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FCW FIGHT NIGHT: Episode 1

New Beginnings, live from Hartford, Connecticut

The camera does a quick pan-around of the arena, the Hartford Coliseum, which is packed to capacity, before the title music, Furricane's "Backflip Renegades" and logo flash on the screen. The stage beneath the GiganTron is suddenly lit up by pyrotechnics, and the crowd goes ballistic, and as the music peaks, the pyro finishes and the camera goes back to sweeping the crowd, full of waving signs and eager faces. The view slowly fades to an announcers table, at which sit a middle-aged Silver Fox, and beside him a slightly younger Ocelot, both of them dressed well, black shirts and ties. As they smile up at the camera, the Ocelot speaks first.

"Good evening folks, I'm Chuck Luelland."

"And I'm T.D., Tony DiMarco," the Silver Fox continued, "Here for the first ever national broadcast of Furry Championship Wrestling: Fight Night! We are LIVE from beautiful Hartford, Connecticut, here at the jam-packed Hartford Coliseum, and we will be running the commentary for this evening, right here for you!"

"Damn right, TD! We thank you all for tuning in, we have a hell of a show planned for you this evening, but first we'd like to recognize our partners in crime; the sponsors!" The feline added with a dry chuckle.

"This broadcast, and every broadcast of FCW Fight Night, is brought to you commercial-free by Hardwood Wholesalers, 'If it's hard, and it's wood, we got it!', and by SoFurry.com, your worldwide Leader in Furry Sports Entertainment, with promotional considerations provided by Artstudio Molotov, reminding you 'This year, make it new... make it Molotov!' Now, we turn it over to our General Manager here on FCW Fight Night, 'The Don' Nicolai Orange!"

The camera view shifts to the ring, where a tall, slim male rabbit is standing, along with a slightly taller, slightly more athletic looking male rat, and a short, petite female mouse. The rabbit is dressed to the nines in a full three-piece suit, while the rat is decked out in FCW Green referee garb, and the mouse is in a cute, if conservative, skirt and blouse. The rabbit is holding a microphone, identifying him as the aforementioned GM.

"Thank you TD and Chuck, and welcome ladies and gentlemen of all ages, to the first ever broadcast of Furry Championship Wrestling: Fight Night!" He pauses here to let the crowd cheer for a moment, before shushing them to move on with the program. "Now before our first match, a couple formalities, I am Nicolai Orange, your general manager here on Fight Night. To my right here is the ineffable Steel Ankh, our head referee and chief of security, and to my left, is our lovely ring announcer and on-camera personality, the wonderful Miss Tenna!" A scattering of applause and cheers, then he goes right back to business. "Now, here is our lineup for this evening. We will only be holding two matches tonight, but don't fret, because there will be more than enough action to tide all you fans over. First up, we will be holding a Six Way Elimination Brawl, to decide who will have the honor of defending the FCW Women's Title!" The crowd, at least the male majority, voices their approval, drawing a sly smile from the lapine, who simply nods, hands the microphone to the mouse on his left, and bows his way out of the ring. The rat and the mouse move to one side of the ring, and the mouse starts announcing, in a voice that seems much bigger than her. As she starts, Tim McGraw's "Indian Outlaw" starts up on the PA, and the GiganTron and stage light up with many flickering colors.

"Now making her way to the ring, standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, weighing in at 186 pounds... Ravenhawk!" At this, a female Great Horned Lizard bounds out onto the stage, dressed all in tight white faux-leather, wearing a ceremonial Apache War chief Headdress, and moccasin style boots, and she whoops and stomps her way to the ring, rolling into it and bounding up a corner to raise her fist to the cheering crowd. After a moment though, the classic first riff to Motley Crue's "Kickstart my Heart" is heard, and all the lights go dim. The GiganTron shows the outline of a tall, muscled woman walking across the stage, and a sultry female voice says 'Come on boys, Let's Party!' as the lights come up, the song's Chorus kicks in, and the announcer starts up again.

"And now on her way to the ring, standing 6 feet 9 inches tall, weighing in at 260 pounds... Layla Black!" The leopardess has bounced her way to the ring by now, stopping by ringside to blow the camera a kiss before hopping into the ring. Her outfit is interesting; tight black pants, black boots, sunglasses, and a black corset top worn underneath a full Fishnet top. After she had entered the ring, the music changed, this time to Billy Squier's "The Stroke", and a grey housecat in all white, tube top, jacket, and tights, strutted her way towards the ring.

"On her way to the ring, standing 5 feet 6 inches tall, weighing in at 160 pounds, the former AFWA Women's Champion... Jetta Bentham!" As she gets to the ring's edge, the music shifts to "High Voltage" by Electric Six, and the stage pyro goes off three times, all white.

"Now entering the arena, standing 5 feet, 10 inches tall, weighing in at 192 pounds... Dangerous Dana!" The woman slowly walking to the ring is a tall, beautiful, slender Collie/German Shepherd mix, with Auburn hair and dark Golden fur, dressed in a tight, red one-piece bodysuit, but no boots.

"And now on her way to the ring, standing 5 feet 11 inches tall, weighing in at 240 pounds... Pathogen!" The music quickly shifts to "Porn Star Dancing" by My Darkest Days, and an obviously female Raptor saunters on stage, wearing a pair of black 'booty shorts', a black bikini top, and a full fishnet top similar to Layla's over that, but not much else. She also sports a Teal 'Mohawk' of feathers running down to the middle of her back, a stark contrast to her earthen hide and black clothes. She hustles down to the ring, and slides into it, pausing to lewdly grind against the ropes for a moment, before standing up and staring down her competition.

"Finally, on her way to the ring, standing 5 feet 8 inches tall, weighing in at 172 pounds... Enigma!" The stage suddenly gets foggy, and a slender looking Arctic Fox steps onto it, wearing only a tight, white one-piece bathing suit and Tabi boots. She looks at the ring intensely, and the foggers above her cloud her from view quickly, all the while Linkin Park's "Nobody's Listening" is playing. Suddenly, the lights go out, while the music still plays for only a second or two, and when the lights come up, Enigma is standing in the middle of the ring, much to the apparent confusion of the other women. Chuck pipes back in again at this point, having been silent to avoid interrupting the introductions to the FCW's Women's roster.

"You know TD; I still have no clue how the hell she does that... Anyway! There you have it folks, your lineup for this Six-way Elimination match for the Women's Title, and TD, I'm keeping my eyes on the lovely Miss Layla, that pretty kitty can ring my bell any time she wants, mrrrow-wow!" Chuck did little to hide his arousal, having been a long-time fan and unrequited crusher on Layla Black.

"While Miss Black certainly might have the Strength edge over her fellow females, never underestimate the power of experience or sheer determination. Jetta is a crafty veteran in the ring, and both Pathogen and Dana can match Layla fairly well in the size category. Not to mention Ravenhawk likely still has a chip on her shoulder, as she and Miss Black have some history as rivals. This match can only end violently, so without further ado..." He trails off as the bell rings, then finishes, "...IT'S GO TIME!"

The match starts, as all multi-fighter matches do, in a total clusterfuck of punches, grabs, and unseen attacks, all while TD and Chuck do their best to keep up with it all as the cameras bounce back and forth from view to view. In one corner, Dangerous Dana and Layla are trading blows, while in another Enigma and Jetta are locked up, jockeying for control.

"Whoo damn! This match is off to a blistering pace, TD! Dana and Layla are mixing it up, Jetta is grappled by Enigma, and Pathogen just got her Irish whip reversed by Ravenhawk..." A loud impact is heard from the ring at that point. "Oooh! Big powerslam on the bigger raptor by Ravenhawk! Lord, that looked painful, and so does that!!" The camera focuses on the smaller Ravenhawk pulling Pathogen's arms over her knees, and locking her into the 'Apache Pride', a camel clutch variant and one of her Finishing techniques.

"Uh-oh, Chuck, this could spell the end for Pathogen! Ravenhawk has her locked in, dead center of the ring, in her most dangerous submission hold!" The raptor cries out, shouting apparent obscenities at her captor, and struggling furiously, trying like hell not to give up. The more experienced lizard hangs on though, bending her foe hard, and putting all the pressure on her neck and back. After a few more torturous moments, the raptor taps rapidly on her foe's arm, shouting to the observing Head ref, Steel, that she gave up. He hopped up, signaling for the bell, and Ravenhawk rolled away from her fallen foe, taking a breather. "That's it, folks! First blood goes to Ravenhawk, as she eliminates Pathogen by Submission!" A loud thud comes from the ring, resultant of Dangerous Dana running headlong into Ravenhawk, downing them both. "Oh, look out! Train wreck in the ring, Dana just flattened Ravenhawk, and they're both down now!"

"Sweet mama Jesus, TD!" Chuck stepped back in. "Did you see that toss? Layla is bringing her A-game, and she's got Dana in her sights! She moves to pick up her fallen foe, not all the way though, has her bent over to one side, and she might be going for the Air Strike!" Chuck is sadly mistaken, as Layla actually pulls Dana up and over in a gutwrench Side Suplex. "Oh! No, not the Air Strike, a Gutwrench Suplex! God, every time she steps in the ring, Miss Layla proves again and again what a strong, dominant female she really is!" The drool is practically palpable in Chuck's voice as he watches Layla drop a big leg across Dana's head and torso, and then rolls over for the cover. "Oh snap, cover incoming, 1! 2! 3!!!" Steel pops up, signaling for the bell again, and Layla rolls the fallen canine towards the ropes, turning back to Ravenhawk. "Layla eliminates Dangerous Dana by Pinfall!"

"Look out, Enigma going for her Hurricanrana finisher... but it's countered!" TD comes back in, watching the Arctic Fox get powerbombed out of her finisher by Jetta Bentham, who falls to a knee for a moment, breathing kinda hard. "Jetta and Enigma have been trading off grapples both in and out of the ring while the others have been doing the eliminating, it's obviously taking its toll on Jetta, and it looks like she's sick of it!" The grey feline reaches over, rolling Enigma onto her belly, locking their legs, and pulling her arms back, then rolling down onto her back, locking Enigma in her signature Mexican Surfboard submission. Before TD has a chance to say much, or the ref to even ask, Enigma is howling in pain and shouting that she gives up. "Wow, that was pretty quick, Steel calling for the bell, Enigma eliminated by Jetta Bentham! We're halfway through this match already, Chuck!"

"This all seems familiar now, TD... it's like Layla's first championship victory all over again! She's outnumbered now by smaller opponents, but unlike the last time, Ravenhawk is at basically 100%, and Jetta's a wild and wily veteran, more so than Isis was back then." As Chuck speaks, Ravenhawk dashes at Layla for a clothesline, but misses. Jetta seizes the opportunity, coming from nowhere and dropkicking Layla's legs out from under her. "Uh oh, I knew this was coming, TD. The other two are going to gang up to eliminate her! Jetta's got Layla up, and Ravenhawk is coming over to assist... double Irish whip, but no clothesline this time, they floor the bigger Leopardess with a double drop kick! Jeez, come on Layla, get up, you've gotta fight back!" The audience is quite hyped now, as Jetta and Ravenhawk hit Layla with a Tiger Suplex and Dropkick combo, leaving the bigger woman floored again. They get her to her feet again, and again, Irish whip her. "Aw god, TD, they've got her in the turnbuckle, setting her up for something big..." As he trails off, Jetta and Ravenhawk each hook one of Layla's arms, and then climb to the top rope. "No no NO! I don't know what they've got in mind, but Layla's in big trouble! Come on, fight back!" Unfortunately for her, the combined speed of her foes and the damage that had already been done was too much for her to fight out of, and the two smaller women pulled her down and over, A Super Double DDT, and then rolled over each other, on top of Layla, Ravenhawk hooking her legs and Jetta pinning her torso. "Pinfall, 1! 2! 3!!! God damn it!" Chuck fumes away, off mic thankfully, as Jetta and Ravenhawk celebrate momentarily.

"Well, this is an unexpected turn, Chuck, now Ravenhawk and Jetta, celebrating in the ring, sharing a quick hug at eliminating their most dangerous opposition." As TD says this, Ravenhawk is hanging by the ropes, watching Layla sulk her way towards the stage. Suddenly, Jetta bounces up behind Ravenhawk, wraps her arm around the reptile female's neck, and drops to one knee, slamming the unsuspecting girl's upper back and neck into her knee. The audience cries out in mixed response, but Jetta gets up pumping her fists victoriously anyway. "Oh man! Surprise Inverted Neckbreaker from Jetta, and Ravenhawk looks like she's barely conscious! Jetta knows she's got this one in the bag, this is incredible! She's got Ravenhawk up to put the nail in the coffin, got both arms underhooked, salutes the crowd, and drops her with the Captain's Crush DDT! She's over, got the leg hooked, this one's for the title! 1! 2! 3!!!" Steel pops up, signaling to ring the bell, and runs over to Jetta, helping her up and raising her arm in victory. "That's it, that's it, it's all over, folks! Jetta Bentham, 2-time AFWA Women's champ, has shocked the critics and won the FCW Women's Title, beating out all 5 younger competitors to do it!!! We now go to the ring, and GM Nicolai Orange, for the Belt presentation!"

At this point, the camera pans to the stage beneath the GiganTron, where the GM is standing, holding the brand new FCW Women's Title belt. It's a large, black leather belt, with a pair of flag trios bordered in gold flanking the center (USA, Japan, and Great Britain on the left, France, Canada, and Mexico on the right.) In the Center, there's a golden globe backing behind three large gold letters "FCW" and above the globe it says "Women's" and below it says "Championship". The camera focuses on the belt, with a few cuts back to Jetta celebrating in the ring, and when the GM gets to the ring, he hands the belt to Steel, who hands him a microphone.

"Well, yes indeed ladies and gentlemen, give it up for your new Women's Champion, the ineffable Jetta Bentham!" He pauses for another round of cheering and applause, then continues. "We thank you, Jetta dear, for your amazing performance, and we will be awaiting your first title defense with marked anticipation!" At that, Jetta scoots herself out of the ring, and the GM continues again. "Well folks, good start to the evening, eh?" The audience replies with a smattering of cheers and applause. "Well, we can't do entrances for the next killer match we've got for you tonight, or else we'd be here til midnight, so I'll just introduce our competitors as they make their way to the ring." Ironically, Rush's "Tom Sawyer" comes on as background music while the GM goes on. "First up, from Brooklyn, NY, Brooklyn Jack Titus!" A large armadillo appears on stage wearing denim shorts, high-top sneakers and wrist tape, and heads for the ring. "Next up, one of our veteran stars, from Seoul, South Korea, the 'Ironman' Tim Phagan!" An Arctic Fox comes out on stage, wearing black tights with blue tribal designs and black boots. "Next, another vet, from Portland, Oregon, Big Daddy Urso!" A large, black bear comes out wearing Black padded tights, boots, elbow pads, and hand tape. "Next, from New Orleans, Louisiana, Lance Strummer!" A husky with loudly dyed blond hair comes out wearing a grayish leotard and black boots. "Next up, from Toronto, Canada, 'The Model' JTA!" A cougar wearing neon green speedos and matching knee pads, plus dark green boots and gloves heads toward the ring. "Next, from parts unknown, Rain!" A large, golden-mulleted lion walks out, wearing light blue speedos, kneepads, and boots, all bearing the image of a single white rose. "Next up, from Miami, Florida, Oni 'The Devil' Katzua!" A huge, white Kitsune walks out, with golden blond hair, and a black mask covered in white tribal designs, as well as black tights covered in skulls and black boots. "Next, we have- HEY!"

The GM is interrupted and forced to flee the ring by Urso rushing over and suddenly attacking the unsuspecting Katzua entering the ring. The GM twirls his hand in the air, sounding the bell, and the start of the match, and then several more guys pour out of the entrance headed for the ring; a large white tiger with dark blue trunks, two more bears, a grizzly in Blue shorts, and a huge Russian bear in a black singlet, a lean, gangly Coyote in black tights and boots, a large Golden Wolf wearing gold speedos, a beefy Tasmanian Devil wearing black pants and boots, a Bull wearing light blue shorts, and finally, a huge blue dragon wearing loose black pants and athletic tape on his hands and feet. Some of them are fighting before they even get into the ring, but no eliminations can occur until they are in the ring first.

"Holy mother of crap, TD! This is a mess; they started the match before the introductions were complete! Barbwire there mixing it up with Kable as they roll into the ring, JTA and Lance tussling in one corner, big Viktor Maximov rumbling over Oni Katzua as he lumbers over the ropes, and the rookies all doing their best to keep their heads above-Whoa!!" A slight crash is heard, and the camera shows 'Ironman' Tim Phagan laying on his back, freshly thrown from the ring. "Well, that saves me having to explain the rules, in this 16-man battle royale, if you are thrown over the top rope and hit the floor, you are eliminated, like Tim Phagan just was by rookie Drake Derringer!"

"Too right, Chuck, and this doesn't look good for Oni Katzua either, as Alex Ross and Viktor Maximov have him on top of the third rope, hanging on for dear life, pushing with all their might! Looks like his grip is slipping, and down he goes! Oni Katzua Eliminated! Look to the left, Lance Strummer has JTA up, looking to toss him out! They're at the rope now... wait, JTA has his feet hooked between the top rope and the second rope! He swings down, pulling Lance over the rope and to the floor! Lance Strummer is gone too now! Look out, Big Daddy Urso is in trouble, the rookie Mitsozuka has him in one corner, looks like Chokeslam city... Up, Over, and GONE! Wow! The unreal strength of the rookie, just chokeslammed the Super Heavyweight bear out of the ring, that's an elimination!"

"Boy the other bears didn't like that one, they've got the rookie cornered now, working him over. Whoa, look out first row, Bull Incoming! Barbwire, our senior veteran, just eliminated Ricky Michaelson! Man this match is keeping up a blistering pace, these guys don't want any of the others to win, and the faster they get eliminated, the closer they get to Championship Gold!" A thud is heard from the ring, along with a collective pained groan from the male audience. "Oh merciful Minerva, JTA just got floored by a huge low blow from Rain!! Not surprisingly, he gets rolled out of the ring and eliminated without much effort. Rain with some momentum now, he basically runs over Barbwire, and runs straight into a huge dropkick from Drake!! Meanwhile, back in the corner, Ross and Maximov are still working the rookie dragon over... whoa, lookout! They got him up, over... but no! He lands on his feet, on the ring apron, still fighting back hard!" Chuck is obviously intrigued by this dust-up, his voice reaching near-frantic levels of enthusiasm. "He drags Alex Ross over as well, now big Viktor Maximov! All three of these super-heavies are duking it out on the ring apron!" Suddenly, a quick spin move from the dragon sends both his opponents to the floor, eliminating them both. "Wow! A quick spin, with a headbutt to Alex Ross and a Tail Sweep to big Viktor, and the rest of the three bears are eliminated! What the-" A loud roar and a thump is heard, as the dragon flings himself off the apron, and lands on both the eliminated bears, eliminating himself in his rage. "Well, that's a shocker, folks! It looked like Ross *spit* in the rookie's face, and he eliminated himself just to continue the brawl, which is headed backstage as we speak!"

"Sadly, we won't be able to cover the backstage brawl as we have a match continuing in the ring!" TD pipes back in then. "Drake and Rain have been at each other's throats for a while, and Asher and Kable have been trying to eliminate the young Tasmanian Devil, known only as X! X is up over the top rope, but he hangs on before he hits the concrete, and now, Drake Derringer has Rain up on his shoulder, and drops him for a huge Powerbomb!! The tiger rookie now gets the stunned lion back up, picks him up in a vertical suplex... and handily tosses him to the outside! Rain has been eliminated, surprisingly, by the rookie Drake Derringer! Oh criminy, Drake just got clocked by a big dropkick from behind by Asher, and now only Asher and Kable remain on their feet! The two, briefly allies, are now staring each other down. Definite size and cruelty advantage to Kable here, but Asher's got the speed and wiles on his side."

"Damn TD, first real breather this match has taken, and ten guys have already been tossed! Kable tries for a lockup, but Asher tumbles by him, not wanting any part of the raw, bestial strength of Kable. Kable is, perhaps, best known for his dirty, unorthodox tactics, ranging from every dirty trick in the book, to straight up schoolyard bullying antics. Wedgies, wet-willies, ear-pulling, nose twisting, and even Indian Burns aren't out of the question for him if it gets him ahead of the competition. Similarly, tactics like licking, groping, or even unabashedly dry-humping his foes aren't uncommon from him. He's even been known to de-pants unwary foes before hitting them with a roll-up pin! Expect nothing short of everything from this wry ring vet, who just got taken down by a leg scissors! Asher on the attack now, raining down a flurry of mounted punches, Kable trying his best to defend..." Suddenly, a howl of pain is heard from the smaller Border Collie, who rolls away holding his arms across his chest. "What the hell, did Kable just give Asher a Titty Twister?!"

"Kable and his notorious tactics, Chuck! Now he is in control again, raining down the big forearm shots across Asher's back!" Unseen by the announcers, X the Tasmanian Devil has gotten to his knees in one corner, and Brooklyn Jack the Armadillo to his in another. Drake Derringer still lies flat against the third corner, and Barbwire hasn't moved from his face down position since a big hit he suffered earlier at the hands of Rain. "Asher up now, Irish whip to the ropes, big overhead flip by Kable, and so long Asher! The collie just got- WHOA LOOK OUT!" Asher hadn't been out of the ring for two seconds, when Brooklyn Jack had charged Kable, attempting a spear on the unwary golden Wolf, who in turn, had dropped at the last possible moment, dragging the second rope down low enough that the Armadillo ended up eliminating himself. "Unbelievable! Kable is totally in control of this match for the moment, and only 4 men remain!! Kable wiping the sweat away now, back to work, targeting the downed Tasmanian devil, X, now. Oh man, X comes up swinging, a quick throat thrust, and a kick to the midsection!" The Tasmanian devil, who had been playing possum, stunned the bigger wolf against the ropes, and used it to full advantage. He jumped up, springboarding off the second rope, flipping over the wolf, twisting himself 180 degrees, and pulling Kable's head to his shoulder as he fell. "X-Cutter!! Oh my god, the X-Cutter!"

"Man, TD, I thought Kable had this match in the bag, but now he's pretty well screwed! The rookie hit his finisher out of pretty much nowhere, and Kable isn't moving! X has him up now, against the ropes, this is probably all for Kable! X is struggling, can't quite seem to get the bigger guy out of the ring... wait, what's he doing?" The rookie thinks quickly, sitting atop the top rope, hooking his feet under the second rope, and grabbing Kable around the neck. "I gotta tell ya, folks, I've never seen a move like this..." Even as Chuck says that, X quickly lunges backwards, dragging Kable out of the ring, over the top rope. "...but it worked anyway! Now it's down to-" Chuck is interrupted by Drake suddenly flying into view, ramming his forearm into the recovering X's face, causing him to backflip off the rope, land shoulders first on the ring apron, and fall to the arena floor. "Mother McGillicuddy! Drake from left field just knocked X into next week, eliminating him!" Drake starts celebrating, a bit prematurely, thinking he'd survived the whole ordeal, until Barbwire starts getting to his feet. "I dunno what you're celebrating rookie, you've still got big, bad Barbie to deal with!"

"This is history in the making, folks!" TD steps in, while the crowd in the background is really getting pumped from the sounds of it. "The senior veteran in the locker room, and one of the highest rated rookie contenders, now stand face to face, only the other man between them and Championship Gold! The wily veteran and the energetic rookie are staring each other down now, neither one wants to be the one to make the fatal mistake... Expect the match to slow down considerably now, folks. The two move into a quick lock-up, broken by Drake, who takes a big swing at the swifter Coyote and misses. God, the intensity of these two is nearly palpable, back at the lock-up now, quickly into a hip toss by Barbwire, and then another one. Drake is trying to overpower the smaller veteran, but Barbie staunchly refusing to let him play that game. Drake goes for the lock-up again, but this time it gets countered by Barb, into a full-arm Dragon twist. He doesn't waste any time either, and after applying a little pressure, he drops the bigger tiger with a quick DDT!"

"Barbwire in control now, has the rookie up, again, Side headlock applied!" Chuck takes back over now. "Drake won't have it though, sending Barb to the ropes, and Barbie runs back straight into a back elbow, oof, that hurt just to look at! Rookie's got him up now, looks to be going for a vertical suplex, ooh, wait, countered by Barbie tangling their legs up! No dice there, and now Barb reverses it into a Russian leg sweep! These guys are trading control back and forth, both just trying to stay alive at this point! Barb has the tiger by the legs now, and slingshots him to the ropes! Oh man, for a second I thought Drake was going out, but he caught himself in the ropes! Just a reminder folks, stay tuned with us after the match is over for interviews with our new Champions!"

"Too right, Chuck, and whoever comes out FCW Champion will certainly have earned it tonight, these two don't show any signs of slowing down!"

"Uh oh, TD, things are getting dangerous, after a quick whip to the corner, the two are battling it out with fists back and forth in the turnbuckle! Barbie getting the upper hand in the roughhousing, forcing the rookie up on to the turnbuckle, but they continue trading punches back and forth!" Even as the two tired men trade slow punches and chops back and forth, suddenly a flurry of motion is seen, and when the camera finds the two again, both are lying prone on the floor, outside the ring. "Wait, what?! Jesus that happened so fast I didn't see what was going on! Did we just have a double elimination?!"

"The GM and head referee are in there now, discussing things, the medics down checking out Drake and Barbwire. We'll be getting a decision shortly... here's General Manager Nicolai Orange with the call!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, firstly, I want to thank all of you for coming tonight, and once more, give it up for our final two competitors, Barbwire and 'Dynamite' Drake Derringer! Now, upon a quick review of the situation, we have come to a decision. Since the Rumble can't end on a draw, we've decided the first man who hit the floor will be considered eliminated... meaning..." He steps over between the two, who are both on their knees now. He then grabs Barbwire's wrist, and hoists it above his head. "Barbwire is now our first ever FCW Heavyweight Champion!" The crowd has mixed reactions to the announcement, but as Barb is handed the belt, he climbs back into the ring to celebrate a little. The Belt gets a couple of close-ups, revealing the 5 solid gold plates, again the border plates are flags, but the center plate is taken up mostly by the letters FCW, and on top it says 'Heavyweight' and along the bottom it says 'Champion'. As the camera still focuses on Barbwire in the ring, TD's voice cuts in over.

"Folks, we've just been informed by the network reps that we've overrun our time slot, so quickly I'll just say, This is TD, Tony DiMarco, for Chuck Luelland and all the crew here at FCW Fight Night, signing off! Have a great night, fight fans!"

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