At the arena.

[Drew Stevenson]

I have been away for quite some time and noticed that the FWA has changed in a way. As I pulled up to the arena where this weeks Fight Night was taking place, I shut my truck off and removed the keys from the ignition. Sitting there for a moment, this was surreal because I wasn't even sure if I would ever come back to this company but as they say; anything can happen in our business.


Removing my seatbelt and leaning over to place the keys in my gym bag, I grabbed it and opened up the driver side door where I exited the truck and shut the door behind me. Slinging my gym bag over my left shoulder, I began heading to the doors where I would make my journey yet again, that being the FWA, the place that I helped build once upon a time. Approaching the set of double doors, I reached down placing my hand on the silver handle and pressed inwards as the door pushed open and there I stood -- inside of an FWA arena, and let me tell you, a lot of emotions was running through me right now. As I walked through the area, everything seems so barren, like nobody was really talking to each other or anything of the sorts; it was definitely strange and not the FWA that I remember.


Being stopped as I walk down the quiet hall, a smile came along my face as I recognized this man all too well and he was one of the staff members named Tom, a great guy, a father of three and a man who I became good friends with during my time here.


"Mr. Stevenson, how in the hell are you?"


Still smiling, Tom and I embraced in a friendly hug as it was good to see each other again, especially since it has been such a long time.


"I'm good, how have you been and how are the wife and kids doing?"


Standing there and talking to my good friend, not much else seemed to be going on around here and that is a damn shame because it used to be so lively around here.

[Drew Stevenson]

Sitting around in the backstage area, I was bored and that's because it's too quiet around here. Sitting in the comfort, well, kind of the comfort of a steel chair; which is all we had around here to sit in - I hooked up my Nintendo Wii U to one of the monitors and decided to play some Super Smash Brothers hoping that somebody, anybody would come around and try to liven this place up a little.

[An Original Name]

Bell Connelly was leading something that was quite obviously a llama into the arena

A leash led from said llama's neck to Bell's hand. It also happened to be neon green and dotted with carrots. The llama didn't seem to particularly mind the leash, nor did it seem to particularly mind being led by said leash by Bell. It just seemed to have more or less decided that this was going to happen, so it might as well just accept things. It had that look of longsuffering that said precisely that. That it was just accepting its fate and moving forward.

It also wore a pair of bunny ears.

Bell Connelly "Out of the way!"

Bell shouted, waving her hands. Speaking to no one in particular

Bell Connelly : "That's right folks, move away! Just a girl escorting her pet rabbit to the basement. Why the Basement?Because that's where all the rabbit gear is, and we need to pick up rabbit gear.It's not like this is a llama and I'm gonna try to hide him in the basement and hope I can get away with it by passing him off as a bunny! That's just nuts! Just look at him!"

Bell tugged at the leash, and the llama dutifully stepped forward. "

Bell Connelly:He is quite obviously not a llama."