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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gainesville, FL - 08/14/2024 Aug 12, 2024 18:43:51 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Aug 12, 2024 18:43:51 GMT -5

Wednesday August 14th, 2024
Gainesville, Florida
Live Event RP Deadline: 11PM Eastern Time Tuesday August 13th

Aurora Graves opens FWP Scion with the Prestige Championship

Opening Bout
Willow Quinn vs Darcy Graves
(A couple of FPW Newcomers open the show and go head-to-head.)

Match 2
Danielle Basch vs Alice Payne
(Danielle Basch returns to the card after having PRIME off. She takes on recent signee Alice Payne)

Match 3
Luther Wolf vs Donovan Basch
(A new talent to FPW takes on Donovan who is coming off of having PRIME off.)

Match 4
Tom Carradine vs Nathaniel Dixon
(Both coming off of losses at PRIME, both men look to get back to their winning ways.)

Match 5
Donnie Harris vs Avery Miles III
(Donnie Harris continued his winning ways at PRIME, and we saw that former champion AM3 had signed. He makes his debut here in Florida.)

Match 6
Slim vs Grayson Vex
(After not coming out of PRIME with a win, both Slim and Grayson look to battle and earn a spot higher in the rankings.)

Pre-Main Event
Kelsi Ross vs Bia
(Kelsi Ross has been dominant as of late, she looks to make more of a push towards a title shot as she takes on Bia.)

Main Event
Coastal Championship Match
Stella Basch vs Owen Traeger vs Griffin Hawkins vs Alexandria Duvall vs Andrew Raynes

(A 20 Minute Time Limit; Pinfalls and Submissions will continue until the time is up. Whomever scores the final Pinfall or Submission will leave Scion the Coastal Champion)

OFF:
Greenie Nelson
Adrienne Blaque
Aurora Graves
Damon Graves

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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gainesville, FL - 08/14/2024 Aug 12, 2024 18:44:46 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Aug 12, 2024 18:44:46 GMT -5

The intro to “Roots” by In This Moment cues up as lights flash around the stage in time to the music. The crowd cheers as the vocals kick in, but intensify as the main riff hits and the FWP Prestige Champion Aurora Graves bursts through the curtain, holding her recently-won championship belt high over her head, letting out a primal scream as she takes the stage. She soaks in the scene for a moment, closing her eyes and smiling before making her way down the ramp and to the ring, moving from one side of the aisle to the other to greet the fans. As she reaches the ring, she sprints around the perimeter, high-fiving all of the fans at ringside before rounding her way back to the ring steps. She gets a running start, and hops up onto the center part of the apron, completely bypassing the steps. Slipping through the ropes, she points at each corner in turn, gauging which section of the crowd has the biggest response.

Liam Murphy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEW FWP Prestige Champion, the Steel Angel… AURORA GRAVES!!!

Aurora gives a nod to the ring announcer before mounting the turnbuckle farthest from the entrance ramp, once again raising the Prestige Championship over her head. She then hops down and signals for a microphone as the music fades out.

*CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT!

*CLAP-CLAP, CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Crowd: YOU DESERVE IT!

Aurora stands in the center of the ring, trying to hide the fact that she’s blushing by letting her long blonde hair fall in front of her face, but there’s no hiding the smile on her face. She looks around, still smiling as she takes in the crowd’s chants. She sighs as she shakes her head and raises the microphone to her lips.

Aurora: GAINESVILLE, FLORIDA!!!

The crowd roars at the mention of their city and Aurora scans the crowd, nodding her head.

Aurora: Welcome to FWP SCION!

Another roar from the crowd as Aurora’s smile grows even wider. She waits for the noise to die down, then continues.

Aurora: I can’t even begin to tell you guys how good it feels to be holding this right here...

She pauses, draping the championship belt over her shoulder.

Aurora: There was a time when being a champion was the furthest thing from my mind, because I never stuck around a company long enough for them to let me take things to the next level. Not because they didn’t want me...

She lowers her gaze, glancing momentarily at the mat beneath her feet before looking back out at the crowd.

Aurora: But because I didn’t want them to find out what was going on with me beyond the ring.

She pauses again, biting her lip.

Aurora: If you’ve followed my career, you know my story. When I signed my first major contract over eight years ago, my mind was screaming at me that it would end up like every other place I’d been before. I’d maybe have a few good matches and then decide to move on before I called too much attention to myself, and I actually HAD to let people take a look behind the proverbial curtain.

She shakes her head.

Aurora: But then I met someone that helped me to see things differently; to look at things through new eyes. And it didn’t hurt that this individual had the most beautiful pair of green eyes I’d ever seen...

The crowd again cheers at the subtle mention of her husband’s name.

Aurora: Yeah… I don’t even have to say it. You know, I tried to convince my husband to come out here with me, but he straight up told me this: “Harley, this is YOUR moment. You fought your ass off in that ring, and you deserve to stand there on your own.”

Her voice begins to crack as she fights back tears.

Aurora: I told him that we BOTH fought our asses off in that match, and that I wouldn’t even be there if it wasn’t for him. But you all know how stubborn Damon Marius Graves is...

She chuckles as the crowd lets out a laugh at the mention of Damon’s full name. She clears her throat and continues.

Aurora: But this is where the real work begins. It’s not enough for me to merely stand here and say that I hold the honor of being your FIRST EVER PRESTIGE CHAMPION!

She shakes her head.

Aurora: No… I have to show the rest of the roster, and more importantly, I have to show all of YOU...

She points a finger out at the crowd, dragging it through the air as she slowly rotates her body.

Aurora: That I deserve to call myself a champion. Now, I’ve held championship gold before, but that was different. Every other time I had a championship belt draped over this shoulder...

She grips the belt at the center medallion as it rests on her shoulder.

Aurora: I had someone sharing the title of champion right there with me… and I had someone in my corner to back me up when it came to defending those other championships. This time, it’s all on me, so the pressure is cranked up just a little bit more.

She holds up her hand, her thumb and index finger held so close together that there’s virtually a hair’s breadth of space between them.

Aurora: But if there’s anyone in the back that thinks I’m not up for the challenge of standing – and STAYING – at the top of the mountain here in FWP, then they’re in for one hell of a reality check, because YOU BET YOUR ASS, I AM!

Again the crowd roars in support of the champion, who takes a deep breath as she glances toward the stage.

Aurora: Now, it’s just a matter of time before someone in that locker room steps up and tries to come and take what I’ve busted my ass for these last eight years to achieve, and I say… BRING IT!

She points toward the stage, almost as if she’s daring someone to come out and answer her call.

Aurora: If you’ve got the balls to come out and try me, then by all means, do it. Because this is what it’s all about right here!

She once again thrusts her title up into the air, all the while staring a hole through the curtain.

Aurora: Step right up, and show me what you’ve got, because you’re going to have to pry this from my cold, dead hands! Now hit my music and let’s get this show on the road!

As “Roots” once again begins to play over the sound system, she does one more round in the ring, saluting the fans at every side of the venue before making her way out and up the ramp. She stops at the top of the stage, raising the Prestige Championship high above her head one last time before disappearing behind the curtain.

Earlier in the evening, we open as a black SUV pulls up to the back entrance of the arena, the back door of the vehicle opens and “The Angel of Wrestling” Willow Quinn steps out. A look of excitement, yet, seriousness on the face of the blonde. She nods to the guards as she steps inside walking down the long hallway, suddenly almost being knocked over by a tall muscular figure. Startled, Willow gains her composure and starts to speak

Willow: Wa…..

Looking up and seeing Luther Wolf and instantly stops, a huge smile crossing her lips as he reaches out touching her shoulder

Luther : Shit, are you okay? I am sorry for almost knocking you over but I’m not sorry it was you. It’s always good seeing you Angel.

Willow : I’m…. I’m okay Luther. Actually, it’s great that you did run into me (laughs) . I was wanting to wish you the best in your match tonight. Though I know you got this.

Luther: Thank you beautiful and same to you, see you afterwards I hope?

He stands there with a big grin.

Willow: You definitely will handsome

The two part ways, Willow turning to enter the ladies locker room, preparing herself for her upcoming match against Darcy Graves. Changing into her new gear, ready for her new beginning. As she puts the finishing touches on her makeup and hair she can hear the huge crowd, the atmosphere full of energy.

Willow’s mind wanders , thinking back to her days at UPW where it all started. Working with a variety of people from different backgrounds and cultures but the main person who stands out is Luther. Both would flirt and make eyes at each other but neither made a first move, until now. It seemed fate had brought them back together and they were not going to waste it.

Nothing was ever handed to her. She worked hard as hell to get to where she’s at right now and she’s ready to prove herself to everyone at FPW and to the loyal fans, even herself. Hearing her name being mentioned, Willow snaps out of her thoughts, grins standing up and walks out of the locker room.

The scene fades to black as we move back into the arena.

As Sia’s “Unstoppable” starts to play, Willow emerges with her arms outstretched to the sides before she makes her way down the ramp.

Murphy: On her way to the ring... from Los Angeles, California... weighing in at 140 pounds... she is "The Angel of Wrestling" WILLOW QUINN!

The crowd response for the Angel-Faced Diva is electric as Willow steps up to the ring and stands on the bottom rope embracing the accolades before entering the ring ready for the match to begin.

The lights shut off in the arena, as chanting begins playing. A very tall man in a black cape makes his way out to the arena, as several white spotlights shine upon him. He puts his head, down as a smaller woman is raised up in front of him. She keeps her head down, and turns around revealing the word written across her back as Reaper.

Murphy: And her opponent...

Dori me
Interimo, adapare
Dori me
Ameno, Ameno

Latire
Latiremo
Dori me
Ameno

As the chanting stops, Darcy turns around flipping her hood, as the tall man drops his cape. Ciaran Page is standing behind her, as “Believer” by No Resolve & State of Mine begins playing. The lights on the stage begin to flicker red, as Darcy lets her black hair fall, then looks up hammer fisting her other hand. She then begins the walk down, as her father followed her. Darcy stops at the bottom of the ramp, as she pounds her hands together again, lightning going off in the background.

Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Darcy then climbs up on to the apron, looking into the ring. She motions, and her father opens the second rope for her, which she steps through. Darcy then goes over undoing the sash letting her Gi fall behind her, as her father catches it. He then steps out of the ring, as the announcer speaks.

Murphy: From Dublin, Ireland, weighing 9.5 St, she is the Reaper, DARCY GRAVES!

Darcy backs off, then goes over to where her father is standing to get a last-minute coach. She then watched, waiting, anticipating the fight.

Lauren: Welcome to FWP Scion! This is our Opening Match for the night, the debut of two new signees.

DING DING

The referee calls for the bell.

The match begins as Darcy charges forward. She quickly sends a dropkick to Willow, sending her backwards into the ropes. Back up to her feet, Darcy pulls on Willow’s legs so that she is just enough away from the ropes as she uses a catapult sending Quinn across the ring through the air. Willow crashes hard face first.

Kyle: Wow... she is not playing around!

Darcy is quickly up to her feet, she heads over to Willow, but Quinn is quick to kick out Graves’s feet from under her as Darcy falls back onto her backside. Quickly kipping up, Willow is up to her feet as Darcy pushes up to his feet as well. Quinn uses a dropkick to knock Darcy back down. Quinn covers.

ONE

Kickout by Darcy as she pushes Willow back. Both of them back to their feet, Darcy Graves slides behind Willow and grabs her from behind. Willow struggles to break the hold, but Darcy lifts her for a Belly-to-Back Suplex. Driving her to the mat, Darcy covers.

ONE

And Willow kicks out of it.

Lauren: Some early back and forth by both ladies.

Kyle: I am not minding this, at all!

Willow uses the ropes and climbs back up. Darcy pushes up from her knees and gets to her feet. Willow charges forward and connects with a missile dropkick. Darcy crumples grabbing her stomach. Willow is back at her feet and grabs the head of Graves. She whips Darcy into the corner and proceeds to hit a Handspring Corner Splash. Darcy takes the impact and drops hard to her knees. Willow keeps on the offense as she drags Darcy back up. She lifts her up to her shoulders and hits a Spinning Powerbomb. Willow covers.

ONE

TWO

TH---NO!

Another kickout by Darcy Graves.

Lauren: Both quite resilient!

Willow climbs back up to a vertical base. She calls for the crowd to get behind her, and they cheer and do. She grabs the head of Darcy Graves and drags her to her feet. Darcy shoves her off and kicks Willow in the stomach. Doubled over, Darcy grabs Willow for a Ura-Nage. Driving Quinn's back to the mat, she covers.

ONE

TWO

And Willow kicks out.

Kyle: She should try to end this!

Darcy gets back to her feet. She grabs the head of Willow Quinn and drags her up. Darcy hits Grave Keeper (Bridging dragon suplex) as she holds it for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Lauren: What a great showing by both ladies!

Murphy: The winner of the match... DARCY GRAVES!

We get a video package for tonight's Main Event that plays.

Murphy: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Wilmington, Delaware, weighing in at 130 pounds, this is Alice Payne!!!

Light’s Go Out as the lyrics Cross my heart and hope to die as lyrics Don't you know I'm dangerous? Fire burning in my blood I got this handled, I don't need rescuing out walk Alice Payne right hand on her hip with a smirk left hand down by the side walking down nonchalantly towards the ring. Get to Ring Steps as she walks up the ring steps as she enters ring in under top rope as her hands on hips as she roles her eyes as she leans against the turn buckle.

Kyle: Considering that Alice Payne’s last match ended in a double disqualification, I have a feeling that she’s gonna try to make short work of her opponent tonight…

Lauren: Somehow, I doubt that’s going to be happening….

Murphy: And her opponent, from Oceanside, California, weighing in at 125 pounds, she is Danielle Basch!!!

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.

Lauren: After not being a part of our first Premier Live Event, I would think that Danielle would chomping at the bit to build some momentum here in Florida Wrestling Prestige…

Kyle: What were you saying? I was distracted….

Lauren: Earth to chauvanist…. We have a match to commentate on.. Or would you rather have a little chat with her husband?

Kyle: Er, let’s get back to the action…

As the referee signals for the bell, the two women go to square up, only for Payne to rock Basch with a stiff forearm to the head. A couple of stiff jabs keep Basch dazed just long enough for her foe to bring her to the mat with a discus lariat.

Kyle: Payne starting off aggressively…

Payne grabs a handful of Basch’s hair and pulls her back up to her feet, only to have Danielle take her breath away with a vicious kneelift, causing Alice to lose her grip. Basch creates space between the two of them, giving her an opportunity to catch Payne under the chin with a lethal Yakuza kick.

Lauren: Advantage shift to Basch… Now let’s see if she can capitalize…

Danielle whips Alice into the ropes and catches her on the rebound with a Sling Blade. Both women drop to the mat, allowing Danielle to cover Alice.

ONE!!

TW- Kickout!

Kyle: Not even a two count. Alice Payne still has a bit left in her tank…

As both women get back to their feet, they go for a tie-up. But Basch feints and jars Payne with a reverse Neckbreaker. As Alice lays on the mat clutching her neck, Danielle hits a picture perfect Standing Moonsault.

Lauren: While Payne is stunned, this is the perfect opportunity to go for the win!

Danielle drags Alice over to the corner.

Kyle: Looks like she’s setting Payne up for a high risk maneuver….

Danielle springs to the top rope, signalling to the crowd that something big is coming.

Lauren: If she hits this, it’s all over…

Danielle launches herself off of the top rope, flattening Alice with her Riptide (Shooting Star Senton) finisher. The referee slides into position to count the fall.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

The referee signals for the bell to be rung, ending the match. Once Danielle is back on her feet, he raises her arm in victory.

Murphy: The winner of the match, via pinfall, DANIELLE BASCH!!!

The arena lights go dark and Amadeus Electric Quartet's cover of Falco's cult hit, "Rock Me Amadeus" begins to play. The crowd recognizes the music and roars as it gets to its feet. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance stage and the Amadeus of Wrestling stands in the middle of it with outstretched arms and his gaze towards the heavens.

Liam Murphy: On his way to the ring... from Los Angeles, California... weighing in at 215 pounds... he is "THE AMADEUS OF WRESTLING" LUTHER WOLF!

After basking in the crowd’s immense welcome, Luther Wolf begins to make his way to the ring, interacting with some members of the crowd. Once in the ring, he hops on one of the turnbuckles and outstretches his arms again and looks up towards the rafters. After another bask of adulation, he focuses on the task at hand.

Kyle: Would you take a look at that specimen of humanity? What an impressive physique!

Chloe groans.

Lauren: The question is, does he have the in-ring ability to stand up against a veteran like Donovan Basch to go along with that physique?

Kyle: Oh, you’ll see soon enough.

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.

Lauren: The eyes say it all… Donovan Basch looks ready to go, and he’s burning a hole through that young man, Luther Wolf!

Kyle: Don’t let him rattle you, Luther! Sure, he’s big, but…

Lauren: But, nothing! You know exactly what he’s capable of!

Donovan tosses his ring coat to the outside, never once taking his eyes of Luther. As the bell rings, both men come charging full-speed into the center of the ring.

Lauren: There we go, these two are tearing into each other straight out of the gate!

Kyle: This is Luther’s match to win, though. If he can wear the big man down, then he’ll have this in the bag!

Donovan begins to get the upper hand, whipping Luther into the ropes and blasting him on the rebound with a clothesline that nearly takes his head off. Luther rolls away to avoid being grabbed by the big man and slides under the bottom rope to regroup. Outside the ring, Wolf shakes off the cobwebs while Basch paces like a caged animal in the ring, yelling at him to get back in.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Kyle: Look at him, goading Luther Wolf to climb back into the ring with him! Take your time, Luther. Make him wait! You’ve got a whole ten-count to catch your breath.

Lauren: You and I both know that Donovan Basch isn’t going to be content with a count-out victory, and I’m certain that Luther Wolf doesn’t want to start his career like that, either.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Inside the ring, Donovan is getting visibly annoyed with the young newcomer, opting to take matters into his own hands. He drops down and rolls out of the ring after Luther, who ducks behind the ring steps and ambushes Basch with an open-handed chop to the throat that sends the big man reeling. Meanwhile, the referee has reset the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Donovan is coughing, trying to catch his breath after that throat shot, but Luther is quick to capitalize. He grabs Basch by the hair and delivers a kick to the midsection before taking him around the corner to the ring steps.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Wolf goes to slam Basch’s face down into the steel ring steps, but Donovan blocks it with his hands and glares back at his opponent.

Lauren: Uh-oh… now he’s getting mad!

Kyle: “Getting” mad? This guy’s been bellowing like a bull with a rock in his hoof since the bell rang!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Indeed, Donovan reaches around the ring post, grabs hold of Luther’s arm, and pulls with every ounce of strength he possesses to send Wolf colliding face first into the post. He then picks his smaller opponent up by the hair and rolls him back into the ring just as the referee reaches a count of nine. At the split second before the referee reaches 10, Donovan manages to get back into the ring.

Lauren: And by the skin of his teeth, Donovan Basch makes it back into the ring.

Kyle: Aww… Luther almost had the win there!

Donovan quickly moves in on Luther, who is slow to get to his feet. Donovan pulls him up and slaps him hard across the face to wake him up. The two then go back to slugging it out in the center of the ring, with Luther managing to duck a massive right hand from Donovan. He pushes him away and runs the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and comes charging at Basch with a full head of steam, ducking a clothesline attempt by the big man and bouncing off the ropes on the opposite side. He charges back at Basch with a crossbody, but Donovan catches him in mid-air, baring his teeth as he holds him up. Luther does his best to try and wriggle out of the hold, but is sent clear across the ring by a brutal fallaway slam. Luther arches his back, grabbing at his lower back as he howls in pain.

Lauren: OH! That’s gonna be sore in the morning!

Kyle: Oh… where’s Willow Quinn when you need her? Someone go get her!

Lauren: You know that the moment she does try to come out and help Luther, Donovan’s wife is gonna be right on her heels.

Kyle: I… oh. Never mind. Come on, Luther! You’ve got this!

Luther rolls onto his back and manages to push himself up, scooting back into the corner, but when he sees Donovan stalking him and realizes he’s got nowhere left to go, he tries pleading with the angry titan.

Lauren: Donovan Basch has never been the type to show mercy…

Kyle: How would you know? He’s only been in one FWP match before!

Lauren: It’s called archived footage. Learn to do some research outside of your looking up Rule 34.

Kyle: You wound me, Chloe…

Donovan reaches down to grab Luther, but Luther grabs Donovan’s arm and pulls, sending the big man off balance and face first into the top turnbuckle. As Donovan staggers back, Luther scurries out of the way. As Donovan is shaking off the effects of hitting his face on the turnbuckle, Luther bides his time, waiting for Donovan to turn around.

Kyle: Looks like there’s still some fight in Luther Wolf yet… he’s like a cobra waiting to strike!

Donovan turns around and walks right into a brutal superkick from Luther and staggers against the ropes.

Kyle: Requiem Kick! Keep on him, Luther!

Donovan slips down to the mat and Luther goes to grab him, pulling him to his knees. He then backs up and charges at the dazed Basch to deliver a punt kick, but Donovan snaps out of it in time, rolling out of the way before he can make contact. As a result, Luther lands wrong, rolling his ankle. He stumbles, dropping down to the canvas as he holds his ankle.

Kyle: That doesn’t look good…

Lauren: Wolf may have hurt himself on that punt attempt…

Donovan, smelling the proverbial blood in the water, moves in, grabbing Luther and pulling him into a pumphandle position, hoisting him up and back down with Titanfall, but doesn’t go for the pin just yet. With Luther still flat on the mat, Donovan scales the top turnbuckle, launching himself through the air and flattening Luther with a Senton Bomb.

Lauren: How does a man that big manage to fly like that?

Again, Donovan doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, he rolls through the Senton bomb and pops back up to his feet, shaking his head at Luther. He then picks Luther back up, pulling him into position for a second Titanfall. This time, Donovan goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kyle: Come on, Luther… kick out!

Lauren: If he’s got any brain matter in that skull, he’ll stay down!

THREE!

*DING DING DING*

Liam Murphy: Here is your winner… DONOVAN BASCH!!!

As “Devil” plays over the sound system, Donovan Basch gets up and the referee raises his arm. Donovan looks down at Luther and shakes his head before backflipping over the top rope and down to the floor to head up the ramp.

Last Edit: Aug 14, 2024 22:20:17 GMT -5 by Maverick Huntley III

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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gainesville, FL - 08/14/2024 Aug 12, 2024 18:44:52 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Aug 12, 2024 18:44:52 GMT -5

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.

Murphy: Inside of the ring from Laguna Beach, California... he is Tom Carradine!

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 his opponent from London, England... he is The Intellectual Evolution Nathaniel Dixon!

The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING

Dixon starts the match off with a series of Gentleman's Hooks (strikes and jabs) much to the chagrin of Carradine. Tom tries to block them, but Dixon continues with the offense. Nathaniel sends Tom off into the ropes, and Tom rebounds only to be met with a Japanese Arm Drag by Dixon. With Carradine down, Dixon uses a modified Sleeper Hold on him.

Lauren: Dixon trying to wear him down.

Tom tries to fight through it. He gets up to a vertical base, and runs backwards into the corner sending Dixon's back into the corner and breaking the hold. Dixon falls to his knees as Tom rubs his neck trying to gain his focus. He turns around, and sending a running knee to the temple of Dixon. Nathaniel falls to his stomach as Tom sends a hard kick to his shoulder. Dixon rolls over to his back as Tom uses a Jumping Elbow Drop to opponent’s chest. Tom covers.

ONE

And Dixon powers out of it.

Lauren: It might be hard for Tom to fully focus on Dixon... it seems like Alexandria Duvall was enjoying bringing up Tom's name here recently.

Kyle: She cannot help it that she is clearly a better performer.

Lauren: You never cease to let me down.

Dixon is slow up to his feet, and is met with a Leg Lariat from Tom. Dixon twists in the air and hits the mat hard. Tom decides it is his turn to try and wear down Nathaniel, so he grabs Dixon and locks in a Bow and Arrow.

Lauren: Tom Carradine showing off some technical skills!

Dixon yells in pain, and fights it. He tries to shift his weight to cause Tom to lose the hold, and it works as Dixon lands on the mat. Nathaniel rolls towards the ropes, and grabs the corner pulling to his feet. He turns around and waiting for him was a lightning fast Tom Carradine with a Superkick that connects.

Lauren: SUPERKICK!

Dixon drops like a sack of potatoes hard to the mat. Tom drops for a cover hooking a leg.

ONE

TW-

And Dixon manages to kick out.

Kyle: He does not give up!

Tom sees that he needs to end it. He rises up to his feet, and lifts Nathaniel up. Tom kicks Dixon in the stomach, doubling him over. Tom looks for All Eyes On Me (Stalling Double Underhook Brainbuster) but Nathaniel Dixon is able to reverse it and throws Tom up and over him and down his back. Tom's back skids across the mat as Nathaniel turns back towards him. Tom gets up to a seated position, as Dixon uses a series of kicks. Tom shoves Dixon back in an effort to keep momentum. Tom kips up to his feet, but Dixon returns and grabs the head of Carradine dropping down for a Sitout Jawbreaker. Tom snaps backwards as Dixon grabs his legs looking for a Sharpshooter. Tom is able to kick him off, sending Dixon stumbling backwards. Nathaniel charges forward to a standing Tom Carradine, and hits Uncharismatic (Mafia Kick) sending Tom down hard to the mat.

Lauren: UNCHARISMATIC WITHOUT WARNING!

Kyle: That looked like it hurt!

With Tom Carradine down on the mat, Dixon quickly moves into position and locks in So Very Sinful (Pentagram Choke) as Tom struggles to fight it.

Lauren: Dixon with the submission! Can Carradine fight out of it?

Tom tries to reach to the ropes, but it is no use as he is in the middle of the ring.

Kyle: Tom seems to not able to do anything.

Carradine continues to struggle, but it only further chokes him more until he cannot handle anymore and taps out. The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Dixon releases the hold.

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

Dixon's music plays as the referee checks on Tom to make sure he is okay.

Liam Murphy is standing in the ring.

Liam: Ple………

Kolby snatched the mic from.

Kolby: Go stand over there.

Liam walked over to the corner.

Kolby: Allow me to introduce someone who is clearly better than all of you, my wife the magnificent Kelsi Ross.

Money Talks plays and Kelsi makes her way to the ring to tremendous boos, she enters the ring and kisses her wife, Kolby hands her the mic.

Kelsi: Hello losers.

The fans boo.

Kelsi: Oh no Kolby all these losers are booing me whatever shall I do.

They laugh.

Kelsi: I know ignore all of you, you mean nothing to me, your boos mean nothing, are you all still upset that I beat your hero Slim fair and square at Prime, well continue to cry your tears, now about tonight, I bet all of you want to see me lose to Bia right.

There are cheers from the crowd.

Kelsi: Well it isn’t going to happen, she can cosplay like someone from Mad Max and act all tough but it’s isn’t going to make any difference, she can’t and won’t intimidate me tonight or any night, Bia what a dumb name for a person, I don’t think your parents liked you very much to give you that name, anyway tonight Bia, Prime will repeat itself you will be a loser and I will be a winner, that just how it works, sorry not sorry. Now hit my music.

As her music plays Kolby and Kelsi exit the arena.

“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: We saw both of these men trade verbal shots back and forth on X this week, not to mention Avery uses Donnie's words against him in his promo.

Kyle: Avery? Pfft. Donnie is going to wipe the floor with him.

There's a moment in your bones when, when the fire takes over
Blood is running, heart is pumping as the battle gets closer

They could say what they want now
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
'Cause we'll be screaming out
We can be heroes everywhere we go

Murphy: Making his way to the ring from Dry Branch, Georgia... AVERY MILES III!

Avery enters through the curtains much to the pop of the crowd. He takes a few steps out and takes it all in. A nod of the head and Avery walks down the entrance ramp slapping hands with as many fans as he can. Once to the ring, he rolls in under the bottom rope and pops to his feet ready for whatever is in front of him.

DING DING

The referee calls for the bell as the two men measure each other up. They lock up, with the slightly larger Harris taking control. He pulls Avery into a side headlock. Miles shoves him off as Harris backs up into the rope. Avery charges forward and uses a spinning heel kick that connects hard. Harris manages to remain vertical with the help of the ropes. He shakes it off and stomps forward. Avery is up to one knee as Harris returns the offense with a Running high knee to the temple of Miles. Avery drops to the mat as Donnie takes a seated position and begins a series of strikes. Right. Left. Right. Left. The fans boo him as the referee tells him to break it. He does not and the referee begins a five count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

And Donnie finally breaks it. He raises his arms and backs off. Avery reaches for the bottom rope and grabs it, pulling himself to the outside.

Kyle: Avery Miles is clearly overmatched here.

Lauren: I would beg to differ. He is an accomplished former champion, and knows just what it takes to deal with brutes like Harris.

Donnie drops to the mat and to the outside. He is not giving Avery Miles III any time to reset or catch his breath. Harris rounds the corner of the ring, but is met with a dropkick from Avery who was just waiting for him. Harris falls hard to the mat as Avery lands on his knees. He grabs the ring apron and pulls himself up to a vertical base. Grabbing the head of Donnie Harris, Avery rolls him back into the ring and slides in after him. Avery lifts Donnie to hit feet, and hits a Corkscrew neckbreaker taking him back down. A standing moonsault, and Avery hooks a leg for the cover.

ONE

Donnie Harris easily powers out of it.

Kyle: It will take a lot more than that to put Donnie down!

Avery pops back up to his feet, and sends a hard kick to the right shoulder of Harris. Avery tries for a second, but Harris grabs his foot and yanks Miles down to the mat. Harris climbs back to a vertical base as does Miles. Before Avery can keep the momentum on his side, Harris uses a Ninjetti Corkscrew Kick (corkscrew missile dropkick; RIP JDF) sending Miles flying and landing hard near the corner. Harris, knowing he needs to inflict pain, charges over towards his opponent. Harris lifts Avery up to his feet in the corner, and begins a series of knees in a clinched position. Holding the head of Avery, one knee after another. Taking a step back, Donnie Harris hits 1-2-3 kick combo (1-2-3 Kid style in the corner) as Avery drops face first to the mat. Harris smirks, as he rolls Avery over to his back. He covers without hooking a leg.

ONE

TWO

TH-NO!

Avery Miles III kicks out of it. Donnie cannot believe it, and complains to the referee. He says that was an obvious three, and the referee was slow counting.

Kyle: Harris is right... that WAS a slow count!

Lauren: Donnie Harris better focus back on Avery instead of complaining to the referee.

Harris gets into the face of the ref as this allows Avery to get up to his feet. Harris turns around and sends a hard kick to the right knee of Miles. It seems to almost buckle as Avery drops hard to it, yelling in pain.

Kyle: There is the pain that Harris said he would inflict!

Harris reaches out to grab Avery by the head, but Miles is able to catch him off guard with an inside cradle pin.

ONE

TWO

THR- NO!

Harris manages to power out of it barely, but clearly caught off guard. Miles grabs the ropes, and slowly rises to his feet favoring the knee. Back up to a vertical base, Avery waits for Harris to get to his feet. As he does, Avery sends a kick to his stomach, doubling him over. Avery yells and nails AMT (Lifting single underhook DDT) planting Harris on the mat. AM3 rolls him over and hooks both legs.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Murphy: The winner of the match.... AVERY MILES III!

Avery rises to his feet, favoring the knee a bit as the referee lifts his arm up. The fans pop and cheer for him.

Lauren: A win in his Florida Wrestling Prestige debut!

Kyle: I still think that it was a three count earlier.

As Avery is looking out to the crowd, Donnie Harris has gotten to hit feet. Unhappy about the outcome, he charges towards Avery. He shoves the referee out of the way and spins Avery around. He sends a hard kick to the bad knee of Miles, sending AM3 down to one knee.

Lauren: This is uncalled for!

Donnie grabs Avery and lifts him up, hitting a Uranage driving him back first into the mat. Donnie grabs the bad knee of Miles, and locks in a Sharpshooter. Avery yells loudly in pain as he fights and yells. Avery taps trying to make it stop, but Harris wrenches and torques the knee even further. The referee works to break it, but Harris has it held in tight. He torques the knee more as four backstage production employees come running down the ramp. They slide into the ring and along with the referee they make Harris break it. They back Donnie off and force him out of the ring as they check on the knee of Miles.

Lauren: Someone get a doctor out here!

Kyle: Donnie Harris DID say he would do whatever it takes!

Harris pushes off the staff and heads up the entrance ramp, clearly happy with himself as we see a video replay of the finish of the match.

Donnie Harris is seen backstage after being forcibly escorted from the ring, clearly angry about the match, as he kicks over displays and pushes the large stage boxes out of his way. CJ Houston runs after Donnie, camera and microphone ready to go.

CJ: Donnie! Mr. Harris! Wait up!

Donnie stops, fists tightly clenching, as he turns slowly, looking at the interviewer.

CJ: Donnie, what... What happened out there?

Donnie: What happened out there was a lesson in what brutality is, CJ. Avery wants to come in here and take a win; fine, but to lecture me about what’s right and wrong? I’m sorry, but no one schools the Eliminator, and I taught you that pain is the primary objective. I hope you’re feeling that knee all the way to the next episode of Scion, because I know that I’ll be looking forward to making you feel it all over again.

CJ: You’re still relatively new here in FWP, as is FWP, so has anything really changed for you?

Donnie looks at CJ, sweat dripping off his nose. He stops to think, and then he grabs the interviewer by the lapels, lifting him off the ground and holding him to the wall.

Donnie: Let me be crystal clear with you...

Donnie looks and nods at the camera.

Donnie: ...and the rest of the FWP fans right now...

Donnie glares back at CJ, getting right into his face, growling his next words.

Donnie: People want to think that this sport is purely for entertainment, and they’re wrong. This is my livelihood, my future; my money. I do this to earn my keep and make my way through this wretched life, and there is nothing anyone is going to tell me to prove it otherwise. Not Avery, not Stella or the Basches, not the Graveses, not the boss himself: I’m here to win by any means necessary, and now, whatever happens after, I will leave it on whoever’s stupid enough to think I’m that nice a guy, especially when you try to tell me what to do and how to do it.

Donnie drops CJ back to his feet as he continues his way to the locker room in ominous silence.

We see a preview for tonight's Semi Main Event as the cameras once again show C.J. Houston backstage, who is just catching up with Andrew Raynes.

Houston: Sorry about all of that, Mr. Raynes.

Andrew nods in understanding.

Houston: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce my guest here at this time. One of five competing members of the Coastal Championship match tonight, Andrew Raynes.

The crowd jeers loudly as Andrew steps into the shot, looking confident in his gear as he's ready to go tonight.

Houston: Andrew, let.me get your thoughts heading into tonight's main event.

Andrew: My thoughts? I'm up against four other people who believe this match is theirs before even stepping into the ring for it. Hell, Griffin, in all his arrogance, was already claiming the title as he was signing his contract into this company.

My thoughts are that I'm staring at four other people who clearly believe they need this match more than anything in order to live up to their ridiculous pedestals they've set up for themselves and I'm going to enjoy knocking them off each one of them.

Houston: Do you feel any pressure given that this is a title match?

Andrew smirks looking at Houston for a second before answering.

Andrew: I'm not under any pressure to win this match. It's no different when I went up against Bia two weeks ago. She was someone who needed to be in this match and she came up short. The other four need this because they need to feel that relevance, that validation of why they're here in this company and this business.

I'm not under pressure to perform, I'm at an age and level of experience where I can walk down there to that ring and do what I do best. I can talk a big game because I can absolutely back it up because I'm not afraid to lose. I've called myself a freight train because from the minute I get started, I'm not going to stop unless you find a way to derail me and stop me in my tracks.

Andrew laughs as Houston stays composed, he offers one final question going into tonight.

Houston: Any final words.

Andrew: Be aware of the eleventh hour, it comes down to whoever has the final fall when the time expires and it's going to come down to whatever it takes in order to secure that belt. These four need to look deep down and ask themselves if they'll have what it takes to do what is necessary to win that belt because I won't be ashamed to use the last five seconds to steal the match from right under your nose.

Andrew smirks and walks away.

Houston: Back to you guys.

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.

Murphy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First inside of the ring from Milwaukee, Wisconsin... he is GRAYSON VEX!

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 the man known as SLIM!

The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING

Lauren: We've seen that Slim has a chip on his shoulder. Many people thought he would be a better part of the title picture, and unfortunately it seems like Damon Graves and Kelsi Ross are in his way.

Kyle: He DID call Damon "The Lesser Graves".

Lauren: Neither Aurora nor Damon took kindly to that.

The match begins as Grayson stomps forward. The larger Slim stops him in his tracks and catches him with a strike to the stomach. Another strike. And a third. And a well powered clothesline to take Vex down to his mat. Looking up at Slim, Grayson is surprised that Slim is coming out so hot.

Lauren: Perhaps Slim has a fire lit under him. He wants to make an impression as to why he should be in the title picture more?

Kyle: A win here over Vex might shake up the rankings a bit!

Vex climbs to his feet as Slim heads towards the ropes. He returns back towards Grayson delivering a big elbow to the temple. Vex stumbles backwards as Slim grabs him and hits a powerful t-bone suplex. He drives Vex down to the mat. Not yet going for a cover, Slim grabs the leg of Vex and locks in a Kneebar.

Lauren: Slim looking to wear Vex's knee down, and take his legs out from under him.

Vex twists and turns, trying to get out of it. He looks over towards the ropes and claws his way towards them. Slim wrenches on the knee but Vex manages to grab the bottom rope. Slim keeps the hold as the referee starts the five count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

And Slim releases it, as Vex grabs his knee is pain.

Lauren: Slim clearly wants to make a statement to Maverick Huntley and the crowd!

Kyle: I cannot blame him!

The referee backs Slim up as Vex tries to pull up to a vertical base. As he does, his back is to Slim who pushes past the referee. Slim sends a hard strike to square between the shoulders of Vex. Grayson catches the ropes with both hands, as Slim spins him back towards him. Slim grabs the smaller Vex and lifts him up.

Lauren: SLIM LOOKING FOR THE F U UP!

Slim hits “The F-U-Up” (Place the opponent on my shoulders but when flipping them off and over their head/neck region lands on my knee) as Vex holds the back of his neck in pain. Slim, wanting to make sure to end it, grabs the head of Vex and drags him slowly back up to a vertical base. Slim hits Annihilation (Hammerlock/Legsweep DDT) dropping Vex back to the mat.

Kyle: Vex is done. That is quite clear!

Slim smiles as he covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING

Slim shoves off of Vex back to his feet, raising his right arm into the air proud of the showing he gave the crowd.

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

We see a reply of the finish as Slim makes his way back up the ramp with a confidence.

After the gruesome match we'd just witness, the cameras cut to the back. The cheers of the crowd echo while a hallway filled with the many talents behind the FWP team is seen scattering around. Production staff, Wrestlers, On air personalities. All of the components compiled together in one hallway. There were too many sounds and people to be able to focus on one specific group. That is, until one sound cracks into the setting.

Click.

The sounds of heels clicking echoes throughout the halls, as a female dressed in black walks in front of the camera. Her back is the only thing visible, along with her silky brown hair resting on her tender shoulders. Though hard to see, it can be told that she was holding something against her palms, but it wasn’t visible enough to figure out what exactly it was. Her steps kept the same pace, the sounds of the halls seemed to be completely drowned out besides the constant clicking of her heels. That is, until she stops. Her eyes glare up at the door in front of her, before slowly turning the knob and pushing the door open, revealing a sight that is pleasant to any eye.

It was a sight no one had seen before. The marble walls were completely contrasting with the arena's aesthetic, almost like the room stood astray from the rest of the backstage halls. The floors and furniture wooden, the mirrors completely reflecting the entire room. The female closed the door behind her, the light now being able to truly light everything inside. A man sat on the massage table. His toned body reflects against the source of light, his blonde strands of hair wet and rested on most of his chiseled face. Behind him, was another man, rubbing his tender shoulders. Each rub released the tension in the blonde man’s back and caused his poise to straighten. The man decides to slowly lift his hair over his visage, and with his details being exposed, it was the Prodigy himself, Daniel Wolf. One of the newest signees to FWP― A man who's locker room treatment alone sparks conversations throughout the FWP fans.

The crowd seemed to not know how to feel about the newly signed star. There were some cheers and jeers were heard slightly in the distance― their curiosity obvious through their mixed reactions. The Prodigy seemed relaxed as his shoulders were rubbed, sitting up straight as his eyes glared sideways at the female who just entered. He holds his hand out, awaiting her next move. She held out what she had on her palm, a black tray that held a singular wine glass filled to the brim with champagne. He holds the glass and nods at the female, dismissing her and watching as she exits the room. Wolf takes a sip of the liquid, exhaling deeply with the rich taste swirling in his mouth. After a few seconds, he finally realizes the camera that’s pointed directly at him and his locker room. A small snicker escaped his lips, his eyes focused on the lens in front of him.

Daniel Wolf: Wow! No sorry for interrupting? I could've been naked! Worse.... what if I was in my sauna!?!

Cue a disgusted scoff while taking another quick sip of his champagne.

Daniel Wolf: I thought the staff was much kinder around here.... should've known better than to trust the scum working at a place like this.

He snickered once again. Wolf snapped his fingers, the man massaging him instantly stops and walks out the room. Daniel rolls his shoulders, bringing his attention back to the camera.

Daniel Wolf: What? Did you all expect something different? Did you expect a man like me to have an ordinary locker room? To live in filth with the rest of the rodents that scatter these halls? He snickered with a deceitful grin. You must be sorely mistaken. The Prodigy lives with style. He emerges with purpose. He's dignified with class. Someone this good looking . But enough about my lifestyle, hm? I wouldn't want to make you all feel even more worthless than before..

The man stood up from the table, grabbing his glass with him. Wolf grabs the towel set at the edge of the massage table, wiping any sweat remaining on his forehead before letting the towel sit on the back of his neck. He took another sip of the drink, before he walked towards the mirror set near the edge of the room. The Prodigy was fixing his hair as he continued speaking.

Daniel Wolf: If you haven't heard of the legendary wrestler Daniel Wolf by now... well I fear you must not know what a true professional wrestler looks like. But to those ignorant enough not to know.... I... am the Prodigy of professional wrestling. At only seventeen years old I stepped foot inside the squared circle and left my life of fame and luxury to defy the odds that were stacked against me. Instead of living life on easy mode, I left everything I had and loved to pursue the journey that I was destined for. At first it seemed impossible... everyplace denying me of entering because of the life I had lived before. But I never gave up, in fact with every denial the fire to beat the odds grew stronger. 20 years old... and Daniel Wolf has done more than anyone has in their entire pathetic life. I travelled across the country at only 18 years old to perfect my craft in Japan. I main evented at one of the biggest events of the YEAR in the Tokyo Dome and became the YOUNGEST world champion in the entire world. That same year... I main evented another huge event while still walking red carpets and representing the brand I created with the utmost class. I've headlined... I've main evented... I've been champion... and all this... at 20 years old. I don't call myself a Prodigy because of a gimmick... I earned that title. Every time I step inside the ring, I prove myself of that title. Wins... main events... championships― hell I have more money in my bank account than the god damn president. Daniel Wolf is a name associated with the biggest companies this business has ever seen... so you must all be wondering... why FWP?

A smirk creeped along his lips. The prodigy raised his palm to gently glide through the messy strands that rested along his forehead. It was as if he could sense the jeers from the FWP Fans... feeding off the idea while his grin grew more.

Daniel Wolf: Besides obviously wanting to grace the fans with my unforgettable presence, FWP has been on my radar since its first started and.... I've seen the declining state this company has gone through. But no worries! I'm here to save this B level company with F level talent and elevate it to levels it has never seen before. because Daniel Wolf is more than just a candle or a little flame like the rest of this talent.. he's a forest fire. A fire that will take out everyone. It's time that FWP escapes the drought it's been in for the past few months, and there's no better talent to save this company.... than the Prodigy himself...

The man takes a step back, his head clocking sideways as his eyes stare deep into the camera. His orbs hold a different purpose towards them, his stare never being broken as he removes the towel from his hands and places it gently onto the sink counter.

Daniel Wolf: So before you all go back to watching whatever is next or later on tonight, I want you to remember one simple thing. Two words that you shall forever engrave into your tiny puny brains. Daniel. Wolf. Remember that name, because it’ll be the name that will be talked about for years and years to come. It will be the name that is talked about as the face of Florida Wrestling Prestige. The name of the man who rose to the top in a short amount of time. The individual who is the one that catches everyone’s attention. The star who is the future of this entire business. So this isn’t a statement, it’s a promise. Tonight... is just the beginning. An introduction to what the future face of this company represents and to what he stands for. Try not to miss me too much... with a face like this I truly am... irresistible.

Daniel Wolf stands tall, his aura radiates while his grin stood heavy on his soft brims as the camera begins to slowly fade to black.

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RESULTS - FWP Scion - Gainesville, FL - 08/14/2024 Aug 12, 2024 18:45:00 GMT -5

Post by Maverick Huntley III on Aug 12, 2024 18:45:00 GMT -5

It’s semi main event time and we’re backstage once again. This time we see one of the two participants, the Australian export Bia, doing some last minute loosening up for her match. She’s dressed for war, using one of those enclosed, stretchy exercise bands. Bia looks up with a grin noticing the camera. Her grey blue eyes standing out in stark contrast to the intricate war paints around her eyes.

BIA: “Sooo…last week didn’t go quite as I had planned. Had every intent of gettin’ through that qualifier and bookin’ meself a spot in the Main Event tonight. But, all credit to Raynesy…bloke sure knows how to spoil a party.”

She chuckles.

BIA: “So where does that leave the War Goddess? In the bloody Semi-Main of course! Gotta get you lot all hot and bothered for the Championship Scramble. And how do I do that? Well, by beatin’ the piss outta poor Kelsi Ross. She sure does like the sound of her own voice don’t she?”

Bia shakes her head, having taken notice of her opponent over her time in Florida Wrestling Prestige. It wasn’t going to be easy by any stretch, but Bia had a look of fierce determination om her face. The loss to Andrew Raynes at PRIMA clearly still stinging.

BIA: “Me? I’m not much of a talker, least not when I don’t want to be. Sides…I like to let people talk who like to talk. Gives me a chance to find out how full of shite they are. And Kelsi Ross? Mate, that one should be running a manure factory in Texas she’s so used to spewing crap. But you know what? It’s fine. Wanna know why?”

Bia pauses her stretches and motions for the camera to follow her and she starts making her way to the ring.

BIA: “Because in about 30 seconds I’m step through those curtains and it’s gonna be on like Donkey Kong. I’m let me actions do all the talkin’ yeah? So you lot enjoy yourselves and maybe, just maybe, I can shit that dick holster of hers. At least for the rest of the night eh?”

She gives the camera a wink, pulling back on the band and letting it fly off camera. A second or two passes…

“OW! What the hell?!”

A random voice off camera cries out having accidentally copped the band hitting them full force. Bia sheepishly looks at the camera mouthing ‘Oh Shit’ before grimacing comically and walking quickly away. The shot transitions to the ring as the live crowd has a laugh.

Murphy: The following contest is schedule for one fall. First to the ring from Henderson, Nevada... accompanied by Dr. Kolby Ross... she is KELSI ROSS!

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 her opponent...

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.

DING DING

The referee calls for the bell as the two ladies circle each other. Bia keeps an eye out on Kolby, who has been known to get involved in matches. Kelsi charges towards Bia, but the Aussie quickly drops her with a hard shoulder. Ross hits the mat, but pops back up. Ross looks to strike Bia, but she ducks it and slides in behind Kelsi. Bia uses a German Suplex to send Ross down hard to the mat. She keeps the lock and is able to roll it into a second German Suplex.

Lauren: What power!

Bia maintains the lock, and manages to use the last of her energy for the moment for a third German Suplex as she bridges it to a pin.

ONE

T--

And Kelsi manages to power out of it. The bridge was not the most clean but it was impactful. Bia pounds her fists on the mat and pushes up to her feet. She reaches down for Kelsi, but Ross is quick thinking and rakes the eyes of Bia without the referee seeing. The fans boo her.

Lauren: Ross playing dirty once again.

Kyle: If the referee doesn't see it... did it happen?

Lauren: Ugh.

Kelsi Ross uses the ropes to get up to her feet. She grabs Bia and whips her into the ropes. Bia returns as Kelsi hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Bia grabs her back in pain as Ross shoves her to the mat. Kelsi covers.

ONE

Bia manages to power out of it. Kelsi pushes up to one knee, and then up to her feet. Bia is slower to get up, but manages to get to a vertical base. Before she realizes it, Kelsi connects with a Discus Clothesline dropping Bia again to the mat. Kelsi covers again.

ONE

And Bia kicks out again.

Lauren: Bia is not going to stay down easy like that!

Kelsi Ross rolls back up to her feet, grabbing the head of Bia. Kelsi looks to lift Bia for Spolied Rotten (Running Powerslam), but Bia over powers her and throws her into the ropes as Bia lands back on her feet. Bia runs at the ropes and returns towards Kelsi, hitting a wicked Spear. She gets to her feet and yells out to the crowd, they are getting behind her and giving her the momentum she needs. Bia lifts Kelsi up to her feet, and then uses a Stalling Vertical Suplex to show off her strength. She drops Kelsi hard to the mat and covers.

ONE

T--

And Kelsi Ross manages to kickout. On the outside of the ring, Kolby paces worried that Bia is taking the control of this match. Bia looks out and sees Kolby gets agitated. She yells at the referee to make sure to watch Dr. Kolby Ross. Bia raises up to a vertical stance as she grabs Kelsi by the hair, and drags her to her feet. She signals that she is looking to end it. She lifts Kelsi up looking for The Maelstrom (F5/Fireman's Carry Facebuster) but as Kelsi is on Bia's shoulders, Kolby climbs up on the ring apron getting the full attention of the referee. Bia drops Kelsi and heads over towards Kolby. This allows Kelsi Ross, who is near the corner, to undo the turnbuckle pads in the corner.

Lauren: The referee needs to turn around and see this!

Kyle: I mean, it IS a great strategy from Ross. It is a numbers game!

The referee backs Bia off as the ref argues with Kolby. Bia turns around to see Kelsi on her feet. Bia charges over and grabs the arm of Ross, unaware of the situation in the corner. Bia looks to whip her into the ropes, but Ross reverses it and sends Bia backfirst into the exposed corner and her spine hitting the bare metal.

Lauren: Come on, ref!

Kolby jumps down on the outside, allowing the referee to try and focus back on the match. Kelsi is on her feet and lifts Bia up to her feet. Clearly hurting and in back pain, Ross lifts Bia and hits Spolied Rotten (Running Powerslam) sending her hard to the mat. The referee is unaware of the corner, and drops for the count as Ross covers with both legs hooked.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

Lauren: And yet again, Kelsi Ross steals another win with the help of her wife!

Kolby heads inside of the ring and helps Kelsi to her feet as the two of them celebrate the win.

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

Alexandria lets out a bit of a sigh when the camera comes on her just before the main event is scheduled to begin. She’s thinking about some of the words of her opponents at this point before she expresses her own thoughts.

Alexandria: They don’t call me the “Belle of the Brawl” for nothing and there is no greater environment that I am going to prove that in when I become the first ever Coastal Champion on this night. It’s NOT going to be Owen who went completely silent last I remember and if he just happened to slip something in there before tonight, then it probably wasn’t anything important…

It’s NOT going to be THE NAMES in Griffin Hawkins and Andrew Raynes. Raynes really didn’t have a lot to say. Shocker, I suppose. Hell, I’m not even going to address anything he said because it was really cliche and had absolutely nothing of value to talk about. I guess the only thing I can say about whatever he talked about is that it may be a clear indicator that he might be losing his edge… or he just had a bad day. I don’t know, I don’t care. Raynes, if whatever you said coming into this thing is a clear indicator of how this night is going to go for you then pack your bags and get the fuck out because it’s going to be a LONG night for you in that case.

Griffin… look, I don’t HATE him. I don’t even DISLIKE him. The only thing I hold against him is being “the name” that he is. Look Griff, you’ve never dealt with someone of my caliber before. You were once that young and hungry wrestler that was wanting to break the ceiling and had the frustrations of having to go through certain names to get ahead. But I really do think that you’re a guy that has let his own fame and fortune get to his head. I mean, you can still contribute to the business as a trainer… commentator… SOMETHING! But yet, you just… keep going and keep hogging up the spotlight. It’s ridiculous. It’s sickening. Being a “well traveled veteran” isn’t a good thing these days Griffin.

And while YOU winning this thing would irk the shit out of me…

You’re not the one that I would be most disgusted by…

That would be YOU, Stella…

I HATE quoting a president that was in office before I was born, especially a very garbage one from what my father tells me, but holy hell THERE YOU GO AGAIN…

This is what I’m talking about people… how the “cool kids” start shit and continue shit but act like YOU’RE the asshole! Name calling… cool! How ADULT of you. Look in the mirror honey… you’re literally cutting promos and walking around here like your shit don’t stink, acting ENTITLED to do whatever the fuck you want and say whatever the fuck you want without consequence just because of what your last name is. You and your crew walk around treating everyone else like they’re beneath you, doing what I’ve described and even trying to put asterisks on other people’s wins like you did mine. Sorry not sorry, but… you know… it’s called “doing what you have to do to win”. I’m sorry you’re cut from a one dimensional cloth of shit. Unlike YOU, I’m a strong, independent woman that thinks for myself… that doesn’t rely on what my family name is to get ahead in this business like you do… that learns what she wants on her own volition and sets her own rules and boundaries… unlike YOU… who just abides by the same shit as anyone else with your wretched last name does.

You KNOW that to be the truth… and you’re a jealous bitch because of it. The fact that you even mentioned the POSSIBILITY of going out of your way to make sure I don’t win…

That’s a reflection on you honey, not me. But bless your weak little heart… I guess I have to give you a REAL reason to be that jealous bitch, right?

Alexandria begins to walk away…

Alexandria: Fucking attention slut…

Alexandria slams the door and the scene ends.

Murphy: The following contest is your scheduled MAIN EVENT! It is a 20 Minute Coastal Championship Blitz Match! Pinfalls and Submission falls count anywhere. There is no disqualification. Once a pinfall or submission happen, that person will be the temporary winner with the final submission or pinfall within the time limit determining our first ever FWP Coastal Champion!

All five wrestlers are already inside of the ring, ready for the match to begin. Referee Garrett Addams is mid-ring as well as two referees on the outside of the ring to help with any pinfalls or submissions to make sure nothing is missed.

Murphy: Inside of the ring... from Oceanside, California... she is STELLA BASCH!

The crowd pops!

Murphy: From Los Angeles, California... "COLOSSAL" OWEN TRAEGER!

Another pop from the crowd.

Murphy: Alexandria Duvall!

The fans boo, as Duvall eats it up enjoying their reaction.

Murphy: From Windsor, Ontario, Canada... GRIFFIN HAWKINS!

Another large pop from the crowd!

Murphy: And from Montreal, Quebec, Canada... ANDREW RAYNES!

A mixed reaction from the crowd.

Kyle: Two Canadians in one match? I didn't know Florida was so international!

Lauren: You are literally a moron.

Addams calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

20:00 REMAINS

Stella Basch immediately charges towards Alexandria Duvall. She launches herself up and hits a flying lariat to Duvall, catching "The Belle of the Brawl" off guard falling to her back. Stella mounts Alexandria with a series of strikes. The three men in the match are caught off guard at first, but focus on each other. Owen and Griffin look at each other, and charge forward towards Andrew Raynes. They hit a double lariat that sends Raynes up and over the top rope as the three of them spill to the outside with the momentum.

Lauren: I don't think that Stella Basch likes much that Alexandria Duvall has been talking about Tom Carradine so much!

Kyle: I have to agree!

Stella lifts up off of Alexandria and heads up to the top of the corner. Looking at the downed Duvall, she leaps off connecting with Meteor Strike (Diving Somersault Senton). Stella grabs both legs and hooks them for a pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING

Murphy: The current match leader... STELLA BASCH!

The crowd cheers loudly. Alexandria is caught off guard, and shoves Stella off of her. Stella loses focus for a minute, realizing that if there are no more pinfalls or submissions she will leave Gainesville the Coastal Champion.

Lauren: Stella needs to focus. There is still eighteen minutes remaining.

On the outside, Griffin and Owen lift Andrew together for a double suplex, dropping him hard to the mat. They work together to try and stop him from taking advantage in the match.

18:03 REMAINS

Duvall pushes off of her hands and pops back up to her feet. With Stella trying to regain her focus, Duvall is able to take advantage and hit a Missile Dropkick. This sends Stella to her backside. Alexandria uses a Spinning Knee Kick to the seated Basch, that connects hard. Duvall, looking to capitalize, grabs Stella and lifts her to her back. Alexandria hits "Charm Bomb" (Tigerbomb right into a pin).

ONE

TWO

Stella tries to squirm out of the pin, but is unable to.

THREE

DING DING

Murphy: The current match leader is now... ALEXANDRIA DUVALL!

17:17 REMAINS

On the outside, Andrew Raynes is down as Griffin and Owen turns towards each other. They begin to trade strikes. One for another. Griffin with a right. Owen with a right. Another right from Griffin. And another from Owen. Finally, Owen ducks the oncoming strike from Griffin, but Hawkins kicks him in the stomach. Owen doubles over as Griffin uses a DDT to plant Owen Traeger into the hard floor. He and Andrew Raynes are down as Griffin looks up into the ring. He rolls in under the bottom rope and pops up to his feet. Duvall is just to her feet as Griffin Hawkins grabs her from behind and sends her over the top rope and to the outside. Griffin sees a change to take advantage as Stella is pulling herself up to a vertical base. Griffin hits a Backstabber that sends Stella flying temporarily and landing hard on her back. Hawkins quickly ascends the corner and leaps off looking for Holy Diver (Swanton Bomb).

Lauren: HOLY DIVER FROM GRIFFIN HAWKINS!

He connects hard as Griffin hooks both legs and covers.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING

Murphy: Your new match leader.. GRIFFIN HAWKINS!

14:58 REMAINS

Lauren: We are getting some rapid fire new leaders!

Kyle: This Blitz idea is an interesting one! I quite love it!

On the outside, both Owen and Andrew slowly get up to their feet. They are both trying to recover, as they begin to exchange their own set of strikes. Owen hits a Uranage to the hard floor below. Raynes seems to have the wind knocked out of him as Traeger tries to shake off the earlier DDT from Hawkins. Andrew grabs the barricade and slowly pulls himself up to a vertical base. As he does, a kick to the side from Owen Traeger. Andrew Raynes turns towards Owen, but is met with a hand to the throat and Endgame (Chokeslam) sending Raynes hard to the floor below.

Kyle: That floor has NO give! That has to hurt!

Owen drops to his knees and covers as one of the outside refs counts.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING

Murphy: Your new match leader... OWEN TRAEGER!

Owen is on his knees as he looks up and sees Alexandria Duvall rounding the corner. She charges forward with a running knee strike, followed by "Southern Silence" (Sequential buzzsaw kicks) dropping Owen hard to the floor as well. With both him and Andrew Raynes down, she decides to cover Owen.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING

11:17 REMAINS

Murphy: Your match leader once again.... ALEXANDRIA DUVALL!

Lauren: Well then! Duvall seems ever the opportunist!

Inside of the ring, Griffin sees this happening. Stella is slowly up to her feet as well. Griffin and Stella look at each other and know that Alexandria needs to be taken out. She both charges towards the ropes and dive through the middle rope, each connecting a shoulder to Duvall.

Lauren: We are halfway through this match, and it is anyone's match!

Andrew Raynes has been able to crawl away and has gotten up to his feet. Seeing the wreckage of Trager down, Duvall down, and Stella and Griffin both taking the punishment from diving through the ropes, he heads inside of the ring and tries to reset himself. Duvall is down, but Owen slowly starts to shake things off himself. He is on his hands and knees, trying to get back up to his feet. Stella uses the steel steps to make her way back into the ring as Griffin Hawkins slides back under the bottom rope.

Kyle: Looks like they are looking to sort of reset.

Lauren: It's been a train wreck so far... so I can get that!

Owen manages to get back up to a vertical base and climbs back into the ring himself. Stella looks over at Griffin who earlier scored a pinfall, and begins to trade strikes with him. Meanwhile, Owen is on his feet as Andrew Raynes grabs him and locks up. Duvall is still down on the outside. Raynes pulls him in close, and wrenches on the head of Traeger. Raynes repositions and hits a Neck breaker, sending Traeger to the mat. Owen tries to fight the momentum and raises up, but is met with a Dropkick from Andrew Raynes. Owen drops back down to the mat again. At the same time, Stella tries to gain the advantage on Griffin with a series of kicks to the legs and knees of Hawkins. A roundhouse kick from Stella drops Hawkins to his knees. Stella slides behind him and locks in Spaced Out (Katahajime).

Lauren: Stella Basch with a Submission!

Owen uses the ropes to get back to a vertical base, as Raynes grabs him for Caught in the Rayne (Tazzmission)!

Kyle: Simultaneous submissions!

Lauren: This sure is interesting!

Griffin fights it, but it appears he is slowly losing. He twists and turns, but realizes that he is losing the battle. He starts to fade as the referee lifts an arm.

ONE!

It drops. The referee lifts his arm again, and it drops a second time.

TWO!

The referee lifts his arm a third time, and it drops as Griffin is clearly out.

THREE!

DING DING

Murphy: The new match leader... STELLA BASCH!

Stella releases the move as she looks up and sees Raynes and Traeger. As this happens, Owen Trager also taps.

DING DING

Murphy: Ladies and gentleman, your new match leader... ANDREW RAYNES!

6:36 REMAINS

Raynes drops Owen to the mat. Stella charges forward towards the ropes near him. She looks for Shooting Starr (Handspring Satellite DDT). She catches him by the head, but he manages to catch her. Tossing her up, she is on his shoulder as he places her on the top of the corner. Andrew Raynes moves into place and hits Syndication (Top Rope Somersault Neckbreaker) sending her hard to the mat.

Lauren: Andrew Raynes is already the leader. He does not need to even attempt a pin. He just needs to make sure that no one else scores a pinfall or submission.

Griffin is down on the mat, as is Owen Traeger. Stella is out on the mat as well. Duvall is on her feet on the outside of the ring. She reaches for Griffin Hawkins, and pulls him to the outside of the ring. He drops to the floor hard, and appears to be dead weight. He is face down on the outside near the stairs. Duvall realizes that her time is limited and sees Stella down on the inside of the ring. She smirks as Raynes grabs Owen Traeger, and tosses him head first up and over the top rope to the outside on the other side of the ring. Duvall slides into the ring as Raynes turns back towards her.

Lauren: We are under five minutes remaining. Andrew Raynes is the current leader.

Alexandria and Andrew charge towards each other. He grabs her head, but she rolls out of it. She charges towards the ropes, and returns with a Missile Dropkick. This sends Raynes hard to the mat. He pops back up, knowing that he just needs to hold on a little more. Stella is still down and out on the mat, it was clear that the length of the match took a hard effect on her. Raynes charges forward and hits a clothesline of his own. Duvall hits the mat but pops back up herself. She shakes it off. Raynes slides behind Duvall looking for Caught in the Rayne (Tazzmission) but she is able to kick her foot backwards and catches him in the groin. The fans boo loudly as he lets go of his grasp of her. He drops to one knee, obviously stunned and in pain.

Kyle: OOoooh. That hurts!

Lauren: But in this match? Like it or hate it, it is legal.

Duvall grabs Andrew Raynes by the head and sends him over the top rope and to the outside as well. Hawkins and Traeger are both down still. This leaves Stella Basch and Alexandria Duvall inside of the ring. Stella is slowly fighting to a vertical base. Both ladies look up to the screen to check the time.

1:17 REMAINS

Duvall charges forward, but Stella is able to round house towards Alexandria. Duvall manages to matrix move so it does not connect. Stella charges forward and ducks a lariat attempt from Duvall. Alexandria quickly spins and grabs Stella Basch by the hair.

Lauren: I think Stella was looking for the ropes for that Handspring off of the ropes!

Duvall yanks her so hard and with the momentum of Stella running, her legs come out from under her and Basch slams off of the mat hard. The fans together cringe from what looks like a very painful move and begin to boo. Duvall smirks and reaches down, grabbing Stella Basch by the hair once again dragging her to her feet. A kick to the stomach, and Alexandria Duvall delivers a Stalling Double Underhook Brainbuster crashing Stella to the mat.

Lauren: WHAT A MINUTE! THAT IS ALL EYES ON ME... THAT IS ONE OF TOM CARRADINE'S MOVES!

The fans get to their feet, booing loudly as Alexandria Duvall looks proud of herself in the waning seconds of the match. Duvall covers hooking both legs.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

The time on the clock comes to a close just after the bell rings.

Lauren: Alexandria Duvall finishes Stella Basch off with a statement move, and wins the Coastal Championship in one fell swoop.

Murphy: The winner of the match and your FWP COASTAL CHAMPION... "THE BELLE OF THE BRAWL" ALEXANDRIA DUVALL!

"Lakes of Flame" by Blue Stahli plays on the arena as the referee hands Duvall the championship. She wants nothing to do with the referee and rips it from his hands. She raises it above her head as the show comes to an end.

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