Post by Ana Valentine on Jul 10, 2017 18:01:17 GMT
Fucking Awesome Wrestling Presents:
Delirium
Live from Las Vegas, Nevada
We see FAW Hardcore Invitational participate, Tanner Halsey, sitting on some crates backstage. He is in ripped jeans, a black shirt and work boots.
Tanner Halsey: I came here to scout the talent. To see who would stand up and try to be heard before anyone else. But the thing is about those blades of grass that stand higher are the first to get cut down. That's going to be you Gavin Grimes…
He smirks as he dangles his feet off the crates.
Tanner Halsey: You always want it to be about you, right? You have to stand out, make your name known right? Banging on your chest and swinging ya dick like you own the place. You know, cause your Gavin fuckin Grimes!
He laughs as the words come out of his mouth.
Tanner Halsey: But, I'm up for shocking the world… And that's by me bouncing Gavin fuckin Grimes from this Hardcore Invitational. So Gavin… Get ready for some serious disappointment at my hands.
Tanner smirks again before hopping off the crates and walking off into the back.
Jared Bishop walks into the arena. He has a pissed off look on his face as he looks deep into the camera. He takes a deep breath as he sets his bag down he rubs his hands together and starts to speak.
Jared Bishop: The past few days have been long for me. I was betrayed by my best friend so he could follow a pack, I was placed into this tournament against Katie Anderson, Natasha fell off the face of the earth and I am now by myself, trying to pick something up. Trying to make something better for myself.
He takes another deep breath and shakes his head.
Jared Bishop: But the past has shaped me, I know it has only been a few days with all of the stuff that has happened but you know what? That has made me stronger that has shown me that no matter how good something is going a wrench can be thrown in your spokes and you can trip up and fall But it is how you get up and fight that defines you.
He closes his eyes as he grabs his back and starts to walk towards the locker room.
Jared Bishop: When I found out about this tournament I wanted to do it because at that time Xavier and I were a team and I wanted to kind of prove to him that I could do something on my own. I am not sure if that was the moment he decided to turn on me because I wanted to branch out and do something different or if he already had it in his head. But whatever it was it sucked and I need to move on from that and I will. As for Natasha I’m not sure where that went wrong, I’m not sure if it was something I did or if she just felt the weight of losing all the time finally took a toll on her.
He shakes his head as he gets to the locker room door and opens it.
Jared Bishop: As for Katie Anderson we have had a little bit of a back and forth where she KNOWS without a shadow of a doubt she can beat me. But honestly I have that feeling as well, Katie can talk a big game and she can feel that she is more than a pretty face and all of that but at the end of the day when I get into that ring with her I am going to beat her. You see we ALL have something to prove into this tournament and I get that but you know what.
He smirks a bit as he cracks his knuckles.
Jared Bishop: I have A LOT more to prove than most people, because I have been left out in the cold but a lot of people and I need to step into that ring and make a difference, and when I get in that ring with Katie and she can talk a big game but when I knock her down and I keep her down and get my hand raised then it will be over. Then she can look up at me and I can say I told you so…also as for Xavier and his little pack because I know they are watching when this is done I am taking every single one of you out. I promise.
He smirks again as he walks into the locker room and closes the door.
Singles Match
Kameron Young v Cecily Bell
The match started off with the veteran Cecily taking control of the match. She hit a DDT followed up by a dropkick. She then threw Kameron out of the ring. She tried to do a suicide dive but Kameron ducked and Cecily went crashing to the floor. He rolled her back into the ring and followed quickly. He now took control of the match and threw her into the turnbuckles. He followed her with a boot to the face which made her crash and burn to the mat. He waited for her to get up and nailed a DDT to only get a two count.
Both wrestlers got up now and squared off the fans were hot for the opening match now as they kept hitting move after move and near fall after near fall. Cecily gained momentum again she then went for her High Heels finisher but Kameron blocked it and sent her off the ropes and nailed her with a huge lariat that left her spinning in the air and hitting the mat hard. Kameron went for the cover and picked up the win.
Winner: Kameron Young
After the match Cecily Bell is walking backstage. She held her head in pain as she got to the locker room. She opened the door and on the bench was Jemma Mercie. Jemma had a smile on her face and a water in her hand which she quickly handed to Cecily.
Jemma Mercie: You looked good out there CeCe there is nothing to be mad at.
Cecily shakes her head as she takes the water and brushes past Jemma.
Cecily Bell: What do you know about it Jemma? I lost a match that I should have won. That Kameron kid is nothing. I was riding high with momentum what the hell was that.
Jemma smiles as she walks back up to Cecily and slaps her back.
Jemma Mercie: You know how we talked about that thing last night?
Cecily nods her head for a minute as she takes another drink of water and grabs a towel and starts to head to the bathroom.
Cecily Bell: Yeah?
Jemma Merice: Maybe we should make that happen…
Cecily smirks a bit then nods her head as she walks into the shower and turns the water on.
Cecily Bell: Maybe we should.
Jemma puts her hands together and smirks as the scene fades to black.
Cameras cutting backstage as “YOUR Favorite Drug” Xavier Laroux as he prepared for his Hardcore Match against Cass Baumer. Icon for Hire’s Off With Her Head played on a loop, volume turned up full blast, in the background Those eyes closed, Xavier bounced from heel to heel, hyping himself up. Dropping into an offensive stance, Laroux began throwing his right knee up, limbering himself up. His concentration was shattered as he heard a knock at the door. Moving to turn that music down, Xavier went to open that door, a slight smirk growing across his features as he saw who it was.
Stepping to the side, Xavier held the door open as walking into the room would be the FAW Showcase Champion The Antagonist Gabriel Laroux. A pair of black slacks hung securely from his waist while his torso was draped with the somewhat loose fitting black and white striped t-shirt. Gabriel held the door open, his head turning to look on the other side of that door. Moving around him to look up to Xavier’s face with a mildly apprehensive expression, Lyric Night, dressed in her medics uniform frowns slightly but remains silent for the time being.
Approaching the two, Xavier extended his hand towards Gabriel, the two shaking hands, sharing a momentary embrace. A step taken back, Xavier looked back and forth between Gabe and Lyric, unable but to be a bit curious at the whole situation, that curiosity showing as clear as day on his features. Shaking it off, Xavier returned to his hype regiment, readying for the coming fight.
Xavier Laroux: No funny shit out there, right?
A flash of obviously feigned innocence showed across the face of the elder Laroux, standing at the side of Lyric, slightly leaning against her as his arm slipped around the small of her back.
Gabriel Laroux: When have I ever been known to partake in..funny shit?
Stopping dead in his tracks, Xavier looked at Gabriel with a completely straight face, his head tilted to the side as he looked at Gabriel, serious doubt showing in his face. Turning his head to look at Lyric, motioning his head towards Gabe.
Xavier Laroux: This fuckin guy. Tell’em, hippy chick. No bullshit out there tonight, Ima go out there and handle this my way.
Lyric holds her hands up in a mock surrender way before she shakes her head.
Lyric Night: I'm staying out of this one, also, again… not a hippie.
She makes a slight face at him and then indicates to his knee with a slight incline of her brow.
Lyric Night: That holding up okay?
Bending down a bit, he slapped his hand on the front of that knee before bending his leg back and forth at the knee, nodding in satisfaction.
Xavier Laroux: It's good enough to get the job done and there's a lilbit of hippieness goin on there. You're one flower crown away from Woodstock, c’mon now.
Shooting a wink towards them, Laroux moved to grab up a water bottle next to the speaker that was emitting the soft music. Gabriel laughed, shaking his head as Xavier drank from his bottle.
Gabriel Laroux: She's gone off the deep end..
Sighing out, Xavier let his head fall back as he rolled his eyes, sighing rather dramatically. Despite this, Gabriel continued on.
Gabriel Laroux: You take this lightly but we all saw it. She even went at you. She's not in the right state of mind, she needs help and everyone in here knows it, everyone period knows it. The girl isn't to be trusted, not in this sort of environment.
Xavier folded his arms at his chest, waiting for Gabriel to finish. As he did, Xavier let those arms drop down to his sides, taking a step back to look at the both of them.
Xavier Laroux: People tell me the same thing bout you two..you especially..
He shot a look towards Lyric, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
Xavier Laroux: They say you're like a fuckin enchantress. Manipulating things behind the scenes and that whole line of shit. But, what do I do when they do come to me with this shit? I let’em say whatever they hafta say. I tell’em it's not like that. Get called stupid, blind, naive..
Shaking his head, he waved off the notion. Lyric laughs slightly and shrugs her shoulders, leaning in just a little she arches a brow at Xavier.
Lyric Night: Maybe it is like that… I mean, you don't really know do you? And it's that way for a very simple reason X, unlike her and unlike you I don't need to put my every thought across social media to be scrutinized and considered.
Folding her own arms now she lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes slightly.
Lyric Night: Something you fail to realize is the walls are crumbling around you and you're smiling away like everything is fine, even if I were some master manipulator with Gabriel under my spell, the fact is, nobody could say it's to his detriment… Because he has gone from strength to strength where as you have;
She pauses and curls her lip very slightly.
Lyric Night: Floundered… You're emotional and you're demonstrating that perfectly now. Cass isn't your friend, she isn't anybody's friend and as much as I want her to get help… So long as she thinks she has you to run to, she won't.
Leaning back against Gabriel now Lyric drops her arms to her sides.
Lyric Night: So if you actually care about her even the tiniest amount, you'll worry less about whether or not this is going to be called down the middle and more about what's going to be left of her after the match.
Xavier Laroux: Not alllll of us wanna drop off the grid and live out the hippie compound but I digress.
Bringing his hands up, Xavier shrugged his shoulders, taking another long drink from that water. Before he could continue, Gabriel spoke up.
Gabriel Laroux: She's telling the truth, Xavier. Things are just getting better and better because I know how to see things as they really are, not how I want them to be. You need to listen to what we’re saying.
Xavier Laroux: No..I need this show to finish so we can haul ass ‘cross country and hopefully squeeze some time with Phe in before goin into another situation where I had to defend you and speak up on your behalf.
Lyric clicks her fingers at him and lets out an annoyed sigh.
Lyric Night: Do you want to at least PRETEND to focus on your current task? Or is that hippie shit too?
Rolling her eyes she looks up at Gabriel and holds her hands out palms up in an exasperated notion.
Lyric Night: This is quickly becoming pointless…
Xavier Laroux: God, you are sucha bitch. I thought you people were suppose to be all bout peace and love and harmony and shit.
Shaking his head, Xavier walked up before stopping in front of Gabriel, his eyes never once leaving Lyric.
Xavier Laroux: Ole grouch ass must be rubbin off on you..
That smirk growing, he shot Lyric a wink.
Xavier Laroux: Figuratively, of course. Rest of that shit ain't none of my business.
Clearly growing frustrated with the whole situation, Gabriel took a step forward, the two standing face to face.
Gabriel Laroux: Why must everything be a joke with you? This is a very serious situation we’re dealing with and you're acting like it's no big deal. Like it or not, this is something you're going to have to deal with..unless you want another Lennox on your hands.
Parting his lips as if he was going to say something, he stopped himself before pushing past Gabriel and Lyric, heading towards that door.
Xavier Laroux: Don't make a mess. I'll see you out there.
Pulling the door open, he made his way out into the hallway, leaving Gabriel to shake his head in irritation.
Gabriel Laroux: I don't know..
Lyric turns slightly to look up at him and places her hand on Gabriel’s chest.
Lyric Night: There are, very few occasions when I hate to be right, but…
She nods her head slightly towards the door, then look back up at him again.
Lyric Night: Just remember what I said.. Priorities, don't forget yours.
Seth Lawless walks into the arena. He is in a t-shirt and jeans. He has his wrestling bag slung over his shoulder. He winks to the camera and waves his hand dismissively. But he turns on his heels and looks back at the camera and shakes his head.
Seth Lawless: Do you want something from me?
No one says anything but he nods his head and licks his lips.
Seth Lawless: Fine I guess I can give you a little something. My name is Seth Lawless, and I'm here at FAW to do something a little bit crazy. I'm here to take over the damn company. You see I'm still a big name and I don't need to fight anyone to make my name bigger. Contrary to what some people thing, you see yeah here in FAW I might not have my society but it doesn't matter because I'm damn good on my own and I will prove that tonight when I take out Fiona.
He starts to walk off and turns back around and looks at the camera.
Seth Lawless: Then after that people are going to have to prove me wrong. Cause quite frankly I don't think anyone in this company has the balls to do it.
Singles Match
Seth Lawless v Fiona O’Dalaigh
Seth starts the match by quickly going to the outside and playing to the crowd. Fiona is visibly pissed off as she goes outside to try and confront Seth. Seth laughs as he enters the ring which leads Fiona to do the same. He then quickly goes back to the outside. She looks at him and starts to yell at him. He shrugs his shoulders, as she tries to step back outside Seth slides in. Fiona laughs because she has him trapped.
She walks over to him and nails him with a couple punches which makes him try to cover up. She is like a banshee as the fans start to get behind her a bit. She pushes him off the ropes and nails him with a dropkick. She goes for a cover but Seth kicks out. Fiona keeps control for a bit longer as she puts him into a headlock. Seth pushes her off into the turnbuckle and follows her up with a clothesline.
After that Seth has control of the match keep Fiona down. He then grabs her and throws her off the ropes and nails her with the “Detroit is Burning” (Pop-Up Powerbomb) He goes for the cover and gets his first win in FAW.
Winner: Seth Lawless
The view switches to a hospital room, with the self-claimed underdog Katie Moicelle lying in a bed. Decked out in a sweet set of average hospital scrubs that leave everything except her previously bruised face to the imagination.
Katie Moicelle: All right... you most likely don't know who I am and are probably thinking "golly gee, who is this dumb brunette on the screen ruining my show?" And you'd be right to think that, I'm pretty much a minnow in a sea of sharks. A housecat in a jungle of lions. Or, to put it simply... the underdog. The one who has the primest of opportunities to prove every single one of her doubters wrong, even... well, especially if one of those doubters is herself.
Katie purses her lips in a slight grimace.
Katie Moicelle: That said, you see names like Gavin Grimes... Mariano Fernandez... Tricia Reinhardt... Ash Scion... Blair Kivisto... Matt Shields... Ace Watson... Julliet Brooks... Phoenix Quagliaterre... Gray Malone... Nirvana and Travis Blake, and at some point, you gotta wonder "what the hell kind of chance does this Katie Moi...chelly or whatever have?" To be honest, I've kinda been wondering that one a lot. In fact, I've been actively wondering how fucked I'd be in this whole situation. I've been wondering if I'm gonna lose in the first round, never to be heard from again. I've been scared that I'm going to let all of my friends down and I'd have to retire after Tricia mauls me. I've been terrified of the thought of being embarrassed as the fish out of water. I've been fearing the day that I step into this ring and get my ass handed to me on a table... before being thrown through it like an oversized ragdoll. I've been horrified about this whole deal because of so many unknowns that may or may not even happen. It's well documented on Twitter alone that I'm not feeling very confident about the Hardcore Invitational, and even if I win just one round, I could call my time in the tourney successful. But here's the deal: most anyone else would be disappointed in going 1-1. Anyone else in this tournament would take going 1-1 for granted, as if they "got cheated" or as if this whole thing's rigged. I'd just say "well, at least you won before crashing and burning." Anyone else going 1-1 is bound to be an upset of the ages. Heck, anyone going 0-1 is going to be an upset... except for one. I feel like most any other match in this tournament isn't 100% confirmed except for my eventual loss, just so people can point at me and say "well, don't YOU feel stupid for signing up?" Even if I win just one round, I'll always say "no, I don't" because at least I got that one win before losing. One win and I'll be happy I signed up, because even one win for me, let alone winning the whole hog, would be a Cinderella story for the ages.
For once, Moicelle smiles before sighing and lowering her raised up eyebrows, returning her expression to neutral.
Katie Moicelle: Now, as for my opponent... I'm not sure if she's thinking the match we're gonna have is going to be easy, or if she's preparing for it just as much, if not more so than I am. I don't know what I'm getting into the ring with once the tournament starts, and that terrifies me. She could easily rip my head off then leave off to have a cup of tea with the second round. She could easily win this whole invitational while I'm told to "stop crying like a little bitch" on Twitter. That is very much possible, and I, as a novice of hardcore matches, accept that. I have to, or else that would make me ignorant at best, hypocritical at worst... and no one wants that.
She shakes her head no before wrapping up.
Katie Moicelle: Now, who am I and why am I ruining your show? I am Katie Moicelle. I am the underdog. I'm here to win. I'm here to become FAW Hardcore Champion... and no matter the odds, I will overcome, and for that... I will become even stronger.
The view goes blank. Camera off.
After his match; the mountain Kameron Young is sitting backstage in his locker room, already showered and out of his ring gear, Kimbalee Young is just freshly into hers and pulling a face at the sight of their manager, Yasmin, sitting on his lap, the two sharing a small laugh.
Yamin Callera: Ai, cheer up bonita, you look so glum, your brother has set the tone for the night, we should be celebrating!
Kimbalee Young: In case you’ve both forgotten I am yet to wrestle, sorry if I don’t feel too much like celebrating until after then…
Yasmin makes a playfully pouty face at Kimi and leans over, jostling her shoulder.
Yasmin Caballera: You are going to do great, I just know it.
Kameron Young: You got this sis, go out there and crush it. After you do that I'm going to make sure we finally get booked as a team so we can show FAW exactly what Young Ink is all about.
Yasmin wraps her arm around the back of his neck and gently kisses the top of his head.
Yasmin Caballera: Mmm, I love it when you take charge mi amor!
As she wriggles against his lap with a laugh, Kimbalee makes a face and stands up, holding out her hand.
Kimbalee Young: Okay so, firstly EW! Secondly, thanks for the confidence and lastly… I am going to leave you two alone to…
She pauses and makes a grossed out face at them both.
Kimbalee Young: Celebrate.
Kameron lightly chuckles.
Kameron Young: Don't worry, I promise to… Maybe be done when you finish your match.
Kameron lets out a laugh as Kimbalee makes an ew face and leaves the locker room.
Yamin Callera: Ai, cheer up bonita, you look so glum, your brother has set the tone for the night, we should be celebrating!
Kimbalee Young: In case you’ve both forgotten I am yet to wrestle, sorry if I don’t feel too much like celebrating until after then…
Yasmin makes a playfully pouty face at Kimi and leans over, jostling her shoulder.
Yasmin Caballera: You are going to do great, I just know it.
Kameron Young: You got this sis, go out there and crush it. After you do that I'm going to make sure we finally get booked as a team so we can show FAW exactly what Young Ink is all about.
Yasmin wraps her arm around the back of his neck and gently kisses the top of his head.
Yasmin Caballera: Mmm, I love it when you take charge mi amor!
As she wriggles against his lap with a laugh, Kimbalee makes a face and stands up, holding out her hand.
Kimbalee Young: Okay so, firstly EW! Secondly, thanks for the confidence and lastly… I am going to leave you two alone to…
She pauses and makes a grossed out face at them both.
Kimbalee Young: Celebrate.
Kameron lightly chuckles.
Kameron Young: Don't worry, I promise to… Maybe be done when you finish your match.
Kameron lets out a laugh as Kimbalee makes an ew face and leaves the locker room.
The camera pans around the arena to show the massive crowd in attendance, when suddenly the lights go out. In what seems like a minute, the Tron springs to life as the face of Gray Malone is shown, smiling. The crowd start cheering at the appearance of Malone.
Gray: Sorry I could not be there tonight, but I am back home in Kill Devil Hills, training hard once again for my one on one match with Jenson Idol, this Friday night for Empire Pro. But you see, I am also training for another event. I’ve been blessed with the opportunity to compete in the Hardcore Invitational Tournament for Fucking Awesome Wrestling.
As such, I’d like to thank Zooey Anderson for allowing me a chance to do myself justice.
The camera on Malone pans back to show him standing on a beach, with no shirt on. Yet his arms and fists are wrapped in Barbed Wire.
Gray: This is my last chance. My last go around in this business. When I was asked to join this tournament, I jumped at the chance to get a shot of glory. There are almost 50 top caliber athletes in this tournament. The blood will flow on the FAW mats, and the crowds will see things that can and will turn their stomachs.
Many have called me a has been. That may be true. I’ve been called trash. A shell of what I used to be. It doesn’t matter what they call me, anymore. I don’t give a fuck of what the others say. I believe in my fucking self, and I know I can plow through everyone thrown at me in my quest to win this damn thing. One thing that the world knows about me, is my history with Hardcore. I can shed blood with the best of them, and I can create scenes to make every fan watching visibly ill.
So until you see me in that ring, with Barbed wire wrapped around these hands….have yourselves a wonderful night, and enjoy the show.
He smiles again, as the Tron goes black again
We cut to the back where Rafael Cruz is getting ready for his match.
Rafael Cruz: Tonight I get to show how truly fucking awesome I am when I get to knock off one half of Young Ink. Now, I know beating some tag team wrestler doesn't sound that impressive and to be honest it's not. But you know me… I make the stupid look phenomenal.
Rafi chuckles as he shrugs his shoulders.
Rafael Cruz: Just look at the last show, I made Lex Collins not look like some old fart that cries after a loss. Wanna talk about my shit attitude or whatever you want to try to bring me down with Lexy? Fine with me but just remember that in the record books? I'll always have that win over you.
He starts to tape up his wrists.
Rafael Cruz: Just like after tonight, Kimi Young will get a taste of how fucking awesome I am… and she can thank me for letting her be in the ring with me afterwards.
He playfully winks at the camera.
Hardcore Rules
Xavier Laroux v Cass Baumer
The match kicks off with Xavier and Cass going back and forth, both mostly ignoring the hardcore rules set up, but as soon as Xavier starts to get the upperhand, Cass rolls out of the ring and backs up the ramp, Xavier falls into the trap and follows her, being met with a knee to rival his own, the pair bounce each other off the security rails before backing up the ramp, trading blows, when out of nowhere Alaina Laroux throws Cass off the stage! Just as Xavier turns to celebrate with her, Alaina gets an odd look in her eyes before running her own brother off the stage, before Gabriel can do anything to stop her she throws Xavier off the stage too and through a table!!
With both out cold, Alaina moves down the ramp and around to where the pair are, Gabriel follows and Alaina drags her brother over Cass, yelling at Gabriel to make the count and he does, both Xavier and Cass both still out.
Winner: Xavier Laroux
Gabriel then turns to face his little sister, yelling at her she holds up her hands and starts to apologize shaking her head quickly, he looks as though hes going to relent when a steel chair crashes down over the back of him sending him to his knees, Lennox Daniels rams the edge of the chair into his back again incapacitating him. Lennox and Alaina stare each other down, Alaina yanking the chair from the blondes hand she steps up to Lennox.
Alaina smirks before reigning down a blow to the prone Gabriel, then tossing the chair aside, she embraces Lennox before the pair raise their arms into the air, surveying the damage at their feet.
The match kicks off with Xavier and Cass going back and forth, both mostly ignoring the hardcore rules set up, but as soon as Xavier starts to get the upperhand, Cass rolls out of the ring and backs up the ramp, Xavier falls into the trap and follows her, being met with a knee to rival his own, the pair bounce each other off the security rails before backing up the ramp, trading blows, when out of nowhere Alaina Laroux throws Cass off the stage! Just as Xavier turns to celebrate with her, Alaina gets an odd look in her eyes before running her own brother off the stage, before Gabriel can do anything to stop her she throws Xavier off the stage too and through a table!!
With both out cold, Alaina moves down the ramp and around to where the pair are, Gabriel follows and Alaina drags her brother over Cass, yelling at Gabriel to make the count and he does, both Xavier and Cass both still out.
Winner: Xavier Laroux
Gabriel then turns to face his little sister, yelling at her she holds up her hands and starts to apologize shaking her head quickly, he looks as though hes going to relent when a steel chair crashes down over the back of him sending him to his knees, Lennox Daniels rams the edge of the chair into his back again incapacitating him. Lennox and Alaina stare each other down, Alaina yanking the chair from the blondes hand she steps up to Lennox.
Alaina smirks before reigning down a blow to the prone Gabriel, then tossing the chair aside, she embraces Lennox before the pair raise their arms into the air, surveying the damage at their feet.
The screen comes to life, showing a guy with blond hair (stubble on his face and all) sitting in a dark room. He's wearing a plain black tee with the Ghostbusters logo on it. When he smiles, it lights up his blue eyes, making them sparkle.
Max Ironside:
Hello. I'm Max. No, I don't actually expect any sort of reputation to precede me. I mean, I did have a pretty spectacular match against Aidan Carlisle last month but…
He looks down at his lap where his right hand is curled up, unnaturally rigid like a claw.
Max Ironside:
I made her tap but I didn't beat her so I'm not sure that's really much of a claim to fame. Don't get me wrong. I'm not actually trying to inspire anyone with my victories here. Not really. My personal victory, my struggle to even make it into the ring – into living rooms across the world – is more what this journey is about.
He has a bitter smile on his face.
Max Ironside:
Heroes and villains alike, we all have our own origin stories. I never really saw myself as handicapped even though I was born with cerebral palsy.
He's still looking down at his hand.
Max Ironside:
"One-armed and Dangerous" isn't just a clever little thing I tacked on there. I'm no Killswitch or Reaver or any of those other bombastic shifts the folks in this business make. It's truth in advertising – WYSIWYG – what you see is what you get. This is me. The right side of my body sometimes does its own thing and I've had to adapt every last little thing. My training is different. And I've never looked at it as a limitation. I can't swing a sledgehammer with two hands. It is what it is. I always just adapted. I'm left-handed and that's just how it's always been. I mean, I never expected special attention. That was the way I tied my shoes, opened a bag of chips, flossed my teeth, you know? You compensate long enough and it just becomes habit. We all do it naturally. If you hear better with your right ear, you'll answer the phone on that side, turn that way towards someone you're talking to. Same kinda thing. Adaptation is part of the human experience. I'm not special in that approach. Not really.
Looking back up, he pushes the glasses back up his nose.
Max Ironside:
I suppose the natural question is why I've decided to enter this tournament… why I was one of the first names to jump in before it became this giant beast of a thing. I can counter that with two words: why not? Never been afraid of a little blood, a little pain. I spent years working my way through the independent circuit, anything I could do to find a place willing to take a risk.
The bitterness is back in his tone for a second before he visibly shakes it off.
Max Ironside:
Promoters have always been in one of two groups: either I'm a sideshow freak or I'm a liability. With all the hours I've put in… no. Just no. I'm neither. If you want to look at me and laugh, more power to you. That's on you. I'm not here to amuse. I'm here to COMPETE.
He forces a smile and a sheepish shrug.
Max Ironside:
I'm here to win that tournament and prove I'm just as good as any other able-bodied wrestler in this business… even with one damn arm. You think I'm a joke? You think I don't belong? Step up. I'll be happy to show you how wrong you are. I'm gonna start with this Hutch Lanahan fellow. There's a possibility I could share a ring with Samantha Tolson or Blair Kivisto or even Travis Blake. You'd better believe I'll be bringing my A-plus game! See you out there... and best of luck to you, Sabrina! See you in round two!
The video actually does the cheesy 80's star wipe and fade on Max waving to the camera.
"Down" by Otep plays and out steps Julliet Brooks from behind the curtain. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the New Mexico native. She walks down the ramp wearing black leather pants and a t-shirt that was tied in the back, clapping some hands before entering the ring. She taunted the hot crowd tonight by leaning against the middle ropes then she grabbed a mic and stood in the center.
Julliet Brooks: How's everyone out there tonight? Wild crowd you guys are huh? Anyway, so for those who do not know my name, my name is Julliet Brooks and I've been all around globe competing for several different companies. I've been an active wrestler for thirteen years, and I realize that's alot of years to dedicate to the business, but trust me there's no stopping me which is why I'm here. You see I was on social media one day trying to negotiate some deals with some owners then I get this massage out of the blue from the owner of Fucking Awesome Wrestling asking me if I would be interested in a tournament they were holding.
She paused to scratch her head, looked around the crowd of people and resumed her words.
Julliet Brooks: I thought to myself... hey a tournament that's cool. It's been awhile since I done one of those, but I was contemplating whether I had the time, or not to do it then he proceeded me that this is a hardcore tournament and there will be a series of matches and the winner will get an opportunity to face the FAW Hardcore Champion. So, after thinking about it, I've decided to say yes, because you can't do a number of hardcore matches without Julliet Brooks involved. Let's just say that I like to be on the receiving end of some serious pain, and give some in return, so I suggest you gather up all the weapons whether it be a glass table, light tubes, the kitchen sink, a kendo stick, staple guns, and whatever else you have locked up that I can use to my full advantage.
She folded her arms over her chest and breathe heavily into the mic after her tone only grew louder.
Julliet Brooks: The first series has me up against Kurtis Gordon. I'm not familiar with the name, or the history behind him, but that'll be the least of my concern when I'm cracking his forehead open with a barbwire bat and decimate him out of the series and back to the bottom feeding company where he came from. After I become victorious, I don't care who steps up to the challenge. In the end they all will witness an undying memory of defeat, sorrow and pain.
She drops the mic and her music hits once again as she makes her way out of the ring and towards the backstage area.
The scene cuts backstage to the F’n Awesome Tag Team Champions, Sean and Liam Callaghan, walking through the hallways, passing by a few different locker room doors.
Sean Callaghan: You think we’re going to have problems against the wonderfucks and Ciara?
Liam chuckles and shakes his head.
Liam Callaghan: Nah. We’re the champs and plus we got Michael on our side. He was trained by dad, just like you. We got the advantage.
The two stop in front of Michael Callaghan’s locker room and Liam goes to knock on it but before he can, Sean cuts him off and knocks hard on the door.
Sean Callaghan: Hey Mikey! Open up the door, it’s your brothers!
The door opens up and Michael is there in his ring gear and a white tank top. He is wrapping his wrists and fists in white athletic tape.
Michael Callaghan: You know I could hear you without all the banging on the door right?
He laughs a bit.
Michael Callaghan: Guess that's the Boston in us. You guys ready for this match? I'm just hoping to keep pace with you… Tag champs and all.
He pats the faceplates of their champions belts. They both nod before Liam responds.
Liam Callaghan: We know you can keep pace with us, we aren’t even worried about that. As for that Boston in all of us, including that Callaghan blood, that’s something we kind of wanted to walk to you about and you don’t have to answer right away.
Sean cuts Liam off.
Sean Callaghan: What Liam is saying is that we want The Pride of Southie to have more than two members… We want it to be three. Us two and you.
Sean points at Michael and nods. Michael takes a moment and bites at his lower lip.
Michael Callaghan: Whoa… That is, um, that's a big deal.
He runs his hand through his hair.
Michael Callaghan: Tell ya what… Let’s get through our match, my first ever match, first and then we can talk?
Sean and Liam nod.
Liam Callaghan: That’s fine, like I said, you don’t gotta answer right away. But yeah, family needs to stick together and with all of the attacks Sean and I have suffered through, it’ll be nice having another brother to have our back…
Sean Callaghan: And who’s back we’ll have. Even if you say no, we’ll still fuck anyone up who messes with you. Not that you can’t handle shit on your own, but family has gotta stick together, especially when they’ve been kept away from each other for so long.
Sean nods as Michael finishes wrapping his hands.
Michael Callaghan: Well we can get beers and give Liam swirlies after the show. But until then, let's go out there and kick ass.
Sean Callaghan: You read my mind!
Sean and Michael laugh as Liam chuckles and rolls his eyes. The three brothers continue to talk and game plan as the scene cuts out.
The scene backstage fades into a locker room, zooming right in on a dart board that's fixed to the wall. Not just any dart board, this one has various action shots of the FAW roster stapled to it, including Cecily Bell, Cass Baumer and newcomer Rafael Cruz – the latter has his hand raised in victory seconds after winning his debut match. Before the camera can pan out further, a dart sails through the air and stabs itself directly through the forehead of Cruz. On the heels of that solid impact, a voice speaks in low and carefully modulated tones.
?: Gotta say, there's somethin' instantly satisfying in this sad exercise, y'know? I throw the darts. They either go in or miss. An' hey, I spent my formative years hangin' out at the local pool hall so for the most part, they go where I want 'em to. They poke holes. They cause damage. Seems simplistic, don't it?
The camera pans out to reveal Lex Collins standing alone in the near-darkness, illuminated only by the emergency lighting as he stares forward. His face is in shadows, obscuring his expression as he throws another dart, watching as it stabs right through the face of Rafael Cruz yet again.
Lex Collins: I wish I could lie, tell you folks this was where I expected to be standin' today. I wish I could walk it off. Really do. See, I could swallow the loss to Cecily – she wanted it more. Last showin' though? Against two absolute nobodies? Yeah. I got right down in the dirt an' screwed the pooch. There's no excuse. An' I could tell you I was tired from the travel, from all the candles I've burnt at both ends but it… it ain't that. Just havin' a bitch of a time findin' my niche here.
Dusting off his hands, he looks down at the floor, breathing heavily.
Lex Collins: This week I got another rando. Some guy named Alexander Parker. Spiderman's brother? Hell if I know. Not even sure where management keeps findin' these people or why I'm the gatekeeper. Who is this Parker guy? Another ghost in the machine – can't find shit on the guy. Can't prepare, can't find a weakness when I know nothin' more'n a name. Yeah, that bothers me. I consider myself a professional. I can't function like this. You feel me?
Falling silent, he continues breathing slowly for a moment as though he's trying to control his emotions. He lifts another dart, staring forward at the board. This time it flies and hits the picture of Cecily.
Lex Collins: Heh. Cecily Bell. Former Champion – before my time, mind you. I dunno how long she held it. Dunno if she was good or not. Just know that one simple fact but it was enough to motivate her – that loss. That inevitable betrayal, I guess. She felt the weight of the world. She heard the critics and the stings of their little jabs – pokin' holes, damage done. She turned that on its head. She beat me.
His voice is soft, yet strong enough to carry, the emotions all too evident in the careful enunciation of the words.
Lex Collins: Maybe she was a shit champion. Maybe she earned that derision. Who knows?
He bows his head and silence reigns again, filled with nothing but the sound of his breathing, and the soft sound of air rushing through the vents overhead. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing his eyes, continuing down his face to scratch his bearded chin.
Lex Collins: I look around this place, and I feel a profound sense of longing. Yeah. See, there are a few on this roster I've always wanted to face... bucket list shit, y'know? Folks I've brushed elbows with before like Xavier an' Gabe Laroux. Folks like Cass Baumer an' Melissa Reeves. The cool kids I'd never be invited to sit with otherwise.
There's heavy scorn in his voice as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back against the wall.
Lex Collins: Yeah. I know I haven't done fuck all to impress. Believe me, I know. An' I damn near came into that ring tonight filled with sullen anger – wantin' to throw a pity party for myself. For a few seconds I forgot who I am. It'd be ironic if I denied that truth starin' me in the face when I look in the mirror right now. Coulda been a contender but my head wasn't...
He sighs, bowing his head for a moment as the last dart falls to the floor, opportunity wasted.
Lex Collins: Fuck it, I'll make this crystal clear: I'm either gonna win this match or walk outta Vegas for good. Last gamble. All in. Time to be FUCKIN' AWESOME.
His eyes flick to the dartboard and the twin darts sticking out of Cruz's face. He lets his head fall again, saying nothing more. The door opens, light pouring in from the hallway as one of the arena technicians pokes his head in the room, asking him if he's ready. Collins shrugs, checking the tape on his hands before pulling on his fight gloves one after the other, flexing his knuckles. There's a flicker of something dark on his face for a moment. Pain? Anger? In the sketchy light, it's not really clear. He clears his throat, shaking his head as he rolls his shoulders.
Lex Collins: Yeah. Let's do this.
Singles Match
Rafael Cruz v Kimbalee Young
The match started off hot and heavy as Cruz used his superior speed and knowledge of lucha libre to push the pace and control the tempo. Young was thrown for a loop early on when Cruz went her flying across the ring with a crisp springboard armdrag. Young hopped back up but got quickly taken back down to mat with a flying head scissors. Cruz attempted a lateral press and received a one-count from the referee as Young kicked out with some authority. Following the kick out, Cruz tried to transition into a cross armbreaker. Nevertheless, Young had the wherewithal to clasp her hands together and roll Cruz into a pinning predicament. She received a two-count for her efforts.
All the momentum shifted in Young’s favor when she clocked Cruz with as starch elbow as they both stood to their feet. A rapid series of palm strikes caused Cruz to seek refuge in the corner. Young rushed in to hit him with another strike, but Cruz countered with a stiff knee to the chin. Cruz lept into the air as he tried to attempt a jumping DDT, but Young tossed him off and hit him with a high roundhouse. Young went for the pin as soon as he hit the mat; he got his shoulder up at two.
Young maintained control for a while as she kept Cruz grounded with submissions and holds. However, he was able to make it back to his feet by laying in multiple shots to Young’s midsection. Young charged him after she made it to her feet, but Cruz countered with a beautiful satellite DDT. Young clutched at her head as she fought tooth and nail to make it back to her feet, but an Anda Perra superkick floored her. He went for the cover and got the three-count.
WINNER: Rafael Cruz
Wren Sweet stands backstage in front of the synonymous FAW Banner, a huge smile on her face. Her long hair hands loose past her shoulders and she is dressed in a form fitting, strapless red dress that hugs all of her curves. She sweeps her eyelashes up with a little shrug of her shoulder before she waves.
Wren Sweet: Hi fellow Hardcore Invitational competitors - I’d honestly be surprised if any of you know who I am outside of my first challenge, Mr. Malone; this week, you attempted to offer me good luck on social media and I informed you to keep it, that was not me being rude, but instead showing faith and belief in my training…
See, not only am I being trained by my dad - you know him, right Gray - but I also sought out and have been getting training from the one and only Cody Hawkins. Mr Hawkins has been an immense well of knowledge and support and whilst he may be one of the most fun people I have ever met… He certainly doesn’t accept his students being anything close to a slouch…
Wren shrugs and claps her hands together emphatically.
Wren Sweet: Mr. Malone, when we face off in two weeks… I will walk out the victor not because of luck, but because of pure hunger. I want to do my training proud, I want to make my dad proud and, most importantly, I want to do myself proud… A little while ago, my dad asked me what I wanted to do with my life and - and the time, I honestly didn’t have an answer for him.
She holds up a ‘wait’ finger and smiles again.
Wren Sweet: But now… I know that what I want to do is follow in my dad's footsteps, I want to ensure the wrestling world is not denied of a Sweet gracing the ring; I have worked damn hard to be anything close to ready for this match… You may be looking to climb back to the top Mr. Malone, but I am younger, faster and hungrier… You walked away from this business once already…
She leans in close to the camera and smirks.
Wren Sweet: And if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you walk away again.
Wren Sweet: Hi fellow Hardcore Invitational competitors - I’d honestly be surprised if any of you know who I am outside of my first challenge, Mr. Malone; this week, you attempted to offer me good luck on social media and I informed you to keep it, that was not me being rude, but instead showing faith and belief in my training…
See, not only am I being trained by my dad - you know him, right Gray - but I also sought out and have been getting training from the one and only Cody Hawkins. Mr Hawkins has been an immense well of knowledge and support and whilst he may be one of the most fun people I have ever met… He certainly doesn’t accept his students being anything close to a slouch…
Wren shrugs and claps her hands together emphatically.
Wren Sweet: Mr. Malone, when we face off in two weeks… I will walk out the victor not because of luck, but because of pure hunger. I want to do my training proud, I want to make my dad proud and, most importantly, I want to do myself proud… A little while ago, my dad asked me what I wanted to do with my life and - and the time, I honestly didn’t have an answer for him.
She holds up a ‘wait’ finger and smiles again.
Wren Sweet: But now… I know that what I want to do is follow in my dad's footsteps, I want to ensure the wrestling world is not denied of a Sweet gracing the ring; I have worked damn hard to be anything close to ready for this match… You may be looking to climb back to the top Mr. Malone, but I am younger, faster and hungrier… You walked away from this business once already…
She leans in close to the camera and smirks.
Wren Sweet: And if you’re lucky, maybe I’ll let you walk away again.
In the backstage, Kasey White is seen standing beside Melissa Reeves - number one contender for the FAW championship and one of the competitors in the evening’s main event.
Kasey: I’m here in the backstage with Melissa Reeves! Melissa, what are your thoughts on this evening’s bout?
Melissa took a moment to think before answer.
Melissa: Well, well, well. So, here we go again. A tag team match, an opponent I can’t fully trust, a team in opposition with a point to prove. I’ve been here before, haven’t I?
Melissa shrugs.
Melissa: I know that Jade Night thinks she has some sort of...claim to my position as number one contender, but she has nothing. And Gabriel Laroux? Well, I suppose Jade needed somebody to partner her, and it’s not like she’s been making friends, is it?
She chuckles and shakes her head.
Melissa: But then that’s what those two are about, isn’t it? So the question then becomes how can either possibly trust the other when they both know that their partner would screw them over if there was any sort of advantage to be gained? I think the answer is obvious, Kasey. I think the answer is so obvious that you and all these people right here in Las Vegas, and all those sat at home watching, know the answer.
The mention of Las Vegas draws a cheer from the hometown crowd.
Melissa: Of course, they aren’t helping themselves with their near zero communication that they’ve had since the match was announced. Jade? She turned up just yesterday to spout her usual rhetoric. And Gabe? Did he go mute? I suppose that, perhaps, this isn’t as important to them as it is to me. See, for me, this is a chance to show just how much I deserve my place as the number one contender. But for them? Well, the evidence would suggest that it’s just another match. Just another meaningless contest.
Melissa: And that, that is where the difference lies.
She shakes her head again, but there’s no smile now.
Melissa: Noah and I? It’s fair to say we’ve got our differences. Our champ thinks he’s the best in the company - and I suppose in a way, as the holder of that title, he’s allowed to think that. But even with that said, even with that in his mind, he knew, Kasey, that we need to work together to win.
Melissa: And me? Well, I’ve proven I can make a team work with just about anyone at this stage, wouldn’t you say? So who will win tonight, huh? The team of two backstabbing, lying, treacherous loudmouths who don’t seem to even care about the match at all - or the team of two hard working, dedicated professionals who have been working all week to make this team up work?
Melissa shrugs and then smiles.
Melissa: Well, once again, I think the answer is obvious.
With that said, Melissa walks away, leaving Kasey alone.
Kasey: Uhh, thank you Ms. Reeves!
The scene cuts backstage to Jay Gallagher standing in front of a camera with a smile on his face. He’s wearing a white V-neck shirt, black jeans and black boots as his long brown hair flows down to his shoulders.
Jay Gallagher: F’n Awesome Wrestling, it’s been a bit, hasn’t it? One of the last times you saw me, you saw Aiden Morrow decking me in the head with a chair and my head gushing open with blood.
He chuckles and knocks his knuckle on his skull.
Jay Gallagher: But don’t worry, my head is fine and I’m not longer taking chair shots for Cass Baumer. Speaking of Cass Baumer, she’s the reason I’m here! Because I signed up for the FAW Harcore Invitational, which has turned out to be one of the biggest events in wrestling today. A shit ton of people have signed up and I’ve got my work cut out for me but I couldn’t pass up on a tournament that would give me a shot on beating the shit out of my ex-girlfriend, right?
Jay chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.
Jay Gallagher: Cass did me wrong and I haven’t forgotten about it. I’m in this tournament for more than just a belt, I’m in it because it’s personal for me. And that? That’s why I’m going to win it as I represent RISE Pro and King’s Road Pro. As for you, Cass? I’ll see you in the ring eventually… Bitch.
Jay nods and walks away and the scene fades out.
The arena lights go black, and a Trollface appears on the entrance stage Tron.
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problem?
Some of the fans in the crowd start a huge pop, knowing beforehand who the characteristical image is meant to represent. At this point, a drum beat begins to blare through the venue's P.A. system, soon followed by a guttural, barbarian chanting.
DUM! DUM! DUM!
DUM! DUM! DUM!
Voice: "Hey yo, Fucking Awesome Wrestling. We're already here, mang. The Elder Scrolls told of our arrival."
Another pop by a portion of the crowd, and the barbarian chanting is followed by an orchestral sound. The Tron, however, shows a frozen, medieval landscape - an ice-covered land filled with mountainous peaks and huge snow-covered trees.
Voice: "Cass Baumer's Hardcore Championship reign was merely a delay, to the time after of Oblivion opened - when the sons of Skyrim would spill their own blood."
In this breath-taking scene, the lone figure of a man stands alone. A warrior clad in a studded leather armor, carrying a large axe slung to his back, and showing a GLORIOUS, flowing, dark brown soccer mom hair.
Voice: "But no one wanted to believe, chicos - believe they even existed. And when the truth finally dawns..."
A massive shadow spreads across the land, the man looking up to the sky...
Voice: "... it dawns in FIRE."
... and as the orchestral piece grows in crescendo, the shadow is revealed to be a huge dragon, landing in front of the man with a thunderous slam and a deafening fire-breathing roar.
Voice: "But... there is one they fear."
Amidst the fire around him, the man draws his battle axe, holding it with both hands, and his face is finally revealed - none other than DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez.
Voice: "In their tongue, he's DOVAHKIIN: DRAGONBORN!"
With a stoic, determined grimace, Mariano takes a deep breath, issuing out a mighty Shout towards the dragon - and by extension, the camera.
"FUS RO DAH!"
Mariano's Shout rocks the dragon back, and he sprints forward, swinging the battleaxe for a powerful blow...
"DOVAHKIIN! DOVAHKIIN! NAAL OZ ZIN LOS VAHRIIN,
WAH DEIN VOKUL MAHFAERAAK AHST VAAL!
AHRK FIN NOROK PAL GRAAN FOD NUST HON ZINDRO ZAAN,
DOVAHKIIN, FAH HIN KOGAAN MU DRAAL!"
... and as he leaps forward, delivering the battleaxe blow, the scene fades to black - leaving only Mariano's voice to be heard throughout the arena.
Mariano: "Here we go, chicos. SAY HELLO... TO DA #TROLL GUY."
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problem?
Some of the fans in the crowd start a huge pop, knowing beforehand who the characteristical image is meant to represent. At this point, a drum beat begins to blare through the venue's P.A. system, soon followed by a guttural, barbarian chanting.
DUM! DUM! DUM!
DUM! DUM! DUM!
Voice: "Hey yo, Fucking Awesome Wrestling. We're already here, mang. The Elder Scrolls told of our arrival."
Another pop by a portion of the crowd, and the barbarian chanting is followed by an orchestral sound. The Tron, however, shows a frozen, medieval landscape - an ice-covered land filled with mountainous peaks and huge snow-covered trees.
Voice: "Cass Baumer's Hardcore Championship reign was merely a delay, to the time after of Oblivion opened - when the sons of Skyrim would spill their own blood."
In this breath-taking scene, the lone figure of a man stands alone. A warrior clad in a studded leather armor, carrying a large axe slung to his back, and showing a GLORIOUS, flowing, dark brown soccer mom hair.
Voice: "But no one wanted to believe, chicos - believe they even existed. And when the truth finally dawns..."
A massive shadow spreads across the land, the man looking up to the sky...
Voice: "... it dawns in FIRE."
... and as the orchestral piece grows in crescendo, the shadow is revealed to be a huge dragon, landing in front of the man with a thunderous slam and a deafening fire-breathing roar.
Voice: "But... there is one they fear."
Amidst the fire around him, the man draws his battle axe, holding it with both hands, and his face is finally revealed - none other than DA #TROLL GUY, Mariano Fernandez.
Voice: "In their tongue, he's DOVAHKIIN: DRAGONBORN!"
With a stoic, determined grimace, Mariano takes a deep breath, issuing out a mighty Shout towards the dragon - and by extension, the camera.
"FUS RO DAH!"
Mariano's Shout rocks the dragon back, and he sprints forward, swinging the battleaxe for a powerful blow...
"DOVAHKIIN! DOVAHKIIN! NAAL OZ ZIN LOS VAHRIIN,
WAH DEIN VOKUL MAHFAERAAK AHST VAAL!
AHRK FIN NOROK PAL GRAAN FOD NUST HON ZINDRO ZAAN,
DOVAHKIIN, FAH HIN KOGAAN MU DRAAL!"
... and as he leaps forward, delivering the battleaxe blow, the scene fades to black - leaving only Mariano's voice to be heard throughout the arena.
Mariano: "Here we go, chicos. SAY HELLO... TO DA #TROLL GUY."
Six Person Tag Match
Pride of Southie & Michael Callaghan v Wondertwins & Ciara Barten
Just after the bell rings, Sean and Sawyer lock up in the ring. They push at each for a moment until Sawyer drops down and grabs Sean by his waist from behind. Sean tries to fight him off but Sawyer is able to deadlift Sean into a German suplex. Sean makes the quick tag as Liam and Sawyer battle back and forth, Liam getting the advantage. The Callaghans are then able to isolate Sawyer and work him over on their side of the ring.
For a big portion of the match, the Callaghans show how good they work as a team as they keep the pressure on Sawyer. But a small opening allows Sawyer to tag out and Tinsley is able to clear the ring. After some more quick tags, Sawyer is able to lift Liam up in the air for Tinsley to level with a flying clothesline for the win.
Winners: Wondertwins & Ciara Barten
:We return from a commercial break to see the lovely, Kasey White standing in the camera view. She smiled and raised the microphone up to her lips and started talking.:
Kasey White: Hello Fucking Awesome Wrestling fans around the world. Man has tonight’s Delirium been fantastic like its processors. I’m telling you right now, with this show and with the announcement of the FAW Hardcore Invitational tournament coming up. Honestly, am I not the only one excited for this tournament? I mean look at all the names, Alicia Lukas, Gavin Grimes, Matt Shields, Ace Waston and so many more. The fans and I know, this tournament is going to be historic and…..
:As Kasey was talking, she was unaware of a man standing behind her. He adjusted his glasses, adjusted his tie and adjusted his WWH Unified HellsFire Championship. She turned to him and shock and awe, she turned to the camera.:
Kasey White: I mean…WOW! Ladies and Gentlemen! This is obviously a special treat right here, he is one of the competitors joining this historic tournament. He is well known and well hated around the wrestling world. He is representing World Wrestling Headquarters and he is the current Unified HellsFire champion, Travis Blake. Thank you for showing up, but isn’t your match in two weeks?
:He motions for a microphone of his own, once he was handed one; he began speaking.:
Travis Blake: Yes……Yes I do and you know what, I’m tired of waiting. I think waiting gets a little boring don’t you think? Well I don’t think your opinion matters but I know mine does. You see, when I found out that this little “tournament” was being held; I was very reluctant at first. Then I noticed something, my fiancé who everyone knows as Alicia Lukas. She decided to sign up for this, on top of that; I looked at the other names that were signing up and then it hit me. I am supposed to be one of the top wrestlers in the world. I need to expand my dominance around different companies, what better way to show what I’m capable off in the Hardcore Invitational tournament.
I mean, once the names kept joining and joining; I did get a little nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be. All these big time names that are coming across the wrestling world, they’re coming together for the same common goal. That goal is to win this tournament and challenge Cassandra Baumer for her FAW Hardcore championship. I mean, me and Cassandra are cool. I have no problems with her at this very moment but……I do plan to win this tournament and challenge her for that championship but we’ll worry about her later.
Kasey White: That’s right Mr. Blake, the brackets and matchups have already been announced. You’re facing a familiar face, her name is Samantha Tolson.
:Blake snickers to himself. He was trying so hard not to laugh but before you know it, Blake started bursting into laughter before finally bringing himself back into reality He collects himself and starting talking.:
Travis Blake: This is the same woman who bailed from the other company because she felt she wasn’t treated right like the other roster members? This is the same Samantha Tolson who goes on twitter and cries, bitches and moans for anyone with fully grown ears to ear? That Samantha Tolson? Man this match couldn’t be a bigger cake walk than I originally thought this would be.
Samantha Tolson has never beaten me in the ring and she never will. She can go off to anyone that’ll hear that she holds two championships or three or whatever the amount is. That still doesn’t change the fact that her matches make me want to drown myself in bleach. This is the same woman who got massively offended when I posted a Rhino gif saying, “A live look at a Samantha Tolson match”. I mean lets be real, Samantha Tolson isn’t going to last one round and with that being said. She’ll lose once again to me proving why she’ll always be beneath me and why she should always stay in her lane and never come out.
Kasey White: Don’t you think you’re underestimating Samantha a little bit?
:Blake points to his face with a serious tone in his voice.:
Travis Blake: In two weeks, Samantha Tolson isn’t going to know what hit her. She is going to find out once again and like everyone else has known since day one. Travis Blake is the real fucking deal in professional wrestling. I’m not some fuckboy, not some fucking troll hurting people’s feelings on twitter. I am a fucking professional wrestler, I’m here to kick ass and take names. I’m here to cement my name amongst the greats and maybe finally gain some fucking respect amongst my peers. I’ve accomplished a lot in my short career so far, compared to Tolson’s career; it’s not even close.
So before Tolson respond with whatever bullshit excuses she wants to make up; remember this Tolson. Two weeks………….You have two weeks to try and prepare yourself. Thing is, I don’t think that amount of time is enough for someone like you going up against someone in a completely different class than yourself. So from this moment forward, I want you to rest up, train well and my god; take those vitamins in the morning. I want you to sleep, breath, and think of our match because you know something; I surly will. I am going to savor every single second we’re inside that ring together and when the three count happens, me standing over your unconscious body as the victor. You’ll see how stupid and how dumb you truly are for trying to start a war with me. I am not someone you can just fucking toot your own horn on fucking twitter, this is my world Tolson. You are just a dumbass cunt who should just go back to the kitchen. Leave the wrestling to the real men and women. Excuse me.
:Blake pushes by Kasey as the next match officially begins.:
The scene cuts to the back where the FAW Champion, Noah Nakamura is seen in front of the camera, dressed to compete.
Noah Nakamura: Tonight I team up with Reeves, the top contender for my championship against the pathetic sneak attacker, Jade Night and the guy who calls himself the Showcase of FAW, Gabriel Laroux.
Noah adjusts the championship on his shoulder.
Noah Nakamura: Now with Gabriel, it's just wrong place and wrong time with him. He is tossed in with the vile Jade who would rather stay off social media until getting online and insulting and threatening my pregnant fiancée. You see that's where you fucked up Jade. You went personal and that's a line you don't cross with me. So congratulations… You are officially on my radar.
Noah slowly smiles.
Noah Nakamura: But that still doesn't get you a shot at my championship… No that you have to earn your spot in the ring, not try to get by on your name and sneak attacks. So tonight? I'm going to show you exactly why… You don't want to face me.
Sawyer Reed is seen unlacing his boots, a big smile on his face. He still has on the majority of his ring gear as he looks over to Ciara Barten.
Sawyer Reed: You were amazing out there, you know that? We couldn't have won the match without you.
He kicks off one of his boots.
Sawyer Reed: How did it feel being in front of the crowd?
Ciara strips out of her tights, standing in front of him in little boy shorts and her cropped top she smiles and pulls the band from her hair, shaking it out.
Ciara Barten: AMAZING! It feels totally different being televised like that, the crowd was fucking electric! Thank you SO SO much for convincing me to do this, it’s the best thing I have ever done!
Sawyer has a giant grin on his face.
Sawyer Reed: I just knew how great you are and you're the one who showed everyone how great you can be.
He gives her butt a playful swat.
Sawyer Reed: Good game, Barten.
He laughs and sticks his tongue out at her. She laughs loudly and grabs her towel from her bag, walking towards the shower she slips out of her top, her totally bare back showing to the camera as she tosses her top over her shoulder at him.
Ciara Barten: Hows about you come and claim your victory prize?
She steps into the bathroom and a moment later her shorts are thrown at his feet from inside the bathroom, followed up with a quick, warm laugh. Sawyer looks down at the shorts then back up towards the shower room.
Sawyer Reed: Oh I love being a winner…
He starts to yank and pull off his gear as he hurries into the shower room.
Sawyer Reed: You were amazing out there, you know that? We couldn't have won the match without you.
He kicks off one of his boots.
Sawyer Reed: How did it feel being in front of the crowd?
Ciara strips out of her tights, standing in front of him in little boy shorts and her cropped top she smiles and pulls the band from her hair, shaking it out.
Ciara Barten: AMAZING! It feels totally different being televised like that, the crowd was fucking electric! Thank you SO SO much for convincing me to do this, it’s the best thing I have ever done!
Sawyer has a giant grin on his face.
Sawyer Reed: I just knew how great you are and you're the one who showed everyone how great you can be.
He gives her butt a playful swat.
Sawyer Reed: Good game, Barten.
He laughs and sticks his tongue out at her. She laughs loudly and grabs her towel from her bag, walking towards the shower she slips out of her top, her totally bare back showing to the camera as she tosses her top over her shoulder at him.
Ciara Barten: Hows about you come and claim your victory prize?
She steps into the bathroom and a moment later her shorts are thrown at his feet from inside the bathroom, followed up with a quick, warm laugh. Sawyer looks down at the shorts then back up towards the shower room.
Sawyer Reed: Oh I love being a winner…
He starts to yank and pull off his gear as he hurries into the shower room.
The scene cuts Rafael Cruz in the back, he is standing there in just a towel, his toned abs dripping wet from the shower.
Rafael Cruz: I told you I was going to show how fucking awesome I can be and beating Kimi Young? That's no exception to my greatness.
He chuckles.
Rafael Cruz: So onto the next Delirium, where I'm going to continue my streak of being fucking awesome.
Just then Fiona Nelson's voice can be heard from the shower room.
Fiona Nelson: Rafi baby… come back to the shower. We have celebrating to do.
Rafael looks to the camera and winks again as he walks into the shower room.
Singles Match
Alexander Parker v Lex Collins
At the sound of the bell, Lex charges Alexander and gets his down with a double leg takedown. Collins uses his vastly impressive ground game to keep pressure on the downed Parker. Both grapple around for a bit before Collins is able to hook the head of Alexander and snap down with a DDT. Collins keeps his grip of Parker's neck and drives him down for another snap DDT, but only getting a near fall.
Collins continues to work over Parker using a fury of strikes and hard combinations that leave Alexander Parker out in his feet. But when Lex went for his Wrong Way Kid (rocker dropper) Alexander uses sheer power as he catches Collins and then uses a running powerbomb into the turnbuckle, leaving both men down. Collins is the first to stir as he goes to charge the downed Alexander, only to catch a spear for his efforts. Parker just barely able to make the cover but only gets a two count. Parker slowly gets to his feet in the corner and is met by a charging high knee strike in the corner that's followed up into a running bulldog. Collins is able to make the cover and get the win.
Winner: Lex Collins
After the match, Alexander slowly gets to his feet. He has a dejected look on his face but offers up his hand to Lex Collins in a sign of respect. Collins looks at his hand, thinking about it before finally shaking Parker's hand.
The scene cuts backstage to Gavin Grimes standing in front of camera with a grin on his face. He has a #2 gold and purple Lakers Lonzo Ball jersey on, a purple Lakers snapback, big black baggy jeans, and a pair of ZO2’s on his feet, which you obviously need connections to get.
Gavin Grimes: Fuckin’ Awesome Wrestling, it’s me, your hero, Gavin Grimes. I know it’s no surprise to see me here since I’ve wrestled here before and I now compete in FAW’s sister company, Proving Grounds. But here I am, competing in a tournament that is beneath me, competing against an opponent who shouldn’t be in the ring with me. Yeah, Tanner has done some shit to impress but I’m still me.
Gavin shrugs.
Gavin Grimes: But it’s whatever. Cass dared me to be in this tournament so here I am. I’m here to show that I’m one of the best in the fucking world while competing against this many people. The one thing about me is that I outlast people. I’ve always done that and that’s why I’m going to win. It doesn’t matter what the prize is, I just care about wrestling and that’s what I do best. So, who do you think the favorite is for this match?
He scoffs and shakes his head.
Gavin Grimes: I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m the favorite. Remember when I told all of ya’ll that Gavin Grimes is going to win this invitational.
He nods and walks away as the scene fades.
Luke Jackson is sitting in the empty arena. He has a button up shirt and jeans on. His legs are up on the chair in front of him. He throws out a huge smile as he looks into the camera.
Luke Jackson: So here I am man. Walking into a tournament for a chance at fighting for a title and man I can’t be happier.
He smiles again as he takes a deep breath.
Luke Jackson: I haven’t been on top of my game in a while man and maybe it is because I have become complacent on a lot of things. It has been mostly my fault because well I just think that I should be placed on top of everything, and yeah maybe it is because I am cocky but in all reality I deserve so why should I need to work hard?
He laughs a bit as he shakes his head.
Luke Jackson: I guess that is my mistake. I need to change that attitude and I will change that attitude. I need to work on this tournament and work my ass off to win it. My first opponent is Jay Gallagher and I sadly don’t know much about him.
He shrugs his shoulders and takes a deep breath.
Luke Jackson: But don’t let that fool you, I know that he is a good wrestler with the stuff I have seen from him over in CWC. Hell, anyone that can take out Mario is a pretty tough son of a bitch if you ask me, but I of course I want to beat him, of course I want to move on in the tournament, why wouldn’t I?
He smiles again as he slides his feet off of the chair and leans closer to the camera.
Luke Jackson: Jay, you and I are going to have a damn good match, and I honestly hope that it is the match of round one. It will be fun to step into that ring with you and try to take you down, I know you will do the same to me and that we are going to test each other. But only one of us is going to win and I will be dammned if it is you. I have fought some of the toughest wrestlers in this business and I have beaten them. You have as well but I have been around it a lot longer than you and the experience I have gained will be the advantage I need.
He gets up and starts to walk down the steps.
Luke Jackson: Good luck though Jay, if you beat me I will shake your hand at the end, and I would hope if I beat you you’d shake mine. After all without respect what are we doing here?
He smiles as he jumps over the barricade and gets into the ring as the scene fades to black.
The scene cuts backstage and the camera gets a view of a confident Jade Night. Jade has her hair tied up in a ponytail and she’s wearing a red sports bra, black yoga pants, black Nike’s and she has white tape wrapped around her wrists and hands. Jade pays no attention to the camera as she throws several punches into the air with a combination of leg strikes and dodges, prepping for her main event match later in the night. Just then the Public Relations Executive for FAW, Collin Nelson walks up behind her.
Collin Nelson: I'm not interrupting you am I?
Jade stops striking the air as she hears the familiar voice and she bites her bottom lip, trying not to smile before turning around quickly and looking into Collin’s eyes.
Jade Night: If your name was anything besides Collin Nelson? Yeah, you would be interrupting me.
Jade steps close to Collin and smiles widely, a look of joy that the FAW audience rarely sees.
Jade Night: But lucky you, you’re name IS Collin Nelson. So no, you’re not interrupting anything. What’s up?
He places his hands on her hips and smiles back at her.
Collin Nelson: I just wanted to wish you good luck tonight out there and tell you… umm… You look really beautiful.
She leans up against him as her eyes playfully leer into his.
Jade Night: You better not have walked all the way over here just to simply wish me luck. I’ve got a pretty big match tonight against Noah and Reeves, two people who have questioned my ability time and time again. I think I’m going to need…
She shrugs.
Jade Night: I don’t know, maybe a good luck kiss?
Jade wraps her arms around Collin’s neck before she peers into his eyes as she bites her bottom lip. He leans in and kisses her lips, he lingers a bit before pulling away with a smile on his face.
Collin Nelson: And if you need more… Luck. You know where to find me.
He playfully winks at her giving her body a firm squeeze. She holds onto him for a few moments before letting go and smiling as her eyes stay on his.
Jade Night: I’ll come find you when the night is over. But I think you’re the one who’s going to be getting the luck.
Jade winks as she begins to slowly walk away backward. He gives a small chuckle before slowly walking off, taking a moment to admire the view of her a few times on the way.
The scene cuts to the back where Alexander Parker is seen pacing back and forth, muttering to himself.
Alexander Parker: I thought I had that one… I thought maybe, just maybe I would get that first win and… Nope.
He sighs and shakes his head.
Alexander Parker: I'm trying to stay upbeat, I'm trying to stay focused but… I don't know it's just difficult, you know? This is my passion, it's my dream and I'm just not finding the success I want. I guess it's back into the gym again to try to fix what's going on and maybe, just maybe finally get in the winning side of things.
Parker shakes his head again before walking away from the camera.
Main Event
Tornado Tag Match
Gabriel Laroux & Jade Night v Melissa Reaver & Noah Nakamura
Jade Night and Melissa Reaver started things off for both teams. Right out the gate, Melissa took the lead, catching Jade with a knee to the gut. She continued the offense, displaying her well versed skill in striking, backing Jade up to the corner. Taking a few steps back, Melissa ran in for an elbow strike in that corner only for Jade to quickly roll across those ropes, letting Melissa crash into those turnbuckles, allowing her time to collect herself. Jade moved in towards the prone Reaver and grabbed her up.
Turning her out of that corner, Jade set up and perfectly executed that Tornado DDT, spiking Melissa’s head into the canvas. A quick cover would lead to a two count, Jade not letting that take her off her game. She pulled Melissa back up, Irish Whipping her across the ring. Running towards Reaver, Jade found herself caught off guard with a fluid Spinning Heel Kick. Keeping on the offense, Melissa unleashed a string of snap Arm Drags, throwing Jade through a loop. Taking full advantage of this, Reaver caught Jade with her own DDT, this one being a Float Over variation.
Melissa went for the cover, only getting a count of two. She stayed on her plan of attack, pulling Jade back up to her feet only to be pushed back. The two ran at one another, trading heavy strikes back and forth between one another. The conclusion of that exchange ended when both women caught one another with stereo Roundhouse Kicks. A sure sign of the damage they’ve inflicted upon one another showed as they drug themselves to their respective corners, tagging in Gabriel and Noah.
Instantly, the Showcase Champion was taken off guard by the burst of offense from the Fuckin Awesome Champion. Before he could recover, Noah hooked the head and brought Gabe up and over with a lightning quick Snap Suplex. The offense didn’t end there as he was quick to recover, bringing Gabriel up, he pivoted around behind him to catch him with an even quicker German Suplex. The crowd was eating up every second of the match as Noah went for the cover. Before the count could reach three, Jade sent her boot into the head of Nakamura, breaking up the pin. Noah gave chase, only to have the official halt his effort.
By time Noah turned, he was met square in the chest with the sole of Gabriel’s boot, sending him staggering back into the ropes. As Noah rebounded off of them, The Antagonist dropped down, taking the legs out from under Nakamura with a Basement Dropkick. Staying on those legs, Gabe got back to his feet, grabbing up the right leg. After rolling him onto his front, he brought him up and slammed him down onto that right knee, looking to take out that leg. Once more, he tried it again only to be kicked backwards by Noah. Before Gabe could catch him, Noah was able to make the tag to Melissa. She ran forward, leaving her feet and catching Gabriel in the chest with a dropkick, sending him crashing down into a seated position.
As Gabriel fell to a seated position, Melissa ran towards him, catching onto that top rope, almost going into a full headstand on that top turnbuckle before swinging downwards with another dropkick, the crowd cheering loudly at the beautiful maneuver. Dragging him away from the corner, she went for the cover, hooking his leg. A close fall led Melissa to rise up to her knees before pulling to a stand. Gabriel grabbed her by the waist, falling back to hang her up on her throat across the middle rope. As Melissa struggled to regain her breath, she was caught from behind, Gabriel bringing her down with a Chop Block. Backing into the turnbuckle, he moved up to stand on the second rope, carefully measuring Melissa. The moment she got back to her feet, her back towards Gabriel, he dove down, catching her with another Chop Block, this one off of the second rope.
Finally working out that knee, Noah craftily made his way around ringside towards an unsuspecting Jade Night. Pulling her off of the apron, the two of them began going at it. Seeing this all go down, Gabriel held his arms out, confusion showing on his face. Shaking his head, he turned around, walking to grab up Melissa’s right leg. Before he knew it, the downed woman popped up enough to pull Gabriel down into a tight Small Package. It was just what it took as Melissa got the win for her team!
Winners: Melissa Reeves and Noah Nakamura