#ftw belt

[fly-guys]

What we really need to discuss is the fact that the FTW Belt got used to a life of luxury, fun excursions and dates while Jack was taking care of it. Is the belt going to be sad now that it’s back shoved in Hooks luggage??? Will hook have to do something to win back it’s heart???

I’m completely serious 

[nicklloydnow]

“On May 14th, 1998, Taz introduced the ECW fanbase with what would be known as the FTW Championship (also referred to as the Brooklyn World Championship). It was created after months of frustration as then ECW World Champion Shane Douglas refused to give him a shot at the title. Injuries would also hinder Douglas from facing Taz at the time.

The letters FTW manifested that frustration, meaning: “F*** The World.”

(…)

According to Taz, the title was a way to symbolize the rebellious nature of the ECW fanbase, which accepted Taz as the top star of the promotion and wanted to see him as the world champion instead of the highly protected Douglas.

“[The] FTW Championship has always been renegade, anti-establishment, and unconventional,” wrote Taz in an October 2020 tweet. “That has never changed, and that will never change.”

Upon the title’s arrival in ECW, it was made clear that it was a championship that the management had not officially sanctioned. Instead, it was a prize legitimized by the fans.

(…)

The FTW Championship was briefly seen in Xtreme Pro Wrestling in November 2002 when Chris Chetti declared himself the champion before losing the title to Danny Doring, who once again unified it with the promotion’s world title. However, these defenses are not considered a part of the title’s lineage.

The championship would then stay retired for almost two decades to follow. However, this changed on Night 2 of All Elite Wrestling’s Fyter Fest Dynamite special on July 2nd, 2020, where Taz brought the FTW Championship back and awarded it to his client Brian Cage.

(…)

PWInsider revealed that Taz owns the trademark to both the FTW Championship and its related logos, allowing him to do as he wishes with the design, thus allowing him to bring his ECW legacy to his new home in professional wrestling”

“Although the FTW Championship is consistently seen in All Elite Wrestling, it is referred to as not officially recognized by the company. The champion may be announced as such and have a custom black-and-orange chyron, but the FTW Championship exists in a world of its own. Even since its first day, the FTW Championship has been an outlaw title, unable to be contained by any promoter or company. It stands as a manifestation of The Human Suplex Machine's twenty-plus year's path of rage.

'FTW' had been a part of Taz's branding for quite some time before it became forged in gold. Standing for 'F*** The World', the three-letter initialism encompassed what Taz was all about. He was a one-man wrecking crew that trusted nobody, liked nobody, and hated everybody. Taz was the meanest monster in all of ECW, routinely suplexing people into oblivion and choking them out, surviving only if he let them. Taz was a major fixture of ECW programming, holding the ECW World Television Championship for 267 days. As one of the promotion's marquee talents, it was only a matter of time before Taz entered the world title picture.

(…)

On May 14, 1998, Taz unveiled the FTW Championship, arguing that if Douglas would not face him, then he would crown himself the world champion. The first iteration of the belt was a modified version of the company's Television Championship, with the leather strap painted orange and 'FTW' stickers placed over the plates. This would soon be replaced by an all-new belt, changing the FTW Championship into the design seen today in AEW.

(…)

Taz emerged victorious, regaining the championship he had created months ago, and unifying it with the ECW World Championship. Now merged, the FTW Championship was effectively retired. It took over twenty years for the belt to return, doing so under very similar circumstances to its origin. At the 2020 edition of AEW's Fyter Fest, with Jon Moxley unable to defend the AEW World Championship, Taz awarded his client Brian Cage with the very same FTW Championship. Its return brought the title back to professional wrestling's spotlight and to a bigger audience than ever before. The belt has retained the same combative and rebellious spirit that it was conceived with, with Team Taz carrying on the legacy of their namesake and ensuring that the AEW audience understands what an FTW lifestyle looks like.”

[heishook]

HOOK

Battle of the Belts • Saturday, April 13, 2024

[wolvertooth]

without spoiling too much for the new sabes series, its interesting that its based around logan being told the story

its definitely an au from the usual canon, but im curious to see where it goes if it ends up being half logan plot half vic plot.....like, how does this logan know n remember vic? whats their relationship n history been like?

[shawtys-things]

[iam-57311]

girls in red

help I've had These Two brainrot for days

[dustinslovehandles]

Not gonna lie, I was crying a bit too, Taz.

[renee-ckstrong]

Jack Perry is now MY GUY! I haven't liked Jack Perry for quite a while, but if he retires the FTW Title he will become my favourite wrestler. I've wanted that belt gone for so long.

I don't know what it was like in ECW but in AEW the thing infuriates me. IT'S NOT A RENEGADE TITLE IF TONY KHAN MAKES OFFICIAL MATCHES FOR THE THING AND IF IT'S NOT A RENEGADE TITLE THEN WHAT THE HELL IS IT.

[samixayn]

so who's breaking hooks undefeated streak 🎤

[tacodemuerte]

also my thoughts on the hook and samoa joe match last night is that, it was good! fun! it went as it should have!

i think this can lead for hook to become something more than an invincible hero who can suplex anybody. now we just need hook to do more than two moveS...then we r cookin with gaS

[allelitewrestlings]

HOOK AEW Battle of the Belts X • Apr. 13, 2024

[littlemagicalstardust]

After retaining the belt, HOOK announced the FTW championship will now be retired and then presented the belt to his dad, Taz <3

[heishook]

HOOK will challenge Shane Taylor for his FTW Championship following AEW Collision TOMORROW NIGHT!!! 🙌🏼❤️‍🔥

[lovethathookhausen730]

"All good things must come to an end" ~ Hook

Thank you Taz, Sabu, Brian Cage, Ricky Starks, Jack Perry, Chris Jericho & Hook for being one of the best FTW Champion ever this title really meant a lot for all of us fans even the legacy behind it I'm curious to see what Hook is going to do now that he retired the belt thank you Taz for creating this belt you did what you needed to do and it had to end in a bittersweet moment

Gone but never forgotten

FTW Forever

🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

📸: Bryce Remsburg

[inkblot-inc]

Hannah tryna explain how she got fired from her new job within two days:

Lunch Arrangements

Summary: From the RCD Universe; "Skitch going to see Wanda at her office for lunch. They had planned it out and everything. But for some reason the person working at the desk is sure Skitch can't actually have an appointment with Wanda. Skitch ends up having to call Wanda on her cell. Safe to say the person at the front desk sees the head tilt." - Anon

Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!reader

Warning(s): none that I can think of, I don't even think there's a language warning O.O

Note(s): I was just gonna simply answer the ask, but I had a bit too much in mind for dialogue, so I just made it a blurb- does this length still count as a blurb-? Anyways uh…I hope you enjoy :3

Word Count: closer to 900 probably

*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit

Fixing your leather jacket, you made your way through the front doors of Maximoff Headquarters, small plastic bag in hand. You were coming straight from work and there was a bit of a line at the corner store but you still made decent timing.

Walking up to the front desk, you notice that the blonde woman seems a little bit frazzled, so you try to make this quick for the both of you. You take a breath before a quick smile passes over your face. "Hi, I'm here to see Ms. Wanda Maximoff?"

The receptionist takes a quick look at your tousled appearance before going back to work at her monitor, "Ms. Maximoff doesn't have any outside appointments today, and we don't do walk-ins here."

"Nonono, I don't need anything fixed, I'm here to have lunch with her. We made arrangements for around this time."

The woman looked back over at you, obviously disbelieving. "Mhm, I'm sure. Ms. Maximoff has an important meeting slot scheduled for this time, so what you'll have to do is call and make your magical arrangements for a different time, probably on a different day. Alright, hun?" Her tone was a bit mocking and candy apple-sweet.

Your lips pursed a bit as you nodded at the lady behind the desk, "Yeah, I'll do just that. Sorry for keepin' you, miss." The blonde just makes a gesture away from her desk as she focuses back on her screen, keyboard clacking away. You step away slightly toward the seating area and take out your phone.

You have arrangements to work out of course.

---

It's always something.

When Wanda got your phone call, she was already on her way down on the elevator. You were originally going to meet her at her office, but her last check-in meeting ended early.

Walking out to the main lobby, she saw you in the sitting area before you could notice her. Wanda made her way up to the front desk to where the new hire, Hannah, was sat. As soon as the blonde woman saw her, she straightened up further and adjusted her desk area.

"Hannah, do you know why I'm here?"

"N-no, Ms. Maximoff. You have a meeting scheduled from now until two. Is something wrong?"

"I am supposed to have a meeting right now," Wanda's manicured finger points to your figure, while at this point, you've gotten up to go and greet your girlfriend. "With this person right here. So tell me why I had to be called to come down here to get them myself?" Wanda raised a brow, her head tilted as she watched the receptionist scroll through the digital scheduling. "I have it clearly marked in the system, 'L/N- meeting @ 12:15PM to 2:00PM'. How were you not aware?"

Wanda watched the receptionist sputter for a second, "I didn't know that your meeting was with them in specific, Ms. Maximoff-"

You could feel Wanda getting a bit tight at the situation as you came up to the desk to stand beside her. You rested a placating hand on her waist as you tried to lighten the mood a bit. "I don't know that we got as far as exchanging names, Wanda. I can't really blame her."

Wanda huffed, "I certainly can," she took a quick breath, giving your simple touch a moment to set in. "Commit them to memory then, Hannah. And see to it that this misunderstanding doesn't happen again. Am I understood?"

The poor woman struggled to even maintain eye contact. "Yes, Ms. Maximoff."

Wanda found your hand and loosely interlocked your hands together before you both made your way back to the elevators. On the ride back up, you both leaned on the back wall of the elevator, Wanda squeezing your hand as she continued to give the metal doors the stink eye. "Losing time over someone else's stupidity, I can't even-"

"what, five-ten minutes? We still have at least an hour and a half together before you go back to work and before you come home to me tonight. It's all~right, love." You brought your hands up to leave a quick kiss before rubbing your thumb over the back of her hand.

Wanda let out a slow sigh, and you could visibly see her unwind a bit. "I know I just- I made us lunch and this was what I was looking forward to most today."

"Well I was looking forward to it too, doll. What'd you make by the way?"

"Chicken Caesar wraps. There's extra dressing on yours of course."

"With soppage?"

That draws a giggle out of Wanda that makes you smile at the sound. "Yes, with soppage, I made sure to have extra napkins in my office."

You dramatically tilt your head on the back wall, eyes clenched shut in mock pain."Ugh, a woman after my own heart," turning your head to look over at her, you hold up your free hand with the small black plastic bag for Wanda to see. "I got us the goods too. Sprite and Sour Belts, baby."

All Wanda does is scrunch her nose up at you before the two of you share a kiss in the elevator.

[99hook]

The Wembley Aftermath

Synopsis: he won the ftw championship back and just like when he lost it, all he wants is you.

A/N: if you read comfort zone, you know what happened when he lost the title. This isn’t that. I had to channel my inner softie lovergirl so expect a lot of sweet shit in this one. Keep your eyes out for part 2. Enjoy babes happy ftw day 🖤🧡

“wish me luck lil mama”

The last message he sent floated on your screen for the better half of twenty minutes while your eyes were focused intently on the tv.

You were on the edge of your seat, gripping your phone with your slippery hand as you watched the match from thousands of miles away, just wishing you could be in that massive crowd cheering your man on with the rest of the eighty thousand plus fans.

As soon as the redrum was locked in you couldn’t contain your excitement. Tears were nearly brought to your eyes when Jack frantically tapped out, knowing how much this meant to Tyler and how long he waited to have his title back.

You felt your heart racing, unable to compose itself. He grabbed the belt and held it up for the world to see, and even though he appeared just as calm and collected on the outside as always, you knew that internally he was struggling to hold it all together.

As soon as he exited through the tunnel you opened his message, your thumbs struggling to type something comprehensively thanks to the jitters.

As you were deleting an unreadable attempt at congratulating him, his call was floating on the top of the screen.

You were quick to answer the facetime, grinning ear to ear when he appeared. Your smile instantly brought one of his own, and those dimples on full display for you to admire.

“Hey little mama” he beamed, attempting to steady his labored breathing as he headed to his dressing room.

“Hey champ” you brought on another one of his boyish grins that he attempted to hide from everyone backstage until he got to his room and shut the door.

He took a seat on the sofa and let an elongated, shaky sigh out.

“The ftw looks good on your shoulder again” you tell him, knowing and clearly seeing that he was still riled up and trying his hardest to steadily ride out that adrenaline.

He glanced to the side to admire it, his dimple indented deeply in his cheek as a prideful smirk slipped upon his lips.

“Feels good” he says, looking back down at you and your giddy smile. “Know what else looks good though?”

“What else?” You asked, cheeks flushing at the recognizable look in his eye.

“My girl and her cute ass smile. Would look even better if you were sitting here next to me right now.”

You dropped your head down, trying to hide the crimson blush on your cheeks.

“You know I wish I could be there.” You say as you lean back against the couch cushions, wishing this conversation wasn’t being had over your phone. “But you probably would’ve been annoyed by me screaming at the top of my lungs during your match.”

“You know that’s not true. I love it when you scream for me.” He smirks, his eyes flashing with that familiar gleam you’ve seen so many times. You felt your cheeks physically hurting from the wide, goofy grin you couldn’t contain and it only brought on yet another one to his face.

“Tyler-“

“Actually, scratch that. I love it when I make you scream for me.”

“Tyler!” You gaped, shaking your head.

“I’m just being honest.” He shrugs as he grabs the belt and places it down next to him, where he wishes you were sitting instead.

“Yeah, I know.” You deadpan. “But right now you’re about four thousand miles away from me and the last thing I need is for you to get me all worked up when you’re not even here to take care of it.”

“So you’re getting all worked up right now?” He raises his brows, holding that infamous, cocky grin on his face.

You hesitated before you spoke, pretty sure that he was thinking of accepting a little challenge you never initiated.

“A little. I just miss you.” You admitted.

“I miss you.” He quickly says back. “I’ll be there in a couple days though. Think you can wait that long?”

You shook your head, internally groaning at the fact that you still had two more days before he’d be making a quick stop to see you. There was just so much to make up for and so little time to do it.

“No? You can’t wait?” He tilts his head to the side. Before you get the chance to say anything back, hes getting off the sofa and walking to some other part of the dressing room.

You can hear things rummaging around but only had a view of the ceiling.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Packing up my stuff.” He says before he sets the phone down on a table. You watched as his clothes passed over the screen, getting stuffed messily in his suitcase.

After a few minutes he appears in the camera view again, now with a shirt on and his backpack straps over his shoulders.

He grabs his sunglasses and slides them over his eyes before he looks back down at you.

“Where are you going?” You asked. “The show isn’t even over yet.”

“They won’t notice I’m gone. Keep your door unlocked. I’ll be there pretty late.”

“Are you serious?” You could hardly contain your excitement, feeling butterflies immediately swirling around your stomach. “But I thought you had a couple more days left in London? Don’t you have appearances or-“

“I have priorities.” He cuts you off, “Specifically, you.”

You heard something else in the background the second he said that. Three knocks on the door before he called whoever in, and it ended up being Taz.

Evidently he took one look at his son’s attire and said, “Where you runnin’ off to? Going out to celebrate already? I told you I’d buy you some drinks tonight after we leave.”

He placed the phone down and you listened quietly.

“I’m leaving a little early.” He tells his dad. “But when we get back home I’ll be up for those drinks.”

Taz eyed his son skeptically before those suspicious glances averted over to his phone, where you were still on the screen.

“Oh, I see.” He nods. “Yn, nice to see you honey. Wish you could’ve been here in person. Tyler’s been talking non stop about you since-“

“Alright she gets it.” Tyler cuts him off, grabbing his phone and showing his dad in your camera view.

“I wish I could’ve been there too, but next time I will be for sure!” You tell him.

“God I hope so. I don’t think my son can take it if you’re not. Been walking around all day like a lost puppy-“

“Alright thanks dad” he turns the camera back on him, shaking his head.

“Anyway baby, I’ll be seeing you soon. Get some sleep before I get there so you’ll be ready when I-“ he cuts himself off when he realizes he was about to say something he never should in front of his dad.

“I’ll call you back when I board the plane.” He improvises. Your wide, grin brought one last smile to his face when you nod, saying your goodbyes before he hangs up the phone.

“This might come back to bite you in the ass son. But I’m not stopping you.” Taz tells him, holding both hands up.

“If I get in a little trouble, it’s worth it.”

“That’s what your mother and I said too, then you came along.” Taz lets out a hearty laugh, and Tyler shoots him a perplexed look.

“I’m teasing you son. Go have a good time with your girl. I’ll tell everyone you got sick or something. Got bit by the love bug.”

“Alright dad let’s stop with the lame jokes.” Tyler teased as he reached out and opened the door.

“Wasn’t even making a joke that time though”