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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gulf Breeze, FL - 07/17/2024 Jul 4, 2024 17:18:56 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Jul 4, 2024 17:18:56 GMT -5

Wednesday July 17th, 2024
Gulf Breeze, Florida
Live Event RP Deadline: 11PM Eastern Time Tuesday July 16th

Please Note: Early Matches May End Up Being Summarized If We Do Not Get Enough Match Writers

Opening Bout
Triple Threat Match
Nixie vs Greenie Nelson vs Andrew Raynes
(We are starting off the show with a Triple Threat of FPW Newcomers!)

Match 2
Becky X vs Bia
(ATL Superstar Becky X takes on the Australian Bia in a one-on-one match.)

Match 3
Triple Threat Match
Tatum Rose vs Donnie Harris vs Alexandria Duvall
(The second Triple Threat Match of FPW Newcomers!)

Match 4
Tom Carradine vs Owen Traeger
(After a heck of a win two weeks ago, Tom looks to continue the ball rolling in a match again a newcomer.)

Match 5
Stella Basch vs Nathaniel Dixon
(After both of their opponents asked for their releases, we see these two take each other on.)

Match 6
Griffin Hawkins vs Jackson Cole
(Newcomer Griffin takes on the winless Jackson Cole in this one-on-one match.)

Match 7
Kelsi Ross vs Lucas Bronson
(Kelsi looks to rebound from her loss in the Triple Threat match two weeks ago, one in which she had won.)

Match 8
Danielle Basch vs Adrienne Blaque
(Recent signee Danielle takes on Adrienne Blaque who manages a win in her debut two weeks ago)

Pre-Main Event
Slim vs Jacob Walker
(Slim nearly beat Aurora Graves two weeks ago. Will he continue his dominance here in FPW with a win over the newcomer?)

Aurora Graves & Damon Graves Contract Signing for FWP Presents: PRIME

Main Event
Donovan Basch vs Grayson Vex

(A monster of a Main Event as we see two recent signings to FPW go one-on-one!)

Last Edit: Jul 15, 2024 3:53:01 GMT -5 by Maverick Huntley III

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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gulf Breeze, FL - 07/17/2024 Jul 15, 2024 4:35:03 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Jul 15, 2024 4:35:03 GMT -5

Murphy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The Crowd: ONE FALL!

Murphy: Introducing first, from Cocoa Beach, Florida, she weighs in at one hundred thirty-five pounds… She is Nixie!

"Speed Drive" hits and running out from the back comes Nixie! She holds up a shaka in each hand with a big grin on her face. She then runs down the ramp, high-fiving as many fans as she can on her way to the ring. She then slides under the ropes and goes to the corner, holding her hands up once more with the hang loose sign before backflipping to the mat ready to rumble.

Lauren: Aw, Nixie is so cute and bubbly!

Kyle: Ugh, she makes me want to barf…

Lauren: Hey! I thought you would like her.

Kyle: Are you kidding?! She’s an annoying little wannabe valley girl.

As Lauren slightly pushes Kyle, Murphy presses on.

Murphy: Introducing next, from Las Vegas, Nevada, she weighs in at one hundred twenty pounds… She is Greenie Nelson!

“My Hero” by The Foo Fighters plays from the PA system and Greenie steps out through the curtains! The fans cheer for the sweet little geek as she descends the ramp, making sure to tag the fans along the way. She then hops onto the ring apron and steps inside between the ropes, throwing up peace signs for the fans to pop for.

Kyle: Yawn…

Lauren: Oh, what now?!

Kyle: What do you mean ‘what now’!? Nelson’s a comic book nerd. She’s a loser!

Lauren: Hey now! There are some nerds and geeks who have proven themselves to be formidable wrestlers.

Kyle: Who?

This receives an even harder shove from Chloe!

Murphy: And the final opponent in this triple threat match, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, he weighs in at two hundred twenty-five pounds… He is Andrew Raynes!

The arena is quiet for a few moments before “Omnishred” hits the speakers and there is cheering coming from the crowd. After a few moments and smoke fills the entrance ramp, you see Andrew making his way out from behind the curtain. He looks around a little bit as the crowd gets riled up, Andrew soaks it in a moment before throwing his hands outward and pyro setting off around him. He smirks and makes his way down towards the ring, he doesn't take the time to acknowledge fans though as he slides in under the ropes and heads to the corner turnbuckle to rile up the crowd.

Lauren: You have to be impressed by Andrew. He’s a multiple-time champion!

Kyle: Yeah, he’s the only wrestler who’s worthwhile in this match… and that’s not much of a compliment seeing his opposition!

Lauren: Did you forget to grab a Snickers, Bryce?! You’re so mad.

Kyle simply rolls his eyes. In the ring, Andrew narrows his eyes on Greenie and Nixie. The girls look at one another before they nod.

DING DING

Once the bell rings, Nixie and Greenie rush after Andrew. He’s a little surprised, but he’s able to defend himself from some of their first attacks. The double-team method starts to work in their favor, leveling Andrew with a double dropkick! The fans cheer for the ladies, while Nixie moves to cover Andrew--

ONE--!

Greenie’s quick to break up the count!

Nixie rises with a pout! Greenie shoves her back -- and goes for the pin on Andrew, herself!

ONE--!

This time, Nixie breaks up the count!

The inevitable happens and the ladies begin to fight each other. While they’re busy, Andrew rises up and simply steps back to watch them. Nixie starts to gain the upper hand with a surprising backflip kick on Greenie’s temple! The second Greenie falls onto the mat, Nixie rises up -- only to be on the receiving end of a power clothesline by Andrew! Nixie hits the mat with a thud and Andrew covers her with the hook of the leg. Referee Garrett Addams counts--

ONE!

TWO--

Nixie kicks out!

Rising up, Andrew pulls Nixie to her feet and jabs her a couple of times. She staggers backwards before he sends her flying out of the ring with a running dropkick! Nixie falls onto the padded floor, while the fans boo Andrew’s brash move. However, some of them begin to cheer as Greenie begins to get up. Andrew narrows his eyes at the sound of rapid footsteps, turning around -- and he’s unable to stop Greenie’s diving crossbody! While his back is on the mat, Greenie hooks the leg.

ONE!

TW--

Andrew kicks out!

Greenie releases a cute pout before she stands up. Just before she can grab Andrew, Nixie has made her way back inside the ring. She aims for Greenie’s right cheek with a superkick -- except Greenie dodges! Nixie almost loses her balance, but Greenie quickly follows up with “Hero’s Journey” (Headlock Driver)! While Greenie goes for the cover, unbeknownst to her, Andrew is already on the move.

ONE!

TWO!

Andrew breaks up the count!

Naturally, the fans boo! Greenie huffs and she tries to fend off Andrew, but his brawling style is overwhelming her with body blows. She’s staggering, still on her feet, while Andrew backpedals… and rushes her with “Code of the Sith” (Running Single Leg High Knee)! Stunned, Greenie falls onto the mat, and Andrew quickly goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

TH--

Greenie’s able to kick out!

Narrowing his eyes, Andrew rises to his feet -- unaware of Nixie’s recovery. He lifts Greenie up and simply tosses her out of the ring like a sack of potatoes. The disrespect draws boos from the fans. That’s when Nixie takes the opportunity to leap upon Andrew’s shoulders the second he turns around -- but he’s able to calculate the hurricanrana! Lifting Nixie up, he powerbombs her onto the mat, and then he lifts her up to perform a second one! Although he releases her, Andrew doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he stands up and waits for Nixie to slowly get up. He does notice Greenie trying to crawl back into the ring and he responds in kind -- with a running start and a baseball slide to knock her back into the barricade! More ire is drawn from the fans, while Andrew turns his attention back to Nixie who is just barely on her feet. That’s when Andrew delivers “Shattered Glass” (Leaping Reverse STO) and sends Nixie onto the mat with a THUD! Ignoring the boos of the fans, Andrew goes for the cover and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING

Murphy: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match… ANDREW RAYNES!

There’s no joy from the fans as “Omnishred” resonates from the PA system. Andrew rises to his feet and looks down at his work. Nixie is completely out. The referee looks to raise Andrew’s hand, but he pulls his hand back and simply glares at him. Garrett rolls his eyes and simply allows Andrew to celebrate on his own. On the outside, Greenie frowns and winces in pain.

Kyle: Eh, Raynes could’ve ended the match a lot faster.

Lauren: Sometimes you are so difficult to impress…

Kyle: What?! These little girls will learn a lesson from his aggression.

Lauren: Yeah, okay. Gosh. Stay tuned, folks, because Scion is heating up!

*Earlier Today*

CJ Houston: Ladies and gents, CJ Houston here. I am standing outside of the door of Owen Traeger, one of Florida Wrestling Prestige’s newest acquisitions. Let’s see if we can get a word.

CJ knocks on Owen’s door, waiting a few seconds to no answer. He then knocks twice more before stopping at the third, as Owen walks up next to him, with a plate in his hand, pointing a fork at CJ with a piece of baked chicken attached.

Owen Traeger: May I help you?

Owen eats the chicken without hesitation, followed by taking a bite of some steamed broccoli.

CJ Houston: Yes sir, I was hoping to get some thoughts on your match tonight, about being here, and what it means to you.

Owen holds up his finger for CJ to wait as he chews his food up quickly, washing it down with a sip of water.

Owen Traeger: First of all, the catering is prime, and trust me, I love to eat. How else can I fuel the gym selfie machine, right?

Owen rolls his eyes and chuckles.

CJ Houston: I… guess so?

Owen Traeger: I’m being sarcastic. Yes the food is good. But my point is that my opponent tonight, just like everyone else will do in true low hanging fruit fashion, wants to stay on surface level. Tonight, CJ, everyone will see just what I am made of. It’s the substance that counts, right? Shallow isn’t the game I run, and Tom is gonna find that out in the most impactful way possible.

CJ nods his head in understanding.

CJ Houston: I see, and as far as nerves go, you seem to have none.

Owen leans down and takes another bite of chicken, in a way that shows just how nonexistent pre-match anxiety is for him.

Owen Traeger: I don’t deal in nerves, my guy. I say I’m gonna do something, I show up, and I get it done. That’s what I’m paid to do, that the integrity I plan to operate with. Other people might play into that to create some kind of subconscious underdog movement for themselves, but let’s face it, I’m never in that position, I’m about the prominence, the pomp, and the circumstance. Tonight, Carradine goes down harder than a five dollar whore on quarter night, and come away looking like the specimen of dominance and victory that I am and you’ll recognize me as for as long as I am here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have company inside, and I’m not one to keep a lady waiting.

Owen moves CJ along by motioning him away with his fork before entering his locker room and slamming the door as CJ attempts to peek inside.

The signature tolling bells of AC/DC's "Hells Bells" can be heard signaling the impending arrival of the powerhouse known as Bia. The lights to the entryway pulse red as the song picks up pace.

Murphy: "Making her way to the ring…from Fremantle, Western Australia…weighing in at 75 kilograms…she is "The West Australian WarGoddess" BIA!"

The crowd cheer as Bia comes stomping out onto the entryway down to the ring. Clad in ring gear that's all metal, chains, and black leather, her hair in tight braids. She marches down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans at ringside. Sliding into the ring she climbs onto the turnbuckle and poses, arms outstretched. She lets out a war cry as the three remaining ringposts let off a blast of red fire pyro. After a few moments she hops down, pacing as she waits for her opponent.

Lauren: Bia looks the part. Let’s see what happens tonight.

Kyle: This could be one for the ages.

Oh, oh, okay
Okay
Daytrip took it to ten (Yeah)
(Go!)

He just wanna eat me out (Woah)
VVS diamonds bottom row of my mouth (Huh?)
I ain't gotta talk, they know what I'm 'bout
Ball out 'til I back out, no doubt"

The opening of Rico Nasty's STFU plays to the darkened area, giving a chance for several spot lights to turn on and illuminate the curtains that Becky X comes through dancing, twerking, and completely feeling herself.

She raps along with her song on her way to the ring, hips poppin the entire time. Becky pulls herself up onto the ring apron from the middle rope, leaning out to blow a kiss at the crowd before stepping in and readying herself for the upcoming match.

Murphy: And her opponent from the ATL.. BECKY X!!

Lauren: This is an interesting character here.

Kyle: I love it!!

DING DING

The two women look at one another as the bell rings. Becky X wastes no time as she hits a drop kick to the knee of Bia. Bia falls to a knee as Becky hits the ropes again bounces back hitting a clothesline but Bia refuses to go down. Becky hits a snap ddt which causes Bia to hit the mat. Becky goes for a quick pin.

ONE...

NO!

Bia launches Becky in the air and across the ring.

Lauren: Bia showing her strength off there!

Kyle: Becky wanted this one over.

Bia gets to her feet and stalks Becky as Becky gets up slowly. She hooks Becky by the waist from behind as a look of concern comes on Becky’s face. Bia lifts Becky up and hits a German suplex but she isn’t done as she holds on and hits a second. She holds on again and goes over one more time. She waits in the corner for Becky to get up. She then runs and hits a huge spear almost breaking Becky in half. She goes for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR…NO!!

Bia lifts Becky up. Bia smirks as she goes to lay Becky back down but Becky rolls her up in a small package.

ONE…

TWO…

THR…NO!

Bia kicks out and gets up in shock. Becky rolls away and looks at Bia with her hand in a “I almost had you” taunt. The two ladies meet in the center of the ring as they square up for a test of strength. As they lock hands Bia quickly over powers Becky. As Becky screams out in pain she kicks Bia in the gut. Bia doubles over. Becky hits the rope and bounces back hitting a back elbow on Bia. Bia is rocked back. She runs and attempts another but Bia catches her and lifts Becky up dropping her with a military press slam. Becky catches her hands on the ropes and stays up.

Kyle: Well played by Becky X!

Lauren: She obviously does not think she can last long in the ring with Bia.

Becky X grabs Bia, but Bia reverses the control and Irish Whips Becky X into the ropes. She rebounds as Bia connects with Dock Blocker (The Pounce). Becky X goes flying and hits the mat with a thud.

Kyle: WHOA! DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!

Lauren: Impressive power by Bia!

Bia smirks as she heads over to Becky X. Lifting Becky up, Bia lifts her to her shoulders and hits The Maelstrom (F5) sending Becky X crashing hard to the mat!

Kyle: That has to be it!

Bia makes the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Lauren: Impressive win by the Aussie!

Murphy: The winner of the match... BIA!

Alexandria Duvall is in the locker room now and she’s looking at a monitor. She looks more amused than anything as she speaks her mind about her upcoming triple threat once more.

Alexandria Duvall: Before I wrestle my match here shortly, I want to get one more gauge of how my opponents truly are. So, I am going to live react to their promotional videos and see what I think of them. We’re going to start with Tatum Rose.

Alexandria searches for “Tatum Rose Promo” on YouTube via the Roku TV she is using but the screen says “results not found.”

Alexandria Duvall: Huh. Weird.

Alexandria tries to search for it again, but again, it says “Results Not Found”

Alexandria Duvall: She didn’t cut a promo for this match, did she? Go figure. She’d rather flirt or create drama on fucking Twitter because… I don’t know. I guess being an attention whore on social media is far more important than applying her craft in the ring. But you know what, what the fuck do I know right? I mean, I’m the “least known” of the three because I don’t waste my life on Twitter…

Alexandria shrugs.

Alexandria Duvall: Oh well, let’s see what Donnie Harris has to say. Trust me, this guy is already on my nerves.

Alexandria IS able to find his promo for obvious reasons and then she presses “Play”

Alexandria Duvall: Okay dude, nobody “wants to be you” when the first sentence out of your mouth is “I came to Florida to win my first world heavyweight title”. YAWN! This tells me that you are one dimensional, shallow as fuck, someone that is just “arrives, wins a belt, leaves” and doesn’t feel like he needs to improve on ANYTHING! You’re a true dime a dozen, I hate to say that. Actually, no I don’t. You’re a relic of wrestling from 20 years ago. Anything you actually have to say?

Clyde Newton? Who is Clyde Newton? Why should I care about who Clyde Newton is?

Alexandria pauses and keeps watching.

Alexandria Duvall: “I will knock you down until you can’t get up again…”

A statement sponsored by BENADRYL… it puts you to sleep BETTER than this guy’s promo AND it relieves symptoms from being allergic to his bullshit! Whatever run down wrestling school you trained at clearly didn’t have a class on charisma. Yawwwwwn…

Lord, I could use a Benadryl right now… or an Ambien…

…A GROWN MAN JUST USED HUMPTY DUMPTY AS A PROMO REFERENCE? What the FUCK?!?!?!

DUDE, how old are you? 5?!?!?!?

Alexandria lets out an exasperated sigh.

Alexandria Duvall: FWP needs to return this guy to wherever he came from and demand a refund. Holy shit! There he goes with more VANILLA bull… “to hell and back”, “dominate everything”, talking about conquering enemies, referring to opponents as “victims”....

And like a fucking coward, you don’t even mention me or mention Tatum… though you were busy hitting up her Twitter page like a damn stalker. See, Donnie Harris is a wrestler I strive NOT to be. I study the game. I do what I must do to improve, to evolve, to not be a bore like this fucking guy and when this is over, I am going to show people like that, and this company as a whole, that there’s far more to wrestling than making empty threats… then “dominating everything”, then regurgitating the same lines from Remedial Promo Class… and especially…

Making fairy tale references….

Alexandria can’t help but laugh at this point.

Alexandria Duvall: Pathetic… fucking pathetic…

Alexandria composes herself and lets out a sigh, clearly showing her annoyance with Donnie Harris as she makes her exit.

Last Edit: Jul 17, 2024 15:50:30 GMT -5 by Maverick Huntley III

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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gulf Breeze, FL - 07/17/2024 Jul 15, 2024 4:35:25 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Jul 15, 2024 4:35:25 GMT -5

A video teaser plays...

Lauren: We saw on X that the official FWP Account teased a former champion making their way to FWP Presents PRIME... Is this who we think it is?

Kyle: Two weeks! I am excited!

Murphy: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match!

"Divided" by Shadow Keeper rocks the arena as Tattum walks down waving to some fans while other times just ignoring them. She enters the ring and just sits in the corner tilting her head as she awaits her opponent to arrive.

Murphy: From Ayr, Scotland... she is TATUM ROSE!

The main chorus of "Lakes of Flame" by Blue Stahli hits and the fans boo quite loudly as Alexandria Duvall walks through the curtains. She immediately blows off the fans before she walks down the ramp and she's showing no care for their reactions. Not wasting much time getting to the ring, she rolls in it and then takes in the negative reaction she is getting. She taunts them for a bit before she leans against the corner, more amused than anything, and waits for the match to start.

Murphy: Inside of the ring... she is "The Belle of the Brawl" Alexandria Duvall!

“You’ll be CRYIN’ LIKE A BITCH!”

The guitar riff starts as the spotlights alternate with the bassline: BUM-BUM-BUM, Bum bum bum bum BUM-BUM-BUM.

Murphy: On his way to the ring!

Whipping the curtain aside, Donnie Harris emerges from the back, wearing his traditional gi top, hands wrapped and taped, and wearing boxing-style shorts and a pair of amateur wrestling shoes. Donnie moves to the top of the ramp, looking at the crowd, listening to the mixed reaction between boos and cheers, his head moving slowly as he looks across the fans. He paces the stage, back and forth, all while holding up the PWA Streaming Service title belt like a boxing promoter following a prize fighter to the ring.

Murphy: Hailing from Salt Lake City, Utah... weighing in at 228 lbs! He is The Eliminator. DONNIE! HARRIS!

Donnie rolls under the bottom rope. He climbs up to the second rope and holds his hands up, stoically staring out in the audience. He hops back down and moves to the adjacent corner, raising his hands high over his head once again. He moves back to his corner and starts to untie his gi’s belt, removing the top with a little assistance.

Lauren: Donnie Harris seems a little full of himself...

Kyle: Sorry... my attention was definitely not on the dude in this match *chuckles awkwardly*

DING DING

The match begins as Tatum Rose eyes down both Donnie and Alexandria.

Lauren: Alexandria Duvall did not have the kindest words about either of her opponents this week. She even talked about how social media is basically a cesspool.

Kyle: I mean, she is pretty on the nose.

Lauren: I guess- but it can be used for so much good though.

Alexandria slides outside of the ring allowing Donnie and Tatum to start things off much to the boos of the family.

Lauren: Is she scared?

Kyle: No. I think she is smart. Calculating.

Tatum and Donnie move towards each other. Donnie connects with a series of strikes, but Tatum is quick to slide out of the way and sweeps his legs out from under him. Harris hits the mat with a thud onto his backside. Annoyed, he reaches for Rose and shoves her back slightly. As he does this, she stumbles backwards allowing him to get up to his feet. Once back to a vertical base, he grabs Tatum for a clinch and delivers knee strike after knee strike. This sends her back towards the corner. Alexandria slides into the ring and uses a Spinning Back Kick to the back of Donnie Harris. This drops him to one knee as Tatum is pinned up against the corner. Alexandria heads to the opposite corner and smirks, charging forward and uses a big corner splash that connect with Donnie. The momentum also carries into Tatum, and both drop to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

Kyle: See? Smarts and looks, my kind of woman!

Lauren: Your kind of woman is one that has a pulse.

Duvall uses the top rope and kicks Donnie Harris to the outside of the ring, his body hitting the floor with a thud. Leaving just Alexandria and Tatum inside of the ring, Rose is slowly up to her feet as Duvall charges forward with a Missile Dropkick. Tatum holds her ribs as she is clearly in pain. Grabbing the head of Tatum Rose, Alexandria uses a Reverse Swinging Neckbreaker to take her hard to the mat. Tatum covers.

ONE

TWO

Donnie Harris slides into the ring and breaks it up. Tatum is still down on the mat as both Harris and Duvall battle back to their feet. They both trade strikes, sharing a left and then a right. Another left and a right, the crowd getting behind the back and forth strikes. Tatum Rose slides back into the ring and charges at the both of them, but they are ready for her as they collectively deliver a double back elbow taking her hard down to the mat.

Lauren: Clearly, these two both want nothing to do with Tatum Rose.

Kyle: I will be happy to tend to her!

Lauren: Why does that not surprise me?

In an effort to show each other what they have to give, Donnie sends Tatum Rose into the ropes. He charges at her and connects with a Spear almost breaking her in half. Donnie pops up to his feet, proud of himself as he waves his hand as if Tatum Rose were Alexandria's now. Duvall obliges and she uses a Spinning Knee Kick that drops Tatum hard to the mat as Duvall smirks back at him. Donnie offers a golf clap as they both realize the first person to pin Tatum could win the match. Alexandria drops to cover first.

ONE

Donnie breaks it up. This time, he covers her.

ONE

Alexandria breaks it up. She decides to try a cover again.

ONE

Donnie breaks it up. And once more attempts a cover.

ONE

And Duvall obviously breaks it up. The two of them get into a face-to-face. Alexandria shoves him as he stumbles backwards. She quickly grabs Donnie and hits a STO driving him to the mat. As she does this, Tatum manages to roll herself to the ropes but is still inside of the ring. Alexandria sees this, and knows this is her chance. She quickly heads back over to Tatum Rose and lifts her up to her feet. Alexandria uses a Charm Bomb (Tigerbomb right into a pin) but before the pin is fully connected, Donnie Harris is back up to his feet. He charges over and breaks the attempt, grabbing Duvall by the head and tossing her through the middle rope and to the outside. Tatum Rose is to one knee as Harris connects with Ride the Lightning (Shining Wizard) dropping her to the mat. Harris makes the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Lauren: What a match... though it seems Harris and Duvall have some unfinished business!

Murphy: The winner of the match... he is DONNIE HARRIS!

Scene cuts backstage to the locker room shared by the Basch clan: Donovan, Danielle, and Stella Basch. All is not harmonious, as Stella is pacing back and forth at a frantic pace, her face red with anger.

Stella: I can’t believe you, Donny! Why are you jumping down Tom’s throat every chance you get?

Donovan: Starr, I’m only trying to protect you….

This sets Stella off.

Stella: Protect me? What, you think I’m some poor helpless damsel in distress, waiting for her knight in shining armor to come and save her? UGH!

Stella looks at Danielle with an expression that reads “can you believe this?”

Danielle: Look, I can see this from both sides. Donovan’s intentions are noble, if misguided…

Donovan places his hand on Stella’s shoulder.

Donovan: Stella, I just don’t want you getting involved with someone who turns out like…

Voice: …Your mother?

All three competitors turn towards the door to see Donovan and Stella’s father, Nathaniel Basch, leaning against the doorway. Stella rolls her eyes.

Stella: Oh great! Now you’re checking up on me, Dad?

Nathaniel: Not quite in the way you’d imagine…

He hands a rolled-up document over to Danielle, who reads it over.

Danielle: Nathaniel, this is…

Nathaniel: a Florida Wrestling Prestige manager’s contract. Granted, it’s not as if I’m doing this for the money.

Stella scoffs.

Stella: None of us are in this for the money, Dad.

Donovan: But why, Dad? You’ve never shown an interest in professional wrestling before…

Nathaniel: Operative word is “shown”, son. Your old man still has a few surprises left in him. Oh, and Stella, if it’s any consolation, I trust your judgment, whenever the right person comes along…

He turns to Donovan.

Nathaniel: And you, Donovan, I’m proud of the man you’ve developed into, both in and out of the ring. But…

He holds out his hand, gesturing for Danielle to return his paperwork to him.

Nathaniel: I didn’t go through all of this… (waving the paper) just to stand around and drink bad coffee…

The coffee comment elicits a slight chuckle out of Donovan.

Nathaniel: So, let’s talk strategy, shall we?

Scene cuts back to ringside as Donovan gestures toward his coffee maker, a freshly-brewed pot waiting for them.

The intro to “Hellraiser” by Motorhead plays as Nathaniel Basch makes his way through the curtain, clad in his trademark black suit. The crowd isn’t sure what to make of his arrival, and he looks around at them, silently nodding his head.

Lauren: Well, this is unexpected.

Kyle: What the hell is this old geezer doing out here? Shouldn’t he be in the back, hyping up his kids?

Lauren: Why don’t you ask him yourself? It looks like he’s heading this way...

Nathaniel makes his way toward the announcers’ table, sitting down in the vacant chair. Slipping the spare headset over his head, he leans back, nodding at each of the other announcers.

Lauren: Well, this is certainly a pleasure, Mr. Basch.

Nathaniel: Please, call me Nathaniel.

Kyle: Hey Nate… what brings you out here?

Nathaniel: YOU can call me Mr. Basch.

Lauren: HAH! But seriously, to what do we owe the pleasure?

Nathaniel: Oh, it’s nothing really. I just figured I’d come out here to do a little scouting.

Liam Murphy: The following contest is set for ONE FALL! Introducing first, wrestling out of Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 250 pounds… he is OWEN TRAEGER!!!

The key opening to The Great Divide begins to play as a calm overtakes the building. The lyrics begin, leading to the breakdown, where Owen Traeger walks out from behind the curtain slowly, crouching down. At the moment of heavy bass kicking in, Owen jolts to an upright and stoic position, yelling to the crowd with an adrenaline filled muscle pose to indicate it’s game time. Making his way to the ring, fist bumping fans as he walks by, Owen maintains an intensity in his expression the entire time before vertical jumping to the apron and then using the ropes to propel himself over the top rope in an athletic display. After his feet hit the mat, he goes to the corner and gets to the second turnbuckle where he plays to the crowd and gets them hyped before running the ropes and finally residing in the corner.

Nathaniel: Now this young man talks a big game from what I’ve heard. And looking at him, he clearly looks like he can back it up. However, looks aren’t everything. Just ask my ex-wife!

Lauren laughs as Kyle tries to look past her to get Nathaniel’s attention.

Kyle: So Mrs. Basch is single, you say? Any chance I could get her number?

Nathaniel: First off, you’re not her type. Second of all, she’d eat you alive.

Lauren: Ignore him, Nathaniel. Kyle has no shame.

Kyle: HEY! We’ve got a match to call, here!

Liam Murphy: And his opponent… wrestling out of Laguna Beach, California and weighing in at 215 pounds… TOM CARRADINE!!!

The opening chorus of “I Want It All” plays over the arena’s sound system as Tom stands onstage. Once the first power chord hits, he throws his arms wide open, exhorting the crowd to acknowledge him. As the song continues, he preens, soaking the reaction of the crowd. Once he enters the ring, he makes a show of removing his ring jacket before warming up in the corner of the ring. He looks over at the announcers’ table and tilts his head in curiosity at the sight of the individual doing guest commentary.

Kyle: He’s looking right at you, Nate – I mean – Mr. Basch!

Lauren: I wonder what that’s about.

Nathaniel: I can’t answer that question. I’m just here to observe.

Kyle: And what’s your observation of Tom Carradine?

Nathaniel: From what I’ve seen so far, he’s pretty good. He moves well in the ring, he gets a good reaction from the crowd...

Kyle: He seems to evoke quite the reaction from your daughter as well…

Lauren: KYLE!

Nathaniel: It’s fine, Lauren. But Kyle, you really should keep my kids’ names out of your mouth unless they’re actually in the ring.

DING DING

The bell rings and both men make their way to the center of the ring, locking up in a collar-and-elbow tieup. The larger Traeger gets the better of the exchange, and shoves Carradine across the ring.

Lauren: Traeger with the clear size advantage here...

Kyle: This will be quick; I just know it! Carradine doesn’t stand a chance!

Nathaniel: Calling it this early? Isn’t that a little premature?

Lauren: Kyle’s used to people talking about his prematurity.

Nathaniel: Noted.

Realizing that he’s going to have to adjust his approach, Tom nods his head and bides his time. Owen charges him at full speed, but Carradine slips out of the way and drops him with a drop toe hold. He quickly follows up with a jumping elbow drop to the chest of Traeger. He quickly goes to deliver a second elbow drop, but Traeger rolls out of the way. As Carradine begins to sit up, shaking the pain out of his elbow, Traeger grabs him and pulls him back to his feet, whipping him into the corner. Tom staggers out of the corner, and before he has a chance to shake off the cobwebs, Owen sends him crashing back down to the mat with a Uranage! He quickly drops down for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Lauren: That was a close one!

Kyle: Come on… the referee clearly doesn’t know how to count.

Nathaniel: Seems to me like Traeger is trying to end this quickly. If Carradine can manage to somehow drag this out a little more, the more it would benefit him.

Carradine rolls over toward the ropes, using them to pull himself back up to a vertical base. He shakes out his arms and once again charges toward a now-standing Traeger, who does the same. Again, Carradine ducks and runs the ropes, ducking a clothesline as Traeger runs in the opposite direction. As they both cross the ring a second time, Traeger attempts a second Irish Whip, but this time it’s Carradine using the momentum to reverse it, sending Traeger to the corner instead. Tom wastes no time, running to deliver a splash to Traeger in the corner. A winded Traeger emerges from the corner only to be blasted down to the canvas with a jumping leg lariat. With the bigger man down, Carradine drops down, hooking Traeger’s leg...

ONE!

TW---NO!

Lauren: And Owen Traeger powers out of it!

Kyle: I take back what I said!

Nathaniel: He’s got the right idea, now he just needs to keep it up.

Both men get to their feet and immediately start throwing punches. The stronger Traeger manages to back Carradine into the corner, prompting the referee to force a break. As Traeger backs off, he throws a few verbal jabs at his opponent, but Carradine fires back with a few of his own. Once Carradine is out of the corner, the two once again meet in the center of the ring. Another Irish Whip by Traeger sends Carradine into the ropes, and Tom rebounds right into a Big Boot by Traeger. He drops for the cover.

ONE

Tom manages to kick out at one.

Kyle: Oh, come on! What’s it gonna take to keep this punk down?

Lauren: You gotta hand it to him… he’s really hanging in there!

Nathaniel: He’s tenacious… I’ll give him that.

Owen pulls Tom back up, and once both men are standing, he throws a few punches that send Carradine staggering backward. Carradine manages to shake it off and charges toward Traeger, who scoops him up and into a military press slam. Not ready to end it yet, Traeger picks him up by the hair and pulls him into position to deliver the Colossal Bomb (high impact powerbomb). But instead of dropping down for the pin, Traeger takes a moment to play to the crowd.

Lauren: This could be a mistake on his part…

Kyle: Nah… Carradine’s not getting up from that!

Nathaniel: Never turn your back to your opponent, even if he’s on his back!

The crowd begins to cheer, and Traeger soaks it in, believing the cheers are for him. In his moment of showboating, however, he doesn’t notice that Carradine has managed to get back to his feet. Tom takes a moment to shake off the effects of the powerbomb then shakes his head at Traeger, waiting for him to turn around. The second Traeger turns around, Carradine blasts him with a superkick that knocks the spit out of his mouth. Traeger falls backward, but rather than falling to the canvas, he ends up catching himself on the top rope. Still groggy, he staggers back toward Carradine, who drives another boot into Traeger’s midsection. He then signals to the crowd by pointing at himself, before quickly hooking Traeger’s arms and sending him face first into the canvas with All Eyes On Me (Stalling Double Underhook Brainbuster).

Lauren: That’s gotta do it!

Kyle: No! Not now!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

The bell rings as “I Want it All” once again begins to play.

Liam Murphy: Here is your winner… TOM CARRADINE!!!

Lauren: Just goes to show you that bigger doesn’t always mean better.

Kyle: He just got lucky; that’s all!

Nathaniel: Luck had nothing to do with it. Traeger could have ended it, but he made the mistake of taking his eyes off of his opponent. In the end, it cost him the match.

In the ring, Tom Carradine celebrates his win while Traeger slaps his hand on the mat in frustration. Tom, in a gesture of sportsmanship, offers a hand to his opponent, but Owen shakes his head and slips out under the bottom rope and makes his way to the back. Tom shrugs it off and goes back to celebrating, hopping up into the corner and soaking in the crowd’s cheers.

A lonely cameraman explores the backstage area, the subtle turns of the camera searching for anything of interest. Then suddenly, the camera’s microphone is able to pick up the sound of someone talking.

“...there’s been no sign of them?”

A question that is soon answered by another unfamiliar voice.

“Nothin’. Ain’t got no leads yet.”

The cameraman finds the source of the conversation. A door is slightly cracked open -- a door that belongs to the locker room of Nathaniel Dixon. Speaking of, his voice softly resonates.

Nathaniel Dixon: Max, Jack, we needn’t talk about this here. I understand your concerns, but I need to focus on my return to the wrestling industry. In a matter of minutes, I’ll be facing off against Miss Stella Basch. I want to emerge victorious.

What a twist it is when the Intellectual Evolution emerges from the locker room. He’s dressed in his ring attire, a look that has not been seen for a long time. The cameraman staggers back for a moment before he regains his balance. Nathaniel takes note of this and raises an eyebrow. A knowing little smile crosses his face and he releases a soft tsk.

Nathaniel Dixon: You mustn’t eavesdrop. That’s rude.

There’s a soft gasp from inside of the room. Rushing over to the doorway, a familiar-looking man’s eyes widen at the sight of the live camera. The diehard fans of the Dixon Family recognize him as Nathaniel’s younger brother and business manager.

Maximilian Dixon: O-oh, I’m so sorry! This is rather uncouth of me…

Another man steps into view and pats the nervous man’s back. He, too, is recognized within the Dixon Family as their older brother-in-law and a retired U.S. Army veteran.

Jack Williams: I don’t think he meant any harm. Just doin’ his job is all.

His Southern accent certainly draws the attention of the female fans! Jack carefully steps past Maximilian and smiles at the camera. This follows up with a pat on Nathaniel’s back.

Jack Williams: I’m sure y’all are excited t’see good ol’ Nate back in the ring. He’s a multi-time champ and a fighter everywhere he goes, so don’t go thinkin’ he’s rusty.

A chuckle escapes Nathaniel’s parted lips. His brother-in-law sure knows how to start the hype. He then smiles at the camera.

Nathaniel Dixon: Oh, there’s still a lot of fight left in me. I will demonstrate this when I step into the ring with you, Miss Stella. Darling, I acknowledge you’re a part of a wrestling family. Your training at Pinnacle Wrestling Academy is almost done and you’re well on your way to making a name for yourself. This is your rookie year and so far, you’ve done well. However… just for today, I need to halt your momentum. To suffer defeat in my Florida Wrestling Prestige debut would be agonizing. Of course, if you are the better wrestler, then that is something I will accept. Until the final bell rings, we shall see how it goes. Best of luck to you.

Politely, Your Lord of Charisma bows. With a nod to his brothers, he makes his way down the hall in the direction of the ring. A look of concern surfaces on Maximilian’s face, all the while Jack chuckles and pats him on the back once again.

Jack Williams: C’mon, Max. Let’s watch the match from here.

Maximilian Dixon: Ah, y-yes, of course.

Together, they make their way back inside of the locker room and softly close the door behind them. The camera stirs a little before the perspective slowly changes.

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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gulf Breeze, FL - 07/17/2024 Jul 15, 2024 4:35:48 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Jul 15, 2024 4:35:48 GMT -5

Scene cuts backstage, where we see Tom Carradine walking back towards his dressing room. Before too long, he’s intercepted by Nathaniel Basch.

Nathaniel: That was a superb match, Mr Carradine.

Nathaniel extends his hand towards Tom. Tom begins shaking his hand.

Tom: Thank you, Mr….

Nathaniel: Nathaniel…. Nathaniel Basch.

At the mention of the name “Basch”, Tom freezes. Nathaniel sees this and chuckles.

Nathaniel: Relax, Mr. Carradine, I’m not here to discuss any of your “extracurricular” activities. While it’s true that I have been keeping an eye on you, there are other reasons…

Tom: Which explains why you were sitting at commentary during my match…

Nathaniel: Precisely. Now, there’s a business proposition I’d like to discuss with you… By the way, how do you take your coffee?

Tom and Nathaniel continue on their way as scene cuts back to ringside.

As the intro to Calimari Inkantation blares over the sound system, blue spotlights focus on a single spot on the stage. A curtain of blue pyro rains down from above, and as the lyrics kick in, Stella bursts through the curtains, pausing at the center of the stage, where she takes aim with her index fingers toward the ring. She then makes her way down toward the ring, high fiving the fans as she moves from one side of the aisle to the other. Once near the ring, she makes a running start, jumping straight onto the ring apron before vaulting over the top rope, landing on her feet. She then moves to the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle to pose for the fans.

Murphy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First to the ring from Oceanside, California... she is Stella Basch!

Slowly, the lighting inside the arena dims until there is only darkness. The steady playing of guitars begins to resonate throughout and draws the attention of the fans. The vocals of Chris Daughtry set the mood with “Heavy is The Crown” by Daughtry.

“Never needed any reason
To find deliverance…”

A red spotlight shines on the entrance stage and reveals Nathaniel Dixon. It reflects off the Hybrid rEvolution Iron Heart Championship wrapped around his waist. His fan reception is a mixture of cheers and boos, but there is a newfound respect for him.

“Like a cancer running through my veins, oh.
That's never going to give in…”

Your Lord of Charisma chuckles softly and saunters his way toward the rings. When a few fans reach out, Nathaniel actually tags them and makes his way around the battle arena, the spotlight following him with every step he takes. His earth-colored eyes are focused on the ring itself.

“See them march like lambs to the slaughter,
Toy soldiers lined up on the altar!”

Nathaniel ascends the steel steps, enters the ring between the ropes, and gauges the fans. A smile forms across his face before the spotlight goes out.

“I was never meant to drink that water,
And they'll remember me when I'm underground. . .”

The fans stir in anticipation as red pyros shoot from all four corners of the ring! The normal lighting returns and Nathaniel takes a bow in the center of the ring with a confident smirk. Detaching the championship belt from around his waist, he raises it up high to showcase his hard work and dedication. Recognition and respect surround him and he is glowing with gold.

“Heavy is the crown!
Never falter, never let them bleed you out!
I'll be still standing when thеy try to bring my castle down!
I'll never bow down, hеavy is the crown!

Heavy is the crown, heavy is the crown. (Oh!)
Heavy is the crown!”

Murphy: And from San Diego, California.... "The Intellectual Evolution" Nathaniel Dixon!

Kyle: What a nerd!

Lauren: Hush up, Bryce. Just call the damn match.

DING DING

Referee Garrett Addams calls for the bell as the match begins. Both competitors reach out for a quick handshake before tying up. Dixon pulls Basch into a side headlock. He takes her to the mat with a bulldog. Stella rolls herself back up to her feet as does Nathaniel. She charges at him, but he responds in kind with a Japanese Arm Drag. Stella swings into the air from the drag and lands on her backside. Stella uses the ropes to climb back up to her feet, and as she turns around, Nathaniel is flying through the air connecting with a forearm smash. He drops for a cover.

ONE

Stella is able to power out of it. Nathaniel does not let us and rises back up to his feet. He grabs the head of Stella Basch, and pulls her up as well. He grabs her, but she manages to shove him back a step. Not letting up, Dixon uses a Sitout Jawbreaker popping her head back as she snaps hard to the mat.

Kyle: This Dixon guy is not too bad.

Lauren: He is a champion wrestler... I am sure he did not just stumble into that!

Dixon covers her.

ONE

TW-

And Stella manages to power out of it again.

Lauren: Stella is not giving up that easy!

Dixon is again back to his feet as the crowd cheers for both of them. He once again grabs Stella, but she hits a sitout jawbreaker of her own snapping Nathaniel back to the mat. Stella gets back to a vertical base and hits a Standing Moonsault. She covers hooking one leg.

ONE

And Dixon is able to power out of it. Stella does not let us, she grabs the head of Nathaniel Dixon and drags him to his feet. She hits a lightning quick Tornado DDT planting his head to the mat. She again covers.

ONE

T--

And he manages to kick out of it again. Stella stands to her feet, as the crowd begins to get behind her. They cheer her energy as she climbs up to the top of the corner. Looking down, Nathaniel Dixon gets up to his feet as Stella hits Meteor Strike (Diving Somersault Senton) sending them crashing to the mat. Stella does not immediately cover, but then moves into place and covers.

ONE

TWO

And again Nathaniel kicks out of it. He shoves Stella so hard that she lands on her feet.

Kyle: She is as nimble as a cat!

Lauren: That extra second Stella pauses before covering could have been the win there.

Nathaniel Dixon is grabbed by Stella Basch, she taking him by the head. Stella works to whip him into the ropes, but Dixon reverses it and sends her into the ropes. He charges at her as she rebounds, and hits a Sling Blade taking her to the mat. Dixon does not go for the cover immediately, knowing it is going to take more to keep her down. Nathaniel Dixon looks out to the crowd as they applaud and cheer for the back and forth match going on. Stella is breathing heavy, trying to gain her composure. It seems like the more veteran of Dixon might be taxing her. She gets up to one knee, as Dixon charges for her connecting with Blood in the Darkness (Shining Wizard) dropping her to the mat.

Lauren: This might just be it!

Dixon grabs Stella by the head, lifts her to her feet and uses Evolutionary Imperative (European Uppercut) with a thunderous motion dropping her hard to the mat. Nathaniel covers her and hooks both legs.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Murphy: The winner of the match... NATHANIEL DIXON!

Lauren: In the end, the veteran just had too much control of this match.

The referee raises the arm of Dixon as Stella is slow up to her feet. She is holding her jaw in pain but manages to reach out to shake his hand in a show of respect for their match.

Money Talks blares in the ring, boo’s echo in the arena as Kelsi and her wife make their way to the ring. After they enter the ring Kolby asks for a mic.

Kolby: We don’t like you losers either, now stop stuffing your fat faces with the unhealthy junk food that they sell at these events, and listen to the star you all know you really want my wife.

Kelsi raised her mic.

Kelsi: All of you are so rude, It’s not my fault I’m rich successful, and better than all of you, now I guess I should get down to the reason I decided to come out in front of all of you losers, Lucas I know you're watching this in the back so listen to me when I tell you luck isn’t on your side here tonight, tonight here in this miserable place, I’ll beat you, can you do anything about that, of course not, why because I’m simply a superior wrestler, I hope you can at least give me a somewhat decent challenge tonight, beating you easy isn’t a good look for the company, I mean how would it look if I wipe the mat with you tonight.

Kolby and Kelsi laugh.

Kelsi: I don’t care how it looks, tonight after I beat you Florida Wrestling Prestige will have no choice but to consider me for the Coastal Championship, I have the pedigree to carry the title unlike you or anyone else on this roster, tonight Lucas you will roll snake eyes and I will walk out of this dump the winner. Now get out here so I can beat you.

"WASTE" by Kxllswxtch begins to play over the PA system.

Once upon a time, was a fool who thought he'd find
Hoo

Jackson Cole strolls his way out through the curtain and into the arena.

Once upon a time, was a fool who thought he'd find
Purpose in his life along the way
Don't you run and hide from the truth, you decide
Everything that lives is gone to waste

Cole slowly walks down the entrance ramp with a focus on his face never seen before. Slapping the hands of a few fans, Jackson climbs up the entrance stairs and climbs into the ring.

Murphy: The following contest is schedule for one fall! Inside of the ring from Anaheim, California... he is JACKSON COLE!

Fans are awaiting what's to come. Suddenly the sounds of a guitar playing is heard. "Separate Ways" by Journey hits in and from behind the curtain enters Griffin Hawkins! He walks down the ramp in Pink Zebra print tights and a sleeveless mesh shirt. His signature leather jacket and silver aviator shades adorn him as he walks down, high fiving fans as he soaks in the positive reaction. He looks towards the ring and steps up the stairs, looking towards the cheering crowd with a smile.

Murphy: And from Windsor, Ontario, Canada... he is GRIFFIN HAWKINS!

He steps between the ropes and gets on the turnbuckles, raising the devil horns in the air...pumping up the live crowd. Soon he gets down, taking off his leather jacket before going outside the ring. He takes off his aviators and puts them around a young excited fan, smiling down at him. As he gets back in the ring he paces back and forth, waiting for the match to begin.

Lauren: Jackson Cole has been winless to date here in Florida Wrestling Prestige.

Kyle: Sad, but true. And the debuting Griffin Hawkins is more than aware of that. We heard earlier this week Griffin acknowledge Jackson's eagerness to break his winless streak, but we also saw a defeated Jackson Cole has little to say.

Lauren: Wow, Bryce. That was... insightful.

Kyle: I am a seasoned veteran, thank you. By the way, doesn't Griffin look kinda like a chick with the long hair?

Lauren: And there we go... that is the Bryce Kyle I know and loathe.

DING DING

The referee calls for the bell as the two men circle each other before locking up. Jackson tries to take Griffin down to one knee, but Hawkins is able to power him back and get Jackson down to one knee. Quickly transitioning into a side headlock, Griffin Hawkins reverse his position while taking the head of Jackson Cole and driving it into the mat with a DDT. The crowd pops for Hawkins as he focuses on his opponent at hand. Grabbing the right leg of Jackson, Griffin locks in a single leg Boston Crab.

Lauren: Griffin is looking to take the leg out from under Jackson Cole immediately. Smart play.

Jackson tries to fight it, and inches forward. Griffin releases it only to re-grab the leg, and locks it in once again. Jackson uses his upper body strength to maneuver himself to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope. The referee tells Griffin to break the hold and he does so. Jackson Cole uses the ropes and slowly rises up to his feet. Once up, he uses the ropes and charges Griffin Hawkins. Before he even realizes it, Griffin Hawkins takes Jackson down with a lariat.

Kyle: It is like Jackson Cole is not even trying-

Lauren: I have to agree with you. This is not the Jackson Cole we've seen in previous weeks. Something is... different.

Griffin Hawkins calls for Jackson to get up to his feet. Cole does so and looks for a lazy lariat of his own. Griffin easily scouts it and ducks, turning around towards Jackson Cole. With Cole's back to him, Griffin uses a Backstabber to take Jackson down to the mat. Grabbing his back in pain, Jackson Cole winces and yells out. Griffin grabs the head of Jackson Cole and drags him to his feet. Jackson shoves him off, causing Griffin to stumble backwards. Jackson lifts his leg looking for some sort of superkick, but Griffin again scouts it and rolls into a Painkiller (Calf Killer). Jackson yells in pain, scratching and clawing towards the ropes.

Lauren: It is clear Griffin Hawkins is looking to make a statement tonight in his debut match here in FWP.

Kyle: You take out the legs, he cannot walk!

Jackson manages somehow to reach the ropes, as Griffin Hawkins breaks the hold. The referee backs Griffin up some as he checks on Jackson. Cole argues with the referee telling him that he is fine. Again, with the help of the ropes, Jackson Cole pulls him to his feet. Once again looking to go on the offense, Jackson Cole looks for a Missile Dropkick but nobody is home as Griffin Hawkins sidesteps it as Jackson is down hard on the mat. Griffin calls for Jackson to rise to his feet. Jackson, slowly but surely, grabs the ropes in the corner and pulls himself to his feet. As he turns around, Griffin Hawkins nails Shot In The Dark (Superkick) dropping Jackson hard to the mat like a sack of potatoes. Griffin covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Lauren: Well... that is... that?

Kyle: A great debut from Griffin Hawkins... but there has to be more to this story with Jackson Cole.

Murphy: The winner of the match... he is GRIFFIN HAWKINS!

The referee raises the hand of Griffin as we seen a preview for tonight's contract signing.

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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gulf Breeze, FL - 07/17/2024 Jul 15, 2024 4:36:08 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Jul 15, 2024 4:36:08 GMT -5

The chorus kicks in as those same words spread around the arena and after a long few moments of pause from the back out struts ‘Lucky’ Lucas Branson, wearing a flashy robe and some giant sunglasses, and a pair of fluffy dice around his neck. Branson pauses and poses at the top of the ramp, a wicked grin stretching his lips wide. Branson pauses to bask in the crowd’s response and then slowly struts down the ramp, reaching the ring and hopping up onto the apron with a smile. He climbs up on the turnbuckle from the outside, slowly raising his hands to take away his glasses, and then posing with his hands wide for a moment before hopping into the ring, taking his time slipping off his robe and dropping it aside, while his gaze moves to the stage.

Murphy: The following contest is schedule for one fall. Inside of the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada... they are "LUCKY" LUCAS BRANSON!

As her theme plays in the arena, Kelsi and Kolby make their way to the ring, they walk up the steps and stand back to back on the apron before entering the ring, Kolby removes her wife's jacket and Kelsi poses in the center of the ring then walks to her corner.

Murphy: And from Henderson, Nevada accompanied to the ring by Dr. Kolby Ross... she is Kelsi Ross!

We see Kelsi Ross kiss her wife before Dr. Kolby Ross jumps down onto the floor below. The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING

Immediately Kelsi Ross heads for Lucas Branson, grabbing his arm and whipping him into the ropes. He rebounds as she hits a tilt-a-while backbreaker. Showing off her strength, she holds him on her knee, furthering the impact of the move. Shoving him to the mat, Ross rises up to her feet. She lifts Lucas to his feet, and hits a fisherman's suplex and bridges that to a pin.

ONE

T--

And Lucas manages to kick out of it.

Kyle: Kelsi Ross clearly in control early.

Kelsi Ross rises back up to her feet. As she gets to her feet, Lucas grabs the legs from under Ross and pulls them out. Ross lands on her backside as Lucas is up to his feet. He sends a Dropkick to the seated Ross, laying her out. Lucas does not let up as Kelsi sits back up. Lucas uses a series of Kicks Kelsi Ross. He does work on her arms and shoulders, before she quickly shoves him back and climbs to her feet. He responds with a Spinning Heel Kick taking her back down to the mat once more. He covers.

ONE

And Kelsi Ross easily lifts him off of her for the kickout.

Lauren: Kelsi Ross showing off her strength there!

Kyle: It is quite sexy to see such a strong woman.

Dr. Kolby Ross overhears this and gives Bryce Kyle a dirty look.

Lauren: You better be careful, Bryce.

Kelsi uses the ropes to climb back up to a vertical base. Meanwhile, Lucas grabs her by the arm and sends her into the ropes. She hits the ropes and rebounds with a Discus Clothesline to Branson. Lucas crashes hard to the mat with a thud. She covers.

ONE

T--

He kicks out. Kelsi Ross grabs Lucas and lifts him to his feet. She grabs his head looking for a suplex, but he quickly slides himself out of the ring to collect himself. Lucas tries to gather his thoughts. Kelsi Ross, meanwhile, talks to the referee and gains his full attention. She checks to make sure that the last count was not closer. He is sure of it, it was not even a full two count. As she argues, on the outside we see Dr. Kolby Ross pulls a pair of brass knuckles from out of her purse. As Branson is seemingly trying to gather his compsure, Dr. Kolby Ross walks near him and with the referee distracted she decks him with the brass knuckles.

Kyle: That is one way to take control!

Lauren: That is a cheap shot!

Kelsi stops arguing with the referee and drops to the mat, rolling to the outside. She grabs the head of Lucas and rolls him back inside of the ring. Kelsi rises to her feet, and drags him to his feet. She uses Spolied Rotten (Running Powerslam) and drives him hard to the mat. The fans boo as Kelsi makes the cover.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Murphy: The winner of the match... KELSI ROSS!

Lauren: What a cheap win.

Kyle: The keyword is win.

We see a video package for tonight's Main Event play as Kelsi and her wife celebrate inside of the ring.

“Take Me Back to Eden” plays as the lights go out. A solitary red light illuminates the ramp and stage as Adrienne Blaque steps out from behind the curtain. She walks slowly to the ring, her wooden staff in hand. She tosses the staff in the ring as she slides in behind it. She grabs the staff and looks to the sky slowly as the lights come back up.

Murphy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. First to the ring from the Bayou... she is ADRIENNE BLAQUE!

Purple lights flood the arena as the intro to As Above So Below begins to play, with fog rolling in as the vocals kick in. As the music picks up, Danielle bursts through the curtain and the lights begin to flash in sync with the music. Danielle takes a moment on the stage to work up the crowd, moving from one side to the other before making her way to the ring, high-fiving the fans as she moves from one side of the aisle to the other. She pauses shortly before reaching the ring, then runs and jumps onto the apron. She turns her back to the ring, then with her foot on the bottom rope, she flips backward into the ring and makes her way to each corner, climbing each turnbuckle to salute the fans.

Murphy: And from Oceanside, California by way of El Segundo, California... she is DANIELLE BASCH!

Kyle: It seems like the Basch Clan is taking over the entire show.

Lauren: I mean wrestling families are not something new.

Kyle: That is true.

DING DING

The referee calls for the bell. A quick kick to the gut of Danielle from Adrienne, and a Snap DDT sends Basch to the mat. Blaque rolls her over and enters a seated position on Basch, grabbing her head with a series of rights. She hits them, over and over and over. The referee orders Adrienne to break it, but she does not. This forces the referee to make the five count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Finally Adrienne breaks it.

Lauren: An early offensive swing for Adrienne Blaque.

Adrienne backs off allowing Danielle up to her feet. Adrienne charges forward but Danielle scouts her offense and ducks a lariat. Danielle reaches back and hits a great counter in a neckbreaker. Basch is to a seated position as she quickly spins herself back up to her feet. A standing moonsault and a cover.

ONE

But Adrienne Blaque kicks out of it. Adrienne is slow up to her feet, but with her back towards Danielle, Basch is able to hit a Backstabber sending shockwaves of pain through the back of Adrienne Blaque. Danielle is quick to act, and rolls Adrienne over while hooking both legs.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!

Kyle: It is going to take a lot more than that to keep Adrienne Blaque down!

Lauren: Danielle is just wearing her down!

Both ladies are jockeying for position and control of the match. They both stare each other down and lift to their feet. Danielle looks for a Yakuza Kick, but Adrienne manages to move out of the way and ducks over to the ropes. She exits onto the ring apron. As Danielle turns around, Adrienne uses the top rope to hit a Springboard Forearm sending Basch down to the mat. Adrienne covers.

ONE

TW-

KICKOUT by Danielle Basch.

Kyle: Well... well... looks like Adrienne is trying to work Danielle over and wear her down as well.

Adrienne heads over to the corner as Danielle is still down on the mat. Blaque climbs up to the top of the corner and looks for a Bayou Plunge (Swanton Bomb) but nobody is home! Danielle Basch manages to roll out of the way as Adrienne grabs her back in pain. Danielle quickly heads over to Blaque, but in a snap thinking moment, Blaque quickly rolls her up with an inside cradle.

ONE

TWO

TH---NO!

Danielle Basch somehow manages to power out of it. Adrienne cannot believe it, and complains to the referee. The referee argues back informing her it was a three count. As this is happening, Danielle is up to her feet. She grabs Adrienne and spins her around. Danielle kicks her in the stomach, and looks for Boot-a-Rang (540 Roundhouse kick) but Adrienne ducks it. Blaque uses a shoulder tackle to send the off balance Basch down to the mat. Adrienne again seats herself on top of Danielle Basch and uses a series of strikes once again, this time lefts and rights. The referee gives a little bit of leeway, before informing Adrienne that she needs to stop. Adrienne does not listen. The referee is forced to make a five count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Adrienne does not stop, and continues on.

FIVE

The referee tries to physically pull Adrienne off of Danielle. He manages to drag her away a little, but she shoves the referee who stumbles backwards and falls onto his backside in the corner. His back hits it hard as he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Lauren: What-

Kyle: The referee got in the way of this match!

Lauren: He was literally warning Adrienne to break it!

The ring announcer gets word from the referee as Danielle Basch slides herself outside of the ring.

Murphy: Ladies and gentleman... the winner of the match... as a result of a Disqualification.... DANIELLE BASCH!

As Above So Below by In This Moment plays over the arena speakers as the referee heads outside of the ring to raise Danielle's arm.

Lauren: What a win on your first match here in FWP.

Adrienne paces inside of the ring, yelling and pissed off at the result of the match. We see a video package for tonight's Contract Signing as we see highlights of the Prestige Tournament.

The camera cuts to Donnie Harris backstage, holding an ice pack to his left shoulder. He’s still in his gear, just relaxing as he watches the show on a TV screen. Coming up behind him is CJ Houston, microphone in hand. He takes a knee next to Donnie, who glances over to see the face of FWP’s backstage interview personality.

Houston: Donnie, congratulations on your first win here in FWP. Considering your condition after your busy weekend, how good did it feel to get back in the ring so soon?

Donnie: It has been a wild week already for me, that’s for damn sure, CJ; hope you don’t mind I’m just calling you CJ.

Houston: Nope you’re fine. But Donnie, let’s talk about last Sunday. Not only do you have the pleasure of being one of FWP’s newest talents, but you are also a world champion in another promotion.

Donnie smirks and turns to face CJ Houston.

Donnie: Yes, I am now the EPW World Heavyweight Champion, and, to answer your question, I am holding myself to a much higher standard now than I ever could. Does it mean I’ll blow off the FWP competition? No, as I have been a double champion in two companies before, and I will do so again, because, even though I am not in the bracket for the Prestige title, it doesn’t mean I’m going to rest on my laurels. There is a tag team division here yet to be tapped into, and there is no world champion here yet. My goal, just as it is in EPW, is to be world champion and become a Triple Crown champion. Whether it’s here, whether it’s EPW, wherever I go, I will be at my peak, immovable, and downright undeniable. So I am saying to the boss himself, to Mr. Huntley, to keep watching Donnie Harris, to pay heed to the Eliminator, because there is no quit in this mind, body and soul.

Houston: Thank you, Donnie.

The scene fades out back into the arena.

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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gulf Breeze, FL - 07/17/2024 Jul 15, 2024 4:36:53 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Jul 15, 2024 4:36:53 GMT -5

We are back into the arena as the cameras move up to the entrance ramp.

- BENDICTUS! ET AFFECTUS! BENDICTUS!
HALLEJULAH!!!!

With the rock chords of 'Blessed and Powerful' echoing throughout the arena, the lights dim and from the back out comes the hooded figure of The Messiah. He stops at the center of the stage, kneeling down, and pressing a palm to the floor, looking down for a long moment, and then raising his head, bringing his hands together into a prayer, and as the chorus kicks in, he throws his arms wide.

BLESSED AND POSSESSED!

The Messiah bounces to his feet now, starting to march down the ramp, arms wide and bathing in the reaction of the fans, before he reaches the ring, rolling in under the bottom rope, once again kneeling at the center of the ring, and crossing himself, before he rises, stripping his robe off and getting ready for battle.

Murphy: Inside of the ring from Baltimore, Maryland... he is "The Messiah" Jacob Walker!

The lights in the arena go dark as “Til I Collapse” starts to begin. Once the beat hits, Slim walks out on the stage with the spotlight shining on him. He looks out over the crowd before making his slow saunter down the entrance ramp. He reaches the ring steps and as he walks up along the ring apron he wipes his boots on it before entering the ring. He goes to the corner and climbs to the second rope and looks out over the crowd.

Murphy: And from Atlanta, Georgia... he is Slim!

The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING

The match begins as Walker asks Slim to join him for a few words. Slim does not move any closer, assuming that this is some sort of trap. Walker opens his arms and closes his eyes, as if he is focusing on some sort of sermon.

Lauren: Slim should not trust Walker.

Kyle: It just seems like Walker wants to spread his gospel!

Slim does not approach as Walker opens his eyes. He says a few words over to Slim, and immediately charges forward. Walker grabs Slim, and uses a T-Bone Suplex to send him hard down to the mat. Slim shakes it off and rolls back up to his feet. Slim looks down Walker and uses a t-bone suplex of his own. Walker rolls back up to his feet as well as to not give Slim the satisfaction. Walker runs his mouth towards Slim. Without wanting to hear another word, Slim uses a clothesline to take Walker hard to the mat. Not letting up, Slim follows up with a belly-to-belly overhead sending Walker skidding across the mat. Slim hurries and covers.

ONE

T--

And Jacob Walker manages to kick out of it.

Lauren: Slim is a no-nonsense sort of competitor.

Slim rises back to his feet, but Walker reaches out and pulls the legs out from under him. Walker is up to his feet, and grabs the head of Slim dragging him to his feet. A Swinging Neckbreaker and Walker takes Slim back down to his feet. Walker grabs the leg of Slim, and looks for some sort of submission but Slim is quick to use his free foot and kicks Walker towards the corner. Walker nearly hits shoulder first into the middle turnbuckle, but stops his momentum. Slim uses the ropes and rises to his feet. Walker turns around and charges forward. Slim scouts him and rolls while using Walker's momentum against him. Slim sends him into the opposite corner, this time his right shoulder hitting the middle turnbuckle. Slim uses a rollup.

ONE

TWO

Jacob Walker manages to kick out of it, sending both men flailing to the mat.

Lauren: This is a scrappy back and forth.

Kyle: Both men trying to gain the upper advantage.

Walker quickly rolls outside of the ring to gather himself, and hangs over the barricade near the bell. Slim sees this and rolls outside of the ring himself. Charging towards Walker, Slim is not aware that he is scouted. Walker grabs the folding metal chair from a member of the ring crew, and turns around towards Slim. Walker swings wildly, but Slim manages to duck it. Instead, Slim sends a kick to the gut of Walker that doubles him over. Slim uses a piledriver to nearly spike Walker into the floor below as the referee has a ten count going.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Slim is up to his feet and slides back into the ring. The referee continues to count as Walker is on the outside.

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

Jacob Walker begins to stir.

EIGHT

Walker up to one knee.

NINE

Jacob Walker quickly dives back into the ring as Slim is ready for him. Slim reaches down to grab Walker, but with the referee behind the back of Slim we see Walker rake the eyes of Slim much to the boos of the crowd.

Kyle: Smart thinking!

Lauren: And illegal!

Slim backs up and covers his face, trying to gain his eye sight back. Walker smiles and raises back him to his feet. The referee has no idea what happened and tries to check on Slim. In pain, Slim drops to one knee, as Walker is able to take advantage and uses Word Of God (Hidden Blade) sending Slim hard to the mat. Walker covers.

ONE

TWO

THRE- NO!

Lauren: Slim has kicked out! The veteran still fighting this!

Walker cannot believe it. He raises up to his feet and looks over at the referee. The ref confirms it was not a three count as Walker runs his mount, slapping his hands three times. He is sure it was a three. This gives Slim enough time to shake it off, and slowly rises up to his feet. Walker pushes past the referee and lifts Slim up looking for Walker's Way (Go To Sleep) but Slim is able to slide off of his shoulder. As he does, he manages to rake the eyes of Walker with the ref out of position.

Lauren: Slim giving back a little of what he got!

Slim grabs Walker and hits Annihilation (Hammerlock/Legsweep DDT) sending Walker to the mat. Slim covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Lauren: What a win for Slim!

Murphy: The winner of the match... SLIM!

We see a highlight reel of the match as Slim heads back up the entrance ramp with another win in the record books.

We cut to the ring, where CJ Houston stands in the center, a microphone in one hand and a black leather portfolio bearing the FWP logo on the front. In front of him is a table with a black tablecloth draped over it with a high-backed leather chair on either side. In front of each chair is a microphone. On a pedestal in the corner of the ring is the FWP Prestige Championship.

CJ: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the formal contract signing for our main event at Florida Wrestling Prestige: PRIME… the FINAL ROUND of the Prestige Championship Tournament!

The crowd comes unglued, with a deafening chorus of cheers ripping through the stands.

Lauren: This should be a relatively straightforward event. Both of the competitors are crowd favorites.

Kyle: Are you kidding me? We could be on the verge of the nastiest divorce in history!

Lauren: Are you being serious right now?

Kyle: Of course I am! I have it on good authority that divorce attorneys all across the country are already in a bidding war over these two!

Lauren: Ugh… You’re the absolute worst.

CJ: At this time, I’d like to bring out the two competitors for this match. Introducing first, hailing from Inglewood, California… he is… DAMON GRAVES!!!

Once the intro to “Dirty Angel” begins to play, the camera pans to the entrance ramp, where Damon stands with his head down. He brings his hands together, knuckles out, and the camera focuses on the tattoos spelling “Stay Down” as he raises his head. Once the main melody hits, he splits his hands and saunters towards the ring. He briefly wraps one of his arms around the ring post, resting it on the turnbuckle. He scans the audience for a moment before entering the ring. Damon approaches the table, running a hand along the edge as CJ places the portfolio on the table and gestures toward one of the chairs. Arching an eyebrow at CJ, Damon approaches the pedestal, studying the features of the Prestige Championship before making his way into one of the chairs.

Kyle: Any chance we might see Damon Graves put CJ through the table?

Lauren: You’re kidding me, right?

Kyle: Aww, come on! You can’t tell me you weren’t thinking the same thing.

Lauren: Actually, I can.

CJ: And now, introducing the other finalist, hailing from Long Beach, California… the Steel Angel… AURORA GRAVES!!!

The stage floods with blood red light as the intro to “Roots” begins to play over the sound system. The music pauses as the lights suddenly go out. As the music kicks back in, a blast of red pyro explodes from the ceiling as Aurora emerges on the stage, standing on the top of the entrance ramp and red spotlights scan the entire arena. As strobe lights flash, she then makes her way down the ramp, then climbs up the ring steps onto the apron. She then stands facing the outside of the ring, places one foot on the bottom rope, grabs the top rope and backflips into the ring as the house lights come back on.

Lauren: You gotta feel for Aurora Graves. To have fought as hard as she’s had to fight these last few weeks, only to have her own husband standing between her and the one thing that’s eluded her throughout her entire career… singles -

Kyle: All I know is that I’m sure there’s a ton of guys chomping at the bit for a chance once she’s single!

Lauren: EXCUSE ME! Don’t interrupt! That woman has been in many high profile matches – some of them with singles gold on the line, but she’s never been able to grasp that final brass ring. The fact that this latest opportunity is against her husband has to feel like some sort of cruel joke.

Kyle: You mean like a man trying to keep his wife from accomplishing said dream? Gotcha.

Lauren: I… Kyle, you’re hopeless.

Kyle: Maybe so, but you have to admit I’m right.

Lauren: I don’t have to admit anything.

Aurora walks to the pedestal, staring at the championship before shooting a quick glance at crowd. She then approaches the table, her eyes locked onto her husband as she walks to the other chair. With a smile and a wink of her eye, she sits down, tenting her hands in front of her.

CJ: Alright, now, I’m almost certain that the two of you will keep this civil.

Damon leans back in his chair, rolling his eyes as Aurora glances off to the side, chuckling lightly.

Aurora: CJ, this is really just a formality. We might as well get down to business.

Damon: Yeah… let’s just get this over with.

Kyle: So when do we get to the part where they fight over who gets custody of their kids?

Lauren: You are the absolute worst! Besides, you know damn well she’d sooner put YOU through that table rather than give you the time of day.

CJ pushes the portfolio toward Damon, who instead pushes it toward his wife.

Damon: Ladies first, Harley...

Aurora smirks at her husband as she opens the portfolio, takes the pen CJ pulls from out of his jacket pocket, and looks over the contract in front of her. Staring her husband down, she then puts pen to paper before pushing both the contract and the pen across the table.

Aurora: Your turn...

Kyle: If looks could kill… Damon Graves would be cremated right in front of all of us.

Lauren: Now you’re just being ridiculous.

Damon picks up the pen, twirling it around in his fingers as he goes over the contract, then signs it himself. He closes the portfolio, slaps the pen on top of it, then pushes it back toward CJ, all while staring across the table at his wife.

CJ: Now, everything’s official. In two weeks, these two – husband and wife – will face off to determine once and for all, the first ever FWP Prestige Championship!

CJ gestures toward the championship belt as Damon and Aurora both bolt up from their respective seats.

Kyle: SEE!? I told you they weren’t going to keep this civil! These things ALWAYS turn into a fight.

Lauren: Um…

Damon and Aurora both toss their microphones off to the side, then lean across the table. There’s an inaudible exchange of words between husband and wife, and CJ is looking on, as if looking for an escape route.

Kyle: Yeah, I called it! This is about to get ugly!

The exchange between Damon and Aurora continues for a moment, before we see a wild-eyed Aurora nod her head. She and Damon then grab the table and flip it over, letting it bounce legs-up on the ring ropes as CJ quickly scrambles out of the ring. At that point, they both begin to laugh as they walk over to the microphones they tossed seconds ago. They then move to the ropes, leaning against the top rope with smiles on their faces.

Lauren: You were saying?

Kyle: But I…

Lauren: For once, just shut up!

Damon: Come on… did you really expect us to throw down in front of everybody like so many other contract signings?

Damon pauses as the crowd cheers.

Aurora: You should know us better than that!

Husband and wife share a laugh before turning to each other.

Damon: No… we’re saving all of that for Prime, when that baby right over there...

He points at the championship belt.

Damon: Comes home with yours truly...

Aurora looks at Damon with a raised eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.

Aurora: You mean me...

Damon smirks.

Damon: Harley...

He points at Aurora and the smirk on his face stretches into a grin that seems to say “I see what you did there.”

Aurora: It doesn’t matter. We’ll settle this at Prime.

“Dirty Angel” begins to play as Damon and Aurora make their way out of the ring, taking one last look at the Prestige Championship before heading up the ramp.

We move back into the arena as Liam Murphy is standing center ring.

Murphy: We are ready for your MAIN EVENT!

The crowd cheers.

Murphy: First... from Oceanside, California... he is DONOVAN BASCH!

Once the opening chords of "Devil" echo through the arena, Donovan emerges from the backstage area, taking his time to survey the arena and the fans attending the event. He makes his way to the ring with his eyes laser-focused. Once he reaches the ring, he performs a standing jump from the floor to the apron, pausing long enough to shoot one last look over his shoulder before entering the ring.

Murphy: And his opponent.... from Milwaukee, Wisconsin... GRAYSON VEX!

The arena darkens as haunting whispers and the melancholic melody of Marilyn Manson's "The Nobodies" fill the air. A spotlight illuminates Grayson Vex at the top of the ramp, clad in impeccably styled vintage attire. His charming smile beams as he descends to the ring, interacting warmly with fans who reach out for handshakes and selfies. The atmosphere is one of allure and charisma, drawing the audience into his captivating presence. The music's haunting undertones hint at hidden depths beneath his affable exterior, setting the stage for the enigmatic duality of Grayson Vex.

DING DING

The referee calls for the bell as the two men stare each other down. A six foot six inch, two hundred and seventy five pound Donovan Basch looks down at the six foot four inch, two hundred and thirty five pound Grayson Vex. They move in towards each other as Donovan raises his hands into the air as if looking for a lock up. Grayson moves in forward, as Donovan quickly hip checks Vex taking him down to one knee. Basch squares Vex up, and uses a hard knee to the side of the temple. Grayson takes the offense in stride, and works to shake it off looking up at Basch. Donovan reaches for the head of Vex, but Grayson shoves him off and climbs quickly to his feet. Donovan moves back towards Grayson, but is met with a Discus clothesline by Vex that surprises Basch and knocks him off of his feet with a thunderous drop to the mat.

Lauren: These two men are absolute monsters.

Kyle: I think Grayson, while being the smaller, is truly the real monster here.

Lauren: And that is why-

Kyle: I got to know Grayson Vex a bit backstage before the show... and wow... that man has... demons.

The crowd pops for the strong beginning to the match, both men looking to show their early dominance.

Lauren: Donovan is a former WCG West Coast Champion.

Kyle: Either of these men could easily be in the Main Event at PRIME.

Lauren: That is something I can agree with.

Grayson reaches down and drags Donovan up to his feet. A strong European Uppercut sends Donovan backing up. A second European Uppercut from Vex, and Donovan's back is to the corner.

Lauren: This is not where Donovan Basch wants to be!

Grayson Vex charges forward with a back elbow crushing Donovan Basch into the corner. He steps back and hits a second one. Grayson steps back once more and hits a third one, sending Donovan down to one knee. Vex does not let up, and drags the larger Donovan Basch to hit feet. Grayson looks to whip Donovan, but Basch manages to stop his feet from moving and blocks it. Grayson tries again, and again Donovan blocks it. Grayson Vex decides to surprise Donovan with a European Uppercut once more, and follows it with a hard whip into the ropes. Donovan Basch hits the ropes and rebounds, running directly into a wicked Spinebuster from Grayson Vex!

Kyle: Wow! Did you see that! I thought the ring was going to break!

Lauren: What impact!

Grayson immediately drops for the cover.

ONE

T--

Donovan Basch manages to kick, as he shoves Grayson off. Basch wisely rolls himself to the outside of the ring trying to control the pace of the match.

Lauren: Smart thinking by Basch. Stopping the momentum of Grayson Vex.

Donovan tries to shake it off outside of the ring, as Grayson Vex drops to the mat and decides to roll outside of the ring himself much to the dismay of the referee. Grayson looks over at Donovan, who has not fully realized what Grayson is up to. Vex quickly rounds the corner and charges at Donovan Basch. Basch manages to look up at the last moment, and side steps Vex like a raging bull and sends Grayson shoulder first into the barricade. The referee is forced to begin a ten count.

ONE

TWO

Donovan heads over to Grayson, and grabs him by the head. Dragging Vex to his feet, Donovan uses a powerful suplex to send Grayson to the floor with the hard cement having no give.

THREE

FOUR

Donovan wisely rolls back into the ring. But then rolls back out to reset the ten count.

Lauren: A veteran of the squared circle, Donovan Basch knows to keep track of that ten count.

Vex holds his back in pain, with one hand on the barricade to help himself up to his feet. Donovan charges over towards Grayson, and spins him around. Basch uses a series of repeated strikes to the body as the referee once again begins a new ten count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Grayson acts almost as if he is taking the strikes in stride. Donovan finishes them off with a headbutt, nearly busting Grayson Vex open. Grayson quickly reverses positions with Basch, this time with Donovan's back at the barricade. Grayson reels off a series of repeated strikes of his own.

FOUR

FIVE

Grayson uses a headbutt of his own, almost as if he is one-upping the larger Basch.

Kyle: Grayson Vex is not one to be messed with!

SIX

Grayson grabs the arm of Donovan Basch and drags him towards the ring, forcing him to roll back into the ring. Grayson rolls back into the ring following him. Grayson heads to a corner, and looks to be trying to tear off the top turnbuckle. The referee moves over and stops him. Grayson backs off as Donovan manages to get to one knee, but Grayson seems re-energized and heads over right for him. Grabbing the head of Donovan, Grayson says something into his face before he quickly lifts him to his feet and looks for another Discus Clothesline. Basch has it scouted and ducks it. Vex slides behind Basch, and uses Trust Fall (A sudden, deceptive roll-up pin attempt, catching opponents off guard) without warning. The referee drops for the count.

ONE

TWO

THR--

No! Donovan Basch manages to power out of it!

Lauren: That was close!

Kyle: Grayson Vex should look to end this sooner than later!

Grayson is not happy, and complains to the referee. He gets to his feet and argues with the referee. This gives Donovan a chance to come to. He climbs back up to his feet, as Grayson charges forward. Donovan with a kick to the gut, he grabs Grayson and hits a Vertical Suplex Side Slam sending Grayson down to the mat. Donovan with the cover.

ONE

TWO

T----

No! Grayson Vex powers out of it himself!

Lauren: Complaining to the referee gave Basch a bit of time to try and turn the tables.

Donovan Basch to one knee, and pushes back up to his feet. Grayson manages to wisely roll himself back to the outside of the ring. Donovan does not let up, and gives immediate chase. He rolls outside of the ring himself following Grayson's lead. Vex makes his way over to the barricade. The referee works to fix the top turnbuckle which has completely come undone exposing the bare metal. Donovan charges forward towards him. He grabs Grayson from behind, but Vex kicks back catching Basch in the groin. The referee is still inside of the ring and does not see this. The fans boo loudly.

Kyle: A great way to take advantage!

Lauren: What a cheap shot.

Kyle: What the referee doesn't see...

Grayson grabs Donovan by the head and sends him back into the ring. Still groaning in pain, Basch is grabbed by the head by Grayson Vex and is lifted to his feet. Grayson hits Facade Breaker (A sudden, high-impact DDT, executed with a surprising ferocity) sending Donovan back down to the mat. Grayson covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Kyle: What a win for Grayson Vex!

Lauren: A tainted win.

Kyle: Still a win in the records!

Grayson lifts to his feet as the referee holds his arm up.

Murphy: The winner of the match... GRAYSON VEX!

Lauren: And with that... we will see you in two weeks for FWP Presents: PRIME!

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