go.
Pre Main Event
Falls Count Anywhere Match
Bryan Sweet v Gavin Grimes
The anticipation is huge for this match and the crowd is electric. Each wrestler receives a huge ovation but the crowd seems firmly behind Grimes. Once the opening bell rings they exchange a handshake and a knowing smirk before squaring off. From that moment forward the match is nonstop action with Grimes displaying his trademark risk taking/never say die attitude while Bryan surprises by keeping up with his young opponent despite the age difference. The crowd counts along to numerous near falls and are left with the jaws on the floor as the action spills out of the ring in this Falls Count Anywhere contest. At one point Gavin is carrying a chair towards his downed opponent but as he prepares to strike Bryan leaps up and nails the Sweet Shot super kick, driving the chair into Gavin’s face. Already battered from his previous Empty Arena match against Avery Miles, Gavin crumbles to the pavement as Bryan hooks his leg and goes for the pin only to shock everyone in attendance when Gavin kicks out at two and a half. An exasperated Bryan stares at the referee in shock and thus begins a series of finishing encounters that leave Grimes close to finished but aren’t quite enough. Finally an exhausted Sweet drops to his knees only to see Gavin rise up and leer over him. Bryan shakes his head in disbelief as Gavin lays into him with a series of moves before landing the Crowning headlock driver on the floor of the arena. Gavin hooks the leg and goes for the pin as the fans count along… ONE… TWO… THRE… and miraculously Bryan kicks out! Now it’s Gavin’s turn to shake his head but he shows no quarter. Splaying Bryan out across the announce table Gavin climbs to the top turnbuckle and salutes the crowd before leaping off with a King Splash, only Bryan moves at the last second, sending Gavin careening through the table. Barely able to move Bryan drapes his arm across Gavin’s chest for the three-count. The fans are blowing the roof off the building as both men are helped to their feet and up the ramp by medical personnel. Before they make their way through the curtain they reach out towards one another and hold each other’s hand up high to a deafening ovation from the crowd.
Backstage at Dirty Deeds, The Antagonist Gabriel Laroux was all smiles after the first successful defense of his Showcase Championship. Having dressed down from what he wore in the match, Gabriel stood backstage, a pair of black gym shorts hanging loosely from his waist while his bared torso was exposed for all to see. Above his right eye, a bandage over a fresh wound showed just a portion of what he went through to retain. Holding that championship in his right hand, he gazed down upon the faceplate, a satisfied nod given off.
Gabriel Laroux: It was no easy feat..by any means of the word. But here I stand..still FAW Showcase Champion..as I said I would.
His smile grew much larger as he turned his head to look towards an area off camera, looking at someone in particular.
Gabriel Laroux: And my prize..
Lyric Night smiles softly as she moves to beside him, one hand trailing down his back as she reaches up onto her tiptoes to kiss him, her other hand caressing the back of his neck with a light sigh, as she pulls back slightly she inclines her head towards the belt.
Lyric Night: I, am so incredibly proud of you.
Gabriel Laroux: And that’s what matters most to me. Imagine you’ve been keeping busy, people in and out left and right.
Bringing his hand up, he lightly cupped the side of her face, nodding his head slowly.
Gabriel Laroux: They’re in the best hands I know.
Lyric looks down at her hands with a small smile, glancing back up at him she bites her bottom lip and inclines her head, looking him up and down before she lifts her hand; gently touching a contusion on his cheek.
Lyric Night: Lots of.. Eugh, let's not even talk about it.
She makes a face at him and shakes her head, then her expression melts away into a smile as her hand drops to run over the faceplate of the belt.
Lyric Night: Because we, have serious celebrating to do.
A soft laugh slipped free from behind his curved lips as he nodded his head slowly, moving his head into her touch.
Gabriel Laroux: I’ll help you forget all about it and celebration is a must. This was just the first of many defenses.
She inclines her head towards the camera now and lifts her brows at him with a slow shake of her head, her voice barely above a whisper as she presses closer to him.
Lyric Night: You aren’t going to want an audience for this…
Not even looking towards the man holding the camera, Gabriel waved him off dismissively.
Gabriel Laroux: You’re no longer needed. Go.
His attention returning to focus on Lyric, he wrapped those arms of his around her, pulling her as close as possible. Lowering his head to hers, pressing his lips against hers passionately.
The scene cuts to the back a large hulking man, a fiery redhead with a sinister smile and a vivacious and curly brunette so standing in front of them as they appear before the FAW banner.
Yasmin Caballera: Behind me, stands the future of the FAW Tag Team Division. Forget anything you see tonight, or have seen any other night… There is NO ONE in this division who can bring the style, the flair, the talent and the outright Violence! That you will see at the hands of Young Ink.
Yasmin looks back at the pair and smirks slightly, nodding to Kimi who steps forward; her sinister looking smile spreads as she steps around Yasmin and starts walking up and down in front of the camera.
Kimi Young: My brother and I, are the single most experienced, educated, highly trained and focused tag team you will have ever seen… Yasmin here, may be the mouth of our little team but rest assured kiddies, I have plenty to say and you’re gonna need a shit ton of expletive beeps if you wanna keep this PG…
Yasmin sighs slightly and shakes her head as the large Kameron just chuckles quietly from behind her.
Kimi Young: Tonight a bunch of melodramatics and cry babies are going out there to compete for a shot at something they don’t deserve, so Bostonians, Larouxs, Wondernerds and who the fuck ever… Keep those belts nice and warm because you’re all just place holders.
The large, muscular mountain of a man smirks.
Kameron Young: We will have our eyes on this tag division tonight, hell we have had our eyes on it for a long time now. We are coming for the gold and our hunger for greatness won't be quenched until that point. Fucking Awesome? Yeah we are.
Main Event
Three Stages of Hell Match
(1. Submission 2. Tables 3. Last Man Standing)
Fucking Awesome Championship Match
Julian Savell (c) v Noah Nakamura
Round One: Submission
After a good quick pace for the start of the match, Julian seemed to be gaining the upper hand, but he under estimated the smaller and faster Nakamura who slipped out of his grasp several times. Julian was eventually able to lock Noah up in a chicken wing, but the ropes were reached quickly forcing a break. Noah was quick to his feet, the pair shared some more back and forth, with several hard shots on both sides before Julian speared Noah down hard to the mat, but Noah managed to twist round into an indian deathlock, his small frame managing to keep Julian down until he was forced to tap.
Cecily Bell v Lex Collins
Lex took control in the match initially, keeping Cecily to the mat but his pace was measured and careful, his ring experience obvious as he took his time with the pace of the match, unfortunately this left it open for the more erratic Cecily to gain the upper hand, running the ropes she took Collins down with a heavy armed bulldog, before sliding out of the ring, disappearing beneath it. Collins followed her out of the ring, but Bell had gone underneath and was nowhere to be found. Eventually he found her with a grab of the ankles and yanked her out from under the ring.
A quick stomp to Cecily's knuckles forced her to release her grip on the chair with a yelp, pulling her up by her hair, Lex threw Bell into the steel steps, a quick check proved no blood had been spilled and Cecily used the opportunity to hit Lex with a drop toe hold into the steps, retrieving the chair, she slammed it side down onto the bridge of Collins' nose, busting it open.
WINNER: Cecily Bell
Kasey White stands at the entrance to the arena, microphone in hand as cameras focus on the lovely young interviewer. She is surrounded by fans holding up signs for their favorite stars, cheering as the show is just minutes from beginning.
Kasey White: Hello everyone, and welcome to Dirty Deeds! As you can see, this event has drawn quite a rowdy crowd of…FUCKING AWESOME FANS!
Right on cue, they all start to scream and cheer at the top of their lungs.
Kasey White: Tonight, we are going to see some of the finest wrest…
Kasey is cut off as a long black SUV pulls up and a pair of large men in black uniforms exit, with one opening the door and the other going to the trunk. The fans immediately recognize the FAW Hardcore Champion, Kenzi Grey and the Red Queen, Sarah Selena Lacklan getting out of the back as one of the men holds the door for them. The pair walk to the back as the second man is collecting their bags. Sarah stops him, gesturing for him to hand her something from her personal bag.
Sarah Selena Lacklan: Beloved, do not forget your shirt.
Kenzi smirks as she stares at Sarah, planting her hands on her hips as she tries to hand her a “Shit Up” t-shirt.
Kenzi Grey: I AM NOT WEARING THAT SHIT!
Sarah Selena Lacklan: Not shit…it is Shit Up! If you are not going to say it correctly, you shouldn’t say it at all. It is a thing, you know it is!
Kenzi groaned, rolling her eyes.
Kenzi Grey: That is NOT a thing and it never will be! I am…
Sarah tosses the shirt over Kenzi’s head and rides her down to the ground, awkwardly pinning her as a midget runs out from the open door of the truck and quickly counts to 3. Before Kenzi can recover, Sarah snatches the Hardcore Championship and gets to her feet. Kenzi starts to chase after her, but Sarah craftily tosses a handful of “Shit Up!” t-shirts between them and fans stampede their way over the barricade to get the coveted shirts, which can be purchased from CTN for only $1.99. Sarah runs into the building, out of Kenzi’s reach for now. Kasey walks up to television star as she gives a sigh of frustration.
Kasey White: Ms. Grey, it looks like you are still having a bit of fun with the Hardcore Championship, but that could all change tonight in your street fight. You have only a 1 in 3 chance of retaining…errr…or regaining your title. Those seem like pretty long odds.
Kenzi wrung her hands nervously.
Kenzi Grey: Only a 1 in 3 chance, huh? Damn…I hoped that my chances would be better.
Kasey White: Well…there are only 3 of you in the match…soooo...
Kenzi held up her hands.
Kenzi Grey: Hold on! Let me help you with the math here! Cass Baumer is in the match and she either has a 0 percent chance of winning or a 100 percent chance of losing. Either way, she’s not leaving Las Vegas with the Sanctioned or Unsanctioned 24/7 Rules Hardcore Championship! That leaves either me or Sarah…
Kasey White: So a 50 percent chance then?
Kenzi rolled her eyes.
Kenzi Grey: No, you need to do the math! Sarah may think that she has a 50 percent chance of winning, but what she doesn’t realize is that she really still has just a 33 percent chance of winning. Because Cass forfeited her 33 percent chance, that was added to my 50 percent chance of winning, giving me an 83 percent chance of winning!
Kasey could be seen added the figures in her head.
Kasey White: That doesn’t match up at all. If you have 83 percent and Sarah has 33 percent, which totals up to 116 percent. That doesn’t even make sense!
Kenzi pats Kasey on her shoulder.
Kenzi Grey: That extra 16 percent is the champion’s advantage. Because I am the reigning champion…I get that additional 16 percent added to my 83 percent, which gives me a 99 percent chance of winning here tonight at Dirty Deeds!
Kasey shook her head, unsure of what to make of this.
Kasey White: But you said Sarah had a 33 percent chance of winning, but if you have 99 percent, that means that there is only 1 percent left instead of 33.
Kenzi Grey: EXACTLY! Sarah has a 1 percent chance of winning tonight! Kasey, I am not going to sweat 1 percent!
Kenzi grinned ear to ear, pleased with herself, but Kasey was still working calculations.
Kasey White: But…isn’t Sarah the champion right now? I mean, she just beat you a moment ago. Doesn’t that mean that she had the Champion’s advantage, instead of you? I mean…she now has a 17 percent chance of winning…at the very least! If your calculations are wrong, she may still have a 33 percent chance of winning, adding in her 17 percent for being the champion and now she has a 50 percent chance of winning. What do you think about that?
The color drained from Kenzi’s face as she realized that her calculations might be off. She quickly excused herself.
Kenzi Grey: I’m sorry…I have to go!
Kenzi ran off towards the building, in hot pursuit of Sarah and her Hardcore Championship as Kasey could only laugh at the scene.
The scene cuts backstage to Jade Night standing in front of a camera, glaring into it.
Jade Night: So tonight I was rewarded with a match against Gabriel Laroux for the Showcase Championship.
Jade laughs and shakes her head while mockingly clapping.
Jade Night: You want to know who's the only person on this roster to legit pin Julian Savell? It's me. Jade fucking Night. But instead of getting a shot at Julian, instead of getting the F'n Awesome Championship title shot that I deserve, I get to fight for the Showcase Championship. No offense to Gabriel, but I deserve more than that belt and a match with him. I deserve more than Noah Nakamura, who hasn't beaten anyone relevant, who's lost to Julian Savell before.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Jade Night: Tonight I'm going to prove a point to Zooey Anderson. I'm going to rip Gabriel apart in that cage match and show that I'm the true number one contender. Not Noah Nakamura, not that awkward fuck Adam Sanders who's fighting to be number one contender and most definitely not an over-glorified competitor like Melissa Reeves, who's more known for going through boyfriends and girlfriends than she is for having matches.
Jade rolls her eyes.
Jade Night: I'm the future of FAW and I'm not going to let anyone get in my way. Not Gabriel, Noah, Melissa or Adam... And especially not Julian Savell. When I'm done tonight, there's a phrase you're all going to remember... One my little brother stole from me but never used it the to the right effect...
Jade leans down and a wide grin runs across her face.
Jade Night: Fear the Nightmare!
With that said she walks away and the scene fades out.
Zooey Anderson: What in the hell did you just say?!
Kaci White: Miss Anderson, I didn’t… I’m sorry….
Kaci White backs out of the catering hall, her hands held up in a pleading motion as she quickly shakes her head, a look of absolute horror on her face as she clearly didn’t know her boss was standing behind her moments ago.
Zooey Anderson: Sorry?! Sorry… I’ll show you Sorry!
Zooey snaps her fingers and two large security guards step up either side of Kaci, grabbing her by the arms, they both start to pull her away towards the exit.
Zooey Anderson: You, are FIRED!
Just then the new Public Relations Executive for FAW, Collin Nelson walks up looking around the scene.
Collin Nelson: What was that all about? Did you just fire the lead interviewer during the middle of the super show?
Zooey lets out an angry sound and turns to face Collin, forcing a smile on her face she shrugs slightly.
Zooey Anderson: I guess I did… But if you heard what she said, you’d be the one slamming the door behind her!
Zooey huffs slightly but tries to keep the light smile on her face, inclining her head at Collin. He holds his hands up and nods his head.
Collin Nelson: Hey hey, it's okay… I know you've been under stress lately with the roster being chippy and going over your head on things but I might have a solution for our no interviewer problem.
Collin points to a beautiful blonde just off to the side.
Collin Nelson: That's my sister Fiona, she has some on camera experience with the local news back home and I think would be a wonderful interim lead interviewer until she proves she deserves the job full time.
Fiona Nelson slowly walks up to Collin and Zooey, a cautious but warm smile on her face she holds her hand out to Zooey, who looks her up and down slowly with a judgmental glare before taking her hand and shaking it.
Zooey Anderson: Can you take direction?
Fiona Nelson: Yes Ma’am.
Zooey waves a hand quickly and steps back from the brother, sister pair with a quick nod.
Zooey Anderson: Fine, get her into makeup… I don’t have time to find anyone else anyway.
Collin gives Fiona a quick, sharp elbow to her side and nods to Zooey. Fiona jumps slightly but masks it with a wide smile.
Fiona Nelson: Thank you Miss. Anderson, I won’t disappoint you I promise!
Zooey Anderson: Uh huh, just… Stick to the script.
Zooey turns and walks away, as she does Fiona turns to Collin wide eyed and hops from foot to foot slightly with a nervous air about her.
Fiona Nelson: OMG did that really just happen?!
Collin Nelson: Welcome to the team sis…
He pats her on the shoulder before starting to walk off. He does turn and shouts to her.
Collin Nelson: Makeup is down the hall and to the left!
Tornado Tag Match
#1 Contenders for Tag Team Championships
The Brogue & The Broad v The WonderTwins
Quick to prove himself after the last show, Sawyer Reed insisted on starting the match off against 'The Broad' easily locking her up and bringing her down across his knee, she cries out and clutches at her back but Sawyer is quick to bring his boot down on her chest and then to her throat, literally stomping her into the mat as 'The Brogue' marches up and down the apron yelling for her to make the tag. After several more minutes of the assault, she is finally able to kick free of Sawyer and make the tag.
In response, Sawyer tags in Tinsley who is caught by the huge powerhouse who throws her up to his shoulders, she easily counters though and singing down his back converts it into a kind of swinging neckbreaker, after bouncing off the ropes she is caught with a boot that all but takes her head off, yet she manages to make a tag to her brother, who comes in hot and brings the brute down for the three count.
WINNERS: The WonderTwins
As the camera flickers backstage, a small blue ticker appears on the bottom of the screen. Orchestrated by Cass Baumer herself, she slowly walks on screen clad in a leather jacket and a black #BaumerReport branded t-shirt. As reports slide from the right to the left along the ticker — reports regarding Kenzi Gray and Sarah Lacklan she reported on social media in the past — Cass holds a small doll up to the camera.
The doll's eyes are red and the hair is blonde. Without a word, it's clear that the doll is almost the spitting image of Sarah Lacklan herself complete with a classic tiny "Shit Up" t-shirt over the doll's little plastic body. Without a care in the world, Cass lifts her other arm into view to reveal a lit match as the small orange flame dances back and forth.
With a coy smile, the ex-journalist lets the flames of the match begin to lick the doll and climb up the plastic. A leg blackens as it gets cooked under the immense temperature followed by the shirt. The second leg catches fire and as the flames climb back up to meet the arms and the face itself, Cass quickly drops it to the ground of the parking lot.
The camera looks around to see that a fire truck is nearby in case something goes awry for safety purposes. Focusing on the doll on the concrete floor again, black and charred beyond belief while the blaze continues to fry its skin, Cass stomps on the Sarah Lacklan reputation with the heel of her flat wrestling boot to starve the flame and destroy the burnt toy at the same time.
With a smirk, The Headliner reaches for the table in front of her to grab the second doll with a 'Reel Recognizes Real' t-shirt over her tiny frame. Around her waist was a toy FAW Hardcore Championship — completely accurate in design and properties but scaled down and made of plastic to match the aesthetic.
Carefully, Cass set the Kenzi Gray doll right beside the Sarah Lacklan doll on the floor of the parking lot - even going so far as to make sure two of their hands were close enough together that it looked like they were holding hands - and proceeded to strip the Kenzi doll of the tiny FAW Hardcore Championship.
Set up carefully in the middle of the parking lot, the former FAW Hardcore Champion walked away out of the camera's view.
Some time passes. After thirty seconds, a click reverberates throughout the area. Once a minute passes, the sound of an engine getting turned on astonishes everyone watching. After one minute and twenty seconds—
The Kenzi Gray doll and the Sarah Lacklan doll get crushed under the weight of the tire of the speeding car!!
Backing up, Cass runs over the dolls with her sedan again and again! The camera zoomed in on the mayhem as the two smiling dolls that once held hands were destroyed beyond repair.
Rolling down the windows, Cass leaned out and grinned wide towards the camera.
Cass Baumer: Any questions?
The #BaumerReport ticker below came to a finale as the scene transitioned to something else.
In the backstage Melissa Reeves is sat alone, taping one of her wrists. She looks up to address the camera.
Melissa: Do you feel it? The excitement in the air. I do. Here we are, FAW's Dirty Deeds, my first supershow with the company. Melissa Reeves versus Adam Sanders. Number one contendership for the FAW title up for grabs.
She smirks.
Melissa: Nights like this...well, nights like this are exactly why I do what I do. This is what I fight for. This is a chance to prove myself worthy of being at the top end of this promotion. A chance to take a vital step toward the title that everyone signed here wants - a chance that I will grasp with both hands.
Taking a second to pause, Melissa wraps more tape around her wrist.
Melissa: Now I have nothing against Adam. Nothing at all. He's always been nice to me, he's a sweet guy. But when he steps into that ring with me, none of that will matter. I intend to hammer him into submission, to not just win but win decisively. I want that number one contender spot. I want my shot at the big gold here in FAW, the chance to be at the very top of this mountain. And to do that I have to defeat Adam, plain and simple.
She stops, tearing the tape and flattening it down before moving to start taping the opposite wrist.
Melissa: Truth is anybody else in my position would do the exact same thing. But they're not in this position, I am. And unlike places I've been in the past, I haven't had to jump through hoops or battle against the management to get here. FAW see the potential in me. Do you know how that makes me feel, knowing that they believe I deserve to be in the mix? It feels like validation. It feels like they agree with what I already knew. And for that opportunity, I will repay them by making sure that I prove them right.
She rolls the tape around her wrist and hand more.
Melissa: It won't be easy. Of course it won't - nothing ever is in this industry. Coming back from major injuries wasn't easy. Rising to take titles this past year wasn't easy. Fighting friends and conquering big names wasn't easy. But I did that. And just like how I achieve all of that, I will achieve beating Adam. And after that, no matter whether it's Julian or Noah, I will achieve defeating him and I will achieve becoming the FAW champion.
With both wrists taped she stands, smirking, ready for action.
Melissa: Time to get started.
With that she moves to stop the camera, terminating the feed.
No Disqualification Match
#1 Contenders Match for Fucking Awesome Championship
Adam Sanders v Melissa Reeves
The match began with a classic lock up, Mel using her superior ring knowledge to take the upper hand and bring Adam to his knee, dropping her elbow down to the back of his neck with a connect that echoed throughout the arena. Taking no prisoners she drove her knee up into his face, quickly finishing the combo off with a stomp to his chest as he fell back down to the mat. After a few minutes of precise strikes, Sanders was able to catch her foot and flip her onto her back too.
The pair shared a good back and forth the entire match, Adam holding his own against Reeves who herself seemed a little surprised at his agility and ability inside the ring, but eventually the vicious Reeves won out, with a small package to pick up the three count.
WINNER: Melissa Reeves
A general feeling of euphoria suddenly fills the spirits, bodies, and minds of everyone within Las Vegas on this Sunday night. Men hard at labor, bodies lathered in sweat, are filled with a renewed energy. Women who fretted over checkbooks and bills have their worries washed away. Children shedding tears of sorrow over scoops of ice cream falling to the ground now shed tears of joy.
Why?
Because the Fucking Awesome camera has found Sarah Selena Lacklan inside the private lockerroom she had ninja’d into her Fucking Awesome contract and as at her laptop.
That’s right…
It is time…
Once again…
For a LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE PrincessTwilightSexyFang Podcast!
‘Sup, Denizens!
This is the Red Queen herself, the Queen of Lacklanland, deep in the bowels of some seedy casino where we are LIVE at Fucking Awesome Wrestling's Dirty Deeds SUPERSHOW. Now, I all three of the people involved in tonight’s REAL Main Event, the Parking Lot Brawl to End it All and Settle the Score and Someone Also Tie In the Thrilla in Manilla for the supposedly Sanctioned Hardcore Championship, have gone on at LENGTH about how important this match is and how this will, hopefully, be the END of it all. I hate Cassandra, Cassandra hates me, I have sex with Mackenzie, Mackenzie once kissed Cassandra, its a whole lotta funk. But what about the other matches?
That’s right...it is...PREDICTION TIME!!!!!!
Now...mind you...by the time I started recording this, there is a STRONG possibility that some of these matches have already happened. Like, we’re not the curtain-jerker so it is even possible that MOST of them have already happened. But! Since I haven’t actually been paying attention, I am going to talk about them anyway!
Cecipe (totes her new name) vs. "Totes Sucks up to Mom" Lex.
Lex is a dummy to who sucks up to Mom and Cecipe is uber hawt. You got this, Cecipe!
Some Team I Don't Know vs. the WonderTwits
The other day, Xavier mentioned that not only was the Fucking Awesome Tag Champion...he was THE ENTIRE DIVISION! And considering that neither the Blood Reavers or Team Kickass are involved in this "#1 Contender's Match," I am just going to have to agree with him. Regardless of who wins...the audience loses!
That dude pounding the Paragon of Mediocrity vs. TEHREAV
How...exactly...does Sanders get into a #1 Contender's Match when he does nothing but lose? And I don't mean like how Cassandra says I never win matches while ignoring the PILE of wins I have been collecting this month...but never ACTUALLY wins? Man, my partner ('Sup, Mel!) is going to eat him alive. And No DQ on top of that? Oh please!
Two of the Callaghans that do not taste good vs. Xavier
You can take all of the Callaghans...MAYBE minus Ryah...and throw them at even just ONE LaRoux and you STILL have a slaughter.
The TruthSpeaker vs. That jade chick Not sure how Night even got in this match...well..aside from her last name...but she's toast.
Sweet vs. Grimes I don't know Sweet, just seen a match or two, but ANYONE is better than Gavster
My Boo vs. The Single Most Boring Man in the History of this Sport and that INCLUDES van der Roost
Here is what is going to happen: Savell is going to make Noah tap out in the first fall. And then he's going to put him through a table and win the match. And then, just for shiggles, he's going to keep him down for a 10-count.
Welp, that's it for me! Time to go fuck up the SECOND dumbass bottle blonde of the day! First I laid out Courtney Leinart and kicked her the fuck out of LAW and know I get to Falcon Punch Baumer into a pit of goo.
Today is a GREAT day!
The cameras cut back to that same FAW backdrop, standing nervously in front of it, her dark blonde hair loose past her shoulders, fresh make-up on her face and now dressed in a pretty little red dress, stands new interim interviewer Fiona Nelson. She offers a quick smile to the camera before she clears her throat.
Fiona Nelson: I um, I was supposed to get a script or something but I guess the other girl took that with her, so I'm really sorry but I'm going to have to just go with it…
She looks off Camera at the interviewee and kind of raises her eyebrows at him and nods her head for him to step on screen.
Fiona Nelson: Making his um, FAW debut and my first interview please welcome, uhh…
Just then a young and well dressed Hispanic man walks up to her and takes her hand and kisses the back of it.
Rafael Cruz: My name is Cruz, Rafael Cruz.
Fiona smiles and leans in a little to drop her voice.
Fiona Nelson: Sorry, they didn’t give me much to go on, so bear with me okay?
She flashes him and warm smile and straightens up, licking her lips to stall for a moment.
Fiona Nelson: So, tonight you make your on-screen debut for FAW, what drew you to the company?
Rafael smiles at her.
Rafael Cruz: Besides the beautiful interviewers?
He lets out a small chuckle.
Rafael Cruz: I have come to stake my own claim as one of the sons of Cruz. You see I am a third generation wrestler. Born and bred to be the very very best. So I chose FAW as my playgrounds to show the world exactly how great I truly am.
She laughs softly and leans slightly to the side, taking a sneaky breath facing away from the camera she turns back again.
Fiona Nelson: Do you have any specific goals for your time here? Any particular division or title you’re looking to make your own?
She raises a brow at him with a small smile, inclining her head to him. He gives her a smile, his eyes locked on hers.
Rafael Cruz: You see, with Rafi Cruz… I am very good at making things.. My own.
A smirk comes to his lips now.
Rafael Cruz: Nothing is off limits to me, I soar like the eagles and can crush horns like the bulls. I can be a very strong fighter, but also an equally aggressive lover.
He takes Fiona’s hand and kisses the back of it again before winking at her. Fiona smirks for a moment before regaining her composure, shaking her head a little with a soft laugh.
Fiona Nelson: I’m not sure the latter will do much for you in the ring but uh, that’s sure to win you some fans… Tell me, are you an angel, or a bandito?
She heavily accents the last word with a light smile, looking back to him for his response. He chuckles a bit before slyly smiling.
Rafael Cruz: I guess that… Depends on your fantasy…
He winks at he again before casually walking off camera. Fiona appears a little taken aback with the abruptness of the interviews end and kind of half waves off the camera with an awkward smile.
Street Fight
Hardcore Fucking Championship Match
Kenzi Grey (c) v Sarah Lacklan v Cass Baumer
As the match started, it was apparent that it was more of a handicap match than anything else as Kenzi and Sarah immediately teamed up on the former champion. Cass was in deep trouble from the start as TeamKickass took over the match. Cass was sent into the side of several parked cars before being put down by a hard double clothesline. Kenzi attempted to take the pinfall, but Sarah broke it up as she rolled the champion up from behind. Kenzi kicked out and the two playfully squared off with each other. This playful moment was interrupted as Cass took them both out with a fallen 2X4. Cass went for the pin and got a long 2 count on Sarah, then she pinned Kenzi and nearly got the 3 until Sarah managed to break it up.
Cass and Sarah began to brutalize one another, taking out months of frustration. Cass dodged a spear attempt and sent Sarah through a car window and moved in for the pin, only to be stopped by Kenzi. Cass and Kenzi began to brutalize one another and the former champion began to get the upper hand until Sarah rejoined the match. Again the double teaming began, but Cass was ready as she took the pair on a chase around the parking lot. Cass picked her shots against Sarah and Kenzi one at a time and nearly had the match won on several occasions, but teamwork broke it up each time.
Cass got the drop on Kenzi, catching her with the Breaking News spinebuster. As she went for the pin, Sarah kicked her in the head with a Shining Wizard, but instead of going for the pin, she turned to check on the fallen champion. As Sarah helped Kenzi up, out of nowhere, Cass threw Sarah off the car and rolled Kenzi up, with a handful of tights to get the three count, regaining her FAW Hardcore Championship
WINNER: Cass Baumer
The scene cut off to reveal the backstage area. Focus would be upon the Fuckin Awesome Showcase Champion The Antagonist Gabriel Laroux. That championship slung over his shoulder, Gabriel had a rather pleased look upon his face, something that's become not exactly rare as of late.
Gabriel Laroux: “Do you know how..refreshing it is not to have to go into a match where your opponent is enraged with you because of what your loud mouthed brother has been saying before the match even began? This Cage Match against Jade..it's just that..a match. No blood feud, no days upon days of trash talk clouding emotions and hindering judgment..just a match.”
The bulk of his weight was held up properly by means of the wall he leaned against. Gabriel wore that trademark look, a pair of black pants with an opened black jacket, matching sunglasses over his eyes. Pushing off of that wall, a slight grin developed across his features.
Gabriel Laroux: “Is that to say I'm not interested? I'm not focused? In my world, there's no room to stop..no room to catch your breath. Moment after moment..seized by the throat and held high for all the world to see. I started doing this a lot later in life than most do so suffice to say..I have a bit of catching up to do. Though..I do believe I've been doing a fairly good job of that. Anyone who believes otherwise..are more than welcomed to approach me to voice their grievances.”
“Jade Night..someone I have nothing against personally or professionally. I don't have to worry about The Callaghans coming for my head. I don't have to worry about being grabbed up by The Hellfire Club. My only concern is defeating you, Jade. My only priority is walking out of the ring as still FAW Showcase Champion. I'll see you out there, Jade. Be ready for a fight.”
Turning so that his back faces the camera, Gabriel slowly began walking back down that hall, not another word spoke as the scene cut back to ringside.
Cecily Bell: What did I tell you?
Her hair was a mess now that she had gotten back from the ring. Blood was on her hand but it wasn’t hers it was Lex Collins’. She had done what she needed to do and she was happy about.
Cecily Bell: Maybe this is what I need to do, maybe I need to be ruthless and take everyone down a damn notch.
She smiles again.
Cecily Bell: Have I lost it?
Nah I think I proved myself tonight and that Dirty Deed is done. Blood has been spilt and now I need to keep going, keep moving forward because that is who I am. I have been questioned and now I have answered my critics.
She smirked as she picked up the flowers from Killian that she had received earlier.
Cecily Bell: I guess it is time to celebrate.
She laughs as she walks off towards the shower.
Barbed Wire Massacre Match
Tag Team Championship Match
Pride of Southie v Xavier Laroux
Initially the match begun as a normal match, with all four competitors in the ring. Lennox was true to her word and held side with Xavier, the pair quick to deposit Liam on the outside, the already injured Callaghan from earlier in the week landed hard against the barrier, the duo then turned their attention to Sean, beating him down to the mat. For a moment it looked as though Xavier and Lennox were going to make a go of being a team, but as Liam came back into the ring, he had a barbed wire bat in hand.
Lennox smirked to Xavier with a nod and moved as though to go forward, at the last second, she pushed him backwards over the now standing up Sean. Xavier went down to the mat as Lennox ducked out of the ring, sliding under the bottom ropes. With a quick wink to Liam she jumped the barrier and moved through the crowd to locate her husband, Jacob Daniels. Taking a seat beside him she began to eat his popcorn, now spectating the match.
Liam rounded on Xavier and slammed the bat into his back, the barbed wire caught and twisted in his skin. Immediately ripping apart his back and bringing a scream from his lips, Sean turned and stamped down on the wire, driving it deeper into Xavier's back, cutting up his own foot in the process. The brother bring in two chair, standing either side of the bloodied and beaten Laroux, they wait for him to get to his feet, before crashing the chairs either side of his head, a sickening thud echoes through the arena as Xavier manages to duck most of the impact and the chairs smash together.
Sean then drives his chair into the back of Xavier's neck, pushing him face first into the mat and his chest slamming down on the already bloody barbed wire! Sean then rolls him over, ripping the wire clean from Xavier's chest with his own bare hands, his blood trickles down his arm as he makes the pin and the Pride of Southie are crowned the new Tag Team Champions!
WINNERS: Pride of Southie
The scene cuts to the back where Noah Nakamura is standing in front of a FAW banner. He is dressed to compete but still has a playful smirk on his face.
Noah Nakamura: Tonight I finally get to fix that major blemish on my career here in FAW. I take on Julian Savell in a Three Stages of Hell match for the FAW Championship. I get to stake my claim as the next champion here and bring the FAW Championship out of the funk that Julian Savell left it in.
Noah rubs at his chin.
Noah Nakamura: You see Julian, I'm ready to step through all the levels of hell to get what I want and that is the FAW Championship. You're time at the top here was fun for you, but now it's come to an end. It's your fault really, you let the championship fall and falter in your hands. Instead of raising the Championship to a new level and making it a landmark Championship, you fell back and rested on what you used to be and used to be able to do.
He shrugs his shoulders and smirks.
Noah Nakamura: Face it Julian, you're not hungry anymore. You don't have that killer instinct like you did when you were proving yourself in this industry. Instead you sit back satisfied and lazy here… And I'm going to pick you off. You wanna say that I've changed as a competitor here Julian? Well, you're damn right I have. I have had to fight, scratch and claw my way through personal attacks and difficult matches. But you Julian? You've changed as well… And so not for the better.
Noah eyes up the camera with a fiery gaze.
Noah Nakamura: So take these last minutes to prepare Julian. Put your things and all that in order because I am taking you to hell tonight… And I'm the only one coming back from it… And I'm coming back as the FAW Champion.
We cut to where new FAW signee, Alexander Parker is standing backstage. He is in dress clothes but is full of enthusiasm.
Alexander Parker: I'm not going to take up too much of the fan’s time here since they want to get back to the great action that this show has been putting on tonight. But I did want to take this moment to say how excited I am to be apart of this great company and to finally get my in ring debut on the next card.
Alexander flashes a big smile.
Alexander Parker: I have no clue who I will be facing or anything like that but I know I'm going to bust my ass for the fans and give you all something amazing to see. This is my dream and now my dream is my reality. You best believe when it's all said and done, Alexander Parker will be one of the all time greats in this sport!
Cage Match
Showcase Championship Match
Gabriel Laroux (c) v Jade Night
Right out of the gate, this was a huge clash of styles. Gabriel with his submission game laced with a dominating physicality while Jade with her fast paced, no second to breath offense partnered with the sharpest of technical maneuvers. She stuck to her high speed offense, keeping Gabriel off his game, trying to not let him target her arms or legs. While Gabriel focused on his brutality, often using the cage as a weapon. At one point in the match, Jade caught Gabriel flush with her Jaded running single leg high knee and was trying to climb out of the cage but the toll taken by that match gave the champion time to recover. Gabriel had slowly started to give chase and in throwing caution to the wind, Jade leapt off of that cage wall, trying to take him out, only for Gabriel to catch her midair with an armbreaker across his knees, transitioning into a Cross Armbreaker, Jade unable to hold out as she tapped out before real damage was done.
WINNER: Gabriel Laroux
The scene cuts backstage to Liam and Sean Callaghan standing in front of a camera that is clearly set up on some table, facing up at them and not being held by anyone. They both have their newly won FAW Tag Titles in their hands as the look seriously into the camera.
Liam Callaghan: You all thought we were joking? You thought Xavier was going to get away again? Well you were all fucking wrong.
Sean leans towards the camera and holds his belt up next to his face.
Sean Callaghan: You see this? This is just the fucking beginning. The Callaghan's are going to run this tag division, which is what we were meant I do. Liam and I don't give a fuck how we got these belts, we EARNED these. We earned them months and months ago. Now they are ours and the rest of you can get fucked!
Liam nods in agreement before slapping Sean on the shoulder.
Liam Callaghan: It doesn't matter what team Zooey Anderson throws at us. Sean and I will be ready and we'll defend these tag titles with pride, that's why we're the Pride of Southie, the Pride of Boston! We're now the Pride of FAW's tag division being the tag champs. So bring all of your contenders, we'll take them all on and we'll give them a fair fight.
Sean Callaghan: Just know that it'll be the hardest fight of their lives. The Callaghan era has begun! Get fucking used to it!
The brothers raise their belts up and slap them together before nodding and walking away and the scene fades out.
Cameras cut backstage, focusing upon an irate “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux as he stormed through the moderately crowded hallways, showing little concern for anyone he happened to bump into. His forehead was banadged, a hint of red shown having leaked through, that bared torso was still stained red in places, aftereffects of that hellacious Barbed Wire Massacre Match. When he finally stopped, he stood in front of a door marked for Fuckin Awesome General Manager Zooey Anderson. Almost instantly, Laroux hammered the bottom of his clenched fist against that door.
Xavier Laroux: GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE ZOOEY, WE GONNA HANDLE THIS!
Slamming his fist against that door once again, he took a step back, preparing himself to kick down that door if need be.Sadly enough, it did not come to that. That door pulled open and from the inside of that locker room, two members of the FAW Security Team stepped out into view. Without saying a word, they shook their heads, standing still in front of that door, denying Xavier access. Slowly, Xavier nodded his head, showing no resistance, as he turned around and walked out of the picture.
No more than a few moments later and Xavier came rushing back into the scene, brandishing a rather thick metal pipe. Jabbing the top of it into the stomach of the closest security guard, he was quick to catch the second in the ribs before he could react to what was going on. Holding the pipe by both ends, he quickly brought it up, slamming it into the head of that doubled over man, sending him crashing back, a newly split gash on his forehead allowing blood to trickle down. Slipping up behind the guard still standing, he brought that pipe around his neck, pulling backwards in an effort to choke him.
Before he could get too into it, more security guards entered the fray, one of them trying to pull Xavier off. For his trouble, Xavier threw his head back, slamming his skull into the bridge of that man’s nose, sending him staggering back, both of his hands moving to cup his face. More and more of those security guards rushed the scene, eventually overpowering Xavier, dragging him to the ground and restraining him.
Xavier Laroux: GET THE FUCK OFFA ME!
He continued to struggle beneath their combined weight. They gathered themselves enough to keep him restrained while pulling him up off of the ground. Despite his struggles, they successfully kept him under control as they drug him off camera, kicking and screaming.
We open to the locker room of Sawyer and Tinsley Reed. Sawyer is figuratively bouncing off walls with excitement after their win tonight.
Sawyer Reed: I can't believe it Tins! We freaking did it! We got our title shot! You were so right… We got this sis!
Tinsley giggles and nods her head quickly, wrapping her arms around her brother she jumps on his back like a spider monkey and lets out an excited noise.
Tinsley Reed: I told you we would do it! We've been working so hard and it all just finally paid off!
Sawyer just starts to laugh.
Sawyer: You know what though? If we are going to make this serious push for the tag team titles, we need a better name than the Wonder Twins… I mean that was Charlie’s nickname for us. We need something that is more… us.
Tinsley jumps down with a slight frown and moves to look up at her brother, letting out a small sigh.
Tinsley Reed: You don't like our team name?!
Sawyer sighs.
Sawyer Reed: I know you do but… I don't know don't you think we need something a bit stronger than Wonder Twins?
Tinsley Reed: Why? We aren't about the grr and the mean stuff, that's never been us! We're about pure wrestling, besides, it's what mom always called us and it makes me feel closer to her…
Tinsley’s eyes look suspiciously puppy dog like as she looks up at her brother.
Tinsley Reed: What did you wanna change it to?
Sawyer: I didn't have an idea right now… But hey, lets just keep it as is and just celebrate this win with Jax and Ciara tonight?
As if on cue Jax suddenly grabs around Tinsley’s waist from behind and she lets out a shocked but excited squeal that turns into a laugh as she spins in his arms to face him, a huge grin on her face.
Tinsley Reed: HI!
Jaxon Reece: Hey baby! Hey Saw! Great win out there guys! Let's get going, I got us a limo to celebrate!
Tinsley grabs both boys by the hands and drags them out of the locker room as all three take off running down the hall, laughing as they go.
Pre Main Event
Falls Count Anywhere Match
Bryan Sweet v Gavin Grimes
The anticipation is huge for this match and the crowd is electric. Each wrestler receives a huge ovation but the crowd seems firmly behind Grimes. Once the opening bell rings they exchange a handshake and a knowing smirk before squaring off. From that moment forward the match is nonstop action with Grimes displaying his trademark risk taking/never say die attitude while Bryan surprises by keeping up with his young opponent despite the age difference. The crowd counts along to numerous near falls and are left with the jaws on the floor as the action spills out of the ring in this Falls Count Anywhere contest. At one point Gavin is carrying a chair towards his downed opponent but as he prepares to strike Bryan leaps up and nails the Sweet Shot super kick, driving the chair into Gavin’s face. Already battered from his previous Empty Arena match against Avery Miles, Gavin crumbles to the pavement as Bryan hooks his leg and goes for the pin only to shock everyone in attendance when Gavin kicks out at two and a half. An exasperated Bryan stares at the referee in shock and thus begins a series of finishing encounters that leave Grimes close to finished but aren’t quite enough. Finally an exhausted Sweet drops to his knees only to see Gavin rise up and leer over him. Bryan shakes his head in disbelief as Gavin lays into him with a series of moves before landing the Crowning headlock driver on the floor of the arena. Gavin hooks the leg and goes for the pin as the fans count along… ONE… TWO… THRE… and miraculously Bryan kicks out! Now it’s Gavin’s turn to shake his head but he shows no quarter. Splaying Bryan out across the announce table Gavin climbs to the top turnbuckle and salutes the crowd before leaping off with a King Splash, only Bryan moves at the last second, sending Gavin careening through the table. Barely able to move Bryan drapes his arm across Gavin’s chest for the three-count. The fans are blowing the roof off the building as both men are helped to their feet and up the ramp by medical personnel. Before they make their way through the curtain they reach out towards one another and hold each other’s hand up high to a deafening ovation from the crowd.
Backstage at Dirty Deeds, The Antagonist Gabriel Laroux was all smiles after the first successful defense of his Showcase Championship. Having dressed down from what he wore in the match, Gabriel stood backstage, a pair of black gym shorts hanging loosely from his waist while his bared torso was exposed for all to see. Above his right eye, a bandage over a fresh wound showed just a portion of what he went through to retain. Holding that championship in his right hand, he gazed down upon the faceplate, a satisfied nod given off.
Gabriel Laroux: It was no easy feat..by any means of the word. But here I stand..still FAW Showcase Champion..as I said I would.
His smile grew much larger as he turned his head to look towards an area off camera, looking at someone in particular.
Gabriel Laroux: And my prize..
Lyric Night smiles softly as she moves to beside him, one hand trailing down his back as she reaches up onto her tiptoes to kiss him, her other hand caressing the back of his neck with a light sigh, as she pulls back slightly she inclines her head towards the belt.
Lyric Night: I, am so incredibly proud of you.
Gabriel Laroux: And that’s what matters most to me. Imagine you’ve been keeping busy, people in and out left and right.
Bringing his hand up, he lightly cupped the side of her face, nodding his head slowly.
Gabriel Laroux: They’re in the best hands I know.
Lyric looks down at her hands with a small smile, glancing back up at him she bites her bottom lip and inclines her head, looking him up and down before she lifts her hand; gently touching a contusion on his cheek.
Lyric Night: Lots of.. Eugh, let's not even talk about it.
She makes a face at him and shakes her head, then her expression melts away into a smile as her hand drops to run over the faceplate of the belt.
Lyric Night: Because we, have serious celebrating to do.
A soft laugh slipped free from behind his curved lips as he nodded his head slowly, moving his head into her touch.
Gabriel Laroux: I’ll help you forget all about it and celebration is a must. This was just the first of many defenses.
She inclines her head towards the camera now and lifts her brows at him with a slow shake of her head, her voice barely above a whisper as she presses closer to him.
Lyric Night: You aren’t going to want an audience for this…
Not even looking towards the man holding the camera, Gabriel waved him off dismissively.
Gabriel Laroux: You’re no longer needed. Go.
His attention returning to focus on Lyric, he wrapped those arms of his around her, pulling her as close as possible. Lowering his head to hers, pressing his lips against hers passionately.
The scene cuts to the back a large hulking man, a fiery redhead with a sinister smile and a vivacious and curly brunette so standing in front of them as they appear before the FAW banner.
Yasmin Caballera: Behind me, stands the future of the FAW Tag Team Division. Forget anything you see tonight, or have seen any other night… There is NO ONE in this division who can bring the style, the flair, the talent and the outright Violence! That you will see at the hands of Young Ink.
Yasmin looks back at the pair and smirks slightly, nodding to Kimi who steps forward; her sinister looking smile spreads as she steps around Yasmin and starts walking up and down in front of the camera.
Kimi Young: My brother and I, are the single most experienced, educated, highly trained and focused tag team you will have ever seen… Yasmin here, may be the mouth of our little team but rest assured kiddies, I have plenty to say and you’re gonna need a shit ton of expletive beeps if you wanna keep this PG…
Yasmin sighs slightly and shakes her head as the large Kameron just chuckles quietly from behind her.
Kimi Young: Tonight a bunch of melodramatics and cry babies are going out there to compete for a shot at something they don’t deserve, so Bostonians, Larouxs, Wondernerds and who the fuck ever… Keep those belts nice and warm because you’re all just place holders.
The large, muscular mountain of a man smirks.
Kameron Young: We will have our eyes on this tag division tonight, hell we have had our eyes on it for a long time now. We are coming for the gold and our hunger for greatness won't be quenched until that point. Fucking Awesome? Yeah we are.
Main Event
Three Stages of Hell Match
(1. Submission 2. Tables 3. Last Man Standing)
Fucking Awesome Championship Match
Julian Savell (c) v Noah Nakamura
Round One: Submission
After a good quick pace for the start of the match, Julian seemed to be gaining the upper hand, but he under estimated the smaller and faster Nakamura who slipped out of his grasp several times. Julian was eventually able to lock Noah up in a chicken wing, but the ropes were reached quickly forcing a break. Noah was quick to his feet, the pair shared some more back and forth, with several hard shots on both sides before Julian speared Noah down hard to the mat, but Noah managed to twist round into an indian deathlock, his small frame managing to keep Julian down until he was forced to tap.
WINNER (1): Noah Nakmura
After the break, the pair moved back to their feet; literally out of nowhere, Julian snapped Noah up and threw him over the top ropes and straight through a table set up on the outside, immediately evening to score to 1 round each.
WINNER (2): Julian Savell
Julian moved to the outside and rolled Noah back into the ring, after a few seconds Noah was to his feet and the pair locked up, Julian bearing down on him and forcing him to take a knee, ramming his own into Nakamura's throat with a solid connection, laying him out. As he swooped down to try and pull Noah up, both feet were planted into Julian's chest; slamming him back into the ropes and catching him into a german suplex, them both going down to the mat hard. Both men got to their feet again trading blows, with a snapping kick the sound of Noah's pads hitting Julian's chest rang through the arena. Noah then barreled into Julian and took them both to the outside.
The pair pulled into eachother and with a flying jump type maneuver, took each other clean through the barrier. Both men are down, sprawled out on the floor their chests heaving as the official begins the count, as he gets to six, both begin to stir, but neither man is to their feet yet, seven...Noah pulls up to his knees... Eight, Julian begins to roll over as Noah grabs the barrier to be up on Nine and finally, then Ten count is made with Noah barely to his feet and Julian face down on the floor.
Julian moved to the outside and rolled Noah back into the ring, after a few seconds Noah was to his feet and the pair locked up, Julian bearing down on him and forcing him to take a knee, ramming his own into Nakamura's throat with a solid connection, laying him out. As he swooped down to try and pull Noah up, both feet were planted into Julian's chest; slamming him back into the ropes and catching him into a german suplex, them both going down to the mat hard. Both men got to their feet again trading blows, with a snapping kick the sound of Noah's pads hitting Julian's chest rang through the arena. Noah then barreled into Julian and took them both to the outside.
The pair pulled into eachother and with a flying jump type maneuver, took each other clean through the barrier. Both men are down, sprawled out on the floor their chests heaving as the official begins the count, as he gets to six, both begin to stir, but neither man is to their feet yet, seven...Noah pulls up to his knees... Eight, Julian begins to roll over as Noah grabs the barrier to be up on Nine and finally, then Ten count is made with Noah barely to his feet and Julian face down on the floor.
WINNER: (3): Noah Nakamura
WINNER: Noah Nakamura
As Julian is checked on by medical professionals, Noah makes his way over to the other side of the outside, just before the ramp sits a very pregnant April Sixx the two share a kiss before Noah is handed the FAW Championship! She applauds as the fans get to their feet, cheering for their new Champion. Just as Noah raises the belt above his head, he is suddenly slammed into the barrier right in front of Sixx who lets out a scared yelp.
Jade Night begins to stomp down on the fallen Noah, who tries to fight her off but is so beaten up from the match she eventually stomps him down into the mats, she leans over the barrier and smiles right in the face of April before using the barrier to pull herself up on the barrier and jump down on Noah hard, before she can grab the title, security flood the scene and pull her away, she allows herself to be pulled back as she laughs, making the sign of a title around her waist.
As Julian is checked on by medical professionals, Noah makes his way over to the other side of the outside, just before the ramp sits a very pregnant April Sixx the two share a kiss before Noah is handed the FAW Championship! She applauds as the fans get to their feet, cheering for their new Champion. Just as Noah raises the belt above his head, he is suddenly slammed into the barrier right in front of Sixx who lets out a scared yelp.
Jade Night begins to stomp down on the fallen Noah, who tries to fight her off but is so beaten up from the match she eventually stomps him down into the mats, she leans over the barrier and smiles right in the face of April before using the barrier to pull herself up on the barrier and jump down on Noah hard, before she can grab the title, security flood the scene and pull her away, she allows herself to be pulled back as she laughs, making the sign of a title around her waist.
