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AGGRESSION 40: Cleveland, OH - 12/31/08

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(Open up backstage, where we immediately find “The Former ESCAPE ARTIST” Erik Black and “The Ex-RAGING RUSSIAN” Ivan Dalkichev sitting placidly together on a bench in the locker room, looking at someone off camera. We can hear by that person’s voice that it’s none other than their manager, Nathan Fear…)

NF: Listen to me, boys… I know about last Aggression. I know you intentionally tampered with my flight tickets, causing me to miss the event.

ID: …so how was Sao Paulo?

NF: Unbelievably nice, given the weather here, but THAT’S not the point!

(The camera pans over to Nathan Fear whose face is as pink as his political schemes.)

NF: I know the two of you are trying to find any way possible to cut me out of the picture… thinking the two of you are better off on your own. Do you remember what happened the LAST time I left you?

EB: You mean that period of three years where we were free to do anything and wrestle anywhere we wanted?

NF: …oh yeah? What about the periods of financial disparity? What about letting your lives go to ruin to the drugs and alcohol? What about this fat bastard’s failed PORN franchise?? The two of you are complete FAILURES!!

(Ivan seems noticeably hurt by his being singled out, and Erik comes to his feet in their own defense.)

EB: Listen man… maybe you haven’t been paying attention, cause you’re so stuck up your own self-righteous horsecrap, but it seems to the two of US that you’re standards for an “elite and perfect” tag team only get in the way of our getting the job done! Did we do some ticket tampering? Yeah, I won’t deny my part in it! We gave you a VACATION, and we went into Unleashed with Olvir and KICKED ASS!!

NF: You only won by disqualification! You completely EMBARRASSED yourselves out there!

EB: Right, like WE were supposed to know about some guy popping out of nowhere and jumping everyone! If we’d known we were walking into a trap all along, we wouldn’t have even agreed to compete in the match… but then, YOU SIGNED US TO IT without even CONSULTING us!!

(Fear is simply FUMING now!)

NF: You listen HERE you little piece of—

(He cuts himself off as a shadow is now upon him. On his feet is the towering Ivan Dalkichev, who is completely stone-faced as he peers down to his manager.)

ID: I think we’re DONE listening for now…

(Fear appears noticeably flustered but quickly regains his composure.)

NF: The two of you are going to sit HERE tonight as punishment! You won’t be in the ring again without my go-ahead, and until I feel you’re ready to step back into the ring and be the REVOLUTIONARIES of the PEOPLE that you should be, the two of you can grow fond of this place!

(Huffing, he spins around and slams the door as he exits the locker room. Back on Erik and Ivan, both men fall back onto the bench as the smaller man pulls a joint of his jacket and doesn’t hesitate to light it. Ivan still looks angry.)

ID: I could SMASH that tiny door like it was nothing… we could go out there tonight, and show those Anthology twerps who they’re messing with!

EB: No, ‘Van… forget the Anthology. Forget the Boss, too. All the pieces are falling into place, and our time to act is coming…

ID: But when, Black-Daddy?

EB: Pay Per View…

(Erik takes a puff and passes to Ivan as we go to ringside.)
 

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Omega vs. Olvir Arsvinnar

Omega vs. Olvir Arsvinnar

Omega was obsessed in this match, matching power with the mighty Viking. He seemed to be searching the crowd for something the entire match, and found it when Frankie Scott stepped out onto the stage with Barb in hand, smirking. Omega’s attention diverted, Olvir took advantage, pounding away at Omega for a good three minutes while Scott looked on in amusement. Approximately six minutes into the match, however Omega caught Olvir from behind and hit The End, an Argenitine backbreaker into a spinning neckbreaker….for the pin. Omega then stalked up the ramp toward Frankie Scott, who made a hasty retreat.

Winner: Omega
 

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Frankie Scott vs. Damian Stone

Frankie Scott vs. Damian Stone

This match started off well enough, with Scott and Stone trading move and counter-move throughout the early portion of the match. Scott scored a near fall with a bridging suplex one moment, then Stone scored one of his own with a small package a moment later. Things got crazy though, as you’d expect they would as soon as Omega made his inevitable appearance. With Scott directly in his sights he rushed the ring, leaving the referee struggling to retain control. With the ref trying to get Omega out, Scott picked up Barb and waffled Stone with “her”, knocking him down and leaving him writhing on the mat. The ref turned ever so slightly to see Stone go down, but having spent the last thirty seconds trying to keep Omega out of the ring he’d had enough – and called for the double disqualification. With the ref out of the way, Omega lunged at Scott but Scott was quicker, slipping out of the ring and dashing up the ramp with Barb in tow and Omega hot on his trail.

Winner: None, Double DQ
 

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The First vs. Anarky

The First vs. Anarky

One of the most anticipated matches of the night, this one was more of a non-starter – but not with a lack of excitement as Anarky threw the match right out the window, choosing instead to brawl his way to near disqualification. But with the ref in his face, Anarky fell victim to a reverse school boy pin by a bloodied First who picked up the win. Anarky however got the last laugh as he continued to assault The First until security streamed in from the back enough to subdue him.

Winner: The First
 

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JA vs. Larry Tact

JA vs. Tact

Shawn Hart unexpectedly joined the announce crew for this match, explaining that he was doing some scouting work for The Anthology. JA was clearly still feeling the effects of his epic matchup with Sean Stevens at Unleashed as he was a shell of himself throughout the match. He was easy pickings for Larry Tact, who mercifully finished the former World Champion with a Delayed Fisherman’s Suplex into a Snap Neckbreaker, a move he calls the Starbreaker. JA was helped from the ring, holding his neck and still limping slightly as Hart commented on how impressed he was. He said much more, but I’ll spare you.

Winner: Larry Tact
 

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A Lit Fuse

DM: Word is that Kenny Lombardo has caught up with Fusenshoff.

MN: Ohhh, crud! What does he want to know, how to make the perfect cocktail?

The scene cuts to Kenny Lombardo racing down the hall after Fusenshoff, who’s walking at a brisk pace.

Kenny Lombardo: Fusenshoff!

Fuse doesn’t break stride, apparently in his own world.

KL: Fusenshoff!!!

Once again Fuse appears aloof and deep in thought.

KL: FUSENSHOFF!!!

Fusenshoff finally slows to a stop and gradually turns around. He looks like he just awoke from a dream.

KL: Fusenshoff… (catching his breath)… thanks for stopping. I have just a few questions that won’t take more than a moment of your time.

Fusenshoff: Sure, go ahead.

KL: Well, I guess first thing’s first. Where’s the booze? Have you finally given up drinking?

Fusenshoff: I don’t drink the day of a match. Well, not until afterward. I’d have little chance in the ring if I did… I’m sorry, but what’s your name?

KL: Kenny Lombardo. I’m the backstage interviewer.

Fusenshoff: Yeah I caught that much. The microphone gave you away.

KL: Right. Okay, ummm… how do you feel about tagging with Stevens and Stalker tonight?

Fusenshoff: I’m not a big fan of tag matches. I think the King of the Cage tournament proved that. It’s the whole stop… start… stop aspect of it that turns me off. It makes it harder to keep focused.

KL: Plus you’ll have the fear of The Fallen attacking you in the back of your mind all night, right?

Fusenshoff: That’s not a big deal. I’m getting used to that. Until I figure out a way to get Stalker to leave me the hell alone, I’ll cope.

KL: But it must piss you off.

Fusenhoff: You mean walking into the arena expecting a war of attrition, but instead some lunatic who didn’t get enough hugs as a child sticks his nose where it doesn’t belong? Yeah, it takes some getting used to. It makes nights like Unleashed that much sweeter when I get what I came for.

KL: You mean the Television Title…

Fusenshoff: I mean hearing the bell sound and fighting until either I or my opponent can’t take anymore. I want challenges to overcome… not gold… not glory.

KL: What are the odds that you turn on the World Champ and your nemesis and side with The Anthology for at least tonight?

Fusenshoff: Odds are I’ll take and dole out punishment. That’s a safe bet.

KL: Alright, well I can tell you’re a little distracted with your match tonight, so I’ll let you go. Good luck. Back to you Dean.

DM: Fusenshoff seems like he’s ready for tonight no matter what. He doesn’t seem phased by his predicament.

MN: Was that even necessary? If this guy isn’t ripping on someone or throwing haymakers he’s worthless. I think that might’ve been the most boring minute of EPW television ever.

DM: He gave us a pretty good idea what to expect tonight… anything. He’s more serene than charismatic, and all that really matters is whether he gets it done between the ropes.

MN: He needs a guy with personality like Stalker or he’s as boring as Roger Federer. I can’t wait to see Stalker turn him into the maniacal wrecking machine he’s destined to be.

DM: That day could come sooner than we think.
 

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Jared Wells vs. Felix Red - Hardcore Rules Match

[ The laid-back rhythms of “It Was A Good Day” by Ice Cube hum over the PA. Stepping through the curtain is JARED WELLS, who spares a moment to pose for those fans that recognize him and pop with dedicated spirit! With a wry and determined look in his eye, Wells comes down the ramp.]

TF: Ladies and gentlemen, the following event is a HARDCORE match set for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, and weighing in at 254 pounds… he makes his Empire Pro Wrestling debut tonight, representing the ANTHOLOGY… HE IS… JAAARREEEEEDD WWWEEEELLLLSSSS!!

DT: The newest member of the rising force known as Anthology debuts here tonight on Aggression! What do we know about Jared Wells, Dean? This is a name that is unfamiliar with many EPW fans.

DM: A big name if you’re familiar with federations like WWL and WFW. It’s going to be interesting to see how he develops here. With faces like Anarky and his opponent, I almost wonder if he feels somewhat at home!

MN: No place is truly “home” if they have to see your face once a week, Dean-O.

[Before Jared Wells enters the ring, he digs under the apron for a trash can full of weapons. He throws a variety of them into the ring, most of them long such as baseball bats and kendo sticks. Satisfied with the bountiful amount of weapons at his disposal, he comes into the ring and paces around. Moments later, “Agenda Suicide (Fake Agenda Mix)” by the Faint hits the PA. Slipping through the curtain next is a daftly grinning Felix Red, who makes his way to the ring, accompanied by El Gothopatomus and holding his EPW Tag Team Title.]

TF: And his opponent… accompanied to the ring by El Gothopatomus… he hails from the primordial ooze, and weighs in at 225 pounds… representing the Forsaken, he is one half of the EPW Tag Team Champions… HE IS… FEEEELLLIIIIXXXX RRREEEEEDDD!!!!

DT: So what about the history between Felix Red and Jared Wells?

DM: In WFW, along with Anarky, they were part of the stable L.O.V.E. Years later, those days are behind us, and now both men are fighting on two complete opposite agendas! To my understanding, Felix Red requested this hardcore match, as it was the first opportunity he had to prove his superiority over Jared Wells!

DT: Felix Red has survived many encounters here in EPW, and along with the First, represents one of the most impressive teams to dominate the tag ranks through most of 2008. But does he really want to be picking fights with a member of Anthology?

MN: Hey now… somebody’s gotta prove to those guys that you can’t just form a club and suddenly say you’re BETTER than everybody else! Felix is here to show just who wears the very huge pants in the tag team circuit!

[Felix smiles at the sight of all the weapons in the ring as he hands the belt off to El Gotho and slips into the ring, immediately picking up a baseball bat and holding it ready in case Wells comes after him. Jared sneers at him from his corner as the referee makes his final checks, and ultimately rings the bell.]

DT: Here we go! Felix Red is already brandishing that baseball bat and has it held ready to swing! Jared Wells is keeping his distance!

DM: Yeah, that’s a wise move on Wells’ part. One good, unprotected swing from that bat, and it’s lights out, game over!

DT: So it appears as though Wells decides to fight fire with fire as he picks up a nearby two-by-four, and both men are already brandishing weapons in the opening moments of this match!

MN: TWO-MEN-ENTER… ONE-MAN-LEAVES!! TWO-MEN-ENTER… ONE-MAN-LEAVES!!

DM: Can it on the Thunderdome references, Neels. Here comes Wells, breaking the ice as he charges forward and comes looking for a GRAND SLAM—but FELIX RED ducks it and gets away!

DT: Jared Wells is definitely showing this EPW crowd that he can come into this federation swinging! The way he handles that wood, he would’ve CRUSHED Felix Red if he had hit the mark!

MN: I’m sure Wells handles his wood quite well, Dave! That’s none of your business anyhow!

DT: Here comes Wells with ANOTHER heavy swing from that hunk of lumber—but AGAIN, Felix Red manages to evade! Red is practically hopping the way the moment Wells budges, much to the once known “Rage o’ Fire’s” chagrin!

DM: Red seems to know Wells’ style of wrestling inside and out! It’s like watching two old rivals getting reacquainted after some time apart from each other, testing each others moves to see where they’ve kept strong and where they might’ve aged.

DT: Likewise with Wells, who looks at Red now from across the ring… and just decides TO HELL WITH IT as he drops the 2x4 and charges HEAD ON into Felix Red! There’s Felix with a SWING OF HIS BAT—oh, but he could ONLY CLIP THE SHOULDER, as Jared Wells CONNECTS shoulder-first into his mid-section, and both men TUMBLE to the outside!!

Crowd: F*CK-HIM-UP!! F*CK-HIM-UP!! F*CK-HIM UP!!

MN: Those foul-mouthed hooligans are lowering the tone of our programming! Somebody get security to escort them out of the building!

DT: You can’t deny the paying fans who made the trip here what they want, Mike! The ringside seats are screaming for blood, and Jared Wells uses the hardcore environment outside the ring to his advantage as he goes to TOWN on Felix Red! Wells has one hand gripping Red’s dreadlocks and the other pounding away mercilessly into Felix’s face!

MN: That’s how my grandma used to make old fashioned hamburgers…

DM: Here’s Wells to his feet, bringing a stunned Felix Red with him… and just CRUSHES HIM back-first into the side of the ring! It nearly looked like Felix snapped his spine on that one!

DT: And Wells doesn’t let up, here grabbing the bruised and beaten Felix Red by the hair and the pants… and just TORPEDOING HIM over the barricade and into the ringside seats, as fans scurry out of the way!

DM: Here comes Wells over the barricade for more—OH!! But a CHAIR just came out of the air and clipped him in the head, and Wells tumbles back into the ringside area! I believe that came from FELIX RED amid the ringside seats!

MN: That was him, alright! Looked like a few fans broke his fall!

DT: This is turning out to be quite an up-close-and-personal type of match as Felix Red recovers, rising off of a pile of stunned fans! Here’s Wells just over the barricade, coming to his feet… and spots another CHAIR COMING—and he CATCHES it—

OOOHHHH!!! But the CHAIR goes RIGHT INTO HIS FACE as FELIX RED bounds off the barricade and comes into it with a MISSILE DROPKICK!!

DM: That was quick and instinctual of Felix Red, and it paid off well! Now he has an opportunity to take control and set the pace of this match!

DT: Here’s Red making the first pin attempt of this match, on the outside as falls count anywhere in this hardcore match!

One… and a quick kick-out by Jared Wells!

DM: Red allows Wells to recover on his own as he searches under the ring for a weapon… eventually settling for a trash can, otherwise known as a “clutter bin” by our ringside crew!

DT: It doesn’t matter what it’s called, as long as it gets the job done! Wells to his feet—but Red just SNAPS a Spinning Heel Kick out of nowhere, and sends him back to the floor! He could have rivaled Chuck Norris with that one!

MN: They say that under Chuck Norris’ beard—

DM: Neels… the jokes are old. It’s over. Move on.

DT: Back to the match… Felix Red, wielding that trash can, has it held HIGH over his head…

*CRASH!!*

Crowd: OOOOoooohhh…

DT: …and CAVES IT IN over the head of Jared Wells as he was coming to his feet!

DM: Red’s use of weapons is keeping Jared Wells at bay, who now finds himself in a dire position! Felix lays him onto his back… and now sets the dented trash can over his face! What does he have planned here?

DT: I’m not certain, Dean… Red taking ahold of the nearby ropes and boosts up to the apron… OH NO… FELIX RED OFF THE APRON—

*CRASH!!*

DT: WITH A DOUBLE-STOMP OVER THAT TRASH CAN WHILE WELLS WAS BENEATH IT!!

Crowd: THAT’S-HARD-CORE!! THAT’S-HARD-CORE!!

DM: That simply CRUSHED the life out of Jared Wells! I don’t know if anyone could come back from that!

MN: So much for a spectacular debut, but I never hold much hope in hardcore types anyhow…

DT: Here’s the tag team champion with the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

NO!! A KICKOUT by Jared Wells, who hangs onto this match!

DM: This Jared Wells is showing us all here tonight that he can take a beating… and take it like very few! He’s already forcing himself back up even after THAT move, as if he’s just shrugging off the pain and pressing forward! I think the Anthology have found a valuable gem in this athlete!

DT: That may be true, although if Felix Red continues to set the tempo of this match, you might find yourself eating those words! Red is back on his feet, waiting for Wells to rise… here comes WELLS, SPRINGING FORTH WITH A BIG HAYMAKER—but Felix Red DEFTLY jumps to the side and lands a KNEE to the ribs that puts Wells to the floor again! …and now Red is turning his attention to the fans!

Crowd: GET-THE-TABLE!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
GET-THE-TABLE!! *CLAP CLAP CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

[Shaking his head with a scoff, Red pulls up the curtain around the apron, drawing a POP from the fans.]

DT: It’s like I said earlier, you gotta give the fans what they want! And in this case, Felix Red is more than willing to give them that TABLE!!

DM: Tables of the sign of many things… a big, risky maneuver… a TREMENDOUS amount of pain… and a fitting grand finale to a hardcore brawl!

MN: Not to mention, should a table ever be covered in monitors and notes and occupies a few commentators, it’s more than likely it will be destroyed at any Pay Per View event.

DT: Felix Red slides the table into the ring and begins to set it up… but meanwhile, Jared Wells, back on the outside, is beginning to catch his breath once again and slowly recover! Perhaps Felix’s zeal to finish this one off in a spectacular manner was a mistake, as he’s taken his attention away from his opponent!

DM: Wells is moving around into Felix’s blindspot, taking ahold of a spare kendo stick left lying in that ring as he stealthily slips in behind Felix, finally putting the last brace of that table in place, and setting it upright! Felix turns around—and NARROWLY DUCKS a shot from that kendo stick!!

MN: Man, Jared can’t hit NOTHING tonight!

DT: Wells spinning around… just as Felix comes at him with a ROUNDHOUSE KICK—and it’s DUCKED by WELLS—

*CRACK!!*

Crowd: OOOOooohhhh…

DT: And he FINALLY CONNECTS with that kendo stick as Red was rebalancing himself!

DM: An impressive move on the part of Wells! Felix has been dodging him all night, but this time, even coming at him seemingly undetected, it was like he PREDICTED the counter-attack was coming!

*CRACK!! CRACK!! CRACK!!*

DM: OH!! And Jared Wells gets a bit of PAYBACK with interest, using that kendo stick on the incapacitated Felix Red!

DT: Here comes Jared with the cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO!! Felix Red manages to hang out, despite the amount of pain he’s in!

DM: Wells isn’t so quick to give up that weapon as he brings Red to his feet, and crosses his face with that stick…and DROPS HIM with a RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP!! All the leverage from that kendo stick came across the face and shoulder of Felix Red, just adding onto the effectiveness of that move!

DT: Jared Wells is taking no prisoners in this match! He needs to prove himself as an asset to the Anthology, and at the same time, show this old friend and rival who is the force to be reckoned with here on the stage of Empire Pro!

DM: Look at how Wells is setting up that stick now, set across the neck of Felix Red and hooking his arms over it!

MN: Kinda like how the Viet Cong tied me up with the other P.O.W.’s back when I was in the bush…

DM: Neels, everybody knows you never went to Vietnam. You were only 13 back then. But you’re right about keeping Felix Red tied up, or in this case binding his arms and exposing those ribs!

DT: You’re on the mark as always, Dean, as a completely defenseless Felix Red takes a BARRAGE of BODY BLOWS from Jared Wells!! Wells is NOT holding back those punches as he beats the tag team champion’s mid-section into a pulp!

DM: And now he slips behind… there’s the hook around the waist, and he follows through with a GERMAN SUPLEX!! Wells bridges, and Felix’s arms are outstretched, and his shoulders are on the match!!

DT: Could be a THREE-COUNT as Felix Red desperately KICKS THE AIR trying to escape!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR—OH NO!! Felix Red broke free at the last second!!

DM: Felix scrambling to his feet, and with the kendo stick wrapped in his arms, he quickly squirms it over his head and soon finds himself in possession of a weapon! Wells is DEFENSELESS as he comes back to his feet—

*CRACK!!*

DT: AND WELLS TAKES A SHOT TO THE FOREHEAD from that very kendo stick he just used on Felix Red!

DM: But Wells… DOESN’T GO DOWN!! He tells Felix Red to GIVE HIM ANOTHER!!

MN: He forgot to say “Thank you, sir” before that!

DT: Red settles for a BOOT TO THE GUT that doubles Jared Wells over, and sets him onto his SHOULDERS—could he be looking for the DOPE SLAM?!

DM: Felix has Wells lingering on his shoulders, trying to carry him to that table set up earlier in the match… but WELLS HAS AHOLD OF THE TOP ROPE!! Felix can’t pry him away, and now Wells has his legs free as he uses the turnbuckle for leverage!! What is Wells DOING?!

DT: He’s setting himself on the TOP ROPE!! Felix couldn’t keep control of him, and now Wells uses the higher ground to drive a ELBOW into the unsuspecting face of the tag team champion, thoroughly stunning him!

DM: Here’s Wells from the turnbuckle, bending down and taking Red by the waist… going for a… REVERSE POWERBOMB?!?

DT: FROM THE TOP ROPE—but FELIX ROLLS THROUGH!!

*CRASH!!!*

Crowd: OOOoooohhhh…

DT: And Jared Wells went FACE-FIRST THROUGH THE TABLE!!! MY GOD, WHAT A DEVASTATING DIVE BOMB!!

DM: He was looking to finish Felix off with that Reverse Powerbomb from the top, but the tag team champion used the last of his strength to roll forward and use his vice-like legs to carry his opponent that extra few feet into the table!! Wells is OUT!!

MN: With a mouthful of splinters!

DT: And here comes Felix Red, SCRAMBLING through the wreckage, hooking both legs as he crosses over the fallen Jared Wells!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

[“Agenda Suicide (Fake Agenda Mix)” hits the PA as a visibly exhausted Felix Red rolls off the chest of Jared Wells and is helped up by the referee, who raises his arm in victory.]

TF: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match… FELIX RED!!

DT: What a tremendous HARDCORE match from two very HARDCORE individuals! In the end, however, it was the tag team champion, whose quick thinking and sporadic timing, who spoiled the debut of his former stablemate!

DM: Felix Red continues to defy expectations as he squeaks out another victory, but we can’t overlook the impressive display of brawling expertise on the part of Jared Wells! In my opinion, Wells did well in setting the pace of this match, did some fine wrestling, and Felix Red got out of this one lucky!

MN: Dude… Felix Red might be some weird Hot Topic goth kid… but that guy’s got balls. Pink, dreadlocked balls.

DT: Will the Anthology be able to put this faux pas behind them? Or have they made a new enemy in the Forsaken? Only time will tell! Jared Wells has given the Anthology a new weapon, but tonight, Felix Red steps away tonight with the win!

[El Gothopotomus assists a hurt Felix Red up the rampway, handing him his half of the tag team titles. Back in the ring, Jared Wells, back on his feet, rubs the pain from his face as he looks up to the rampway with cold, intense eyes.]
 

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Numbers Game

[Without warning, the Empire-Tron lights up. Upon a white screen is a 3x3 grid of flipping numbers, randomly fluttering for a moment until a complete sequence reveals itself.]

==1====8====1==
==5====3====1==
==1====1====5==


[The code lasts for only a moment before fading to four more numbers that appear quite boldly.]

2 0 0 9​

[Cut to black]
 

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MAIN EVENT: The Fallen & Fusenshoff vs. The Anthology

DT: Folks, we’ve been told something is going on in the back. We’ll get you a camera feed as soon as we can.

MN: And right before the main event too, it figures!

[We get a camera feed in the back showing, that Stalker and Sean Stevens are currently pounding away on Shawn Hart and Cameron Cruise, Fusenshoff seems caught unprepared by this attack, but quickly gets in on punching Hart.]

DT: My lord it’s a sneak attack in the back hallway! Just as Anthology was getting ready to come to the ring, the World Champion and Stalker have launched this sneak attack!

DM: This might not be the most ethical of plans, but it’s clearly the right time to strike as whomever the third man is for Anthology he’s not helping them now.

DT: IT’S LARRY TACT! HE’S ALL OVER STEVENS!! TACT IS THE THIRD MAN IN ANTHOLOGY!

MN: No need to get so loud, I can see that on the monitor, yeesh!

DT: All six men now fighting down the aisle towards the ring. Various EPW staffers out here trying to get this chaos contained and into the ring so we can have our main event…OH MAN, Stalker got sent FLYING into the STEEL guardrail at the hands of Tact!

MN: Tact’s sure making it look like Anthology made a good choice taking him for a partner.

DT: Cruise now grabs Stalker and drags him down the aisle and now throws him into the ring! Cruise follows after him and he’s demanding the bell ring. [Bells rings] The bell has indeed sounded and this one is now underway. Cruise grabs Stalker and SLAMS him to the mat. Cruise off the ropes…MISSES AN ELBOW…Stalker quickly rolls to his corner and tags in Fusenshoff. Cruise gets back up, and he locks up with Fusenshoff, they are jockeying in the middle of the ring…Fusenshoff with an arm drag! And another! Cruise charges him again…INTO A SLAM! Cruise gets up and looks disgusted as he tags in Hart.

DM: Cruise has been a tag champ a couple times here in EPW and he knows if you’re not having a good run of it, give somebody else a shot.

DT: Hart now walks in and starts giving Fusenshoff a bunch of lip, and gets popped with a right hand for his troubles! Fusenshoff just peppering Hart with big time rights and now sends him into the corner and CRUSHES him with a big splash!

MN: You would think that would make his team happy, but apparently not!

DT: You are right, as the EPW Heavyweight Champion Sean Stevens is giving Fusenshoff a lot static and now DEMANDING to be tagged in, which Fusenshoff begrudgingly does. Stevens now putting the boots to Hart who’s doubled over in the opponent’s corner. Stevens now pulls him into the middle of the ring…Lifts him up and a TEXTBOOK SIDE-SLAM by the champ!

DM: He sure seems proud of himself, while this crowd doesn’t seem to like it at all.

DT: Stevens now swaggering over to his corner and tags in Stalker who charges into the ring and just STOMPS HART’S GUTS OUT! Stalker with a brutal series of kicks to the stomach of Hart who’s in big time trouble now! Stalker now picks up Hart…SNAP SUPLEX! And an elbow drop! ANOTHER! ANOTHER! AND YET ANOTHER! Stalker just beating the daylights out of Shawn Hart here!

DM: Stalker keeping it simple and keeping it brutal. This is smash mouth wrestling at it’s finest!

DT: Stalker now tags in Fusenshoff and lets him know it’s on him to end this match. Fusenshoff glares daggers at Stalker and now walks over to the prone form of Shawn Hart and grabs him by the throat…He pulls him to his feet…OH LORD WHAT A CHOKESLAM!!!

DM: If that doesn’t get a pin they might as well stop the fight anyhow cause Shawn Hart is DEAD!

DM: Fusenshoff stumbled a little after that choke slam…Sean Stevens just slapped him on the back and dives on top of Hart, he’s stealing the pin!


ONE!!


TWO!!!


THR---CRUISE MAKES THE SAVE!!


DT: And Stevens is LIVID that Fusenshoff didn’t do more to stop Cruise from breaking up the pin! Stalker and Stevens laying into Fusenshoff now, and now Stevens just SLAPPED Fusenshoff and told him to get back in the ring and fix things!

MN: I’ve never known for the slap to the face to be an effective team building move in tag wrestling, then again Sean Stevens is the only multi-time EPW World Champ and I’m a guy paid to crack wise about stuff, so what do I know?

DT: Well during that whole soap opera in the Champ’s corner, Shawn Hart crawled over and tagged in Larry Tact who now confronts an enraged Fusenshoff. The two men exchanging blows and now Tact whipped to the ropes…No reversal…Fusenshoff off the ropes…Ducks a clothesline from Tact…GETS KNEED IN THE BACK BY CRUISE! Tact now CLOTHESLINES Fusenshoff over the top rope and to the floor!

DM: Finally Anthology is able to turn the tables and get the advantage in this match!

DT: Cruise quickly to the outside after the prone Fusenshoff, and he THROWS him shoulder first into the STEEL ring steps! Fusenshoff slumped against those steps and Cruise KICKS HIM IN THE SKULL! There was nowhere for Fusenshoff’s head to go there as he just ate that brutal kick from Cruise…Cruise now throwing Fusenshoff back into the ring where Tact is waiting for him with a series of boots.

DM: You’ll notice Stalker and Stevens didn’t lift a finger to save Fusenshoff there. Not exactly all for one and one for all with these three.

DT: Tact now pulls Fusenshoff up, he hooks him…SWINGING NECKBREAKER! And Tact covers!


ONE!


TWO!


NO!

DT: Fusenshoff out at two. Tact tags in Cruise who goes right to work with stomps on Fusenshoff. Cruise now brings Fusenshoff back into Anthology’s corner and smashes his head into the turnbuckle. Cruise now working Fusenshoff with body shots and finally a big right hand to the chin. Fusenshoff slumps in the corner and now Shawn Hart is tagged in.

MN: You know he’ll be gunning for payback after the beating he took from Fusenshoff earlier in this match.

DT: Hart now measuring Fusenshoff as Fusenshoff gets to his feet…SUPERKICK BY HART! He just about beheaded Fusenshoff! The Cover!


ONE!


TWO!!!


THR---NO! NO!

DT: Somehow Fusenshoff kicked out! Hart is irate! He’s backing off and looks like he’s going to measure him for another Superkick…Fusenshoff again staggering to his feet…Hart with the super kick! Fusenshoff DUCKS! Hart turns and gets BLASTED by a clothesline! Both men down!

DM: And now the all important race to the tag…Who will get there first?!

DT: Hart makes the tag to Cruise…And now Fusenshoff inching towards his corner…HE LUNGES…WAIT STALKER SHORT ARMS HIM!

MN: Stalker pulled his arm back for crying out loud!

DT: Fusenshoff falls face first on the mat as his lunge for a tag came up empty. Cruise now pulls him back towards the middle of the ring and now comes off the ropes…LEGDROP TO THE BACK OF THE NECK! Fusenshoff is in a world of pain on the mat…And now Cruise is measuring him, waiting on Fusenshoff to get to his feet…Cruise hooks him for a REALITY CHECK…AND HE CRUSHES HIM WITH IT!!!


ONE!


TWO!!!


THREE!!!!

DM: And Stalker and Stevens didn’t even move from their corner, absolutely no help from Fusenshoff’s supposed teammates in stopping that pin.

TF: Here are your winners, SHAWN HART!!! LARRY TACT!!!! CAMERON CRUISE AANNNNNTHOLGY!!!

["Who Want It" by Trick Trick, featuring Eminem plays over the PA as Anthology leave the ring with their arms raised.]

DT: What a night of action we had here tonight at Aggression and who knows what’s in store in the future for any of these six men.

MN: I’d say Fusenshoff’s night will consist of a bunch of painkillers and booze.

DT: Stevens and Stalker walking away from the ring, leaving Fusenshoff behind, what was the meaning of this whole ordeal, what are they trying to prove with their actions towards Fusenshoff. Maybe we’ll get to the bottom of this next time, as for now, we’re out of time, see you all next time on Aggression!

[The camera cuts between shots of Fusenshoff now on his knees, slumped over the second rope, staring at Stevens and Stalker, and shots of Stalker and Stevens walking to the back, now and then turning to look at Fusenshoff and dismissively shaking their heads.]

[FADEOUT]
 
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