Post by Ana Valentine on Jul 24, 2017 21:18:36 GMT
Fucking Awesome Wrestling Presents:
Hardcore Open Invitational (Round One)
Live from Las Vegas, Nevada
Sunday July 23rd
SEGMENT
: It has befallen us finally... judgement day where all the questions are finally answered...
Suddenly Phoenix Quagliaterre walks into plain view of the camera while pulling her tan robe on before sitting down on the couch of the locker room, kicking back to relax.
Phoenix: In the very locker room of YOUR Favorite Drug as i rest up for the big match to watch who succeeds tonight and who falls harder to the ground than Carny Pro did.
A amusing smirk growing, she dramatically sighs as her right hand rakes through her flowing hair.
Phoenix: My Phenatics are here in their Sauce shirts and foam fingers, my best friends, family, friends.... all waiting to see the Firebird stage herself a comeback... a comeback that will be successful as i have to unfortunately make an example out of someone i consider family. Do you see this face?
Phoenix blankly blinks at the camera as she points at her face, the nonchalance showing strongly as she shrugs her shoulders.
Phoenix: This is the, 'I dont care if you're a Laroux because I'm still kicking your ass', face. I dont bend over to give up a win just because you're family and besides, you're the wrong Laroux for me to bend over for.
Her shining green eyes hold amusement as she begins to slowly sit up.
Phoenix: Tonight is the night where the chains break and the Firebird is unleashed... to bestow onto you a beating that you will NEVER forget and one that you are in dire need of considering your life choices as of late to become Lennox's licking spoon. For weeks, you have taunted your brothers and stood on the wrong side of the war that has been waged... thinking that you are on the winning side. But now... i join this fight as i fight on the winning side, the Queen to your Court Jester as i reign supreme over you and have to be forced to show you what happens when you cross the royal family. Tonight, i shut you down and make you eat your words so i hope that you're hungry because you're going to get fed well.. The world already has YOUR favorite drug so allow me to introduce you to YOUR favorite pain... and there's no prescription for me.
SEGMENT
Backstage we see FAW's own interviewer, Kasey White standing by with one of the participants for tonight's Hardcore Invitational, Julliet Brooks.
Kasey White: Julliet, tonight you go one on one with Kurtis Gordon in the first round.. how do you feel about that?
Julliet Brooks: I feel alive and ready. As I've stated before these kind of matches are right up my alley and this is the most opportunistic time to let my actions speak volumes.
She paces back and forth and clenches her hands as she scanned from behind making sure no one was present.
Kasey White: Do you feel like the advantage is on your side considering this is his first match ever?
Julliet Brooks: I want to say yes, but at the same time he could pull an upset and shock the word by beating me. However that scenario is unlikely to happen, because while he is writing out his goals on a piece of paper, I'm crushing them and becoming better with each given time. if he chooses not to believe the words that come out my mouth, I'll have no choice, but to painfully display it in front of everyone.
A sort of demonic smile forms as the thought replays in her mind.
Kasey White: Do you believe this win will mean more to you than it would for him?
Julliet Brooks: That's a dumb question of course I think a win would mean more to me. In fact any win would to be honest, but one is special, because It means I would advance to the second round and be that much closer in line to grasping it. The better question you should have asked, Kasey is what exactly does he bring to the table? Apparently he believes he brings alot judging by the showboating he is doing by posting a photo on social media with a shitty title he won at his friends backyard. In fact that'll be the closet thing he'll ever come to claiming gold once I'm through wiping the floor with him then I'll waltz my way up the brackets and glorify my impressive win.
She walks away and leaves Kasey standing there.
SEGMENT
The feed cuts to the backstage area wear newcomer Kurtis Gordon is standing in front of the camera. He is already dressed to compete, having been waiting for this tournament for weeks now.
Kurtis Gordon: I doubt that many of you know who I am right now. I mean, in my section of this bracket there are names like Zuri Chastain, Betsy Granger, Matt Shields, and Mariano Fernandez. All of these people have competed in companies that all of you can name. You could pick them out of a lineup, or spot them in a crowd. These are names you know, personalities that you are familiar with, and people that you're excited about. Whether you want to see them get punched in the mouth and eliminated early, or you want to see them go all the way, you still wanted to see them in this tournament. Another person that should have been on that list is my opponent, Julliet Brooks. A name that wasn't on that list, and rightly so, was my own.
He brings his hands together in front his his chest, rubbing his palms against one another. He shrugs, a light frown on his face, but shakes it off.
Kurtis Gordon: That's okay with me though. Like I said, I wasn't expecting to enter this thing as a known commodity, and that is actually my advantage. Julliet Brooks can have all the experience in the world in a match without rules, but what seems to go over her head is how that works against her. It means everything she would think to do, all of the ways she wants to use the stipulation against me, every move she is going to make, I have been able to watch, over and over, and over again since the movement she was announced as my opponent.
The frown on his face is replaced with a condescending smirk. He rolls his shoulders, lowering his arms to his side.
Kurtis Gordon: A couple of weeks ago Julliet came out to the ring and told all of you that she was going to send me packing all the way back to whatever company I worked for. I let it slide then, because we were really just getting started. Then, the other day, she said she was going to be like nobody that I have ever seen before. To me, that means that before she opened her mouth two weeks ago, she had no idea who I was. I don't work for any company. I train at the Jet City Sports Lab, and have yet to ink a deal anywhere other than being a part of this tournament. The other day, she proved she hasn't learned a damn thing in the last couple weeks, because she didn't even realize she was my first ever opponent.
He raises up his right hand, with only his index finger extended out towards the camera.
Kurtis Gordon: So I just have one question for her, and for all of you...
The smirk on his face grows into a full smile.
Kurtis Gordon: If she doesn't know anything about me, how is she anywhere close to ready to take me on? I might be new, but I'm more than prepared, and more than ready for this fight. I want to make it to the end of this thing, not go out in the first round. We'll have to wait and see if I can make that happen.
He winks, and then takes a few steps forward, walking out of the frame to the left to the camera as the feeds fades to black.
Hardcore Rules
Sabrina Ramirez v Wren Sweet
Wren Sweet appeared ready to go, despite this being her first match ever; she went straight for her opponent, a calf kick followed by a trip to hang Sabrina up on the ropes was followed up by her tossing her opponent to the outside, slipping through the ropes she slowly paced up and down the apron whilst waiting for Sabrina to get up; pausing to pose for the crowd before jumping off the apron to the now standing Ramirez, taking her down with an elbow drop.
Wren rolled up onto her knees and reached up the apron for the first weapon her hands found, pulling out a folded chair she drew up to her feet and trailed the chair along the floor behind her as she made her way over to Sabrina, raising the chair she displayed some cocky overconfidence, lingering with the chair in the air just long enough for Sab to drive a shoulder up into her gut.
As Wren dropped the chair, Sabrina popped up and spinning on her heels, caught Wren off guard with an overhead suplex into the steel steps, Sweet crashing through them and instinctively holding her head as she went, catching most of the damage with her back. Slowly crawling up to her knees, Wren found herself looking up at a smiling Sabrina.
Ramirez suddenly flew sideways into the barrier, a chair coming down across her back and then slamming against the back of her head, trapping it between the chair and the barrier. A young brunette turning and holding her hand out to a smiling Wren who took her hand to pull herself up. The pair embraced briefly before Wren turned back to her opponent, slamming her boot into the back of Sabrina’s head.
Dropping to her knees, she pressed one again Sabrina’s spine and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking Sabrina’s head back, Wren drove her knee deeper into her back, arching her spine over her knee, using her free hand, Wren gently moved Sabrina’s hair from her face and leaned in close, asking her if she was ready to quit.
With the help of her accomplice, Wren the pulled Sabrina up and slammed her into the destroyed steps with a double powerbomb before picking up the three count.
Winner: Wren Sweet.
Aaron Bass: And Wren picks up the first win of the night, with the assist from Cami McGatha.. Daughter of Drew McGatha the man who trained Wren’s own trainer Cody Hawkins…
Kelly Humphries: You have to wonder how Drew and Bryan feel seeing their daughters out here tonight, if nothing else; The Legacy lives on.
SEGMENT
Joshua Sabin is seen getting ready for his match in the back. He finishes lacing up his boots and turns to the camera. He is in his ring gear and a Boston Strong sleeveless shirt.
Joshua Sabin: I know I'm an unknown in this… I don't even have a company to call my own. But that doesn't matter to me. This is my coming out party, this is me showing that I am Boston Strong and your last name doesn't have to be Callaghan to break out of Boston and into the wrestling word.
He chuckles a bit before letting out a slight sigh.
Joshua Sabin: Tonight I take on Kate Steele. She's obviously had more success in this sport than I have but I'm not going to let that deter me. Because despite being a one time world champion and seven time extreme champion… She's never faced anyone like me. I have that rare mix of power, speed and agility that only comes around once in a generation. But physical traits aside? I have a good head on my shoulders that is focused and motivated to move on and eventually win this entire Hardcore Invitational.
Sabin nods his head slightly and smiles to the camera.
Joshua Sabin: My name might not be a household one or even one that people really have seen on Twitter. And regardless of what everyone that can toss out all their accolades and achievements for hours on end would have you believe… It's good to be the unknown in this situation. So while you all can hype yourselves up, I'm happy being the unknown person. Because I pretty much all of you… But how many of you can say you really know what to expect when it comes with me?
Sabin’s smile slowly grows now.
Joshua Sabin: Gonna be fun seeing you all out there.
SEGMENT
We cut to the backstage area and as soon as we do we are treated to the site of a man wielding a pony tail. That man is none other than Teddy Warren. He can’t help but chuckle as he keeps his eyes locked on the camera and standing next to him is a small petite blonde woman. That woman happens to be none other than Kate Steele. Kate smiles as her blonde hair is free flowing down her back she licks her lips slightly as Teddy looks into the heart of the camera.
Teddy Warren: Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls it is my pleasure to introduce you to the woman who will be winning the FAW Hardcore Invitational. She’s a punk rock star, she’s an amazing wrestler, and standing at five foot 2 she is a little bad ass fire cracker locked away in a jar.
Kate smiles as she slowly turns her head to her husband with a slight giggle.
Kate Steele: I truly appreciate the warm welcome but let me just make something clear. When I signed up to be apart of this tournament I did so with the intention that I was going to win the entire thing. It would be amazing to eventually finding my way into fighting Cass. After all Cass used to be in my band and now I am supposed to take her seriously as this goddess of Hardcore wrestling?! I HAVE MADE MY NAME ON BEING EXTREMELY VIOLENT! Seven times in this business I have risen to the very top. I have made my mark and have dwelled in the land of extreme.
Teddy Warren: It doesn’t matter the city I guarantee my wife has stayed overnight in a hospital there. She has received concussion after concussion and yet she is still fighting because she’s a warrior and she isn’t going to let anybody in this tournament deter her from what she is really is after. A chance to be a champion. A chance to be the best… A chance to be….
Kate Steele: I am going to kill Joshua Sabin… He’s wishing me good luck like that matters to me. I am going to use him as an example because he doesn’t even deserve to be in the same ring with me. To be honest you want to know what I want more than anything else right now?! A chance to shut Alicia Lukas up. She has nonstop been running her mouth about me. Taking little pot shots at me and this has been going on across many companies, many different feds. I hope I could run into her here because bitches will be put in their place.
Teddy Warren: But in due time babe… In due time… Right now the only thing that matters is taking things one match at a time, one step at a time, and Joshua you happen to be the first unlucky individual on the Kate reclaims her Hardcore supremacy world tour. I hope you don’t mind being an after thought because after she wipes the floor with you we will be onward to something else.
Kate Steele: The nearest hospital better get a bed ready because Joshua will be needing it before the night is over. See you in the ring.
With that Kate and Teddy leave the backstage area as they head towards the ring.
Hardcore Rules
Julliet Brooks v Kurtis Gordon
Julliet stood ready in the ring, clearly taking no prisoners as she stands beside her bed of nails, a smirk on her face as she watched Gordon head towards the ring, she licks her lips as he matches her smirk with his own, looking unimpressed at her big show, he takes his time to approach the ring and she is quick to appear irritated by it. Moving towards the ropes she demands he gets in the ring, popping up he pulls her over the top rope and slams her down to the outside, taking her completely by surprise, she doesn’t have time to prep for the fall and hits the outside hard.
Pulling a pair of brass knuckles from his tights, Kurtis slips them on and mounts the fallen Brooks, straddling her chest he grabs her hair and yanks her head up, roughly running the knuckles over her cheek he taunts her, leaning in close. He quickly rears back as she spits in his face at the proximity and his actions, as he rears back she brings her knee up and slams it into his kidney!
As he rolls off her, both roll back to their feet and he is quick to run at her with a spear, driving her into the edge of the ring but she grabs up at the rope and uses the top of her boot to come up hard between his legs, as he stumbles back she stamps down at the same spot but misses and hits his inner thigh.
Using the momentary distraction she rolls up into the rings and stalks him, as he comes into the ring she goes for a suplex but her turns it on her and with a belly to back throws her straight down on her own nails! Her skin tears on impact and her blood trickles onto the canvas as she slowly pulls up; but as he approaches she baseball slides out his shins, slamming him face and hands first into the same nails! Up to her feet she steps on his back, driving his chest down into the nails and rocks back on her heels, viciously driving him into the nails.
Pure adrenaline and brute strength allowing him to push up and throw her off him, as he rolls over to the canvas on his back, his front is a river of wet, stickly blood and Julliet grins before moving around him to snap him up in the deathlock, his bloodied and beaten form unable to hold out.
Winner: Julliet Brooks
SEGMENT
The scene cuts backstage to Jay Gallagher standing in front of a camera with a serious look on his face. He’s wearing black jeans and a white T, with his long hair flowing down past his shoulders.
Jay Gallagher: Tonight, I go up against Luke Jackson. He’s been around for a few years but what has he done? Honestly? The guy has been in and out of FGA and what has he really done there? Has he improved? Has he moved up the ranks? The answer is no. So here he is, trying to desperately find a bit of glory here in this FAW Hardcore Invitational.
Jay scoffs and shakes his head.
Jay Gallagher: Shitty thing about that, Luke? You’re not going to get past me. Your twitter handle says you’re rebuilt, the new Luke Jackson basically. What was wrong the old one? Let me tell you, he’s not very good and he’s the same as the rebuilt Luke. Just because you slap a name on something, doesn’t mean shit. You’re still the same vanilla, boring Luke Jackson. The same guy who was more known for having a weird three way romance with Jessica Sears and Ricky Valero. Seems like you haven’t recovered from the, huh?
Jay laughs and shrugs.
Jay Gallagher: The thing is, you’re not going to recover from the loss you suffer to me tonight. See you soon.
He nods and walks away and the scene fades out.
SEGMENT
The camera moves outside of the arena, where it is quiet. A picnic table is set up on the side of the building, and a man is sitting on the tabletop of the picnic table. His hands are together, and he looks out into the distance. Just Gray Malone, sitting alone, contemplating his thoughts, when he turns and realizes, the entire arena crowd is watching him now, via the camera. His face is somber, as he turns away from the camera, and speaks.
Gray: I am saddened, truly at what happened to you B. Epic. You lost to Larissa Jackson in a tough contest. Normally I would say, you win some, and you lose some, but this isn’t the case. For you ended up on the recieving end of a heinous attack from Isaac Jordan and Oskar Brozovic. Your face was slammed in the concrete until you were opened up. You were thrown head first into a windshield. And to cap it off, your head was sandwiched between the concrete and a steel chair.
He shakes his head.
Gray: Of course the men that did this to you, would claim it was just business. Yet it did me no favor. Because no one has seen you since. I am pretty sure, you are not even here this evening. I had a match with Wren Sweet, and it would have been a great contest, but yet the cards got shuffled, and I ended up coming here tonight to face you, Epic. Yet I don’t see that happening. Instead it looks as if, I move on, just because two men that has nothing to do with this tournament, had business to attend to.
He looks up, into the camera.
Gray: Wherever you are, Epic, I wish you the best. Granted, I would have done anything I could in our match to bust you open just as easily as Jordan and Brozovic did. But they stole my chance at showing everyone in this tournament that I have truly changed for the better. Instead, I stand in the back, and perhaps get a forfeit win. I move on in this tournament, in a shameful way, and I await the winner of Ace Watson and Joey Ortega. And I contemplate on how I can show everyone in the next round, that if you sleep on Gray Malone…..you will never wake the same again.
I wish you both good luck, Watson and Ortega. Whichever one of you proves to be the toughest, and more hardcore….I welcome you to your next round. And I promise that is where either one of you will end. Because whatever becomes of the both of you this round…..in the next round, with Me?
He stands on the ground.
Gray: You Lose.
He turns and walks toward the buses parked in the parking lot.
Hardcore Rules
Joshua Sabin v Kate Steele
Sabin and Steele rounded each other in the ring, Kate seems almost hesitat and capitalizing on that Josh was quick to slam her down into the mat with a clean bulldog into the waiting chair he had set up just moments before. Kate was quick to roll outside, holding her face with a low groan. Josh made chase though and was on her, she fought him off at first, going blow for blow with him but eventually came up short and found herself on the end of two punishing shoulder barges to the chest, backed up against the barrier, Josh brought her up only to slam her spine first across the barrier, all but breaking her in half.
Dragging the all but broken Kate back into the ring, Josh was quick to bring her up onto his shoulders and throw her over the top ropes with a converted powerbomb, dropping her with a hard slam onto the outside. Once more following her out, he this time hooked the leg for the pin.
Winner: Joshua Sabin
SEGMENT
We fall backstage to Trixie holding her finger to her lips on a live broadcast dressed ready to compete moments before her match.
TRIXIE:"Shhhh."
Trixie lifts her finger and her eyes dart slowly side to side for a brief couple of moments with no audio whatsoever until Trixie lowers her hand down to her hip and brings her hazel eyes to the camera.
TRIXIE:"Sorry. It's just been awfully quiet from my opponent Maxx. I thought I'd just allow you to embrace what I've felt for a just over a week. Pleasant Silence."
At that moment Trixie glances at her phone, moving onto her next point she wishes to address. Flashing a big smile, all made up to be camera ready.
TRIXIE:"I tweeted and I'm going to reiterate my tweet. I'm choosing to believe this silence is Maxx Dawson being totally into her workout, totally into some kind of superb and tactical study of myself that she hasn't had the time to promote and went as far to delete her account to avoid any and all distractions. I'm choosing to believe that's what she did, because it is a very good strategy."
Trixie does a semi-impressed nod and clears her throat, knocking her hair back over her shoulders to stand bold, full of confidence before the camera.
TRIXIE:"When facing the Prime Girl, you have to throw everything into your work. No tweeting what you're listening to. No WCW's or MCMs, work your butt off because you're facing an Indy Champion. An Ultraviolent TV Champion and a two time Genesis Champion. And this hardcore training I'm choosing to believe my opponent is doing, well, in a matter of moments, I'll prove it just isn't enough still. In a matter of moments, my tenure in So-Cal Ultraviolent is going to come out. I'll be using all that Ultraviolent knowledge in the Hardcore Invitational to show Maxx Dawson and the rest of the participants lucky enough to advance that...it doesn't matter how hard you train, how much pain you put yourself through and how many matches you watch. You're still just not there. There's no more time left to train Maxx. So get yourself in the ring, ready for the Superkick Sentry Gun, The Prime Girl, Bad Kitty Trixie to rip you out of the tournament. No hard feelings."
SEGMENT
The cameras cut to backstage where Tanner Halsey is walking alongside his fiancee Rylee Mackenzie, the pair are talking and joking together when they turn the corner and Rylee bumps shoulders with Maxx Dawson. Before they can say anything, Maxx scoffs loudly at Rylee and rolls her eyes before muttering something under her breath.
Rylee rears back as though to go for Maxx, but Tanner steps between them and holds his hands out at her, shaking his head.
Tanner Halsey: Babe, stop or you’re gonna get kicked out!
Rylee Mackenzie: You hear that fuckin bitch?
Tanner Halsey: Yeah, I heard her alright…
Once Rylee is calmed,Tanner turns and grabs Maxx by the hair, slamming her face over and over against the wall he matches each slam with a hard knee to her kidneys, Maxx yelps in pain as her nose explodes and blood flies everywhere but Tanner still doesn’t stop until eventually, Security have to rush in and break it up.
Hardcore Rules
Jay Gallagher v Luke Jackson
Jay and Luke put on a good show for the fans, initially starting off brawling in the ring; Luke was first to bring in a weapon, pulling out powder from his tights and trying to blow it into the eyes of Jay, but Jay blew the power first and blinded his opponent with his own trick, pulling him out the ring and clearing the announcers table, Jay then drove Jackson through the table with a DDT, pinning him in the wreckage for the count.
Winner: Jay Gallagher
SEGMENT
The scene opens in the back where Empire Wrestling’s representative, Tanner Halsey is sitting on some production crates with his feet propped up on a box in front of him.
Tanner Halsey: So, tonight I take on a made man in this industry. I take on a guy that's a multi-time champion, has super name recognition and is a social media darling. Everyone knows the name of Gavin fucking Grimes, right? Let's be brutally honest here, only reason I'm in the main event is cause of this pop star lookin fuck. And to be even more brutally honest? I'm more than happy to ride his coattails into the main event.
Tanner lets out a chuckle.
Tanner Halsey: I'm barely known in this industry, hell I’m barely known in Empire. That'll change though, gonna win the CWC Tag Team Championships with my babe Rylee and tonight I'm gonna knock off Gavin Grimes. Sure you can chuckle under your breath or laugh in my face about this claim but end of the day? My hand is the one that'll be raised in victory, not Gavin’s.
He drops his feet off the box in front of him and stands up on the production crate he was sitting on.
Tanner Halsey: So from where I'm standing? I'm looking down at Melina and Court wondering which of them lucky ladies I get to give the Gavin Grimes treatment and bounce them early from this tournament. Sorry babes… It's all about Tanner in this tournament.
He winks at the camera as he hops off the crates, laughing as he walks down the hallway.
SEGMENT
Luke Jackson smiles as he looks at the camera. He was always happy even if it didn't seem it. But this was a big moment for him.
Luke Jackson: Why am I in this tournament? It is simple I want to be here because I need to prove something. I need to prove that I am not a joke that I can take chances and I can make them work. I have always been someone that people look down on because people push me aside and think that I cannot do it. But I am here to prove that I can do it.
He takes another deep breath as he looks at the camera.
Luke Jackson: I know what the outsiders are going to say. That Luke Jackson took a big chance and it is one that he is going to fuck up. I get it man, I have always been that way and it pisses me off. Moving into this tournament and seeing the names in it, I know that I will have a hard time I know that the odds are stacked against me and all of that. But don't we all have that in this tournament? Aren't people wondering who is going to win? Aren't people looking to see who will fuck up? Well man I am here not to fuck up but I'm here to do damn well. It starts with you Jay Gallagher.
He points to the camera and nods his head.
Luke Jackson: Jay, I want you and I to have the match of the night. I know that we can do it. But buddy I am not going to let you beat me. I am going to shine in this tournament.
He smiles as the scene fades to black.
Hardcore Rules
Maxx Dawson v Trixie
Maxx Dawson unable to compete.
Winner: Trixie (Via Forfeit)
SEGMENT
The scene cuts to the back as Melina Wilson is standing there. She knew a lot were counting her out, more so she had just been out for over a year. She had a smirk on her face, as she was ready to show she was ready to get back in the ring, and to show she could do this, could be hardcore.
Melina: I know some of you know me, and some don't. That's fine for ones who don't. You will all find out who I am. I may look like nothing, but I am more than that. I may of been gone for awhile, but I am back, and ready to move on in the invitational, and show I can be hardcore. I know I am known for being many things, my mouth, who I been with, and not to mention the false rumors, but none of that matters when I get in that ring. The ring is a different story, it's all bets off.
She looks down for a few minutes, before she looks back up.
Melina: They say new beginnings, new life, it can bring tons of joy, and pleasure. I am in a new begining, a new life, and I plan on bringing job and pleasure by making any, and all who step into the ring with me feel more pain than they ever felt before. They are going to see with this new life, I'm done playing games. Anyone think I am playing, they can just try to eliminate me. Anyone who tries good luck on that one.
She winks at the camera, before she walks away as the camera cuts out.
SEGMENT
Katie Anderson is sitting in a wooden chair in a dark room the only light is a single light bulb from over head, Katie has a confident smirk as the camera focuses on her face.
Katie: Jared Bishop you say the past has shaped you, you say that it's made stronger well I hope it has because you are going to need every ounce of that strength when you face me. You have no idea about what I've had to deal with in the past, you have no idea the pain I have endured but when we face off you will. When I get you in the ring I will make you feel the pain I've felt that is no threat Jared that is a promise.
Katie holds up a picture of Jared Bishop she looks at it and smirks as she talks to it
Katie: You seem to think that I only talk trash on Twitter, you seem to think I can't back it up. That's good keep thinking that because I will be more than happy to show you that I can and will not only back it up but I will put you on your ass. I will agree with you on one thing we do all have something to prove in this tournament, and we are in the tournament to win. The real question for me though is do you have the heart to do what needs to be done? To be totally honest with you I don't think that you do, you can call that arrogant if you want but I know the desire that burns in me, I know the will that I have to prove that I am not just a pretty face and I know that I have to determination to win this tournament and win the Hardcore title.
She rips the picture to shreds and tosses them into the air
Katie: I'll see you real soon Jared I hope you're ready, I hope you bring everything you have because I sure as hell will be. This is gonna be a war I will not back down, I will not stop until I am standing over you. This is my time, this is my tournament you are just the first stepping stone.
Katie stands and kicks the chair from behind her it slides across the floor and hits the wall she walks to the door and opens it, she stops and turns looking over her shoulder and smirks
Katie: Your time is running out Jared I'm not coming to play games with you, you'll find that out the hard way.
The camera fades as she walks out the door and shuts it.
SEGMENT
Cameras are shown backstage with two men who are in the locker room and it's very much known that Lord Raab hates cameras being around him before his matches, but little does he know that the cameras are hidden in his locker room and Henry speaks.
Henry Losak: "This girl is addicted to alcohol? Like seriously?"
Lord Raab: "The thought of me fighting against someone who has alcohol problems makes me sick. I was expecting someone who was addicted to hardcore wrestling like myself and a few others, but I get this stupid girl instead."
Henry Losak: "OK, but you should take her seriously dude. I mean she could beat you if you overlook her. She might've achieved more in the business than you have."
Lord Raab: "Maybe so, but I don't give a fuck what Ayano has done. The name already doesn't spell somebody who's that passionate about wanting to fuck me up. Then again, I could be proven wrong. Sad to say you know I have a very hard time respecting female wrestlers as it is. I hate all female wrestlers down to the pit of my body."
Henry Losak: "Which is why you always aim to fuck up people. Heck, every company you've been apart of, you've won a hardcore title, except for one we won't name, but the thing is you're very much a dangerous competitor. You give no fucks on what people say, you go out there and beat them."
Raab laughs as he speaks again.
Lord Raab: "Fuck her because she may cause a big stir during this tournament, but I'm the one who's gonna win the whole damn tournament because I'm the most dangerous wrestlers in hardcore division. I love beating people viciously and violently. I love beating people with weapons and fuck them up so bad that they'll bleed, much like I love beating from my body too. I love being hit by weapons and love being in pain cos that's how I got into wrestling in the first place was by competing in hardcore matches back in Germany."
Henry Losak: "For sure and Ayano, you may blow Raab off as a threat from what you've heard about him, but he's not won titles in Hardcore division for nothing. He exiles at it and he wants to always be the top hardcore wrestler in wrestling. He was eliminated in the second round of the last hardcore tournament he had in Carnage Wrestling and it could happen tonight if you aren't careful."
Lord Raab: "Indeed and I aim to hurt her in anyway I can to overcome this stupid alcoholic and advance through the tournament to go out there and win the whole thing."
That was that as the cameras go elsewhere to another location backstage.
Hardcore Rules
Court Kivisto v Melina Wilson
As soon as the bell rang, Melina spun her body around and threw her leg up to catch Court with that spinning heel kick, her trademark Wilson Kick! Quickly, she dropped for the cover, hooking both legs. Just before the count of three, Court threw her shoulder up off of the canvas, breaking the count. Not to be deterred by this, Melina got back to her feet, pulling Court with her. A quick Irish whip after would be followed by Melina storming in towards Court.
The youngest Kivisto slipped away, maneuvering her way to the ring apron. Jumping up, her hands gripping the top set of ropes tightly as she swung in to drive the soles of both boots into the stomach of Melina, sending her crashing back. Slipping the rest of the way in, she dropped to mount the fallen Wilson, raining down rights and lefts.
After a few moments, Court backed off, stalking her opponent. Moving in as Melina raised up to a kneel, she was met with a back elbow connecting to her stomach for her troubles. Court stumbling back, Melina had the time she needed to collect herself and get back up to her feet. She met the still staggered Kivisto with a Spinning Neckbreaker. Another cover made, again only getting a count of two got her efforts. Slight frustration showing as kept on Court, raining stomps down onto her. As she bent down to pick Court up, the youngest Kivisto sent her crashing back, head first, into the middle turnbuckle.
This allowed time for Court to get control of Melina, bringing her up to the top rope. Joining her up there, she carefully hooked her up before diving off into that Avalanche Bloody Sunday, the Finnish Hangover! Melina bounced up and over from the impact as Court moved in to make the cover, hooking both legs securely. The official dropped for the count, Court getting the three!
Winner: Court Kivisto.
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Jared Bishop: Well Katie, we are finally about to face off. The talking back and forth that we have done is about to be over. Only one of us can walk out the winner in this match and we are going to fight and well it is going to be fun.
He shakes his head.
Jared Bishop: I have been busy as of late fighting the Pack and well it hasn't gone so well yet. I was left a mess after our match but this is different Katie. I don't have to worry about the Pack in this match all I have to worry about is you and well I know I can beat you. You might not like it, and you might not agree with it but I know that I can beat you. You can talk about how you are going to leave me a bloody mess at the end of the match but you will be in the same state that I am in. I will beat you within an inch of your life.
He smiles and winks to the camera.
Jared Bishop: You see going up against you in this match is time for me to prove that the Pack hasn't killed me yet. If they want to beat me they have to kill me just like you'll have to kill me to beat me.
Hardcore Rules
Jared Bishop v Katie Anderson
At the sound of the bell, Katie is immediately the aggressor bullying Jared into the corner and connecting with quick punches. Before too long the action spills out of the ring with Katie keeping the pressure on Jared by sending him shoulder first into the steps. Anderson goes for the homer in shot with a chair but Bishop is able to move and she just hits the ring steps instead.
Bishop is able to knock the chair from Anderson and follow up with a big DDT on the ringside floor. Bishop goes under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick that he repeatedly snaps over the back and shoulders of Anderson with an echoing thud. Bishop only stops his assault after the kendo stick breaks apart from the hits. Bishop then tosses Anderson head first into the ring post outside of the ring, busting open Katie’s face. Jared mouths Anderson and starts to punch against her head, making it more of a bloody mess. He rolls her into the ring but only gets a two count.
Bishop takes a moment to get a table from the outside and bring it in the ring, setting it propped up in the corner. He goes and gets another table but before he can set it up Anderson spears him through the table in the corner. She slowly tries to cover him but is only able to get a near fall. Anderson is the first to her feet and sets up the second table Bishop brought in the ring. She then sets Jared Bishop up in the top turnbuckle but when she climbs up to get him, Bishop fires off with a series of punches. Anderson fires back with a few of her own as both competitors tilt and wobble on the top rope. Anderson is finally able to hook Bishop and take him all the way down and through the table with a superplex. Anderson lands on top of Bishop as the referee counts the three.
Winner: Katie Anderson
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The Scene opens up and Kenni Killswitch is backstage She is painting her nails and chewing a piece of gun rather annoyingly. She has her cell phone out on speaker, a call already being made. A few moments pass and the voicemail for Kuk Killswitch picks up. Kenni gives an exasperated sigh and starts to leave a message.
“Daddyyyyyy! You're not supposed to ignoooooreeeee meeeeeee.”
The young woman whines with a pout on her face. This only lasts for a few seconds before a scowl replaces her pout.
“But that's not important right now. I was training to fight against that weird gross sicko. But now I have to fight some oldie. Janet Vin diesel rooster. Or something like that. I'm not worried though. I can totally take him. I'm the future fractured face of Hardcore wrestling. He's not the future anything. Hold on.”
Kenni blows her nails to dry them off. When she's done she goes to pick up the nail polish but a backstage hand bumps into her slightly and knocks the polish all over the back of Kenni’s hand. The girl who calls herself 2Chainz jumps up and immediately back hands the young man leaving a nasty print and a little bit of nail polish on his face.
“What's wrong with you idiot. Do you want to die. That nail polish is Beyoncés. She let me borrow it. It's freaking worth a thousand dollars. Can you afford to get me more. No get out of here.”
The man turns around with his head hanging down and hand on his cheek and starts to walk away.
“Wait. Come back. I'm sorry you got something on your face. Let me get it for you.”
The young Killswitch say. The man turns around lifting his head only for a cloud of pink mist to hit his face. Kenni laughs and walks off as the man is grasping at his eyes and screaming while rolling on the ground.
“I'm back daddy. Well anyways. Jam Van deep Roast better be ready. I know I am. Gotta go daddy. Byyyyyyyyyeeeeeee.”
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Backstage, in a locker room, the camera opens to show dozens of tiny scars, etched into weathered, tanned skin.
So here we are in Vegas and we are about to get effing awesome…
The view zooms out slowly, showing more scars on more skin, across the back and shoulders, including two very prominent scars, one vertical, one horizontal, along the neck.
And yes, I am cleaning it up a little bit. Why? Because, you know, as much as I want to be as non-politically correct as everyone else, and as it was pointed out, there is a seven-year-old girl at home and she does not need to hear me dropping f-bombs all over the place.
The torso turns around, showing minor scarring across the chest, shoulders, and torso.
Of course, the bigger question was asked- Why is the old man getting involved? Because some other dumbass decided to let reality get in the way of things.
The view opens and shows the determined face of Jan van der Roost.
So Kenny Killswitch, you now have a bigger problem. It i's called a Reality Check. Little girl, I have been on the wrestling longer than you have been alive.
Jan’s focus is still on the camera as he slowly tapes up his wrists and hands, precise in his movements.
I have gone through more hardcore, death matches and shoot fights, as well asl bar fights then you have even thought about. You want to come at me with the old’ oh He's too old, He’s too slow He's got nothing left in the tank, He's got kids at home.” If it makes you feel any better, little girl, you almost won Rooster Bingo... almost... If you had just used ‘He forgot to take his Ensure, or maybe Does he have his Depends underneath his gear?’ then maybe you might actually have won.
Jan tears off the tape, and pounds his fist into his open palm.
The bottom line is this- Miss Killswitch, you are going into a match you have no business being in. The only thing hardcore about you is your last name and even then, it is still missing an ‘Engage’ after it so we are not going to let This Fire Burn too badly. Simply put, you are out of your league. You are a 19 year old kid who thinks because she has gone through a table once or twice or broke a light tube over somebody's head sometime, at that “she’s hardcore, she's hardcore.” Little girl, I have underwear that is more hardcore than you are/ I did not grow up being coddled and I did not grow up having everything handed to me. What I have done is I have lived life for 23 years in a business and a lot of those were staving off razor wire, C4, cinder blocks… and that was just from the fans. You are getting into a match you have no business being in the middle of. You are getting into a tournament that you have no business being in the middle of.
Jan picks up his orange towel and a pair of orange gloves, one with ‘Filip’ written on the inside, the other with ‘Sebastian’ inside, placing the gloves on his hands.
You want to placate me, as being just the old man? When this old man decides to drop a few bombs on you and decides to take you out to the woodshed, and decides to Humble you, you are going to find out just how old this old man really is. Because this is about as PC as I get. This is about as nice as I get. Kenni Killswitch, you are about to find out why I am not just called the Dutch DeathStalker but why I have earned the name and that I AM the Dutch DeathStalker.
Jan pulls the towel over his head.
Bring what you got, Little Girl, It is not going to be enough and That's The Way It Is.
Jan walks off camera.
Hardcore Rules
Beer Beer Ayano v Lord Raab
Ayano and Raab circle up at the sound of the bell before charging in and proceeding to exchange hard strikes to each other until Raab starts to feel the stings of Ayano’s hits. She keeps the pressure knocking Raab to the outside. Once outside the ring, Ayano grabs a chair and goes to hit Raab with it but he grabs Beer Beer by the throat and chokeslams Beer Beer back first against the top of the barricade. Raab gets the chair and jabs Beer Beer in the midsection a few times, doubling her over before slamming the chair against the small of her back. Raab goes to look under the ring for more weapons, pulling out a metal trash can, but when he turns to Beer Beer, he gets the fan dropkicked back into his face.
Ayano picks up the can and places it over the head of Raab and gives the can repeated soccer style kicks until Raab is downed outside the ring. Beer Beer then hits a jumping senton onto the can that hurts both competitors. After a few moments they both start to stir with Raab charging at Ayano, only to get drop toe holded into the ring steps. Beer Beer goes under the ring and comes back with her cheese grater in hand and starts to grate at the exposed arm of Raab until blood starts to flow from the grated flesh. Beer Beer pulls out two chairs and tosses them into the ring where she unfolds them against each other. Raab follows her into the ring and she starts to grate against his skull, causing blood to coat the big man’s mask.
She starts to hype up the crowd but turns to a big boot that pushes the cheese grater against Beer Beer’s face, busting her open. Beer Beer staggers for a moment allowing Raab to hit his Killerbuster (Double Arm Brainbuster) through the two set up chairs for the win.
Winner: Lord Raab
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Somewhere in a stairwell, a man sits. He's wearing a pair of work pants, and a hooded sweatshirt, hood up over most of his face; what little can be seen, nose and mouth, are aged, wrinkle lines forming at the corners of his lips. When he speaks, it's with a deep intonation, level volume, and a southern accent.
John Reed: The time...for talkin...it's just about over. Y'see, Matt Shields, you tried to badmouth me. You tried to discredit me. You tried to say...that John Reed ain't hardcore.
He raises his head, eyes now visible to the camera, and to put it lightly? "They've seen some shit." Again the wrinkle lines are visible, and the oldest competitor in the FAW Hardcore Invitational narrows his eyes slightly as he continues talking.
John Reed: Now, I am a lot of things, Mister Shields. I'm old, I'm probably broken the hell down, but y'know what? I'm still every bit as violent as I claim to be. Even now, fifty-six years old, I'm steppin' in that ring, and I'm makin' fools pay for the words that come out of their mouths. And you? You ain't no different. See, Shields...Matt...I been breaking stuff over fools' heads since the day you was born. I've traveled the world, throwing people into barbed wire, breaking boards and sticks over their heads. I've been in rings that explode, rings that have collapsed, I myself been thrown into C4. And you...you wanna get on Twitter and say you can beat John Reed in hardcore!? YOU KIDDIN ME, SON!?
Like that, John's voice cranks up, and he stands up. He throws the hood back, revealing some very serious scarring across his forehead. He points right at the scars, some of which go over halfway back his bald head.
John Reed: YOU SEE THESE? I've had my head broken into more times than a bank, son! I've given more blood than half this tournament has in pure DONATIONS, boy! And you gonna talk down to ME?! YOU GONNA TALK LIKE YOU KNOW SOMETHING!? You say you've wrestled in 100 countries, like your career is some kind of ROADMAP? Matt Shields, you ain't know the first thing about...
He stops, reaching up to unzip his hoodie, revealing, uncharacteristically for John Reed, a bare torso. And it's pretty obvious why; if his head was covered in scars, his body is inundated with them, zigzagging across his torso.
Some are thick with scar tissue, others look fairly fresh, the results of more recent battles.
John Reed: You ain't know a DAMN thing about what I've been through, Matt! You don't know! You don't know the hell I put my body through, the things I've done to provide for my family! For my little girls, for my beautiful wife!
This is another chance! Another chance for me, Matt! You want to call me on the carpet, Matt? You wanna call John Reed out as not hardcore enough for you, little boy!? That's a quick way to a long night for you.
John Reed takes a step toward the camera, reaching down to pull it up so his face fills the frame.
John Reed: Because Matty, boy? I'ma make you suffer. See you in the ring.
As one last image, John raises his middle finger...specifically, the one that's taped up given it was cut off and reattached one weekend ago. Then, he walks off screen.
Hardcore Rules
Kenni Killswitch v Jan Van Der Roost
It was a tale as old as time. Age versus experience. Both of these athletes brought their respective brand in spades. At only nineteen years old, The Hardcore Princess showed why she was just that, unleashing a flurry of offense, taking the veteran Roost off his game. Killswitch grounded Jan long enough to retrieve a kendo stick. A few well placed shots across the unprotected back of Jan.
That kendo stick just wasn't enough for Kenni, the look scrawled across her features showed that she wanted more. One last shot, this one landing across the head of The Rooster, before Kenni returned to ringside. Moving with intent, she flung up that ring skirt before revealing her very own pink barbed wire baseball bat. By time she got back into the ring, Roost was slowly dragging himself back up to his feet. Kenni drew that bat back before swinging, with malicious intent, into the back of Roost.
Ripping it out of his back, those barbs ripping chunks of flesh from the back of Jan. She shoved him down, going for the cover but only getting a long two count. She raised up to her knees, yelling at and berating the official. Even to the point of getting to her feet and backing him into the corner, not so kindly informing him that this is not how role models are to be treated, all the while Roost bided his time, recovering from that hellacious shot. Once finished belittling the official, she walked over before leaning down to pull Roost back up to his feet.
The blood smeared canvas told the only story that needed to be told. Before Kenni could continue her offense, Roost caught her across the chest with an absolutely vicious backhand chop followed by another. Drawing his arm back, Roost yelled out before lighting up the chest of Kenni with that Triple Chop series! Her arms hugging her chest, trying to stop the near mind numbing pain in her chest. Pointing down at that pink barbed wire wrapped bat, the crowd cheered in agreement as as he whipped Kenni into the ropes with an irish whip.
Doubling over as she rebounded, Roost was caught in the chest with a kick, sending him back up. Backing into the ropes, she rebounded off of them only for Roost to catch her, bringing her up before slamming her down across her back on her own weapon! Thrashing about, Kenni yelled out loudly, blood dripping from open wounds on her back just like they were with Roost.
The Dutch DeathStalker lived up to his nickname as he ducked out of the ring, bending down to throw up the ring skirt and pulling out something of his own. That infamous sheet of drywall wrapped with razor wire and C4 explosive. Laying it out at ringside, security rushed in to get the first row of people back as Roost returned to the ring to collect Kenni. She fought back, sending rights at Roost but he calmed her down with a quick knee into the stomach.
After bringing her out onto the apron, the crowd was silent in anticipation for what was about to happen. As soon as he stuffed her head, Roost flipped off of that apron, driving Kenni straight into hell. The explosion was near deafening as Roost caught Kenni with the Dutch Death Spike! With everything he had left, he draped his body over Kenni’s, getting the three count!
Winner: Jan Van Der Roost.
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(Backstage, standing by with FNA Wrestling backstage interviewer Kasey White is former HKW AIR wrestler and daughter of Portland Pro owner Carl Kingsley’s daughter McKenna Kingsley. She stands in her ring gear with her hands on her hips smiling. Kasey sees the light on the camera come on and starts the interview.)
Kasey White: I’m here with former HKW AIR wrestler and night one competitor McKenna Kingsley. Welcome to F’n Awesome Wrestling!
(McKenna smiles as she looks into the camera then back at Kasey before responding.)
McKenna Kingsley: Thank you Kasey. It’s an honor to be here in Vegas with you all. Really happy to have been accepted into this tournament. And with a little bit of luck, looking forward to seeing the tournament through.
Kasey White: Luck may be needed. As far as I’ve heard McKenna, you’re not really very well versed in the art of Hardcore wrestling. Is that right?
(McKenna rubs the back of her neck after the question hits her.)
McKenna Kingsley: Well, there is truth to that. I’ve never really been one to pick up a trash can, chair, or anything otherwise and use it on my opponent. But that’s because I was taught to wrestle within the confines of the rules. My trainer always told me that the best wrestlers were those that could win despite of those cheating around them. But that doesn’t really matter here Kasey right? I may not have a lot of experience in these matches, but these are the rules now. And I will do everything I have to to win. If that includes barbed wire, glass, light tubes, bats… I’m going to do it.
Kasey White: If we didn’t know you any better, the fans may think that you’re not an active wrestler. That coming to FNA is your return to the ring after AIR closed down. Is that the case?
(McKenna perks up, smiling at Kasey.)
McKenna Kingsley: I do hope that’s what my opponents think. I’ve been wrestling around Austin and Texas for the past year keeping myself healthy and fit. It’s not been anything providing fame and fortune. But I’ve had my luck in Texas. And if Zoe Chaos doesn’t know that I’m a seasoned wrestler, then that’s better for me right? I’m sure those around here from Texas to see this tournament know who I am. And tonight, I’ll give everyone a glimpse of what this Kingsley girl can do.
Kasey White: Speaking of your opponent tonight, Zoe Chaos… any thoughts on your match with her tonight?
(McKenna scrunches her nose as she thinks about the question. She smirks and shakes her head before she decides to respond.)
McKenna Kingsley: Honestly, I know alot about Zoe since I wrestle in Texas. She’s from Dallas, so there are plenty of people talking about her as I make my way through various companies in the state. She’s someone to be feared, there’s no doubt. But I’m not one to go into a match fearful of my opponent. I go in with respect. And that respect keeps me fighting hard. I don’t want to be the next mark on their list of conquests. I want to be the loss they remember and garner their respect in the process. And tonight, I plan to do that in round one while showing everyone else just who I am.
Kasey White: Sounds like a tall order, but good luck making it come true. I’ll be excited to see how you do.
(McKenna smiles and gives Kasey a side hug. She then moves back to her spot before closing out the interview.)
McKenna Kingsley: Thanks Kasey. We will see, for sure. Talk to you at the next show, I hope.
(McKenna smiles and waves at the camera before she walks off. Kasey looks back into the camera before sending things back to ringside.)
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THe camera cuts to a locker room backstage. Ash Scion is lacing up her black combat-style wrestling boots. She turns to look directly into the camera...
Last February, the very first time I ever stepped into an FAW ring, the night ended with me holding the FAW Hardcore Championship over my head. Sure... it wasn't official that night, but I made it so one week later. But then a funny thing happened.
FAW couldn't find me an opponent. Weeks went by, and I had matches, but none for my title, no defenses, because there were no other hardcore, extreme or ultraviolent wrestlers on the roster. Eventually, I dropped a pipe-bomb. An open challenge to anyone, anywhere in the industry, to come an take that belt from me. And they came. One was even successful in taking it from me. Shortly thereafter, an injury sustained in another promotion put me on the shelf for a little while, and I didn't give FAW much of a thought for a time.
But here we are, just five short months later, and FAW is having itself an Open Hardcore Tournament. And you can draw a straight line from that challenge I issued five months ago to this very moment.
You bet your ass I entered. I have unfinished business here.
Now, Alicia Lukas. You already know that I bear you no ill will, We have already expressed our mutual admiration and respect for each other on social media. But there's something you need to understand. For the last couple of years of my career, as I tried to expand beyond my ultraviolent deathmatch roots, I had to listen to opponent after opponent label me as a one-trick pony, listen as they claimed that deathmatch was all I could do. And even when I would beat them and make them eat those words, the very next opponent would step up and hand me exactly the same line of bullshit.
I never believed it, and my track record shows that I'm much more than that... but I heard it, again and again, and again nonetheless.
I don't imagine I'll be hearing it now. I don't imagine you or anyone else in this tournament is going to look into a camera and talk about how Ash F'n Scion is JUST an ultraviolent warrior, JUST an extreme threat, JUSt a hardcore icon. Funny things, perspective and circumstance. But you have to understand the pressure all these years of reputation put on me now. You have to understand that I can't come in here, to a tournament that plays directly into my strengths and is the very thing everyone has always been all too willing to admit that I'm a beast at, and fail.
So bring your best, Alicia, and I'll bring mine. But understand that only one of us is walking away from this match.
Hardcore Rules
Zoe Chaos v McKenna Kingsley
Cameras cut to the ring to the ongoing brawl between Zoe Chaos and McKenna Kingsley as the two women go at it while an assortment of abandoned weapons lay all around the inside and outside of the ring. Zoe is busted open on the side of her head and seems to be nursing an injured arm from McKenna dropkicking her into a trash can a few moments prior but Zoe looks to be hanging in there. McKenna’s eyes are alert, knowing she can not take her eyes off Zoe for a split second as McKenna looks around for something to try to knock Zoe out while swinging a steel bat to try to keep Zoe at bay. Zoe taunts McKenna, taking those slow steps towards her just to jump back in the nick of time when that steel bat goes swinging towards her. McKenna angrily takes a step forward and swings the bat again, causing Zoe to quickly step backwards and bump right into the ref who is looking to try to escape out of getting accidentally hit. Zoe shakes her head with anger as she turns to look at the ref, glaring at him for being in her way when McKenna uses that moment to swing the bat, catching Zoe on the back as she falls down onto all fours from the bat’s impact. McKenna begins kicking Zoe’s right side as Zoe winces out in pain before McKenna brings down the steel bat to slam into Zoe’s back again. Raising that bat again, Zoe quickly drives her elbow into McKenna’s abdomen to escape from her, using that time to slowly get to her feet and lean against the ropes to catch her breath. McKenna turns around, sees Zoe against the ropes and quickly sprints towards her only for Zoe to dodge out of the way and McKenna to go flipping over the ropes. Zoe appears satisfied as her eyes are on the weapons laying about in the ring, her eyes searching for the perfect one and paying no mind to McKenna, thinking she was laying sprawled outside the ring on the ground when McKenna had actually ended up holding onto the ropes and quietly gets her right footing on the apron so that she can sneak inside of the ring. Zoe’s eyes stop on the barbed wire bat as a sinister grin spreads across her face.
McKenna sees Zoe pick up the barbed wire bat with widened eyes as she looks around for something to pick up herself and spots a guitar which causes her to raise an eyebrow but she knows its either now or never, quickly dipping down to pick it up. Zoe rises to her feet with the barbed wire bat and starts to turn around as she notices McKenna’s presence in the ring when McKenna begins slamming that guitar across Zoe’s back repeatedly in order to try to disarm her, the sounds the guitar makes causes the crowd to chime in with laughter. Zoe falls to her knees but doesn’t drop the weapon, causing McKenna to raise the guitar again but notices that it’s broken. Tossing it aside, her eyes scan for something else to use and fall on an urn. Raising an eyebrow, she quickly grabs it and begins hitting Zoe on the back until Zoe drops the barbed wire bat and falls to the mat. McKenna begins an assault on the back of Zoe’s left thigh by continually kicking it, trying to bring her down as the audience stomp their feet in hopes of helping McKenna continue to build momentum before she steps off of the attacking. McKenna then drags Zoe to her feet and pushes her into the turnbuckle before picking up… a microphone??? McKenna just shrugs before she begins to beat Zoe upside the head with the mic to the amusement of the audience before she grabs Zoe’s hair and pulls her away from the turnbuckle, looking to set her up with a move to finish out this match. The crowd goes wild when McKenna hits Dazed and Confused (Northern Lights Bomb), Zoe’s very own move that puts Zoe out instantly as McKenna goes for the cover and scoring that three count, winning the first round of the tournament to advance to the next round.
Winner: McKenna Kingsley
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Daniels is in his locker room where he has on his ring gear and a black shirt that has ‘Beast’ on the front of it in bold lettering. He has a smirk on his face as he sees the cameras move in towards him.
Jacob Daniels: It's been awhile since I was in an FAW ring. I was here on their first show and I dismantled Carmen Cambridge so much that she was forced to submit and quit cause I was beating on her so damn badly. Tonight? That won't be much different when it comes to Travis Blake.
Daniels rolls his eyes at the mention of the name.
Jacob Daniels: Look, I get that he's some hot shit or what the fuck ever in WWH but no one watching this cares about that shit hole. All I know is since I was named as the replacement for Sam Tolson who ripped her vagina or something, Blake has gone silent for this match. And I get it, I get why Blakey Poo isn't talking like he was when he wa set to face Tolson… He can't beat me. Pure and simple the little fuck has no chance in this match and he knows it. So why get cocky? Why talk about something that's just going to end up with him getting hurt and sent packing to that walking jizz hole he calls his girl? He might not be as dumb as he looks folks!
Jacob lets out a good chuckle.
Jacob Daniels: So there you have it… Travis Blake goes from bull to bullshit with just a quick change of his opponent. And in a little bit here? I'm gonna go stomp the bullshit out of him.
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Aaron Bass: Earlier, our backstage interviewer Kasey White caught up with one of the Hardcore Invitational participants, and well he had some interesting comments.
We shift to the video recorded earlier as Kasey is standing in the back in front of a large FAW 2017 Hardcore Invitational banner.
Kasey White : The Hardcore Invitational starts off tonight, and there are some amazing competitors, one of those is.
Matt Shields walks in and suddenly grabs the mic away. He's dressed in a pair of faded slightly torn jeans, his Hellhound t-shirt, and his custom ring jacket. In his hand he carries a solid black kendo stick that looks somewhat blood splattered.
Shields: I don't need you to introduce me. If anyone watching this tournament doesn't know The King Of The Heavyweights, they don't deserve to be watching this tournament.
Matt looks at the camera with a smile as he rest the kendo stick over his shoulder, his custom INKsanity match hanging on the edge of it.
Shields: You're probably all looking at me and wondering why I signed up for this tournament. I'm the King of The Heavyweights, not the King of Hardcore. Some of you may be wondering if this kendo stick is the only thing I brought with me. Well first off, I'm the king of whatever I want to be. Second, I could have brought out a bunch of weapons. Maybe a shopping cart full of steel chairs and street signs, and garbage can lids. I could have brought out a garbage can packed with kendo sticks and light tubes, maybe a bag of tacks in them. I could have paid a couple of people to bring out tables covered with barbed wire.
Matt looks ahead with a somewhat sadistic smirk on his face as he lets the kendo stick bounce on his shoulder a bit.
Shields: Of course I could also go out there, never put my hands on a single weapon and still dominate. I could go out there, keep my opponent inside the ring for the entire match, and still be in complete control. I could go out there and put on a technical wrestling display the likes of which have never been seen before in this company. I could go out there and show more brutality and viciousness than someone with a van full of weapons. Unlike my opponent, I don't need weapons to be amazing. Unlike my opponents, I don't have to grab a chair to have an advantage. Unlike my opponent, I don't need to bite people in order to win. Unlike my opponent, and every single other person in this tournament, I am the greatest God damned wrestler on this planet. I don't even need this kendo stick here. I only have it because I like it.
Matt laughs a little as he looks over at the kendo stick, then back to the camera.
Shields: Make no mistake about it, I don't need this or any other weapon to help me defeat John Reed. If I do choose to use them, it will simply be because I want to. When I crack this kendo stick over his stupid head, it will simply be because the opportunity presented itself and I felt like doing it. I could go through this entire tournament without ever leaving the ring or picking up any kind of weapon, but where would be the fun in that?
Matt winks, then turns and walks off. As he heads out, the camera catches that his mask now has a blood stained smile painted across it and #FAW2017HI under the INKsanity logo.
Hardcore Rules
Alicia Lukas v Ash Scion
It more akin to a bar room brawl than a wrestling match in the early stages. Lukas and Scion began trading heavy shots from the moment the bell rang. After a fairly lengthy strike exchange, Lukas gained advantage after clobbering Scion with the stiffest forearm shot the crowd had witnessed that night. Scion tried to seek refuge on the outside, but Lukas gave chase. A series of clinched Muay Thai knees left Scion slumped on the ground as Lukas dug under the ring for plunder. After fishing for a while, Lukas’ hands emerged with metal trash can. Scion crawled to her knee as Lukas stood poised and ready to attack until some very pro-Scion fans in the front row caught her attention. She took quick moment to respond to them as she stated that she was better than their hero; however, that quick second was all Scion needed to get up and drive her knee into Lukas’ chest. The strike didn’t drop Lukas, but it did push her back. As Scion came charging in, Lukas held the trash can up looking to block her; her efforts were unsuccessful as Scion leapt into the air a connected with a bicycle knee, driving the trash can into Lukas’ face.
Scion maintained the momentum for a bit as she used the outside environment to her advantage. Part way through the match, Scion lifted Lukas’ body onto the ring apron before she sent her crashing to floor and onto of a trash can lip with a DDT. However, that momentum shifted when Lukas dodged a running flying knee from the ring apron, which caused Scion to collide with the floor. Lukas then grabbed her opponent and drove her head and shoulder first into the steel steps. As Scion was down and out, Lukas went to work as she set up four chairs. The woman known as “The Lioness” picked up her prey in Scion, lifted her up, and sent her crashing through all the chair with a tiger driver. She went for the first pinfall of the match, but only got a two-count.
Lukas went to pick Scion up, only to receive a stiff headbutt to the chest. Scion stood to her feet and began blasting Lukas with a flurry of kicks and open-hand slaps. A starch front kick to knee sent had Lukas reeling a bit, and the roundhouse to the side of the head that she received didn’t help matters either. Nonetheless, Lukas didn’t hit the floor. Scion quickly grabbed her and nailed a snap DDT. Scion was slow to make the cover, as her back was in great pain from hit the chairs. She did make the cover eventually, but only received a two-count. Afterwards, both competitors were a bit slow to get to their feet. Another strike battle ensued once they did; and once again, Lukas got the upper hand. Having had enough of the outside, she tossed Scion back into the ring, but not before she grabbing that dented trash can and a kendo stick from underneath the ring. Having stood Scion up, Lukas unbent the trash can and placed it onto of her opponent’s head. She whipped herself into the ropes. Lukas rebounded and blasted Scion in the back of the head with the back of the head with the kendo stick. Lukas made the cover as Scion (trash can and all) hit the mat; she got another two-count.
Scion’s heart and resilience had been on full display the entire match, which caused a vocal majority of the crowd to chant her name. Nonetheless, Lukas seemed to be unbothered as she rolled out of the ring to plan her kill shot. Once again, Lukas dug underneath the ring. This time, she pulled out a black bag be she rolled back into. She dumped the contents of the bag unto the mat—silver thumbtacks. Scion got yoked up as Lukas looked to end her life by T-bone suplexing her into those thumbtack. Before Lukas could get her up, Scion repeatedly hammered her with elbows to the head in order to get her to break her grip. Scion then yoked Lukas and lifted her up, only to send her crashing back first into the tacks with a release suplex. Lukas’s face was in agony as she crawled to the nearest corner, but Scion ran in and slammed her knees into her back before connecting with a backstabber. Scion got back to her feet and clutched at her back before she brought Lukas to hers. She got behind Lukas and took ahold of her arm. After spinning her around, Scion blasted Lukas with big lariat, which she called the REDUM! Scion slowly made the cover—she received the three-count.
WINNER: Ash Scion
Hardcore Rules
Travis Blake v Jacob Daniels
Right out the gate, this was a knock down, drag out brawl. The two powerhouses beat the high holy hell out of each other. The ring proved not to be enough to contain the two as their right spilled out of it. That sold out crowd was eating up every second of Blake and Daniels brawling around ringside. At one point, Blake had Daniels backed up against the crowd barricade. He ran in, aiming to Spear Daniels right through it only for Daniels to throw himself out of the way, letting Blake crash through the barricade and into the cheering crowd.
Daniels made a cover but only received a two count. After pulling Blake back up, Daniels was caught with bone jarring shots to the stomach before shoving Blake back into a more..rotund fan. Lunging into continue the assault, Blake avoided the shot, Daniels popping that fan in the mouth with a right hand.
Blake took full advantage of the confusion, catching Daniels in the back of the head with a Standing Savate Kick. The shot enough to level him, Blake began to drag Daniels up the stairs in the audience. Once reaching the top, Blake pulled Daniels up to a seated position, propping him up against the banister. Taking a few steps back, he ran forward, looking for that Gut-Buster trademark.
Daniels fell back, grabbing hold of the leg of Blake, the momentum pulled through causing both of those men to tumble down the solid steel stairs, eventually laying in a heap, something out of a car wreck, at the bottom of those stairs. At this point, the crowd was absolutely nuts for the brutality shown by both men. Their support split firmly down the middle in favor of Blake and Daniels both.
Finally, the big men began to stir, using the body of one another to drag them self up to a wobbly base. Heavy haymakers were traded back and forth between the two, neither man gaining the upper hand. This changed as Blake began gaining the upper hand, nailing shot after shot off the jawline of Daniels. Aiming for a shot that would have surely taken the head of Daniels off his shoulders, Blake found his opponent falling back and pulling him along for the ride, the throat of Blake crashing down onto the steel railing.
As he fell back, clutching his throat and gasping for air, Daniels had the time he needed to scoop Blake up and spun out, planting Blake face first into that concrete floor with his Bombs Away! Crawling on top of him for the cover, the official made the three count!
Winner: Jacob Daniels.
The view fades in to see the ever-petite Katie Moicelle standing in front of a green screen. Dressed in her new wrestling gear, she seems as though she wants to get this package out there RIGHT GODDAMN NOW!
"I could list so many reasons for why I need to get to the next round of this invitational. To win against some of the biggest names in this entire sport and cement myself as being a big name will always always ALWAYS be paramount among those reasons, but personally, why am I here? Until last night, I didn't know. Until last night, I was still contemplating pulling out of the invitational entirely, due to lack of confidence. Until last night, I still thoroughly believed that I simply didn't belong here and had bitten off more than I could chew, which at this point shouldn't be much at all. But... a certain tweet set me straight. Just one tweet that otherwise, didn't even involve me at all at face value..."
A tweet appears on screen for a few seconds.
"Now, call me stupid for once again falling for something like that hook, line, and sinker, and say that's exactly what Alicia wanted me to do, but kicking the dead horse of the Cornett name just... just sent a burning sensation down my spine. As if I were Destiny myself. I wondered how she would react to something like that. Then, at least to me..."
SNAP! Katie immediately reappears in the shot.
"...it all finally clicked. This is another reason I'm here: to shut people's mouths. Being a hardcore novice, already I'm at a disadvantage, and going through at least one round against someone who's specialty is hardcore shit doesn't help. I had to get hardcore training from someone else who far less people know or care about just to have a chance to not get mauled just as Hannibal eats others."
Katie awkwardly darts her eyes around before continuing.
"Speaking of, TRICIA! Tricia, Tricia, Tricia... no hard feelings after this match, right? I ask because I plan to win this round... if nothing else, simply because you burned my ass on Twitter. I'll admit that. I understand when I get bested, and that WAS a great badass boast that I'd imagine you work with, you live for, and you embody night in and night out. Maybe that's why you're here, to show people that Tricia Reinhardt can be more hardcore than Cass Baumer. I doubt if you were facing anyone else, you'd easily... EASILY be able to prove that, too. As pointless as the nickname "queen" is these days, with you I can sorta believe it. The one problem I've got with that is... well, this whole tourney is pretty much the chance of a lot of people's careers and lives, and they could all be defined with this first round... mine definitely and especially so. This is the first really big anything I've been involved in my entire career as a professional wrestler. This is most likely my only chance to get my name really out there. I'm only 20, but if the past two years are anything to go by, THIS IS MY ONLY CHANCE TO BE SOMEBODY!"
Katie takes a breath before wrapping up.
"I cut my teeth in Visionaries of Wrestling, eventually became their equivalent of a TV Champion, and I turned that into the second most prestigious title in the company. In just over two years, I've been through more trials and tribulations than more than half of these so-called "hardcore" wrestlers. I cheated death just to get here. I've been to the edge and I laughed. I've been working my ass off just to prepare for this tournament, and I'm going to continue to work my ass off until I either win the FAW Hardcore Championship or I run out of ass to work off! And trust me, Tricia... I'm never gonna run out of the latter as long as I draw breath."
CAMERA OFF
Hardcore Rules
Matt Shields v John Reed
The match starts off with both Matt and John sliding out of the ring and grabbing chairs. They now meet on the outside with John swinging his chair first but Matt ducks and John misses. This allows Matt to kick John in the stomach he then grabs John and nails him with a DDT on the outside John kicks out at 2. Matt picks him up and throws him into the stairs.
Matt laughs as he stalks John. As soon as John gets up he grabs Matt by the feet and throws him down. John now has the advantage as he picks up Matt and throws him into the ring. He grabs the chair and is about to nail Matt but Matt rolls out of the way. John hits the mat with the chair and it hurts his hands. Matt gets up and grabs John and throws him off the ropes and nails him with a DDT. He rolls out of the ring and grabs a kendo stick and nails him in the face with it. John falls to the mat hard as Matt walks over and pins him for the win.
Winner: Matt Shields
SEGMENT
Jack Santore, one of the wrestlers competing in the Hardcore Invitational tournament is seen in a dimly lit gym, finishing a workout. He shadow boxes with MMA gloves then stops, but remains in a stance that suggests that he's ready for a fight. Jack walks over to a bench, grabbing a water bottle and chugging water. He wipes sweat from his brow as he continues chugging cold water.
”I always like to be prepared for a match. I go over my opponents’ strengths and weaknesses. I watch their tapes, get to know their tendencies. It's something I learned back in my football playing days. We'd sit in the film room, studying tape of the opposing team, getting to know them. It's how you compose a game plan.”
Jack has a seat on the bench, drinking more water as his heavy breathing subsides. He puts the water down next to him and leans forward, his elbows on his knees.
”It's something that I carried over when I was injured and moved into the world of MMA. You scout and you prepare. You prepare mentally and you also prepare your body. You put it through the stress of intense cardio, weights, BJJ, boxing. It's all a part of the process.”
Jack shrugs his shoulders.
“When I first went to wrestling school, it was what my trainers said they liked about me; my preparation. But this…”
Jack points down. He's talking about the tournament, not the gym he's currently in.
“...is different. This is a hardcore tournament. All of those rules and preparation? Gone. Scouting? Impossible.”
His shrugs his shoulders again in a “what can you do?” sorta way.
“Sure, you can scout your opponent. Most of us have known them for weeks now. But what does that matter? When you're in a hardcore tournament with all of that chaos, those weapons and blood. Oh, the blood.”
Jack grins at the mention of blood.
“I've been busted open many times before. MMA fights, football, scraps in the school yard. It happens. I'm not worried.”
Jack reaches into his duffel bag, pulling out a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat.
”I've never been in a hardcore tournament. Ever. Hell, I've never even been in a hardcore match.”
Jack carefully runs a finger along the barbed wire.
”But I think I'll be fine as long as I have this bad boy right here to swing around.”
Jack grins into the camera, admiring the baseball bat and all the possibilities for maiming and injuring that it carries as the scene fades out.
SEGMENT
We cut to a previously recorded segment where we see "The Hardcore Reject" Kuk Killswitch standing inside of a garage in front of a sanding machine. We see him slowly sanding down a block of wood into the shape of a baseball bat. He cuts the machine off as he slowly looks up at the camera.
Kuk Killswitch:"Twenty Two. The number of years I've been in this business. Constantly grinding through this Goddamn game through slipped disks and fractured bones. I've been beaten, battered, bruised, and abused. But through all the bad times one thing has stood out above all else. Kuk Killswitch has ALWAYS been hardcore. I've built my Hall of Fame career with steel chairs and barbedwire covered baseball bats."
Killswitch walks over to a nearby table and lays down the homemade baseball bat. He reaches over next to the table and being up a large spool of handmade barbedwire. He lays it down on the table as he begins to unwrap it.
Kuk Killswitch:"So you know when word got out about a Hardcore Invitational I was one of the first to jump aboard. You see, my career has slowed down a bit lately. Instead of constant matches every single day I've moved into training new faces and offering my thoughts behind the commentary booth at Slaughterhouse. I still hit the ring and break bodies and royally fuck up people's days, but not as often as I used to. So hearing word of a Tournament based around the hardcore style? I've got to put my name in the hat."
Killswitch begins to wrap the sharpened barbedwire around the baseball bat slowly, making sure each strand is tightly secured and ready to unleash hell. He continues as he speaks.
Kuk Killswitch:"The thought has definetly crossed my mind a few times lately. People have asked and the question always comes up in interviews or podcasts. Retirement. But you know, I've been in this game for twenty two years now and I might be pushing fourty, but this body is still holding strong. I was built for this lifestyle, built to take as much punishment as I can deal out. And this is my opportunity to prove that not only am I still the hardest of the hardcore, I can still beat the ever living daylight out of these pussy ass pansies you call 'Hardcore Wrestlers'."
The baseball bat is now covered almost completely in a thick layer of the sadistic barbedwire as Killswitch continues to wrap it up. He finally finishes as he grabs a pair of wire cutters and clips the end before securing the loose and into the barbedwire. Killswitch looks for any loose pieces and adjusts them to make sure the batis perfect. He stands up and gives it a few swings before turning to the camera holding the bat in his fists.
Kuk Killswitch:"Tonight I show the entire wrestling world that the Hardcore Reject is still alive and you damn well better fear him! Kill Until Killed!"
Killswitch takes one last look into the camera before slamming the baseball bat into the lense, immediately cracking the machine and cutting the feed into static.
Hardcore Rules
Katie Moicelle v Tricia Reinhardt
Tricia starts the match a sledgehammer as Katie starts with a crowbar.
Tricia laughs as she looks at Katie. She walks over to her and hits her in the stomach with the sledgehammer which makes her double over in pain. Tricia then rears back and tries to hit her in the back with it but she moves out of the way. Tricia keeps going trying again and again but Katie kept using her speed to stay away from her. Katie rolls out of the ring now as Tricia follows her. Katie then takes advantage as she grabs Tricia by the hair and tosses her into the stairs. She then grabs Tricia by the hair again and throws her into the ring.
Katie follows her in and nails her with the crowbar in the back. Tricia holds her back in pain as Katie walks up to her and grabs her by the hair and throws her down face first into the mat. She then goes for her Chaos Drive and nails it. She follows it up with a pin and gets the win.
Winner: Katie Moicelle
SEGMENT
As the scene begins the first thing that catches you is the overwhelming darkness. The only light coming from candles scattered around the room. From the floor to pieces of battered furniture around the room the small flickers of lights have you barely able to see the figures in front of the camera.
In the middle of the floor is a man sitting Indian style. His torso rocking back and forth. Eyes facing the ground intently. He reaches a hand to the left of him and drags over a candle and places it in front of him. A shadow is cast upon the wall behind him. It's peeling paint uninviting.
“Blood.”
His head lifts up and he turns it from side to side cracking his neck.
“Blood is what I am known for. Whether it's mine or my opponents when it comes to my matches someone is going to bleed. Usually I don't give a fuck who it is. This time is slightly different. Winning isn't something I do often. Instead I prefer to torture my opponents. I want those cocksuckers to fucking suffer. Pins don't mean shit to me. Splitting your face open does. Right now though. Well right now it looks like I gotta win.”
A hand is run down along his face before stopping at his bottom lip where he grabs hold of it with his four fingers and pulls for a moment before stopping.
“But if there was ever a fucking time to do it then this might as well be the fucking time. People pay attention to you Ace. You're kind of a big deal. They prolly gave you this match cause I'm some no name scumbag that you should be able to beat the fuck out of and walk away. If that's the goddamn case then they were dead fucking wrong.”
“I don't walk away from a fight I run into a fucking war. Head first as fast as I fucking can. I'm coming to fucking murder you. If you're still breathing at the end then I’ve done something wrong. I want people to feel sorry for you. I want you to be drowning in sympathy when you can't even fucking talk.”
Balled fists open up and slide down his thighs till they rest on his knees.
“Ace it's not very often I'm allowed to do the things I want to. Barely anytime at all when I'm encouraged to use my style to beat the ever loving shit out of the poor mother fucker who's put across from me. Tonight you're that poor mother fucker and it doesn't looks good.”
“I am going to use anything and everything I can get my hands on to beat you with. I don't give a fuck what it is. So go ahead and show up in your fake good mood bullshit. You can try and trigger me all you want. I was triggered before you even stepped into the building. Tonight I'm going to make a name off of you. As for you? Enjoy the hospital stay.”
The scene ends with Joey blowing out the candle.
Hardcore Rules
Brody Dahmer v Kuk Killswitch
Kuk stalks the ring, as soon as Brody rolls up in he slams the barbed wire into Dahmer’s skin. As his skin is hooked and split he let out a yell of pain as Kuk yanked the wire from his body and slammed it back down again, blood splattered the canvas as the wire hooked in for a second time.
Brody grabbed a light tube from the corner and smashed it over the head of Kuk who reared back, dropping his bat as the dust burned at his skin. With an angry yell he swooped up the bat and slammed it down on the chest of Dahmer, twisting it so his skin splits open and blood trickles down his chest, ripping it free, he tossed the bat over his shoulder.
Blood trickling down Kuk’s face and glass chips falling from his hair he drops over Dahmer for the pin, both men a sea of red as the official makes the count.
Winner: Kuk Killswitch
Hardcore Rules
Betsy Granger v Jack Santore
The bell rang, signaling the start of the match, Betsy and Jack charge at each other, exchanging blows back and forth until Jack gets the upper hand. Taking control of the match early on, Jack throws blow after blow to Betsy, not giving her a chance to fight back.
In an attempt to even the fight out Betsy managed to break away from Jack by taking him down with a spear. While Jack was shaking the cobwebs from his head Betsy headed outside the ring and grabbed a steel chair. Ducking back into the ring with her new weapon she charged at Jack but he was quick to turn the attack around, drop kicking the chair Betsy was holding right back into her face. Leveling her out on the mat.
Jack pulled Betsy up to her feet, set her up for the Queen's Boulevard (Evenflow DDT) and executed it right over the chair, causing Betsy's head to collide with it. Jack covered for the pin and got the three count.
Winner: Jack Santore
Hardcore Rules
Keegan Ryan v Zuri Chastain
As the bell rings Keegan and Zuri lock up in the middle of the ring, Keegan quick to get the upper hand due to his size advantage over Zuri, knocking her down to the mat and delivering a few stomps to his downed opponent.
Zuri managed to catch Keegan off guard and tripped him up, causing him to fall back on the mat himself as she got up and stalked her opponent. Seeing him start to pull himself up Zuri ran forward delivering a Sole Kiss (Superkick) to Keegan. Zuri climbed up the turnbuckle and jumped off the top turnbuckle, crashing down on top of Keegan with a moonsault.
Pulling herself off Keegan she set herself up to go for her finishing move, as Keegan started to stir and get back to his feet Zuri executed the Crime Wave Hotline (Springboard Clothesline) on Keegan, following it up with a pin and win for The Masked Vigilante.
Winner: Zuri Chastain
SEGMENT
"Rusty Halo" by the Script begins to play and the FAW fans wait in anticipation to see who is about to step out from behind the curtain. Moments later they discover it is Hardcore Invitational guest and UKWF and HKW wrestler, Ace Watson. Dressed in his wrestling gear of black trunks, black boots and no kneepads, along with a very nice "Shootcamp" T-Shirt, Watson is greeted by cheers and a few chants about the latest dramas of his personal life. All eleven thousand of them. He made his way to the ring, exchanging banter and greetings with a few fans by the ramp and ring steps once he had arrived there.
The Brit-born wrestler took a microphone from a ring technician and stepped between the ropes, before taking a few short walks around the centre of the ring, looking out at the crowd who were still making noise.
Ace Watson: That's a pretty good reception, thank you for that! It feels good to finally be here in Fucking Awesome Wrestling!
The fans cheer again at the mention of the company name, which brings a smile to Watson's face.
Ace Watson: Couldn't resist that one, I've been hanging around Owen Gonsalves too much, I've caught his tendency to go for the cheap pops... But anyway, yes! I'm here for the Hardcore Invitational, and tonight I face Joey Ortega, a man who has promised to 'beat my face in'. And I'd just like to say now, that if he even tries to break my face I'll break him. I'm not here to fool around, I'm here to win. Don't doubt my focus, I may make jokes on twitter or even in situations like this right now, in front of all of you lovely people...
Ace lets himself get cut off by the fans cheering briefly.
Ace Watson: I did it again.
He chuckles to himself before taking a moment to get back on track.
Ace Watson: But yes, I can make jokes or seem like my mind isn't in it, but I promise you right now I have every intention of being the baddest guy in this tournament. Hardcore may not be my specialty but my whole career I've adapted to new styles, faced opponents in a variety of different stipulations. And this is across a career spanning seven years, I've got experience in hurting people. And for most of those seven years I've been limited to what I can do with my fists and my feet, imagine what I can do with a weapon! Or many weapons! Because I will use whatever I can find at my disposal to help win my matches. I'm not focused on using just one weapon, I can use anything.
Ace nods confidently, giving himself a time to pause.
Ace Watson: Now I'm sure you're all aware of all the crazy things that happen to me outside of wrestling, my life is like one big reality show sometimes... And all of the things that happen have given me a bit of a reputation. People don't think my mind is on wrestling, people don't think I'm taking this business, the business I was born into, seriously. And thus, they end up not taking me seriously either.
He had got himself a little worked up as he spoke this time, clearly angered by the way he was viewed in the wrestling world.
Ace Watson: Part of why I accepted my invitation to join this tournament was to give myself an opportunity to shed some of that reputation, to change people's perception of me. And what better way to do that than by winning a tournament in which you beat your opponents bloody with anything you can find? Because that's my goal. I will win this tournament, and the road to victory and to a shot at that FAW Hardcore title begins with Joey Ortega, tonight.
Ace drops his arm by his side and turns, exiting the ring to cheers and applause as his music plays again.
Hardcore Rules
Gray Malone v B. Hepic
Aaron Bass: B. Hepic was unfortunately unable to attend last night due to injuries sustained at the last PGW show.
Winner: Gray Malone (Due to Forfeit)
Gray stands in the ring after the announcement and smirks out at the crowd, for which he receives a mixed reaction, as he turns to exit the ring. The fans suddenly pop and Jenson Idol rolls up into the ring after hopping the barrier and nails Gray with the F.C Cutter.
Jenson then stands up and looks down at the fallen Gray, blowing him a kiss before he rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp, laughing.
SEGMENT
A dark room. Lightning strikes to light it up to reveal a single person sitting in the room. His wrists are tapes up and his stringy blonde hair are hanging over this face as he keeps his head down as he speaks. A bottle of water rests between his legs as he grabs it and dumps it over his head.
“What does it mean to be successful? For some, success is the titles and the accolades. Trust me, I’ve had those. To some success means how much money you’ve had or how many cars you drive. Trust me, I’ve lived that life as well. Some would say it’s how big your house is or whatever pretty girl you have on your arm at the time… trust me. I’ve lived that life as well.”
The storm rumbled outside, the thunder jarred the windows in the room as lightning forked. Slowly Hutch Lanahan leaned back in the chair and looked forward.
“Success to me? Success is nobody giving you a chance, yet you blaze your trail in one of the hottest wrestling companies in the world in FSociety. Success to me is getting booked as one of the biggest acts in CWC. Success to me? Is asking to be booked in this tournament, but it’s not just any tournament. It’s a hardcore tournament and lads…”
A small grin broke onto his face.
“I’ve done that before as well. Before FSociety closed its doors? I went to war with Anastasia Hayden, you may know her as the last High Roller champion, but you’re looking at the first High Roller Champion. You’re looking at someone who looked into the eyes of someone he loved, and still put her through tables and chairs and almost broke her to the point where she didn’t compete anymore.”
It seemed to bother Hutch just talking about it, but he kept his steely look towards the camera as the storm continued to rage.
“Success to me? Is not worrying about if I win this thing, it’s being asked to be in it, it’s standing aside some of the best names I’ve ever seen in the business. It’s just given the opportunity to win it. But I just want my opponents to know. Go back and look at what I did to someone I loved. Now, just wait to see what I do against someone I don’t give a fuck about.”
Hutch glanced down to his wrist tape and nodded.
“FAW, it’s been a place I’ve wanted to put the boots on the ground for a long time. Win, lose or draw. I’m going to make sure people remember who Hutch Lanahan is. I’m going to make sure, they know what the Lanahan Lariat is and I’m going to make sure that I will earn the respect here just like I earned it in FSociety.”
Nodding, Hutch stood up and kicked the chair back with a mule kick.
“I’m about to show you all why… I’m always in a hurry.”
Hardcore Rules
Ace Watson v Joey Ortega
The crowd thrust up their Joey Ortega signs as soon as they hear his theme blasting throughout the arena. Those loud cheers and chants start up almost suddenly as if on impact when Joey arrives on stage, his right hand clenching into a fist as he raises it in the air, accepting the positive pop from the audience. He smiles as the ring announcer introduces him, happy to be one out of two of the competitors tonight that are putting on for Spirit and Pride Wrestling. Joey continued down the ramp as he paid respect to his fans by tapping their hands, headed for the left side of the ring to those steel steps. He appears stone faced while walking up the steps, trying to get himself focused in case tonight will indeed become a bloodbath as he dips down to enter the ring between the second and top rope, heading for the nearest turnbuckle to climb upon as soon as his feet touched that mat. Those cheers growing louder for the ex Hellfire Club member as he jumps down from the turnbuckle and raises his fist into the air once more before heading for the left side of the ring when Ace’s theme music suddenly overlays Joey’s.
The cheers turn more loud and blatant as Ace arrived on stage, giving a head nod and a smile as the audience marveled in admiration. He seemed a bit surprised by girlish screams as he stopped at the top of the ramp, looking about and chuckling slightly with amusement at the “Boom, Pregnant” signs. He heads down the ramp as Joey is already ready and seems to not want to waste any time as the ref tries to talk the man down that causes Joey to swat the ref’s hands. Ace entered the ring and shook his head at the scene, staring at Joey and definitely set for action. Even though Joey had calmed down, the ref was still getting on his nerves with not chilling out. Before an argument could ensue between Joey and the ref, Ace stepped in to grab Joey by the arm and spin him around to face him so that he could have his undivided attention, wanting his expression alone to remind him that Ace was the one he needed to be worried about. The two stare each other down in the middle of the ring before suddenly lunging at each other, only to end up tying up in the center of the ring. The ref hurriedly calls for the bell and the two men tried to best the other tangled up in this tie up before Ace gained the upper hand and pulled Joey in a headlock, pulling him a few steps before Joey breaks free and head butts Ace. Ace went stumbling backwards and Joey used the perfect opportunity to drive forehead into Ace’s with another headbutt. Ace is seeing stars as he stumbles back into he’s resting against the ropes, signaling for Joey to smile devilishly as he sneaks away to slide out of the ring, reaching underneath the ring to see what it weapon it grants him. He pulls out a steel chair and immediately tosses it aside with disinterest, digging underneath that ring even more until finally… his hand wraps around a steel pipe. He pulls it out and stares at it, his face showing that he would have rather have had something far more sinister but he lightly shrugs, knowing the pipe will have to do. He slides back into the ring just as Ace sprints over towards him, dropkicking him that causes Joey to go crashing to the mat on his knees and Ace hurrying over to him so quickly that you’d think the man was floating as he begins delivering sharp right and left hooks to Joey’s temple in a way to get him to drop his weapon. The crowd is cheering and Ace looks ready as Joey quickly falls back to the mat to roll away from Ace and then hurriedly gets to his feet, pointing at Ace with a yell before charging towards him like a bull and swinging that steel pipe better than Derek Jeter swinging a baseball bat but Ace ducks the swing and jumps on Joey’s back as Joey continually swings the pipe like a madman. With a glare, Joey begins backing up quickly, picking up speed with each step until suddenly, he uses his body to make Ace slam against the turnbuckle post continually until Ace finally lets go of him. The ref manages to stay out of the way during the match as Ace grabs for Joey but is met with the pipe sickeningly cracking him against the side of the head, causing Ace to stumble back into the turnbuckle in a daze. Blood slowly begins to fall down the side of his face, eliciting a grin from Joey who pulls back that steel pipe with wanting another go at his head when Ace dips down just in time for Joey to miss. Ace then quickly grabs hold of the pipe that Joey is still holding to and makes Joey hit himself in the head so that Ace can hurriedly slide out of the ring as Joey tries to shake out of his slight daze. Ace rests against the apron for a moment before reaching underneath the ring, pulling out a table. Seeming to want something else, he realizes he isn’t in the predicament to be picky as he slides back into the ring with the table and begins to set it up. Quickly wiping at the blood on his face, he sees quickly Joey attempting a clothesline that Ace ducks. But Joey doubles up fast and rushes Ace again, this time laying him out with the successful clothesline. Soon as Ace hits the mat, Joey begins driving his boot into him, mud stomping the soul of him before glancing over at the table and works to slowly get Ace onto his feet.
Joey has Ace raised up high into the air, ready to powerbomb him through the table when Ace quickly begins working on Joey’s head, slamming his fists against it which after a while causes Joey’s hold on Ace to falter, Ace seizing the opportunity to get loose and DDT Joey through that table. Both men lie in the broken table, Joey having gotten the worse out of the two as Ace begins to slowly get up, holding his back when he quickly looks down to see Joey stirring. Seeming to have hoped the table would have been enough, Ace quickly looks around for a weapon of some sort when he notices the discarded steel chair outside of the ring that Joey hadn’t been interested in earlier. Quickly sliding out of the ring, Ace grabs it and slides right back into the ring as Joey is finally making it to his feet… a bit dazed but not down as he looks around for Ace and is greeted by a few chair shots to the back of his head. Joey staggers forward but doesn’t go down, prompting Ace to continue delivering those chair shots until Joey falls down to his knees. Raising the chair above his head and ready to strike again, Joey quickly elbows Ace in the stomach that causes him to stumble backwards, almost tripping over his own feet. Catching his footing, he takes a step forward but ends up flying onto his back from the intensity of Joey’s running headbutt. Ace lays on his back, breathing heavily as Joey feels moisture on the back of his head, reaching back to dab at the area and notices that Ace had busted him open from those chair shots. Officially pissed off, he glares down at Ace and bends down to roughly grab him by his arm, yanking him to his feet when Ace suddenly kicks Joey in the midsection. Ace uses that opportunity of Joey doubling over to maneuver behind him and grab hold of him, eying where the chair is on the mat as he inches towards it while dragging Joey along with him when suddenly…. He hits the Anglian Driver and Joey’s face plants into the steel chair! Joey is definitely out now as Ace quickly rolls Joey onto his back for the cover as the ref falls to the mat for the cover.
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Winner: Ace Watson
SEGMENT
DWF superstar and the self-proclaimed “One-Armed and Dangerous” Max Ironside sits on a couch that looks like it’s seen better days. He holds a TV remote in his hand which he tosses over his shoulder as his eyes lift to see the camera.
Max Ironside: Oh, hello there. I see you let yourself in.
He smiles, crossing his ankle over his knee, showing off his scuffed up Converse shoes.
Max Ironside: Watching all this hype on Twitter, watching people dropping out and getting replaced and all the little slings and arrows, I feel like I’m at that meeting in Suicide Squad where Amanda Waller was pitching her idea - let’s let the baddest guys do that job nobody else wants to. Except we’re not saving the city from some mystical ancient evil run amok. Nope. We’re beating each other senseless with weapons.
He shrugs.
Max Ironside: Same difference, I suppose. Still requires a level of disregard for personal well being that matched that motley band of rejects. Take a look around the playing field. We’ve got veterans. We’ve got untouchable psychos. We’ve got a few angry mo-fos who think they’re gonna send the rest of us running in fear. We’ve got a few looking to reinvent the wheel, a few looking to kick start a stalled career… and I suppose you’re wondering where I fit, aren’t you?
He picks up an 8x10 photograph from beside himself, turning it to the camera. It’s a photo of himself wearing a dog collar, covered in blood from head to toe. He flipped it to reveal another, and another, and another before tossing those over his shoulder as well.
Max Ironside: Starting to get the picture? Let’s just say this isn’t my first rodeo - one more punch on my Red Cross frequent donor’s card and I think I get a free donut! Pretty stoked about that, too!
He smirks.
Max Ironside: I hear Ash Scion thinks she’s going to go to the finals - former hardcore champion for so many companies I don’t think I could possibly name them all. There’s incentive, besides winning this whole thing to show that the best damn wrestlers in the world work for Defiant Wrestling and hail from Michigan. You want to win this, Ash? Come on and bring the pain then. I haven’t yet had an opponent in months that gets my blood boiling. Maybe you’ll be the golden goose, that one moment out there that isn’t some pre-chewed, boring-ass bullshit. Yeah, or maybe I'm dishing out credit where it's not really due.
He shrugs again.
Max Ironside: Talk about the bodies you’re going to leave broken out there, and mine WILL NOT be part of that number. Sorry. Unlike you, I leave no victims. No trails of broken bodies or hearts. I deal in complete and utter obliteration, you see. There won’t be anything left. Dental records will have to identify the remains. Call that bullshit if you want, but it’s fact. Call me a joke - heard that before. I’ve got my five minutes to get my message across and nothing more. What am I to you? Another self-serving, loud mouthed jerk? Sure. I've got nothing to say, so I say it very loudly so I sound badass. I’ll say it right to your face: you and me, babe, in the finals. You, broken and bleeding out at my feet. How about it?
He whistles a little tune, his foot bobbing along with it.
Max Ironside: I thrive on pain and adversity. It defines me. I’ve had to work harder, be better than all the rest because circumstances dictated that. Don’t look at me with pity because I’m the one who will be standing when the smoke clears. You can bank on that. That’s what I am, that’s where I am supposed to be. Kicking ass, busting heads, breaking the mold - I’ve done it all. I live for moments like these. Might be handicapped but you’d better believe I’m the most CAPABLE of pulling off the upset here. In the words of my arch nemesis Aidan Carlisle: WITNESS ME.
SEGMENT
Scene comes up backstage and we Chris Kyle preparing for his match against Blair Kivisto. Chris is wearing a black t-shirt, black tights with grab tribal signs, black boots, and black MMA gloves. This is Chris Kyle first official match and he wants to make an impression to the entire world and show that he’s a fighter. Chris hits the air as a warm up for the match and then looks at the camera.
Chris Kyle: Tonight, I face Blair Kivisto and I know that she has more experience in the ring, and that she may have some brutality to her name also. But, I know MMA, I know submission, and I know how to strike right where it hurts. I can’t say if I’m going to win or not, but I can assure that I’m more then ready for the fight ahead and you can be sure that if I’m going down, I’m going down swinging.
[/font][/span][/div]He cracks he neck as he goes back to hit a few punches in the air. He then stops as he gets his mind into the game.
Chris Kyle: Blair, you think I’m an easy target? You think that I’m going to massacred? But I think you need to understand that I’m different than anyone. You can break me, you can bust me open, and you can scar me …..but you’ll never beat me and you can be sure that I’m going to break you in half, move my way up this tournament and win it all. I’ll see you out there tonight.
[/font][/span][/div]Hardcore Rules
Hutch vs Max Ironside
Hutch was raring to go, running up the ramp to meet Ironside on his way out and blasting him with a bat he grips tightly, slamming it into the face of Ironside with an aggressive intent, forcing him down to the ramp with another strike, he raises the bat above his head and slams it down, connecting with steel that reverberates up his arms as Ironside had rolled out of the way!
Max kicks up and grabs the bat, forcing it up into Hutch’s mouth with a loud whack sound, Hutch pulls back as blood dribbles mixed with spit from his mouth, wiping at it with the back of his hand he toe punts the temple of the fallen Max with a loud grunt. Max uses the bat to slam it into the back of Hutch’s knee, bringing him down beside him.
The men both get to their feet and brawl their way up the ramp, trading blow for blow. Max wraps up and suplexes Hutch across the stage; the two men lock up and teeter on the edge, Max tosses Hutch off the stage and he lands back first on a production box with a yell.
Ironside goes for a leaping knee, but Hutch rolls out of the way and Max goes barrelling through the stage box, splintering it all around him; Hutch is just able to crawl his way over him for the three count.
Winner: Hutch Lanahan
SEGMENT
The camera cuts backstage, where interviewer Kasey White is standing ready. Next to her is DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez, dressed in a simple leather jacket and faded jeans.
Kasey White: "Here we are with one of our Hardcore Invitational entrants, Mariano Fernandez - and Mariano, it's great to have you here."
Manny responds with an amiable smile and a thumbs up sign, and another to the camera.
Mariano: "Hey yo. How you doing, mang. Likewise, it's great to be here in Fuckin' Awesome Wrestling. Thank you very much for having me, chicos."
Kasey White: "I have no doubt that the rest of the people in FAW, as well as the other guests in the tournament - and the members of the loyal FAW audience, will want to know why you're here. What can you tell us about that?"
Mariano: (Nods) "Aye, chica, and know that you shall. See, 'tis real simple. Soon as the Hardcore Invitational was announced, it started getting FLOODED with people, mang - some of which happen to be friends of mine on Twitter (you know how this is, mang - in this day and age, we wrestlers make good friends and bitter enemies, sometimes start chick flicks online like this was god damned Tinder) but never actually crossed paths in the ring, where it matters."
He starts enumerating with his hands as he continues speaking.
Mariano: "People like my friend Katie Moicelle (and NO, MANG, MANNY FERNANNY ISN'T A THING, GOD DAMNIT!), Travis Blake and Alicia Lukas (By the way, chicos, FUCK PINEAPPLE PIZZA AND CHOCOLATE-COVERED STRAWBERRIES!), my fellow 4CW people Keegan Ryan and Lord Raab, fellow Carny Zoe Chaos, Julliet Brooks, and especially my red friend Ash Scion coming back from the Andromeda Galaxy - god DAMN did I miss her, chica. Anyway, soon as I saw these names were joining, I knew I had to be here, mang - and thank Talos, and Hardcore Champ Cass Baumer AND Fuckin' Awesome Management for pulling some strings, I have the honor of standing here today to tell you this."
Kasey is about to speak, but Mariano raises a finger.
Mariano: "BUT! The main reason I'm in this here tournament, chica, is because I want (in a mock outraged tone) RETRIBUTION FOR CASS BAUMER'S SLANDEROUS COMMENTS!"
Kasey White: "But you seem to get along pretty well on social media!"
Mariano: "Well - uh, yes, that's rather true (Exaggeratedly) BUT SHE LEAKED OUT MY FAKE NUDES, MANG!"
Kasey White: (Intrigued) "You sent nudes to Cass Baumer!?"
(Beat. Manny's face goes tomato red, and he starts shaking his head wildly, his GLORIOUS soccer mom hair rocking back and forth.)
Mariano: "NO. NONONONONONONO! I don't even HAVE any nudes, mang. Hence why they're FAKE! Someone grabbed a pic of my face and must have Photoshopped them into some gay porn actor or some shit, they do that a LOT these days-"
Kasey White: "-But if they're fake nudes, how do you explain Cass claiming she got them FROM YOU?"
Mariano: (Stopped on his tracks) "I dunno mang why do I have to EXPLAIN everything?" (Mumbling) "Only possible explanation I have is that I was hacked or something."
Kasey White: "But again - how did those nudes find their way online? I have to check them out by the way."
Mariano: (Eyes almost bulging) "WHAT THE FUCK!" (Deep breath) "I got no idea how they appeared on the 'net, mang, but I know one thing - Cass Baumer leaked them, and for that she must pay. CASS BAUMER - I'M COMIN' FOR YOU, NIGGA!"
Ms. White doesn't reply, although it looks like she's trying her hardest not to break out in chuckles - and a few escape from the camera crew. Mariano, however, puts on a serious face, even though his eyes are shining mischievously.
Mariano: "And NO, I AIN'T RACIST, MANG. That shit is for the filthy Argonian lizards, the thieving Khajiit cats and the god damned Elf pointy-ear milk-drinkers. We Nords are much beyond that."
Kasey White: "Elves? Nords? I'm afraid you've lost me there, Mariano."
Mariano: "I'm a NORD, mang. You ever play Skyrim?"
Kasey White: "Oh - yes, I've played a bit."
Mariano: "Good, chica. Great game, let me tell you. Anyway, that's not the only reason I want to face Cass, chica. She did something worse than leaking out my fake nudes." (Silence of suspense) "SHE ALSO BROKE MY UTERUS."
At this point, the room goes utterly silent - with the exception of one guy in the camera crew breaking into laughter. Manny, however, is unfazed in his pretended solemnity.
Kasey White: "Wait, wait, wait. She broke your... what?"
Mariano: "My UTERUS, mang! She made a rumor about me and my girlfriend Paige Matthews (from WWH, although she's inactive for a training journey to Japan right now) being pregnant. Paige of course denied it, 'cause neither of us is looking to have kids at THIS point in time, so Cass said I WAS THE PREGNANT ONE. And that, and THAT... that REALLY hurt me, mang...
... in the UTERUS."
At this point no one can contain themselves anymore and they all start laughing, while a wink by Mariano lets them know it's all been a giant joke.
Mariano: "Seriously, chicos! And I don't even HAVE an uterus. THAT's how bad it was." (He raises a hand, asking for Ms. White and the crew's laughs to die down) "But seriously, mang. I'm mostly here for what I've just said - I got plenty of people here I'd like to face, some of whom I've never met, others I've already mentioned, and Cass Baumer most of all. And this Hardcore Invitational is just the right opportunity to do so, mang - to face her is what I want, and all who stand in my way before that. That's the only thing I need, mang - a foe to fight and a war to win...
(Reaching off-camera for a second, he produces his huge battleaxe, which he wields with two hands, putting on a deep, boisterous medieval voice)
Mariano: "... AND MY AXE."
Kasey White: "That's some weapon you have there, Mariano."
Mariano: "You like it, mang? 'Tis called Wuuthrad. First wielded by Ysgramor of the Five Hundred Companions, shattered for ages, and now reforged to do battle once more! Oh - and especially deadly to Elves."
Kasey White: (Deadpan) "You got that from Skyrim, didn't you?"
Mariano: (Looking at Ms. White's dull expression, he gives her a trollface) "... PROBLEM?"
Kasey White: "Let's get this over with. You've been pretty clear - at least when you haven't been going on these crazy rants..."
Mariano: "That's why they call me DA #TROLL GUY, mang."
Kasey White: "... about why you're here and what your intentions are. Any final thing you'd like to say before we wrap this up?"
Mariano: "Only one thing, mang: To everyone in management, I'm once again grateful for being here in Fuckin' Awesome Wrestling. To the fans, I say - you come here looking for FUCKIN' AWESOME hardcore violence - and that's what DA #TROLL GUY is coming to give you. And to any opponents, friends or otherwise, that I will be facing in the tournament, I only have one thing to say:
DON'T SING IT, CHICOS... BRING IT.
Oh, and to everybody watching, one last thing:
(He points his battleaxe to the camera, again with the put on medieval warrior tone)
SKYRIM BELONGS TO THE NORDS.
Thank you!"
With that done, Manny walks away whistling to himself, as Kasey White takes the mic one last time.
Kasey White: "Ladies and gentlemen, that was DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez - hope you managed to understand him more than any of us here did!"
Hardcore Rules
Blair Kivisto v Chris Kyle
Chris Kyle wanted to show the world he was the real deal in his debut match. It was on Blair to play spoiler to that. Her years of experience in this sort of environment, combined with her speed advantage really played a pivotal role in being that spoiler. She displayed her hardcore expertise to the fullest extent after taking him down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. After Kyle rolled out of the ring, Blair was there to follow only for Kyle to try and pull her into that Dragon Sleeper.
Blair was quick to fight out of it, slipping out of the hold long enough to drop down and send Kyle into the crowd barricade with a Drop Toe Hold. Despite a few more bursts of momentum throughout the match, Chris Kyle wasn’t able to get his feet planted solid enough to take control of the match. Towards the end, Blair pelted the stumbling Kyle with anything she could find, even at one point taking a cellphone from a member of the audience, promising to pay him back after she destroyed the phone against the head of Kyle.
The ending finally came when Blair had decided she had enough. That engraved set of brass knuckles covering her hand, she caught Chris Kyle flush right in the forehead with that object, dropping him like a sack of bricks. The official dropped for the count, Blair advancing.
Winner: Blair Kivisto.
Hardcore Rules
Mario Fernandez v Kumbhakarnage
It was a grave clash of styles as Kumbhakarnage took on Fernandez. Fernandez employed an effective “stick and move” tactic in the beginning of the match as he caught his massively larger opponent with various speedy strikes. The tactic frustrated and disoriented Kumbhakarnage enough to allow Fernandez to catch him with a stiff rolling koppu kick. Fernandez went for the pin as soon as the big man hit the mat, but he only received a two-count. Fernandez switched his plan of attack as he went to the outside and grabbed a chair. Upon rolling back into the ring, he began savagely pelting the larger man with vicious shots. He ended his volley by chucking the chair directly into Kumbhakarnage’s face. Fernandez once again went for the cover only to get a two-count.
The larger man get fed up and had enough. For the next five minutes or so the audience lay witness to Fernandez getting tossed around the ring with various suplexes and slams. During the midst of his flurry, Fernandez was able to catch him with a stiff elbow before he shot himself into the ropes. Kumbhakarnage responded by tossing him into the air and demolishing him with a European uppercut on the way down. Kumbhakarnage went for the pin, but only received a two-count as well. The big man’s momentum carried on. After he’d laid out Fernandez with a huge powerbomb, Kumbhakarnage exited the ring. He grabbed a table and then rolled back into the ring to position it in the corner. Kumbhakarnage picked his opponent and attempted to whip him into that corner, but Fernandez slid on the mat to stall is forward momentum. Kumbhakarnage charged in but got caught with a dropsault. Not to be outdone Kumbhakarnage charged in again. However, Fernandez sidestepped and sent the big man crashing through the table.
After both opponents had a moment to catch their breath, they began rumbling once more. The action soon spilled to the outside. Kumbhakarnage began to toss Fernandez around a bit more. However, the big got too cocky as he turned his attention to the fans in attendance. This allowed Fernandez to search under the ring and grab a bundle of light tubes held together by a rubber band. The bundle was tossed at the side of Kumbhakarnage’s head as he turned around. The big man caught the with his hands—he also caught a savage "Gadfly" enzuigiri to the side of the head, which shattered the light tubes. Out of nowhere, Fernandez reared back and blew green mist into Kumbhakarnage’s face. After a quick kick to the knee, Fernandez took a couple paces back and the hit his “TROLLFACE!” shining wizard. Fernandez went for the cover and got the three-count.
WINNER: Mario Fernandez
Hardcore Rules
Phoenix Q vs Alaina Laroux
The bell rang and Alaina approached Phoenix, shouting insults her way. It was clear just where Phoenix’s focus was as she lunged at Alaina, catching her in the mouth with a right hand. More followed as she backed Alaina into those ropes behind her. A firm grip of the wrist and she pivoted around, launching her across the ring with that irish whip. Upon the rebound, Phe went low, catching Alaina in the stomach with a shot that had the youngest Laroux flipping up and over with a thud.
No showboating, no playing to the crowd, Phoenix was there to prove a point against Alaina and she intended to do just that. As Alaina tried to get back to her feet, Phe stomped down onto her head, knocking her back down to the stretched out canvas. Phoenix bent down to pick Alaina up only for her to quickly roll out of the way, slipping under the bottom set of ropes and to the outside of the ring.
It didn’t take long for Phoenix to give chase, quickly ducking out of the ring in pursuit of Alaina. As soon as her feet hit the ringside area, Alaina threw herself into Phoenix, sending her crashing back against the ring apron. Intent on keeping the advantage, she ducked down, sending a few well placed shoulder blocks into the stomach of The Firebird, further smashing her into the hardest part of the ring. Alaina took a single step back, just enough space to jump up and catch her with a Jumping Enziguri to the side of the head, dropping Phoenix to the outside mats.
Alaina made the cover, hooking a single leg as the official barely reached a one count before Phoenix kicked out. Backing off of her opponent, Alaina seemingly stalked her, sending a stiff stomp down onto her shoulder. More were to follow as it was clear where Alaina’s target was. Each stomp inflicted more damage than the one before as Alaina’s confidence began to grow, showing as she took a moment to wave off the comment of one of the audience members. Her lack in focus was paid for when she went to pick Phoenix up, only to be pulled back by her tights, her forehead bouncing off of the very apron she was using earlier.
Back in the driver’s seat, Phoenix leaned down before throwing up the ringskirt, looking for something underneath the ring. Pulling out a kendo stick, she looked down at the fallen Alaina as she stirred ever so slightly. Bringing that weapon high into the air, she swung it down across the back of Alaina with every ounce of force within her body. A near deafening scream emitted from behind her lips as she tried desperately to get away. With each movement to get away from Alaina, Phoenix was there with another sickening shot across the unprotected body of Alaina. Almost toying with her, she made no attempt to stop Alaina’s retreat, following close with those repeated shots.
As they got half way up the entrance ramp, that kendo stick was near useless. Phoenix pitched it off to the side, stalking the pain wrecked Alaina. Phoenix moved in to finish Alaina only to catch sight of Lennox Daniels as she stepped out from behind that black curtain. Lennox began to walk towards Phoenix and Alaina, full well ready to attack Phoenix before a commotion in the crowd to the right of them revealed Gabriel Laroux as he hopped over the barricade, moving to stand firm between Lennox and Phoenix as she grinned from ear to ear, nodding her head.
Gabriel took a single step towards Lennox as she took one back, shaking her head. Mouthing something to Gabriel, she couldn’t help but to laugh as the eldest Laroux scowled, watching her disappear to the back. Phoenix allowed Alaina time to get back to her feet, only to catch her flush in the side of the head with that Roundhouse Kick. Before she could collapse, Phoenix stuffed her head before leaving her feet into that Flipping Piledriver, spiking the head of Alaina Laroux off of that steel ramp, making the cover and hooking both legs after The Fear of Landing! It was elementary as the official dropped, making the three count.
Winner: Phoenix Quagliaterre.
Getting back to her feet, she called over to Gabriel, stopping him from giving chase to Lennox. As he turned around, he saw Phoenix almost offering him the fallen Alaina. Walking towards them, Gabriel looked down to his fallen sister. Lowering himself to a kneel beside her, he brushed a few strands of hair away from her view, slapping the side of her face a few times to make sure she was awake enough to hear him.
Gabriel Laroux: I’m..not..Xavier.
Bringing his arms under her, Gabriel drug Alaina up to her feet, hooking her head. Wrapping his arms under her, he brought her up onto his shoulders before falling forward, driving her down mercilessly onto that steel ramp with the Gutwrench Powerbomb. Rising back up to his feet, he looked down at her, not a hint of emotion showed in his features as he shook his head slowly, disappointment showing in his features. Not another word said, Gabriel walked away, disappearing to the back giving Phoenix time to celebrate her return victory.
Main Event
Hardcore Rules
Gavin Grimes vs Tanner Halsey
Gavin and Tanner start off in the ring together; Gavin quickly puts Tanner on his ass and calls out for him to get up, Tanner responds in kind, tackling Gavin down to the mat and the pair go back and forth, one is on top and then the other, they roll across the canvas just beating the shit out of each other until they eventually roll out of the ring. Gavin lands on top of Tanner and slams his head against the mats a couple of times before he gets up and socks his boot into the side of Tanner, as he goes for a second kick though, Tanner is quick to grab up his foot and yanks up, slamming Gavin onto his back, he hits the barrier as he goes down.
Tanner gets back up into the ring and Gavin is quick to follow, the pair trade some blows until Tanner is taken to his knee with a hard shoulder to the gut, Gavin is setting up for the Crowning when suddenly; make me wanna die hits the speakers!
Gavin freezes and turns around as Eliza Valentine walks out onto the stage, she has the PGW Championship strapped around her waist and she runs her fingers over it with a chuckle, Gavin starts screaming for her to get down to the ring now. He’s so distracted he is caught out by Tanner who brings him down!
Tanner then hits Gavin with his OWN finisher getting a pin count after nailing him with ‘The Crowning’
Winner: Tanner Halsey
Tanner rolls out of the ring and starts to laugh, waving at Gavin as he gets to his feet, Tanner thrusts his hands up in the air to boos from the crowd.
Tanner Halsey: Thanks for the main event PAL!
Tanner backs up the ramp still laughing as he goes, when he reaches the top of the ramp he turns to grab Eliza’s hand and winks at her, before stooping down to kiss her hand. Eliza smiles at him and pretends to swoon before they both turn and disappear behind the curtain.
Gavin seems almost dumbstruck as he stands in the middle of the ring, shaking his head in pure disbelief, after a minute or two he finally drops out of the ring and makes chase up the ramp and backstage Fiona Nelson walks up to Gavin and cuts him off.
Fiona Nelson: Gavin! Can you comment on what just happened? That victory for Tanner was a HUGE deal for him obviously, but what do you have to say about Eliza?
Gavin’s fists clench as he looks red hot with anger, which causes Fiona to take a step back.
Fiona Nelson: Uhhh… If you don’t want to talk right now, I’ll understand.
Gavin grabs the microphone from Fiona and glares into the camera.
Gavin Grimes: Eliza Valentine… I know you’re back here somewhere and I’m going to fucking find you for costing me this match. You’re fucking through! I’m going to break your fucking neck!
Fiona’s eyes widen as she begins to walk away from the scene as Gavin keeps on ranting.
Gavin Grimes: You think this shit is funny? Costing me like this? I’m going to take everything that’s important to you… Including your career and that Proving Grounds Championship of yours! I hope you’re fu-...
Before Gavin can finish, Eliza charges into the scene and clocks Gavin in the head with her Proving Grounds Championship. She holds onto her belt as she stands over him.
Eliza Valentine: What’s that Gavin? Seems like you couldn’t finish your sentence there. Well, since you want to give me a chance to speak, I’ll tell you what’s going to happen. I’m going to run you out of Proving Grounds, MY company. I’m going to show everyone that you have lost a step. You know everyone’s been whispering and deep down, it bothers you. It’s why you’re trying to use ME to elevate yourself.
She bends down further and shoves the belt into Gavin’s face.
Eliza Valentine: This is the closest you’re EVER going to get to my belt. Remember this moment, Gavin. Remember all of it as a warning that I’m going to be the one to finish you.
Eliza shoves the belt hard into Gavin’s face one last time before standing up and laughing. Backstage staff show up to check on Gavin and make Eliza back off and she continues to laugh before walking off and the scene fades out.