RESULTS - FWP Scion - Ocala, FL - 09/11/2024

Liam Murphy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for ONE FALL, and will determine the Number One Contender for the FWP Coastal Championship!

The opening of “Bring It On” 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.

Liam Murphy: Introducing first, wrestling out of Laguna Beach, California… weighing 215 pounds… TOM CARRADINE!!!

Lauren: Tom’s switched his music up since his last match. I like it!

Kyle: Don’t let his girlfriend here you say that! Or his wife, for that matter.

Lauren: You actually buy that load of bologna?

Kyle: Why would anyone lie about something like that?

Lauren: To throw them both off of their game, of course! Try using that lump of tapioca you call a brain for once!

Liam Murphy: And his opponent… wrestling out of Windsor, Ontario, Canada… weighing in at 227 pounds… GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!

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.


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.

DING DING DING

The bell sounds and the two men make their way to the center of the ring. There’s a quick handshake and a brief exchange of words before they lock up.

Lauren: I wonder what they said to each other just now…

Kyle: Hopefully it’s “Loser goes bald,” so these guys can stop talking about who has better hair!

Lauren: You’re just jealous because they both have better hair than you.

Kyle: …

Lauren: That’s what I thought.

Griffin, with the slight weight advantage, gets the initial edge on Carradine, pushing him back and into the ropes. The referee forces a break, and Hawkins backs up. Once they’re at a proper distance, the referee gets out of the way, and now Carradine comes out swinging, backing up the veteran with a lightning fast series of punches to the body.

Lauren: Griffin may have years of experience on Tom, but these two are fairly evenly matched. It’s tough to say who has the real advantage here.

Kyle: Tom’s a rookie, while Hawkins has been at this for years. It all boils down to who wants to face Alexandria Duvall more… Carradine or Hawkins. And you gotta know, that somewhere deep down, she likes the idea of two guys fighting over her.

Lauren: More like fighting over who’s next to kick her head in.

Kyle: Now why would you phrase it like that?

Lauren: Because they’re fighting for a championship opportunity, not a date. In case you forgot, Hawkins is married and Carradine is dating Stella Basch.

Kyle: Haven’t you been keeping up with the news? Not even marriage will stop a man when he sees a pretty girl!

Lauren: You’re hopeless…

Griffin begins to fight back, and now the two are trading blows in the center of the ring. Griffin ducks a wild left hook from Carradine and slips behind him, hitting a neckbreaker. He quickly follows up with a couple of elbow drops and bends down to pick him up into position for a DDT, but Tom manages to push him off. Delivering a kick to the gut, Tom follows up with a DDT of his own, sending Hawkins face first into the canvas. Tom goes for the cover, but Griffin kicks out before the referee can get into position.

Lauren: It’s way too early for either one of these men to go for a pin attempt.

Kyle: What do you expect from a rookie?

Lauren: Think you can do better? Get in the ring with him and show him how it’s done, tough guy!

Kyle: Um actually, I…

Lauren: I rest my case.

Griffin kips up back to his feet and grabs Carradine’s arm, whipping him into the ropes. Griffin himself runs in the opposite direction, bouncing off of the ropes on the opposite side. Once they meet in the center of the ring, however, they take each other down with simultaneous clotheslines. With both men down, the referee begins counting…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Finally, both men begin to show signs of movement as they roll over and push themselves up. Tom is the first to get up to his knees. He shakes off the cobwebs and sees Griffin on all fours. He moves over and grabs Hawkins in a front facelock, pulling the veteran back to his feet. Griffin shoves Tom back, and cracks a chop to Carradine’s chest that echoes throughout the crowd.

Crowd: WHOOO!

Tom fires back with a chop of his own as the crowd repeats the sentiment.

Lauren: These two men are lighting each other up here!

The wrestlers are trading chops back and forth, with their respective chests glowing redder with each strike. Finally, Tom halts the exchange with a lightning fast headbutt that sends Griffin staggering. As Griffin shakes it off, he turns around to find Carradine running the ropes to deliver a kick to the face, but Griffin ducks the blow, slipping behind and pulling Tom into a backstabber. Now it’s Hawkins with the pin attempt…

ONE!

TW-KICKOUT!

Kyle: Hawkins almost punched his ticket to a Coastal Championship shot there!

Lauren: You know what they say about “almost…”

Kyle: Yeah, yeah… horseshoes and hand grenades…

Griffin is on his knees, brushing the hair out of his eyes before he reaches down to pull Carradine up. Once both men are back on their feet, Tom pushes Griffin away in an effort to put some distance between them and catch his breath. Griffin moves in and nails Carradine with an uppercut that sends the younger wrestler into the corner. Carradine hits hard, staggering out of the corner as Griffin springboards off of the ropes to hit Star Platinum. Carradine drops to the mat and Griffin covers…

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!!

Griffin sits back on his haunches with his hands on his hips as he looks down at Tom and smirks. He shakes his head, then reaches down to grab Carradine, but this time Tom fires back with a quick shot to the chin. Griffin reels back, giving Tom a chance to get to his feet on his own terms. Once both men are back to a vertical base, there’s a bit of a standoff before they start trading punches back and forth. With each punch, the crowd alternates with one half cheering on Griffin and the other cheering on Tom.

Crowd: LET’S GO HAWKINS! CARRADINE! LET’S GO HAWKINS! CARRADINE! LET’S GO HAWKINS! CARRADINE!

Lauren: The crowd is divided on this one!

Kyle: I’ll bet somewhere, Alexandria Duvall is loving this!

The exchange continues in the ring until a wild punch from Griffin hits Tom in the eye. The referee steps in as he sees Tom cover his eye, backing Griffin up. Tom tells the referee he’s okay to continue, blinking his eye a couple of times before the referee moves out of the way. Tom shakes his head at Hawkins before beckoning him forward. They once again exchange punches until they both throw shots that send each other spinning on their heels until their backs are facing each other. They both turn around at the same time, with Griffin hitting Shot in the Dark, but at the exact same moment, Carradine connects with a superkick of his own.

Lauren: These two had the exact same idea, and now both men are down!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Both men are dazed from the simultaneous superkicks as they continue to lay on the mat.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Griffin rolls toward the ropes in an effort to pull himself up as Tom rolls over onto his knees.

EIGHT!

Griffin makes it to the ropes and starts pulling himself up, but Carradine manages to get up first. He doesn’t waste a second, moving in on Hawkins and once again pulling him into a front facelock. He delivers a quick knee to the gut, then runs the ropes and drops Hawkins with a leg lariat. He then follows up with a jumping elbow drop. He goes for the cover, but Griffin rolls through, going for a pin of his own…

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Carradine kicks out in the nick of time, pushing Griffin off of him as they both roll up to their feet. Griffin attempts another Shot in the Dark, but Carradine dodges, slipping behind him to hit an inverted powerslam. He then grabs Griffin and pulls him into position…

Kyle: Here we go...

Lauren: ALL EYES ON ME!

After Carradine hits the stalling double underhook facebuster, he immediately covers Hawkins…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Liam Murphy: Here is your winner, as the result of a pinfall… and the Number One Contender for the Coastal Championship… TOM CARRADINE!!!

“Bring it On” once again begins to play as the referee raises Tom’s arm. As he begins to celebrate, Tom looks over at a disappointed Hawkins and walks over, extending a hand to his opponent. Griffin looks at Tom’s hand for a moment as he sits back on his haunches again, then nods his head and grabs the victor’s hand. Tom helps Griffin to his feet as Stella Basch makes her way to the ring.

Lauren: And here’s Stella Basch to congratulate her boyfriend on his victory!

Kyle: Or maybe she found out the truth about his wife…

Lauren: Will you cut that out?

Kyle: Just saying, we don’t know for certain why she’s out here…

Stella slips through the ropes, running up to Tom and giving him a congratulatory hug. He pulls his lady into a kiss, and after a moment, Stella moves between the two wrestlers, raising both of their arms to the roar of the crowd.



Murphy: The following contest is schedule for One Fall! First to the ring from San Diego, California... he is "The Intellectual Evolution" NATHANIEL DIXON!

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 San Jose, California... he is DANIEL WOLF!


The Lights turn dim as the arena goes black. The familiar bop begins, the sounds of flashing cameras echo throughout the vicinity. In addition, the overlapping chatters among the audio insinuates paparazzi, as the flashing lights fixture to the top of the steel made ramp.

"Ok so now’s the time
To get a few things off my chest
Been killin’ it lately
But people wanna criticize my success"

Standing there The Prodigy himself appears with a self assured presence. He tilts his head back, his blonde hair flowing with his slight movements. His black leather jacket and shiny sun glasses fit the vintage aesthetic, his poise staying proper as his hands reside in his jacket pocket.

"It’s nothin’ personal
I just don’t need much help
I tried to warn you
That I’ll handle it myself"

His head cocks downward, his dark hues flaring through the luminous flashes, staring into the lens and delivering an old fashion wink. With that one simple movement, the lights in the arena resume to normal frequency.

"Move back get out the way
I’m comin’ up on my roll
Don’t care what you got to say
Ain’t gonna get to my soul"

Daniel Wolf takes off his jacket and heads down the ramp at a leisurely pace, his brims curling to a devious smirk, snickers escaping his lips as well. He enters the squared circle. Wolf kneels down, his eyes glaring at the stiff material as his digits begin to caress against the canvas. He backs away into the opposing corner, placing his sun glasses on the rigid canvas as he lowers down, setting himself onto the bottom turnbuckle awaiting his opponent.

Lauren: We are going to see Daniel Wolf going for his first win here in Florida Wrestling Prestige, while Nathaniel Dixon looks to work his way up the Prestige Division.

The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING

The match begins with a series of Gentleman's Hooks from Dixon to Wolf. Daniel backs up slowly towards the ropes. Nathaniel takes advantage and uses an Irish Whip to send Wolf across the ring. Daniel rebounds into a Japanese Arm Drag by Dixon. Wolf holds his arm as Nathaniel gets back up to a standing position. Wolf sweeps the legs out from under Dixon, sending Nathaniel down to the mat on his ass. Daniel climbs up to his feet and stomps forward to Dixon. He grabs Nathaniel, but Dixon uses a Sitout Jawbreaker to snap Wolf backwards onto the canvas. Dixon crawls forward for a cover hooking a leg.

ONE

But Daniel Wolf is quick to grab the bottom rope to break the pin attempt.

Kyle: Smart move by Wolf there.

Lauren: Ring awareness for sure.

Daniel pulls himself to the outside of the ring.

Lauren: Looks like he is going to try to slow things down a bit.

Dixon gets up to his feet, and with Dixon on the edge of the ring we see Nathaniel charge forward looking for a baseball slide kick. Wolf is quick to grab the ring skirt and lift it, causing Nathaniel Dixon to get caught up in it. Wolf uses a series of punches and strikes to Dixon as he is tied up, taking advantage of the situation much to the chagrin of the fans as they boo.

Kyle: Smart thinking!

Wolf uses a few more open Palm Strikes as the referee tells him to get back into the ring. The referee begins a ten count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

Wolf backs off of Dixon and rounds the ring, sliding back in.

FOUR

FIVE

Dixon finally gets untangled from the ring apron as we see him turn back to face the ring. Daniel Wolf uses a baseball slide kick of his own to the head of Dixon, who is sent flying backwards into the barricade. Wolf gets to his feet and uses the top rope to launc himself to the outside with a crossbody that connects and slams Nathaniel Dixon against the barricade.

Kyle: Wolf is trying to make one hell of an impression here!

Dixon drops hard to the floor, gasping for air.

Lauren: It looks like Dixon may have had the wind knocked out of him! If he his the edge that barricade chest first, he could have really done some damage.

The referee is forced to restart the count as Wolf slides back into the ring.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Dixon is on one knee, gasping for air.

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

Lauren: I don't think Dixon can catch his breath... I think we need the medical team to check on him!

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Kyle: Wow! Daniel Wolf gets his first win here!

Lauren: I am less worried about who won or lost, Nathaniel Dixon is legitimately having issues catching his breath!

The medical team rushes down to ringside to help Dixon, who is now down on one knee. He nods his head that he is aware as he coughs. They hurry him up the ramp and into the back area to help check him over.

Murphy: The winner of the match... Daniel Wolf!



"My House" by Flo Rida begins to play as Maverick Huntley III makes his way out into the ring. He is carrying something in a fabric cover as he is handed a mic.

Maverick: Thank you Ocala! As we announced recently on X, we are introducing a third title here in Florida Wrestling Prestige. This brand new title is known as the Vortex Championship!

The crowd pops.

Maverick: This title will be unique in that it will not only be defended on FWP Programming... but we will have an Anytime, Anywhere rule. You will hear about title defenses and wins on our shows, but also on Social Media! This will be bringing an excitement to our company, and allow for anyone to truly have a shot at the Championship! We will crown the first ever champion at Hallowed Grounds. But for the moment you've all been waiting for... here is the title!



Maverick: I hope you all enjoy the rest of the show!



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.

Murphy: And his 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.

Lauren: Avery Miles III looking to continue his win streak here in Florida Wrestling Prestige.

Kyle: For now...

The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING

The match begins with both of them circling each other. Avery slides in with a shoulder, and a quick toss of Bia from his shoulders and onto the mat with a modified fireman's carry from the kneeled position. Miles is quick back up to his feet and runs towards the ropes. Bia gets back up to a vertical position, as Avery returns with a Spinning Heel Kick. Bia drops to the mat as Avery pops back up, to a pop from the crowd. Bia quickly grabs the leg of Avery, and pulls it out from under him. Avery lands on his backside, as Bia gets up to one knee. She quickly reaches and takes Avery by the head, and pulls both of them back up to their feet. She smashes a knee into his head, and slides in behind him for a release German Suplex sending Miles skidding across the canvas.

Lauren: We are off to a solid start!

Bia quickly charges towards Avery, as she looks for a Speak. He manages to dive out of the way as Bia connects shoulder first into the corner. Miles slides in behind her for a schoolboy pin.

ONE

T-

Bia easily powers out of it. Avery tumbles back, and rolls back up to his feet. Bia uses the ropes and pulls herself back up to her feet. Her back is to Avery as he moves forward, and places a hand on her shoulder. She manages to turn herself and sends a hard boot to his feet. Avery drops to one knee, caught off guard. Grabbing him by the head, she lifts him up and then up into the air showing her strength with a Stalling Vertical Suplex. She drops him hard to the mat, as she covers.

ONE

T-

And he kicks out.

Kyle: She has SUCH power!

Lauren: I mean... it IS impressive!

Bia climbs back to a vertical base, as Avery uses the ropes to get back to his feet. She quickly makes a charge towards him, but he manages to use the ropes for some momentum and flies back with a back elbow catching her off guard. Bia drops hard to her back, but does not allow Miles to continue the momentum. She pops back up as he turns back towards her. They charge forward, as she looks for a lariat. He ducks it and hits 478 Slam (Sitout Side Slam) dropping her hard to the mat. "Cryin' Like a Bitch" by Godsmack hits the PA system as the fans raise to their feet looking up the entrance ramp.

Kyle: That is Donnie Harris' music!

Lauren: What the hell is he doing out here?

Avery stands to his feet, and heads over to the side of the ring at the bottom of the entrance ramp. He looks up the ramp, waiting for Donnie to get involved. But Donnie never enters the arena. The music just plays.

Lauren: What is going- is Donnie Harris playing mind games?

Just as this happens, Bia is able to get back to a vertical base. She sees an opening to take control. She yells at Avery as the music stops. Avery turns around only to be driven hard to the mat with an impactful spear.

Kyle: He shouldn't have let himself get distracted!

The fans boo loudly as Bia drags Avery up to his feet. She lifts him up and hits The Maelstrom (F5 / Fireman's Carry Facebuster) driving Miles III to the mat. She covers Avery.

ONE

TWO

THREE

DING DING DING

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

AC/DC's "Hells Bells" plays over the PA system as Bia's arm is raised by the referee.





Just as “Hell’s Bells” was playing, as Bia celebrates her win over Avery Miles III, “Cryin’ Like a Bitch” by Godsmack starts up again, cutting the celebration short.

Lauren: Clearly, Donnie Harris used a little distraction to get into Avery's head, and steal a win!

Kyle: Steal? Oh come on! It is Miles' own fault for getting distracted. Things happen, I am sure someone hit a button by accident.

Lauren: Accident? Uh huh. Sure.

As Bia leaves the ring, confused by the music, out steps Donnie Harris from behind the curtain, a big smile on his face. He claps for Bia, who playfully bows and walks past him without incident, but Donnie takes a good long look at her as she walks to the back, as The Eliminator continues to clap for her.

Lauren: The heck was that? Was the pre-planned or something?

Kyle: I just thing two people with a common enemy... the vanilla, square, boring ass Avery Miles III.

Donnie just soaks in the crowd, more boos than cheers, as he pulls a microphone out of his back pocket, the jeans he was wearing fitting a bit better without the large audio device in his pants. He stands at the top of the stage, one hand on his hip, the other hand limply holding the mic, as he watches Avery struggling to get up; Donnie brings the microphone to his lips.

Donnie Harris: How about you get to your feet, you little bitch, so you can look at me when I’m talking to you?

The booing is resounding as the fans start to chant for Avery, chanting, “AM3! AM3!” Donnie looks at the crowd, scoffing at their cheers. Eventually, Avery does get back to his feet, but he leans against the ropes.

Donnie Harris: Yeah, that’s more like it, boy. That’s more like it. Damn, that Maelstrom must have hit HARD, didn’t it, to leave you in such a helpless state. But don’t worry, dude, I’m going to be staying right here, out of the way, watching you frantically try to say how good you are and this and that and how you’re an upstanding wrestler and man of the people and SHUT UP!

Donnie lowers the microphone as he paces the length of the ramp, the fans starting to boo loudly, but The Eliminator doesn’t take his eyes off of the ring. The referee remains in the ring as some of the security guards by the ring take position to stop Donnie if he tries anything.

Donnie Harris: Now don’t you worry, Avery Miles the TURD, I’m not going to risk my career for the sake of teaching you the meaning of the word “pain” again, because I like it here in Florida. There are some real sights here, and there’s also the chance to win some gold. Later tonight, I’ll be showing the Coastal division, as well as the Coastal Champion herself, what I am capable of in the ways of pain, and it will feel so very good to put a champion like her down. It will be the same treatment I will give to Mrs. Aurora Graves, if she still holds the Prestige Championship by the time I get to it. Oh, but you... oh, you... Avery Miles III, Mr. AM3, I bet your knee is just as pliable as Play-Doh, isn’t it? I bet it’s still as weak as it ever was.

Donnie laughs a bit, slowly walking down the ramp. Security rushes out from the back, and the full complement of guards block the ringside area from The Eliminator.

Donnie Harris: See this posse here? This is what Mr. Huntley is using, to protect you. You seem to be important to the roster, but you’re really not. Now, you’re no better than me in the standings in the Prestige rankings. Sure, you can look at the board and watch your name slowly creep higher, but you seem to have forgotten who was here first, who came along first, who has been working here FIRST. See, last I checked, after your last win, you climbed up to the 6th position; I’m still in 5th, even with no match last Scion. And, oh, how the mighty have been humbled and hobbled. Look at you now.

Donnie points at Avery’s legs.

Donnie Harris: You still struggle to stand without assistance. I’m surprised you were even cleared to wrestle. You preach nothing but bullshit, sir; I am the way to bring in the future, and you are just a footnote in the grand design, a waste of time and space and effort and, most importantly, money; you are in my ring, and I’m pretty well sick of seeing you in my path to glory.

Avery extends his hand for a microphone, and he is promptly brought one, just as Donnie finishes his sentence.

Avery: You done?

The crowd boos at Donnie. Avery pauses before speaking again.

Avery: Seriously? You done? You continue to go off on these long ass tangents. No one really cares, Donnie boy. Go ahead, talk about my knee. Talk about how I actually have respect for this industry and for the people that give everything inside and outside of that ring. Continue on thinking that you are some hot shit muscle head beefy boy that gets all of the ladies and that all the men want to be. You are literally a cliche… a walking, talking FUCKING cliche.

Avery shakes his hands as if he were scared.

Avery: The mighty Avery Miles used a no-no word. Listen, Donnie boy. I’ve wrestled my fair share of guys that are carbon copies of you. And they think they know who I am. Like I am some sort of superhero good guy that is predictable. I am not. I am not what you think I am. I am not what you perceive me to be. Continue to pretend like you have any idea.

Avery slow claps to the microphone.

Avery: And bravo to you paying off the guys in the back to play your music to distract me. It is clear just HOW MUCH the rankings mean to you, so keep such an eye on where I am and where you are. Me? I just do my thing inside of the ring, and I get what I earn. Not a false sense of entitlement like you. But you know what? Maybe seeing as though you nor I have an opponent at Hallowed Grounds, we get the boss out here and make it official.

Donnie smiles as the fans cheer at the challenge, and he lifts the microphone to his lips.

Donnie Harris: You know, I was hoping you’d say that, because I’m far from done with hurting someone like YOU.

“Welcome to My House” by Flo Rida plays as Maverick Huntley makes his way out through the curtain with a microphone in hand.

Maverick: Boys… boys… can’t you two just get along?

The fans boo at this, not happy with the antagonizing Donnie Harris is doing.

Maverick: Avery. You want this match?

Avery nods, telling the fans to cheer it on with him.

Maverick: Okay. Fine. You got it. Donnie Harris versus Avery Miles III at Hallowed Grounds. But until then, you both leave each other alone, period. Understood?

Maverick looks at Avery, and then back at Donnie.

Maverick: Nothing in the ring. Outside of the ring. No mind games. Match interruptions. None of it. Got it?

Donnie looks back at the boss, then back at Avery. He turns to face Maverick, squaring up, and he gives him the thumbs up; he turns, squaring up to Avery, giving him the thumbs down.

Donnie Harris: I’ll be punching your ticket out of my way, Miles, and it will come with extreme prejudice.

Donnie backs up the ramp, smiling, his thumb still pointed to the ground, before turning and walking up to Maverick, offering his hand to shake, to seal his side of the deal. Avery nods as well at the boss and drops his mic in the ring as his music hits. Avery heads up the ramp and past the boss as we see a video package for tonight’s Main Event.