Jessie Lee’s entrance music, One Finger and a Fist by Drowning Pool, Thundered through the Survivor Series Arena as Finlay stood at the top of the ramp smiling. He had a Shillelagh in one hand that used like a cane and the other hand had a microphone tightly gripped. He watched as the crowd cheered and were ecstatic at seeing Jessie Lee stand victorious in the ring. She was a firecracker of energy and after a strong match with strong competitors, seeing a strong winner was exciting. Finlay nodded in positivity as he saw the other competitors strewn around, a few of them exiting passed him, not all of them, but some.
The scramble was a match of endurance. A match of will. A match of odds. A match with a story. A match with real stakes. All things the Woman’s division had been lacking. All things that really held back the division from being a beauty of its own. But with this tournament that was all changing. That had in fact been the plan since he was hired under the radar by the higher ups at WWFG to book and head the division. The tournament and road map was made, it was just up to the women to turn into reality, and this slobberknocker showed just that.
Fit Finlay began to make his way down the ramp, Wearing a congratulatory smile towards the Dommy Mommy Jessie Lee. The shillelagh clacking against the ground as he used it for a little extra support. He made his way up the steel steps and into the ring, handing off his weapon/cane to the referee and signaled for the music to die down.
“WHAT A FIGHT! Blow for blow, you are tough. And with much honor I am happy to congratulate you as the winner of the Queen’s Crown Tourney. You’ve proven yourself a face to this company and I’m proud to be able to crown you…” He pointed off to the side as the ring announcer entered the ring, holding a shiny silver crown. It sparkled in the light, small jewels catching the hundreds of lights that hung above the ring. “...And to reward you with the WWFG WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP!”
The crowd lit up to hear the news, but the mood among the referee and the announcer looked dire. There seemed to be some confusion about. The officials all looked at each other as the ring announcer went to whisper in the ear of Fit Finlay. Fit’s eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head a little. His body looked agitated before he dismissed the speaker on the micy phone guy. “Bloody Hell…What…No Belt? Didn’t they announce a title. They didn’t? This Cart Bloke really Acting the maggot. Fine. ”
“...Excuse me. I have misspoke. It seems even though I am standing in front of a truly valiant woman right now. There will be no champion crowned officially tonight! But there will be a Queen crowned. And despite anything else a leader! A face of a division with a title that represents the division! Without further ado!”
Finlay handed off the microphone as he gripped the crown. Jessie was in front of him as he went to walk behind her. He lifted the crown in the air, showcasing it to the arena as well as to the hard camera. They needed a good screenshot to put on the socials, and this was it. The crowd in full view, The winner in full views, and himself the legendary Fit Finlay in full view. He was still visibly ticked off, The damn protestants always edged him the wrong way and he was surely going to have to speak to someone.
Finlay placed the crown on Jessie’s head as little confetti dropped from the ceiling. This was a celebration. This was a moment.
The scramble was a match of endurance. A match of will. A match of odds. A match with a story. A match with real stakes. All things the Woman’s division had been lacking. All things that really held back the division from being a beauty of its own. But with this tournament that was all changing. That had in fact been the plan since he was hired under the radar by the higher ups at WWFG to book and head the division. The tournament and road map was made, it was just up to the women to turn into reality, and this slobberknocker showed just that.
Fit Finlay began to make his way down the ramp, Wearing a congratulatory smile towards the Dommy Mommy Jessie Lee. The shillelagh clacking against the ground as he used it for a little extra support. He made his way up the steel steps and into the ring, handing off his weapon/cane to the referee and signaled for the music to die down.
“WHAT A FIGHT! Blow for blow, you are tough. And with much honor I am happy to congratulate you as the winner of the Queen’s Crown Tourney. You’ve proven yourself a face to this company and I’m proud to be able to crown you…” He pointed off to the side as the ring announcer entered the ring, holding a shiny silver crown. It sparkled in the light, small jewels catching the hundreds of lights that hung above the ring. “...And to reward you with the WWFG WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP!”
The crowd lit up to hear the news, but the mood among the referee and the announcer looked dire. There seemed to be some confusion about. The officials all looked at each other as the ring announcer went to whisper in the ear of Fit Finlay. Fit’s eyebrows furrowed as he shook his head a little. His body looked agitated before he dismissed the speaker on the micy phone guy. “Bloody Hell…What…No Belt? Didn’t they announce a title. They didn’t? This Cart Bloke really Acting the maggot. Fine. ”
“...Excuse me. I have misspoke. It seems even though I am standing in front of a truly valiant woman right now. There will be no champion crowned officially tonight! But there will be a Queen crowned. And despite anything else a leader! A face of a division with a title that represents the division! Without further ado!”
Finlay handed off the microphone as he gripped the crown. Jessie was in front of him as he went to walk behind her. He lifted the crown in the air, showcasing it to the arena as well as to the hard camera. They needed a good screenshot to put on the socials, and this was it. The crowd in full view, The winner in full views, and himself the legendary Fit Finlay in full view. He was still visibly ticked off, The damn protestants always edged him the wrong way and he was surely going to have to speak to someone.
Finlay placed the crown on Jessie’s head as little confetti dropped from the ceiling. This was a celebration. This was a moment.