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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:11:44 GMT -5
The show opens on Mac Dunney exiting his office, walking purposefully down the hall, looking around as he goes, clutching a sturdy steel briefcase in his hand. He finally stops when he reaches commissioner Lou Natic, who is seated backwards on a steel chair in catering, eating an apple as he scrolls through a cellphone, swiping right with his thumb. Dunney: "Lou, have you seen Alec Kirkland anywhere?" Lou doesn't stand, or even look up from the phone, to reply (though he does finish chewing and swallowing his bite of apple first). Lou: "Not since he walked out on the end of his match last show, nope." Dunney: "I've been trying to get in touch with him ever since that night, he hasn't returned my calls." Lou: "Yeah, he did the same thing back in EWF last year. Just disappeared on his tag partner." Mac turns around, as if to make sure Kirkland hadn't walked in behind him while they were talking, before turning back to Lou, who continues to eat his apple and swipe right on the phone screen. Dunney: "Can you try calling him?" Lou: "Sorry, I don't have my phone." Dunney: "Dammit Lou, I can see it in your hand!" Lou: "This? Not my phone." Dunney: "For the love of... just send him straight to my office if he shows up? And pass the message along to the staff, refs, everyone?" Lou nods, finally looking up as Gally walks up to both men. Gally: "Hey buddies, you guys seen my phone around?" Lou: "Here, you left it on the table." Lou offers the grinning Gally the device, which is quickly accepted. Lou: "I think I got you a new high score on your game." With that Lou stands to walk away as Gally, not sure what Lou means, looks down at his screen before yelling after him as the shot fades out. Gally: "Buddy, that was my Tinder account! Don't mess with a guy's Tinder! That's so not cool!"
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:11:56 GMT -5
“What’s Left of the Flag” by Flogging Molly echoes throughout the PA system when “The Heir Apparent” Andy Donahue steps out of the tunnel. Andy Donahue throws his hands in the air and begins to flex his pectoral muscles over and over as he walks down the aisle. Andy hops up on the apron and springboards himself in the ring. Andy hops on the turnbuckles and sits down on the top to wait the beginning of his match. Tiffany Styles: Now in the ring, from Hells Kitchen, New York...weighing in at 280lbs...he is “The Heir Apparent” Andy Donaaaaahue! The grinding opening guitar of “Storm Eagle” brings the people to their feet for the familiar entrance of Alex Kincaid. He comes whipping out through the curtain, clad in a shining silver and red robe to match his tights. He pauses at the top of the aisle and stares out into the crowd. Every show it’s the same. He never stops seeming astonished by the cheering fans. He then heads down the aisle, all nervous twitch fire energy and he absentmindedly shakes his arms and thumbs the side of his nose. Tiffany Styles: Now on his way to the ring, from Bearing, Alberta and weighing in at 240lbs…’The King of the North’ Alex Kincaaaaaaid! By now he’s hopped from the floor to the ring apron in an easy, confident stride. He heads to the middle buckle and climbs up. One foot rests on the top turnbuckle as he points high in the sky and receives his biggest cheer yet. He grins and hops down to the mat, turning slowly and staring out into the crowd again before he pulls his ring robe off to hand it through the ropes to a staff member. He turns and begins stretching against the ropes, awaiting the opening bell. Canadian Championship Tournament Match - Bracket D
"The Heir Apparent" Andy Donahue vs "The King of the North" Alex Kincaid
The bell rings inside the arena with both competitors in this quarterfinals contest in the Canadian Championship tournament. Between the two of them, Andy Donahue looks more confident. The Heir Apparent bounces lightly on his toes and talks a bit of trash to Kincaid, beckoning him to come across the ring and start the contest. Kincaid bends down a bit, hands resting on his thighs, as he slowly considers his first course of action. Finally he heads to the middle. Both men lock up in a collar and elbow, Over the last few weeks, Kincaid's been doing his best to put muscle on in the leadup to the championship tournament but he's still undersized next to the nearly three hundred pound Andy Donahue who is able to lean hard on the collar and elbow to drive Kincaid back into the ropes. Kincaid tries to push him away to make distance, but Donahue quickly wraps his arms around him to hold him against the ropes. The referee demands a break, and Donahue grins a bit as a frustrated Kincaid demands he moves backward. As Kincaid steps forward Andy hits him with a brutal smack to the face that echoes through the building! Kincaid stares out of the ring for a moment, wide eyed, equal parts enraged and stunned by what's just happened. Then he suddenly lashes out with a huge forearm to the face of Donahue! Andy is driven back as Kincaid hits another! This time though, Donahue hits another one! Then Kincaid! Both men are exchanging vicious forearm blows back and forth in the early going of the contest. Donahue lunges forward, driving the side of his knee into Kincaid's gut and doubling him over. He grabs him and tries to move the smaller man to the corner of the ring, only for Kincaid at the last moment to twist around and reverse the position. With Donahue now in the corner Kincaid hits him in the stomach with a flurry of quick body shots and another big forearm! Donahue retreats out of the corner, but Kincaid runs across the ring at him. Donahue whips a big strike at him but Kincaid dodges underneath the blow and whips across the ring. He flies off the ropes and comes soaring back in, smashing like a cannonball into Donahue with a big back elbow! Donahue sits up, grimacing in pain and holding his collarbone where the elbow seemed to make impact. Kincaid holds his jaw, also hurting from these early exchanges as he snatches Donahue by the neck before he can get off the canvas. He snapmares him over, back to a seated position, and flies off the ropes again to nail him with a big seated dropkick to the side of the head. Slowly, he grabs Donahue off the canvas and pulls him to a seated position a second time. Kincaid takes a breath and runs the ropes, deciding to double up on his offence and nail yet another dropkick! Kincaid stays seated on the mat, adjusting his kneepads and frowning as a bit of pain shoots up his leg. The repeated targeting of the old injury over the last few weeks has slowed him down. Indeed, as a result he doesn't even notice when Andy Donahue rolls under the ropes to the floor. Donahue shows his intelligence, getting a turnbuckle post between Kincaid and himself, but Alex rolls out to the floor and presses his advantage. He grabs Donahue and pulls his head down, driving his elbow to the back of his head and then running him backward into the ring barrier. Donahue curses, holding his back and stepping away to try and make distance again. Kincaid grabs him and turns him around, smacking his head off the ring apron and sending the Heir Apparent falling to the arena floor. Kincaid rolls inside and gets to his feet, wiping some of his messy brown hair out of his face and considering his next move. He hits the ropes on the other side of the ring, gaining momentum, and then flies over the top rope with a huge tope con hilo to the floor! Donahue lands with a brutal thud. Kincaid gets to his feet, staring over the cheering fans and taking in their energy over his downed opponent. But once again his knee gives him some difficulty, he shakes some life back into it and leans on the barrier for a moment before getting back on offense. He heads back to Donahue and pulls him up, gritting his teeth as the other man’s dead weight refuses to budge at first. Eventually though he manages to get him up and he rolls him into the ring. Kincaid takes the gamble that the early flurry will be enough to keep him down and he slides under the ropes inside straight to a cover. The referee drops and counts a 1! But Andy kicks out with authority, seemingly frustrated with the notion that he’d go down this early in the match. Kincaid, frustrated, moves to his opponents legs and scoops them in to look for the sharpshooter. Donahue fights back, thrashing back and forth before he suddenly lashes one foot out into the side of Kincaids knee! The King of the North cries out in pain and falls to one knee and Andy Donahue quickly scrambles up to his feet. He rocks Kincaid with a big uppercut, snapping his head back and leaving him barely able to stay on one knee. Donahue hauls him off the mat, holding him across his chest and then tossing him up and over with a massive fallaway slam! A desperate Kincaid tries to roll with the impact, smoothly moving right into the corner but Donahue has the ring IQ to see this coming and charges in. Just as Kincaid gets to his feet he’s sandwiched against the top buckle with a massive body avalanche! Kincaid staggers out of the corner and Donahue lowers his base, popping him over for a big T-Bone Suplex! Kincaid seems out! Andy makes a cover! 1! 2! Kincaid kicks out and when he does it, there’s already less momentum than when Donahue got out. Alex rolls to his stomach and tries to get out to the apron, but Donahue grabs him by the foot and pulls him back into the middle of the ring. He stands over Kincaid and stares down at him, watching him try to sit up and escape. Just when Kincaid is nearly up he drops a big elbow right into his chest! Kincaid wheezes, the air driven out of him and Donahue stays on him with another elbow drop! He hooks a leg. 1! 2! Another kickout from the King of the North! Donahue looks towards the ropes and stands up, thinking of his next offensive option, but then he changes his mind and turns back toward Kincaid. He stomps on his knee again, holding his thigh and driving the full weight of his 280 pound frame onto Kincaids most vulnerable spot. Alex punches at his thigh, trying to force him off of him but he’s unable to get him to move. Donahue releases the pressure and turns towards the ropes. He goes to take a step, perhaps considering his incredible springboard moonsault, but Kincaid desperately reaches up and grabs the back of his tights! The referee admonishes Kincaid and Donahue turns to slap his hand away. Kincaid grabs his arm and throws a punch to his opponents gut, rolling onto one knee to hit him with another. Donahue snatches him off the ground and hauls him straight into the air. He runs to the corner and throws him back first into the turnbuckle! Kincaid comes bounces forward, woozily, and then immediately gets covered! 1! 2! Kincaid just barely kicks out. It may have been that Donahue only completed two thirds of the usual Tricolor attack combo that has kept Kincaid alive, but the King of the North is looking closer and closer to defeat every minute. Donahue sees his opening and pulls Kincaid to his feet, pulling him in for the suplex. He then hauls Kincaid up into the air and twists him around to set up the Irish Car Bomb! Kincaid kicks his feet to unbalance his weight though and slips down out of the suplex. He lands on his feet behind The Heir Apparent! Andy Donahue spins around to face him and gets hit with an absolutely brutal superkick! Andy is whipped around by the sheer momentum of the kick and bounces off the ropes. When he comes back Kincaid jumps into the air and smacks him with a flying lariat! Andy Donahue is down! Kincaid and Donahue are both on the canvas. Alex stirs first, crawling hand over hand to the ropes and using them to get back to his feet. He looks over his shoulder and notices his opponent is down. He looks uncertainly out to the crowd for guidance on what to do next. The cheers of the audience spur him on and he nods to them before he limps his way over to the corner. He heads through the ropes, and the audience rises as they recognize he’s looking to come off the top rope. He takes an uncertain step to the middle rope but then winces in pain and drops back down, his leg coursing with too much pain to continue the climb. This hesitation has given Donahue enough time to recover and he rolls to his feet. He rushes across the ring and hits Kincaid with a big forearm. Alex desperately grabs the ropes to stay on the apron and Donahue hauls him over the top rope into a huge suplex back into the ring! He rolls over and makes a cover! 1! 2! Somehow Kincaid manages to kick out again! Frustrated, Donahue smacks his hand off the mat and looks to the referee to verify the count. The referee confirms it and Andy pulls his opponent back to his feet. He pulls Kincaid into the corner of the ring and decides to try and slow things down. He slowly pulls back from the corner and then drives forward, viciously slamming an elbow into the side of Kincaids head. Kincaid collapses, but Donahue shakes his head and doesn’t let him fall. He pulls him back up by one arm and then winds back another one. This time hits even harder, enough to drive Kincaid’s feet up into the air as his head is whipped back from the brutal shot. But then suddenly fury flashes in Kincaid’s eyes! He reaches out, pie facing Donahue and shoves him out of the corner. Andy Donahue seems stunned by what has happened and Kincaid walks out of the corner to hit him with a brutal open handed smack to the face! Donahue is dazed by the blow, and Kincaid hits another from the other side. He then whips around and drives a vicious spinning back kick directly into the ribs of his opponent! Donahue doubles over, with the air driven from HIM this time! Kincaid rushes forward to keep the momentum and he pivots around before he blasts Donahue with a big discus clothesline! Donahue absorbs the blow, gritting his teeth and roaring in defiance as he stays on his feet! Kincaid stares wide eyed at the other man before he blasts him in the face with yet another superkick! Andy Donahue whips around from the force of the blow on one heel and Kincaid leaps into the air, driving his back down onto his knees with a backstabber! Kincaid makes a cover! 1! 2! No! Donahue kicks out again! Kincaid gets back to his feet and he looks uncertainly to the corner for a moment. He shakes his leg and tests his knee, and then he heads to the corner. As before though this gives Donahue time to start to pull himself back up to his feet. Donahue charges at him, but at the last second Kincaid ducks. When he turns around Kincaid flies into the air and smacks him in the mouth with a corkscrew elbow! With Donahue downed Kincaid gets up to his feet. He looks down, then grins roguishly at the audience. He points down to his opponents chest and shouts “Right!” before he leaps into the air and crashes down with a huge elbow “There!” Seeing the Right There! Elbow, an old offensive favorite of The King of the North draws some cheers from the crowd as Kincaid hooks a leg! 1! 2! Donahue kicks out. Sensing an opportunity, Kincaid pulls his opponent up off the canvas. Before he can capitalize though Donahue hits him with a kick to the ribs. Donahue grabs Kincaid and pulls him in for the powerbomb, looking this time to complete the entire Tricolor combo after a portion of it was his most effective nearfall in the contest. When he goes to lift him though, Kincaid rolls over one shoulder and lands on his feet behind him. Kincaid snatches a rear waistlock and grabs his opponents wrist. He spins him out and blasts him with a brutal Revolver Lariat! Donahue stares up at the ceiling, glassy eyes as Kincaid nods over and over again, seeing the chance to end this match once and for all! He pulls Donahue off the canvas and pulls him up into a Firemans Carry! He collapses to one knee, but then Kincaid screams in pure, animal determination and hauls himself back to his feet! He throws Donahue to the canvas face first with the Finishing Touch! He makes a cover! 1! 2! 3! Kincaid has defeated Andy Donahue! Alex rolls off his opponent, both men laying there shattered on the canvas as the referee comes over to raise Alex’s hand. Kincaid weakly pulls himself up, actually smiling a little as the referee raises his hand. Winner: Alex Kincaid via pinfallThe last show of the contest is a triumphant Alex Kincaid - having reached back into his past and breaking out his old finishers to put down a more than game first round opponent - with his hand being held high in the air by the official.
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:12:48 GMT -5
Jack D struts out to the ring to to the strains of the 80's rock anthem, smirking arrogantly the whole way to the ring before rolling in under the ropes to await his opponent. Richard Dweck walks out, and moves his head to side to side to crack his neck , interlocks his fingers and cracks that , salutes a peace sign and high fives fans all down the aisle , he walks up the steel steps and enters through the ropes female wrestler/ non wrestler style still. Canadian Championship Tournament Match - Bracket BRichard Dweck vs. Jack D
The bell rang and the two men went into a collar and elbow tie up. Jack D won and placed Dweck in a side headlock. Jack grinded the hold but Dweck picked him up and slammed Jackdown with a back body drop. Jack and Dweck came to their feet and Jack went for a haymaker but Dweck ducked and proceeded to land a few solid blows to Jack's midsection, followed by a leaping heel kick. Jack stumbled and Dweck waited, he tuned up the band and went for a super kick but Jack moved out of the way. Jack grabbed Dweck from behind and executed a perfect release German suplex. Dweck's body flew to the corner off of the mat. Dweck was seated in the corner when Jack's knee struck into his face. Dweck held his jaw while Jack began to lay Stone Cold style stomps to Dweck in the corner. Jack backed off as the referee threatened a DQ and flexed to the crowd. Dweck got to his feet in the corner and Jack turned around for a corner splash but Dweck moved out of the way and Jack crashed hard, sternum first. Dweck grabbed Jack from behind and brought him to the mat with an inverted DDT and went for the cover but only received a count of two. Jack got to his knees and Dweck began to lay in Daniel Bryan styles roundhouse kicks to Jack. Jack looked as if he was barely hanging on when Dweck hit the ropes and came across with a shining wizard. Dweck covered again but Jack was able to get his foot on the rope at the count of two. Dweck pulled Jack up but Jack used the momentum to force a small package and was able to hold for a two count before Dweck kicked out. Dweck and Jack both got to their feet and the two men began to exchange a series of blows back and forth. Jack blocked one punch and began to hit a combo of punches and chops to the chest. Jack came at Dweck with a roundhouse kick but Dweck ducked and hit Jack with a backstabber. Jack popped up holding his back and Dweck allowed him to turn back around connected with the super kick that he calls the Rick Kick. Dweck pulled Jack to the center of the ring and locked in the Punch Line and Jack quickly tapped. Winner: Richard Dweck via submission
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:13:06 GMT -5
The camera cuts to a video announcing the arrival of a new, hot prospect in First Class Pro; the camera was on a young woman, a large but still beautiful woman, who was walking down a Toronto sidewalk with a coffee in her left hand; she had a noticeable belly, large, tree trunk like legs and an overall sense of size to her but it certainly didn't make her unattractive.
She was clad in figure hugging, blue jeans with white and black sneakers and her large upper body was covered by a black t-shirt that read "Hail To The Queen" on the front of the shirt in white lettering; the woman was the 24 year old, 270lbs Victoria McKenzie, all the way from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne in the North East of England and she seemed to be enjoying the coffee that she had.
VM: "Alright, commoner commonwealther's and half-pint pricks...my name is Victoria Louise McKenzie; the Biggest...The Baddest...The Most Beautiful Brit In This Game!"
Victoria laughed cockily as she spoke in a thick Northern English accent as she continued to walk down the sidewalk, her swagger showing that she had a lot of confidence in her plus sized frame; she finished off her coffee and casually threw it into a nearby bin, before the camera panned up to show that she was standing outside a wrestling school; before the camera turned back to the cocky and confident British ex-pat who now lived in Toronto.
VM: "I've heard a lot about First Class Pro Wrestling; hell, how could I not, it's the premier promotion in not only Toronto, but Ontario...hell, I'd argue the whole of Canada! But, such as the way things are, history repeats itself and I am the new British Invasion for a new era! I'm here to remind everyone of their place in the pecking order, that people like me...will always be superior to people like you!"
Victoria prodded the camera as she rudely shoved the camera handler aside, she could be heard snapping out something about how she'd smash his head in if he got in her way again; the camera followed the heavyweight Englishwoman into the school, where two random young men were training; Victoria turned back to the camera and smirked a bit.
VM: "First Class, Get ready to see a First Class talent and get ready to bow down to Queen Thicctoria!"
The Geordie powerhouse then barged her way to the ring like she was on a mission, before she was about to be stopped by the head trainer, the man tried to put his hand on Victoria's shoulder, as if wanting her to leave, but all that got him was a big headbutt from the young woman that sent the older man to the ground in a heap.
VM: "Don't you EVER put your fucking hands on me, again!"
Victoria's tone had gotten the attention of the class, who were wondering just who the hell this behemoth of a beauty was; but Victoria just barged past them, the cameraman following the unpredictable young woman, as the British bruiser hopped onto the ring apron and stopped the two trainees from leaving.
VM: "Nah, stay there, mate, I've got a point to prove"
Victoria gestured to the camera as she entered the ring through the middle rope and stood across from the two trainees, who weren't really sure what to make of this woman who just crashed their training session; but, before they could really say anything, Victoria lamped both of them with a big double clothesline, her large size meant that the two scrawny trainees were turned inside out.
VM: "This is how it's done, I don't do anything fancy or flashy, because I don't have to! In this industry, as in life, size DOES matter!"
Victoria said to the camera as she blew the camera-lense a kiss, before turning around and picking up one of the dazed trainees and rocking him with a big headbutt that sent him staggering into the corner post; but, the second trainee tried to grab a hold of Victoria, only for the Geordie juggernaut to just send him back into the same turnbuckle with a big European Uppercut.
VM: "This is what I'm gonna do to EVERYONE in First Class Pro; because I'm Queen Thicctoria and I can do whatever the hell I want!"
Victoria laughed, she was clearly enjoying throwing her weight around and bullying other people as she backed up into the opposite corner, thumped her chest a bit before she bolted forward, with surprising speed for someone of her ample bulk, as Victoria just crushed both trainees in the corner with a big body splash, she lazily leaned against the ropes and flashed a pretty smile to the camera.
Backing up, the two trainees just fell on top of each-other, both seemingly out cold, but Victoria's rampage wasn't done there, she stood on the prone bodies of the trainees as an act of pure disrespect, before she ascended to the second rope and started to bounce up and down on the rope to get some momentum before she came off the second rope with a big body splash in the manner of Big Van Vader, crushing the two trainees under her 270lbs frame.
VM: "Now, I could do more, but then that'd ruin the surprise for when I make my in-ring debut; just know, First Class, that you are about to experience a British Invasion from the Biggest, The Baddest and the Most Beautiful Brit in the game, but, for now, I give you a parting gift."
Victoria then pulled one of the lifeless trainees up, he was out on his feet as Victoria hoisted the man up and spiked him right on the top of his head with a gnarly, old school piledriver as the camera cut out to a black screen and the phrase for all to see.
"Bow Down To The Queen"
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:13:31 GMT -5
Canadian Championship Tournament Match - Bracket C "Big House" Buck Henry vs "The Lone Sol" Colby Sol
From the moment the bell rings for this quarterfinal contest in the Canadian Championship tournament it's clear that something is different about “Big House” Buck Henry tonight. The moment the bell rings he rushes across the ring and shoulder blocks Colby Sol so hard he's sent crashing into the corner! Buck throws his arms up and roars to the crowd, who cheer in response as Colby tries to recover. BucK Henry turns around and grabs his opponent around the throat, looking to finish this contest off early. When he hauls Sol into the air, Colby desperately chops at his wrist and manages to loosen the grip enough to get free! He whips a big round kick to the thigh of Big House that cracks off the bigger man's flesh like a baseball bat! Then he winds up and hits another! Big House drops to one knee and Colby runs off the ropes, before he hits him with a low bicycle kick! Buck Henry finds himself covered for an early pin! 1! 2! Kickout from Buck Henry. The big, bald New Yorker shakes his head back and forth to try and get some of the cobwebs out. He gets back to a seated position as Colby Sol winds up for yet another big kick. This time, Buck manages to grab the leg though! He keeps a hold of the leg and struggles to rise back to his feet. Colby tries to pull his leg loose but he's unable to! Buck Henry throws the leg away, whipping him in a circle and then running him down with a big clothesline! Colby Sol rolls to his feet but then he's brought down with another one! He rises to his feet a third time, moving on dazed instinctive reflex and Buck Henry wraps his arms around his opponent. He pulls him up and over and slams him down to the canvas with a massive belly to belly side suplex! Colby is covered! 1! 2! Colby kicks out! “Big House” Buck Henry gets to his feet. He looks around at the crowd and then raises an arm in the air with a roar. He reaches down, locking his hand around the throat of his opponent and yanking him clean into the air! Colby gets planted with the Big House Boom! He jumps onto Colby and makes a cover! 1! 2! 3! Buck Henry has gotten the win! The big man slams a hand on the canvas, having finally gained a signature win in FCPW! He gets up and the referee raises his hand as the crowd cheers on his victory. Winner: “Big House” Buck Henry via pinfall
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:14:08 GMT -5
‘Afterlife’ hit the speakers, heralding the arrival of Jace Mason. The crowd gave a somewhat quiet but positive reaction as the Eternal Student stepped through the curtain. Jace nodded, a smile on his face as he took the crowd’s reaction before he started making his way down the ramp. Inside the ring, Amanda Jackson began the announcements. “The following is a first round match in the Canadian Championship Tournament scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Seattle, Washington USA, he is the Eternal Student, Jace Mason!” The crowd cheered again as Jace stood on the turnbuckles with one fist raised in the air. Jace dropped into the ring as his music faded and was replaced with ‘Get Ready For This’. The crowd broke into loud cheers as Rick Gallagher ran into view, accompanied by his partner, Nathan Galchenyuk. The Barnburners exchanged a handshake before Nathan receded to the back. Rick took a deep breath before running down the ramp while Amanda Jackson introduced him. “And introducing his opponent, from Parry Sound, Ontario Canada, Rick ‘Gally’ Gallagher!” Gallagher finished running the ropes and came to rest in his corner, smiling across the ring at Jace as the fans continued to cheer after his music cut out. Tony Watson(TW): “These fans seem to react more positively toward Gallagher compared to Mason, what are your thoughts on that Lonnie?” Lonnie Parks(LP): “Well, I’d guess it comes down to familiarity more than preference. This is just Jace Mason’s second match here in FCPW, while Rick Gallagher is more well known by the audience.” TW: “And who do you see advancing to the second round here?” LP: “I’m not sure, that lack of familiarity affects me as well. Mason had a strong showing against S Wole two weeks ago, and I’m interested to see how he matches up with a competitor that’s closer to his experience level. Meanwhile, we haven’t seen much of Gallagher in singles competition thus far, this is a chance for him to really show what he can do.” Canadian Championship Tournament Match - Bracket A "The Eternal Student" Jace Mason vs Rick "Gally" Gallagher
The referee called for the bell, and both men advanced into the center of the ring and began circling each other, with Jace taking cautious steps that were contrasted by Gally’s energetic strides. The two advanced into a lockup, pushing against each other as they fought for control. Jace was the first to break free, grabbing Gally’s arm and applying a wristlock. He cranked on the arm for a few moments before Gally broke his grip and transitioned into a hammerlock. He maintained a tight hold on Jace’s arm for a moment, but the second he went to adjust his grip, Jace took hold of his arm and Irish whipped him into the ropes. Gally rebounded back towards the center of the ring, and Jace met him with a back elbow before dropping into a cover. ...1!.Kick-out! TW: “Jace feeling out his opponent with that early pinfall attempt.” Jace pulled Gally to his feet and made to Irish whip him into the corner, only for Gally to reverse and send Jace into the corner instead. Gally tried to follow him in, but Jace sidestepped as he went for a running clothesline, holding onto the ropes to prevent Gally from pressing the offense further. Gally raised his hands and backed into the center of the ring. Jace left the ropes and met Gally in the middle of the ring once again. Gally dove for a single leg takedown, only for Jace to catch him and turn his momentum into a side headlock takedown. But Jace wasn’t in control for long, as Gally reached up with his legs and pulled Jace off of him with a headscissors. Jace attempted to bridge out, but Gally tightened his grip and held him in place. With his first escape route blocked, Jace was forced to shift his weight in order to reach out and touch the bottom rope with his leg. The ref started his five-count, and Gally relented at three before rolling back to his feet. Jace used the ropes to pull himself back to his feet, only to turn around right into a dropkick from Gally. Jace was stunned, and a smile spread across Gally’s face as he rose to one knee and the crowd applauded. LP: “And now the fun part begins. The feeling-out process has been completed, it’s time for both men to start trying to take control.” Jace stood up and advanced, only for Gally to catch him with a kick to the midsection and pull him in for a vertical suplex. Gally lifted, but Jace shifted his weight and rotated, landing on his feet behind Gally. Jace set him up for a back suplex, but this time it was Gally who escaped back to his feet, backflipping out and landing behind Jace. He backed up into the ropes and bounced off, catching Jace with a shoulder tackle as he turned around. Jace absorbed the impact and took several steps back to hit the ropes and bounce back into a clothesline that Gally ducked. Gally dropped down as Jace rebounded, then followed him to the opposite side of the ring, shoving him into the ropes before pulling him into a German suplex. Jace hit the mat hard, and Gally wasted no time rolling into a cover. ...1!...2!.Kick-out! TW: "And it's Rick Gallagher who takes the first advantage. Gally lifted Jace upright and dragged him into the corner, setting him against the turnbuckles. Gally rolled backwards to create some space and raised one arm, prompting cheers from the crowd before charging in and delivering a clothesline. He kept the pressure on, climbing to the second turnbuckle and raining down right hands. As the ref called for the break, Gally shifted his weight, planting his feet on Jace's hips before launching him into the center of the ring with a monkey flip. As Jace stood back up, Gally lifted himself onto the second rope and then launched into a crossbody that drove Jace straight back down. And as the crowd cheered him on, Gally hooked a leg for a cover. ...1!...2!.Kick-out! TW: "Gally continuing to impress the crowd with his athleticism." LP: "But he can't let the crowd distract him, he needs to stay on top of his opponent." Leaving Jace flat on the mat, Gally stood and hit the ropes, rebounding into a knee drop. But Jace rolled out of the way and Gally's knee crashed hard into the mat. Gally grabbed at his knee as he stood, and that gave Jace all the information he needed. He unloaded with a trio of kicks straight to the leg, then blocked Gally's counter punch and pulled him into a DDT. Jace quickly rolled him over as the ref dropped down to count the pin. ...1!...2!.Kick-out! LP: "Jace saw an opportunity and didn't waste it, using it to quickly take control of this contest." The crowd, who had loudly cheered on Gally’s offense, had gone quiet when Jace suddenly took control. But now they began to make noise in anticipation as Jace lifted Gally up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. And that anticipation turned to excitement as Gally wriggled free and slid out of his grip, landing behind Jace and going for another German suplex. But before he could lift him, Jace reached up and pulled Gally down with a snapmare, quickly following up by hitting the ropes and rebounding into a penalty kick across Gally’s chest. Jace glanced out into the crowd, who started clapping in appreciation, before backing into the corner and waiting for Gally to rise to his feet. And Gally eventually did so, albeit somewhat unsteadily, and Jace didn’t waste a second, exploding out of the corner into a shotgun dropkick. Gally crumpled on the impact, and Jace pulled him into a cover. ...1!...2!..Kick-out! The crowd cheered loudly as Gally kicked out, but they grew quiet as Jace sat up and eyed the top turnbuckle. TW: “Jace Mason potentially looking to go high-risk here.” And indeed, Jace rolled under the bottom rope and stood up on the apron before beginning to climb the turnbuckles. As he reached the top, he looked down at Gally’s prone body before launching into a shooting star press! But Gally rolled out of the way, and Jace hit the canvas hard. He quickly tried to get back to his feet, but Gally was quicker, shooting upright and grabbing him for a bodyslam. Gally lifted Jace and drove him into the mat before straightening up and pointing towards the sky, prompting more cheers from the crowd. TW: “And now it’s Rick Gallagher climbing to the top rope.” LP: “An interesting decision, we just saw how it went for his opponent.” But Gally had more luck than Jace, leaping off the top rope into a diving elbow drop directly onto Jace’s chest. The crowd exploded in excitement as Gally hooked Jace’s leg. ..1!...2!..Kick-out! Gally was fired up, pumping his fist to get the crowd excited as he grabbed Jace's wrist and pulled him upright. He whipped him into the ropes, then spun for a discus lariat as he rebounded. But Jace ducked under and then leapt onto the second rope, launching off as Gally turned around and catching him with a disaster kick! The crowd exploded with noise as Gally went down and Jace scrambled back to his feet. TW: "An incredible reversal from Jace Mason! Now calling for his opponent to get back to his feet!" Jace held onto the top rope and leaned forwards as Gally stumbled to his feet, then ran in to deliver Mason's Hammer. But as he left his feet, Gally sidestepped the punch, and the second he landed, Gally pulled him into position for a Snipe! The crowd cheered in excitement, and Gally nodded to them before tensing for the twist. But before he could deliver the move, Jace dropped to his back and reached up with his legs to pull Gally into a roll-up! ...1!...2!..Kick-out! Jace rolled out of the pinfall attempt back to his feet as Gally scrambled back to his and turned to face his opponent. Gally rushed Jace, only to be caught with an Extra Credit! Jace quickly transitioned into a cover. ...1!...2!...3! Winner: Jace Mason via pinfall'Afterlife' played once again as Jace stood up and had his hand raised by the ref, the crowd cheering his victory far louder than they'd cheered his arrival. TW: "Quite the performance from Jace Mason, far more impressive than his first match against S Wole." LP: "We talked in the beginning about how the crowd was more firmly behind Gallagher, but in the end that was his undoing, as he allowed himself to get distracted at the crucial point in the match and Jace took advantage." TW: "Jace moves onto the second round of the tournament, putting him one step closer to becoming FCPW'S first Canadian Champion."
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:14:38 GMT -5
“Him & I” plays to bring us back from break, Shannon Riley strutting down to the ring all on her own before entering the ring. The music shifts to “Hammer to Fall” and Artemis Evans marches to the ring, barely acknowledging her partner as she cuts her signature pose in the center of the ring, spotlight on her before the lights come up. “Bring Me To Life” hits and Justice Cross steps out onto the ramp, glaring down into the ring at the two women who jumped her on the 17th, but she holds her ground for the moment as the music switches to “Bounce”, bringing Fiona Harris out. The two women share a nod before charging the ring in unison, Shannon Riley bailing out completely while Artemis Evans shifts slightly, putting the referee between herself and her opponents as Harris and Cross hit the ring. The referee backs Harris and Cross to their corner as Evans and Riley share a few words, Riley moving to stand on the apron in their corner as Evans appears ready to start the match. Cross and Harris have a brief conversation as well, Harris giving a little nod to Cross before moving to stand on the apron as well, Cross turning to stare down Evans as the ref calls for the bell. “The Queen of the West Side” Shannon Riley and “The Glory Huntress” Artemis Evans vs Justice Cross and “Fuck Yeah!” Fiona Harris
Cross and Evans circle each other warily before locking up in the middle of the ring, the two women jockeying for position before Cross grabs a headlock. Evans counters out, leading to a series of quick reversals, back and forth; Evans hauls Cross down to the mat with an armdrag and immediately looks to lock in her Longbow submission hold but Cross quickly gets a foot on the bottom rope before the hold is fully locked in. Evans breaks the hold at the referee’s count of four, rolling to her feet in the middle of the ring as Cross rises. The women lock up again and the trade of holds is a bit quicker, more aggressive, each woman looking for chances to sneak in quick knees or elbows as they exchange. Finally Cross takes Evans down with a drop toe hold and jumps to her feet, immediately looking for a shining wizard but Evans quickly rolls away, to the ropes and closer to her corner as Cross stands tall in the middle of the ring. Evans reaches up for a tag to Shannon and, as Fiona implores Cross to let her into the match, Cross steps back towards her own corner, tagging in Harris. Harris and Riley charge each other, Harris ducking under a clothesline before springboarding off the middle rope and taking Riley down with a lucha-style armdrag before following up with a more conventional mat-based one. Riley pushes back up to her feet and reverses into an arm wringer but Harris quickly counters with a series of rolls until she has the leverage to reverse the hold, positioning herself behind Riley before scooping her up for a back suplex. Harris connects and quickly floats over into a pin, which Evans is quick to cut into the ring to break up with a kick to the side of Harris. As the referee moves to herd Evans back to her corner and Harris and Cross both hurl some curses at her, Riley takes the moment to rake the eyes of Harris, using the cheap shot to grab a headlock and pull Harris to her corner so that Evans can tag herself in. Evans immediately connects with a hard kick to the midsection of Harris while Riley still holds her before Shannon releases the headlock and steps out of the ring. Evans begins to work Harris over, pounding on her with forearms and knees and kicks, all while wisely positioning herself between herself and Cross, who is clearly chomping at the bit to get tagged back in. After a moment to catch her breath Riley is asking for a tag as well, wanting to get her hands on Harris now that her team has the advantage but Evans seems to ignore the request, focusing on wearing down the high flyer. After a series of knees to the ribs Evans connects with a bridging butterfly suplex that Harris kicks out of at two but Evans doesn’t seem concerned, almost a look of approval on her face as she gets right back on the offensive, as if glad her foe wasn’t done just yet. Evans mounts Harris, throwing down a series of right hands before the referee backs her off, admonishing her for the closed fists. The break is enough for Harris to recover a little and when Evans turns back to her Harris connects with a quick hurricanrana, leaving both women on the mat momentarily; Harris takes a second to shake out the cobwebs before turning and trying to dive towards the outstretched hand of Justice but Evans manages to grab her leg, hauling her back to the mat before she can reach, dragging her back towards the corner of Artemis and Shannon. As Evans pulls Harris back, Riley takes the opportunity to tag herself back in, clapping a surprised, and not thrilled, Evans on the back before entering the ring and putting the boots into Harris. Evans exits the ring with a scowl on her face and a few choice words for Riley but Shannon ignores her, stomping Harris a few more times before grabbing her legs, looking to set up her Four Leafed Clover submission hold. As Harris realizes Shannon is trying to lock in the cloverleaf she begins to kick, nailing Shannon with one in the shoulder that causes a momentary break. Harris pulls herself to her feet but Riley moves to pick the ankle, looking to take Harris down only to be met with a wicked enziguri! Riley goes down and finally Harris is able to stumble to her corner, making the tag to Justice! Justice comes in absolutely on fire, flattening Riley with a big clothesline the second Shannon makes it back to her feet, followed by another and then a big running crossbody, opting to lay in punches to the head of Riley instead of making a cover. The referee forces Cross to disengage before she’s disqualified, Cross standing and immediately turning, nailing Evans with a big forearm where she stands on the apron, rocking Artemis. Cross turns, stalking Riley as she pulls herself up, looking for the Lights Out but before she can pounce Artemis comes into the ring and launches herself, nailing Cross with the Silver Bullet Knee Strike! Before Artemis can capitalize Harris is back in the ring, staggering Evans with a running forearm before setting up an irish whip; Evans reverses, sending Harris towards a corner, Evans following but Harris deftly leaps to the second rope before nailing the running Evans with her Wipeout Dropkick! Harris scrambles up to her feet in the corner, only to have Shannon charge, leaping over her fallen opponent to nail Harris with a double knee strike, crushing Harris back into the turnbuckles. Riley drags Harris towards the middle of the ring, hooking her up for the Lucky Clover, lifting her into the air but before she can finish the move Justice Cross grabs the legs of her partner, pulling her back down to her feet before joining Harris in grabbing Riley, sending her across the ring with a double suplex! Harris and Cross get to their feet only to be met with a springboard moonsault from Evans, putting all four women on the mat! Evans is up quickly, dragging Riley to her feet and barking orders for her to “take care of Harris!” before turning to stalk Cross. As Cross gets to her feet and Evans grabs her from behind in a sleeper, Riley pulls Harris up next to the ropes, only for Harris to backdrop Riley over the top and start climbing the ropes as Evans nails Justice with a sleeper suplex! The landing position of Evans as she tosses Cross puts her right in the dropzone and Harris nails her with a huge Comet Crush Senton! The two illegal women finally roll out of the ring, both dazed from the impact, as Riley dives back in, scrambling over to Cross who is slowly pulling herself to her feet. Riley hooks her up, lifting her for the Lucky Clover but Cross shifts her weight to slip out the back door and as Shannon turns around she meets the Lights Out! Cross quickly makes the cover and before Evans can recover enough to re-enter the ring the referee counts to three. Winners: Justice Cross and Fiona Harris via pinfallAfter the match Cross exits the ring, offering hand to Harris on the outside who accepts the assistance getting back to her feet, knocking fists with Cross before the two head to the back as Cross’s music plays. Meanwhile Evans rolls back into the ring, holding her ribs and staring down Riley who is just starting to move. Evans moves over to her, glaring her down as she finally gets to her feet before nailing Riley with the Guillotine Strike, cursing down at the blonde as we cut to break.
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:15:11 GMT -5
Amanda Jackson: The following bout for the evening is scheduled for one fall, with a time limit of twenty minutes! Introducing first, from Parry Sound, Ontario Canada! He weighs in tonight at 223 pounds and stands 6 foot 1 inches! Nathan "Chucky" Galchenyuk! "Get Ready for This" by 2Unlimited slams on the PA system in the arena. Chucky makes his way out to the ring as the music plays, pumping his fist to fire himself and the crowd up before sliding into the ring, hitting the ropes a couple times before coming to a stop in his corner. Amanda Jackson: Introducing his opponent this evening, hailing from Cleveland, Ohio! He weighs in tonight at 195 pounds, standing 5 foot 9 inches, here isssss - Freddy Collins! Walking out to his music, Freddy Collins takes his time down the aisle, as he admires the fans in attendance and points to a few signs of his truest fans. The ‘Natural’ Freddy Collins was in the best shape of his life, and tonight he would have to prove his worth in the ring with an uphill battle against a much larger opponent. Tony Watson: What a match we have for you tonight folks! Lonnie Parks: Where? Oh, oh yes, I suppose I should do my job huh. Tony Watson: Don’t mind my colleague this evening, he has been cranky since his doctor cut off the viagra medication. We see Chucky and Freddy Collins are in the ring and ready to get this one under way! Lonnie Parks: Keep my personal business to yourself Tony! I don’t tell people about your wife running out on you. Tony Watson: I can’t wait until we find your replacement. And here they go! Canadian Championship Tournament Match - Bracket DFreddy Collins vs Nathan "Chucky" Galchenyuk
Circling the ring to get a feel for one another, Freddy Collins and Chucky come together for an elbow and collar tie up. Freddy slips behind Chucky immediately, going for the waist control, but Chucky won’t let him have it, and breaks the grip to get out of it. Chucky toe kicks Freddy in the gut and goes for an uppercut, but Freddy dodges it, bouncing off the ropes and ducking a wild clothesline, rebounding with a spinning wheel kick! Lonnie Parks: Wheel kick-out of nowhere! Tony Watson: Fast paced action to start this one off! Chucky taking it on the chin. Lonnie Parks: Like you did last night? Tony Watson: Freddy has Chucky up in a piledriver position! Lifting Chucky for the piledriver, but Chucky reverses, and backdrops Freddy! Stomping the back before locking on an indian deathlock! Freddy Collins screams in anguish as he attempts to crawl towards the nearest bottom rope. Dragging not only his weight but also that of Chucky’s body. After much determination and sweat is spent army crawling, Collins reaches the bottom rope and the referee breaks the hold! Tony Watson: Chucky shows us he has some submissions in his arsenal of moves. Lonnie Parks: Freddy needs to pick it up here, otherwise he’s going to be nursing an injury with the way Chucky is focusing on that leg. Tony Watson: Cannot discount the psychology of Chucky, he has a knack for finding a part on his opponent and staying to it. Lonnie Parks: What did we say! Look at that, Freddy was climbing up using the ropes, and a stiff kick to that leg sent him back to the mat. Chucky comes running in, sweeping Freddy off his feet with a soccer kick to his thigh, sending him flipping backwards onto his chest. Chucky grabs Freddy and pulls him up, hooking him for a suplex. Lifting him in the air, Chucky drops Freddy on the top rope gut first! He wastes no time as he runs to the nearest turnbuckle, and leaps off delivering a leg drop across the hanging Freddy Collins! Both men hit hard, Collins taking the brunt of it with the leg causing him to flip into the ring onto his back. Chucky quickly goes for the cover and hooks the leg. 1… 2…. Kick out! The gusto of kicking out and pushing his opponent off of him, helps Freddy get some distance as he rolls over to his stomach. Chucky shakes his head, as though upset that it wasn’t enough. Climbing to his feet, Chucky goes for a kick to the rising Freddy, but it’s ducked, and Freddy leaps up and german suplexes Chucky! Holding onto the waist lock, he bridges his back to keep Chucky on his shoulders for the pin! 1… 2….. Shoulder up! Chucky barely escapes. The move took him off guard, but showed that Freddy had life left in him. Freddy pushes himself up to his feet, and evaluates the ring. Chucky begins to stir, using the ropes in the far corner to get up. As Chucky stands up, Collins comes running from the otherside of the ring to deliver a splash! Lonnie Parks: Nobody home! Tony Watson: Big splash into the turnbuckle pad, maybe that metal rung, and Collins is dazed! Chucky uses the advantage and delivers a hellacious side russian leg sweep on Freddy! Motioning to the referee to move, Chucky ascends the top rope, perched and ready for the rising Freddy Collins. Tony Watson: WHEEL! WHEEL! WHEEL! Lonnie Parks: On the bus, they go round and round. Tony Watson: No it’s Chucky’s finisher! He just delivered a spinning wheel kick off the top rope! Collins is out! Lonnie Parks: But it took a lot out of Chucky too. Look how he landed! The two men lay on the canvas, about three feet apart, as Chucky finally rolls over and crawls over towards Freddy Collins. Draping an arm on him, Chucky goes for the cover. 1… 2….. 3….. Ding ding ding! The bell sounds and the match is concluded with Nathan “Chucky” Galchenyuk getting the arm raised. The hard fought bout going nearly the time limit with 18 minutes and 32 seconds. The fans cheer them on for their performance, as Collins rolls out of the ring onto the outside. Winner: Nathan "Chucky" Galchenyuk via pinfallTony Watson: What a match for this duo! Chucky comes up with the win this evening, but lets not discount the tremendous ring presences that Freddy Collins showed tonight. Expect these two to climb the ranks of FCPW! Lonnie Parks: I’ll believe it when I see it.
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:15:34 GMT -5
Andy Carter stands in the ring as “#1” by Nelly hits the PA system and out saunters “Infamous” Jonny C, making his way down and into the ring, seemingly equally concerned with making sure the fans know who he is and how great he professes to be as he is with the determined-looking young man across the ring from him. “Infamous” Jonny C vs Andy Carter
The match starts with a collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring and a quick exchange of counter holds, the size and strength of Jonny versus the speed of Carter. Carter ends up with a standing headlock and Jonny easily shoots him off and into the ropes; Carter rebounds back, ducking under a clothesline attempt and hitting the ropes on the other side before leaping at Jonny, looking to flip backwards off the bigger man’s shoulders into a hurricanrana. Carter seemingly underestimates the power of Jonny who manages to hold fast against the momentum of Carter, keeping his feet planted and allowing Carter to dangle upside down for a moment before muscling him up and driving him to the mat with a vicious powerbomb! Jonny plants a foot on the chest of Carter for a cocky cover but the smaller wrestler manages to roll a shoulder at two; still it’s clear the big move winded and dazed Andy. Jonny shrugs and pulls him to his feet only to immediately drop him again with a brainbuster. Jonny rolls to his feet, standing over Carter, striking a pose for the crowd before executing his Triple C elbow, connecting square to the chest of Carter before giving Andy a little kiss on the forehead and standing up. Carter rolls over after taking the elbow, slowly, achingly pulling himself up to his feet as Jonny watches, looking for the perfect opportunity to finish him off. Carter gets to his feet and immediately throws a superkick at Jonny, who sidesteps the attempt, grappling Carter from behind, looking for a back suplex. Carter backflips through the attempt, landing on his feet before, as Jonny turns around, leaping onto him, looking to lock in the AC Guillotine. Before Carter can properly get the choke locked in Jonny charges forward, driving Carter spine-first into the turnbuckles once, then again twice before shifting Carter up onto his shoulders. Jonny takes two steps towards the middle of the ring before popping Carter up and nailing him with The F’N Point. Carter eats the knee hard on his way down, crumpling to the mat, with Jonny lowering himself down onto him, counting along with the ref for the one, two, three. Winner: “Infamous” Jonny C via pinfall
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:16:02 GMT -5
Sunday Night Delight returned from commercial to "What's Left of the Flag" by Flogging Molly blasting and Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh trash talking the crowd from the middle rope. The instrumental to "Hell on Earth" by Mobb Deep hit as Trigger's attention becomes transfixed on the entry way. No one had seen Kirkland since he walked out of his last match at the last edition of Sunday Night Delight. The song continued to play before Trigger grabbed a microphone. Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh: "Now I don't know what the hell is going on with all of this bullshit! The good old commish, Lou Natic, drew my name with Alec Kirkland's name. Alec Kirkland walked out of his match last week--now he's not here this week. This match was supposed to happen earlier tonight but management, more than probably out of pure hatred for The Celtic Club, gave this man extra time and pushed the match back further in the show. Now, everyone knows that The Celtic Club is ALL about fair matches and competition but this is absolutely ridiculous. Let's face reality, the Universe knows that a member of The Celtic Club is destined to become the first ever First Class Pro Wrestling Canadian Champion--Johnnie's gonna beat Walker, Andy crippled Kincaid's knee so bad he can't do shit now and I was going to beat Kirkland anyway so I demand that this piece of shit zebra over here begins his ten count after that dumb bastard in the cheap tuxedo rings the bell. Let's go...get to it!" Trigger stared down the referee, the referee looked to the announce table, to the time keeper, the ring announcer, the stage. Nothing came in any ear pieces, no one came out. The referee signaled for the bell and the bell was heard. Canadian Championship Tournament Match - Bracket A Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh vs. Alec Kirkland
The referee began his ten count as Trigger flexed in the center of the ring with a cocky smile. The referee reached ten and called for the bell. Trigger was announced as the winner, the fans that were able to attend began to throw trash in the ring. Winner: Chris "Trigger" Cavanagh via count out
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:16:29 GMT -5
Sunday Night Delight returned from commercial to see Petey Walker stepping through the ropes to "Living on the Edge" by Aerosmith. Petey attempted to play up the crowd when a guitar chord is heard following by a voice "Behold the Kings. The King of Kings." Lights begin to flicker with the music "on your knees, dog". At the 0:13 mark, out from the darkness of the tunnel emerges the “One Man Dynasty” John Cavanagh in a hooded black robe with green trim, he heads down towards the ring accompanied by his valet Shannon Riley who is wearing a tight fitting and revealing dress. The two walk to the ring arm and arm they ignore the fans and Cavanagh trash talks to the camera. They reach the ring and Cavanagh walks up the steps, outstretches his hand for his valet who carefully walks up the steel steps. Cavanagh grabs the middle rope and raises it while simultaneously pushing the bottom rope down with the foot allowing Shannon to easily enter without revealing anything much to the chagrin of the men in the front row. Cavanagh steps in to the ring and outstretches his arms as Shannon grabs him from the side. Shannon takes his robe off as Cavanagh helps her out of the ring. Cavanagh turns his view to the inside of the ring as he prepares for the match. Canadian Championship Tournament Match - Bracket BPetey Walker v. "The One Man Dynasty" John Cavanagh
The bell rang and Cavanagh remained in the corner as Petey bounced up and down. Cavanagh laughed at Walker, not taking him seriously, Petey made his way towards Cavanagh and grew frustrated as John refused to lock up with him. Petey launched himself at John in the corner but John caught him and slammed him down with a spine buster. John laughed and pulled Petey by the hair, he hurled Petey to the ropes and caught him, slamming him down with a spinning sidewalk slam. John paint brushed Petey's face before he climbed to his feet, letting out an evil cackle as the crowd booed. Petey climbed to his feet and was turned inside out by a vicious clothesline from Cavanagh. Cavanagh covered Petey, the referee counted to two and John pulled Petey's shoulders up. John began to laugh and pulled Petey to his feet, John landed a slap across Petey's face and then lifted him up and seated him on the top turnbuckle. John slapped Petey once more and turned around to mock cut his throat to the hard camera. John turned around to an enraged Petey Walker who flew off the top rope and connected with a blockbuster. Petey sprung to his feet as John shook off the attack, Petey flew to the air and came around with a hurricanrana into a cover for a two. Cavanagh slid out of the ring looking shocked, Petey hit the far ropes and catapulted himself over the top connecting with a suicide dive on Cavanagh but Petey's head struck the guard rail. Both men got to their feet at the count of four. Petey went for a roundhouse kick but Cavanagh was ready and caught him, throwing him away with an exploder suplex that sent Petey's back crashing against the steel steps on the outside. Cavanagh pulled Petey up by his hair and rolled him under the ropes, Cavanagh followed after. Cavanagh got into the ring and pointed at Petey, he told the crowd to cheer for their underdog. Cavanagh pulled Petey by his neck to his knees. Cavanagh hit the ropes and went for a punt kick but Petey moved at the last moment. Petey popped up and caught Cavanagh with a step up enziguri. Cavanagh moved to the center of the ring shaking off the cobwebs, Petey came up from behind and jumped onto his back rolling over into a crucifix pin for another two count. Petey kicked up and the crowd erupted at the amount of intensity shown in his face. Cavanagh got to his knee and was met with a shining wizard from Petey. Petey motioned for the top turnbuckle and hopped to the top. Petey motioned in the air and the crowd exploded. Petey came flying off the top with his wanton bomb he calls the Air Walker. Petey connected, he popped up holding his back for a moment before turning around and hooking Cav's leg. Cavanagh was able to get his shoulder up at the last available moment. Petey's face became covered in frustration as he thought he had the upset. Petey motioned back to the corner for another Air Walker. Petey stepped onto the apron, he slowly climbed the turnbuckles...it was clear that first Air Walker had taken a lot out of him. He got to the top rope and perched but Cavanagh had enough time to get back to his feet! Cavanagh hit the top rope sending Petey crashing groin first to the top turnbuckle. Cavanagh climbed up to the middle rope and began to lay a series of punches to Petey's face. Cavanagh got to the top rope as he pulled Petey up. Cavanagh set him up and the two men came crashing to the mat with the Hell's Kitchen Drop, fisherman brain buster, from the top rope! Cavanagh crawled over and hooked the leg for the three count. Winner: John Cavanagh via pinfall
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:16:52 GMT -5
Coming back from break, S Wole is already in the ring, the chords of “Rock You Like a Hurricane” fading out before “Bad Boys For Life” hits the PA system and Jay Vaughan struts out onto the stage before making his way down to the ring, climbing the ring steps and stepping through the ropes as S Wole paces the far side of the ring. Both men obey the referee’s command to go to their corners without directly acknowledging the official and the bell rings. Jay Vaughan vs S Wole
S Wole circles warily as Vaughan watches with a bit of a smirk before following suit before the two lock up, Vaughan quickly snatching an armbar before transitioning to a top wristlock, using that to haul Wole down to the mat. Wole rolls through the hold and grabs a headlock but Vaughan quickly reverses out of it, taking Wole’s back and paintbrushing the back of his head with a couple of slaps before grabbing a headlock of his own. Tony Watson: “S Wole learning from his mistake in rushing Jace Mason last show, trying to take it to Jay Vaughan with a more deliberate mat-based approach tonight.” Lonnie Parks: “Yeah… only problem is it looks like Vaughan is a hell of a lot better on the mat than S Wole is!” The mat-based exchange continues with Vaughan maintaining near-constant control; every time Wole manages to reverse out of a hold Vaughan is able to counter back almost immediately, a look of almost amusement on the Brit’s face as his Floridian foe grows more and more frustrated. Finally Wole powers up to his feet while in a headlock, backing Vaughan into the ropes before pushing him off; Wole tucks his head to look to catch Vaughan with a backdrop but Jay sees it from a mile away, catching Wole with a kick to the head before connecting with a swinging neckbreaker. TW: “Wole telegraphed that one just a little.” LP: “Wole’s lucky he’s tough ‘cause I don’t think he’s that bright.” Wole rolls out of the ring after the impact, wanting to avoid a pin, but Vaughan simply stalks his opponent before landing a big plancha over the top rope, wiping Wole out on the floor. Firmly in control, Vaughan takes a moment to pose for the crowd before hauling Wole to his feet and nailing him with a V-Bone Suplex on the floor! TW: “Tough or not, Wole’s in trouble now.” LP: “Is Wole’s entire wrestling career just a plan to take advantage of free healthcare as much as possible?” TW: “He doesn’t even get the free healthcare, he’s American.” LP: “... ooh, this match might bankrupt him then.” Vaughan hauls Wole up to his feet and tosses him into the ring before hopping to the apron. Wole, to his credit, is pulling himself back to his feet but is dazed as hell, to the point where he gets to his feet with his back to Vaughan, unsure of where his opponent is. Vaughan shrugs before taking advantage of the situation, springboarding to the top rope and nailing Wole with a huge dropkick. Vaughan rolls Wole over and covers him but the tough guy from Tampa manages to get his shoulder up at two. LP: “Credit where it’s due, S Wole can take a beating.” TW: “Look at Vaughan though, he’s barely broken a sweat in this match. I think he’s ready to finish this thing off.” Vaughan grins a little before pulling Wole to his feet, hooking him up before connecting with the V-Plex. Without waiting even a second he immediately hauls Wole back to his feet before hitting a massive V-Bomb, crushing Wole with the huge sitout powerbomb, holding him down for the three count and the win. Winner: Jay Vaughan via pinfall
TW: “Dominant win for Jay Vaughan here tonight, hard to call that anything else.” LP: “Nevermind a stretcher, they might need a spatula to get Wole out of the ring tonight. Maybe he’ll have better luck in the High Voltage™ Battle Royal on the 14th? The show fades to break as the announcers laugh at that possibility.
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:17:13 GMT -5
Backstage, we're given a shot of FCPW interviewer Marie LaFleur heading down a hallway with a camera close behind her. Up ahead of her in the hallway, Alex Kincaid sits in a steel chair with one leg elevated on a box full of equipment. The King of the North sees the interviewer coming and he raises an eyebrow. Marie smiles warmly at him and she turns to the camera to address the fans at home.
Marie LaFleur: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with Alex Kincaid who won a hard fought quarterfinal contest tonight against the Celtic Club's Heir Apparent, Andy Donahue. For those of you who don't know, Alex is notoriously difficult to get an interview with. However tonight he has agreed-"
As she speaks an FCPW staff member heads in from offscreen and hands Kincaid an ice pack. The trainer takes a look at his knee and mutters a few words the microphone doesn't pick up. Kincaid scowls and nods. The trainer moves off and Alex sighs, looking back to Marie.
Alex Kincaid: "Forgot we were doing this. Yeah, yeah, I won that match tonight. Got the crap kicked of me. Had to push hard to get it done. Had to reach into my bag of tricks a little bit and come out with some old favorites. You want an interview? You want to know where my heads at? That it?"
Marie pulls a chair over to him and she takes a seat in it. He adjusts himself in the seat and winces a bit, leaning toward her.
Marie LaFleur: "Well...I appreciate you taking the time. I know you're pushing hard. I know you're hoping to become the first champion. Where does tonight rank? What's the high point of Alex Kincaid's career?"
The King of the North chuckles a little bit. It's an obvious question. For anyone else it would be easy to answer.
Alex Kincaid: "I don't know how to answer that question. The high point of my career... Not sure. I've got this problem, can't always see the forest from the trees. I'm always after the next thing. You might have to ask me when I retire. Or, you know, maybe after I win that belt."
Marie LaFleur: "Well, if you can't name the high points...maybe you can tell us about the low points. You're extremely vocal about the state of the wrestling business. You aren't afraid to call it out when you see problems. What led to this? What was the moment that made you be that man who had to pick those fights?"
Alex nods and thinks the question over for a moment. He sighs and shrugs.
Alex Kincaid: "I started doing hardcore stuff a few years ago. You know, I had technical chops. I had lucha chops. I'd done most of my work in Canada and Mexico. But when I came to the states, I was working in the northeast and everybody wanted to see what it would be like if I had to dig into the blood and guts stuff. You know, there can only be one real champion of any company. I had this tag partner, and I won't get too into the story because of what led to our falling out what personal. But me? I was the bad guy in that whole thing. I won't lie to you. Soon enough it came to me and him, and the loser had to leave the company. He wins. Dumps me in a pit of thumbtacks. And since I'd been badmouthing the company so bad for a couple of months that promoter was all to happy to get his security to drag me out the back and drop me in the parking lot. My worst moment? Laying there watching my blood trickle down into the sewer with the rainwater. No title. No friends. And a promoter who threw me away like trash when it was convenient."
Marie LaFleur puts a hand over her mouth, shocked by the horror of the story but when Alex stops talking she clears her throat and quickly collects herself.
Marie LaFleur: "Something you said in there. You said you had no friends. You're a bit of a loner, I think that's fair to say. We haven't seen you team up with a lot of your fellow wrestlers. You don't interact much on social media. You like to keep to yourself. I guess the fans at home wonder, is that because of experiences like that? Or have they done something to drive you away?"
Kincaid seems surprised by the question and he shakes his head passionately.
Alex Kincaid: "No, god no, not at all. Look I said it when they wanted me to team with the Barnburners. I am proud to share this locker room with the people I share it with. I put it out there every time I get behind a microphone, I'm a huge Fiona Harris fan. One of my favorite wrestlers. I love the Barnburners even if we came up short. New signings like Jay Vaughan, I know them from elsewhere and even if I don't always approve of the decisions they make I still think they're incredible talents. No, I keep to myself...I keep to myself for my own reasons. I'm a ball of anxiety. My mind, it always goes to the worst place. Like it or not, we're all after the same thing. That can lead to people stabbing you in the back. And even if doesn't, your paranoia that it will can lead to relationships fracturing. Better to stay on my own."
Marie nods.
Marie LaFleur: "How do you deal with that? Those negative thoughts? The stress? What do you do when you need to unwind outside the ring?"
Alex laughs and shrugs.
Alex Kincaid: "There's an outside the ring? Why would I need to relax from that? I don't need to get the stress from this place out of me. Those moments in there, bell to bell, those are the best moments of my life. The easiest parts of my day. It's all the shit in between, it's all the things promoters trick us into doing to each other just to hype up a fight everybody wants to see anyway that drives me up the wall. I deal with stress by wrestling. Every time I get the chance to do it I feel lucky. Stuff like this is the hard part."
Marie seems a bit taken aback and she laughs.
Marie LaFleur: "You're doing fine, I promise."
Alex Kincaid: "Yeah. I don't know. I think I'm the guy that wants to be an example of things more than someone who wants to tell people how to act. I want people to look up to me, to see a guy who came in with a history of screwing up, who becomes the first champion and then manages to become the franchise player of this place. It's not complicated. I'm going to make that happen no matter how hard it is."
Marie nods again and she points at the ice pack over his leg.
Marie LaFleur: "I guess that brings us to the elephant in the room. Your knee. It's been a nagging injury for a long time, and over the last few weeks opponents have begun targeting it. Tonight you were able to, I think it's fair to say, barely get by Andy Donahue by using the Revolver Lariat and Finishing Touch combination. That's a series of moves we haven't seen you use in a long time. You bread and butter in this company is your high flying skill. If you can't hit From On High, can you win this tournament?"
Alex considers the question for a moment and he looks toward the floor. He's still mulling it over when there's a shout from down the hallway. The camera pans around just in time to see Lou Natic whip past it to stand in front of Kincaid and LaFleur.
Lou Natic: "Just talked to the trainer about the state of that knee. They want to send you for an MRI, but they're still going to clear you for it. But the guy tells me he can't MAKE you wrestle and we're not going to hold it against you if the knee is too banged up to go. I told him you weren't a pussy and you'd be good to go next round."
Kincaid frowns and pulls himself up to his feet. He drops the ice pack next to the chair, irritated, and stares at Lou Natic.
Alex Kincaid: "I don't need you fighting my battles, Lou. I know why you want me out there and I'm not doing it because you want to see me keep going. But yeah, you get it. I can stand. That means I can fight. I'll win that championship on one leg if I have to, believe it."
With that, he gives another nod toward Marie LaFleur to thank her for the interview. He limps down the hallway away from the camera off to find some space. One might expect Lou Natic to be insulted by Kincaid's confrontational attitude toward him. Instead, when the camera pans over to him he's got just the tiniest bit of a grin on. We're left on that final shot as the camera cuts away.
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Post by Action Reel on May 4, 2021 16:17:42 GMT -5
The sound of breaking and shattering glass hits followed by “Die Mother Fucker Die” by Dope and the crowd instantly erupts in a chorus of boos as “The Anarchist” himself Mr. Tees makes his way out to the stage. Tees nearly gets into it with several male fans almost coming to blows with some of them getting into yelling, cursing and shoving matches with a few of the rowdier fans before walking down the aisle toward the ringside area. His reaction to female fans is quite different as they seem to love and adore him and he poses for photos with some, slaps hands with others he finally approaches one in particular who seems a bit masculine and looks familiar, he makes a sour expression on his face when gazing at this woman and is then promptly attacked by this woman who begins laying into him with a pipe. People are initially shocked when it is quickly revealed that this “woman” is indeed Tees’ opponent, sometimes “friend” and sometimes “adversary” Kevin Watkins. Watkins rams Tees head first into the steel steps and the steel ring post and then into the ring as the ref tries to get him to back up. He kicks Tees in the ribs a few times for good measure and whacks him with the bat once or twice more before the ref finally takes it away from him. The ref checks on Tees who struggles to get to his feet but is good to go, the ref signals for the bell. Canadian Championship Tournament Match - Bracket CMr. Tees vs Kevin Watkins
Watkins immediately comes charging into the corner Stinger splash style barely missing and hitting the post. Tees goes immediately into a cover and gets a count of 2. Watkins chops Tees’ leg and begins working it putting it on a spinning toe hold after using the ropes and jumping down on it. Tees escapes and Watkins begins ramming Tees’ leg into the ring post. He applies a figure four leglock around the post and receives numerous warnings from the ref to “break it” and “get back inside” the ref places a count on Watkins who finally breaks. Watkins again goes back to attacking Tees’ leg by wrapping it around the post a few more times before finally getting back into the ring. The ref yells at Watkins who can audibly be heard telling him “Fuck off!” Watkins nails Tees with a knee to the head and goes for the cover but the ref is totally out of position. Watkins screams at the ref gesturing that “it should have been a three count” and asking “can’t you count to three you stupid idiot?” While Watkins is distracted Tees nails him with a low blow and goes for a roll up… the ref counts normally but Tees gets only a count of two. Tees throws Watkins into the corner an connects with 'Nightmare on Tees Street' followed up by a 'Total Nonstop Tees (TNT)' Watkins appears to be on dream street as Tees goes for a lax cover simply laying backwards on top of Watkins without hooking anything… Watkins reverses on Two and catches Tees in a backslide. Tees manages to reach under the bottom rope which he is in close proximity to. Watkins goes to drag Tees to the center of the ring but Tees manages to hold onto the ropes. He kicks Watkins in the balls again and the ref seemingly doesn’t notice and/or doesn't care. Watkins doubles over and Tees executes a powerbomb. He follows up again with another powerbomb then for inexplicable reasons… throws Watkins over the top rope and out to the floor. He begins ramming Watkins into the ring steps and the ring post, a bit of retaliation from earlier. Tees than stacks up a couple of tables and mocks the seemingly injured Watkins. Tees takes Watkins back into the ring and executes 'Exit Pass' a move commonly used by Watkins (but taught to him by Tees) through the stack of tables. The fans begin a “holy shit” and “this is awesome” chant. Tees grabs a mic and begins speaking. Tees: "You son of a bitch! You made me do this. I gave you a chance to back out… to stand down and you didn’t take it you stupid… stubborn son of a bitch. Do yourself a favor and stay the fuck down!" Tees puts the mic down and rolls Watkins back into the ring. He places his boot on Watkins’ chest and tries for an arrogant cover. Watkins instead not only gets the shoulder up but counters into an ankle lock. Tees barely manages to get to the ropes. Watkins pulls him back into the center of the ring but doesn’t seem to have the strength to hold the move as Tees is easily able to get out of it. Tees climbs to the top rope and executes a diving headbutt. He again goes for a nonchalant cover and Watkins reverses into a cover of his own for a count of two... and one half. Watkins’ forehead is now inexplicably gushing blood when it wasn’t previously. The ref checks on Watkins who says he’s “good” to continue. Tees simply punches Watkins in the face and Watkins falls back and clotheslines himself on the top rope. Tees executes the 'Tees Driver' and goes for the win but Watkins again kicks out. Tees executes a second and a third 'Tees Driver' but again same result Watkins kicks out/ gets his foot on the bottom rope. Tees chokes Watkins in the corner with his boot yelling and screaming at him that this is “all Watkins’ fault.” Tees then throws Watkins to the ground and slingshots him into the turnbuckle. He follows it up by removing the turnbuckle pad and executing repeated Snake Eyes on Watkins dropping Watkins head/eye first over the exposed metal part of the turnbuckle. Tees gets a crazed look in his eye and begins choking Watkins with the straps of Tees’ attire and then his bare hands. The ref warns Tees who continues to pummel Watkins. Watkins no longer seems to be countering anything or defending himself as Tees lays into him with rights and lefts. Tees climbs to the top rope as Watkins lays motionless and executes 'The Brush With Greatness' not once… not twice but three fucking times in succession. Not even going for as cover this time Tees picks Watkins up again and nails another two 'Tees Drivers' Temptress, the rarely seen manager of 'Anarchy Enterprises' comes running out to a mixed reaction with tears in her eyes she can be heard pleading with Tees to “end this” and that Watkins has “had enough.” Tees angrily yells back, “Get the hell out of here…I’ll decide when he’s had enough!” Tees picks up Watkins again and executes another Snake Eyes to the exposed metal of the turnbuckle. He executes yet another 'Tees Driver', he begins demanding to the unconscious Watkins, “Beg for mercy!” after which point Temptress has no choice but to throw in the towel on Watkins causing the match to end. Though in all honesty the ref should have probably stepped in and ended things quite a while ago. Winner: Mr Tees via referee stoppageAfter the match Tees along with an angry and upset Temptress check on Watkins. Tees even helps load Watkins onto a gurney and returns to his more 'normal' personality with seemingly no memory or knowledge that he was the one who caused Watkins’ injury... as “Die Mother Fucker Die” blares over the PA system to end the show.
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