FWA: Federal Wrestling Association

[Faster Than Light]

Team Victory | It's What They Do

Ok, so the Team Victory members are dressed in their wrestling attire, for their match against Prestigious where they will be defending their tag team championships. They are ready, the pre-show is due to begin soon. Today is Victory Day, and they will defeat Mr. Smiley and Aaron Starr in a tables match and retain the titles. They will be stealing the show. That is because that is what they do! Dig it broseph? Good. They can't wait to wrestle, Jerry Oliver is all antsy with the suspence

[rtegedg]

JIMMYDICE_RANDOMHERO

Oooooh, Skype banter. Not really, but whatever. Dice was suited for the PPV, attired to compete and ready to win. Tonight was his night, a chance to make himself 'relevant' if he wasn't already... Anyway. Coral was in his locker room talking to him to calm his nerves before our pre-show got on the road. Dice was excited about this one, the most anticipated pre-show in years. It should be main-eventing.

[ZackAttackV2.0]

OT: Bump

[rtegedg]

Bump

[Crazy.]

 

PRE-SHOW

Steel Cage - Singles Match

Scorpion vs. Michael Falcone

It was now time for the pre show to Health Crisis to begin and with that the 15 foot high steel cage would begin to lower. After making their entrances into the arena and enter the cage the referee in charge locks both men inside. Now the only way to win this match was via pinfall, submission, or to escape the cage. The bell now sounds and both men begin exchanging lefts and rights. Michael Falcone then gains the early advantage and attempts to toss the head of Scorpion into the steel cage, but the bigger of the two men battles his way out. Scorpion now picks up Falcone and plants him into the mat with a spinebuster. Instead of following up Scorpion tries to make his way to the door of the cage, but as he gets there he turns around then charges towards Falcone. Falcone sees this and is able to move out of the way and sent Scorpion shoulder first into the steel post, he now rolls up Scorpion for the first pin attempt of the match 1....2......No! Scorpio n is able to kick out of the pinning predicament. Falcone now continues his offensive attack by sending Scorpion head first into the cage, he then begins trying to escape the cage. As Michael begins to climb Scorpion gets back to his feet and is able to grab Falcone in the process. Scorpion now lifts Falcone up and drives him into the mat with a Sitout Powerbomb and follows it up with a pin 1......2.....NO! Falcone is able to get his shoulder up before the count of three could occur. Scorpion now picks up Falcone and launches him into the steel cage like as if he were a lawn dart, afterwards Scorpion begins to hit his foe with some mounted punches. Now with his foe a little bit more weakened he begins to make his way to the cage door to escape the cage for the win. Before he could get too far Falcone is able to grab Scorpion’s leg and trip him up before he could escape. Being persistent Scorpion tries to crawl out but Falcone is able to pull him back inside the cage to prevent his foe from escaping. Falcone now drops a few elbow drops on the back of his foe and now targets the lower back of Scorpion. Michael now picks up Scorpion and nails him with a backbreaker, he then waits until Scorpion gets back to his feet and then Spears him in the back, a move he calls the Raging Semi, he now makes the cover on the weakened Scorpion. 1......2.....NO! Scorpion somehow gets his shoulder up before the count of three. Falcone now attempts to climb out of the cage once again, this time he is able to get almost to the top of the cage. Scorpion now is able to climb the cage and grab Falcone in the process, he then hits him with a Suplex from almost 15 feet in the air with the assist of the cage. Now with both men down and almost out Scorpion now crawls over to Falcone to make the pin 1.....2.......NO! somehow Falcone gets his shoulder up before the count of three. Both men were still barely able to move from the big Suplex, they now slowly get back to their feet and begin to exchange lefts and rights. The two men exchange until Falcone rakes the eyes of Scorpion he then grabs at the throat of Scorpion and drives him into the mat with a DDT. Instead of following up with a pinfall Falcone now climbs to the top rope taking his time. He then attempts a Diving Leg Drop, but Scorpion is able to roll out of the way forcing Michael Falcone to crash and burn on the mat below. Scorpion now sizes up Falcone and when he gets back to his feet Scorpion plants Falcone into the mat with a Chokeslam. He now attempt the pinfall 1.....2......NO! once again Falcone is able to somehow get his shoulder up before the count of three could occur. Now Scorpion looks to finally end this match by escaping the cage from the door. He goes for the door un phased, as he reaches the door and sticks his head out a masked man rushes from the crowd and slams the cage door into the head of Scorpion. This sends Scorpion back into the cage with a wicked thud as he hits the mat. Michael Falcone, who does not realize what happened, takes advantage of the situation provided to him by a masked assailant. He now picks up the weakened Scorpion in a Suplex Position then drops him into a Knee Strike, which he calls Knocking One Off, afterwards he makes the cover 1......2...........3

Winner: Michael Falcone

Aftermath: After the match ends the referee raises Michael Falcone’s hand in victory. As the cage rises Falcone calls over to the masked man, who he realized aided him to a win, into the ring. Falcone and the masked man now shake hands and Falcone arrogantly smiles as they did so. Falcone now goes to let go of the masked man’s hand, but he does not leg go right away, which causes Falcone’s smile to turn into an angry glare. The masked man now lifts up his mask with the opposite hand to reveal himself to Michael Falcone. As Falcone realized who this man was his anger subsides and turns into fear, he then begins to beg the man not to hurt him. The mystery man now pulls Falcone in and hits him with a Short Armed Clothesline, he then methodically picks up Michael Falcone and places Falcone’s left arm above his head, afterward he delivers a solid punch directly to the Heart of Michael. Afterwards the man looks over the now uncontious body of Michael Falcone for a few more seconds, he then leaves the ring where he is met on the top of the stage by Nigel McGuinness.

[Ziggy Vercetti]

Jeff Hardy:Accept the power of the crow inside of you.

 

So good so far I guess. Jeff would be looking on at the ppv from the rafters with his crow on his shoulder wondering what other surprising things could take place.

[GOAT Muffin]

Unexpected item in the bagging area | Prestigious

No! Falcone beat Scorpion. I mean Prestigious don't really know him but they do know Falcone and they don't like him so wanted to see him lose. See now this is just lame. Lame I tell you! But they're not really going to put too much thought into is as now the pre-show has ended we're rolling on over to match time, soon they two will be called and will be thrust into the light to face Team Victory and they will steal that spotlight and will make the show and hopefully get the gold too. With Smiley's brains and strength and Aaron's flair and speed the two have everything they need to get the win tonight, they just hope they can. Aaron is in the halls jumping and pumping himself while Smiles waits, arms folded. Soon they fight.

[ZackAttackV2.0]

He said it once and he will say it again. Michael intended to show Scorpion what happens when you mess with Michael Falcone and he did just that, he may have been mad at the fact the masked guy who took out Scorpion attacked him after the match but he didnt care and right now he was heading to a local bar to celebrate

[Doc Holliday]

Robert Heat

Today was the day. The time for action was now. Robert was in his locker room alone, wrapping his hands. He had done this thousands of times, but tonight he went through it extra slow. He wanted to make sure everything was right. He slammed his freshly wrapped fist into his palm and the resulting smack that was heard put a smile on Robert's face. He wrapped his other hand and then began his warm up routine. He shadow boxed like it was his last match. Robert would need that intensity tonight. Tonight would not just be about fists, it would be about heart. Something Robert had plenty of.

[Crazy.]

MATCH #1
Global Championship - Falls Count Anywhere - Singles Match
Carter III (©) vs. Shaun Danielson

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to FWA's second pay per view event this year, Health Crisis were every match in contended in extreme rules stipulations and first up it's... well, let's just let out ring announcer let you in one that one.

"Ladies and gentlemen this opening contest is scheduled for one fall and it is Falls Count Anywhere for the FWA Global Championship. Introducing first, the challenger, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he weighed in this morning at two hundred eighteen pounds, Shaaaaaaunnnn Daaaanielsonnnnnn!"

The Thrill rings out and the lights begin to flash blue during his introduction as Shaun Danielson makes his way onto the stage for this title contest. Some cheering from the fans as The Shockwave makes his way to the ring, pumping his arms, not taking long to take his place up in the ring as the announcer gets to work on what's next.

"And introducing the champion, from Gary, Indiana, he weighed in this morning at two hundred four pounds, Carter III!"

I don't what Carter has as his theme song which is annoying but anyway the champion comes out with his title slung over his shoulder to a chorus of boos. But it doesn't seem to faze him as his eyes are set on his challenger with one hand nursing, rubbing his belt as he observes the ring, slowly making his way inside to join up with Danielson. He hands the belt over to the referee who hoists it high over his head before handing it to the outside and calling for the bell. This one is now underway.

The two men start up the way most contestants do, circling each other and preparing for a lock up. The two men raise their hands to each other, slowly edging their fingers closer together with each other, before Carter quickly swings his hand down and slaps Shaun square in the chops. Oh that was a loud slap I heard it from here. Danielson looks stunned but remembers where he is and darts for the attack, Carter backing off and sliding out of the ring, this Falls Count Anywhere match already taken to the outside. Shaun follows and chases Carter around ringside. After a lap Carter slides in and bolts out of the other side making Shaun follow him once more. However this time as Danielson gets back out of the ring he is struck with a Clothesline knocking him to the ground. Carter quickly grabs his head, beating blows down onto it as Danielson rests with his back up against the side of the ring. Carter keeps a hold of his hair as he rolls him back into the ring, following only to mount and continue beating down on him, The referee tries to get involved but Carter looks up and tells the referee that it's anything goes and he can go suck it. Rude. He does get off Shaun though so he can grab him and lift him to his feet, taking his arm and twisting it around once, striking an elbow into the twisted flesh, before doing another twist raking the arm downwards with some force. He ducks into his gut and flips Shaun with a judo style toss, keeping his arm held in a tight Armbar, arm twisted behind his back. The Shockwave already looks to be in some pain from the move but he does manage to scramble his legs, pulling them and himself closer to the ropes, hooking his leg around them, making the referee begin the five count. One, two, three, four and five and Carter doesn't let go. He keeps twisting the arm prompting the referee to start telling Carter to let go, and he does, only to get right in the referees face barking at him. The general gist of the conversation being there are no disqualifications, what is he going to do if he doesn't let go? Hey? Hey? Carter spends a few more moments trying to bully the official around before turning back to Shaun who had slowly managed to get back onto his feet. As Carter approaches he is hit by a low kick to the legs, and then another, and then a third as Shaun manages to recover, swinging his arms up for a big chop to the chest which knocks Carter down, even if the Global Champion gets right back up, only to be hit and floored again. Shaun grabs him the third time he is up and throws him into the turnbuckle, back first, appproaching as he starts to rain down on his chest with a series of chops and the fans know what this means. Woo! Woooo! Still love you Ric. After a few Shaun backs away, running back with a Clothesline, striking hard and making the champ wander out of the corner slowly. Danielson grabs his head and follows up with a Bulldog. He covers.

1... Kick out!

Shaun didn't almost steal one there as Carter got out at one. Danielson doesn't look too down though as he grabs Carter by the arm and leads him back up his feet, twisting the arm and slipping behind his opponent, locking in a Side Headlock. Carter starts to struggle, moving backwards into the ropes, throwing Danielson off but he returns with a Clothesline. He runs back to the ropes, jumping over Carter as he rolls in the middle of the ring, the Global Championship jumping up for a Dropkick, but Shaun stops short and lets him fall down to the floor. As he stumbles up Shaun grabs his head and snaps him over with a Snapmare and then a Dropkick to the back. He goes for another cover but Carter gets out at about the two count this time. Shaun backs away as Carter starts to get up, The Shockwave driving a knee against him, wrapping his arms around his head and locking in another Headlock. However this time he twists his body to the side and drops his opponent on the back of his head with a sharp Neckbreaker. He makes another cover but Carter kicks out again. Shaun doesn't waste much time in grabbing Carter's arm, locking in Arm Lock on the man. The champion is down for the moment, gritting his teeth as he gets up to a sitting position. He keeps the lock in tight, Carter not close to the ropes but he manages to swing his over arm up, hitting towards his challenger, the hold getting looser, Carter able to roll himself over, breaking free of the hold. The two men get back up to their feet but Carter strikes first with a Dropkick that connects to the chin, knocking Shaun down. With Danielson struggling to get up to his feet at the moment Carter runs over and strikes with a Running Neckbreaker to take his challenger down to the ground. A cover follows.

1... 2. Kick out!

Carter doesn't manage to get the job done just yet. He rubs his lip at the moment to make sure nothing is busted as Shaun starts to get up slowly. The Global Champion sees his challenger getting up slowly, running over and striking him in the gut with a Dropkick which sends Shaun rolling out of the ring. Carter climbs through the ropes slowly, standing on the apron, waiting for him to stand before jumping down and striking Danielson with a Double Axe Handle, the old man aerial move. But it does the job and it sends Shaun down to the floor. Carter looks to the side, before grabbing Shaun by the hair, pulling him up onto his feet, dragging him over towards the steel steps and slamming his skull down with a thud. He stumbles before he falls down, Carter going for another cover, hooking the leg. But it's a kick out after the two. He wraps his hand around the head and begins to hit again, pounding into his head. It's almost like he's trying to draw blood out of his opponent with his offensive. He looks up and sees the ramp, grinning as he stares before standing, forcing Danielson up with him, dragging him onto the bottom of the ramp with him. He waits a moment, slapping Danielson on the cheek again before kicking his gut and going for a quick DDT but The Shockwave manages to push him off before he can do so, sending him back a staggered few steps. He tries to come back quick with a Clothesline but Shaun ducks underneath, Carter turning and chasing again but this time Shaun Danielson ducks down and flips him overhead, sending the champion up into the air and down onto the ramp, back first, clattering into the harsh surface below. He grunts out from the impact, arching his back up, holding his locker back. Danielson prowls close by, arms up, trying to pump up the crowd a bit. As Carter manages to get back up Shaun kicks him in the gut, taking him between his legs, he tries to hoist him up for a Piledriver style move but Carter won't go up, clawing at his sides to let him free, managing to wiggle himself out of the grasp. Shaun goes for another kick but his boot is caught. However he's not out just yet, swinging his other boot around with a twist as he goes for a Roundhouse Kick, but Carter ducks underneath, grabbing Shaun from behind and driving him forward, releasing to send him from the edge of the ramp into the guardrail with a clatter, only the rail keeping him on his feet.

Of course there are no count outs in this match or the stipulation would seem a bit odd so Carter has plenty of time to take advantage of his vulnerable prey. He follows up behind with a clubbing blow to the back before dragging him away from the rail, dragging him back towards the ring and rolling him inside. Carter climbs up onto the apron, turning to yell something to a fan out at ringside. But he doesn't lose his eye on Shaun who gets up slowly, a hand still holding his stomach from the impact a short time ago, Carter waiting until he just manages to get up, jumping up onto the top rope and jumping over, wrapping his legs around his opponent's neck and swinging him with a Hurricarana, just getting enough to flip Danielson around. He does get up right away, the move sending him bouncing back up to his feet, Carter wrapping his around his chest and back, flinging him over with a Belly to Belly Suplex before going for a cover in the ring.

1... 2.. Kick out!

No not just yet, Danielson is still in this match and Carter does not like that. He looks down at his opponent, jumping up and stomping down on him with a Ghetto Stomp, followed by another cover. Two count. He does the same thing again and covers. Two. And then again. Only a one this time. Shaun is coughing though with the wind being knocked out of him by those double footed stomps to his body, Carter seeing that this isn't working at this moment, stepping away and grabbing his short hair once more to drag him up onto his feet. A blow to the gut to keep Shaun in check, wrapping his arm around his head to lift him up, Carter lifting The Shockwave up for a Suplex but he manages to shake free, Danielson managing to slip out and behind, striking a kick to the lower legs of the champion, sending him down to his knees. Shaun runs to the ropes behind, Carter turning, behind struck hard with a Shining Wizard. It sends Carter stumbling into the ropes and through, dropping out of the ring. Shaun watches him stumble, waiting in the ring with his hands on the ropes until his opponent is back up, flinging himself out of the ring and flopping his body onto Carter, knocking him to the ground once more. He manages to get him into a quick cover, the referee scrambling out of the ring quickly to count.

1... 2.. Kick out!

Carter rolls the shoulder to escape and Shaun backs off for the moment, catching his breath. He waits until Carter gets up, putting his hands onto the sides of the apron, thrusting forward with his shoulder to thrust Carter into the hardest part of the ring, and one more for good measure. He rises himself up, slapping into the exposed chest with a chop, a 'Woo!' from the fans. Shaun strikes again, and once more before backing up for a Clothesline. However this time Carter manages to get up a foot, swinging his leg to strike the challenger for his Global Title with a boot to the chest. While Shaun is stunned Carter manages to hop his way onto the ring apron, springing off with another Hurricarana, sending Danielson bundling against the announce table. Carter grabs hold and rolls him quickly, making a cover as he goes for the win once more.

1... 2. Kick out!

No Shaun isn't down just yet, Carter standing up as he starts to clear the announce table, clearing the surface of anything and everything. This is the kind of moments Mike and the rest of the gang probably wished the company had a Spanish Announce Team with a table to take the fall for them. Carter sets everything up, striking a blow onto Danielson's back to keep him vulnerable before rolling him up onto the table, Carter following him up. He stalks over, slowly letting his challenger rise, The Shockwave getting up onto a vertical bases slowly, Carter grabbing his head and going for his finishing move, the Carter Cutter but Shaun doesn't let him do it, blocking and kicking the lower legs once before before swinging the boot up high to strike around the side of his head hard, Carter stumbling and falling from the table into the time keeper's area. Good job really as Mike Stokes almost got cross bodied. He probably doesn't want to end up in feuds with all of Clique's characters. Shaun slowly gets off the table, getting back to the ground. He reaches over the barrier to grab Carter but as he leans down something hard strikes against his skull, Shaun Danielson falling back onto the ground, lights out. The fans aren't sure what happened before Carter emerges, clutching his title in his hands. The fans boo as they figure out that Carter used the title as a weapon, striking his challenger in the skull but it's all legal in this match, anything goes after all. Carter hops over the barrier with his title in hand, making the cover as the referee makes the count.

1... 2... 3!

Winner and still your FWA Global Champion: Carter III

Carter retains, standing and kissing his title before holding it up high into the air, bragging over his fallen opponent as he makes a successful defense in this opening match of Health Crisis. Carter flings his title over his shoulder as he starts to strut from the scene, still the Global Champion.

 

 

With a flicker of static, the crowd were awaiting the next match but instead the sound of a vulture caused attention to turn towards the big-screen. Slowly the picture would fade-in, the image picturing a barren highway. The suspense built inside the arena as the screen displayed the scene, wind blowing dust across the piping-hot tarmac road. A vulture was pictured flying above the image, the shadow of it displaying clearly on the hot sand landscape. The fans were intrigued and discussions had already begun amongst them, the majority wondering who was behind this mysterious imagery. It seemed like nothing was going to develop as the camera panned around different interest points in the scene, displaying skeletons of dead animals and the lens flare being reflected from the intense sunlight. It all seemed quite tedious till the sound changed, the sound of an engine. It was a loud hum, almost like the engine of a motorcycle. The screen would change to its most impressive shot yet, staring down the seemingly endless highway, this time with life on-screen as the silhouette of a man was seen in the distance. With every flash of sunlight, the man got closer and closer, but was totally unrecognisable due to a hood covering his face. He was of a massive build, and the crowd watched in awe as he got closer and closer to the screen. Eventually he would reach the camera, the video panning upwards to make up for his height, stopping as it reached the stubble of his chin. No more was to be seen as the screen immediately turned black, nothing more. The crowd had began to mutter and converse with each-other, discussing who they might have just seen. Many theories were already in the works, but that wouldn't be necessary. Another loud motorcycle rev would be synchronised with lights turning off. It was a little shocking and the usual camera flashes tried to get clues from the stage. It was a pitch-black arena, everyone focused on the screen again. One more motorcycle rev would introduce the theme of a returning superstar, a newly signed and returning superstar from the world of wrestling.

I WILL TAKE YOUR THOUGHTS AWAY
AND I'LL IGNITE YOUR FEAR TODAY

Lights in the arena flickered back on, the stage now occupied by a beast of a man. He was the same man from the video, and the suspense was broken almost immediately as the titantron name would flash upon the screen, 'AXEL MARTIN'... The crowd erupted into a sea of cheers as the man reached up and flicked the hood to the back of his head, it was Axel. He maintained a serious expression as he stretched his neck, then turning his head slowly as he scanned the crowd. The six foot, six inches tall man would grin softly as he stood, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket whilst he received a standing ovation. Axel stood, his theme continuing as he remained stood on the spot. He would brush a hand down his short beard, rubbing the stubble before turning himself around slowly. The return had been announced, and Axel needed to say nothing more. He slowly stepped backstage, the fans left in mystery as the man had left without a word.

Axel Martin was back.

MATCH #2
Ambulance Match
Adam McIlrath vs. Paul Burchill

Both men meet up in the middle of the ring in a good old fashioned collar and elbow tie up. Both men try to push the other one backwards but it doesn’t seem like either is going to give up any ground so they quickly push off the hold to regroup. They would start to circle the ring now, neither man taking their eyes off their opponent for even a second as they met in the middle of the ring looking for another collar and elbow tie up but this time Burchill uses his experience to his advantage and as they lock up he quickly drops down to his back, hitting McIlrath with an arm drag as he drops but both men quickly make it back to their feet, Burchill with a grin on his face. They lock up in the centre of the ring once again except this time it’s McIlrath who hits an arm drag on Paul who quickly gets back up and runs into yet another arm drag but this time McIlrath keeps a hold on the arm of Burchill and locks in an arm wrench type of move with his knee placed on Burchill’s back. Fighting his way out though Burchill would make his way back to his feet but his arm was still stuck in an awkward position. Burchill’s experience would then show as he knew how to get out of it. He dropped to the ground and did a forward roll before kipping back up to his feet and hitting McIlrath in the head with his free arm which dropped McIlrath to one knee. Burchill would then walk over and place his hand under the chin of McIlrath, lifting Adam’s head up before nailing a chop to the chest, which brought McIlrath back to his feet.

McIlrath who was now leaning against the ropes with one arm would walk along them into the corner to which Burchill followed him and nailed him with a few more chops to the chest before dragging him along into the middle of the ropes before nailing a few shots to the head which dropped McIlrath to one knee. Burchill would then place McIlrath’ neck across the middle rope and place his knee over the back of McIlrath neck before pressing down, using the middle rope to choke McIlrath which was obviously illegal, but the referee could do nothing. He would then pick McIlrath back up and turn him around before irish whipping him into the ropes, but McIlrath hooks his arms around the ropes on the other side of the ring to stop himself bouncing off. Burchill then charges at his opponent who sends him over the top rope and crashing down to the floor below with a back body drop and as Burchill hits the ground on the outside he goes rolling into the barricade. As Burchill got back up to his feet McIlrath would run off the ropes and nail Burchill with a baseball slide. Adam looked over to the Ambulance at the top of the ramp, but Paul was on the other side of ringside, and it was a long way to the ambulance.

Burchill would roll over onto all fours to try and get his breath back but McIlrath got back up quickly and looked to take advantage once again. This time he would get on Burchill’s back and lock in a camel clutch but to add more pressure to the hold McIlrath would place his forearm underneath the chin of Burchill and pull back. A submission in this instance was to wear down Burchill, not to make him tap. That would be stupid of Adam. But Adam is stupid, so he probably thought he would win. After a bit of fighting though Burchill had managed to reposition his body so that he was now on both knees before trying to make his way back up to his feet, but as he gets up McIlrath hits him with a knee to the gut to keep him under control. McIlrath would then wrap his arms around Burchill’s waist and place his head under his shoulder before running Burchill back first into the corner. With Burchill in the corner McIlrath would hit a loud open palmed slap. He would then grab Burchill by the wrist and whip him into the opposite corner. McIlrath would then take a deep breath and charge at Burchill who was in the corner but as he got close Burchill would then bring a foot up to meet McIlrath’ in the face which causes him to stumble back a little bit and after regaining a bit of composure Burchill would run out of the corner and nail McIlrath with a running lariat which quickly dropped McIlrath, and sent him out of the ring. Paul Burchill climbed out of the ring, and went up to Adam McIlrath. Paul irish whipped Adam into the barricade, Adam hitting it back first. Paul then lifted up Adam, and Irish whipped him shoulder first into the ringsteps. Adam did not have time to recover, as Paul Burchill lifted then McIlrath in a Oklahoma slam position, and drove him shoulder first into the ring post. Paul Burchill then rolled Adam McIlrath back into the ring, and then grabbed the first weapons, 2 chairs.

Paul threw these into the ring, and as he climbed in himself, Adam McIlrath hit a few stomps to Sir Paul. Paul responded with a headbutt to the shoulder, making Adam wince in pain. Paul then picked up a steel chair, and hit it over the left shoulder of McIlrath. McIlrath was felled like a tree. He hit the canvas hard. Paul Burchill then began to relentless attack Adam with a chair. Paul stopped, and composed himself as the sell out crowd booed his name. Paul then held the chair up in the air, and then wedged Adam’s arm into the chair. With the other chair, Paul slammed the chair hard on his arm, possibly breaking it by hyper extending the arm. Paul Burchill then quickly locked in the Royal Mutilation, the Fujiwara armbar. Adam roared in pain, and screamed in agony. He was tapping out like there was no tomorrow, but it was all in vain. Paul amped up the pressure, and then he released the lock about 15 seconds later. Adam McIlrath roared in pain, and crawled out of the ring. Paul Burchill climbed out of the ring, and looked under the ring again. Adam McIlrath removed his arm from the chair, and began holding it with his right arm, almost crying in pain. Paul was looking under the apron for some time, and he found something interesting, a table. As Paul picked it up and walked towards Adam, Adam was crawling up the ramp. Paul set up the table and grabbed McIlrath. Paul had McIlrath in a powerbomb position, but Adam reversed into a back body drop, and Paul Burchill went through the table.

Adam was down on the floor, as was Burchill, and Adam was still nursing his injured arm. Paul stayed down catching his breath for a little bit. Adam began crawling to the ambulance, apparently looking to use it as leverage to get to his feet. Adam McIlrath then looked at Paul Burchill, and climbed to his feet. Instead of going on the offense, Adam walked towards the ambulance. Adam then opened the doors of the ambulance, but rather than go for Burchill, he climbed into the ambulance himself! Adam McIlrath was going to end this match and lose the match. One door was shut, and the second! NO! Paul Burchill prevented Adam McIlrath from closing the second door, and kept the match going! Paul Burchill grabbed McIlrath, and threw him out of the ambulance. McIlrath flipped in the air, landing hard on his back on the ramp. Paul Burchill then looked into the ambulance, and grabbed some defibrillators! Paul approached Adam, and rubbed the two defibrillators together, and administered an electric shock that coursed through McIlrath’s body and caused him to shake violently. Paul Burchill was not done yet however, and the picked up the motionless body of Adam McIlrath, and began dragging him to his feet. Burchill then climbed onto the hood of the ambulance, and then the roof, dragging Adam with him as he did so. Adam McIlrath was still out for the count, as Paul Burchill stood tall above him. Paul grabbed Adam McIlrath’s left arm, and then the right and he pulled upwards. A few seconds later, Paul Burchill stomped hard on the back of McIlrath’s head, sending him face first onto the roof of the ambulance.

The fans booed, as Paul Burchill taunted on top of the ambulance. Paul then grabbed Adam’s arms again, listed him up and planted him boot into the back of Adam’s head once again, a second Curbstomp! This merciless man was destroying the career of Adam McIlrath before our very eyes, and nobody could do anything about it. Paul then ran his hands through his hair, sweeping his hair back, and then delivered a third curbstomp to Adam McIlrath. Paul then climbed off the top of the ambulance, and walked down to the ring. He looked under the ring and grabbed a strange item, an American flag. Paul Burchill then looked under the ring once again, and he found a toolbox. Paul Burchill then climbed into the ring, grabbing the American flag, and he began waving it around the ring. And then the toolbox opened. Paul Burchill grabbed alighter, and began burning the American flag. Paul stood in the centre of the ring, waving a burning American flag, and there is nothing that anyone could do! Paul then flew the flag on the mat, and began stamping on it to remove the flames. He exited the ring, and he walked back up the ramp to the ambulance, and pulled Adam McIrath off of the top of the ambulance. Adam McIlrath was still knocked out from the 3 curb stomps, so Paul Burchill just the easy task of throwing him into the back of the ambulance. Not yet however, as inside the toolbox was some spray paint. Sir Paul Burchill grabbed the spray paint, and wrote the words “R.I.P U.S.A” onto McIlrath’s back. Paul then grabbed MCIlrath, and rolled his carcass into the back of the ambulance, shutting it behind him.

Winner(s): Sir Paul Burchill

Aftermath: Yes, Paul Burchill backed up what he had said. He claimed he was going to remove all faith of America from Adam McIlrath, and that was done tonight. Having said that, Paul also removed all consciousness from Adam too. It had taken 3 curbstomps amongst others to win the match for Britain’s favourite Son. The Ambulance’s sirens wailed out as the lights began to flash. The Ambulance was then driven out of the arena, as Paul Burchill smugly looked at the fans.

MATCH #3

Women's Championship - Submissions Match
Sloane (©) vs. Kaarina

It was time for the third match of the night, a contest that would decide the fate of the Federal Wrestling Associations Women's Championship. The title would be contested for under submission match rules, where the only way to win would be to make your opponent tap out. With entrances done, the referee would take the title belt from a reluctant Sloane before showing it to both divas. Following this, the referee raised it above his head and then handed it to the timekeeper before returning to the center of the ring, sounding for the bell... That was it, the match was official but one of the competitors lacked movement, Kaarina simply walked to the center of the ring and called upon Sloane to meet her halfway, but the women's champ was standing in her corner calling Kaarina every name under the sun. With every insult, Sloane took a step forward till she was shouting into Kaarina's face, finishing her rant with a quick swing of her forearm, a massive open-palmed slap to the face of Kaarina who stumbled back a step. The challenger would touch her lip with the tip of her index finger, checking for any blood. Sloane continued to abuse Kaarina, pointing at her as the challenger turned her head back. Sloane was suddenly silent as Kaarina would now appear more angered, the Finnish Powerhouse lunging forwards with a closed-fist strike that would rock the champion who stumbled backwards to a knee, Kaarina continuing with several vicious punches whilst she head Sloane up by her neck. The punches led Kaarina to the corner where she continued this onslaught, the referee approaching from behind to initiate a five-count. He counted as Kaarina continued, eventually the Finnish diva stepping off with two innocent arms raised, then immediately going back in for the kill with an elbow to the jaw of Sloane. The women's champ was trying to defend but the forearms weren't providing the best cover as elbows broke through, striking her face till she could barely see. Sloane's head would slump backwards, almost as if she was knocked out, and Kaarina would turn around 180 degrees. She ran at the opposite turnbuckle and spun herself again as she hit it with her back, using it as momentum as she charged at the open target of Sloane. It was a violent collision as Sloane was uppercutted by the shoulder of Kaarina, stumbling from the corner to her knees, and then to her face as Kaarina raised her arms, Sloane was in big trouble.

Match continuing and Sloane was still grounded, no signs of life coming from her. It might've been a good idea to attempt a submission but instead Kaarina seemed fired up and she wasn't about to slow the pace of the match now as she bent down and grabbed a clump of Sloane's hair, hoisting her up from the floor with the arm like a crane. Sloane used the assistance to find her feet again, still didn't know where she was though. She glanced upwards through glazed eyes as Kaarina would appear in her vision again, hitting a massive shoulder block. It almost knocked Sloane into action as she stumbled up immediately from hitting the ground. Kaarina went for another shoulder-block, this time Sloane side-stepping it. The women's champion would appear to be back into the game till Kaarina turned and grabbed Sloane from behind as she ran past, throwing her to the ground by her hair as the women's champion was again humiliated by the pure strength of Kaarina. Sloane cried out in pain as she held her head, Kaarina using this moment to step in and pull Sloane up by her hair once more. The women's champion was more alive now, somehow, and would scream as Kaarina pulled her up. She kicked frantically at Kaarina, catching the thighs of the Finnish beast a few times but Kaarina held her own before hitting a very nice uppercut that sent the women's champion stumbling backwards to a corner again. Kaarina charged from the center of the ring this time, but Sloane would roll to her left and dive out of the way. Kaarina hit the turnbuckle chest first and stumbled back slowly, losing a bit of breath from the collision. As she did, Sloane jumped on her back like a spider, wrapping her arms under the neck like a sleeper hold with the legs wrapped around the body of Kaarina. The referee was immediately on watch as the first submission was locked in, Sloane choking Kaarina. The Finnish muscle struggled for a moment, shaking her hips left and right before she grabbed Sloane's right leg in the body scissors. With her strength she was able to unhook the scissors and the submission then turned into Sloane hanging from Kaarina's neck, this caused the challenger to fall back slightly, Sloane dropping her back down onto her knee! What quick thinking by Sloane who suddenly turned it round, crawling away from the scene of the move as she sat herself up in the corner, Kaarina rolling around on the floor holding her lower back.

With Sloane taking time for a breather, she then realised she'd need to maintain an offense as she scrambled up to her feet. Kaarina was on her hands and knees by now, but not for long as Sloane darted across the ring with a vicious push-kick to the side of Kaarina's head! The challenger was delayed on her climb to her feet as she rolled onto her back. Immediately though, Kaarina was trying to climb back up. She was watching Sloane this time who remained stalking her, not knowing what to do. Kaarina got to two knees before Sloane ran past her, the Finnish woman taking time to turn and this allowed the women's champ to hit a nice shining wizard! The knee struck the chest of Kaarina and another big strike had hurt her. She would again fall, this time Sloane getting to her first, DDTing the challenger as she sat on her knees. This time-frame of Kaarina being down would allow the abuse to resume as Sloane was back on-top. She heckled in Kaarina's ear as she stumbled up, slapping her occasionally before a quick gut kick left Kaarina in danger. Sloane would try the difficult as she hooked an arm around the neck of Kaarina, looking for a snap suplex. One harsh pull wasn't enough as Kaarina hooked a leg under Sloane's thigh before attempting one of her own. Sloane wouldn't allow it as she dropped from her feet downwards, turning this suplex hold into some kind of grounded guillotine! Excellent initiative from the champion who would hook her calves around Kaarina, keeping the hold to a very small package. The referee was again by the side of the position as Kaarina's face turned red, the hold was alot tighter than the sleeper and the weight on the ground meant it would be a harder escape. Kaarina held an arm in the air as she felt for a rope but the hold was very central in the ring. The guillotine was having affecting Sloane too as holding it for this long was beginning to tire her, especially with the amount of pressure needed. It all looked over but suddenly Kaarina was moving, both knees moving forward as Kaarina wrapped both arms behind the neck of Sloane. One massive push meant she lifted Sloane off the ground and slammed her, slamming her own her in the process. Sloane's grip was reduced and a dazed Kaarina would attempt to roll as far away as possible from the women's champion.

Sloane sat and took another breather before she pushed herself upwards, then turned to watch a very groggy Kaarina who was on hands and knees once more. Sloane watched before backing into her own corner, a look of menace spread across her face as she awaited Kaarina to rise to a basis a little more vertical. She knew for a fact Kaarina would have no answer to whatever she could do, and then charged across the ring looking for some kind of low-elbow, but inside Kaarina would leap up and the two met in the center of the ring, Kaarina nailing a massive lariat that sent Sloane almost into a backflip! The crowd popped for that as Kaarina would collapse immediately after the move, both women down. Sloane was first to look up, checking her lip for any blood before she would turn slowly and see Kaarina getting up at the same time. Sloane rushed upwards as she held her neck, then turning to face Kaarina before again attempting a running manoeuvre. She felt more confident as she leapt onto a vertical Kaarina, looking for the Lou Thesz press... but Kaarina held Sloane and the hold was rolled through till Kaarina was vertical holding Sloane like a baby!... The bear-hug was immediately initiated with one massive squeeze, the referee attempting to ask Sloane if she quitted as the women's champ screamed in pain. There was a big struggle as she kicked and swung with every limb, clawing at the face of the durable Kaarina too. The challenger didn't have much left in the tank at all and as she felt the hold start to loosen, she vaulted herself upwards and slammed Sloane down for a spinebuster! Kaarina felt the adrenaline and immediately pushed herself up to her feet, roaring to the crowd whilst Sloane rolled holding her lower back. Sloane would slowly push herself up, the challenger wishing her on. As Sloane reached the vertical basis, Kaarina immediately went for her chokeslam! She wrapped a hand around the throat of Sloane and vaulted her upwards, but the women's champ pushed herself out of the hold, landing on her feet infront of Kaarina. The challenger immediately went for the chokeslam again, but Sloane was quick to avoid as she ducked the hand and kicked Kaarina in the gut... and again. Two kicks sending Kaarina to a knee before Sloane grabbed the hair of Kaarina. Planting one foot on her head, Sloane initiated a hair-pull curb-stomp. A signature move!... She would hit it again before stumbling backwards, falling to one knee as she had time to recover.

Time passed and Kaarina was still motionless, and Sloane had decided it would be time to risk it all as she turned her attention to the top-rope. She was a show-boat and needed to display some flair, this in her head as she pulled herself up the ladder of ropes. Eventually at the top, Sloane sat there and got her balance, watching as Kaarina stirred. It was a tense moment in the match-up as the crowd were hushed. Kaarina slowly at a vertical basis turned herself to face Sloane who leapt from the top with an ear-splitting scream, a missile dropkick sending Kaarina flying across the ring!.. Sloane was almost in awe of herself as her eyes widened, pushing herself to vertical before standing herself behind Kaarina. She was silent, focused. The crowd watched as a helpless challenger arose and turned, Sloane booting her in the gut before wrapping the head in the side-hold. She glared around the arena before she hoisted Kaarina into the air with a massive display of strength. Kaarina wouldn't be held there for long as Sloane couldn't hold the twisting body, watching as Kaarina flipped from the top of the body. Sloane turned to face her and the chokehold was held around her neck! Kaarina again pushed the women's champion into the air, looking for the finisher!... No! Sloane twisted herself over the shoulder of Kaarina and behind her! An arm would hook over the neck of Kaarina for the dragon sleeper, both divas falling back and allowing Sloane to drop into a scissor hold too!... Kaarina was in the center of the ring and she was swinging her arms. She tried desperately to attack the body of Sloane but the M.A.D.T was locked and held, the hold being applied with a vicious amount of pressure! There was nowhere to go as Kaarina grabbed and pulled the hair of Sloane, but the women's champion seemed unaffected as she wrenched the hold harder and harder till the massive arm of Kaarina swung downwards to the mat, slapping it twice as the referee would push himself to his feet and ring the bell. It was done! Kaarina had tapped to Sloane! Oh my word!

Winner and STILL Women's Champion:
Sloane.

Aftermath:
As the bell had rung, the arms of Sloane seemed to rag-doll as she could only maintain a smile. She would then roll the body of a squirming Kaarina off from her before she rolled over onto her knees, pushing her hair out of her face. It would be her first smile since the first bell, and she would grin with glee as the referee helped her up, handing her the title she still owned. A raise of the arm later and Sloane was off to gloat in the ring, holding the title to each of the four sides of fans. They weren't particularly happy with this victory, and Sloane would only leave the ring after shouting a little more in the face of Kaarina, wiping her feet next to the body of the Finnish powerhouse before making her way out. Onto the next match, dawg.

 

What a huge victory. No one was expecting that!, as the crowd roars with excitement, the victor makes his way to the backstage area. A momentary pause, as the fans await the next competitor, a small, skinny man dressed in wrestling attire reveals himself from behind the curtain. Who could this be? The man hops into the ring, looking nervous as he does so. He then requests a microphone as the fans begin to boo. They want to see the stars of FWA, not some 5 pound wannabe. The man raises the microphone to his mouth, a look of disappointment in his eyes.

"Whoa, whoa. Everyone deserves a chance to sign. Such disrespect, such disrespect. What was I expecting though? I am in Boston! An armpit of a town full of losers, just like your crappy baseball team the Boston Red Sox! I-"

To the delight of the audience, the man is interrupted by a ow familiar theme tune. The theme tune of the gladiator Spartacus. Spartacus then reveals himself, as his golden shower of fireworks falls from the rafters, the fans begin to chant his name aloud as he walks down the ramp, as he enters the ring. The jobber then foolishly gets right up into Spartacus' face, before proceeding."

"No one interrupts Johnson Johnson, who do you think you are you bitch!"

A stunned silence can be felt around the FWA arena. What balls this small man has. Spartacus laughs as the jobber backs into the far corner, dropping his microphone and preparing his fists. All the while, Spartacus roars as he throws his arms out wide, much to the delight of the FWA universe. It looks like we have acontest on our hands.

The bell rings, the Johnson Johnson then immediately runs toward Spartacus, throwing several hard punches as he does so. None of which having an effect on Spartacus. Johnson the bounces of the ropes, attempting a clothesline. The man connects, however once again Spartacus no sells the blow. As Johnson clutches his arm, a look of disbelief on his face, Spartacus holds him by the throat and lifts him off his feet. He then smiles at him, before violently throwing him against the ropes. Spartacus then roars once more, before slowly approaching the downed wrestler. He then pulls the man up by his hair, before quickly flipping him upside down, the perfect position for a devastatingly beautiful tombstone piledriver. Spartacus holds him upside down for a moment, before releasing one hand, preforming a thumbs down motion. He then grips him tightly, before drilling the jobber to the mat and going for the cover

1..2..3.

Spartacus hops to his feet, before shrugging his shoulders and letting out a roar as the screen fades...

 

MATCH #4
Tag Team Championship - Tables Match
Team Victory (©) vs. Prestigious

Tables surround the ring as the tag team championships are on the line here tonight. Reigning champions Team Victory managed to win the belts from Los Lobos Feroces in a triple team match also involving Prestigious. Now, Prestigious gets their chance to redeem that lose by taking on Victory for the tag belts in a tables match here tonight. The pressure is even higher when you consider that only one person has to go through a table, meaning the first team to put one opponent through the table wins. The bell rings and the two teams pair off in brawl that you would expect. Aaron Starr and Jerry Oliver both begin fighting with each other as the larger and calmer partners of theirs, Mr. Smiley and Robert Gareth also begin fighting. The smaller two, Starr and Oliver, begin rolling around on the floor, attempting to gain an advantage and end up rolling out to the floor. The two then stay standing and begin to punch away at each other. Back in the ring, Smiley had taken control of Gareth with his size advantage and slammed his head against the top turnbuckle. Smiley then delivers an open-hand chop across the chest of Gareth, causing him to stubble out of the corner holding his chest. Back outside the ring, Oliver had taken control of Starr and goes to slam his head against the steel steps but Aaron is able to stop it by slamming his hands against the steps instead before standing back up and grabbing Jerry and slamming his head against the steps. The fans around that area cheer at this and Aaron looks out to them before calling “Again?” The fans in the area all cheer and Starr grabs Oliver’s head and drag him up, slamming his head against the steps once more. Back inside the ring again, Gareth had taken control of Smiley and was currently stomping away at the mute as he lay against the corner. Gareth then drives his foot against the throat of Smiley. Oliver too had taken control of Aaron outside the ring, slamming his head against one of the near-by tables. Oliver then grabs him in a suplex and stands in front of the table, clearly aiming to put Starr through. However, Aaron is able to reverse and suplexes Oliver to the floor before looking into the ring and notices Smiley in trouble.

Aaron rolls back in the ring and grabs the shoulder of Gareth before turning him around and punching away at the face of the larger man. Smiley had recovered somewhat and stood up out the corner as Aaron calls him over. The two men grab an arm each and whip him off to the ropes. Gareth bounces back off the ropes and the two men hit a double back elbow to him. Smiley grabs around his the shoulder and trunks of Gareth and lifts him up before running him towards the section of the ring facing the ramp and launches him over the ropes to the floor. Smiley walks back towards the middle of the ring where Aaron was. Clearly excited by the fact they were left standing, Aaron raises his arm high for a high-five. Smiley stares blankly at the hand before noticing Oliver getting on the apron behind Aaron. As Oliver leaps up onto the top rope for the springboard, Smiley pushes Aaron to the side to take the clothesline attempt. However, instead of taking the clothesline, Smiley is able to catch Oliver in that position before swinging him slightly and grabbing him with his other arm before pressing him over his head. Smiley then moves towards where Gareth was and launches Oliver over the top rope and onto Gareth on the outside of the ring. Aaron, happy that Smiley was willing to save him like that, gives Smiley a quick hug which Smiley doesn’t react to at all. As the two men outside of the ring begin to get back up, Smiley looks at Aaron and points out to the two men. Smiling at this, Aaron begins strutting over to the ropes, blowing a kiss to the fans as he does so. As Aaron turns to bounces off the ropes, he picks up the pace and runs over to the other side before leaping to the outside, onto the two men that were out there.

Aaron then stands back up and begins jumping up and down in excitement, high-fiving and hugging fans in celebration of how dominate Prestigious has been so far as Smiley rolls out of the ring on the other side and grabs the table that was leaning against the announce table before sliding it into the ring. Smiley then slides in himself and begins setting the table up, clearly wanting to end the match early. Aaron hops up onto the apron and keeps shouting to Smiley, distracting him as he sets the table up. Both members of Team Victory were slowly getting back to their feet, unbeknownst to the other two men. Smiley eventually sets the table up properly and stands it up before looking to the outside of the ring behind Aaron and notices both opponents getting up. Smiley points behind Aaron, hoping he would be able to take care of them. Aaron turns to face them but both men quickly stand back up and grabs one of Aaron’s legs each before yanking them forward, causing Aaron to fall down and slam the back of his head against the ring apron. Smiley begins to move forward to go and help Aaron but both members of Team Victory quickly move away, each walking around to a different side of the ring so they are either side of Smiley. Not being able to tell who he should go for, Smiley stands in the ring whilst switching his view to either side and to either man. Both members of Team Victory slowly stand back up onto the apron and slowly begin to get in the ring. Smiley takes a chance and quickly moves to Gareth to try and take away the unknown element they have. However, Gareth is able to fight back and with Oliver moving over to help, the two on one is too much for Smiley.

The two men begin to brawl away at Smiley, forcing him to the ground and stomping away at him. Gareth looks over to the table and points to it, saying something to Jerry. The two men lift Smiley to his feet and slam his head against the table which causes Smiley to stubble backwards. The two men push him backward so he bounces off the ropes and when he rebounds back, the two men grab a leg and give him a double flapjack, aiming to put him through the table but they get the distances wrong and end up slamming Smiley’s jaw against the table. Smiley collapses to the floor, holding his jaw as both men are annoyed by the fact they didn’t put him through. Robert clearly is motioning for the two to do it again and the two lean down to lift Smiley back up. At this point, Aaron slowly rolls back into the ring, holding the back of his head, and attempts to stop the two men. Aaron begins to punch away at the back of Jerry which stops him from lifting Smiley up. Noticing that, Gareth stops and stands back up before waiting for Aaron to stop punching at Oliver. When Starr does, Gareth quickly steps forward and unleashes a brutal short-range lariat that drops Aaron. Not taking Aaron as a threat and more of an annoyance, Gareth grabs Jerry’s arm and pulls him towards him, saying “Let’s dispose of him” before the two men lift him up. The two men turn Aaron around and deliver a double back suplex to ‘Captain Fabulous’ before standing back up quickly and grabbing a leg of Aaron’s. The two men then pull in opposite directions, stretching out the groin of Aaron which causes him to sit up in pain. Smiley had managed to stand up by this point and as Aaron rolls from the ring to stop the attacks from Team Victory, Smiley rushes forward and delivers a big boot to the back of Jerry Oliver’s head, dropping him to the mat and rolling to the floor holding his head which leaves Robert Gareth and Smiley as the two left in the ring.

The two men begin brawling in the ring, taking turns punching away at their opponent. Smiley slowly begins to gain an advantage and switches from punching to elbow strikes. With Smiley still having the control and managing to have backed Gareth to the ropes with these strikes, Smiley grabs Robert’s arm before whipping him off to the ropes and hitting a reverse atomic drop to Gareth. Smiley then delivers three consecutive elbow strikes to the top of Robert’s head which drops the ‘Ice Cold’ man to his knees. Smiley then backs off to the ropes and bounces back, delivering a big boot to the face of the kneeling man before running off to the ropes next to him and leaping up following the rebound, hitting a leg drop across the throat of Gareth. Realising how well that worked, Smiley stands over Robert’s head and lifts him up from there before delivering three more elbow strikes to the top of his head. Yet again, this drops the ‘Ice Cold’ one to his knees. Smiley then goes to back off to the ropes again for the boot but as he goes to, Jerry Oliver leaps up onto the apron and grabs the top rope, pulling it down which causes Smiley to tumble out of the ring and to the floor. Grabbing the back of his head and stretching his neck out a bit, Oliver then looks behind him to make sure Smiley was standing back up before leaping onto the second rope and springing backwards onto Smiley, hitting the Asai moonsault. Oliver stands back up slowly holding onto his gut but doesn’t notice Aaron, who had run towards him and delivers an enzuigiri to the head of Oliver. Aaron looks into the ring and notices Robert Gareth stood back up but very wobbly on his feet from the abuse to the head he took. Aaron quickly slides into the ring but Gareth is able to somewhat recover and goes for a clothesline. Aaron ducks and hits the Double R Spinebuster when Robert rebounds. Aaron then grabs the table Smiley set up and positions it towards the corner before going back to Gareth and slowly lifting him up and rolling him onto the table. Starr doesn’t see Oliver, who stays out of sight the whole time and lies on the other side of the table as Starr climbs the top rope. Starr quickly showboats to the crowd before leaping off the top with the O-M-G but Oliver is able to get up quick enough to roll Gareth off the table and drag him away which causes Aaron to go crashing through the table on his own from the shooting star attempt.

Jerry watches Aaron crash through the table and stares over to the ref, patting his arm to call for the ref to raise it and announce them as the winners. The ref, though, tells them that they didn’t put Aaron through the table and the match will continue. As Oliver stands back up, he also attempts to drag the still groggy Robert Gareth to his feet with him. Giving up on that, Jerry leaves Gareth to recover as he moves over to Aaron to take advantage of him. Jerry lifts Starr up to his feet and lifts him up in a suplex before looking around the ring for a table. Realising that Starr had crashed through the only table that was left in the ring, Oliver drops Starr down to the mat before moving out to the floor. Oliver grabs one table and slides it into the ring before grabbing another. He moves as though he’s going to slide it into the ring before a sly grin comes across his face. He opens it up on the floor, leaving it about half way between the ring and announce table. By this point, Smiley had managed to recover somewhat and had rolled Aaron out of the ring, to allow him to recover, and had rolled Gareth to the floor with his foot. Oliver notices this and slides into the ring but as soon as he stands back up, Smiley slaps his hand across the throat of his opponent and lifts him up, chokeslamming him on the un-opened table that was laid on the mat. With both teammates that were on the floor recovering, Smiley decided it was time to make quick work of Oliver. Smiley began to open the table and set it up but having barely pulled one of the legs from the table, Robert Gareth had rolled into the ring and was clubbing away at the back of Smiley. Smiley released his grip of the table from the surprise of the clubbing blows which caused him to stumble forward to the ropes. Gareth let Smiley have this space and stepped back slightly and as Smiley stood back up and turned to face Gareth, Robert charged forward and clotheslined Smiley from the ring, to the floor.

With Jerry Oliver too beginning to stir, Gareth now felt in complete control. However, unbeknownst to him, Aaron Starr had slowly rolled back into the ring and was now using the ropes to get up. As Gareth turned to face ‘Captain Fabulous’, Starr went for the Double R Kick but Gareth manages to duck it and grabbed around Aaron’s waist, delivering a vicious German suplex that planted Starr on the back of his neck. Gareth was truly fired up by now and yanked Oliver up to his feet, telling him to go set up a table on the opposite side of the floor, just in case, before leaving the ring to Smiley. By this point, Smiley was back to his feet and the two men begin brawling away once more. This time, however, Gareth took control by delivering a vicious stomp to the top of Smiley’s right knee. This caused the ‘Silent One’ to stagger backward slightly which allowed Gareth to deliver a dropkick to the knee. Olive had finished setting up the table by this point and was joining them around this side of the ring. The two men went to work on Smiley’s right leg, delivering stomp after stomp to the knee. Gareth then grabbed his leg and lifted it up as Team Victory both delivered a round kick to the inside of the knee. Smiling at this and glad they now had a damaged part, Gareth grabbed Smiley’s leg once more and began trying to bend it the opposite way, causing Smiley to slap the ground in pain. Oliver then grabs the other leg as the two men drag Smiley towards the table. They both then lift Smiley up and roll him onto the table. Gareth points to the top rope as Oliver grin devilishly. The two men both climb up onto the apron with Gareth then entering the ring and Oliver climbing onto the top rope. Rob stared from the ring to the floor, watching to make sure that Smiley wasn’t moving and allowing Oliver to prepare himself. As Oliver leapt off the top rope, Gareth turned around, so confident they would win that he wasn’t even watching and was just basing the victory off the crash of the table. However, it was actually Jerry Oliver that had crashed through the table from his Ascent to the Throne as Smiley had rolled off the table, causing Oliver to fly through the table from his own attempt like Starr earlier.

As Gareth celebrated in the ring, yet to turn around and actually look at the scene, Smiley limped to the ring and rolled into the ring. Rob slowly turned around to stare at the man now in the ring, expecting it to be his partner. Upon seeing Smiley, Gareth was first shocked by this but the shock slowly turned to annoyance. Once Smiley was back to his feet, Gareth charged for a lariat but Smiley was able to duck it and lift Rob onto his shoulder for the Samoan drop, planting Gareth on the un-opened table. Looking around the ring at the destruction and scenario, Smiley slowly walked over to the groggy Starr, who had rolled over to the opposite of the ring and was currently using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Noticing the table that was out there, Smiley grabbed Gareth by the shoulder and trunks before running over there and throwing Robert over the top rope, hoping he’d go flying though the table. Instead, Rob was able to catch the top rope and had managed to stop himself, as he was currently stood on the apron. Surprised by this, Gareth slowly turned around on the apron but was met in the face from the boot of Starr as he connected with the Double R Kick. The now very groggy Gareth spun around, barely hanging onto the apron and facing the ring which allowed Smiley to charge and deliver the Finishing Touch, bicycle kicking ‘Ice Cold’ in the face. However, instead of crashing through the table, Garth once more didn’t go through. This time, the force of the kick had sent him flying from the apron and over the table to the arena floor below. As Starr stepped between the ropes to join his partner in the ring as Smiley looked over to the other side of the ring at Oliver. Jerry was slowly moving, attempting to get to the ring. Starr walked over to Smiley and looked at Oliver on the outside before both members of Prestigious looked at each other. Understanding, Starr stepped out of the ring as Smiley set up the table that was in the ring so the smaller side was facing the nearest corner. Starr rolled Oliver into the ring and Smiley instantly grabbed him for a powerbomb as Starr rolled in. Smiley looked at Starr before pointing to the top rope. Smiling at the idea, Starr climbed up as Smiley lifted Oliver for the powerbomb. With Jerry now hoisted up, Starr leaps off the top rope and delivers a leg drop across the neck of Oliver as Smiley drives him down and through the table, making Prestigious the winner of the match and the new tag team champions of FWA.

Winners and NEW Tag Team Champions: Prestigious

MATCH #5
Last Man Standing Match
Robert Heat vs. Gabriel Gospel

Kate Wilmer
Ladies and Gentleman, this match is a Last Man Standing match. The rules go as followed, there will be no pin falls, submissions or disqualifications in this match, the only way to win is to incapacitate your opponent, to which they cannot make a count of ten.

Arriving back at the TD Garden, here live in Boston, Massachusetts. As FWA Health Crisis rolls on from the hellacious Tables Match for the Tag Team Championships...you know, it could’ve been really bad, don’t really know since this was typed before hearing a result...ANYWAY! The room’s lights dimmed for a few mere moments until "115" by Elena Siegman hit the sound system, the tune that infamously signalled the arrival of one man and one man alone. The Messiah, Gabriel Gospel. Hated more than Honey Boo Boo, Gabriel made his way onto the stage through the curtain, giving a glance at the crowd around him; he seemed unimpressed as he then made a B line for the ring, marching his way down like he practically owned the place. Gabriel climbed up on the apron and got into the ring.


Kate Wilmer
From Blackburn, England, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty three pounds, The Messiah...Gabrieeeeel GOSPEL!

Joey Styles
Gabriel Gospel looks intent on getting his hands on Robert Heat tonight.

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
Robert Heat is likely the only reason we are watching this match tonight, Joey. Gabriel was ready at OverBlow to claim that World Title for himself, it was in his grasp, and then to have someone take that opportunity away from you in just three seconds...I know exactly what it’s like, and what’s running through Gabriel’s head is revenge.

Matt Striker
...you rooting for Gabriel Gospel, Mike?

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
Someone has to be JBL.

Matt Striker
Right...right...

"Spike in the Rail" now took over Gabriels, and in turn, sent commotion across the crowd, people beginning to cheer and holler for Robert Heat. Who threw the curtain to the side as he entered out to the mass array of support from nearly the whole of the TD Garden, Robert produced a smile for the audience as he raised his arms high before heading down the ramp, greeting some fans with high fives on his way to the ring.

Kate Wilmer
From Manassa, Colorado, weighing in at two hundred and fifty four pounds! Robert...HEAT!

Joey Styles
Robert Heat, a man over the weeks, who’s managed to level, IF NOT TOP the ability of Gabriel Gospel.

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
You show me his four time world championship reign Joey, then you can talk about topping something like Gabriel Gospel.

Joey Styles
...You’re sticking with the JBL thing aren’t ya’?


Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
You can bet your ass I am-wait, OH, WELL HERE WE GO!

Shouted Mike down the headset, it was a good thing Kate stepped out of the ring after announcing Robert Heat, as the second that Heat and Gospel locked eyes, it was on. Robert Heat quickly slid into the ring, as Gabriel charged over, a few clubs to the back of Heat, but that didn’t stop Robert from taking down Gabriel to the mat, striking forth with right hands at the face of Gospel’s. Hard shots by Heat here, Gabriel trying to cover up, but Heat soon enough rose back to his feet, stalking over the grounded Gabriel, who rolled side to side, still trying to adjust to those right hands, Heat picked up Gospel, whipping him across the ring, Gabriel rebounded off the ropes and straight into a running Heat who nailed a Kitchen Sink, sending Gabriel spinning head over heels to land back first on the match, Robert watched over The Messiah as he attempted to pick himself up, crawling towards the turnbuckle, Heat stopped him in his crawl, as he begun nailing knee after knee into Gabriel’s cranium. Holding it in place to avoid Gabriel from slipping out in anyway, after around 6 good shots to the head, Robert released, as Gabriel scampered into the corner, trying to catch his bearings, only to receive a boot to the head by Robert. Heat dragged Gospel up by the head, hooking it into his arm, he wrapped Gabriel’s arm over his head before hitting a snap suplex. Robert pointed at the ref, before pointing at a Gabriel, muttering the word “Count” as the ref looked down to Gospel.

One!
...Two!

That’s all the ref did count though, as Gospel pushed himself back up to his feet, Robert made his way over to Gabriel, slapping a knife edge chop onto Gospel’s chest, the crowd woo’d as he did, Gabriel stammering to the ropes, Heat cornered Gospel, as he brought his arm back before striking a forearm into the back of Gabriel, Gospel shouted in pain as Robert delivered the second forearm to the spine. Turning Gabriel around to face him, Heat grabbed Gospel by the head, running along the set of ropes with him to send him head first into the next turnbuckle, he exposed the chest of Gabriel again to land another knife edge chop, another woo from the crowd, that sound however didn’t relate to cry of agony from Gospel, who almost feel to the floor in pain, catching himself on the first and second rope. Robert picked Gabriel back up again, exposing the chest for another chop, this one sending Gospel to the floor. The ref began the count

One!

Joey Styles
Just pure brutality is the mind you need to bring into this match if you wanna win this, as Heat hammers away with those chops to Gospel.

Two!

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
You could say that, Joey. But you’re a fool if you do, brutality alone won’t stop an opponent from outsmarting you. If those chops are the only thing Robert has in to put Gabriel down, this match will be shorter than I expect.

Three!

Gabriel had got to his knees by this point as Robert pulled Gospel up the rest of the way, pushing him back into the turnbuckle, Gospel attempted a gut kick but Heat pushed his foot back down, striking a right hand followed by his own gut kick into Gabriel. Robert pushed in close to Gabriel, grabbing the forearm of The Messiah, before attempting an irish whip across the ring, Gabriel countered however, turning it into his own move with a irish whip instead, Heat landing sternum first into the corner post. Robert hit the mat as Gabriel fell to it, quickly rolling up to a seated position, as his head turned, eyeing that Robert wouldn’t be down for long. Gabriel strode forward, kicking Heat off of his hands and knees with a firm kick to the side, Gabriel attacked with stomps to the chest, using the ropes, he pushed himself up in the air, before landing down with a stomp. Gabriel took a few moments to take a breather, as he turned back to Heat, he caught Robert back on his hands and knees, as Gospel ran up with another kick to the side, rolling Heat onto his back once more. More stomps to the chest and head of Robert, as Gabriel dragged Heat up to his knees, placing his head over the second rope as he began choking Robert out on the second rope, the referee stood by him pleading with him to stop the hold, but that’s about it with no disqualifications or submissions Gabriel could continue until he killed Robert. But after a few more seconds of the choke, Gabriel released his weight from Heat. Taking another walk around the ring, the ref still informing him of his actions, but Gabriel took no notice, as he came back to Heat, picking him up to hit the scoop slam on Robert. Gabriel then made his way to the corner opposite Heat, waiting on Robert, it seemed Gabriel wanted to hit the Revelation. As heat got up, he turned around to the running Gabriel, as Heat quickly dropped, catching the legs of Gospel with a drop toe hold, Gabriel’s face meeting the mat to save Heat from a Revelation this time round, Robert got back to his feet, striking with a stomp to Gabriel, he lifted Gospel back to his feet, pushing towards him, he irish whipped Gabriel across the ring, on return Heat slammed Gospel to the mat with a clothesline.

One!
...Two!

And at the two count, again, Gospel showed his sign of life as he began to crawl away to the corner once more, quickly reprimanded by Heat, as Robert began driving those knees into the head of Gospel again, Gabriel was quick to cover up, but that wouldn’t stop Robert from the punishing knee strikes. One after another, after another, after another, Heat dragged Gospel up by the hair to his feet, dragging him to the centre of the ring, Heat hooked Gabriel’s arm around his neck, looking for a back suplex, but as he went to lift, Gabriel fought back with right hands to the head of Heat, making him release the hold, a gut kick to Robert, causing him to cringe forward as Gabriel struck with a big boot to the head, making Robert drop to the mat. With him down, Gabirle walked over to the ropes, stepping through to the apron before dropping to the mat, as Gabriel looked for something a little more blunt to put Heat down with, draping the apron up over the ring cover, Gabriel dragged a trashcan out from under the ring.

Joey Styles
Gabriel, looking to get a little old school here.

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
Who puts those things under there...like they're necessary to a normal match or something you know...”Hey Bob, it looks like I hurt you with that last suplex, you want to sit on a chair and cool off? Oh what’s that, you lost a tooth? Well there’s a bin under here too” ...you know what I mean?

The opportunity to use the trashcan was declined by Heat however, who after getting back to his feet ran across the ring to nail a baseball slide into the chest of Gabriel, who dropped the trashcan to the side as he fell to the padded mat. Robert slowly exited the ring, followed swiftly by the ref, as the Heat and Gospel took a breather on the outside for a moment, Gabriel pushing off one knee to get to his feet; he came from behind at Robert with a right hand to the back of the head. Robert staggered a little, before turning and delivering a punch of his own at Gabriel, but Gospel wasn’t about to start trading fists, with a gut kick to the stomach of Robert, Gabriel whipped Heat into the corner of the audience barricade. Gabriel took a step back, lining things up before he charged at Robert, but before Gabriel could hit, Heat ducked down to wrench Gospel up overhead with a back body drop into the audience. The crowd cheered as Gospel cried in pain from meeting the cold hard floor in the seating area. As he lifted himself back up to his feet, Robert heading over the barricade to, chasing Gospel out into the audience, there was a slight delay for the camera to catch up, but when he did, he caught sight of a trading of fists between Gabriel Gospel and Robert Heat, the crowd circling only inches away as they cheered them on. Heat ended up getting the advantage, jabbing quicker with left and rights than Gabriel; he grabbed Gospel by the head, running him back to the barricade to literally throw him over it. Heat climbed over after, with Gabriel picking himself back up, Gospel rolled back into the ring, shortly followed by Robert who slid in.

Back in the ring, Robert awaited on Gospel to stand as he nailed a right hand to send Gabriel stumbling over to the ropes, turning around to Heat, Robert swiped Gabriel’s legs from under him, Gospel landing on his back, but those weren’t the worst of his troubles, the worst would be that Robert locked Gospel up for a sharpshooter, turning The Messiah over into the submission hold, and there was nothing Gospel could do but flail his arms in pain. For a moment, Gospel was tapping out to the hold, only to look to the ref for disapproval, Gabriel squeezed at his hair tightly, before pushing his torso, up, as he crawled to the ropes, latching a hand around the first, Gospel reached up to the second, gripping it tightly with both before pulling himself towards them, literally pulling himself out of the hold, as Heat had no choice but to eventually release, getting back to his feet, his eyes locked on Gabriel, who tried getting back to his feet using the ropes, Robert with a club to the back, would latch his arms around Gospel’s waist, before pulling back with a huge german suplex. Gabriel landing at the opposite set of ropes rolled and fell to the mat on the outside. AS the two looked to have the wind taken out of them, before desperately craving for air in their lungs.

One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!

By this time, Robert had pushed himself back up to his feet, looking down to Gospel on the outside, as the ref climbed outside the ring, focusing mainly on Gospel for the count out now.

...Five!
...Six!
...Seven!

By that time, Gospel had got one foot securely planted on the ground, as the ref called off the count, Robert stood by the ropes as Gabriel began to pull himself up onto the apron, Heat then sprang off one foot, darting across the ring, hitting the set of ropes opposite, Heat lunged back with a forearm smash to knock Gospel straight back down to the mat.

One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!
...Five!
...Six!
...Seven!
...Eight!

Finally, finally Gospel had gotten up, in the nick of time too, Heat exhaled slightly in all he could possibly sigh without running out of breath. Once again Robert ran to the ropes, running back, Gospel was much further away this time, pumnping the crowd up that instead there will be a suicide dive, as Robert pushed off his feet through the middle of the second and top rope, gliding over. But in those mere moments, Gospel revealed why there was an extra few seconds on that count, as both his arms swung the trashcan lid in full force at the head of Heat. The crowd popped from the counter as Gabriel fell to his knees after putting down Robert, the screen minimizing to show a replay of the vicious shot by Gabriel Gospel.

One!
...Two!
...Three!

Joey Styles
OH MY GOD! Gabriel Gospel! Stopping Robert Heat dead in his tracks with that shot from the trashcan lid as Heat pumped full steam ahead with that suicide dive!

...Four!

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
And finally, some of that sly & cunningness from Gabriel is starting to show. You can’t turn your back for two seconds, not two.

...Five!
...Six!
...Seven!

Finally Heat got to his knees, as Gospel placed the full trash can into the ring, looking back to find Robert getting up, he scraped the trashcan lid off the steel steps, planting it firmly into Heat’s spine. As Gabriel stumbled back, resting on the apron as the ref was by Heat’s side, counting once more.

One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!

Robert Heat onto his knees, and Gospel rushed in with a hard right hand, he pulled Robert up to his feet before rolling him into the ring, sliding in himself after. Gospel rolled the trashcan into position for his strategy, as he dragged Heat up to his feet, pulling him over to the corner, front face lock by Gabriel, before lifting Heat up and placing him on the top of the turnbuckle. Gabriel looked to Heat, before sledging in a right hand to Robert’s jaw, making Heat cringe ove,r almost fall off the turnbuckle if Gospel didn’t hold him, another high concussion right hand into the side of the head of Robert, keeping Heat at bay, as Gospel ascended to the second rope. But Robert was fighting back with elbows, forearms and right hands, trying to fight off Gabriel. But Gospel quickly planted a sharp and staggering head butt into the face of Heat. A tight front face lock applied by Gabriel, as he stepped with one foot, then the second to the top rope, lifting Robert, Gospel swung Heat overhead with a superplex! Straight onto the trashcan, as it immediately concaved to the weight of Heat. The two were laid out on the mat, as the crowd emerged into a ‘Holy Shit’ chant, as the ref kneeled between them, glancing back and forth between the two wrestlers.

One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!
...Five!
...Six!

Gabriel had managed to pull himself up with the ropes by this time, as he instructed the ref to keep counting on Heat. Which the ref did...

...Seven!
...Eight!

At this point Robert pushed himself up, stumbling and almost looking like he was going to fall back over, but he remained strong to keep his balance, all of which was a waste of time anyway, as spotting this, Gabriel ran with a high knee lift into the face of Robert, knocking him to the ground, in a fit of rage, Gospel picked up the trashcan lid, his arm acting like a windmill with repeated swinging blows into the spine of Robert Heat. After about 5 hits, Gospel discarded the bent and misshaped lid to the ground outside. Gospel walked around the ring, skidding the trashcan out of the ring with a slide of his foot. Gabriel stepped onto the apron before dropping to the floor, looking around, he once again threw the apron up over the ring, finding a set of ladders, he dragged them out as the crowd couldn’t help but produce another cheer. As he slid the ladder into the ring...

Matt Striker
Hey! Aren’t they for Marcus and Christophers Daniels match later on?

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
You wanna go tell Gospel that?

Matt Striker
...no.

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
Then shut up, Matt!

Gabriel clambered back through the ropes into the ring, as he headed straight for the ladders, spreading the legs...wink wink...and placing the ladder in the corner, smacking down the arms of the ladder to keep it in place, he then headed for Robert. Lifting Heat up to his feet, but as he did, Robert sunk in a chop to the chest of Gospel, then a second, some life in Robert yet, a third chop! But Gabriel lunged towards Heat after the third ploughing right hand after right hand into the head of Robert. He dragged heat along the ring, before picking him up with another scoop slam. Gabriel headed towards the ladder, beginning to climb the rungs one by one, but the match had certainly fatigued Gospel, as each rung climbed felt like a mountain. About three quarters of the way up, he was caught by the pants by Robert Heat, who climbed up as far as he could, Heat manoeuvred his head through Gabriel’s legs, hooking him at the hips, Gabriel’s face was one of shock as Heat pulled Gabriel off the ladder with a jack knife powerbomb! Driving Gospel off the near damn top of the ladder with that jack knife powerbomb. Both men were once again grounded for the count from the ref.

One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!

Joey Styles
These men have literally beaten each other to hell and back. What more could they put each through to win this match?

...Five!
...Six!
...Seven!
...Eight!

With Robert up first, and Gabriel quickly following, Heat hooked Gabriel from behind nd hit another german suplex, putting The Messiah back on the mat. As heat struggled back up to his feet, his equilibrium must be shot after those blows to the head. As he watched the ref count Gospel out once more

One!
...Two!
...Three!

And then, Robert looked to his right, spotting the ladder, as he marked up the distance between the ladder and Gospel, Heat immediately headed over, climbing the rungs as quick as possible.

...Four!

Robert had climbed his way to the top, attempting to keep balance as he stood on top of the ladder, Heat leaped for an elbow drop, but Gospel moves! A shocking thud onto the mat from the crashing and burning Robert Heat, a groan of both disappointment and sympathy for the pain that must’ve ensued, as Robert rolled about in sheer agony, like he was being tortured. The ref began his count

One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!
...Five!

Gabriel had managed to pull himself up, as he headed to the corner, tryin got keep his focus on Heat, as Robert had gotten to his feet too, now groggy over the top rope, but he regained some standing, as he pushed off the ropes, turning to Gospel, who ran at him once more for the Revelation. But in a feat of strength, Heat closed some distance between him and Gabriel too, moving low, he used both arms to push Gabriel up high, almost sending him into orbit as on return Heat nailed the Towering Inferno. To a standing ovation from the crowd, as Heat fell to the ground shortly after Gospel, taking it out of Robert it seemed, the ref rushed in to the men’s sides. Looking between both of them, he had no choice but to count, despite what could be damaged on either men’s bodies.

One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!
...Five!
...Six!

Heat was up to his feet by the six count as he limped across to the ropes, he looked on as the ref spun his body towards the Messiah.

...Seven!
...Eight!
...Nine!

It was unbelievable, out of what only could be striving determination; Gospel had gotten to his feet once again, much to the dismay of Robert Heat, who brought Gospel in-between his legs for a jack knife powerbomb. But before he could seal the deal, Gabriel’s head lowered from heat’s legs slightly, to quickly swing back up into the nether regions of poor Robert, who cried in awe as he cupped his genitals, Gabriel stood up straight, grabbing the already cringed over Heat and planting a falling face buster. Both men on the ground, this must be tiring for the ref too...

One!
...Two!
...Three!

Matt Striker
I think...I think Heat may be out cold.

...Four!

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
We’ve seen it plenty times before and been w-wiat, are you wearing a pink shirt?

...Five!

Matt Striker
Wh-...yeah...

...Six!

Joey Styles
The question is, how much longer can these guys keep this going?

...Seven!

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
HAHAHAHAHA!

Matt Striker
...what’s so funny?

Mike || The Mouth || Stokes
Your shirt!

Matt Striker
ARGH!

...Eight!

With Gospel up, he awaited the rise of Robert, as Heat did ever so surely, turning around, Gospel pushed off from the ropes to hit the Revelation, finally!

One!
...Two!
...Thr-

The count would be stopped, as Gabriel ripped at Heat to pick him back up to his feet, running to the ropes once more, Gabriel hit a second Revelation, seething through the teeth with anger, Gabriel slid like a snake out of the ring, the apron once more lifted up as Gabriel dragged a chair out from underneath, he slid it into the ring, followed by himself laying it in the centre, he dragged Heat to his feet just one more time, taking a few steps back, Gabriel let out a roar before charging forward, a Revelation to the steel chair!

Joey Styles
Gabriel Gospel just hit the Revelation onto the Steel Chair! And Robert Heat is laid motionless.

One!
...Two!
...Three!
...Four!
...Five!
...Six!
...Seven!
...Eight!
...Nine!
...Ten!

Winner:
Gabriel Gospel

And there you have it Ladies and Gentlemen; Gabriel Gospel comes up trumps here tonight as he defeats Robert Heat in one hell of a match. ‘115’ by Elena Siegman would be heard blasting out from the speakers within the TD Garden. Fans were all up on their feet, showering the arena with an array of boos for ‘The Messiah’. A battle worn Gospel would rise to his feet now after, the referee grabbing his hand to hold his arm up in victory, much to the chagrin of the fans. But Gospel had a clear wide smile spread across his face, delighted with his winning efforts, absorbing the reaction of the fans; it was almost calming knowing how angered they could get. Pushing the referee away from him, Gospel would continue his celebration – stumbling over to the corner turnbuckle. Gripping the top rope, Gospel proceeded to climb the turnbuckle triumphantly; stood tall with his arms spread wide; like some kind of saviour as the fans doused him in hate; oh he was so not liked. Taking his time, Gospel would clamber down from the corner, stepping backwards into the centre of the ring with a look of pure delight. But just as he took that last step into the middle of the ring, the lights went out.

Darkness had come over the TD Garden arena in Boston, Massachusetts. Everyone and everything were covered in a sheet of darkness, not even all the carrots in the world could help you see through it. The crowd’s array of boos had turned to cheers; they didn’t quite know what was going, but expected it to be good. Good always comes from a rolling blackout in Wrestling. The titantron would suddenly come to life, sort of. Instead of being pure black, it resembled a dark grey colour. Now, in a white serif font; the following quotes would appear on the Titantron; each read out in an epic movie hype type of voice before fading into the next quote. Those quotes are as follows;

“When the news broke in October 2012, people were outraged”

“a new low” - Justice League of America

“a plunge into depravity” – Daredevil

“a sad commentary on our degenerating culture” – Glenn Matthews

“a disgusting, repulsive, grotesque spectacle” – Sarah Cortez

“Unfortunately, with MCW gone. The only alternative to World Wrestling Entertainment and Total Non-stop Action… was AKW”

“So many people went along with WWE and TNA, biding their time to an actual better alternative came along, something other than that crappy AKW…”

“That alternative… the Federal Wrestling Association”

“But FWA with all the good things you could say about it, lacked one thing…”

“FWA lacked… a jackass”

“No… wait”

“FWA lacked… a misfit”

The video would now fade in onto a scene; the place was a hallway; white in colour, spotless with how clean it was. As the camera slowly panned down the wall; we see a visual of a ‘Dragon Gate’ poster on the wall, and in front of it, the wrestler CIMA. He had a wide smile on his face as the camera zoomed out a little more to show that he was sat atop a crate. Beside him, to either side stood numerous Dragon Gate wrestlers, like; Naruki Doi, Masato Yoshino, Dragon Kid, Tozawa, BxB Hulk and others. It would be CIMA who would talk, microphone in hand; he spoke into it.

“?????????????Addair????????????”

“Hi, I’m Jayson Addair. Welcome to Health Crisis”

The camera would then pan out a little more, this time showing much more of the scene. As stood in front of the assortment of wrestlers; was Jayson Addair. With him being on screen, the confusion was quickly swept away in place of cheers. As the Health Crisis crowd roared with excitement - It had been a good 6-7 months since they last saw Jayson Addair, hence the very loud reception received. Back to the scene at hand, and Jayson would be stood there dressed in his ring gear; aquatic blue in colour, sporting also a sleeveless ‘#teammarus’ shirt and wearing a blindfold. He couldn’t see a thing. Jayson was leaning over slightly, hands on his thighs as he seemed to be bracing himself for something. Alas, he would speak; his first words of the scene.

“Right, let’s do this… Shingo? …Shingo…”

At that moment, BxB Hulk would run out from the assortment of wrestlers, taking a small run up before striking Jayson with a kick to the genitals; out of nowhere. A roaring sound of laughter from the group of wrestlers as Jayson stumbled back a bit, his face showing the pain that had been caused by the kick. Then, out of nowhere, Shingo Takagi ran on screen to deliver a big boot to the jaw of Jayson, sending him staggering back even further before being dropped with one hell of a decapitating lariat from Shingo. That lariat turned Jayson inside out like a pretzel, leaving him in a heap on the floor as now all of the Dragon Gate wrestlers surrounded, laughing their asses off at him. The camera would zoom into Jayson’s face, as he uttered some final words through the pain being felt.

“Balls…”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvQhdArXlTk

Jayson said before continuing to roll around the floor in pain as his Asian co-workers celebrated the fact Jayson got kicked in the balls. The video soon faded out however, with that tune once again playing before the lights in the TD Garden would turn back on. In doing so, the lights revealed ‘The Misfit’ Jayson Addair to be stood behind Gabriel Gospel whom had been staring at the video with… confusion? Disgust? Thoughts of Cretinism having reached Japan? The crowd certainly came alive once more at the sight of Jayson stood there behind Gospel, dressed in his ring gear. Seemingly ready to go. The crowd reaction had to have some effect on Gospel, teasing him to find out what was going on. Slowly but surely, the ‘Messiah’ of FWA would make his way to turn around. Turned round, his eyes immediately focused on the ‘Misfit’, whom had been somewhat of a thorn in his side during his tenure in Motor City Wrestling. A look of pure hatred from Gospel, shouting a few words at Jayson; certainly the word ‘Cretin’ thrown in there, it grabbed a response from Addair. Who went on to strike Gospel with a high roundhouse kick to the face.

Gospel had little to no time to block the lightning quick strike of Addair, and therefore fell to the ground. Gospel was laid out, eyes shut; knocked out – the match itself nearly did that, Jayson just finished things. As soon as the kick connected the crowd were back up on their feet with cheers, making the entrance theme of Jayson; ‘I'm Your Opposite Number’ by Strike Anywhere difficult to hear despite being blasted out the speaker system in the TD Garden. Jayson would walk over to a turnbuckle and leap to the middle rope to soak in the crowds response. We would get one last look at the knocked out ‘Messiah’ before Health Crisis went to a promo package for the next match up.?

MATCH #6
Ladder Match - Loser Leaves FWA
Christopher Daniels vs. Marcus

At last… Arguably, the most anticipated match in FWA by far. Two bitter rivals, who will be fighting not only to win, but also, to end the other’s career, as the loser of this highly-anticipated bout must leave the promotion.

A couple of ladders were set up on either side of the ramp leading to the ring, and also several could be found under the ring. As Marcus impatiently awaited the arrival of Christopher Daniels in the center of the ring, The Fallen Angel’s entrance theme would blaze from the PA System and the crowd would react with a strong showing of negativity towards the man who will actually be wrestling his first-ever match in FWA. Finally, Daniels emerges from the curtains and pauses at the stage to have a look at the determined Marcus, followed by a scan of the crowd. With slow and steady steps, Daniels makes his way down the ramp, smirking at the sight of the two ladders on either side, as he finally climbed was a few short steps from the ring; but Marcus, understandably impatient for this one, rolled out of the ring in an instant and we have a brawl already, as the theme is cut abruptly and Marcus and Daniels are slugging it out of the ring, even before the match has started!

Marcus and Daniels would be unleashing lefts and rights and kicks and blows on each other and the crowd is loving it! This continues for a few moments, before Marcus rolls Daniels into the ring and follows pursuit to get this officially started. The ref rings the bell and Daniels retreats to the ropes, Marcus charging him right on track and Clotheslining him out of the ring , the momentum sending him along. The fans show their excitement and Marcus merely reacts with a nod of the head, as he isn’t bothered about taunting and focusing on the fans tonight. Daniels crawls towards the barricade and Marcus follows; however it proved to be a trap as, finally, the first major offense of the match, Daniels is able to drop toe hold Marcus face first into the barricade. The crowd expresses their hostility but Daniels isn’t bothered about that tonight. Right now, his only aim is sending Marcus packing out of FWA for good, and hence, he expresses his pleasure at the scream Marcus made from the attack, trash talking him, before raising him by the neck, and again slamming him neck first against the barricade, the process also damaging his upper back to an extent. A few moments later, Daniels pulls Marcus back and makes him lean against the barricade, slapping The Boltonian a few times, before pulling him towards himself and Irish Whipping him towards the corner barricade, protecting the ring announcer area. However, Marcus is somehow able to reverse the throw and sends Daniels running into the barricade instead, evening the odds by causing nearly the same damage to him. Marcus is able to pull himself to his feet and as soon as he does so, charges towards Daniels, Clotheslining him over the barricade and into the ring announcer area; the early moments of this match automatically expressing why this match is more personal than any other.

With Daniels down, Marcus is able to take a breather, as he gets himself up from his knees and looks around the arena, the fans cheering him to bring ladders in the match, and Marcus complies, lifting the ring covering and puling out a ladder, setting it up horizontally against the announce table and the ring apron towards the table. As Daniels struggles to his feet, Marcus further adjusts the placement of the ladder, making sure it’s correctly set up. At last, Daniels gets to his feet (still within the ring announcer area), and Marcus pulls him back, lifting him up for a Suplex and taking a few steps back so as to near his distance from the ladder and thus, enabling himself to Suplex Daniels on top of it. Marcus is able to cover a satisfactory distance but Daniels is able to realize the oncoming offense, that can hurt him big time; and hence, he is able to direct his knees onto the forehead of Marcus; Marcus still holding on, but Daniels not giving in either. Finally, Daniels is able to slip out of grasp with repeated shots and land on the other side of the ladder as Marcus, a dazed Marcus, turns around, and Daniels lifts him up for a Suplex this time, but drops him forward on the ladder, chest-first, instead, with a Gourdbuster, leaving Marcus ‘hangin’ dry’ on the ladder, as the crowd express worry and pain for Marcus! Daniels drops to one knee next and searches under the ring, from where he pulls out another ladder of almost the same size, and with Marcus still ‘hanging’ on the ladder in a hurt state, brings that ladder hard on the back of Marcus, and again, and again… the repeated impacts causing Marcus to collapse to the ground as Daniels tosses the ladder into the ring from under the bottom rope and follows pursuit, slowly, showing the effects already.

Daniels takes a breather and sets up the ladder in the center of the ring, adjusting it here and there so that it is perfectly in the middle. Once he’s convinced, he makes his climb towards the top, slowly and cautiously; however, just as he’s midway in, he notices Marcus rolling back into the ring, but climbs another step regardless, before Marcus quickly springs to his feet and grasps the left foot of Daniels, who boots him away, and climbs another step before Marcus returns the favor from the boot and dropkicks Daniels on the side of the leg, disturbing his balance and causing him to fall hard on the mat from the ladder. Marcus unsets the ladder and Daniels partially skips to the corner, favoring the leg now. Marcus notices this and charges at Daniels holding the ladder, bringing and pressing the weapon of choice tonight hard against the body of Daniels, who gives a screech, much to the delight of the crowd and Marcus, especially the latter. Leaning the ladder against the body of his opposition in the corner, Marcus heads to the opposite corner and rushes towards the ladder/Daniels combo like a bullet, falling back and connecting with a dropkick against the lower part of the ladder, which, in turn, bounces against the calves of Daniels, hurting his legs further. Marcus pulls the ladder back and lets it fall on the mat, as Daniels is dazed in the corner, obviously much hurt. Marcus clutches Daniels in a headlock and is looking for a DDT on the ladder, aiming to bring Daniels down face first on the ladder, which can prove to be a crucial point in deciding about the result of this match. The crowd cheers Marcus on and Marcus falls back!... But Daniels had held on to the ropes! And so, the only person who got the bad and worse of that attempt was Marcus and his back, who was now kicking and screaming in pain, his conscience leading him to settle chest first, with the upper part of his body on the ladder. Daniels, in as much pain as he was, notices this and turns back, leaping towards and on the top rope and coming back down on Marcus with a Springboard Leg Drop, causing Marcus’ head to collide against the ladder and obviously, causing impact to his face as well. Marcus rolls out of the ring from that impact and Daniels falls to his back to recover from the damage he himself took a few short minutes ago.

A few moments later, Marcus is still knocked on the floor, while Daniels could be seen stirring to his feet, as he finally does so, picking up the ladder he used as a weapon a couple of minutes ago and setting it up in the center of the ring, beginning his climb; however, he would hop back to the mat suddenly as he now noticed Marcus slowly approaching with a ladder, one which was set up on the side of the ramp. As Marcus covered satisfactory distance, Daniels ran towards the set of ropes behind him and flew through the middle rope, knocking Marcus, himself, as well as the ladder down with a Suicide Dive, with the crowd going crazy for the spot! Daniels gets to his feet pretty soon and picks up the ladder, leaning it against the apron. Next, he approached the legs of a fallen Marcus, pulling them towards himself and then catapulting Marcus towards the ladder; however, Marcus is able to hold on to the sides of ladder upon being sent on the steel, and is able to prevent his entire body from experiencing serious pain. Daniels, however, thinks that Marcus collided against the ladder and is still turned away from it, priding himself in his efforts. In the meantime, Marcus is able to shift his weight comfortably, and as soon as Daniels turns around, Marcus leaps upon him with a Double Axe Handle, the impact Daniels’ skull took rendering him to the ground in an instant, while Marcus is able to wear himself to his feet, pumping the crowd up, before finally rolling into the ring and towards the ladder to try his luck.

However, perhaps fueled with anger, Marcus rolls back out of the ring and notices Daniels slowly stirring to his feet, Marcus maintaining his distance this entire while staring at Daniels’ movement intensely. Daniels to his feet and turns around, Marcus wasting no time in making his move and dropping Daniels back down with an impactful Scoop Slam, the move being hit on the ground doubling the damage Daniels’ back took from the move, as could be reflected in his scream, and Marcus soaking in the pleasure of hearing that. With there being four ladders overall all around the sight, Marcus is not content with even that and pulls another from under the ring; however dropping it to the ground, and heading to the ramp next, bringing the other ladder set up on the other side of it upon return, and setting it up some distance away from the steel steps, towards the center of the in-ring area. Then, he pulls the ladder leaning against the apron and sets it up to the side of that ladder, some distance away. Thereon, he picks up the ladder he pulled from under the ring and ledges it against the two set ladders, drawing a strong reaction from the crowd who perhaps got a hint of things to come. At that moment, Daniels had managed to get to his feet and Marcus pulled him behind, turning him around and bringing him in a powerbomb position, lifting him up and looking to Marcus Bomb him through the ledged ladder, but Daniels is able to avoid the contact which would have most definitely ended his role in this match. Daniels escapes to the ring in a hurry and a frustrated Marcus follows pursuit. Daniels had gotten up by then, however, and as Marcus rolls to his feet in the ring, Daniels immediately reacts with a Shining Wizard, dazing Marcus and clutching him by the neck following that, tossing him head first against the rungs of the ladder set up in the center of the ring, the impact sending the ladder colliding towards the corner. With Marcus down for good, Daniels contemplates climbing the ladder but notices that the ladder had fallen back to the corner, leading to him kick the mat in frustration, as he approaches the corner now to pull the ladder back in the center; however, he changes his thoughts midway and leans the ladder against the corner turnbuckle, now tackling Marcus to the vertically opposite corner and punching him a few times, following the sequence by Irish Whipping him towards the ladder, but Marcus returns the favor and sends Daniels charging instead, who uses this momentum to run up against the rungs of the ladder and return with a Moonsault Press, landing on top of Marcus and again getting in the driver’s seat.

Daniels retreats to the corner to catch a breather while Marcus continues to lie in a hurt state. Marcus shows some movement, and Daniels, probably out of ideas for the time being, lifts the ring covering from inside of the ring, bending forward to pull out a weapon of sorts, and managed to get a steel chair, much to his pleasure. Pulling the chair completely out, Daniels turns around to the sight of Marcus who was facing away, been gotten to his feet, and swung the chair with full force as Marcus turned, who saw the oncoming collision and managed to duck at the last second, Daniels hitting nothing but air, his own momentum betraying him, and Marcus reacting with a Gut Kick, causing Daniels to bend and thus, dropping the chair to the mat. From there, Marcus got Daniels in the headlock and brought Daniels down face-first on the chair with an Impaler DDT, the impact of Daniels’ face colliding against the steel heard by several fans in the arena. Marcus fell back on the mat from delivering the move, and Daniels was clearly knocked from the high-impactful move.

Marcus rolled towards the ropes in due time, holding them to guide himself through his feet as he now climbed the turnbuckle, and sat up there, waiting for Daniels to get to his feet next. Daniels took some time, but eventually got there, and Marcus leaped upon him, wrapping his legs around the neck of The Fallen Angel, before bending backwards and applying momentum to send Daniels flying across the ladder set up towards the corner with a Diving Hurricanrana, inside-out, the crowd in awe of the impact which was heard throughout the arena, and Marcus taking some time to get back up. With Daniels obviously still down from the move, Marcus approached the ladder and pulled it out of its destination, now ledging it against the middle turnbuckle and clutching Daniels by the legs, looking to catapult him face first on the rungs of the ladder, but Daniels got the wherewithal to boot Marcus away, preventing him from hitting the move. Marcus was pushed back and Daniels was quick to get to his feet, Marcus coming charging at him immediately, but Daniels blocking any attempt, wrapping his right arm around the neck, bending forward and completing the sequence by bringing the face of Marcus back hard on the rungs of the ledged ladder, completing a Reverse STO. Daniels initially fell to the mat as a result of the delivery of the move, and was able to get to his feet in an instant. With Marcus’ head still lying on top of the ledged ladder, Daniels made his way to the center of the ring, a wicked look on his face throughout, as he bended down to pick up the chair lying in the center, the same chair his own head had come crashing down on, courtesy of Marcus nailing the Impaler DDT a few minutes ago. Daniels swiftly approached the dazed Marcus with the chair, coming right close to him, before raising the chair high up in the air and smashing it on the head of Marcus, whose face, in turn, collided further with the ladder, a con-chair-to of sorts, a knockout most definitely. But he wasn’t done yet, for he again smashed Marcus’ head with the chair, and once again, in a calm and collected manner, before pulling him back by the hair and slamming him upon the mat. Next, he un-ledged the ladder and dropped it down on the mat, opening the sides and rolling Marcus forward, face up, so that the head and face of Marcus were just between the opened sides of the ladder. Staring at the sight intensely, Daniels slowly made his exit from the ring, standing on the apron, and leaping over the top rope, and coming down with an Arabian Press, causing the upper side of the ladder to shut against the face of Marcus, who, at that time, rolled away in probably the most pain he’s ever been in. Marcus catered to his extremely hurt face lying in the corner, slapping and kicking the mat in desperation; but just as he rolled and settled to the side, the camera was able to get a close-up of his face, which was now busted wide open as a result of that devastating experience with the ladder a few seconds ago.

Daniels pulled the ladder back and stood it up on the mat, adjusting it to a perfect vertical base as he attempted his climb, which was slow and steady as a result of the damage he himself had absorbed over the course of this match. As a result, Daniels was also slipping at intervals. By then, Marcus had gotten himself to his feet and was climbing on the other side of the ladder, still a little behind Daniels who was nearing the top. Daniels continued his climb regardless, getting up two more steps before Marcus raised his right fist into the abdomen of Daniels, dazing him up a bit. Meanwhile, Marcus continued his slow climb, coupling it up with repeated blows to the abdomen part of Daniels, who now reacted with a swift jab to the busted face of Marcus, causing the blood to further cover the face of The Boltonian. However, one swift blow from Marcus and Daniels’ balance was disturbed, which caused him to fall off the ladder but land on his feet, as Marcus climbed another step and tried to reach for the contract hanging above. Daniels realized this and rushed towards the set of ropes in front, springboarding towards the side Marcus was on and landing on the same side of the ladder upon rebound, just above Marcus. Marcus raised his fist and clubbed the back of Daniels, causing The Fallen Anger to react by turning himself around and poking the eye of Marcus, which slowed the pace, and Daniels pulled Marcus further up from there into a powerbomb position, causing the crowd to react heavily, as Daniels was looking to end it for Marcus. Daniels freed his arms from the ladder and was able to balance his weight, before using the arms to partially lift Marcus into a Piledriver! The fans holding their breath as Daniels leaped from the ladder and upon the mat with the move, probably breaking Marcus’ neck with that sick Piledriver from halfway up the ladder!

That devastating move took a lot out of Daniels as well, who now retreated to the apron, as Marcus continued to lie unconscious on the mat. Daniels got himself to a vertical base on the apron eventually, before pulling the weight of Marcus towards himself, making it exit from just between the middle and bottom rope. At that point, Daniels’ glance fell towards the ladder which was ledged against the apron and the announce table right towards the beginning of the match, and the sick intentions began from there! Daniels pulled the dead weight of Marcus to a vertical base, clutching him by the jaw before lifting him up for a Suplex, taking a few steps back, looking to actually Suplex Marcus from the apron THROUGH the ledged ladder! But Marcus was able to mandatorily react in due time, directing his knees to the skull of Daniels, softening up the grip and managing to eventually free himself, as Daniels fell to a knee. Marcus suddenly raised Daniels high on his shoulder, looking to now Marcus Bomb Daniels through the ladder, but Daniels guided his nails on the wound on Marcus’ face, causing the blood to flow in extreme quantity now, as Marcus now fell to a knee on the apron. Daniels exhaled a sigh of relief and quickly dropped to the ground, un-ledging the ladder out of harm’s way and leaning it up against the announce table instead for some reason, turning around, walking towards the apron and lifting Marcus for a powerbomb, perhaps looking to Marcus Bomb Marcus himself through the leaned ladder now?! That’s pointless now, for Marcus was quick to react with repeated kicks to the skull before Daniels could properly lift him up, sending Daniels stumbling a few steps back, and Marcus getting a small breather, before leaping upon Daniels with a Flying Clothesline from the apron, sending the crowd into a wave of thrill, as both men continued to lie motionless on the ground!

Daniels more than Marcus, however, as Marcus slowly got to his feet using the ring apron and rolled back into the ring, where he clutched the rungs of the ladder to pull himself and begin his climb, looking to win this match with Daniels not in the picture! Or so I thought, as Daniels had partially climbed the apron now, showing the effects of the move he took a few minutes ago. Marcus realized this and dropped on the mat, running behind and rebounding from the ropes into Daniels, spearing him along through the middle rope, the momentum sending Daniels through the leaned ladder against the table, breaking it in half, and Marcus’ own head colliding hard against the bottom part of the announce table, both men taken out of this match momentarily!

A few replays of the action was shown a few times, each with a different angle and slow motion, which actually showed Daniels going through the leaned ladder, but Marcus’ head colliding against the table extremely hard as a result of the momentum, perhaps Marcus getting the worse of his own thought-out move. It appeared so, as while the crowd were applauding the action in full force, Daniels showed some movement, while Marcus continued to remain motionless on the ground, blood dripping out from the crimson mass his face had become. Don’t ask how, but Daniels somehow, someway, perhaps the will to end Marcus’ career, perhaps the will to simply get bragging rights, or the will to win… he was able to roll into the ring, as slow in his approach as he has ever been. Daniels began him climb now, his chances to succeed more than ever in this match, and making his way through each step, slowly and steadily. It looked like victory was inevitable for Christopher Daniels, as he climbed another rung, before BAM! A chair came flying across the ring and hit him on his back! It was Marcus again, who had got hold of a chair from the ring announcer area and tossed it from outside towards the back of Daniels, stopping Daniels’ victory plans, at least for the time being! Marcus rolled back into the ring, pulling Daniels from the ladder and tackled him towards the upper left corner, unleashing a series of fists upon the his vicious opponent, the crowd getting tired of counting it halfway, as Marcus didn’t look like he was gonna stop! He was gone berserk, pounding Daniels’ face completely with his fists in the corner, causing Daniels to fall into a seated position in the corner, but Marcus continuing with his onslaught, before finally psyching him up and pumping the energy back into the crowd, who had lost hopes.

Marcus picked up the chair and ran towards the dazed and seated Daniels in the corner, performing a Chair Dropkick upon Christopher’s face with perfect accuracy and timing, now busting Daniels himself open. Marcus climbed the same turnbuckle and pulled Daniels up using the head; however, Daniels had gotten hold of the chair which had settled just beneath his body and swung it on the face of Marcus, releasing the grip and swinging it once again, back on his feet. With Marcus knocked out of his senses, Daniels ran towards the bottom-side ropes and returned with an Exploder Suplex to the outside of the ring, taking them both out on their backs. Daniels, realizing the significance of acting fast, pulled the steps from out of its place and dropped them down near the face of Marcus, pulling his opponent up in an Underhook, however, Marcus countering with a Back Body Drop; Daniels luckily landing on his feet and turning around and catching Marcus off-guard with another Underhook, this time lifting him up and dropping Marcus down face first on the steps with The Angel’s Wings, the impact most definitely heard throughout the arena and a sick smirk making its way on the face of Daniels. Daniels rolled back into the ring, ready to win this match; however, something catching his eye as he rolled back out. It was the ladder which was ledged between another two ladders. Daniels’ jaw dropped wide open, as he suddenly turned his attention towards Marcus and pulled the unconscious wrestler up, managing to put his dead weight on the ledged ladder as Daniels made his way to the ring, pulling the ladder set up in the center back a little, so that it was just near the ropes; the crowd speechless, anticipating most definitely a big move on the part of Daniels. And it certainly way!

Daniels exited the ring back, standing on the apron, before passing a wicked glance towards Marcus, who was still lying unconscious on the ladder. Next, Daniels leaped on the top rope, before leaping on the a rung of the ladder halfway, and coming back at least a fifteen feet down on Marcus with the BME! The ladder breaking in half! Marcus’ body breaking in half! Daniels taking out himself! The crowd in absolute awe. The whole arena was in absolute awe of the sight they just witnessed, as Daniels nailed Marcus with the BME through a ladder OFF fifteen foot from the ladder! Both men were taken out, clearly, and now, it has come down to who wants it more! The answer, funnily, might be both, but it certainly didn’t seem like for few moments, as both men showed literally no movement from their side! Both were lying there like dead bodies – Daniels, face down; Marcus, face up. Finally, there was some improvement as Daniels opened his eyes, glancing in front to a still-knocked out Marcus. Daniels realized the significance of this opportunity once again as he willed himself to his feet. Slowly, extremely slowly this time, but he was there! As he began his walk toward s the ring, his attempt was blocked. Marcus! Again! Marcus had grasped the leg of Daniels, blocking his from making his way to the ring and winning the match. Daniels tried to free himself but there was clearly no energy left, as he now began to drag his legs, Marcus’ body dragging along. Coming close to the apron, Daniels reached out for the middle rope, leaping with one foot and got there, now using the ropes to climb the apron with one foot, but Marcus’ own body getting almost to a vertical base as a result, since Marcus was holding on to the leg of Daniels. From there, Daniels was able to leap down with a stomp to the hand of Marcus with his free leg, letting loose of the grasp and getting both his legs free, climbing the apron; however, Marcus creating an opportunity for himself and bringing the upper part of the recently broken ladder against the back of Daniels, stopping his attempt at a crucial timing.

Marcus realized his own chance now, somehow springing into the ring, pulling the ladder back and making his climb from the side of the opposite apron, getting there halfway, and in FULL! However! Daniels had springboarded right on the other side of the ladder using the top rope from the apron, and the two were once again exchanging blows now, the ending of this match inevitable at any minute! In the midst of trading blows, a crimson-faced Daniels slapped fellow crimson-faced Marcus, and reached for the contract, getting his hand to it, but Marcus again ruining his chance with a hard body blow, followed by another, as Daniels found the wherewithal to react, bringing Marcus’ face hard against the top of the ladder, dazing him for a bit and again going for the contract, but Marcus lifted him high up in the air up on his shoulder from the top of the ladder! Looking for the Marcus Bomb off the ladder, but Daniels clutched the rope which transcended into the hook, which was holding the contract. Daniels was more than twenty-feet in the air and Marcus was desperately trying to Marcus Bomb him on the mat from that high, but Daniels’ only life support being a rope. Daniels perhaps made a game-changing move, as he risked clutching the rope with his left hand, while lowering his right hand to the contract, trying to unhook it. He had held onto it! And now, he only had to hook it, which he was trying desperately to do, but Marcus saw this! Marcus was able to spot this sneaky move and pulled a tactic from Daniels’ own book, directing his head to the crotch of Daniels from the powerbomb position, Daniels’ conscience provoking him to release any and every grip of his, which allowed Marcus to easily Marcus Bomb Daniels off that high off the ladder! Daniels fell on the mat with a hard thud, absolutely no movement, which the crowd had gone crazy, willing Marcus on for a few more seconds, as Marcus looked around the rena into the heap of marking out fans, and unhooked the contract, the bell ringing immediately and this hellacious match finally ending, the result bringing much delight to the fans all around!

MAIN EVENT
FWA Championship - TLC Match
Handsome Eric vs. Shawn Hunter (©) vs. Jimmy Dice

Ladies and gentlemen, it was now time for the much-anticipated main event match-up; a triple threat Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the FWA Championship! The camera pans around the jam-packed TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts, as the audience awaited for the announcement of the next and final match of the night. FWA's ring announcer, Kate Wilmer, stood inside the middle of the ring; a microphone held underneath her chin, prepared to make the announcements for the next bout.

Kate Wilmer: “The following, is a triple threat Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the FWA Championship! The first participant to grab the title hanging above the ring will be declared the winner, and the FWA Champion!”

With that said, theme song of Handsome Eric, “Warships” by Russel Brower blares over the speakers as the fans in attendance quickly gather to their feet; not to cheer, but to jeer in disapproval of one of the three competitors in tonight's match-up. Soon after the beat of the drums commence in his theme song, Handsome Eric walks out onto stage, without his manager, of course, with his arms spread out, posing at the entrance stage with smug look expressed upon his chiseled visage. Eric would soon saunter his way down the entrance ramp as the yellow lighting effect flickered along with the beat of the drums. Eric would blow a few kisses to the crowd, before walking up the steel steps, through the middle ropes and into the center of the ring. He would then walk over to the nearest corner before hoping onto the middle turnbuckle post and posing the crowd, much like he did a few minutes ago, along with the same negative and disapproving reaction from the crowd.

As Eric's theme song dies down, “Faceless” begins booming throughout the arena, much like Eric's, except the familiar tune would cause the crowd to rupture into loud cheers, approving of the man who had just pushed his way past the black curtain soon after the opening part of the song played – Jimmy Dice! The 'Plaza Punk' reacts to the positive acknowledgment of the crowd with the nod of his head before motioning his hands over his waist as he walks down the entrance ramp with a look of determination in his eyes. As Dice makes his way three-quarters down the entrance ramp, he would slap the hands of a few fans who had their arms over the barricade before sprinting the rest of the way, and sliding underneath the bottom ropes and into the ring. Once inside, Dice would give a Handsome Eric, who stood across the ring, a stern look before hyping-up the crowd as he climbs on the middle turnbuckle post whilst yelling “UNCROWNED!” at the top of his lungs. The crowd's noise level, of course, would turn up a few notches as Dice continued to rile-up the fans for a few more seconds as his theme song eventually faded away.

A few moments would pass before the lights inside the arena turn off, thus leaving the TD Garden in momentary pitch-black darkness before the highly-familiar tune of “Underground” by GOB resonated throughout the entire arena. As the heavy drift of the song commences, a white backlight appears at the entrance stage, in which the silhouette of Shawn Hunter could be seen standing in front of it with his championship belt held in his hand. The lights soon flicker back on as Shawn begins walking down the entrance ramp with heavy boos being heard from the crowd. Shawn surveys the area outside the ring, which had ladders, chairs, and tables alike set-up for destruction. Shawn eventually slides underneath the ropes and into the ring.

Before the ring announcer could begin the introductions, Shawn Hunter would immediately charge towards the corner Jimmy Dice, catching him off guard with a quick punch to the face. Hunter would begin unleashing a flurry, before Jimmy Dice would begin to turn to the tide and unleash of flurry of punches of his own, and a final kick to the gut. As this happens, Handsome Eric would come out of his corner and knock Jimmy Dice down from behind with a clubbing blow to the back of his head. For the time being, Handsome Eric and Jimmy Dice would go at it; exchanging punches with one another in the middle of the ring. Jimmy Dice would gain the advantage, nailing precise punches to Handsome Eric's face before capping it off with a perfectly-placed Dropkick to his face, which causes him to topple off the ring apron after falling through the middle ropes, and finally to the outside of the ring! From behind, Shawn Hunter would explode out of the corner and nail Jimmy Dice in the back of the head with a Clothesline, sending him down to the mat. Jimmy Dice slowly gets up to his feet a few seconds later as the already angry and aggressive Shawn Hunter patiently awaited for him to arise. As Jimmy Dice rests himself on the ropes, Shawn Hunter would sprint forward, looking to send Dice over the top rope with a Clothesline – NO! Jimmy Dice, at the last second, ducks down, and sends Shawn flying over the top rope instead, which causes him to land on top of Handsome Eric, who was just beginning to get up to a vertical base. Following this, Jimmy Dice looks on the outside of the ring as both Hunter and Eric get up to their feet almost simultaneously. Jimmy Dice sprints across the ring, bouncing off the ropes which gave him added momentum and speed, which sent him returning to his original starting-point, and soars through the middle ropes with a Suicide Dive! Instead of taking out both men like he and the fans had expected, Handsome Eric would be the only man to be on the receiving end of Jimmy Dice's high-risk maneuver, whilst Shawn Hunter would have managed to get out of dodge at the last second! As Dice began to get up to one knee, Shawn Hunter would grab Jimmy Dice from behind before sending him chest-first into a ladder that was set-up at the end of the entrance ramp!

Both of the challengers for his championship were down and out on the outside of the ring, which left a perfect opportunity for Shawn Hunter to set-up the ladder inside the middle of the ring and begin climbing. Shawn Hunter grabs the ladder in which he sent Jimmy Dice into, slid it underneath the ropes before going inside. From here, he sets the ladder up in the center of the ring, followed by climbing up the rungs of the ladder. Before Shawn could even get half-way up, Handsome Eric would be the one to prevent Shawn from grabbing the championship belt that was hanging above the ring. Handsome Eric comes inside the ring, unbeknownst to the champion, before placing a tight grip around Shawn's ankle, bringing him down to the mat feet-first. As Eric did so, Shawn would deliver a back elbow to the side of Eric's head. As a result of the blow to the side of the head, Eric stumbles backwards towards the nearest corner as Hunter follows Eric in the same direction to commence his offensive assault on the self-professed “Handsome One”. Shawn delivers forearms to the face, followed by a few kicks to the midsection. After this, Shawn places Eric in a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Before Hunter could make his next move, Jimmy Dice come in from behind; leaping into the air and nailing a Dropkick to the back of Shawn Hunter's head. As Shawn falls forward onto his stomach, Handsome Eric would have perched himself on the top rope, before soaring into the air and taking Jimmy Dice out with a Dropkick of his own, but instead, from the top rope – the sole of both his feet nailing Dice square in the face! Eric would slowly get to his feet whilst surveying the current scene; both Shawn and Dice were down, which meant that he had a good opening to climb up the ladder.

As Eric begins to approach the ladder, Jimmy Dice would grab the ankle and leg Eric, thus preventing him from even touching the ladder. It would seem as if Eric would suddenly become frustrated and angered, for he couldn't pull his ankle away from the tight grasp of Jimmy Dice. The pulling would come to halt, and instead, Eric would simply drop down the mat and begin unleashing a flurry of punches and clubbing blows to Dice's torso. This proved to be a good decision, for Dice's grip was no longer intact. Handsome Eric picks Jimmy up by the head before whipping him into the ropes. Eric would bend down, looking to send Jimmy overhead with a Back Body Drop upon return, but Jimmy Dice would stop himself in the center of the ring, before lifting his foot into the pectoral region of Handsome Eric. Jimmy would take a few steps back, bouncing himself off the ropes to follow up with another maneuver, but Handsome Eric would sprint toward him, sending Dice over the ropes and outside the ring with a Clothesline. Eric would proceed to fold the ladder that was placed inside the middle of the ring, holding it by each side before dropping it over the rope in which Dice fell over. The ladder would connect with Jimmy's flesh, landing directly on Jimmy's back! Eric would then go outside the ring to where Dice lay, picking up the ladder in the same fashion, before lifting it above his head and dropping it directly on Jimmy's back once more. Afterward, Eric would begin to place the ladder back in the ring by sliding it underneath the ropes. As Eric does so, Shawn Hunter would come out of nowhere – running across the ring and kicking the ladder into Eric's face with a Baseball Slide through the bottom ropes! The force of the kick and smack of the ladder into Eric's face would cause him to immediately fall backwards on the outside of the ring near the body of Jimmy Dice!

Shawn Hunter was now outside the ring with the ladder now in his grasp. Instead of bringing it back to the ring, Shawn would place the ladder almost as a bridge; wedging the ladder from the barricade to the edge of the ring apron. After setting up the ladder, Shawn would go over to Handsome Eric, who began to stir following the Baseball Slide Dropkick. Shawn grabs Eric by the head, placing in position for a Suplex. Hunter would struggle to do so, however, because Eric would deliver a few punches into Hunter's midsection, which causes him to release his grasp around his head and neck. As Hunter lets go, Handsome Eric rakes the eyes of the FWA Champion. Eric would follow this up by delivering a Backhand Chop across Hunter's chest, and then another one for good measure. After the few chops across the chest, Hunter quickly answers back by leaping into the air and nailing Eric on the side of the head with an Enzuigiri kick, which sends Eric collapsing to the floor. Almost immediately after the kick to the head, Jimmy Dice would appear. Shawn would receive a kick to the gut from Dice, who had recovered from the vicious attack from the ladder by Eric earlier on in the match. Following the kick to the midsection, Dice would look to lift Hunter up and drop him on his back with a Suplex of his own. Shawn, however, would fight off, much like Eric did to him. Instead of retaliating with a rake to the eyes, Shawn lifts Dice over his right shoulder, lets go, and drops him chest and face-first onto the ring apron from behind!

Jimmy Dice was once again down, and Shawn Hunter was about to take advantage. As Jimmy lay on his back, Shawn would climb onto the ring apron and proceed to walk in the direction of the ladder that was wedged in between the barricade and the ring apron. Hunter would balance his feet on the ladder whilst looking down at one the challengers for his championship belt. Whilst doing so, Handsome Eric would take out Hunter's legs from underneath him, which causes the reigning champion to fall stomach-first onto the metal rungs of the ladder! As Shawn's torso lay across the ladder, Eric would now place position himself on the wedged ladder much like Hunter successfully did a few seconds ago. From here, Handsome Eric begins to pick up the champion, placing him in position and lifting him up into the air for his finishing maneuver, The Vindicator (Brainbuster) directly on top of the ladder! As it looked as if Handsome Eric was going to successfully execute the move, Shawn would drive a knee into Eric's skull, causing Eric to release the grip of the Suplex and drop Shawn. Both men begin to brawl on top of the ladder; trading punches and kicks. As this ensued, Jimmy Dice would join the two men on top of the ladder. From here, Jimmy would grab both men's heads before jumping off the ladder, and driving their faces directly into the ladder simultaneously as he lands feet-first to the floor.

At this point in time, Jimmy Dice has the advantage and the momentum. As Shawn Hunter and Handsome Eric lay outside the ring, momentarily knocked out. Jimmy slides the ladder underneath the ropes and into the ring before going inside the ring himself. Shawn was a bit slow to get to his feet, as well as Handsome Eric as this happened. Shawn would grab the edge of the ladder from underneath the ropes outside the ring. Jimmy would quickly notice this, however, and would grab the ladder on the opposite end, attempting to pull the ladder fully inside the ring. At this point, both Hunter and Dice were playing tug-a-war with one another. Jimmy would eventually let go off the ladder, and instead of continuing the game of tug-a-war, Dice bounces himself off the ropes and delivers a Baseball Slide Dropkick into the ladder, which causes the opposite end of the ladder to drive into Shawn Hunter's chest! The force of the ladder hitting Hunter's sends him flying backwards to the outside of the ring.

Jimmy Dice was now the only man that stood inside the ring, with the ladder set directly in the middle – just moments away from possibly becoming the second FWA Champion. As Dice places a foot on the first rung of the ladder, the crowd would cheer in approval. From outside, however, Handsome Eric slides underneath the ropes and punches Dice in the face before his journey up the ladder could fully begin. The second punch delivered to Dice's face from Handsome Eric would send him to the mat. Following this, Handsome Eric would attempt to re-position the ladder inside the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Shawn Hunter comes in from behind and delivers an forearm shot to the spine, that causes Eric to fall forward, as well as the ladder, which was now leaning against the ring ropes. Hunter picks up Eric and nails him in the face with another forearm shot. Eric answers back with a forearm shot, and then Shawn answers back with another forearm shot; and so on and so forth. This would go on for a few more seconds until Hunter begins to deliver repeated forearm shots in Eric's face, followed by a holding him tightly in a clinch and delivering devastating knee strikes directly into Eric's face; one, two, three, and then final one which sends him down to the mat. When Shawn turns around, however, Jimmy Dice was up and ready to trade punches with Hunter. Jimmy Dice ends up winning the battle of punches...that is, however, until Handsome Eric decides to engage himself in the brawl. But, instead of executing punches, Handsome Eric delivers a few chops across Jimmy Dice's chest, immediately followed by delivering chop across the chest of the champion Shawn Hunter. Both men were now standing groggily, holding their chests in pain. Meanwhile, Handsome Eric runs off the ropes...and upon return, would be on the receiving end of a double team maneuver from both Hunter and Dice – a Hip Toss onto the ladder that was leaned against the ropes behind them! The sound of Eric's spine making contact with the ladder resonates throughout the TD Garden!

As Handsome Eric's back sprawled up on the mat, Shawn Hunter and Jimmy Dice would engage in a momentary stare-down, disregarding Handsome Eric, who was now temporarily eliminated from the fray. Whilst the stare-down between Dice and Hunter ensued, Shawn would attempt a Clothesline in which Dice would duck underneath, and counter by jumping into the air delivering a Calf Kick across Hunter's face. Dice gets up to a vertical base and begins positioning the ladder in the corner. Meanwhile, both of his opponents were slow to get up to their feet; Shawn Hunter using the ropes for aid to get to a vertical base, and Handsome Eric still down as a result of the double Hip Toss. Jimmy Dice would now attempt to whip Hunter across the ring into the corner in which the ladder was set-up in. Shawn, however, uses his agility and athleticism to run up the rungs of the ladder, and flip over the head of the incoming Jimmy Dice! Once Shawn lands on both of his feet, Jimmy Dice would turn around and immediately leap onto Shawn's shoulders, fall backwards, and sends Hunter's body into the ladder with a Hurricanrana! The crowd cheers in approval, praising the amazing sequence that just occurred.

Jimmy Dice had now unfolded a steel chair in the middle of the ring, whilst Handsome Eric, who stood a few feet away, would slowly get up to his feet. Jimmy Dice would pick up Handsome Eric and whip him into the corner, followed by following him from behind and nailing him in the face with a knee strike to the chin. Jimmy Dice would proceed to wrap his arm over the head of Eric, running out of the corner with a Bulldog—but NO! Handsome Eric counters the Bulldog maneuver into his finishing move, Puesta del Sol (Backdrop Driver) across the unfolded chair in the middle of the ring! The back of Jimmy Dice's head makes contact with the edge of the chair, causing it to bend as a result. All three men competing in this match-up were down; scattered around the ring.

Several moments later, Handsome Eric and Shawn Hunter were battling on the top rope; both men trading punches as they stood on the middle ropes. As this continued to happen, out of nowhere, Jimmy Dice runs across the ring, places a foot onto the middle rope before leaping into the air and nailing Shawn Hunter across the face with a Step-Up Enzugiri Kick! As Handsome Eric topples off the ring apron, Shawn Hunter falls of the top rope and falls through a table that was set-up on the outside of the ring! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT” chants would fill the TD Garden in Boston in approval. Several seconds pass, and now Jimmy Dice has the ladder placed directly underneath the championship belt that was hanging above the ring. With each step taken up the rungs of the ladder, the louder the cheers generated from the crowd would become. Half-way up the ladder, however, Handsome Eric enters the ring before pushing the ladder over, causing Dice to fall over the ropes and to the outside of the ring! Gasps were heard from the crowd as Dice fell awkwardly on the outside of the ring.

Meanwhile, Hunter was slowly lifting himself up onto the ring apron from the adjacent side of the ring. Handsome Eric would notice this, and meet Shawn over the ropes. From inside the ring, Handsome Eric places Shawn in position for a Suplex; possibly attempting his finishing move known as The Vindicator (Brainbuster). Shawn, however, would drop down and bring Eric on the outside with him; both men now fighting on the ring apron. Handsome Eric gets in a few punches to Shawn's face, in which Hunter would retaliate by lifting a foot up into the groin of Handsome Eric with a low-blow! Eric yells out in pains as Hunter places Eric's head in between his thighs before hooking both of Eric's arms. From here, Shawn lifts Eric into the air, and drives him down onto the edge of the ring apron with his finishing maneuver; The Last Surrender (Double Underhook Piledriver)!

Moments later, Shawn Hunter was the only man inside the ring, more than half-way up the ladder, reaching for the championship belt that dangled above the ring. Meanwhile, Jimmy Dice would be slowly getting to his feet on the outside. As Shawn Hunter got closer to the top, Jimmy Dice would return to the ring by climbing on the ring apron, springing off the ropes, and delivering a Dropkick to Hunter's back! Shawn would feel the affects of the move, but wouldn't fall off the ladder. Following this, Handsome Eric comes back in from behind, looking to execute another Backdrop Driver onto Jimmy Dice. Fortunately, Jimmy Dice would flip over Handsome Eric's back, landing safely on both of his feet. As Eric turns around in Dice's direction, Handsome Eric damn-near gets his head kicked off of his shoulders with a well-executed Superkick to the face. As Eric falls backwards, he unintentionally collides back-first into the ladder in which Shawn Hunter stood on top of, causing the ladder to tilt to the side. As a result, Shawn Hunter falls over the ropes, similar to how Jimmy Dice earlier in the match, but instead, through a two stacked tables on the outside of the ring!

Jimmy Dice would look on at the crash on the outside with a smile creeping onto his face as he surveyed the area, knowing that this match was easily in his favor now that two of his opponents were down and out, especially the champion Shawn Hunter, who lay outside the ring motionless. Jimmy Dice re-positions the ladder underneath the championship belt in the middle of the ring before climbing up. It wasn't until Dice got half-way up the ladder until Handsome Eric would begin to stir, noticing that Jimmy Dice was just a few seconds away from retrieving the championship belt from above the ring. Eventually, Handsome Eric begin to climb up the ladder; slower than Jimmy Dice, of course, but was steadily making progress. Jimmy Dice was now at the very top of the ladder, attempting to bring the title belt down. The championship, however, would play hard-to-get, for it would begin to swing back and forth above the ring, making it arduous for Jimmy to even lay a finger on the championship's strap. By this time, Handsome Eric's journey to the top of the ladder had ended, and was standing across from Jimmy. 'The Plaza Punk' Jimmy Dice was too busy trying to get a hand on the championship, which allowed Handsome Eric to catch Jimmy off guard with a closed-fist to the forehead. Dice stumbled, almost falling to the ground but kept himself balanced. Eric swung his fist for another blow, this time directed to the face of Dice, but he blocked, headbutting Eric hard, who stumbled down a few steps, and victory was probably guaranteed for Dice at that point, but Eric pulled out the craftiest move of the match at this juncture, grabbing Dice’s legs from between the ladder and pulling them towards himself, Dice coming face first on the rung just below the one he was standing on, his jaw hitting the steel hard, knocking him out cold on the ground, and Eric wasted no time, passing a panicked glance towards Hunter, who was still knocked out outside, and made his climb, with now worries at all. At the very top now, and both of his opponents still down and out, Eric raised his arm and unhooked the title, becoming the new FWA Champion!

Winner and NEW FWA Champion: Handsome Eric

Aftermath: Eric had done it! He had outperformed and outsmarted both Jimmy Dice and the former Champion himself, Shawn Hunter. As soon as the bell rang, an elated Handsome Eric jumped to the ground from halfway up the ladder and fell to his knees, ecstatic of this monumental win. Eric would pose with the title to the boo’ing crowd, climbing each turnbuckle in turn, before eventually rolling out of the ring and moving up the ramp in backwards fashion, raising his title high up in the air throughout, as Hunter, who had gotten partially up, stared at the sight frustratedly from outside of the ring and Jimmy looking at it still fallen in the ring, while Eric made his exit through the curtains and the pay-per-view drew to a close!

[Rankon.]

Game time, and having just watched the dark match in order to take her mind off her match-up, Sloane could be located near the technical area, slumped on top of a crate dressed in her ring gear along with a leather entrance jacket. Beats by dre's over her ears, Sloane would be zoning out from all around here, just her music and the sight of her Women's Championship, as she holds it in both hands. She has beaten Kaarina before, sure, but that was when she could do no wrong, and didn't have nagging doubts in the back of her mind. The tag team loss which coincided with the prima donna losing her unbeaten record may have major ramifications towards the Champion's psyche tonight. Still, if anyone can push aside self-doubt, it's the girl with an attitude that won't quit. As soon as the bell rings, the butterflies will be history. Here's to hoping.

[Ziggy Vercetti]

Jeff Hardy:Accept the power of the crow inside of you.

 

So the ppv had came to a close but what went on for the rest of the show wasn't on Jeff's mind. He had heard a rumor that Jalen Carter had somewhat....got in a little trouble and the Global Championship was somewhat vancanted. Could this be his chance of wining championship gold in FWA? It all depends on what the GM has planned but indeed Jeffro was throwing his hat into the Global Championship picture.

 

 

 

 

[Reverse DVD]

Health Crisis is over and it's now back to the FWA venue for Sean Davis, having some mixed feelings about what he saw on the PPV. Sure, the matches were very good and some of the outcomes even surprised him but he doesn't feel all that good about watching the big matches instead of being in the big matches and bothers him. He had everything he needed to make an impact, to leave a good impression on people and make them feel that he belongs in the same roster as the big stars and top prospects but he has ran out of steam. He can't impress people and get himself in big matches if he continues to lose no matte how close his matches are from a competitive standpoint. It's frustrating to be so close to victory and everything goes down the drain in a split second, especially when one fights top talent and takes them to the limit, exceeding everyone's expectations but falling short on going all the way on scoring an upset. Sean needs something that could take him to the next level and actually place him in the same level as most of the roster and maybe he can do something good for himself once the rest of the roster comes back. Now he has a purpose, the will to prove that he belongs in FWA, and now it's time to see if Sean Davis can sink or swim in the big leagues.

[Faster Than Light]

YES! YES! YES! YES! Handsome Eric has done it! The hero of this story has prevailed against all odds against the darkness that is Shawn Hunter and Jimmy Dice. It all happened as predicted. On this day, Handsome Eric has proven each and every single one of them that they are wrong. The Hour of Handsome has officially came to pass, and with it the Era of Handsome. The Era of Handsome has been born on this day, now Handsome Eric can go on and lead this company to a brighter future. Handsome Eric's victory was very hard fought but end the end, the Light of Light's light has shined through this dark hour. So yes, while the crowd booed Handsome Eric, he smirked while he made his way to his locker room, fatigued and hurt, but still with a smirk on his face. So yes, The new FWA Champion is now Handsome Eric, now bow down and venerate him in all his glory. Handsome Eric has done everything he said he would do, so let them cry fluke, cheat, luck or whatever, Handsome Eric is above such things, because he is above everything. Handsome Eric has fulfilled his end of the deal when he purposed his alliance to Team Victory. He has won, so the alliance is able to be finalized. Even though he watched Team Victory lose their titles to Prestigious, they would still make for some good tools and still help bolster Eric's new world title reign Handsome Eric will get to planning on the rest of the details of this stable later. Now is the Era of Handsome! Here is your new world champion: Handsome Eric! Right now, Handsome Eric is having a well deserved shower in his locker room. So relaxing he thinks. Ladies and Gentleman, you have witnessed destiny being fulfilled.

[iSmex.]

During the ‘Health Crisis’ Pay Per View this past Sunday. Kayla Rose was behind the scenes backstage as the production went off without a hitch. During the show there were many treats and surprises, new Champions crowned, and shock surprises. One of those shock surprises was the return of Jayson Addair. The ‘Misfit’ returned last night to which was much the grievance of Gabriel Gospel. It’s been a good six plus months since Addair was last spotted in a Wrestling Ring here in the United States of America, but he’s finally back. After his return out in front of the crowd, Kayla was fortunate enough to track Jayson down backstage and ask him a few questions before he gets a chance to disappear again.

KR: “Jayson! …wait up!”

JA: “Yeeeeello?”

KR: “Just, before you head off… can I trouble you for a few questions?”

JA: “Not like I’m going to bail before the Main Event, so… sure. Go ahead, shoot”

KR: “First of all welcome back”

JA: “Thank you, good to be back on US soil”

KR: “The first thing that I am sure just about everyone would like to know is, where have you been the past few months? It’s been a long time since anyone has seen you on our television screens, which is… unusual. So just where have you been? What have you been up to?”

JA: “It has been quite a while, hasn't it? But honestly, the time has just flown by, I haven’t really stopped and realized weird… but the short answer would be Dragon Gate in Japan. Some may know, but I was sent to Dragon Gate in late September, something like that; some talent deal between Dragon Gate and Motor City Wrestling. So I was busy over there, fulfilling my duties; I must have been the last to discover MCW closed down. But… Dragon Gate took advantage of the chance and I was fortunate enough to be offered a contract with them”

KR: “I take it that it was an enjoyable experience, hmm?”

JA: “It was, it was very enjoyable. Bit of a learning experience as well, because you know, over there they don’t treat wrestling the same as we do in the United States. It’s much more of a sport, or even an art form. But as much as I loved it over there, I couldn't stay away for too long”

KR: “Well, allow me to be one of, if not the first to say; it’s great to have you back in the US”

JA: “Happy to be back, Kayla”

KR: “It seems you brought back a present for us all as well; that video. I know the crowd was laughing, and the guys and gals back here”

JA: “Well, I’ll have to pass on the appreciation to the guys at Dragon Gate. I think they really made that video, and I’m grateful. Those guys were a ton of fun to work with, up for a laugh and just simply amazing… I’d recommend Dragon Gate to anyone, it’s phenomenal”

KR: “For as great as that video was, it wasn’t the lasting impression you left out there. What looked like a very powerful kick, it knocked out Gospel; even if it was just for a few moments. I’m guessing you picked that up overseas”

JA: “Sort of, I suppose… that’s actually one of the key differences I noticed from wrestling here, and then over in Japan. They don’t hold back, like, at all. You have to be willing to match that intensity, otherwise you’re toast. In fact, in my first match in Dragon Gate. I learned that right away. I was kicking as hard, and as fast as I had been back in the United States. But it just failed in comparison; the first kick I took, the power from it took me by surprise. You can never fully gage the impact of those kicks till you take one. So after that first match, I kind of got more comfortable with the style of things over there. That kick I hit Gospel with, I tried to mirror what I did in Japan and I think it worked; the power probably took him by surprise. Plus, you know, if Show can have a Knock Out Punch, I can have a Knock Out Kick, right?”

KR: “Certainly, and I wouldn't blame Gospel for using an ice pack right about now, looked vicious. And that flows nicely into my next question. Gabriel Gospel… why?”

JA: “Come on, Kayla… you don’t just tease and immediately start dropping spoilers. You got to wait a little longer, allow the impression to resonate for a bit before you clue everyone in. However, what I will say is this. For the past few years, where I've been, I have been the top dog; World Title or no World Title. That, that made me a target, the guy that every new ‘superstar’ wants to use in order to make an impact. Now, no disrespect intended, but. To me, Gospel seems like that guy; on name value at least, and excluding Mike Stokes. That’s what you do, Kayla. You mess with the biggest dog… I’m not saying that is my only reason, ‘cause it isn't But that’ll come soon enough. For now, you just got to sit tight and prepare to watch the crap that Gospel will eventually spill… TiVo it if you have to”

KR: “It was worth a try anyway. So onto the next question instead. If, history repeats itself and is to be believed; it’s safe to say, that wherever you go, there are a number of others who are never too far behind. I’m of course talking about the likes of Calvin Rodgers, Tyler Moore and Sor-La as well. Any information you can pass on about either of them, and whether they’ll be joining FWA?”

JA: “I’m… I’m quite amazed, you do your research. Tyler Moore. Damn… I just, I can’t believe anyone actually remembered him. Never did I imagine, in the year 2013 that the name ‘Tyler Moore’ would pop up in a question for me. I don’t know a thing about Tyler’s current situation, honestly. Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to him. Maybe, one day, he might rise from the ashes or something? But, yeah, I don’t know about him”

KR: “Okay then, so how about the rest of the names mentioned. You must know something about them, surely?”

JA: “You’d think I would, wouldn't you? But, I don’t know… I haven’t really, spoken, to Calvin, or to Lara since heading off to Japan. But, Las Vegas is a hangout of theirs so, you never know how close by they really are. But, I’m so out of it with most things, you’re really asking the wrong guy for an exclusive”

KR: “Still, there is one name you haven’t mentioned yet, and that is your other half; Sora. You can’t expect me, or anyone else to believe you don’t know of her plans… so come on, may as well spoil now Jayson”

JA: “Well, firstly, Kayla. I appreciate that you underestimate my ability to be completely clueless. I know very little, honestly. She may have plans for joining FWA, she might not. But what I do know, is that Sora has been incredibly busy. A hell of a lot busier than me at least; she’s been flying back and forth between here and Japan, She’s been actively wrestling on the Shimmer roster, and done several others things. So, I don’t know what she has planned as such. She still has a few dates left in Shimmer that are set in stone, but after, who knows? You’re best off trying to contact her yourself, Kayla. And no, I’m not going to give out her phone number”

KR: “Right, well. Instead of talking about who might possibly join…”

JA: “Don’t even bother asking me about Daredevil… Mike’s the one to ask for him”

KR: “…might do. Let’s instead talk about those who are already here, who are apart of the FWA roster. There are a lot of people you know, some on which you share history with; Mike Stokes, Erika Leight, Hanson, and Jimmy Dice as well. Whom I believe, out of the names I said, you probably share the most history with”

JA: “You could say that”

KR: “Safe to say, I assume you was Jimmy to win the World Championship tonight, right? Well, if he was to do so, I imagine that you would be the person people would bet on to dethrone his reign, any thoughts?”

JA: “That’s, that’s not going to happen. Jimmy and I, we’re friends, pals, hombres. We grew up together, and while we've always been quite competitive, trying to one up the other… we’re friends, still. I know how, difficult, it’s been for Jimmy to ascend to the top, so. I’m not going to return on what may be, a big night for him; just to rain on his parade. If Jimmy wins tonight, he deserves it, and deserves to hold onto it for a good while. Maybe, maybe one day you’ll get to see Jimmy Dice versus Jayson Addair, a spectacle because we both know one another so well in the ring. But for now, Jimmy has his sights on the World Championship, I don’t”

KR: “Well then, what have you got your sights set on? World Championships are what every wrestler dreams of, to hear different is just… baffling, really”

JA: “When I say that, that’s the usual response. But I honestly don’t want a World Championship. Whilst in Dragon Gate, I got a bit of a chance to reflect on my career over here, and well… I’ve been lucky, very lucky and fortunate to have achieved what I have. I've won World Titles, Championships, Awards, been a poster boy, main evented shows, main evented Wrestlemania… and I have a huge catalog of five star matches… but I’m only twenty five, Kayla. I've got many many years left in Wrestling. So instead of worrying about World Championships, or my place on the card… I’m looking to just have fun, to do what I do best; wrestle. I’m a wrestler first, and an entertainer second”

KR: “So then, Jayson. If you could name only one person, who on the FWA roster would you like to wrestle the most?”

JA: “One name? Well… there’s a few. I've never wrestled Paul Burchill, so that may be fun… Handsome Eric? …no, Gospel is a better version of him. Umm, I’m going to go ahead and say Daniel Bryan. We've wrestled a load of times in the past, sure. But it’s always an intense, fun contest, that can go either way, so. Daniel Bryan”

KR: “What about someone you would rather avoid?”

JA: “Shawn Hunter”

KR: “ Didn't even need to think about it?”

JA: “I got my reasons, Kayla. For starters, I've beaten him before; both when defending a title, and when challenging. I… I hated both matches, just as much as the other one. It was just, boring, really. Plus, I don’t buy into this ‘Nightmare’ thing he’s got going on. I've seen Shawn in promotions for a long time, so I know what he’s like. This, ‘Nightmare’ Shawn is just a cry for attention. If he walks away tonight with the World Championship… which I am stunned he even won… then it’s a crime. That about cover it?”

KR: “Sure does. Well, thank you Jayson for stopping to talk with us, I imagine we will again at some point. Thank you”

JA: “No problem”

Remember to tune into FWA.com on a frequent basis for more exclusives and interviews with the stars of FWA!

- Kayla Rose

 

http://caws.ws/forum/topic/373282-caw-biography-thread/?p=9078950

[GOAT Muffin]

Crisis | Gabriel Gospel

Gabriel Gospel had won, he had made an example out of Robert Heat, he had beaten him, defeated him, ashamed him. But then what happened? Then what? Jayson Addair, that is what. The Misfit, who does he think he is, what nerve does he has messing with Gabriel like that!? Gabriel is the best there is, he is bigger than both this company and this industry. He does not deserve to be messed with by some cocky dwarf. Who the hell does he think he is!? Gabriel should be celebrating beating Robert, marking his return to the main event and Handsome Eric who Gospel would have little to no problem taking the title from but instead now a new pest has showed himself and Gabriel is annoyed, Gabriel is angered, raging in the back, yelling at any worker who so much as looks at it him as he storms off to his locker room, exhausted, hurting, angry. This was supposed to be his night, his night to win, succeed and prosper. Instead all that happened was someone else just made themselves a target. Why do cretins insist on messing with the wrong man?

[ZackAttackV2.0]

Michael Falcone was a bit tipsy after his celebration party but overall he was still himself. He had beaten Scorpion but of all the people HE had to appear and beat him up after the match but for now he was not concerned because this was HIS day, HIS moment...Until ______ walked up to him

 

OT: TBC by you know who

 

[King Homer]

 

Spartacus. Rybackcus.

 

Its Mr. Undefeated. It's Mr. 4-0. Its Mr. Spartacus! Spartacus circles Michael immediately after walking toward him, a expression of mad madness upon his face. Once his face is facing Michaels, Spartacus prepares to speak.

 

"It pains me to see such a man of your talents, winning in such an unjust fashion!"

[ZackAttackV2.0]

He raised an eyebrow at Spartacus and on his face was his best WTH impression "Umm...Yeah, I had nothing to do with that masked man believe me, I could have easily won without his help at all." He assured and this time he was not lying through his teeth or in this case through the cigar he is smoking right now "And what in THE hell are you wearing?"

[King Homer]

 

Spartacus. Ooooo you went there.

 

Spartacus grins as he nods his head in the no fashion. Not persuaded or amused in the slightest. He then prepares to speak.

 

"Say what you like, but we all know he was one of many faceless thugs on your payroll! If you truly believe you can defeat a warrior as might as The Scorpion on your own, face me in the arena this Monday!....And as for my attire, I am wearing a lovely golden tunic and a nice pair of fur boots. Would you like some?"

[Oresama]

Jayce Cruz is shown backstage, pacing back and forth in front of a camera before stopping and looking straight into it. “So, Glenda...you didn't show at Health Crisis...I can't say I'm surprised really, when I got you letter last week I did think you were a lost cause and...I guess I was right. I'm sorry I couldn't help you out Waldon but I guess your stuck with a religious nutjob as a mother for a couple more years...my condolances...BUT!" Jayce reaches behind him and picks up:

“This is comin' your way! I know what you're thinking, your mother will never let your wear a shirt supporting a man that has sex with other men...and women, right? Well I thought of that and that's why I'm sending your mom...." Cruz reaches behind himself and picks up:

“Don't worry, Glenda. I'm saw your picture on Facebook and I've sent you an XL...enjoy!" Jayce tosses the "Nobody Knows I'm a Jaycbian" t-shirt over the camera lens.

[ZackAttackV2.0]

He scoffed at the challenge and just shook his head "i guess I got time to battle you so yeah, I accept your challenge but be careful what you wish for and by the way. I will NOT wear that outfit." He said but not before tossing his cigar onto the floor and walking away so he can prepare for the match with Spartacus

 

He had returned, Axel Martin was finally back into the wrestling world after debuting at the PPV he was currently wearing an attire remeniscent of AJ Style's returning look with the jacket, jeans and with a new beard. He was in total silence while leaning against the wall, not saying a word or even moving until he noticed ______ walking towards him

 

OT: TBC for Axel

 

 

Pic Base: http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz45/MattL1222/Shane_Helms_-_Gregory_Helms_31.jpg

REAL NAME: Andrew Johnson

RING NAME: The Walking Disaster Axel Martin

DATE OF BIRTH (Age): October 30th 1982 (31)

HOMETOWN: Atlanta Georgia

DISPOSITION: Tweener

HEIGHT: 6'6

WEIGHT: 288

 

Attire: http://i812.photobucket.com/albums/zz45/MattL1222/AJStylespng.jpg

FINISHER(s): Poisoned Arrow: Samoan Spike
10 Seconds Flat: Inverted Boston Crab with knees to the back of the opponents neck

 

Big Match Finisher: Axel Grinder: A vice grip with all of his strength on the opponents head but also used at the end of matches to make people hurt

SIGNATURE(s): Inverted Powerslam
Multiple Headbutts
Rapid Stomps to the face
Sheamus's chest pound thing
Torture Rack into a single knee gutbuster
Clothesline akin to the clothesline from hell
Swinging full nelson slam
Neck Cracker: Reign of Terror swinging neckbreaker
BASIC/REGULAR MOVES: A sadistic and purely pain inducing fighting style focused on tormenting people with both strikes and submission holds aplenty

ENTRANCE THEME:

SHORT BIO: A young guy from Atlanta Georgia who debuted in Motor City Wrestling a few years ago as Randy Kingsley, an apprentice of Paul Burchill whos bloodline has a little bit of british in it but after Burchill lost to Marcus he was dropped as a student and left Axel was soon left to his own devices and even won the tag titles with Wade Barret for a while before being betrayed when he soon left for a short while before returning to MCW under his real name of Axel Martin and became a rock star for a while and became a good guy but eventually MCW shut down and he suffered a massive brain injury and was taken in by Raven to be trained when he debuted in AKW and formed the group known as the Redemption and for a while did well until Axel split up The Redemption after many members left and eventually he vanished, not seen from again and now he has decided to take FWA by the reigns this time as a Solo act and with a new purely business attitude, now silent and havent said a single word he is now the enforcer for the boss of FWA

YOUR NAME: ZackAttack

[GOAT Muffin]

Booya! | Prestigious

They did it! Yes! Yes! Yes! No Daniel Bryan we're not paying for stealing this because Prestigious are your new Tag Team Champions! Their first in FWA and their third altogether counting MCW too. It was a long match, a touch match but the two managed to come out on top in the end and they are too happy. When they got to the back, Aaron screaming about getting the win he gave a big hug to Smiles who even went far as giving him a pat on the back in return to show just how much this win meant to them. They managed to come out on top despite some near scraps, Aaron going through a table and Smiles almost being put through too, but they managed to scrape through with the win and now it was time to party. And real party, the two of them are going out tonight, Starr is making Smiles, this is a night to celebrate and they are going to do it in style. Woo!

[KingsReignSupreme]

 

Real Name: David Sanders
Age: 28
Hometown: Manchester, England
Height: 6‘2
Weight: 230(104kilos)

Biography: David Sanders on December 26, 1984 in Manchester, England. He is an only child due to his mother passing away just three years after giving birth to him. Sanders grew up with an abusive father until the age of 15 when he was finally able to escape his father’s abuse. After leaving his home at the age of 15 Sanders became a small time bare knuckle fighter to raise money to take care of himself. At the age of 20 Dave started to train himself to become a full fledged fighter instead of being an underground bare knuckle fighter. After a few years of ups and downs Sanders turned to wrestling, after training under the now retired Nigel McGuinness
Dave Sanders wrestled for a few companies, but still has yet to make his big break in the Wrestling scene.

Ring Name: Dave Sanders
Nickname: Dangerous(Name given by Nigel McGuinness)
Height: 6‘2
Weight: 230lbs
Hometown: Manchester, England
Trainer: Nigel McGuinness
Disposition: Face
Wrestling Style: Striking, Submission, Technical

Attire: Black( MMA Trunks, Boots), White(Taped fists)

 

Finishers:

Main Finisher: London Dungeon(Grounded Top Wrist-Lock pulled into Bow and Arrow Hold)
Secondary Finisher: Heart Punch

 

Signature Moves:

Shoulderbreaker
Divorce Court(Hammerlock single armed DDT)
Fireman’s Carry Single Knee Gutbuster
Body Strikes to Cornered Opponent
Gordbuster
Short-Armed Clothesline

Moveset:

Abdominal Stretch
Grounded Hammerlock with knees
Rope Assisted Arm Stretch
Knife Edge Chops to Cornered Opponent
Repeated Knees to the gut of Roped Opponent
Multiple Suplex Variations:
Vertical
Snap

 

Allies:

Nigel McGuiness(Manager)

 

Enemies:

Michael Falcone

 

 

 

[Epic Jones]

“THE FOLLOWING IS A FWA.com EXCLUSIVE PRIOR TO HEALTH CRISIS AFTER THE PRE-SHOW”

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The show is starting soon. Things already have been kicked off with Falcone defeating Scorpion, and so we are currently awaiting the actual pay-per-view to start. Before the ring announcer can even get a word out, the titantron lights up and theme music, "Call You Out" by Flyleaf, begins blaring out of the PA system.

“HOW CAN YOU ACT LIKE YOU KNOW, WHEN ALL YOU KNOW IS A LIE?”

Some fans, those that are HARDCORE fans of both FWA and this certain individual, begin cheering while the others mostly just make noise. However, all the noise transfers to cheers as out from behind the curtain emerges “The Epic One” Zakk Night. The fans are showing Zakk a warm welcome as he heads to the ring, slapping hands with audience members as he does so. Night slides into the ring under the body rope and takes a microphone, waiting for all the applause and his theme music to die down. Once they do, he begins.

ZAKK NIGHT | THE EPIC ONE

“I suppose, first and foremost, I owe all of you and everyone else in the back an explanation. You see, after I lost the first ever FWA main event, I felt out of my element. I beat Adam McIlrath, but then I went on to lose the Global title match. It actually turns out in that match I suffered a minor strained left shoulder. I guess you could say I had a “health crisis” of my own, despite the fact it was a very little injury, if you could even call it THAT. Mixed with the fact I didn’t really feel like I belonged here in FWA anymore, I took off and truly felt like I’d never return…until I thought to myself “you know, I should check out what’s going on right now in FWA”, and I stumbled upon this.”

The camera pans over to the titantron, which shows the main event: Shawn Hunter versus Jimmy Dice versus Handsome Eric. Zakk shakes his head and returns to speaking as the titantron goes back to black.

ZAKK NIGHT | THE EPIC ONE

“Shawn Hunter, Jimmy Dice, and Handsome Eric…that’s the main event picture here? Shawn Hunter, who went entirely downhill after failing to get the World title opportunity from Dynamite; Jimmy Dice, who can’t seem to FULLY get over the hump of just being a contender; and Handsome Eric, who…well, I actually haven’t even experienced the guy, but I imagine him being something like Gabriel Gospel, just not as amusing or worth the time. Dice, I respect you, I really do. But fact is, I’m not sure you fully have what it takes to reach the top like you used to. I know you see yourself as this primary prospect, of the man who could carry this very company in the future…but I personally am not so sure. While I like to consider you a friend, I’m not sure I can consider you a “world champion”. Shawn, you should’ve never ever become world champion. I’d prefer Jimmy to you. At least Dice is a respectable champion who I’d admire, it’s just a fact of can he make it there. You? I’m surprised the opportunity was ever presented. If I had ONE match to prove myself against you, Shawn, I’d capitalize without hardly any effort. Eric? I think I might even have a shot at knocking him off of his pedestal. While I say he might not make a great champion, Jimmy is really the only one of the three I think would put up some competition against me.”

Zakk rubs his chin as he pauses, the fans taking his brief moment to cheer simply for the fact Zakk Night is before them. After they die down, Night continues.

ZAKK NIGHT | THE EPIC ONE

“I sat in my house, my mind racing, unable to decide if maybe, just maybe something could be done to solve this problem. I watched as week after week, show after the show, the build up to Health Crisis increased. Yet, I just couldn’t get into FWA the way I used to. I was displeased, dissatisfied with the way the company was headed. I finally decided that I could no longer deal with the direction this place was going, and I took action. I grabbed my phone and I called Richard White, letting him know that as a former employee I wasn’t confident that FWA was going to be a big success if things kept on the track they were. He respected my opinion, but he kindly told me he thought things were going fine and it ended at that. I tried to accept that answer…but I couldn’t. With much thought, and the fact I never fell out of my training regimen as I was attempting to heal, I came to a conclusion. If I wanted thins to change around here, if I wanted to clean up the mess that FWA is becoming, then I have only one real option. Actually, my solution requires of all of you to do one thing for me, and that favor…”

Zakk smirks as he rubs his chin yet again. The fans take another opportunity to cheer as Zakk pauses, waiting for his opportunity to wrap up his thoughts before letting the actual pay-per-view commence. Once the fans stop, Night finally decides to finish the promo.

“…is to welcome me back to the FWA. Full. Time.”

The fans erupt as “Call You Out” by Flyleaf blows out of the speakers yet again, Zakk raising his arm to the chorus of cheers that rain down as he exits the ring. He tosses the microphone he was using back onto the apron and struts up the ramp, again slapping hands of the audience as he finally reaches the stage. He turns and outstretches his arms, a huge grin on his face as he feels the warm reception of the crowd over him. Night eventually turns and leaves, exiting through the same way he came in; the curtain. As the theme cuts own, the camera recording this fades to black. The Health Crisis pay-per-view will begin shortly, and Zakk wants to find a good seat backstage.