The beginning riff of Iggy Pop & The Stooges' I Wanna Be Your Dog instantly triggers an array of red lights shining throughout the arena as FKA the Wrestler slithers his way from behind the curtain sporting his usual ring attire.
FKA spreads his arms apart at the top of the stage, and gives off his trademark smile with his tongue sticking out. Finally, he makes his way down the ramp, wasting time by yelling at the fans. and getting into the faces of individual members of the crowd.
Announcer: Hailing from Yucca Valley, California... he stands at six foot two and weighs two hundred and forty pounds... FKA... THE.. WRESTTLLLEEERRRR!!
He climbs up the ring steps, slapping the top turnbuckle before climbing on top of it, and once again, spreading his arms out, flashing that twisted looking smile with his tongue slithered out.
He jumps off the turnbuckle, and gets to one knee in the middle of the ring, and holds up both hands flipping off the fans to a course of boo's.
We pan over the packed arena before the PA comes alive with Danko Jones' Forest for the Trees.
A video package starts with the words: Here we all fight for something. It is that something that makes us what we are. It is how hard we fight that makes us what we're worth.
From behind the curtain, Mitchell Quinlan strides onto the stage. He is covered in black; black shorts, black kickpads, arms taped black. It is save for a grey sleeveless tee of the Medusa that lightens up the attire some. Before the ramp, Quinlan drops his head and holds it there for a count of five. Picking it back up, he gazes to the cheap seats and nods.
We cut back to ringside with Davis and Williams. They are preempted by the announcer.
Announcer: Standing at six foot two tall, he is from Brantford, Ontario, Canada. He is Mitchell Quinnnlannn!
Cut to the ring now, and Quinlan is bouncing off the ropes. He stops and walks backward into his corner. He draws a small cheer when he removes, then tosses into the crowd, his tee.
As the bell sounds, both men circle.
Davis: Here we go, elbow to collar lock up. Both men veterans of the industry, with FKA having a bit more time on Quinlan.
Williams: Yes, but you have to take into consideration FKA's age. He may not be as quick as he once was.
Davis: FKA taking control with a side headlock.
Williams: He's got that secure as well, you can tell it's not his first headlock.
Mitchell grasp his hands together and sends an elbow into the side of FKA.
Davis: FKA getting two elbows into the side, lets go of his hold.
Williams: Mitchell Quinlan can counter almost anything, I think FKA should try a different approach.
Quinlan grabs the back of FKA's head, and yanks him backwards and down to the mat.
Davis: FKA sent to the mat by Mitchell Quinlan. Quinlan now off of the ropes, leaps up... and misses the leg drop as FKA rolls out of the way.
Mitchell Quinlan's face tells the story of a man who's bottom side doesn't feel too good as FKA rolls over and uses the ropes to get to one knee. He seems winded already as he stares at his opponent.
Davis: It can bee seen that FKA is not in the shape he once was.
Williams: Yea, but heart will get you a long way in situations like this.
Davis: Heart wont cover a man though for a three count without some serious work.
Mitchell Quinlan begins to get up and FKA uses this as his chance as he jumps up and runs at him.
Davis: FKA with running knee... Mitchell Quinlan drops and bring shim over with a dragon screw leg take down!
Except Mitchell doesn't let go. He holds the leg of FKA, who is on his stomach, and stands twisting FKA's ankle.
Williams: Submission maneuver by the submission specialist. He can bring that out of anywhere.
FKA grits his teeth and clinches his fist as the pain can be seen over coming him. He begins to reach out, however Mitchell Quinlan yanks back, pulling FKA more toward the center of the r red, white, and blue draped ring.
Davis: It could be over. I'm not sure how much FKA can take here.
Williams: At this point, I would just give in and live to walk another day.
The referee ask FKA if he wants to give up, but he shakes his head no.
Davis: True dedication there.
FKA stretches out, trying to get away. As he does, he is able to roll over onto his back. With his free foot he begins to kick Mitchell Quinlan.
Davis: FKA able to break free there, but the damage may already be done.
He quickly scoots back on the mat toward the ropes, draping his arms over them as Mitchell Quinlan rushes forward but is stopped by the referee.
Davis: FKA buying time by staying in the ropes.
Williams: This is the smart thing to do here.
FKA begins to stand, obviously in pain when putting pressure on his ankle.
Davis: FKA to his feet, he may have damage to that ankle courtesy of Mitchell Quinlan.
Quinlan runs at FKA, who moves out of the way, and swings around to help push him up and over the top rope, crashing to the ground.
Davis: Quinlan sent crashing to the outside. This may be what FKA needs to turn things around.
FKA tries to take a step but almost collapses. Outside of the ring, Mitchell Quinlan holds his head.
Williams: Mitchell Quinlan is not a brawler, so being outside of the ring is foreign to him.
Davis: If FKA was able to move right, he'd be right out there with him.
Mitchell begins to move as the referee begins counting. Using the edge of the apron, he begins to pull himself up.
Davis: Mitchell Quinlan starting to move around, trying to get back into the ring.
As he begins to climb back in under the bottom rope, FKA swings around kicking him in the face with his good foot, still trying to stay off of the bad ankle. Quinlan swings around and grabs his face. The referee points at FKA who puts his hands up as to say he didn't do anything.
Williams: Cheap move by FKA, but effective.
Davis: That's the smart thing to do. Keep your opponent outside of the ring, and the count going.
Quinlan shakes off the kick to the face grabs the ropes, pulling himself up to the apron. FKA runs at him. Holding onto the ropes, Mitchell Quinlan leans back, causing FKA to miss. He quickly climbs in between the middle rope.
Davis: Quinlan back in the ring and unhappy as he turns FKA around.
Mitchell Quinlan leans back and comes forward with a head butt to the chest of FKA. FKA lets out all of the air in his chest, grabbing it.
Williams: Oh my!
Mitchell steps toward FKA, who lets go of his chest and comes forward with an eye rake. Quinlan grabs his eyes and stumbles backward as FKA uses this opportunity to come forward, grab his neck and leaps.
Davis: Swinging neck breaker by FKA!
Williams: Yea, but was the eye rake needed? Really?
The referee looks down at FKA and motions to his face not to let him see another eye rake. FKA ignores the referee and pushes up to his knees. He is still breathing hard as he was earlier. He winches a bit as he pushes to his feet, his ankle still tender.
Davis: That ankle is still sore, you can see it in FKA's face. If he wants to win, he should end this as quickly as possible.
Williams: I felt sorry for him until he began kicking faces and raking eyes.
Davis: I spoke to FKA before the show and he isn't here to make friends Jennifer.
Mitchell begins to get up, and FKA heads over grabbing him. However, Quinlan reaches forward, grabbing FKA's legs and yanking back, sending him back first to the mat. Standing over him he holds his legs up. He takes a step in and begins to turn FKA over.
Davis: Mitchell Quinlan trying to put FKA into another submission hold. However, this time FKA is able to easily grab the bottom rope.
Mitchell Quinlan lets go as FKA uses the ropes to pull himself up, still trying not to put weight on the ankle. He steps forward as Quinlan comes toward him.
Davis: FKA ducks Mitchell Quinlan's arm.
Both men turn and suddenly, FKA comes forward, grabbing Mitchell's head and plants a DDT out of nowhere.
Davis: DDT by FKA!
Williams: He is known worldwide for that very move right there!
FKA rolls Mitchell Quinlan over and covers him. The referee drops and begins to count. As he does, FKA places his legs up on the ropes for leverage. As the referee's hand hits three, FKA pulls his legs down and the fans boo.
Willaims: The referee didn't see FKA's legs!
Davis: I told you, FKA said he would win by any means necessary.
Announcer: The winner of this match... FKA... THE... WRESTLLLEEERRR!!!!!
As FKA's music hits he quickly drops to the mat and rolls out so not to press his luck. Mitchell Quinlan gets to his feet and begins telling the referee what happened, but the call has already been made. FKA just grins outside of the ring.
Davis: Well, the winner here on the first ever Victory is FKA.
Williams: That was despicable.
FKA walks backward up the ramp, still showing his ankle is in pain, but stops long enough to wave Bye-bye to Quinlan with a smirk on his face before turning and heading up the ramp toward the back. We head back to the commentator's booth.
Davis: Well folks, that's all of the time we have tonight. From Jennifer and I, thank you for tuning into Victory! We'll see you next week!
Williams: Good night!
The copy right comes up and we fade to black.