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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 10:28:08 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 10:28:08 GMT -8

THE
BEAUTIFICATION
MOVEMENT
PRESENTS

THE Search For Beauty Finale and Reckoning Day pre show party, with your hosts, Julianna Mendoza, Cayla Phoenix, and Grace Moretti, the most beautiful women to ever grace a wrestling ring, you know them, you love them… THEEEEEEE B E A UTIFICATION MOVEMENT!

There’s gold confetti and rainbow pyro erupting as we enter The Collision Center, Juliana, Cayla, and Grace Moretti set up in their chairs behind a desk, water, champagne, wine, a nice little charcuterie board set out for them. Grace of course dressed top to bottom in Prada, form fitting crimson colored dress, black stilettos, and just a small bit of bling with her diamond bracelet. Juliana and Cayla were dressed for their upcoming Trio’s match, their crimson shaded gear just peeking out under their black silk robes.

Juliana Mendoza: Hello everyone and welcome to the most special pre show in the history of NFW. Tonight all of you get to witness the official in ring debut of THE winner of THE Search For Beauty. THE newest member of THE Beautification Movement is going to show you exactly why he was not just the perfect choice, he is the only choice. Before that though, me and the girls decided to be generous and give you all a special edition of THE Beautification Movement Picks.

Cayla Phoenix: That's right, bestie! And Oh Em Gee, what are they thinking without us on the main card?! We're totes the best draws this company has to offer, but, I guess Luthor is good at making terrible life choices. Regardless, let's go over this card they made...

Grace Moretti: Our first match is an interpromotional fight for the Splat! Championship, as champion Mariah Lopez looks to defend against Gaia Galante. Personally, I think this is a shoo-in for Mariah, though… who really cares? This match gets on the card but we don't? What an absolute travesty.

Juliana Mendoza: Don’t even get me started on that. At least they were smart enough to give us the entire pre show. I am sure when they look and see that we brought more attention to NFW than they have ever experienced in their life, we will be rewarded. Moving on, match 2 is for the Genesis Championship. It has special rules, I don’t know them because it isn’t the Trio’s, Tag Team, or World title, and those are the only titles that any member of THE Beautification Movement should truly be concerned with. Cayla, would you like to take the creepy people fight?

Cayla Phoenix: They surely can't be that...

Grace would then show a picture of Maki and the Ringmaster, as she comically looked away in shock.

Cayla Phoenix: Ah! It's hideous!

Grace Moretti: Now, now. They're just deathmatch wrestlers. Talentless hacks that insult our sport. But between these two, Ringmaster is more than likely the better act, and more likely the winner.

Juliana Mendoza: Maybe, at least it isn’t one of those stupid deathmatches with them. Match four… I guess since technically speaking she and her little partner technically have a win over us, I’ll say Jamie Austin wins, but we don’t really care. After the pre show, there isn’t really anything that interests me until the fifth match. Second City Fashion Disaster, the freak show and the women who desperately want to be us are going to fight to see which of them gets to be the team to lose the Trios Titles to the newest incarnation of THE Beautification Movement, which all of you will have the pleasure of watching very soon. Ladies, which team do you think will be keeping the titles warm for us?

Cayla Phoenix: Far and away, I think the Socialites have the right attitude, and the right look. Arsenal might be able to retain… the Second City Riot Squad are appropriately named Second because they're never winners.

She said with a bit of vitriol about the Riot Squad, as they move on.

Juliana Mendoza: Okay we have a bit of junk before we get to the next match that actually matters to us. Let’s see, Lessons In Deathmatch Wrestling. I’m going to go with Shields because he scares me a little bit. Then the Fight Pit match, I’m going with Sela and Abigail. Those of us who have screwed and disrespected by Luthor Callaway should stick together. Then there’s that match for a title shot or a briefcase or something, not sure, but Cass is going to win that and then it’s the tag team titles. Miss Moretti, what do you think? Strange little children, who think life is a comic book or hot redhead with a strange girl who thinks life is a fairy tale?

Grace Moretti: I concur with Sela and Abigail winning. They definitely should come out with a win against the Sons of Anarchy extras. As for Katelin and Cass, the winner is the people who run the concession stand. Feel like a perfect time for a bathroom break or snacks than watching that match taking place.

Cayla Phoenix: Oh for sure, some water for all those thirsty people in the audience. Next up, we have the Venture Bros. cosplayer and Stifler lite taking on the Valkyries. So, obviously saying the Valkyries are winning, because the others are dirty, dirty thieves that stolen Sophitia and my spot.

Juliana Mendoza: They did and they will pay for that, but I think the Tag Team Titles are just fine where they belong. THE Beautification Movement should do what we do best. Take over the trios division, dominate the trios division, make them the most sought after titles. We should also move on. Do either of you care about the Silver Mountain Title match?

Grace Moretti: Afraid I can't say so. The Silver Mountain title is just a title for all the hard-core junkies who need to hit each other with weapons instead of learning the trade properly. Now there's a bunch of them in a tower, and just… no. Please, no.

Grace said with apathy for the Silver Mountain title match, as they head to the main event.

Juliana Mendoza: I know, like why does every person who holds the title pick the craziest violent matches? If I had that title, all opponent's hands tied behind their back and I only need a 1 count. Why would you not do the smart thing, make it easier, keep your title and enjoy the spotlight that comes with it? Moving on, the World Title match, the main event I suppose. The true main event is happening right now because we’re here, but I’ll let them have this. On one side, dark and hunky World champion Damon Cross looking to avenge his new wife that was betrayed by her friend, as well as his traumatized adopted daughter. Look, I don’t think any of us are fans of that annoying little rugrat, but what Yukiko did was too much, so I say we should all root for Damon Cross.

Cayla Phoenix: I agree, Yukiko has done too much, and has hell to pay with Damon. He's going to beat her pillar to post, and has every right to do so!

Grace Moretti: Absolutely. But with that out of the way, it's nearing time for the real reason to watch this show.

Juliana Mendoza: Yes it is.

All three ladies stand and there are a quick bit of cheek kisses all around before Juliana and Cayla make their way to the back as Grace heads towards the ring. She walks up the steps, then demands a crew member hold the ropes open for her. She steps in, heads to the middle of the ring, and the lights dim as a spotlight shines down on her.

Grace Moretti: It is now time for THE Finale of THE Search For Beauty as we bring you the in ring debut of our newest member. Currently, In the ring now, three men who have made the dumbest decision in their lives to get in our way. Who knows, who cares? Right, enough of them. Onto someone who matters! Soon to be making their way to the ring, the classiest, most devastating, and drop dead gorgeous goddesses of the squared circle! Accompanied to the ring, by your matriarch of mayhem, your's truly, Grace Moretti. I introduce your inevitable winners, Cayla Phoenix, and Juliana Mendoza! They are! THE! Beautification Movement!

The lights slowly dim and turn pink as “Sour Candy” begins to play. With every scream, a flashbulb goes off. As the first verse begins, a gold spotlight shines down on the center of the stage and a platform begins to rise up with Juliana Mendoza and Cayla Phoenix posing back to back. As it fully raises, rainbow pyro shoots up on either side of them. They take each other's hand and slowly walk down the ramp, teasingly blowing kisses to the fans. As they reach the bottom of the ramp, they turn and lean in like they’re going to kiss, but then each turns and kisses the other’s cheek. Juliana grabs the bottom rope and leaps up, doing the splits to land perfectly as Cayla blocks the camera's view by jumping up to sit on the ring apron, posing as Juliana slides into the ring. Juliana pops up behind her partner and leans over the top rope as they again tease a kiss only to laugh and flip off the camera before Cayla rolls in and they go to their corner to prepare.

Grace Moretti: And now our newest addition, a man whose value is far more than the three losers who stand against THE Beautification Movement, a towering man made of onyx, with the power of the stars, themselves. He stands six feet, eight inches tall, weighs in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, THE Advanced Athlete, THE Beautification Muscle, this is… TAURUS!

The lights go completely out as “Get Up On My Level” by Mike Zombie Ft. Aja Elan begins to play. Gold lights flash to the beat with the first words of the song proclaiming “I'm a legend, I'm a god” as a single spotlight shines down on an absolutely hulking figure in a sleeveless black hooded robe trimmed in gold. As the music picks up, TAURUS throws his head back and stretches his arms out, gold pyro erupting as the hood flies back off his head. He marches down to the ring, the spotlight following him the whole way. When he reaches the ring, he hops right up onto the apron and steps over the top rope. He moves to the middle of the ring as the chorus kicks in

“Get up on my level dawg its time to level up

Money, power, greed, no y'all just can't get enough
Flexin' on my enemies
Now I've reached the pinnacle”

He stands in the spotlight and spins showing off the words THE Beautification Muscle in gold script on the back of his jacket. He stands in the spotlight as Juliana steps up to his right, Cayla to his left. The ladies each grab a side of the robe and pull it open, revealing his ripped physique and the fairly small crimson colored trunks he’s sporting. There’s a large golden bull right on the front of his trunks with the horns curving up towards the front and leading to the back one horn connecting to the T as the other connects to the S of TAURUS in gold lettering. Black knee pads, the right with a gold Union Jack, and the left with big gold T with horns forming the top of the T, black boots with gold laces complete the ensemble. He basks in the spotlight and attention for a few more seconds before his music fades out and the lights return to normal.

THE Beautification Movement Vs. The Spanish Inquisition

~DING DING DING~

As soon as the bell rings, TAURUS charges and takes Henry King VIII, off the apron with a devastating bicycle kick he calls The Nail Gun. Ronnie Bronchitis jumps in the ring and yells “GKDGFSJHRUUT” which of course no one understands. He charges at the massive man and gets caught with a powerslam for his trouble. Bypass is in next with one prolonged “OOOOOOOFFFF” as he runs at TAURUS and gets caught with a tilt-a-whirl slam. On the outside, King has sat up, clutching at his leg as he stares up into the ring. “ARGH, MY LEG! You will pay for this you pagan plebeian parasite.” Taurus looks right at him and motions for him to come on into the ring. This allows Bypass and Bronchitis to get to their feet and they deliver stereo double ax handles. They follow with a double vertical suplex, driving the big man down to the ring. They get up and much to their shock, Taurus kips up behind them, spins, and looks for a double clothesline. They duck it, hit a double shoulder tackle, send him off the ropes and get the big back body drop. Priscilla Mayer is about to send one of them out when Taurus gets back to his feet, ducks a double clothesline, and then nearly tears Bronchitis in half with a massive spear he calls the Big Bull Charge. Bronchitis rolls to the outside as Bypass runs right at Taurus and gets caught with that gigantic Rydeen bomb TAURUS calls El Toro De La Muerte. He goes right into the cover, hooking his legs over Bypass’ shoulders and securing the

ONE…

TWO...

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winners as a result of a pin fall, Juliana Mendoza, Cayla Phoenix and TAURUS… THE Beautification Movement

Nick Hanson: WOW! We got our first glimpse of this beast last week on Collision, but tonight with the presentation and the destruction of three fairly large men, I think THE Beautification Movement has found themselves a game changer.

Jim Reynolds: That was… I know The Spanish Inquisition hasn’t really made a lot of news in the trios or tag division, but they are still big guys and TAURUS took them out single handedly.

As Taurus stretches his arms out in victory, Juliana and Cayla join him in the ring, Juliana on the right, Cayla on the left, each with a hand on his abdominal region as Scottie Trainier loudly yells “WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT!?” On the outside, Grace Moretti looks very pleased, right up until she hears Scottie. Grace looks over to her with an evil glare, then up to TAURUS.

Grace Moretti: Show her what the hell that was.

Henry King is still on the ground unable to get up, yelling at the beastly man. “Do not layeth your hands upon her.” Taurus just shrugs as he sees Bypass and Bronchitis crawling over towards their manager. He smiles, runs to the ropes, and again wows the crowd with a massive plancha, once more wiping out The Spanish Inquisition. He stands up, flexes, and screams before pulling Scottie to her feet and hauling her into the torture rack position. He only applies it for a few seconds before tossing her down onto Henry King. Grace, Juliana, and Cayla all applaud as he moves to the side of the ring facing the ramp. He hops up to the apron and opens the ropes for Juliana and Cayla. Both ladies give him a kiss on the cheek as they exit the ring to join Grace Moretti. The vicious victorious quartet are all smiles as they make their exit.

Winners: THE Beautification Movement (Juliana Mendoza, Cayla Phoenix, TAURUS)

Result: Pin Fall

Last Edit: Jun 29, 2021 20:04:01 GMT -8 by Steven Brody, CEO

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 11:08:14 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 11:08:14 GMT -8

The scene fades in on the inside of an empty, dimly lit arena. Slowly, the camera begins moving towards the ring. The sound of a roaring crowd can be heard in the air, though it sounds more like background noise. The voices of famous individuals in history are heard via archived recordings.

“You have enemies?! Good! That means you have stood up for something, sometime in your life!” ~ Winston Churchill

“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.” ~ Martin Luther King Jr.

As the shot closes in on the ring, we start to see familiar figures appear, standing in the center. Members of the Collision roster, appearing on tonight’s show. They’re seen standing in place for a couple of seconds before they just seem to “glitch out” and are replaced with another roster member. Then, the recognizable voice of Cate Blanchette comes on in a voice over.

“In times of war...adversity...turmoil...fear has proven to be the most powerful of enemies….”

“There is nothing to fear but fear itself!” ~ Franklin D. Roosevelt

The roster members continue to cycle through in the ring, glitching in and out like faulty holograms.

“Those who are seen as weak...the vulnerable…. They are often victims of ridicule and oppression.”

“Never, never, never give in!” ~ Winston Churchill

“But in these times, there are those who refuse to bow. There are those who refuse to kneel. They rise against their enemies.”

As the individuals of the roster continue to cycle through, the glitching slows down when it reaches two particular individuals. Yukiko Kusanagi and Damon Cross. At this point, they simply begin to cycle back and forth between each other. Yukiko stands with her hood drawn. Damon wears the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. Both are looking down but they start to lift their heads as the camera closes in.

“They stand against the hand that would see them smited and bear their arms. They cry out for all to be heard. ‘No! This is not where the journey ends. This is where we fight back. This...is Reckoning Day!”

The shot closes in as Damon and Yukiko’s visages look right up into the camera with piercing gazes before the screen suddenly goes black….

And State Of Mine's "Can't Stop Me" begins to play, we’re shown clips of the band performing live on the Collision Center stage in between highlights of previous Collision episodes, all moments of which lead up to this night.

The singles matches between members of Silver Age and The Last of the Valkyries, building up for their Tag Team Title match tonight. The Valkyries are seen holding the titles high while The Silver Age are seen going through their elaborate planning phases. There’s also a brief clip of Ian Dream running off with a stack of chocolate cakes from catering, because...well...it’s Ian!

The uncontrollable rebellion of Sela Rica-Lark and Abigail Lindsey against General Manager Luthor Callaway, leading up to the involvement of Gallus Mag.

The taunting and mind games between The Ringmaster and Maki, leading up to Daniela finally surfacing and staring with her black eyes as The Chaos Circus looks on, half-afraid yet half-intrigued.

The injury of Tren Descarrilado and other moments leading to the feud between Katelin Descarrilado and Cass Baumer. Cass is seen raising the Wildcard Briefcase over her head, yelling to the crowd. In another shot, Katelin is seen eyeing it with a cold smile.

Arsenal is seen holding their Trios Titles high, intermixed with the altercations with the Socialites and the Second City Riot Squad. Leah Aguero is seen slapping Layla Diaz in the face and shouting up at Jed Coffey, telling them to get their head in the game. The Socialites pose in the ring after their #1 Contender victory. Arsenal look on during the rematch where the Second City Riot Squad earned the right to enter the title match.

Matt Shields is seen looming over Ami Fitzsimmons followed by clips of him and Ollie Linkoln brawling all over the arena.

Dona Rotten is seen winning and defending the Genesis Championship while Katie Anderson is seen earning her opportunity for tonight.

Old highlights of Team TRIOCS are seen, along with The Kingdom but the clips start to focus solely on the individuals Rayola Davine and Jamie Austin - a feud that has persisted even after TRIOCS fell apart.

Morgan Payne is seen in different match clips and holding the Silver Mountain Title up followed by brutal shots of Sylvia Lopez decimating opponents in the ring. Finally, we see shots of the two brawling back and forth before Sylvia spears Morgan off the stage at Collision #100.

Finally, there’s the recap of Damon Cross and Marilyn Matthews in their World Title feud, leading up to Cross coming out victorious. We’re shown Luthor Callaway standing in the ring as Yukiko Kusanagi talks into the mic before weeks of altercations between her and Damon begin. The brawls. The mind games. Quick flashes are shown of Danni Anderson laid out in Damon Cross’ arms, intercut with her daughter Leina Rael-Anderson crying in terror at the grisly scene she walked in on in the locker room on Collision #100. These are also intercut with Yukiko Kusanagi grinning wickedly in the dark while Damon Cross seethes with anger.

The scene cuts to black before abruptly coming up live on the inside of the Collision Center as the pyro goes off and State Of Mine is finally seen in full, performing the show’s theme.

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen to NFW RECKONING DAY 3!!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Been waiting a long time for this one, Nicky!!!

Nick Hanson: Indeed, we all have, Jim! There have been some insane moments leading up to tonight. I’m certain there are gonna be even more as this night goes on. However, as we get underway, we’ve got a special treat for the fans!!

Jim Reynolds: What’s that Nicky? Tell ‘em!

Nick Hanson: Well, we’re glad you all could join us tonight, here in the Collision Center but we’re gonna take you OUTSIDE now for the first contest of this evening because we’re about to see a Parking Lot Sweep for the SPLAT MultiUniversal Championship!!

Jim Reynolds: I don’t know what a Parking Lot Sweep is, but it sounds good! Is that like Super Market Sweep?

Nick Hanson: I think this one’s gonna involve more hits to the face, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: Fuck it! I’m down!

Nick Hanson: Let’s take you now to the SPLAT Media announce team. Here’s Christine Donohue and Biff Franklin! Take it away, folks!

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The camera shifts to outside of the arena, where a ring is set up alongside the building. On all four sides of the ring is a row of cars, sitting as if they were ringside. There is a barricade between the cars and the ring. Only one corner is open, leading to the ring from the building. Some fans have gathered around the cars to watch and are cheering loudly as Madoka Kawada enters the ring. The cameras focus on Christine Donahue and Biff Franklin at ringside.

Christine Donahue: Thank you, New Frontier Wrestling, for welcoming us to Reckoning Day. We are about to witness the first Multiuniversal Championship defense for Mariah Lopez, who shocked the world last month when she defeated Lash Donohue and Sierra Silver to win the title at (Un)Lucky 16 Tournament. I’m Christine Donahue, and this is my cohort, Biff Franklin. We’ll be calling the action as usual for this title match.

Biff Franklin: You’re really quitting? Gonna leave me with some jobber who I’ll have to carry on my back? I just got you trained up after twenty years, and now you’re abandoning me?

Christine Donahue: We had this talk already, and we can have it again after the match. But before we do, let’s hear from the challenger and the champion.

The icy cold gaze of Gaia Galanos appears on the screen. There is a short pause before she begins speaking, talking candidly about her opponent tonight and their match.

Gaia Galanos: I’ve made a name for myself in combat sports, especially in GPW, UKWF, and GCC. There shouldn’t be any doubt in anyone’s mind that I will be a first-ballot hall-of-famer in GCC, and I’m not even close to finished. The unfortunate news for the world of professional wrestling is that I’m no longer content to just sit and focus on one sport anymore. Earlier this year, I dominated Larissa Johnson in my first match back in the wrestling ring for nearly two years in 5BW.

Gaia Galanos: Over those two years, my striking has gotten a lot nastier. In any ring, I am a general, and Mariah Lopez is going to learn that lesson the hard way. I may have given her a false sense of security when I lost to Misty DeMeans via armbar submission last month. Before Lopez even thinks about my last loss, I want her to remember just exactly who she’s standing across the ring with. Just because Misty bested me in a fight in the octagon doesn’t mean you will stand a chance in my wheelhouse of wrestling.

Gaia Galanos: I am literally a trained killer now, and I have held titles as an MMA fighter and a pro-wrestler. While you bring your little cheering crew, I bring a whole fun base behind me. I also have greater ambitions with that title that is nothing more than a trinket to you. The Splat Multiuniversal Champion gives me a unique opportunity to compete against a long line of wrestlers that I want to take down. The list of wrestlers gets longer every day, and the Multiuniversal title is the key to that growing list. And, guess what. Mariah Lopez is standing in my way.

Gaia Galanos: It’s not as if she didn’t earn her place. She’s the champion. You don’t win titles without putting in work, but in combat sports, there’s always someone bigger and badder to knock you off your pedestal. There’s always an enemy at the gates. While Mariah is content to just take on challengers as they come, I want to hunt them out and tear down their homes until they know who is the superior warrior. And that all starts with Mariah Lopez tonight. Then I’ve got my eye on the winner of Ursula and Coda.

Gaia Galanos: And again, everyone needs to forget about my loss in GCC to Misty DeMeans. Because tonight, NFW will host as Mariah Lopez becomes the first example in front of the whole professional wrestling world, then I will fight until the sport has no one left to send me.

Gaia Galanos: I am the enemy at the gates, and this isn’t the war you want to have. The only the I hear is war drums, and you’re going to be the one standing across the ring from me, hoping to get back to your feet every time I knock you down for a pinfall or a submission. I’m already trained to fight until the referee pulls me off. This match was supposed to combine two realms, but it really just puts me at an advantage. So I hope to whatever god you hold sacred, you considered all of that before you opened your mouth tonight.

We open up somewhere backstage where in one area, backstage workers are doing their most to make sure this pay-per-view broadcast goes off without any setbacks. Meanwhile, at a separate side, more so for interviews, stands “The Latina Ninja” herself, Mariah Lopez. Mariah is definitely in unfamiliar territory as she is not signed to the company. Still, it surely is not fazing her one bit. The leader of the Ninja Squad has the Splat MultiUniversal Championship on her right shoulder as she looks around the place before beginning to speak.

Mariah Lopez: So this is New Frontier Wrestling, huh?

The rabid NFW fans cheer as the "Latina Ninja" speaks.

Mariah Lopez: I'm actually impressed. This place has some talent on both brands. Tag Team wrestling is near and dear to my heart, and so is Trios wrestling. There's not a whole lot to hate. This is my first time here, and I get to defend my MultiUniversal Championship against Gaia Galanos. I hope I have pronounced that correctly.

Mariah flashes a smirk.

Mariah Lopez: I realize that tonight I'm going to be in for a hell of a match, but it's not as if I haven't been in wars before, and this wouldn't be the first time I have bled. I'm Joshi-oriented and have been training in mixed martial arts, but I can easily go hardcore on your ass, and I will need to on this occasion. I adapt to my surroundings, and a Parking Lot Sweep match sounds like it's in my wheelhouse.

The champion then glances over at her championship.

Mariah Lopez: The Splat MultiUniversal Championship is going nowhere. I will be the champion for as long as I want to be. Gaia might be good inside of an octagon, but professional wrestling is a completely different field. Anything goes, and this is an open environment, one I plan on taking FULL ADVANTAGE OF! Tonight your hopes and dreams will fall at the hands of the head Ninja. You might be good, but I'm going to prove that I am simply BETTER! See you tonight.

The bell rings.

Madoka Kawada: The first match of the evening is one fall, and it is for the Splat Multiuniversal Championship! It is a Parking Lot Sweep match. There are no disqualifications and no countouts. Falls count anywhere. The winner of the match will be the one who can incapacitate their opponent in such a way that she gets the pinfall or submission, and her opponent cannot answer the following ten count. Introducing the challenger.

“Strength of a Thousand Men” by Two Steps From Hell begins to play as the fans pop loudly for the arrival of the former GCC Featherweight Champion. Gaia Galanos makes her way through the row of cars and heads to the ring.

Madoka Kawada: She is a former GCC Featherweight Champion. Fighting out of TundraMMA! This is Gaia… GALANOS!!!!!

Galanos takes the steps up and into the ring, ducking between the ropes before walking over to speak with the referee when suddenly “Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch plays, and the crowd gives a big ovation as Mariah Lopez walks out into the parking lot with an aluminum baseball bat in her hand and her Multiuniversal Championship around her waist. She takes in the sight of the parking lot, the cars, and the ring before making her way down the aisle.

Madoka Kawada: And her opponent is the Champion of the Multiverse. Fighting out of the WWA; this is “The Latina Ninja” Mariaaaaaaah…. LOPEZ!!!

She steps on the steps and entering the ring through the bottom rope. Mariah raises her bat in the air before laying it down in the corner, then she unstraps the title from her waist and hands it to the referee, all before waiting for the match to begin.

Christine Donahue: The rules might seem a little complex, but they really aren’t. After each three count or submission, the fallen competitor has until the count of ten to get to her feet. If she fails, the match is over.

Biff Franklin: I’ve seen these types of matches before, and they will no doubt get bloody. I’m expecting a blood bath here tonight.

The referee holds the title up in the air and hands it off to the ringside attendant before calling for the bell.

The bell rings.

Christine Donahue: And this match is under—what!?!

The words barely leave Christine’s mouth as the two competitors come face to face, and Gaia just throws a solid punch to the jaw of Mariah Lopez and knocks her flat on her back.

Biff Franklin: What in the hell just happened?

Gaia quickly leaps down and covers the champ, and the referee drops down and counts.

One…

Two...

Three!!

Biff Franklin: Are you kidding me right now?

Madoka Kawada: Mariah Lopez has a ten count to get to her feet, or she loses the match.

Gaia gets to her feet and takes a few steps back as the referee begins to count.

One…

Christine Donahue: I don’t know if Mariah was truly knocked out or if she just thought she’d take the fall and use the ten count to get her bearings, but I can’t say we’ve seen such a quick fall in a Multiuniversal Championship match before.

The referee gets to the count of five as Mariah begins to move. She rolls towards the ropes and out to the pavement, which stops the count.

Biff Franklin: I see Splat didn’t think to put any padding on that pavement out there. Bunch of sadists.

Mariah is a little wobbly as she uses the ropes to keep her upright. She rubs at her jaw.

Biff Franklin: She really got her clocked clean with that shot.

Christine Donahue: If she didn’t know before, she knows now just how hard Gaia Galanos can hit.

Gaia starts to leave the ring when she sees Mariah rolling herself back into the ring. As she gets close enough, Mariah grabs Galanos by the tights and pulls her through the ropes, and Gaia lands on the pavement below. Mariah seems to be stalling for some time to get those cobwebs cleared up. Gaia is quickly back up to her feet, however, and pulls Mariah to the outside.
Gaia shoots for a forearm but Mariah ducks underneath and sends Gaia, stomach first, into the ring apron. Mariah is still trying to clear the cobwebs from that brutal punch at the start of the match, but she’s cleared enough that she grabs Gaia by the arm and whips her into the guardrail, where Gaia crashes into it with her side.

Biff Franklin: Seems like the champ is trying to soften up those ribs. Not a bad tactic, consider you kinda need them to breathe.

Gaia is definitely feeling those last two shots as Mariah moves in on her and lifts her up, and drops her right onto the guardrail, another shot to the ribs.

Christine Donahue: You can hear the air rush out of Gaia’s body with that one, and she’s starting to suffer, and this match has only just begun.

Biff Franklin: Galanos ain’t the only one suffering. The cheekbone on the champ is swelling up nightly after that knockout punch from the challenger.

Lopez with a magistral roll into a pin on the outside, but Gaia quickly kicks out before even a one count. Both wrestlers are back up to their feet. They both slowly move towards the ring and then roll under the ropes and back to their feet. Mariah reaches up to touch her swollen cheek while Gaia moves those ribs behind her.

Christine Donahue: Each competitor has gotten their shots in, but only Mariah has been pinned so far in this match. How much do you think that plays into her psyche?

Biff Franklin: If she’s the champ she’s supposed to be, then zero, but everyone is human. She may play it a little more cautious now.

Gaia tries to put her down with a knee, but Mariah sidesteps and just drives a forearm right into Gaia’s ribs once more. Mariah takes a moment to run the ropes and looks to go for some sort of push kick, but Gaia catches her off the ropes and just drops her to the mat with a vicious powerbomb. Cover, but Mariah kicks out very quickly.

Mariah is up and runs the ropes, but Gaia sidesteps and uses Mariah’s momentum to send her up and over the top rope. Mariah lands on the apron, but Gaia hits her with a knee and causes her to fall from the apron and crash against the guard rail. Mariah’s legs are a little wobbly, but she keeps herself upright, using the guard rail for leverage.

Christine Donahue: What is Galanos doing here?

Gaia walks over and sits down on the second rope, pushes up on the top, and yells to the champ, “Get on in here. Let’s fight!”

Biff Franklin: Well, it’s fairly obvious that she wants the fight in the ring. It’s a smart move by Gaia because she’s been focused on MMA for so long, other than a match here or there. Maybe she’s not comfortable fighting outside of the ring.

Christine Donahue: Seems a little cocky to me, but perhaps you’re right.

Mariah instead chooses to roll under the ropes to get back into the ring, but as she gets to her feet, Galanos snatches her up and delivers a devastating exploder suplex, sending the champion sprawling across the ring. Gaia’s still holding her ribs as she moves towards Mariah on the mat. Mariah reaches for the ropes and pulls herself up, so Gaia runs the ropes and nails Mariah with a knee to the back. She pushes the champ down to the mat and covers, but Mariah kicks out at two.

Biff Franklin: What’s this ass-hat doing?

Former GCC champion Ross Hanson has jumped the barricades and is running towards the ring, but security has him detained before he can get to the ring.

Christine Donahue: Hanson has been baiting Galanos on Efedder for the past couple of weeks. He’s been trying to get her into the ring.

Galanos notices Hanson and walks over to the ring, and points a finger at him. They exchange some words as security literally drags the man back down the aisle, moving him away from the action in the ring.

Biff Franklin: That guy is crazy. Get him the fuck out of here before he ruins this match.

Gaia finally turns her attention back to the match only to get caught in the guy with a boot, and Mariah lifts her up and drops her with STFU, her version of the package piledriver!

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Madoka Kawada: Gaia Galanos now has until the count of ten to get to her feet, or this match is over.

Galanos is clutching at her neck as the referee begins to count.

One… two… three… four…

Galanos moves to her knees.

Five… six…

Christine Donahue: She’s on her feet but leaning on the ropes. The count is called off, but the champ moves in and clotheslines Gaia over the top rope and to the floor.

Biff Franklin: I’m not gonna go so far as to say that Ross Hanson is gonna cost Gaia this match, but being dropped on your head after a distraction isn’t going to help.

The fans are chanting, wanting this match to get a little more extreme considering the stipulations. Mariah’s cheek is really starting to turn a nice shade of purple as she steps between the ropes and drops down to the pavement. Gaia is getting to her feet, and as she leans against the guard rail, Mariah just pushes her over the guard rail and then follows her over.

Biff Franklin: Now it’s gonna get interesting.

As Mariah tries to pull up Gaia, Gaia lifts up Mariah and just falls backward, and Mariah hits face-first right on the hood of one of the cars that surround the ring. Mariah lies on the hood of that car as Gaia tries to gain her bearings. Galanos takes Mariah and whips her between the cars, and Mariah drops to the pavement as she hits the side mirror of a car, breaking it off.

Christine Donahue: We’re seeing a bit of aggression from the challenger as the fight moves to the parking lot.

Galanos places a hand on each car at her sides and just begins to kick the living bejeezus out of Mariah, who covers up to try and cushion the stomps. The fans outside of the arena are eating it up. Gaia pulls Mariah up to her feet and leans her against the car, and shoots a fist right to her face, perhaps hoping for another knockout but instead, Mariah shifts to the side, and the crowd ooohs as Gaia’s hand goes right through the driver’s side window.

Biff Franklin: The referee might want to get in there and make sure Gaia hasn’t gotten too severe of a cut. Several arteries flow through the arm.

Christine Donahue: Dr. Franklin, everyone.

Biff Franklin: Didn’t you quit?

We haven’t seen Galanos’s arm as of yet, and Mariah isn’t helpful as she pushes Gaia into the car through that shattered window and then grabs onto the leg and foot and begins to twist on the ankle lock.

Biff Franklin: I don’t think she typically uses this move, but you grab what you can in this type of situation. It’s called improvisation.

Gaia isn’t having any of it as she uses her free foot to kick at Mariah until finally, Mariah releases the hold. As Gaia pushes herself back through the window, Mariah is waiting and just clocks her one. It’s now we see a little blood trickling down Galanos’s arm. Gaia drives a knee right into Mariah’s midsection, knocking the air right out of her. She grabs the champion’s head and drives it against the car several times until Mariah drops down to a knee. Then Gaia reaches into the car and pops the trunk.

Biff Franklin: Gaia Galanos has some bad intentions here.

Christine Donahue: What’s she gonna do?

Biff Franklin: Well, she ain’t going for her luggage.

Gaia walks past Mariah and lifts the lid to the trunk, and begins to toss things from back there until she finds what she wants. She walks over, and as Mariah gets to her feet, she drives the tire iron right into the stomach of the Multiuniversal Champion, not once but three times. The tire iron clanks against the pavement as Gaia ditches it and grabs a handful of Mariah’s hair and drags her towards the back of the car, and throws her against it. She grabs the lid and drives it down into Mariah’s back several times before finally pushes Mariah all the way into the trunk and slamming the door shut, and then turns to the referee.

Christine Donahue: She didn’t get a pinfall or a submission. The referee isn’t going to count Mariah out.

Biff Franklin: She might have gotten her brains scrambled with that package piledriver earlier. The referee is explaining that there has to be a pinfall first.

Gaia is started to get frustrated as she walks back around the car and pops open the trunk. She retrieves the champ, but as she gets behind the car, the door pops up suddenly, hitting Gaia right underneath the chin. The crowd outside and the crowd inside the arena watching on the big screen begin to chant, “Holy shit!”

Mariah is holding her back as she emerges from the trunk. We can see the welts where the trunk door smashed down on her back. Gaia is sprawled on the pavement, and Mariah drops down to cover, though it’s apparent she’s in a good deal of pain. The referee counts, but Gaia kicks out just before the three count.

Christine Donahue: I don’t know if Gaia bit her tongue when that trunk hit her, but her mouth is definitely bleeding.

Mariah grabs the challenger by the hair and drags her towards another of the cars and rolls her onto the back, and then starts to climb up. Unsteadily, Mariah pulls up Gaia, and they are both standing on the back of the car. She lifts up Gaia and slams her onto the roof of the car. Mariah avoids stepping on the back windshield and climbs up onto the top of the car. She lifts up Gaia for another package piledriver, but Gaia kicks her feet and looks to backdrop Mariah, who also kicks her feet and has Gaia back up for the piledriver, but Gaia once again kicks at her feet and lifts Mariah up and over.

Mariah crashes through the front windshield, back first. Another “Holy shit!” chant erupts. Gaia climbs down to the hood and covers Mariah, and the referee is there to make the three count.

Madoka Kawada: Mariah Lopez has to the count of ten to get to her feet.

As the referee begins to count, Gaia rolls off the car and onto the pavement as she waits.

One… two… three… four…

Mariah is carefully trying to extract herself from the car without doing any further damage to her back. She carefully rolls over onto the hood of the car. We can see glass sticking into her back, as well as several cuts. Gaia senses that Mariah’s gonna beat the count, rushes over and just grabs her, and tosses her off the car and back first onto the pavement as Mariah cries out in anguish as those bits of glass drive deeper into the champ’s back.

Biff Franklin: Goddamned.

Christine Donahue: That shot stopped the count, however.

Biff Franklin: I don’t think Galanos gives a damn. Are you fucking kidding me?

Gaia grabs a handful of Mariah’s hair and just drags her along the pavement. Mariah is practically screaming as the pavement and the glass dig into her back. She reaches up and just does the only thing she can think of and jabs a thumb right into the challenger's eye, which breaks the hold as Galanos immediately goes for her eye, turning away from Mariah.
Mariah gingerly rolls over onto her stomach, and we can see her back is all scraped up now from the pavement. The referee is right there to make sure she can continue, but Mariah shoves the ref away as she slowly gets to her feet. With Gaia’s back to her, Mariah runs at her, grabs the back of her head, and drops her with a facebuster on the pavement.

Christine Donahue: I won’t lie. It’s making me a little uncomfortable.

Biff Donahue: Buck up, Donahue. These wrestlers are fighting for one of the top championships in this industry. They’re gonna pull out all the stops.

Gaia has been busted open in the forehead now as she lies on the pavement. Mariah landed on her back with that facebuster, and the grimace on her face tells the story. She struggles to get to her feet as Gaia starts to crawl to her hands and knees. Mariah gingerly gets to her feet, staggers over to the car, and opens the driver’s side door. She sits down inside for a moment.

Biff Franklin: I mean, take a break if you need to, I guess.

Mariah gets out of the car and moves to the front of it, and starts to push.

Christine Donahue: What is she doing?

Biff Franklin: I think she put the car in neutral and is gonna try and run over Galanos!

As the car gets closer to Gaia, who is behind the car, it looks like Mariah might indeed run her over, but Gaia’s hands pop up on the trunk, and she gets to her feet and begins to push back. Mariah starts to slide back towards the guardrailing as Gaia pushes back. The referee gets over there and is trying to get them to stop, but technically they don’t have to listen, and they don’t. Mariah puts a little more oomph into it, and Gaia starts to slide backward now, and she puts a little more power, and neither wrestler seems to be able to gain any ground.

Biff Franklin: That’s what we call a good old-fashioned stalemate.

Mariah crawls up onto the hood of the car, and Gaia’s effort pushes the car right into the guard rail. She sees Mariah crawling up the car, and she climbs up onto the trunk, and soon the two competitors meet on the roof of the car. Mariah takes a wild swing, almost losing her balance but Gaia ducks and then lifts up Mariah in a belly-to-back position and then just drops them both straight down and through the roof of the car.

“Holy shit! Holy shit!” the chants begin as the referee can’t believe what she has seen. She rushes over and opens the car door to check on the two competitors when the car begins to roll, having been put in neutral.

Christine Donahue: I want to know how much more these two can take. Can they even get out of that car now?

Just as the words come out of Christine’s mouth, Gaia crawls out the passenger side door and onto the pavement. The referee is still checking on Mariah when the car stops itself against the side of the arena. Gaia gets to her feet, pulls the referee out of the car, drags Mariah out onto the pavement, and goes for a pinfall.

One…

Two...

Thre—Kickout by Mariah!

Biff Franklin: Too much time had passed since she delivered that crashing suplex.

Gaia pulls up Mariah and looks to give her a second belly-to-back suplex on the pavement, but Mariah flips over, landing on her feet. As Gaia turns around, Mariah spins around and nails her with a roundhouse kick to the head.

Christine Donahue: Potential Brain Damage!

Biff Franklin: Are you a doctor now?

Christine Donahue: That’s the name of the move!

Biff Franklin: Why didn’t you say so!

Gaia doesn’t go down from that blow but is definitely glassy-eyed and staggers for a moment until Mariah hits her with a second one that puts the challengers down to the pavement. Mariah leaps on top.

One…

Two…

Three!

Madoka Kawada: Gaia Galanos has a ten count to get to her feet!

The referee begins to count as Mariah crawls away from Gaia and sits on the ground, leaning against the car.

One… two… three… four… five…

Gaia begins to open her eyes, a look of confusion on her face as she rolls over onto her side.

Six… seven…eight…

Gaia starts to get onto her hands and knees but is a little off balance and falls back to the pavement.

Nine… ten!!!

The bell rings.

Madoka Kawada: The winner of the match and STILL the Splat Champion of the Multiverse….”The Latina Ninja…” Mariah…LOPEZ!!

As Mariah’s music plays, paramedics move in to attend to both wrestlers, who took a hell of a beating. Replays of some of the key scenes from the match are shown. When we return to the parking lot, Mariah Lopez has the Multiuniversal Championship in hand as she is back on her feet, and she raises it up high in the air. Gaia is sitting up and getting checked over, but there’s a definite look of disappointment on her face.

Christine Donahue: We will be in with Southern Rebellion Wrestling, and Mariah Lopez will face the winner of the Ursula Von Rossbach/Coda match that takes place in a couple of weeks. For everyone here at Splat, including my partner Biff Franklin, enjoy the rest of NFW’s Reckoning Day. Let’s head back inside for more action!

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Back in the locker room area, Katie Anderson looks quite intent on walking a ditch into the hard floor of the changing area. She paces back and forth harshly, wringing her hands, each step heavier than it should be. Already in her gear, the Beautiful One at least looks prepared for her title opportunity, but nerves are very much a thing… and every single one she possesses is on edge. Her manager, Zoey Madigan-Star, is in the background on her phone, having an intense conversation with someone.

Zoey Madigan-Star: For the love of… have I ever not remembered, kitten? Come on now! You’re just trying to rile me up now!

Kitten, huh? Wonder who it is on the other end…

Zoey Madigan-Star: Yes, in literally two or three minutes! Yes, I promise! Earliest flight I can get!

The Sorceress Supreme is heated, but lovingly so, if that could be a thing. Then again, she’s a magician; who says what she can and can’t do? Katie, hearing the increase in tone, finally stops her pacing and turns, staring at Zoey. She breaks into a small smile and Zoey, seeing this, turns and smiles back, winking at her charge.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I have to go to work, love! Yes! For absolutely twenty-four hours! What? Of, for the love of… they’re in the cookie jar on the fridge! Yes! I love you, too!

Finally hanging up, Zoey shoves her phone into the open locker nearby and kicks the door shut with her heel, rolling her eyes as her fingers forcefully slide through her long, dark hair.

Katie Anderson: Katalina being Katalina?

Zoey Madigan-Star: Anything to push my buttons!

Katie Anderson: Because she wants your full attention when you get home?

Zoey Madigan-Star: And that’s exactly how she gets it!

Both women know well how Zoey’s wife is, and neither are particularly bothered by it, really. They’re used to her ways. Hell, it’s why Zoey married her four years ago. The Italian beauty comes around the bench, though, and puts her hands gently on Anderson’s shoulders, looking into her eyes. Having gotten past the shared humor about Zoey’s marital “woes”, Anderson’s nervousness is back. Seeing this, Zoey’s hands go to her cheeks.

Katie Anderson: Zoey, I’m sor-

Zoey Madigan-Star: No more apologizing. You had a misstep. As long as you learn from it and make sure it doesn’t happen again, I consider the mattler settled.

Katie Anderson: I know, but-

Zoey Madigan-Star: No buts!

Firm but kind, Zoey tries to talk sense into her charge.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Every ounce of your attention needs to be on Dona Rotten tonight. You know it. I know it. That’s why I’ve spent the last two days trying to tear you apart in the ring… because you can bet your heart-shaped tuchas that that’s what she’s gonna try to do tonight! I’ve been in the ring with this woman, Katie: she’s sweet but ruthless. And she won’t let that title go without a fight.

Katie Anderson: Oh, I know. This is just my first shot in a while. I know I keep saying that, but it means so much. I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose!

Sliding her hands down Katie’s arms, Zoey takes her client’s hands in hers.

Zoey Madigan-Star: You’ll pick up, dust off and try again. That’s what. Remember what I told you: don’t set your entire future on the outcome of any match. There’s always another. Especially for someone as talented as you. By all means, go out and kick Dona’s tail in! But if she comes out on top, there will be another day.

Taking a few deep breaths, Katie nods and finally smiles properly again.

Katie Anderson: You’re right, of course. But there won’t be a need for that. I’ve got this.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I believe in you, girl! Go get ‘er!

The challenger turns to do just that, letting out a surprised squeak when Zoey slaps her on the ass quite playfully. Then, gathering herself up, the Magical Manager moves to follow her client out towards the ring.

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 11:53:46 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 11:53:46 GMT -8

Roger Arden: The following match is set for one fall with a fifteen-minute time limit and it is for the NFW Genesis Championship!

Already pumped up after a couple hot matches, the NFW fans are loud and proud as Roger Arden prepares to announce the participants of the first match!

Nick Hanson: And what a way to start our main show, Jimmy! The Toxic Knockout defending her title against the Beautiful One!

Jim Reynolds: Feel like I can pretty easily guarantee that Dona’s got this one in the bag, Nicky. She’s willing to get mean. I don’t think Katie’s got the stomach for that.

Nick Hanson: She does have a history of getting rough when the situation calls for it.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah? Because I don’t see that happening with that goody-two-shoes Zoey Madigan-Star in her corner. Not that I MIND her presence...

Nick Hanson: Starting early, are we? Need I remind you that Zoey is a married woman and you have a job to do?

Jim Reynolds: Has either stopped me in the past?

Nick Hanson: Sadly, no.

Letting the excitement build a little, Roger Arden brings the microphone back up.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, the challenger!

"Confident by Demi Lovato starts to play and a moment later Katie Anderson steps through the curtain, pumped up all the way as the fans cheer her on. Zoey Madigan-Star walks out behind her, applauding her client and clearly urging the fans to lay on the praise as they come to the top of the ramp!

Roger Arden: Accompanied to the ring by Zoey Madigan-Star… from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 145 pounds… the Beautiful One… KATIE ANDERSON!

Meeting a few extended hands on the way to the ring, Katie runs the rest of the way down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope, flashing a bright smile as she gets to her feet. Zoey remains on the outside, cheering her on as Katie climbs the buckles to recognize the fans who are supporting her. She drops back down after a moment, remaining in the corner and limbering up a bit as Zoey rises to the apron, offering some last minute advice and encouragement.

Jim Reynolds: The LEGS on that woman!

Nick Hanson: You keep your mind on business, Jimmy! This is a title match!

Jim Reynolds: Oh, I damn sure mean business! Besides, I’ve already made my pick for this match! Let me have my fun!

Nick Hanson: Katie doesn’t look nervous anymore, at least not from here. Zoey is earning her keep by making sure her client is focused.

Jim Reynolds: Credit to Katie for making a successful comeback thus far. And a woman like Zoey, who’s had some record-setting title reigns, is definitely worthy of teaching someone how to get it done. But still… this is Dona Rotten she’s facing, and the lady’s in her prime. This might get ugly.

Nick Hanson: Definitely not gonna argue those points. And speaking of the champion...

“Confident” gives way to silence, and silence to “Bulletproof” by Godsmack. The reaction is a little louder for the champion, who slowly walks out onto the stage with a wicked grin and the Genesis Championship strapped securely around her athletic waist.

Roger Arden: And now… introducing the champion! Residing in Osaka, Japan and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is the reigning and defending Genesis Champion! Ladies and gentlemen, the Toxic Knockout… DONA ROTTEN!

Despite the powerful ovation for her, Rotten has tuned out most of the fan noise, her attention locked on the ring and her challenger. She continues her slow march down the ramp. With a wry grin, she ascends the steps to the apron and stands, staring, before slowly slipping in serpent-like between the ropes. Once in the ring, she moves to mid-ring and sprays her green mist, giving the fans something else to yell about while she cackles in glee.

Katie, in her corner, takes a deep breath while Zoey looks on from the floor. Her and Dona’s eyes meet and the two nod; a bit of respect between old adversaries.

Jim Reynolds: Bit of a knowing look between Dona and Zoey there, Nicky. They rolled in the same company together a while back. Think she’s concerned that Zoey might step in?

Nick Hanson: I doubt that. Zoey won’t get involved physically. Especially not in a title match. And Dona is highly unlikely to resort to dubious means unless she knows she can get away with it.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, all bets are off when gold is on the line. Zoey might want to protect her investment.

Nick Hanson: Not everyone thinks like you.

Jim Reynolds: Shame. The world would be better off.

*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*

There’s caution on Katie’s side to start, but Dona’s having none of that; as soon as she hands off the title she rushes Katie, bulldozing her into the corner and throwing some hard shoulders to the midsection. She follows up with a hard chop, a forearm to the jaw, and a snapmare before finally ending with a hard kick to the middle of Katie’s back. Licking her lips, Dona walks around Katie a time or two, stalking her, before pulling her to her feet by the hair. Katie rises, but throws off Dona’s grip, laying into the Toxic Knockout with a series of hard chops, both forehand and backhand, quickly turning the champ’s chest pink! Dona retorts with a thumb to the eyes and rears back, preparing a mouthful of mist, only for Katie to hit a throat thrust, stopping that assault in its tracks! With Dona fighting for air, Katie blasts Dona with an enzuigiri, then a snap DDT, quickly covering the champion for a pin!

ONE…

TWO...

Dona kicks out with gusto almost before the hand comes down for two. She’s back on her feet, quick like a cat, but Katie is waiting for her, escaping a short-arm lariat and slamming the champion down with a spinebuster, again going for the quick pin!

ONE…

TWO...

The kick-out has slightly less oomph this time, but Dona is still far from beaten. Grabbing Katie by the ring gear, she yanks the challenger throat-first onto the middle rope, then delivers a running knee to the center of her back! Katie is booted from the ring by a dropkick that knocks her through the bottom and middle rope, leaving her on the floor while Dona exults in the delivered suffering!

Nick Hanson: Dona is responding to Katie’s aggression in kind! Talk about an intense set of exchanges there!

Jim Reynolds: That’s how you kick off Reckoning Day: two hot chicks beating the tar out of one another!

Nick Hanson: Zoey is checking on her client… but she’d better move!

It isn’t her usual forte, but Dona has a title to defend… and Zoey barely has time to move as Dona hits the far ropes, charges, and dives through the middle strands to nail Katie with a dive, knocking the challenger into the barricade! Zoey does indeed back up, not getting in the middle of things, but her presence is enough to get Dona’s attention temporarily. Katie uses this moment to shove Dona back. Shaking that off, the champion charges and gets hoisted up by the challenger, who lets her drop chest-first across the barricade! On Zoey’s advice, Katie quickly rolls Dona back into the ring and looks for the Bad Street Blues! Dona rolls away just in time, though, hitting a rolling sobat kick that knocks Katie into the ropes, pulling her on the rebound into an inside cradle!

ONE…

TWO…

SHOULDER UP!

Much like Dona, though, Katie isn’t going down so easily. Dona brings her up and whips her into the buckles, but Katie explodes outward with a clothesline that turns Dona for a loop! A standing moonsault follows, getting Katie a one-count, but Dona throws her off! Katie follows with a schoolgirl and the two exchange quick pins for several seconds before Dona breaks up the routine, over-rolling the challenger and cracking her with a running forearm before Katie can regain her bearings!

Jim Reynolds: Dona might have loosened a couple molars with that shot!

Nick Hanson: Definitely rang Katie’s bell. Now we’ll see what the challenger is made of.

Katie is working to get back into things, but Dona is laying a whoopin’ on the challenger, battering her with more chops and forearms. Coming out of the onslaught, Katie lands a knee to double Dona over, but her running bulldog attempt sees her hurled into the buckles! The landing is less than kind; even Zoey winces at the sight of it. Dona is far from concerned, though. She hits a dropkick the center of Katie’s back, then bends her backwards in the tree of woe and lays the boots to her some more! Katie falls to the canvas and Dona, getting some boos now, taunts the fans while Zoey tries to will Katie back into it! Dona warns her off and pulls Katie up, whipping her into the far buckles. Dona prepares the charge, gets up a head of steam…

...and eats buckles herself when Katie moves out of the way! Still trying to get her second wind, Katie hits the far buckles herself, charging in for not one, but two corner splashes! Driven sternum first into the buckles, Dona has the air taken from her and now the momentum is at the back of the challenger!

Roger Arden: There are five minutes remaining in the match! Five minutes!

Hearing the announcement, Katie turns to Zoey, who urges her on. Katie pulls Dona backwards and into a butterfly suplex, dumping the champion on her head. Seemingly unsure of what to do next, though, Katie starts climbing the buckles and, upon reaching the top, she delivers a textbook moonsault! Landing flush across the champion, Katie quickly hooks the far leg!

ONE…

TWO…

TH-NO!

SHOULDER UP!

Katie looks in awe at the referee, as does Zoey, both women clearly thinking that would be three! Doing her best to shake off the disappointment, Katie backs off several steps to the ropes, watching Dona like a hawk, winding up for a second attempt at the Bad Street Blues!

Jim Reynolds: I’m not believing this, Nicky! Katie might pull this off! If she hits that stomp…!

That’s exactly what the challenger has in mind! Once Dona is up on all fours, Katie charges in! The moment she leaps, though, Dona rises and nearly spears Katie out of her boots!

Nick Hanson: A counter by the champion! And WHAT a counter!

Jim Reynolds: Katie’s damn near broken in half! Even Zoey looks worried now!

Dona says that’s it and moves in for the pin, both legs hooked!

ONE…

TWO…

THR-NO!

KICK-OUT AT THE LAST MOMENT!

Nick Hanson: Wow! How CLOSE was that?!

Jim Reynolds: Enough to piss off the champion, apparently!

Dona is clearly perturbed now, wanting to put Katie away. She pulls Katie up, throwing a few shots to the back of the head before hooking the arm for the Punk-Plex! Katie slips out before it is locked in, though, trying to drill Dona with a flatliner! Elbowing her way out, Dona goes for an enzuigiri of her own, but Katie ducks! The champion is shoved into the ropes and meets the canvas hard with a pop-up powerbomb from the challenger!

ONE…

TWO…

SHOULDER UP!

This time, Katie is ready for the kick-out; she’s up on her feet in an instant and without preamble bolts toward the champion, spiking her with the Bad Street Blues!

Nick Hanson: BAD STREET BLUES! That’s gotta be it!

Jim Reynolds: We got a new champion, Nicky!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE?!

NO! THE CHAMP GETS A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!

Roger Arden: There are TWO minutes remaining in the match! TWO minutes!

Katie is pulling at her own hair in frustration, getting back to her feet and putting the boots to the champion! Zoey’s tries to get her focused and, after a moment or two, manages… but Dona has no such support! Woozy, she gets to her feet as Katie, backed off by the referee, starts moving in on her! Another pop-up powerbomb is attempted, but Dona lands behind Katie and reacehs back to snare her in a hangwoman’s neckbreaker! Katie twists out, booting the champion in the gut and setting up for a piledriver!

Nick Hanson: This might be it for real, Jimmy! After a Bad Street Blues, another heavy shot to the dome-!

Dona blocks it, though! Once! Twice! Then back body drops Katie to the mat! Falling back against the ropes, Dona makes a Hail Mary run at Katie, punting her in the side of the head! The blow is a rough one and despite Katie bounding to her feet, she’s clearly off-balance!

Jim Reynolds: What a shot! A fifty-yard field goal! Some of Katie’s dental work might be in the cheap seats!

Nick Hanson: I don’t think she knows where she is, Jimmy!

It does not stop her from fighting, though! The one-minute announcement comes and Dona lunges at Katie! Shoved into the ropes past the challenger, Dona turns and fakes a spray of mist! Katie ducks on instinct and Dona delivers a single-knee facebreaker before snatching Katie up for the Punk-Plex! Zoey is yelling for Katie to roll out of this…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE?!

THREE!

*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*

...but Katie’s shoulder comes up a moment after the hand comes down for three!

Roger Arden: Your winner… and STILL the Genesis Champion… DONA ROTTEN!

“Bulletproof” starts up as the champion is handed the title, still trying to get her breathing calmed after that last empowered rush of offense. Katie is slowly sitting up and Zoey is right there next to her, ready to aid her client.

Jim Reynolds: Down to the last few seconds by my watch, Nicky! Katie made Dona earn every inch of that win. I’m legit impressed!

Nick Hanson: I think Dona might be, too!

It seems that way; Dona steps in, right past Zoey, and grabs Katie’s hand, pulling her up to her feet. There’s no mush, not from these two, but Dona and Katie DO shake hands briefly. Dona says something to Zoey in passing, gesturing to Katie, prompting Zoey to nod in response as she leads Katie out of the ring, giving the champion her moment. Anderson is dejected, which is to be expected, but she gets some love from the fans in her exit which brings her smile back around.

Jim Reynolds: Sign me up for another match with these two!

Nick Hanson: I’d be all for that myself! And we’re just getting started!

Winner: Dona Rotten (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall

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“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page is standing in front of the Socialites locker room with Ami Fitzsimmons standing just to her right.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Tonight is the night, Tiffany. Your sisters will be facing off against Second City Riot Squad as both teams will challenge Arsenal for the NFW Trios titles tonight.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Yes it is, Ami.Very good.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Ever since Bianca, Danielle, and Vanessa became the number one contenders for the Trios titles your sisters have been in a bit of a funk as of late.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: It is true I am not going to lie. We have been in a funk as you put it but we all know the truth as to why this “funk” is happening. It is obviously because of this biased favoritism of that holier than thou general manager Luther Calloway. He can’t see what is right there in front of him.

Ami Fitzsimmons: How so?

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: It is obvious that the Socialites are a tremendous commodity for NFW and for damn sure the best commodity in the entire Trios division. Which is clearly why we not only want but need to be Trios champions. Not only for me but the entire NFW.

Ami Fitzsimmons: You appear to be extremely focused on Luthor but he isn’t going into the ring tonight.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Get a clue, Ami. I am the one dealing with Luther. My sisters are one hundred percent focused on becoming champions. The Socialites are ready for what those trashy Second City rejects will bring but they won’t be able to match up with them. Which will leave us with the champs and we will do whatever we need to do to become champions no matter how much our biased general manager can’t handle it.

Tiffany opens the door to the Socialites locker room, walks into the locker room and shuts the door behind her.

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We open up in a dark hallway in the Collision Center. We hear the creepy circus music playing and the familiar laughter of the Ringmistress echoing through it. Suddenly, a light shines in the middle of the hallway and we see the back of a man, he has on the tuxedo jacket and a top hat, sporting a walking stick and it’s unmistakable that it’s Ringmaster himself. He turns around, twirling his cane as he just has a smile on his face. From around the corner, Mister Gigglesworth comes and joins him at his side. Then, from the view of the camera, we see a woman crawling towards the two. She looks almost demon like as she crawls and Ringmaster urges her towards him. She reaches him and turns on her knees, revealing the face Ringmistress. She smiles wickedly as she wraps her arms around the leg of Ringmaster who runs a hand through her hair.

Ringmaster: Tonight truly is a day of reckoning for one, Maki. Tonight she becomes another victim to the circus. Tonight, she’s given a choice, join the circus or perish. Maki, I think you would make a wonderful addition to our little band of misfits. Tonight, you see what the power of the circus entails. It will be wonderful spilling your blood. Tonight Maki, I hope you’re ready, because it just might be your final act.

Ringmistress: Master will will show everyone what a real leader is! Maki, you you will perish at his hand! I will laugh laugh as he tears you limb from limb and make you beg beg for mercy and your wife can do nothing but watch!

Mister Gigglesworth just laughs and hops up and down in his spot as Ringmaster grins. Ringmistress keeps her arms wrapped around Ringmaster as the wicked grin on her face only grows.

Ringmaster: Ladies and gentlemen, you are all welcome to witness, the darkest show on earth tonight.

He taps his cane twice on the ground and the lights go out and all that is heard is the maniacal laughter of Ringmistress as the scene fades out.

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 12:55:34 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 12:55:34 GMT -8

The lights go out, a loud sound like a giant heartbeat sounds every second, the lights flash around the arena, then a red spotlight hits the entrance way as Halestorms's Sick I individual hits. The light hits Maki with her back to the audience she is on her hands and knees, she slowly crawls her way to the ring.

Well you think that you know what I am but you don't.
'Cause I say what you can't and I do what you won't.
I like it loud, wear it proud, like a crown upon my head
I'll always be this way 'till the day that I'm dead

'Cause I'm a sick individual
And I'm doing this thing called whatever the fuck I want, want, want
I'm unusual

She slowly crawls to the ring, with her hair down to her shoulders, her white face paint, with scribbles on her body of "Help".

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first, weighing in at 155lbs...from Brighton, England!!! She is...MAAAAAAAAAKKKKIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

'Cause I'm a sick individual

She crawls to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.

'Cause I'm a sick individual

She sits in the ring with her head bent back, laughing maniacally, and then flips herself to her feet.

And I'm doing this thing called whatever the fuck I want

Her tongue is sticking out as she whispers Korean to herself.

The eerie, creeper words that start “The Netherworld Circus” are heard echoing through the dark arena. As they finish, spotlights come up on the ramp and some dark, evil looking clowns are seen dancing around and then two of them hold up a dark curtain at the entrance and stand there, waiting as the rest continue dancing around on the ramp.

Ringmistress: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, prepare yourself for a night of dark and violence. The Chaos Circus proudly brings to you, the greatest show of violence on earth, the dark one himself, your favorite performer and mine, the one, the only, The Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingmasterrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

As she finshes up the introduction, Ringmaster bursts through the curtain, tipping his tophat towards the ring to his girl before kicking the cane off the ground and twirling it around and placing it back down and making his way to the ring followed by his clowns who are skipping and dancing behind him. He makes it to the ring and tosses his tophat to Ringmistress followed by his cane and steps into the ring. He removes his jacket and hands it off to her as she steps out of the ring and the lights go off once more. When the lights come on, the music ends and the clowns have disappeared from around ringside, leaving only the Ringmaster and Ringmistress there.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Maki immediately runs at The Ringmaster. She starts to paint him with forearm after forearm, breaking him down in the corner. Maki sees in her opening and runs to the opposing corner. The Ringmaster returns to his feet and leans in the corner, only to be met with a running European Uppercut! The Ringmaster staggers as Maki runs back to the other corner. He gets caught with yet another European Uppercut by Maki! She runs to the opposite corner yet again, readying herself to hit a third uppercut, but something about that second one woke up The Ringmaster. He follows Maki to her corner, and gives her a European Uppercut of his own as a receipt! The strike is super stiff, making a huge slapping noise that resonates across the arena! The crowd immediately reacts in awe!

Nick Hanson: Wow! Devastating strike by The Ringmaster!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah! Maybe he can hit a few more and knock her ass back to normal!

Maki’s sent reeling out the corner as The Ringmaster slowly follows with a cocky swagger in his step. He shuffles in front of her and wraps his arm around her for a headlock takedown. The two are on the mat, Ringmaster tightly squeezing the head of Maki. Maki’s limbs begin flailing, showing she’s clearly full of life, yet unable to escape Ringmaster’s grasp. All while this is happening, The Ringmaster can be seen verbally taunting Maki directly into her ear. His words are clearly getting to Maki, as she makes it to her knees to regain her posture. The Ringmaster seems a bit surprised by this burst of energy. She gets up on one foot. She gets up on the other. She starts to push The Ringmaster towards the ropes, hoping to go for an Irish Whip. But The Ringmaster has it well scouted and reverses it with an Irish Whip of his own! Maki is rushed towards the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Ringmaster waits for her to come back, but Maki hops to the second rope and launches off! She flips over the head of The RIngmaster and hits a reverse DDT! Ringmaster's legs shoot up and Maki catches one for the cover!

ONE…!

TW--

Ringmaster kicks out!

Nick Hanson: That was an impressive move by Maki, but The Ringmaster kicks out at one and a half!

Jim Reynolds: Are you surprised, Nicky? Maki has to be a huge fucking idiot to think that she can put away The Ringmaster that easily!

Maki lifts Ringmaster to his feet and props him up on her back, possibly looking for the Samoan Driver. But before she can take him to the mat, The Ringmistress and Mr. Gigglesworth hop onto the ring apron, each on opposite sides of the ring. The two stare madly at Maki, breaking her focus. Regaining his bearings, The Ringmaster slips from Maki’s grasp. He wraps his arms around Maki from behind and goes for a German Suplex! He bridges for a pin!

ONE...!

TW--

Maki kicks out and flips onto her feet! The fight is on now! Maki hits a Flying Thrust Kick on Ringmaster! He’s down! Maki slumps onto him for a pin!

ONE...!

TWO...!

Ringmaster kicks out and shoots right up as Maki makes it to her feet. He runs the ropes and hits a Slingblade on Maki! He covers her!

ONE...!

TWO...!

Maki kicks out! She pops up this time and ducks underneath a clothesline attempt! Maki scoops Ringmaster up on her shoulders! Samoan Driver near the ropes! Maki pops up and covers Ringmaster!

ONE…!

TWO…!

Wait a minute! Boxcar Jones stops the count! The Ringmistress made her way around the ring and brought Ringmaster’s foot to the bottom rope without the ref’s knowledge!

Nick Hanson: What an underhanded maneuver from the Ringmistress!

Jim Reynolds: Underhanded, Nicky? The Ringmistress is simply doing her job by helping The Ringmaster to victory!

Nick Hanson: Well, there are certainly better ways to help than that!

Jim Reynolds: And that’s exactly what she just did there! That’s the type of managerial service that is absolutely priceless, Nicky!

Maki stands, locking her gaze on The Ringmistress. Maki starts to shout obscenities at The Ringmistress, as she backs away feigning ignorance. Maki turns around to a kick to the gut, followed by a Tiger Driver from Ringmaster! But he’s not done! He steps away from the prone body of Maki and starts winding up his right arm, all while gesturing towards Maki and telling her to get up! She eventually makes it to her feet, and Ringmaster attempts a Discus Clothesline, but NO! Maki ducks it and catches the arm! She hooks the left arm as well! Snap Tiger Suplex to Ringmaster! Maki bridges for the pin!

ONE…!

TWO…!

TH--

Ringmaster kicks out! Maki makes it to her feet, stalking her opponent. She could be looking for the Makihouse Kick. Before she can get it, though, she spots The Ringmistress climbing up the apron. Maki immediately darts towards the ropes to cut off the interference, and Ringmistress hops down to avoid her. The Ringmistress seems to have come down a bit too hard, however, slipping and falling to the ground upon landing. She starts to favor her ankle, with Maki showing no sympathy for the accidental injury.

Jim Reynolds: What a class act Maki is! She injured The Ringmistress and doesn’t even care!

Nick Hanson: Well Jim, she was the one who tried interfering in the match.

Jim Reynolds: And that means she has to have her ankle possibly sprained for her trouble? That has got to the stupidest I’ve heard come out of your mouth, Nicky!

Maki turns to face a tired Ringmaster, but gets met with a kick to the gut. Ringmaster runs the ropes with low energy and manages to hit a Shining Wizard. Both competitors are down! Boxcar Jones has no choice but to start the 10 count.

ONE....!

Nick Hanson: Maki and The Ringmaster have given it all they’ve got in this match!

TWO…!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, but it may just be for nothing on both ends of neither of them can get up before the count of ten!

THREE…!

Both competitors are still lying motionless. Boxcar Jones continues the count.

FOUR…!

Nick Hanson: This match has honestly been so heliacious that the ref could count to 100 before either of them make it to their feet!

FIVE…!

Jim Reynolds: Well, if I’m being honest, I’m getting bored! Someone in that ring needs to get up and hit someone NOW!!

SIX…!

The Ringmaster is the first to stir, rolling towards the ropes. The Ringmistress, still favoring her ankle, shakes the arm of a half-conscious Ringmaster, urging him to get up.

SEVEN…!

Maki starts to move as well. Getting to her hands and knees and crawling towards the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring.

EIGHT…!

The Ringmaster is starting to get up now! Reaching for the second rope to help pull himself up!

NINE…!

Both competitors just barely make it to their feet before the count of ten! They stare each other down from opposite sides of the ring, before charging straight at one another! They both go for a swing, but Maki’s the quicker of the two, catching Ringmaster with a stiff forearm! Ringmaster returns with a stiff forearm of his own! Forearm again from Maki! Forearm again from Ringmaster! The strikes start to pick up steam, as the two start to eventually strike each other simultaneously! Ringmaster pushes away to catch his breath, but Maki’s right back on him with a European Uppercut! The strike is so stiff that it makes a noise louder than Ringmaster’s Uppercut from earlier! Just like then, the fans are in a frenzy over it!

Nick Hanson: WHOA!

Jim Reynold: Holy shit! I felt the impact of that underneath my chair!

Ringmaster falls back into the ropes! He returns to Maki and gets hit with a MAKIHOUSE KICK!! MAKI HITS HER FINISHER FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! But Ringmaster has his environment well scouted, and before Maki can capitalize, he falls through the ropes and out of the ring! The Ringmistress and Mr. Gigglesworth help him to his feet and all of them stand at ringside. Maki sees an opportunity, runs the ropes, and hits the trio with a dive to the outside! All three of them are down, as Maki makes it inside the ring. Just as quickly as she stands in the ring, though, Maki drops to her knees. The lights of the arena start to dim one by one. It seems as though Daniela might be taking hold.

Nick Hanson: Uh oh!

Jim Reynolds: We all know how this movie ends, Nicky! It was nice knowing ya, Ringmaster!

The arena grows more and more dim, but before it can be plunged entirely into darkness, Ringmaster frantically enters the ring and starts leveling Maki with forearms on the mat out of desperation. The lights come back up, the transformation seemingly stopped. Ringmaster waits for Maki to make it to her feet and starts The Final Act! Rolling Elbow to Maki, but instead of going down Maki spins all the way around and HITS ANOTHER MAKIHOUSE KICK!! Ringmaster is down, but before Maki can make the cover, The Ringmistress enters the ring. She calls for the attention of Boxcar Jones in a distraction attempt, before her ankle immediately buckles and she falls into the corner. Maki slumps down onto Ringmaster, but Jones is too busy tending to the fallen Ringmistress in the corner to make the count. The crowd start chanting “One! Two! Three! Four! Five!...”, signaling that the match would definitely be over by now had Boxcar Jones been around for the count!

Nick Hanson: The Ringmistress sticking her nose in this match yet again! When will the interference end?

Jim Reynolds: Maybe if Maki had friends outside of the little demon girl she keeps in her dome, she wouldn’t have to worry about outside interference! WAIT A MINUTE!

Maki breaks the pin after spotting Mr. Gigglesworth entering the ring. She tries to thwart his attack, but Gigglesworth is too quick and charges her with a Spear! He immediately goes for the Ringmaster, helping him to his feet. Ringmaster instructs Gigglesworth to leave the ring before scooping up Maki and hitting her with “COME ONE, COME ALL”! THE VERTEBREAKER TO MAKI! Ringmaster covers. Seeing this, The Ringmistress suddenly starts to show signs of recovery. Instructing Boxcar Jones to reorient his focus on The Ringmaster’s pin attempt!

Nick Hanson: She was faking it the whole time!

Jim Reynolds: What did I tell ya, Nicky! PRICELESS! What a smart woman The Ringmistress is!

ONE…!

TWO…!

THREE!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner….The Ringmaster!

Nick Hanson: Damn the Ringmaster and his Chaos Circus! Damn them!!!

Jim Reynolds: I ain’t a fan of circus freaks either, Nicky, but you know what I’m less of a fan of? Crazy demon bitches!!!!

Winner: The Ringmaster

Result: Pinfall

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The scene faded in, showing a lit room though the lights were dimmed down some. In the center of the room was a small table that had something on it though whatever it was had been covered by a tan cloth. After a few moments of nothing happening, a door opened beyond the view of the camera, and after a moment, Jamie Austin walked over to the small table. The Texas native was in her gear, ready for her upcoming match against Rayola Davine-Filmore. She stopped behind the table, a smirk on her face as she looked towards the camera before lifting the cloth, revealing a rattlesnake in an enclosure that had been set up for it. Without saying a word, the blonde lifted the top off of the tank and pulled the rattler out, allowing it to slither up her arm as well wind itself around her arm some.

Jamie Austin: Tonight I face off against Rayola Davine...a member of TRIOCS though it seems like they’ve all left you on your own, Rayola. You’ve been abandoned, left on your own to handle the war your little group started.

Jamie smirked as she spoke, her eyes never leaving the camera until she finished. Once she did, the woman looked towards the snake on her arm, gently running a finger over its head for a few moments.

Jamie Austin: Did you know that rattlesnakes, unlike most species of snakes, will actually ‘cuddle’ up with family members at times? Even though most snakes are solitary, independent creatures, rattlers will stick near family at times. They know who to go back to, who to stay with...who will help protect them if needed.

Jamie chuckled a bit as she thought about what she had learned about the reptiles as she grew up. You could say that her uncle’s moniker had fascinated her from a young age, and she had taken up a fascination with snakes...rattlesnakes to be more precise.

Jamie Austin: It’s a shame the TRIOCS couldn’t be more like the rattlesnake...just when you need protection, when you need the closeness that they would provide, they leave you on your lonesome, Rayola. When you all started the war, all we heard was how the TRIOCS were superior to The Kingdom yet who remains standing still?

Jamie paused as she looked towards the rattlesnake that was on her arm, the calmness in both her and the actual snake radiating from them. Of course, a calm rattlesnake seemed a little odd in general since they weren’t known for their gentle composure. The blonde woman ran her fingertips down the snake’s body, a serene look on her face as she did so.

Jamie Austin: The Kingdom wouldn’t just leave someone behind like that. Everyone wants to say that we’re full of such shitty people yet we don’t leave one another behind. We protect one another; we don’t let the numbers build up on each other. Tonight, Rayola, you’re going to realize that the only reason people can’t stand The Kingdom is because they secretly wish they were one of us; the people are jealous of the bond we all have with one another. But I hope you remember something that may just save that pretty little head of yours tonight…

Jamie held her composure together as she looked away from her snake and towards the camera again, a small grin on her face. She walked from behind the table, from behind the rattlesnake’s enclosure, only to get closer to the camera thus making it easier to see her face as well as the snake she was holding.

Jamie Austin: I was raised and trained by THE Rattlesnake...I am a rattlesnake ready to strike, and we rattlers have deadly bites. When we meet in the ring, you’re going to be unlucky enough to be the victim. You can’t truly handle me, Rayola, and you’re going to be forced to Behold the Kingdom.

Jamie smirked before she kicked the tripod stand that the camera was sitting on, sending the camera to the floor. From the angle that the camera had fallen to, the lower half of the Texas native’s body could be seen making its way back towards the home that had been made for the rattlesnake which could now be heard living up to its name. The scene began fading as the rattling from the snake’s tail was heard while it was being put back into its home.

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The scene opens up backstage with Rayola Davine. She is dressed in a two patterned, white and black version of her regular gear facing away from the camera. The back of her top, which usually has angel wings only has an outline of a demonic wing on the white side and an angelic wing on the black side. Her hair is similarly dyed and toned with the red side on the black and on the white side is a deep indigo color.

Rayola Davine: It's time. There won't be any more words. No more fun to be had. By Jamie or by me. We are just going to step into that ring and we are going to fight. Seems very simple and straightforward.

Rayola turns her head over so slightly, still obscuring the side of her face with the indigo hair.

Rayola Davine: You wanted me at my worst and my best Jamie. You wanted to see what others have seen. You wanted that full experience that you thought I might be holding back from. That all I am is a cute and bouncy cosplayer.

Rayola eyes the camera, still obscuring the side of her face.

Rayola Davine: I can promise you this Jamie. You may go farther than me in the end. You may go farther than I ever will period. But you will never forget tonight. You'll never forget the Davine wrath to be unleashed.

Ray just stares down the camera from the side of her face as the scene fades out.

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The camera opens on a wall of tools inside what looks like an old garage. It is, in fact, a garage; a dimly lit one with a single bulb swinging slowly overhead. As the camera continues to pan around the room, we see an Iron Maiden motorcycle. Behind it, off to the side, a woman in a black leather jacket with a hood over her head sits in a chair; Doc Marten boots adorn her feet with one foot tapping against the concrete, slowly. Across her lap, as a form of identification, rests the Silver Mountain Championship belt. Morgan Payne drums her fingers on her other knee in a little rhythm that only she knows.

Morgan Payne: I said it from the beginning…. Da moment I won dis title offa Minoru Tanahashi...da fuckin’ palooka o’New Frontier Wrestlin’. I said when I became da Silver Mountain Champion, I was gonna bring it back to relevancy. Have I?

Morgan looks up at the camera; the hood of her jacket shadows half of her face as does her hair.

Morgan Payne: Shit, I’d like ta think I have. I sit here...at just over six months as champion. Dat ranks me at having da third longest reign. I’ve gone an’ defended dis belt tree times arready. Shit. Dat’s tree more times than four previous champions. Four!

She throws up four fingers with the hand she was drumming with. Her other hand lifts the title up and hangs it over her shoulder.

Morgan Payne: I am da eighth Silver Mountain Champion. Seventh if you don’t wanna count da one person who had a sorry as shit second reign as a reign at all. Is it worth even mentioning their names?

Morgan shakes her head.

Morgan Payne: I ain’t gonna. Yinz can find them in the history o’dis title. Just look at past champions and look at the ones who couldn’t even defend the belt once.

She sticks up her index finger.

Morgan Payne: Not. One. Fucking. Time. Yinz weren’t ready for dis belt. Yinz didn’t deserve dis fuckin’ belt. Shit. Two people took their ball and went home after they lost it. All in all? You spit on dis fuckin’ belt. A belt dat actually represents dis company more than da actual World or Undisputed Championships! Oh. Yinz’re tired o’hearin’ it? I’ll stop sayin’ it when ya learn to accept it. Easy V, Vlad Blackheart. Da Man on da Silver Mountain. He pioneered dis company in its original inception. He did so much for New Frontier Wrestlin’, they named a title in his honor. Dis title!!!

She stands from the chair and holds the belt up for the camera to see better.

Morgan Payne: Dis...is his legacy!! Da person who carries dis belt, carries on his legacy. I carry on his legacy! I AM...MY GODFATHER’S...LEGACY!!

She pauses for a moment. She then lowers the belt onto her shoulder as she breathes heavily, staring angrily into the camera.

Morgan Payne: People who wanna call dis nothin’ more than a glorified hardcore title, dunno shit. I’m out ta make dis title actually mean somethin’ and honestly? I can say, in full confidence, that I did that already. Shelley Silver held dis belt and she said she wanted ta make dis title worth more than da World Championship. Well, someone tell dat bitch it’s been done but it ain’t no thanks ta her. Yinz can thank me for dat. I made dis title mean more just by winning it!! Cuz all I keep hearin’ everywhere I go is dat da name “Morgan Payne” is synonymous with “New Frontier Wrestlin’!” I used ta not want dat. I had so much heat, so many haters comin’ at me from all directions. I din’t want dat heat on me ta be what burned NFW ta da ground. But yanno what? Now? Havin’ my name go hand in hand wif NFW? I’ll fuckin’ take it!!! Cuz it should!!!!

Morgan reaches up and pulls her hood off of her head, pushing her hair out of her face so the camera can get a good look at the fire in her eyes.

Morgan Payne: Damon Cross and Anton Crowley wanna talk about bein’ da bannermen for dis company because they hold da two top belts? They wanna measure dicks over it? Measure dis.

She motions to the Silver Mountain Title again.

Morgan Payne: Dis belt...is the championship of New Frontier Wrestlin’. I am da one who holds it. I am da fuckin’ champion o’dis company! Started from da bottom on day fuckin’ one and now here...I...fucking...STAND!! So from dis day an’ forward...when you hear da name New Frontier Wrestlin’...I don’t give a shit if you rise...I don’t give a goddamn if you bend da knee...you just remember the name...Morgan Payne….

Fade out as the camera stays on Morgan’s cold, hardened expression….

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 13:15:22 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 13:15:22 GMT -8

“October & April” by The Rasmus feat. Annette Olson begins to play as the lights dim down and the “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM” banner appears on the video tron. Out onto the stage walks Jamie Austin with confidence and a bit of attitude in her step. She strikes her pose on the stage, looking down at the ring with a grin as she flexes her hand down into a fist before coming down the steps and moving down the walkway.

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Making her way to the ring at this time...weighing in at 104lbs, from Victoria, Texas! Representing The Kingdom!! JAMIE...AUSTIN!!

Jamie reaches the ring and slowly makes her way around one side, grinning at the fans in a way that’s hard to tell if she adores them or can’t wait to piss them off somehow. A devious little expression, indeed. She climbs up onto the apron, making a show of it as she slowly steps through the ropes. Jamie struts around the ring once, stopping to stand on the ropes facing the stage and leans forward, watching and waiting with anticipation for her opponent to arrive.

The lights dim out with the opening chords of K/DA's "Pop/Stars". The backlight on stage lights up as a silhouette comes out to the stage, facing away from the audience. During the opening the backlight flashes to show the silhouette has flapping one feather-like wing and one demonic wing.

You know who it is

Coming ’round again
You want a dose of this right now it’s K/DA uh!

The lights come back up showing Rayola on the stage. Her wings are strapped to her over shoulders. She turns around and we see the half of her face on the side with her indigo hair has been painted with black and red in the art of a yokai oni ogre.

I'm a goddess with a blade

sorichyeobwa nae ireum itji mothage
Loud loud loud loud
I could take it to the top
jeoldae meomchuji mothae
naega kkeutnaejuneun
Bad gal gal gal

Walking in step to the beat, she makes no bones that she is entirely business tonight. The audience grants her this and applauds her and cheers all the same. At the end of the ramp, she stops as her wings flap behind her. She takes a short look around.

Roger Arden: Her opponent!! Weighing in at 115 pounds, from Seattle, Washington!! She is The Devil’s Angel...RAYOLA...DAAAAAVIIIIIIIINE!!!!!

And when I start to talk like that (like that)

Oh you won’t know how to react
I’m a picture perfect face
With that wild in my veins
You can hear it in my growl, growl, growl, growl.

Ray lets out a fierce roar of determination. She heads for the ring and climbs onto the apron. She pauses there a moment as she brings a hand to cover the unpainted side of her face, giving a look directly into the camera from the apron.

So keep your eyes on me now

mueoseul bodeun joahal geoya
daheul su eopneun level
nawa daegyeol wonhan neol hwakshinhae
We got it all in our hands now
So can you handle what we’re all about
We’re so tough
Not scared to show you up
Can you feel the rush now?

Rayola undoes the straps of her wings and lets them fall on the apron. As the beat hits a crescendo, she flips herself over the top rope and into the ring.

Ain't nobody bringing us

Down down down down down down
They could try but we’re gonna wear the crown
You could go another round
Round round round round round round
Wish you luck but you’re not bringing us down
We go hard till we get it get it
We go hard, we so in it in it
We POP/STARS, only winning winning now
Ain’t nobody bringing us
Down down down down

Ray lands on her feet and gives a shout out and a pose to the audience. She moves to a corner to continue to fire the audience up. As her music fades, she moves to her corner and preps for her match.

~DING DING DING~

Rayola and Jamie tie up with each other, both joking for position, as Jamie manages to transition her down with a standing crossface. She would move her down with a Fujiwara armbar, and then stomp on Rayola's elbow, before gloating with arrogance, as Rayola holds her arm in pain.

Nick Hanson: "What a devious stomp to the elbow after that takedown!"

Jim Reynolds: "That's why Jamie is part of the Kingdom. Smart move right there to pick her apart."

She would then transition Rayola to a seated position, before applying a chicken wing to weaken her arm a bit more, and add pressure, as Jamie hoped to keep her grounded and offense to a minimum. Rayola would plant her feet flat on the mat, forcing her way up, as she managed to free her arm enough, before dropping into a jawbreaker that knocked Jamie away, as Rayola fought away. Both get up, and Jamie rushed at Rayola, before Rayola caught her with a jumping dropkick.

Nick Hanson: "Very scrappy comeback by Rayola, well scouted attack there."

As Jamie gets to her feet, Rayola takes her over with an arm drag. She goes for a second one, but Jamie would high kick her damaged arm to counter it.

Jim Reynolds:
"Great scouting there, and again going for that left forearm to limit Rayola's offensive!"

Jamie would clutch Rayola's arm, before pulling her in for a shoulder tackle, and then a forearm smash to the face to weaken her. Austin would then go for a Russian Leg Sweep to ground her. As she was down, Jamie would then stomp on her left knee a few times, before positioning her in a Texas Cloverleaf to try and force a submission.

Nick Hanson: "And the Texas Cloverleaf is locked in, Rayola is going to have to dig deep to fight out of this hold."

Jim Reynolds: "She can't! Jamie is taking this greenhorn to school, and Rayola is going to tap right here!"

Jamie would shout at Rayola to tap out, wrenching her body further, as Rayola cried out in pain, while slowly crawling toward the ropes. Rayola would claw at the mat, before getting to the bottom rope as Priscilla would count for a disqualification.

1..

2..

3..

4..

Jamie breaks the hold, as she mocked Rayola while grabbing her hair and talking trash at her, before Rayola gives Jamie an echoing slap. Jamie lets go of her hair, before turning right into a roundhouse kick to the head, as she goes for a cover.

1..

2..

Nick Hanson: "And a narrow kickout!"

Jim Reynolds: "Rayola almost stole this match!"

With momentum on her side, Rayola would run to the opposite ropes, as Jamie started to get to her feet, only to be clipped by a springboard dropkick. She would then go for the needle and thread, slamming Jamie onto the mat. Finally, she would propel herself with the sunspot and goes for the pin, trying to get the win while Priscilla dived in.

Nick Hanson: "Sunspot connected, cover!"

1..

2..

Thr-no!

Jim Reynolds: "And Jamie isn't put away with that!"

Jamie kicked out, as Rayola looked a bit frustrated with her resilience. She gets Jamie up, looking for sliced bread, but Jamie shoved her into the turnbuckle, and then hits her with a running forearm smash. Rayola would slump down into a seated position, before Jamie takes a page from her lineage and stomped in her midsection.

Jim Reynolds: "Classic Austin move! Stomp a mudhole in her and walk it dry!"

As she would finish the attack, Jamie grabbed her ankles and dragged Rayola toward the center of the ring, as she goes for a back-flip double knee drop, as she hits her in the ribcage, really wounding Rayola. Jamie would taunt her, trash talking Rayola, as she climbed the turnbuckle, ready to deliver the Uptown Move, but, Rayola would get to her feet in a burst of adrenaline, as she planted her with an Avalanche split-legged facebuster, as both women were down.

Nick Hanson: "What an explosive move by Rayola! Both women are down!"

Jim Reynolds: "Get up, Jamie! Get up!"

He shouted with some certain bias for Jamie, as the two were slow to get to their feet. Jamie gets up a little faster, as she baited Rayola, looking for a stunner, but, Rayola caught her kick, and spins her around. Davine would then connect with the Raynbow, striking Jamie in the back of the head, as she falls like a sack of potatoes. Rayola would then cover her, as Priscilla counted the pin.

Nick Hanson:
"Raynbow! She might have it here!"

Jim Reynolds:
"No! No! No!"

1..

2..

Rayola would roll off of her, as she celebrated the close fight, and Priscilla raised her hand in victory.

Nick Hanson: "What an upset by Rayola Davine, and a very hard fought battle for her."

Jim Reynolds: "A broken clock is right twice a day, and she lucked out tonight."

Winner: Rayola Davine
Result: Pinfall

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Backstage, the camera finds the NFW Trios Champions, Arsenal, standing together as they prepare to defend their championships tonight.

Nikki Peltier: Reckoning Day is upon us and the NFW Trios Champions find themselves facing not one but two teams!

Before she can continue, Ashley gets a look on her face that makes all three of the others just stare at her.

Bethany Kenyon: Ash…

Ashley crosses her arms.

Ashley Kenyon: Did I say somethin’?

Jeszika almost laughs.

Jeszika Gautier: If we mention our opponents, you will.

Her arms remaining crossed, Ashley shrugs as if this doesn’t matter.

Nikki Peltier: Second City Riot Squad…

Ashley nods.

Ashley Kenyon: A real fucking team!

Bethany and Jeszika both nod their agreement.

Bethany Kenyon: Leah, Layla and Jed do seem to have things going for them.

Jeszika Gautier: Leah and Layla have been an established team for a while.

Ashley Kenyon: We should damn sure put some respect on their name. If we beat them, we stake our fucking claim to this… if they win, they do…

Nikki nods knowingly.

Nikki Peltier: And the Socialites?

Ashley’s starts to grind her teeth at the very mention of the name.

Jeszika Gautier: That about says it all…

Bethany nods as well.

Bethany Kenyon: They really are…

Before Bethany can say anything, Ashley throws her hands down.

Ashley Kenyon: Oh fuck no! We are not going to stand here as champions for six fucking months, making Trios a thing ehre in NFW just to lose to these stuck-up fucking plastic ass Barbie wannabes whose onlyh real claim to faem is there are more of then than the Pretty Committe and the Beautification Movement combined! At least the BM can fucking fight some but these fucking…

Bethany puts up her hands to try and slow down her sister.

Bethany Kenyon: Ash…

Ashley is hearing none of it.

Ashley Kenyon: We go down there, we kick their fucking heads off and make a goddamn example of them! There are enough fake queens and royals out there already, we don’t need four more prancing around here claiming to be the top of it all! Not on our watch!

Jeszika and Bethany both nod.

Jeszika Gautier: Here fuckin’ here!

Bethany Kenyon: Ok.

Nikki Peltier: Alrighty, let’s go get ‘em!

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 13:49:29 GMT -8

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Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Roger Arden: And it is for the NFW Trios Championships!!! Introducing first, the challengers….

Work Bitch by Britney Spears will play throughout the arena. The crowd starts to boo as Bianca, Vanessa & Danielle walk down the ring alongside her older sister and manager “Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn. They get to ringside and walk up the ring stairs. Tiffany motions to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter.

Roger Arden: At a combined weight of 353 pounds...from New York City. They are the Page sisters...Bianca...Vanessa...and the “Diamond Princess”...THE SOCIALITES!!!!!

“Killing in the Name” by Rage Against the Machine starts playing over the sound system as the lights begin to slowly go in and out. As the hook begins, the lights come on fully and Jed Coffey is standing at the top of the entrance with his arms folded.

Killing in the name of

The fans immediately begin to boo the man as they know the rest of the Second City Riot Squad contingent is not far behind.

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Roger Arden: And...from Chicago, Illinois...at a combined weight of 523 pounds…”The War Queen” Leah Aguero...Layla Diaz...and Jed Coffey...THE SECOND...CITY...RIOT SQUAD!!!!

Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz arrive from out behind Coffey on either side. Diaz is sporting her typical red and black half lucha mask as Leah has a black bandana covering her face from the nose down and a backward baseball cap pulling her hair back. After posing at the top of the entrance, the trio start to make their way towards the ring, ignoring the heat they are receiving from the fans.

Ugh!
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of

Jed Coffey is the first one up on the apron. He sits on the middle rope as Leah and Layla climb inside the ring and the three start getting ready for the match.

Roger Arden: And...from New Orleans, Louisiana...at a combined weight of 435 pounds...being led to the ring by Nikki Peltier...Jeszika Gautier...Bethany and Ashley Kenyon….they are the reigning and defending NFW Trios Champions...ARSENAL!!!!!

Lacuna Coil's “Die & Rise” starts up. With lights dancing around, Nikki Peltier leads out the members of Arsenal to the delight of the on-looking crowd. Bethany Kenyon sways slightly trying to tantalize and only tease a little while her younger sister, Ashley Kenyon, tries to make eye contact with every person in the place, hoping to tease them all into a frenzy. Jeszika Gautier enjoys the show whilst adding a bit of her own. Nikki leads them to the ring where she walks to the center of the ring and points to opposite corners, upon which both sisters raise their arms, Bethany just standing there while Ashley dances a little for everybody. Jeszika walks to the middle of the ropes between them and raises her arms as well, all of them making sure everybody sees the Arsenal of girl power here in the NFW.

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

Jeszika Gautier steps out to meet Leah Aguero as the Page Sisters all stdn in their corner, four strong, having a last minute discussion about who should do what in this match. Jeszika and Leah start to come over to make the decision for them and the Socialites turn around en masse and jump into matching crossbody blocks on both opponents. Danielle lands on Jeszika while Bianca lands on Leah. Vanessa steps back into their corner as Tiffany Lynn drops to the floor. Both Danielle and Bianca hold for the covers.

ONE!

TWO!

JESZIKA & LEAH BOTH KICKOUT!

Danielle and Bianca both rake eyes and motion at Vanessa to come help them. Vanessa obliges, moving to help Danielle throw Jeszika from the ring to the floor. The three Page Sisters turn and execute the Incluencers on Leah. The referee starts to move in to take control and Vanessa and Bianca back off, hands up. Danielle covers Leah. With the referee still moving the two sisters out of the ring, Layla ryan in and knocks Danielle off the cover. Jeszika climbs back into the ring and grabs Layla by the wrist. She gives Layla an Irish whip and Layla runs across the ring. She rebounds off the far ropes and comes back. Jeszika takes her and redirects her momentum to send her flying into a crossbody over the top rope that takes both Bianca and Vanessa down and the three women crash down onto Tiffany Lynn on the floor.

Nick Hanson: And out goes Layla, crashing into the Socialites!!

Jim Reynolds: Did you see that?! Gautier caused all of them to take down poor Tiffany Lynn!!!! This is absurd!!!

Danielle rolls up Jeszika from behind.

ONE!

TWO!

LEAH BREAKS IT UP!

Daniells grabs Leah in an inside cradle.

ONE!

TWO!

JESZIKA BREAKS IT UP!

On the floor, Bianca and Vanessa get up and throw Layla into the barricade back first. She hits hard and bounces off. Vanessa and Bianca scoop her up and hit what amounts to a double spinebuster onto the barricade. Layla collapses to the floor and the Page Sisters dive into the ring. They attack, jumping onto Leah and Jeszika. They knock both opponents down and are joi8ned by Danielle in putting the boots to them both at once. Bethany and Ashley Kenyon come into the ring and hit the Kiss Off in stereo on Bianca and Vanessa. Both Page Sisters go down and roll out onto opposite sides of the ring. Bethany and Ashley turn around and walk into a double clothesline from Jed. Jed hits a sidewalk slam on Jeszika and then backs off to his team’s corner. Leah starts to stand up and gets rolled up from behind by Danielle.

ONE!

TWO!

LEAH KICKS OUT!

Nick Hanson: And you’re not gonna put the War Queen down that easy!!!

Jim Reynolds: No sir, you’re not!

Leah staggers up and makes the tag to Jed. Jed comes running in and clotheslines Danielle down, dropping for a cover on her.

ONE!

TWO!

JESZIKA BREAKS IT UP!

Layla staggers up and makes her way around to her corner while the Kenyon Sisters do the same for their corner. Jed and Jeszika start trading shots, Jed knocking her downa dn going for cover.

ONE!

TWO!

JESZIKA KICKS OUT!

Jeszika rolls over into a cradle.

ONE!

TWO!

JED KICKS OUT!

Jeszika jumps and tags in Ashley as Daniells tries to flash roll up Jed.

ONE!

TWO!

ASHLEY BREAKS IT UP WITH A KISS OFF!

Jed pops up and knocks Ashley aside before making the tag to Layla. Vanessa and Bianca come in with Tiffany Lynn jumping up to distract the referee. Bethany, Jeszika, Jed and Leah come in and a melee breaks out that ends with Jed, Vanessa, Bianca, Jeszika, Bethany, Ashley and Leah tumbling to the floor. Layla splashes Danielle and hooks the leg for the cover. The referee comes back and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~ DING DING DING ~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners aaaaand NEEEEEEEEEW….NFW TRIOS CHAMPIONS...THE SECOND...CITY...RIOT SQUAD!!!!

Jim Reynolds: YEEEEESSSSS!!!!!! HOW SWEET IT IS!!!!

Nick Hanson: NEW CHAMPIONS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! I got a feeling The Socialites are gonna have something to say about this!! But so will the now former champions, Arsenal!! They don’t look happy!!

Jim Reynolds: Well, those lovely sisters are within their right!!

Layla gets to her feet and raises her share of their new championships up, Jed and Leah joining them in the ring as Arsenal watches on from the floor.

Winners: Second City Riot Squad (New Champions!!!)
Result: Pinfall

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***PRE RECORDED***

Books, large leather bound ones, that is what first greets us in this little trip. There are solid oak bookcases along the walls, Patagonian cherry wood floors, and there in the middle of the room sits Matt Shields, sitting in a ridiculously large dark brown leather La-Z-Boy recliner wearing a tweed vest and leather pants, smoking a pipe.

Matt Shields: Hello fuckos, fuckettes, fuckers and fuckees. Today, I will take you on a journey through the history of deathmatch wrestling up to the most important moment. To start we have to know when and where deathmatch wrestling began.

He takes a little puff from his pipe, sits it down on a small nearby mahogany stand, and walks over towards the bookcases. He pulls out a random one, flips it open, and nods.

Matt Shields: Ah yes, here we are. Deathmatch wrestling began with… nobody actually fucking knows. You had some guys in the late eighties in Puerto Rico and Japan and a few other places doing some crazy violent stuff. It started to gain some steam over here in the mid nineties, but Japan was still where a lot of it was happening. Then came the backyard bitches.

Shields places the book back and we can now see that he had pulled Moby Dick off the shelf. He moves to another shelf, leans down, and takes another book.

Matt Shields: In the early two thousands a bunch of moronic asshats started seeing tapes of these deathmatches and hardcore brawls and thought they could do it themselves. They are the reason Ollie Linkolkn thinks he has any kind of idea what he is in store for tonight. So you busted a few light tubes, played with some fire, maybe even felt that sting of barbed wire a time or two. That doesn’t mean you understand this life, Oliver. That doesn’t mean you understand the history. That is why tonight I am going to teach you all the lessons you and your ilk never had beaten into you.

He looks down at the book for a second, flips it open and a glimpse of the front cover shows the word DRACULA.

Matt Shields: So many stupid little children hurt, certain weapons and matches started to be seen as too violent. People like Ollie Linkoln almost ruined an art form. All these punks saw was weapons and blood and thought that it looked cool. Myself though, I saw the beauty in the brutality. I saw the magic in the violence. I saw what I was meant for. When I made my way over to Japan in two thousand and twelve, I sought out the kings of deathmatch. I sought out the pioneers, and I trained with them in secret for as long as I could, but no one wanted that for me. They wanted the cool young cocky high flying Gaijin. So I gave it to them. I found success, money, women, and gold. Yet inside, I died a little every single day.

Shields returns the book to its place, moves back towards the chair, and snatches up his pipe. A few quick puffs and then he sits as the smoke lingers around him.

Matt Shields: I returned home for… reasons and found no real success. A bit of money, some women, but no gold. So then I said fuck it, I started to make those changes to finally be who I always knew I was. Yet success still eluded me. I took time away, returned to Japan, and again I sought out those deathmatch pioneers. This time though, no secrets, no giving promoters what they wanted. This was my time For months and months I went through torture. I was no longer wrestling in nice halls in front of cheering fans. I was fighting in back alleys and bars for rabid monsters, and I absolutely loved it. Since then, there has been success, money, women, and gold, but much more importantly, there has been blood. There has been suffering, there has been torment, there has been violence. I have broken bones, ended careers, and ruined lives.

He takes a few more puffs from his pipe and smirks.

Matt Shields: More than that though, every time I have stepped into a ring or a cage or an arena for a deathmatch, I have delivered the absolute best, bloodiest, brutal brawls the wrestling world has ever seen, and the most beautifully violent spectacles that anyone has ever beheld. This brings us to what I promised you. The most important moment in the history of deathmatch wrestling. The moment that keeps the violence and the bloodshed and the brutality at the forefront of the people's minds. The moment where the morons stop thinking it is just two idiots hitting each other with weapons. The moment where Deathmatch wrestling becomes a work of art. That moment happens tonight the same as it did years ago. That moment is...

He takes a deep breath, stands, pickles up his kendo stick from beside the recliner, and points it straight ahead.

Matt Shields: EVERY TIME I HAVE A GOD DAMN DEATHMATCH! That is why I am the only motherfucker certified to teach Oliver the lessons he clearly never received. Oliver, you think because you lit your foot on fire or wrapped some barbed wire around it, been dropped on some thumbtacks, or had a light tube smashed across your head, that you know this World, MY World. If you knew anything about it, you would know that you don’t leave this World until you are put the fuck down. Who knows, maybe you’re the one to do it. Maybe you are the one to do what no one else on this entire fucking planet has ever done. I’ve had my wars. I have been beaten and I have been put on the shelf before, but not one person has been able to keep me down. So tonight you learn your lessons and I get to see if the student can surpass the master. I get to see if you’re the one that’s meant to kill me. I have my doubts, but maybe you will be able to make your own beautiful bloody brutal masterpiece. Just don’t disappoint me, Oliver.

He finally lets the kendo stick drop as everything fades to black.

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Ollie Linkoln: Reckoning. The settling of debt.

Ollie Linkoln is picking from a variety of items he picked up at the thrift store and is working on loading up his golf bag. He briefly considers the brutal tool of destruction known as the ‘Garden Weasel’ and looks to Rocky for his advice.

Ollie Linkoln: Yeah...no you’re right this will definitely get me arrested. I’ll just pack a few more light tubes.

There is another pause as Ollie takes in the inaudible advice of his manager.

Ollie Linkoln: But this debt is not in regards to you publicly discussing your ‘big stick’ in front of my wife like the most insecure man on the planet. Nor is it over threats to cook and eat my pet raccoon which is funny coming from someone weirdly accusing me of being one of these ‘Manhattan Hillbillies’ you seem to have invented. Anyone can look at your body of work and see that you absolutely deserve to be shown up at what you think you do best. I’m here on your playing field. I’m wrestling a match I don’t even know all the rules to yet and even in this heat? I ain’t sweating.

Ollie puts his hand on his forehead and shows off his dry hand.

Ollie Linkoln: Someone who dresses up like you do really REALLY cares a lot about whether or not people are afraid of him. That’s… not a terribly interesting way to live your life. You can take a gallon of my blood You can take a pound of flesh….I’ll smirk in your face and ask you if you’ve ever wondered what Mr. Bean’s sex life was like and then I’ll take just as much flesh and blood from you. You can tell me that I’m too dumb to be frightened. That’s fine. If you’re gonna be dumb you gotta be tough as the saying goes. You aren’t gonna scare me with a spooky outfit and you aren’t gonna surprise me with barbed wire, thumbtacks, and broken glass. So, now what do you have Matt? You go out of your way to discuss me in a condescending tone and every word of it drips with I N S E C U R I T Y.

Ollie looks at the Garden Weasel, still considering it before deciding against it and slinging the golf bag over his shoulder.

Ollie Linkoln: You think you’ve got this one in the bag. You think you’ve seen all that I have to offer and I’m gonna be carried off in a stretcher. Well, I reckon I’m gonna walk out of this arena on my own two feet, my guy.

Ollie thinks if he forgot to pack anything and looks over to Rocky who has his tiny little hand outstretched to offer Ollie a book of matches. Ollie smiles.

Ollie Linkoln: Good lookin out, fuzzy homie. Now then…Ami had the sitter put the kids to bed early… they don’t need to see the kinda stuff their dad can do. Time to make the donuts. Goongala! Goongala!

Ollie takes the matches and he and Rocky exchange a fist bump before Rocky climbs up on his shoulder. Ollie walks offscreen with Rocky and his Casey Jones bag of goodies.

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 14:18:34 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 14:18:34 GMT -8

Roger Arden:!The following contest is the Lessons In Deathmatch Wrestling match. This match may only be won by pinfall, submission or knock out. There are no disqualifications and no count outs.

Jim Reynolds: Well I guess it is time for us to run down the rules of this match. Good thing they weren’t thought up by a mad man. There are three fairly large metal bins attached to the barricades around the ring. One of them on each side left and right, and one away from the ramp.

Nick Hanson: Don’t forget about the exploding barbed wire barricades that will go active at the fifteen minute mark. Does the company insurance cover death? Because I honestly think someone might die here tonight.

Jim Reynolds: I don’t know, and while it pains me to say this, you might be right. This is only one of the insane matches happening tonight. There are no titles on the line, but there’s pride and… I have a bad feeling about this one.

The opening horns of 'Super Rad' heralds the arrival of The Manic Marvel, emerging from the entranceway skanking along to his entrance theme, his manager Rocky peeking from the backpack on his back.

'I had a small friend

Who had a fat friend
Who had a big friend
Who gave birth to many friends
With our flashlights to the sky
We waited for them to land
I got two tall friends
Who know my small friend
Who seem to have a problem with you
They got roman candles
Bottle rockets for the vandals
Who covered our lockers in glue

Ollie doesn’t go down the ramp like he normally would, instead Ami Fitzsimmons comes out, takes the backpack from him, and hands him a golf bag loaded with all sorts of fun goodies. Ollie gives his wife a quick kiss, rubs Rocky’s head, and then looks down in the ring that’s already filled with weapons.

'We're on our way here we go

We're gonna take over
Set it off one last time
Here we come again'

Ollie now makes his way down the ramp. He waves to the fans and even tosses out a few Rockie plushies from his Casey Jones-Esque arsenal container, but the usual smile isn’t quite there

'We were strangers

And we were pilgrims
Role models of the family man
Pioneers and patriarchs
Patriots and matriarchs
Staking out the promised land
Our little army
We were commandos
Gorillas with decoder rings
We felt some opposition
From some villains
Who were wishin'
They could be cadets and kings

Ollie hops up on the ring apron, sets his golf bag in the lone empty corner, and then does a forward roll over the top rope, landing flat on his back. He does a kip-up to his feet as if he meant to do that. He gives the referee a high five.

'We're on our way here we go

We're gonna take over
Set it off one last time
Here we come again
All systems go!
Soon the world will know
The fury of attack
Feel the wrath of
The super rad
The super rad

Ollie hits the turnbuckle to pose and cheer for the nice people before backflipping off onto his feet and awaiting his opponent.

Nick Hanson: Ollie Linkoln is still very much a showman, even in this strange situation. You can tell he’s prepared for this match though. He brought his own weapons, he had Rocky taken to the back and you look at his face, no smile, no jokes, just a man ready to fight.

All the lights suddenly go out, no light, no noise for about five seconds until a low hum is heard, the sound of some guitars cutting through, picking up before a loud kick drum hit, an explosion at the top of the ramp and the lights turn a dark red as Powerman 5000’s “Cannibal Killers That Kill Everyone begins to play.

“You're not the same as you were when you were young

All that optimism you're given is dead and gone
'Cause everybody wants a piece
And everybody needs to eat
And everyone loves the deal
Until you realize and become the meal”

As the song plays, the lights start to flash and several pairs of scantily clad women rise up onto the stage swaying seductively in front of shrouded figures. The lights flash white and that’s when the blood all over their mouths, arms, and exposed midriffs is seen.

“Cannibal rising

Cannibal roar
Cannibal pimps and cannibal whores
Cannibal daughters
Cannibal sons
Cannibal killers that kill everyone”

They move to the side and we see they each have a victim that looks strangely similar to Ollie Linkoln’s family, including his wife. Oliver is actually fuming now, staring up the ramp, completely oblivious to Matt Shields hopping over the barricade and sliding in behind him.

“How's it feel when teeth sink into your skin

No one fucking cares if you dare believe you can win
'Cause everybody wants a piece
And everybody needs to eat (you alive)
And everyone's in denial
Until they're chewed up and spit on the pile”

Shields slams his kendo stick across the back of Ollie Linkoln, then uses it to hit a Russian leg sweep. Shields starts slamming the kendo stick down across the back of Ollie as Boxcar Jones stands there in shock. After the fifth or sixth shot, Boxcar steps in front of Shields and tells him that’s enough. Shields stares Boxcar down for a few brief seconds, then steps back and holds his hands up. “All right Boxcar, I’m done until the bell rings. Now ring the motherfucking bell.”

Jim Reynolds: Come on Shields. You already have the kid in your environment, your match, and still with the cheap sneak attack bullshit. Screw you. Kick his ass, Ollie.

Boxcar shakes his head no and points for Shields to back up. Shields seethes and screams before he starts pacing back and forth as Boxcar checks on Ollie, asking him if he can still fight. Ollie gives a small nod of his head and Boxcar reluctantly signals for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Shields runs right at Ollie and catches him with a knee to the temple before hauling Linkoln up for a swinging neckbreaker. The crowd rain down boos upon Shields as he goes to the wheelbarrow and pulls out a stop sign, he raises it high, then drops it.

Matt Shields: NOT YET FUCKOS!

Shields is very pleased with himself as he delivers a sliding European uppercut. Ollie is hauled up and Shields sets him for a pumphandle neckbreaker, but Ollie slips off and hits a one handed bulldog. Ollie shakes the cobwebs and moves towards his golf bag, pulling out a putter because well it is a golf bag. The next thing he brings out is a bright red handled mop, then a cricket bat. Ollie is set with the cricket bat when he turns around and gets his eyes raked. Shields hits a quick fisherman’s neckbreaker, then grabs the stop sign from earlier and moves it around a bit before bringing Ollie back up. Shields sets up for another pumphandle neckbreaker, but Ollie slips off again. This time Ollie stumbles back into the ropes and charges forward for a thrust kick only for Shields to drop to his knees and pull out the Johnny Cage dick punch. Shields just starts laughing as he gets to his feet. Shields walks over to the metal trash cans and starts looking through one. He tosses out a few kendo sticks, a light tube, a small pipe, and the lid. He nods and picks up the trash can.

Nick Hanson: I guess he’s decided that he’s finally ready to use one of the weapons in the actual match. Why is this guy even signed to NFW?

Jim Reynolds: Because people watch him. He’s a terrible human being and almost everyone hates him, but they still watch. I just hope Ollie can get back in this thing and give Shields the ass kicking he deserves.

Shields turns around and gets a mop right in the face, the strands of the mop getting tangled a bit in his hair. Ollie takes advantage and uses the mop to shake Shields around. The Maniacal Motherfucker’s equilibrium is thrown completely out of whack as he drops the trash can behind him. It takes him a few swings to shove the mop out of his face, but Ollie quickly sidesteps Shields and trips him, snapping the mop across his back as he goes to the mat. Ollie goes to the ropes for a second, trying to shake off the sneak attack at the outset of the match. Shields is slowly getting up to his feet and Ollie is looking to attack as he gets a running start, leaps up for the hurricanrana, and gets dropped throat first onto the top rope. Shields is quick to follow with a jumping high knee to the back that sends Ollie back to the ropes and allows a little extra oomph as he drives Ollie down onto the stop sign. Shields grabs Ollie by the hair, yanks him up, looks to the clock to see the countdown reach the ten second mark. He smirks and drives Ollie down with Majo No Toki right as the first bin opens.

Shields slides to the outside and slowly makes his way over to the first bin of sin. He looks down with a devious smirk and laughs a little. He reaches in for something, but before he can get it, his forehead is driven into the metal lid courtesy of an Ollie Linkoln tope suicida. Both men were down on the floor, Ollie working to catch his breath and shake the cobwebs after the damage inflicted on him, and Shields down and probably bloody. Ollie is up first, goes to the bin, and doesn’t waste choosing a weapon as he grabs a light tube. Shields is busted open, his entire forehead a red mess. Ollie smashes the light tube into the stomach of Shields, then delivers a devastating spinning crescent kick before dropping a chair on Shields to hit the B-Boy Stance. Ollie does his best to absorb the pain and goes for the cover

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- KICK OUT!

Jim Reynolds: Damn. I didn’t think that was gonna be quite enough to put that deranged bastard away, but maybe.

Nick Hanson: Ollie has got to remember to hook the leg if he can get Shields into position for a pin again. Also, hit him with as many weapons as you can. No rules, fight dirty kid.

Ollie heads back over to the bin and throws out a kendo stick that has a bit of glass glued onto it, one wrapped in barbed wire, and one that was tiger striped. Ollie instead grabs another light tube, spins around, and smashes it across the head of Shields as he’s getting to his feet. Ollie then decides to go back inside the ring and starts tossing out some of the cookie sheets and other road signs, along with a few chairs that are in the wheelbarrow. Shields has managed to slide in and he quickly hits Ollie with that tiger striped kendo stick. Shields hits a half-Nelson neckbreaker right down onto a couple of cookie sheets and a yield sign. Shields uses the kendo stick to help him stand, blood covering most of his face. Shields yanks a light tube out of Ollie’s own bag turns and smashes it down over his back and head. Shields looks over to the table in the corner and smirks. Shields brings the table out, sets it, and looks up to the top rope. He nods, grabs a barbed wire covered chair, and lashes it across the back of Ollie Linkoln. Shields then grabs Ollie by the hair and pulls him over to the table. Shields props him up and grabs a baseball bat, but then stops, drops it, and looks down at the cricket bat. Shields laughs as he tells Ollie thanks for the fun weapon. Shields turns around, takes a wild swing, and completely whiffs. Ollie leaps up onto Shields’ shoulders and hits a poisonrana. Shields is spiked on his head and pops right to his feet. Ollie grabs the cricket bat and smacks Shields across the face sending him flying onto the table. Ollie grabs the barbed wire wrapped chair, smacks it down on Shields's chest then ascends to the top rope. Ollie leaps off the top with The Keanu Reeves of Shooting Star Presses right as the countdown for the opening of the second bing starts up. Ollie lands right on Shields, sending both of them crashing through the table and sandwiching the barbed wire chair between them.

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

Ollie pulls himself out of the wreckage, not even attempting a pin. Instead, he crawls over towards the side of the ring with the newly opened bin of sin. Ollie rolls out of the ring and pulls himself up with the help of the pin Ollie looks inside and now he seems a bit happy. He pulls out a bundle of light tubes held together with duct tape and barbed wire. There’s another barbed wire wrapped chair, more glass, and barbed wire covered kendo sticks, two burlap bags with something dangerous in them no doubt. Ollie then pulls out a bowling ball and raises it high as the crowd cheers the idea they’re pretty sure he has. Inside the ring, Shields has pulled himself from the table and crawled over to a ring post. He yanks the apron to the side, reaches down, and pulls the barbed wire wrapped baseball bat. Ollie tosses a few more of the kendo sticks in the ring, sets the light bundle aside, and settles on the bowling bawl when the barbed wire bat is driven across his back. Shields hits the pumphandle neckbreaker on the third attempt, driving Ollie straight through the light tube bundle. With Linkoln down, Shields moves to the large rat trap board attached to the lid of the bin.

Nick Hanson: Dang. Matt Shields back in this match. Kind of feels like he knew exactly where that barbed wire bat was going to be placed.

Jim Reynolds: You can call Shields a cowardly despicable jackass, but you can’t call him stupid. I understand the man looks like Rob Zombie cosplaying Jesus, but as you see he has been one step ahead so far.

Nick Hanson: Maybe half a step ahead. Despite the early attack and this being more Shields’ environment, Ollie Linkoln is giving him a fight.

Shields has to grab a screwdriver from a toolbox under the ring to help him break off the zip ties holding the rat trap board in place, working to free it without setting any of the traps off. He is able to free it after about 20 seconds, hauls it out of the lid, and drops it behind him. He turns to get Ollie, but instead, he gets smacked with the toolbox he had pulled out from under the ring. Shields is rocked, staggering around perilously close to the rat trap board for a few seconds before Ollie sends him up and over with a running monkey flip. Shields flies over Ollie and lands right on one of the barbed wire wrapped chairs. Ollie moves back to the bin and pulls out a coonskin cap, which he quickly tosses away. He tosses out a bowling pin and a small velvet bag, which Shields pockets as he grabs a kendo stick and brings it up between the legs of Ollie. Ollie sits there huddled over and Shields decides to hit him with a vicious forearm shot. Ollie takes it and stumbles a bit, but he shakes it and stares Shields down telling him to hit him again. Shields laughs, pulls back, and just throws everything he has into a discus forearm. Ollie again stumbles and staggers, almost goes to a knee, but he absorbs it, takes it in, and stands straight up in Shields’ face. Shields smiles through his crimson mask as Ollie stares straight back at him, his own face stained red. Shields pulls back, then knees Ollie right in the balls and rakes his eyes. Shields pulls Ollie up for Greetings From Crystal Lake and drops him right down onto the rat trap board as the countdown for the barbed wire barricades begins. Both men suffered on that one, but Ollie took the worst of it and Shields crawls into the cover as the countdown for the boards hits FOUR

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- KICK OUT!

BARBED WIRE BARRICADES EXPOSED AND ACTIVATED!

Nick Hanson: Oh man, I’m… I’m glad Ollie kicked out because look we’re biased right now. I’m sorry. I just can’t stand the actions of Matt Shields.

Jim Reynolds: I’m usually up for some cheap tricks, a little sneakiness to get the job done. Shields though, the mind games, the just constant cheap attacks, oftentimes not needed. It’s too much.

Shields slowly gets up and just leaves Ollie laid out on the board of rat traps. Shields slides into the ring and goes to Oliver’s bag and asks him what other fun things he brought? Shields pulls out a few light tubes, a kendo stick, a hockey stick, and a rubber chicken. Shields keeps the kendo and hockey sticks, wielding them like swords as he heads back outside. Shields drops down right in front of the board, but Ollie Linkolin is gone. Nope, he’s in the ring charging straight at an unsuspecting Shields. The Walking Horror Movie turns just as The Manic Marvel flies to the outside with the Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell. Ollie doesn’t cover after he hits the moonsault, instead, he gets back to his feet, and grabs a staple gun from the second bin. Ollie grabs Shields arms and staples them to his shirt so he can’t move. Ollie hits a quick thrust kick to Shields, rocking him so he can staple the coonskin cap onto Shields’ skull. Ollie hits another thrust kick to Shields, then rolls inside to grab the now empty golf bag. Shields is slowly getting to his feet when Ollie grabs a barbed wire kendo stick and jumps off the apron, driving it down across the back of Shields. With Shields slumped over on his knees, Ollie shoves the golf bag over the head of Shields and Oliver hits Planes, Trains, and Plantains with a barbed wire wrapped chair under him. Ollie is slow to cover and has to yank the golf bag off of Shields before he can make the cover

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- KICK OUT!

Jim Reynolds: Damn. That one was close. You gotta wonder if Ollie needed to use that chair. The creative use of the staple gun and turning that coonskin cap mind game right around.

Nick Hanson: Ollie proving something tonight I think, but like you said, did he need to use the chair, Plus again he forgot to cover the leg. Still so close, but has to watch for that nest dirty trick coming from Shields.

Ollie has the advantage and looks to continue the attack, but of course a thumb to the eye, a quick bell ringer, and a massive 40 Legions that Shields just throws everything into. Shields leaps through, nearly takes Ollie’s head off, and flies forward nearly a foot. Shields lands and doesn’t even think of turning for a cover. He’s getting separation from Ollie as he tries to free the coonskin cap from his head. Shields moves towards the barricades and kind of smirks as he takes a bit to catch his breath and slowly extract the staples from his skull. Ollie is on his feet thanks to the help of the bin. The countdown for the final bin to open hits the ten second mark as Ollie is on his feet and Shields slowly stands, finally getting that infested animal skin hat out of his hair and skull, bits of fur clinging to his blood caked face. Shields turns as the countdown hits three and there’s Ollie fucking Linkoln charging straight at him with a suicide spear, the countdown hitting zero just before they both crash through the exploding barbed wire barricade, massive explosions nearly knocking over the blast barricades between the boards and the crowds, both men getting burned and singed my fire and sparks just as a burst of pyro shoot off as the final bin of sin is opened. We go overhead of the bin and there’s a massive black trash bag right in the middle, a coil of barbed wire, a small bottle of lighter fluid and a zippo on the left said and a kendo stick sword, complete with a barbed wire guard, an iron spike pommel, glass shards on every edge and twisted nails along the tip, a few sharp points stick out.

Jim Reynolds: Holy… I mean my God, Ollie Linkoln and Matt Shields both went through that exploding barbed wire barricade board. Luckily we were prepared and set up blast barricades along the entire perimeter, twice as long and high as suggested just to ensure maximum safety for the great NFW fans.

Nick Hanson: It’s a good thing, that explosion was brutal and now we see the contents of the final bin. Something special for Linkoln is the barbed wire he likes to wrap around his boot and something he has not done for quite a while, I want to say it’s Burning Gravy, but it’s been so long.

Jim Reynolds: Wow, Shields pulling deep for Ollie, but pretty new for him as that is his ultimate weapon as he says. He calls it, and I am not shitting you on this, he calls it Excaligore. Yes, he’s a chode.

It’s a good thirty seconds until either man crawls out of the wreckage. Ollie Linkoln is first, bloody, cut up, some of his wounds cauterized from the heat. Ollie reaches the ring and uses it to start making his way over towards the final bin. Shields isn’t too far behind him, but he stays low, crawling as he grabs a crowbar. Ollie is slow to get to the final bin, but he smiles as he sees his old friends. He rolls his eyes at Shields' weapon, then he looks like a kid in a candy store as he eyes the black trash bag. Ollie hauls it out of the bin, rips it wide open, and dumps out hundreds, no thousands of lego pieces, figures, accessories, it looks like everything for a massive lego city. Ollie screams in excitement and the fans go nuts as he dumps out the entire bag into a massive pile of pain. Ollie then ducks Shields as he swings the crowbar, but he spins around right into a spray of strange powder as Shields has that little velvet bag he snagged earlier. Ollie is completely blind and disoriented. Allowing Shields to deliver a blistering European uppercut, spinning Ollie around and setting him right up for Frailty. Shields doesn’t cover, nor does he go for his secret weapon. Instead, he yanks Ollie up by his ear and tosses him into the ring. He looks back at his weapon and blows a kiss before he slides into the ring. Shields pulls Ollie up and hits a quick belly-to-back neckbreaker. Shields goes over to the wheelbarrow and tosses out everything but stop signs and two yield signs stacked up in a little circle. Shields hauls Ollie up and dodges a few wild swings from the still blinded Ollie Linkoln. Shields hits a step up enziguri that rocks Ollie. Shields is quick to follow up with the Canadian neckbreaker, dropping Ollie through the signs and down into the wheelbarrow. Shields smiles as he heads up to the top rope. He stands, one foot on the top, his other on the middle rope and he stretches out his arms as he yells

Matt Shields: HAIL SATAN! ARCHANGELO! HAIL SATAN! WELCOME YEAR ZERO!

Shields then goes to the top and leaps off with Year Zero, crashing down right on top of the street signs, crunching and cracking from another hard fall. Ollie had managed to roll out of the wheelbarrow and to the floor during Shields's taunting.

Nick Hanson: YES! Ollie caught one over on that jerk and he’s in position to make it over to that final bin. Also, I would just like to remind all our viewers that the actions, words, and beliefs of Matthew Shields may not be shared by many around the world, and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of NFW management, staff, or crew.

Jim Reynolds: Yeeeaaah. How about Ollie Linkoln, huh? Still in this fight, has the advantage again, well if he can get his eyes flushed out, and oh it looks like Boxcar Jones is getting some help from an emergency water delivery courtesy of a crafty raccoon.

Rocky the Racoon is running along the barricade over towards the final bin, a bottle of water and twenty bucks attached to his back. Rocket gets to Boxcar and somehow they communicate with each other. There’s squeaks and cheeps and prhaess and syiagns never head before, but finally Boxcar takes the twenty dollar bill, flushes out Ollie’s eyes, and then says

Boxcar Jones: oaky I trun aournd and you btie Siehdls bllas.

There’s a little fist bump and Ollie looks at Rocky, then to Boxcar, then he just shrugs and nods his head as he pulls himself up and suddenly goes flying head first into the barbed wire lined lid of the final bin of sin. Shields returns the favor from earlier in the match with a tope suicide of his own as Ollie had his back turns. Rocky hisses at Shields, but then quickly scampers away. Shields turns to Boxcar who looks terrified, but Shields smiles, turns, wraps an arm around him and whispers something into his ear. Boxcar nods then nod again and goes off, leaving Shields to find the two burlap bags from bin two. He takes them over to the pit of legos, opens them out, and scatters glass and thumbtacks all over those jagged little pieces of plastic. Shields looks down at the carnage he has made and starts laughing.

Matt Shields: NO ONE ESCAPES THE PIT OF DESPAIR!

Shields sees Ollie getting up and hits him with a quick sliding knee to the midsection. Shields brings Ollie up, pulls him over towards the pit of despair. Shields sets Ollie up for the Hellhound’s Bite and positions him just right. Unfortunately for Shields, all the planning allowed Ollie time to recover and he’s able to slip an arm free. Olliver drives a few elbows into the side of Shields's head and flips the complete opposite way with a sunset flip counter. Ollie rolls through and lets Shields stands so he can hit a series of quick kicks to the calves as he seems to double up on the kicks as it’s All Aboard at the Gravy Station. The Savate kick is followed by a high knee and then another savate before Ollie hits the rolling somersault kick, right down on his back just a little ways away from the pit. Ollie pops up and no Gravy train, instead hits a spinning hook kick, Ollie pulling out something new to leave Shields completely out on his knees.

Jim Reynolds: Holy crap, yes kid yes. He’s going for the barbed wire. Do you think he’ll light it on fire? I would love to see Shields get fire kicked right in his smug face.

Nick Hanson: You, me and a whole lot of other people. We’ll just have to wait and see, though I think just the barbed wire would be plenty to end this, prove himself, and get some payback for all of the crap that Shields has put him through.

Ollie goes over to the bin, barbs the barbed wire spool, and works it onto his kick pad. Ollie pulls out the lighter fluid and holds it up to the enthusiastic crowd. Ollie sprays the kick pad and the barbed wire grabs the lighter, moves in towards Shields, and gives a loud “TOOT TOOT” as he pulls the whistle and lights his kick pad on fire. Ollie is set to hit the Fiery Gravy Train, but Shields sprays him with a fire extinguisher, killing the fire and blinding Ollie once more. Shields drives the extinguisher into the gut of Ollie, then drops it and moves to the final bin. Shields pulls out his ultimate weapon and with Ollie beside the pit of despair, blinded, bloody, and battered, Shields, cracks Ollie with Excaligore, right across the back of the head almost like he was trying to take his head off. Ollie slumps down, and Shields rolls Ollie over to see he has his middle finger sticking out. Shields smirks and instead of pinning Ollie, he hauls him up one last time. Shields raises Ollie right over the pit of despair, stepping in so he can drape Ollie’s feet on the ring apron. Shields nods, pushes Ollie up, and hits a snap European uppercut as he comes back down. Shields catches Ollie, gets him in position, the spin and there’s The Neckronomibreaker right down into the pit of despair, both men’s back getting covered in tacks and glass, lego’s sticking to the skin. Ollie is right in the middle of the pile, just a bloody mess as Shields crawls into the pin and hooks the leg.

ONE…

TWO...

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden:!Your winner as a result of a pin fall… MATT SHIELDS!

Nick Hanson: Crap. That’s all there is to say. We knew Ollie Linkoln was the underdog, but who doesn’t love an underdog, plus he was so close. Shields just always had one extra trick up his sleeve.

Jim Reynolds: I will begrudgingly give Shields this. He is very good when he is not confined by the normal rules. He is a violent sociopath, we already knew that. Ollie Linkoln may not have won tonight, but that young man earned my respect.

Nick Hanson: Mine as well, plus I imagine a lot of others. Credit to Shields for the win, even though the whackjob doesn’t care about titles. Still, he’s dangerous and deranged and I just hope he stays away from us.

Security and medics came down as soon as the bell sounded, both men still lying in the pit of despair. Both men are slowly pulled out of the mess, thumbtacks, and glass clinging to their back and arms. Stretchers are called for as both men don’t even seem capable of moving. Shields slowly raises himself up into a seated position as the stretchers arrive. Ollie Linkoln is about to be loaded on when he slowly sits up. Ollie and Shields stare at each other for a second, then Shields gives Ollie a slight nod of the head. Shields shoves security and the medics away, grabs Excaligore, and uses it like a crutch, his other hand on the ring as he slowly stands. Ollie starts to get to his feet as well, then just shakes his head no, throws his hands in the air, and lays down on the stretcher, not bothering with any foolish pride. Shields takes a few steps on his own, then drops to a knee, He turns back around, grabs the stretcher, and just slumps over it. Shields calls two of the security guys and has them help him push the stretcher up the ramp so he can technically walkout.

Winner: Matt Shields

Result: Pin Fall

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The scene opens backstage with Sela-Rica Lark swaying lightly as she holds her barbed wire-wrapped bat close to her. Abigail is standing beside the Underground Queen, she has the steel chain wrapped around her arm. She looks at Sela as the Underground Queen speaks.

Sela-Rica Lark: Is it so difficult to understand? There's no one more psychotic than us. Many imitators, many who try, but none who can consistently follow through. Everyone is your cookie cutter badass with an attitude. *cough*Gallus Mag.*cough cough* But everyone sees the attention that being such a psycho brings, and being the narcissists that they are, imitate, but never duplicate.

Sela smirks as she continues to sway, looking into the distance off-camera.

Sela-Rica Lark: Do you honestly think we fear what Gallus Mag can do? Copies of the real deal. That is all. And poor copies looking for the attention of their master. Little Luthor. Are you tired yet, Luthor? Are you tired of dealing with everything falling apart around you? Tired of looking over your shoulder because it'll be more bad news, or perhaps even us? You could have made nice with us before, just by letting us have our fun. You chose to oppose our fun though.

Sela’s grin turns suddenly serious as her head snaps to the camera.

Sela-Rica Lark: We all know you want this to end Luthor, but it won’t. Not until we have our fun. And we intend to have our fun for a long time. So send your cronies after us Luthor, go ahead and try to wash away the marks we leave behind. You’re going to learn very soon, what we started, it’s just going to get worse.

Abigail Lindsey: The worst is yet to come...

Abigail giggles finally chiming in. She uncoils the chain from around her arm. She sways it like she’s trying to hypnotize the people watching.

Abigail Lindsey: Gallus Mag. Luthor. There is one undisputed truth the three of you are mistaken. It doesn’t matter what you want. Lu Lu, you want to purge us from the roster? You want a fight, Gallus Mag? Heh. None of that matters. You fail to grasp the big picture. How many times has Sela’s opponents and detractors claimed they were going to put a stop to her fun? I lost track of how many mindless fools told me the laws of karma were going to wipe me off the face of the earth. Everyone was wrong about Sela. They’ve been wrong about yours truly. Lets take this to its natural conclusion, you have two women who the world has been dead wrong about who came together for a common purpose. What chance does anyone have to prevent us from engaging in our hearts desire?

Abigail shakes her head.

Abigail Lindsey: I wouldn’t place any bets on Gallus Mag getting the job done. Here’s why. They’re simple minded Sheildmadien’s who want a fight. Quite frankly, it is going to take more than what Gallus Mag brings to the table to silence us for good. Isn’t that the point? Isn’t that Luthor’s mission statement... to stop us?

Abigail chuckles.

Abigail Lindsey: Not happening. What did they tell the God of Death? Not today. Yeah. Game of Thrones reference. Sue me.

Abigail winks.

Abigail Lindsey: Anyway. Will me and Sela be stopped. Not today.

Abigail stops swinging the chain. She turns to Sela who smirks a bit.

Sela-Rica Lark: Do you hear the bells toll? That means, it’s playtime.

Sela starts cackling as she falls to the floor in her joy. Abigail blows a kiss to the camera before the scene fades out.

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We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to Gallus Mag as we find “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire standing in front of a Shieldmaidens backdrop. Both are dressed to compete with Psycho grasping her shillelagh “Blackie” while Bruiser is wearing her brass knuckles.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: T’night bae th’ night fer smashin’ an’ bashin’, yeah?

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, lass! Ya see Sela? Abigail? Ya’ll may have gotten the fuckin’ jump on us last week! And aye… we’re still pretty banged up from it! But we’re Gallus Mag! We’re fuckin’ Shieldmaidens! And ya’ll are gonna have to do a lot more than that to keep us down!

Psycho starts to snicker.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Play time bae jess baeginnin’, Lasses… an’ I bae knowin’ all about it!

Bruiser smirks.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye… ya’ll been wantin’ to play all this time… and now ya’ll are gettin’ ya chance! But ya’ll better make sure ya brin’ everythin’ ya got and then some! Coz we don’t play nice… and we sure as Hell don’t play fuckin’ fair either!

Psycho frowns playfully.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: But we bae equal opportunity smasher an’ bashers….

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: O’ course. If it was just fuckin’ one sided… it’d be pretty borin’! See lasses… tonight… there will be blood… there will violence… there will be all the fuckin’ carnage, pain, sufferin’ and punishment that ya’ll can dream of! Question is though… are ya’ll truly ready for how much o’ all that ya’ll can withstand at our hands?!

The frown turns upside down.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, now ye jess bae taesin’ me, Bex…

Bruiser chuckles as she puts her arm over her wife’s shoulders.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Well in that case, how about we move on from the fuckin’ foreplay and get to the action, aye?!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Oh, aye! Tha I bae all fer ‘appenin’!

Bruiser nods before putting her hood up over her head.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Hell is fuckin’ empty!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ th’ Maidens bae feckin’ haer!

Bruiser then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth and makes the M shape with her fingers and Psycho pats her wife on the shoulder before the two disappear off camera as we cut elsewhere.

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 14:52:26 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 14:52:26 GMT -8

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is…..THEEEEEEE FIGHT PIIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!!! Introducing first!!! Being accompanied to the ring by Aoife “Banshee” Maguire. From New Orleans, Louisiana, at a combined weight of 255lbs…”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire...Becca “Bruiser” Maguire. They are….GALLUS....MAG!!!!!!

"Apocalypse Now" by Cro-Mags blasts out of the PA system and both Becca "Bruiser" Maguire and "Psycho" Saoirse Maguire walk out onto the stage from opposite sides. Stopping in the center, Bruiser drops to one knee in front of Psycho and makes the M sign with her hands while Psycho places her hands on her hips and flashes a sinister smirk. Bruiser pops up and the two begin to march down the ramp with their gaze focused on the ring in front of them, Psycho's sister, their manager and fellow Shieldmaiden, Aoife "Banshee" Maguire, right behind them. Once the three reach the bottom of the ramp, Bruiser rolls under the bottom rope into the ring while Psycho walks up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes. Bruiser remains on her knees and scoots over to the center as Psycho walks over so she's behind her. Once again, Bruiser makes the M sign with her hands while Psycho puts her hands on her hips before Bruiser slowly rises to her feet, removing her hood and face mask to reveal a sinister smirk of her own as "Apocalypse Now" fades out.

Roger Arden: Their opponents...at a combined weight of 302 pounds!!! Sela Rica-Lark...and...Abigail Lindsay! They are...SALACIOUS...INTENT!!

The opening chords of Halestorm’s “I Like It Heavy” play on the speakers. The lights fade out until only the stage is lit. The roar of two motorcycle engines fills the arena.

“Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty

I see the good in the bad and the ugly

I need the volume one louder than ten

I put the pedal to the metal, needle into the red

If the windows ain't shaking making my heart race

If I can't feel it in my chest I'm in the wrong damn place!”

Sela and Abigail come rolling out on their bikes, one from each tunnel to the crowd’s reaction. When the tempo picks up rev their engines as the lights come back up alternating in light blues and reds.

“I got a demon in my soul and a voice in my head

It's saying go, go, go! I can sleep when I'm dead

There's a sonic revelation bringing me to my knees

And there's a man down below who needs my sympathy

I got a ringing in my ears getting ready to burst

Screaming ‘hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church’”

Sela and Abigail ride down the side slopes of the stage on either side of the steps, sadistic smiles on their faces as they look towards the ring. Salacious Intent rolls in a single file, Sela in the front, Abigail in the back, approaching towards the ring and starting to make a lap around the side. As the chorus kicks in, they rev their engines again, teasing an increase in speed..

I like it louder than the boom of a big bass drum

I need it harder than the sound of a guitar grunge

I love to crank it up, make it thump and evil to the core

Headbanging in the pit and throwing my horns

And just like old school Sabbath, Zeppelin and Lemmy

I need to drop it down low and make it heavy

I like it heavy, oh ohh

Sela and Abigail park their bikes, making sure their dismounts are enough to draw the attention of the crowd before climbing up onto the apron and entering the ring. Sela slaps her chest as Abigail poses on the apron, proving how flexible she is she lifts one leg off, then drops down in a full split. She slides under the bottom rope. The two find their corner and stare across the ring at Gallus Mag.

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

Psycho, Bruiser, Sela and Abigail look around at the cage surrounding the ring and all start nodding in unison as if this was what all of them had in mind from the start. All four come towards each other and start throwing punches, Sela at Bruiser, Abigail at Psycho. The crowd goes crazy as they watch the four women just slug away on each other. Bruiser takes over, quickly starting to win the fist fight with Sela. The two move over towards the ropes and Bruiser all but pie faces Sela over the top rope. Sela lands on the apron and Bruiser runs her over with a big lariat that sends Sela tumbling to the floor.

Nick Hanson: And down goes Sela, courtesy of Becca Maguire!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Don’t sound so enthusiastic!

Nick Hanson: What was that you said earlier in the night about justice being served?

Psycho and Abigail pound away on each other, trading punches, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail, Psycho, Abigail. Brioder runs over and clocks Abigail from behind and looks to set up the redhead for a double team maneuver of some sort. As Gallus Mag sets to lay hands on Abigail, Sela dives back into the ring with a kendo stick in hand. Sela cracks Bruiser across the back of the neck while Abigail low blows Psycho and then gives her a ddt. Bruiser stumbles and Sela cracks the tattooed biker from behind again. Bruiser falls to her knees and Sela breaks the stick across the back of Bruiser's head.

Nick Hanson: OHHH!!! VICIOUS SHOT WITH THAT KENDO STICK!!!

Jim Reynolds: HOW SWEET IT IS!!!!!

Sela takes the half of the stick still in her hand and jabs the pointed end into the area just above Bruiser’s left eye. Abigail covers Psycho whole Sela keeps digging into Bruiser’s had with the pointy stick end.

ONE!

TWO!

PSYCHO KICKS OUT!

Abigail mounts Psycho, grabbing the other end of the broken stick and trying to use it to choke the mohawked biker woman down. Psycho gets her hands up to stop Abigail from fully pushing down on her throat but not before Abigail releases a grip with ehr right hand and forearms Psycho in the face. With Psycho stunned momentarily, Abigail starts to choke her as originally intended with the second half of the stick.

Nick Hanson: Abigail Lindsey, trying to cut off the oxygen to Saoirse’s brain!!

Jim Reynolds: Doesn’t she already have enough air up in that skull of hers?!

Nick Hanson: Oh I hope she beats your ass.

Bruiser clubs Sela off of her with a big forearm smash. Sela falls to the side and Bruiser gets up, just enough to clothesline Sela down. Sela rolls out of the ring to the floor and Bruiser follows after her. Sela catches her in the gut with the stick’s jagged edge and then grabs her to try and run her face first into the cage wall. Bruiser reverses and runs Sela face first into the wall. Sela staggers back and Bruiser brings her back, bouncing her face off the steel a second time. Sela falls to one knee, bleeding slightly and Bruiser starts grating her across the steel. As the blood starts to flow, Abigail comes running over to the wall and hits Bruiser from behind. Bruiser crashes into Sela and then the wall. Both Bruiser and Sela collapse to the floor, both bleeding all over the place. Abigail starts to pound away with her fists on Bruiser when Psycho slides out to the floor and gives Abigail a jumping knee strike to the small of the back. Abigail goes face first into the steel and Psycho goes for a weapon. She pulls a steel chair down and spins, drilling Abigail between the eyes with it.

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: OHH MAN!!!! AND THAT SHOT RINGS OUT LIKE A SHOTGUN BLAST!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Her beautiful face!!!!!

Abigail goes down to the floor and Psycho shoves the chair into the ring. Bruiser staggers up and the two grab Abigail, tossing her into the ring. Psycho goes in after and Bruiser starts to follow. Sela grabs Bruiser’s ankle and pulls her down to the floor again. Sela whips Bruiser into the steel and goes for a forearm smash on the rebound. Bruiser is spun by the impact and swings for a clothesline. The two smash each other simultaneously and both go down to the concrete. Psycho jumps on Abigail and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

ABIGAIL KICKS OUT!

Abigail rolls Psycho over into a cradle.

ONE!

TWO!

PSYCHO KICKS OUT!

Psycho reverses the cradle.

ONE!

TWO!

ABIGAIL KICKS OUT!

Sela crawls to the ring and pulls herself to her feet. She throws herself into the ring, grabs the chair and cracks Psycho in the back with it. Psycho goes down hard and Sela hits her a second time in the back. Sela steps back and Abigail covers Psycho.

ONE!

TWO!

PSYCHO BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Nick Hanson: And Gallus Mag refuses to stay down!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Ain’t that just like a couple of dumb biker bitches?!

Nick Hanson: You do realize Salacious Intent rode out here on motorcycles, right?

Jim Reynolds: Are they in some shit ass biker gang though?

Nick Hanson: Pushing some wrong buttons there, Jimmy.

As Sela and Abigail set to smash Psycho some more, Bruiser staggers up, pulls a chain off the wall and wraps it around her fist. She dives into the ring. And punches at Sela. Sela gets the chair up like a shield and Bruiser punches it into Sela’s face. Selea goes down in a bloody heap. Bruiser turns and blasts Abigail in the face with her loaded hand. Abigail goes down and Psycho gets an arm over her.

ONE!

TWO!

ABIGAIL GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Bruiser staggers back, all four women looking like they’ve wandered out of a car crash. Bruiser motions at Sela to get up and punches her in the face again with the loaded fist. Sela goes down onto the mat. Abigail gets to her feet and Bruiser punches her in the face with the loaded fist. Abigail falls to one knee and Psycho gets up, nodding at her wife. Bruiser tosses aside the chain and they execute Taranis on Abigail. Bruiser covers her.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~ DING DING DING ~

Bruiser and Psycho get to their feet and raise their arms in triumph with Sela and Abigail on the mat.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners...GALLUS...MAG!!!

As “Apocalypse Now” plays over the sound system, Saoirse and Becca pause in their celebration to turn their sights back on Salacious Intent. Sela has crawled over to Abigail and attempts to revive her. Abigail doesn't respond at first. Sela wipes the blood from both of them and looks over at the two Shieldmaiden members. Both look like they have more than winning this match on their minds. Abigail stirs just in time to see the Shieldmaiden members moving towards them. Sela gets to her feet with a sadistic grin while Abigail struggles back up.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, now what the hell are they doing?! Match is over you bitches!!

Nick Hanson: Ohhhh I think these two got some karma coming to them!! We still might want security out he--wait what the?

Nick and Jim are cut off as the lights suddenly go completely out and the crowd reacts with surprise.

Nick Hanson: What in the world is going on?!

Jim Reynolds: I don’t like this, Nicky!

A moment later, the silence is suddenly broken by two sounds: the sudden roar of the audience which is preceded by the eerie call of cetaceans (whales) ringing throughout the PA system. The spine chilling noises are all too familiar as the crowd’s anticipation grows and….

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute…. Waaaaaait a minute!!!!

Jim Reynolds: No way!!!! It can’t be!!!!

A moment later, the lights return but rather than the normal lighting, it’s just a wide spotlight from above with a dull, aquamarine color and a watery ripple effect. Both members of Gallus Mag jump back as, standing in the center of the ring with both Salacious Intent members sitting on the mat, leaning up against her legs is….

Nick Hanson: IT’S MILISANDRE CROWTHORNE!!!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: WHERE THE HELL DID SHE COME FROM?!?!

Nick Hanson: WE HAVEN’T SEEN HER IN MONTHS!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: BUT I THOUGHT ASMODEUS….I THOUGHT….I THOUGHT MILISANDRE WAS….

Crowthorne stands in the center of the ring with her hair wet and slicked back, soaked from head to toe like she literally came out of water. Her ceremonial robe shows faint signs of singing and burns from the last time we saw her. Despite looking like she’s emerged from a watery Hell, Milisandre lifts her eyes to Gallus Mag and she smiles....before the lights suddenly go out again. They stay out for a moment before coming back to normal and...Salacious Intent are gone, along with Milisandre Crowthorne!

Jim Reynolds: What the hell?! Where’d they go?!

Nick Hanson: Well, we know Milisandre has her affiliation with Salacious Intent!! I’d say they should be thankful for the save!!

Jim Reynolds: This is turning out to be a weird fucking night, Nicky!!!

Nick Hanson: I’ll say!!

Gallus Mag look at each other, wearily, before exiting the ring and just heading back up towards the stage.

Winners: Gallus Mag
Result: Pinfall

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We cut somewhere but have no idea where. It's pitch black and after a few moments of silence, we hear a female voice humming the tune to “Pop Goes The Weasel”. All of a sudden, the sound of a lighter flickers and a flame appears and we see the face of Sylvia Lopez, her eyes wide and a big toothy grin on her face.

Sylvia Lopez (singing): All around the Gauntlet Tower! The Sylvia chased the Morgan! Now shiny come here and come to me because POP goes the Morgan!

The Bellevue Banshee tosses her head back and cackles maniacally before we cut elsewhere.

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The view crossfades to a darkened locker room, in which sits Katelin Descarrilado. Her hands rest on her stomach, folded, and her legs are crossed as she stares forward. Away from the camera. Dressed in her usual ghostly-grey garb, as the Benedictine Monks of Santo Domingo de Silos choir's rendition of "Da Pacem, Introit in Mode 1" plays in the background.

Katelin Descarrilado: Tonight, all of you witness a coronation. The two-bit manager playing wrestler claims the briefcase that's good for a shot at any singles championship in New Frontier Wrestling at any time during one of their events within a year of it being awarded to the original claimant. No matter the circumstance, no matter the champion. Effectively, it makes me next in line for any title I choose.

The Ice Queen blinks at this news as the view cuts from her right side to her left.

Katelin Descarrilado: Everyone would want to cash it in on Damon Cross or Yukiko Kusanagi for the World Heavyweight Championship, and I would be lying if I said the thought hasn't crossed my mind. Why would I not cash in on whoever wins between those two and go down in history as the fourth or fifth NFW World Heavyweight Champion? Why would I pass up an opportunity to become the new face of the company? Besides, either way I get to the promised land that my husband Tren wanted to reach for so long. As long as one of us reaches the goal I set, where is the issue?

Descarrilado slowly shakes her head no, as if someone was actually asking her these questions.

Katelin Descarrilado: You see, I am a special case given that upon his return, Tren is next in line for a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. If I were to be holding that title when the time comes, that would create a paradox. After all that I have done to ensure that position for Tren, why would I squander that for my own personal glory? Why would I break a promise that I made to my husband?

The Devil In The Details tilts her head a little to her right.

Katelin Descarrilado: Since the World Heavyweight Championship is off the table for me, that leaves me with the Silver Mountain and Genesis Championships on Collision, and the titles on Trauma as well. Though why would I lower myself to rule over the B-brand when without lifting a finger, I am already one of the top stars of the A-brand?

Descarrilado motions her right hand, continuing on from her previous statement.

Katelin Descarrilado: Given that, my decision lies between the winners of Morgan Payne and Sylvia Lopez, and (the Genesis Champion as of when this segment takes place) respectively. Though given my coronation's spot on the show tonight, cashing the briefcase in upon the latter is impossible. Plus, there are too many people surrounding all of them anyway. Why would I risk losing everything I have worked for?

Again, Katelin shakes her head no, slowly. Though there's an air of arrogance about this particular motion.

Katelin Descarrilado: No, no. Simply, all you folks will see tonight is that which has been coming since I joined the in-ring roster. For Steven Brody... for Luthor Callaway... for Cassandra Baumer... and for all the champions therein... tonight is the worst case scenario. Because I am your next Wildcard briefcase holder, and my coronation begins when the bell tolls and when I throw Baumer's head into the mat after she gives up her briefcase, and her relevance.

The Ice Queen inquisitively pops her lips a little, after a beat of silence save for the Gregorian chant.

Katelin Descarrilado: There are many of you who wish to see the opposite, however. You wish to see Cassandra defeat me, even after all of the things she has said about me and especially my husband. No person in their right mind would even contemplate saying the horrible things she has not only said, but has been all but encouraged to continue saying. Allow me to reassure those of you who have encouraged her: I look forward to seeing the disappointment cross your faces as I hold up the Wildcard briefcase. I wish to see the tears flow as Cassandra lay in defeat, for tonight may be a coronation for me... but it will be a wake for you. Because good happens to those who do good. For the rest?

Descarrilado motions for the camera to face her, and she finally looks the camera in the lens.

Katelin Descarrilado: The worst is about to come.

The chant ends and the last thing you see is Katelin's neutral look before the view fades back to the ring...

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 15:33:04 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 15:33:04 GMT -8

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Roger Arden: And it is for possession of the Wildcard Contract!!

The arena lights go down, and the only sound remaining is a gust of icy wind, followed by vocals.

"Trust us now

It's time to let me go
Give up on us
Follow what you want
Trust us now
It's time to let me go
Give up
Give our soul back"

As the acapella vocals fade out, "TEARS" by HEALTH kicks in, and on the stage appears Katelin Descarrilado. Donned in grey gear that covers everything, circular sunglasses, and a black medical mask, the crowd boos her appearance. The former Arnett pays them no mind.

Roger Arden: "...from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 115 pounds, she is the manager to Tren Descarrilado... The Devil In The Details... KATELIIIIN DESCARRILAAAAADOOO!"

The Ice Queen begins her slow walk to the ring upon the end of the announcer's call, her shaded eyes focused on nothing but the ring. Once she reaches the ringside steps, she slowly climbs through them while taking her glasses off. Once Descarrilado reaches a neutral corner, she removes her mask and pockets it before "TEARS" fades out on "Give our soul back..."

After a moment, Queens Of The Stone Age's "Smooth Sailing'' vocals make the crowd stand to their feet in anticipation. The shot slowly descends, revealing the sight of tens of thousands of playing cards falling from the rafters. The camera zooms out to reveal the curtain of clubs, diamonds, hearts, and spades are Cass Baumer’s backdrop, her back to the ramp at the top of the stage. In one hand, she clutches her Wild Card briefcase tightly, and in the other, she reaches her hand into the card cascade to grab what she reveals with a flourish is an ace. The boisterous audience pours down appreciation at the flashy display as she tosses the card aside. Now, Baumer struts down the aisle in her open white sleeveless moto jacket that shows off her small tribal shoulder tattoos, black graffiti card-themed tights, and white buckled boots with black trim.

Roger Arden: "Her opponent...weighing in at 141lbs, from Karori, Wellington, New Zealand. She possesses the Wildcard contract. She is...The Watchdog...The Headliner...CAAAAAAAASSSSS…..BAAAUUUUUMMMMMEEEERRRR!!!!!!!"

"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer's lips form a triumphant smirk, her head turned to the audience when she nears the apron. Then, she slides into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and mounts the ropes, raising her Wild Card briefcase with pride as she answers the crowd’s visceral reaction with a guttural shout of her own!

Before the match starts, Cass begrudgingly gives the Wild Card briefcase to this match’s referee - Heather Young - while Katelin smirks smugly. The NFW official raises it over her head in the middle of the ring for everyone to see, then calls for the bell!

~DING DING DING~

The match is underway, and the crowd is on their feet! In an instant, it’s a brawl once the two steps into the middle of the ring. First, Cass lands a punch. Then Katelin. Then Cass! The crowd reacts in time, booing and cheering for Katelin and Cass, respectively. After a few more, Baumer lands multiple blows only for Katelin to duck and clutch her opponent’s arm! Attempting to press her down for a Fujiwara armbar, Baumer fights back with desperate swings until she breaks free from the hold. The two separate and walk back to their corners, catching their breaths before they fight again.

Nick Hanson: Feeling each other out a bit, as expected.

Jim Reynolds: Watch out for Baumer, Katelin! She’s a slippery little snake!

Nick Hanson: Cass is slippery?! Have you been paying attention to the right person?!

Jim Reynolds: I said what I said, Nicky!

Now it's Cass’s turn to get the advantage! She runs at Descarrilado for the Miramira, spearing her into a lifting side slam, but it's reversed with a spectacular snap DDT! Both of them slowly recover, hurt from the maneuver, and the crowd applauds their effort! That doesn’t last long, though. Once the two are on their knees, the slow punches start again. Katelin! Cass! Katelin! Cass! Descarrilado flops back, and Cass responds by hammering her with sloppy left and right overhead fists to keep her there! With Katelin in position, Baumer runs at the ropes behind her and bounces back with a picture-perfect Bleeding Edge instep drive penalty kick!

Nick Hanson: BLEEDING EDGE!! SHE NAILED IT!!

Jim Reynolds: I TOLD YOU SHE WAS SLIPPERY!!

Nick Hanson: Oh you hush your mouth!

Jim Reynolds: And you shut your mouth when you’re talking to me!

Blood starts to pour from a wound on Descarrilado’s forehead, the red dripping down the bridge of her nose. Cass shouts and pulls at her blonde hair, pacing the mat before she decides to run at the ropes again to hit a second Bleeding Edge! The top of her boot collides with Katelin’s skull, the sound of the smack loud for everyone to hear. She’s busted open! Cass hooks the leg.

ONE…

TWO…

TH - KICK OUT!

As soon as the kick out’s announced, Cass rises to her feet, runs at the ropes, and tries to hit a third Bleeding Edge only to get caught in a cloverleaf submission! Descarrilado arches back, her light brown hair dyed with blood to make her a redhead. More gore serves as warpaint as she applies the pressure. Cass scratches and crawls to the ropes, agonizingly groaning in pain as she tries to get the rope break! The crowd stomps and claps, cheering her on to urge her forward. Just when she’s fingertips away, Kate walks back to the middle of the ring. The crowd boos wildly!

Crowd: Katelin sucks! Katelin sucks! Katelin sucks!

Jim Reynolds: Listen to these morons, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Listen to yourself, Jim!

The Colorado-native seems unbothered by their voiced frustrations, instead smoothly transitioning into a Fujiwara armbar as she did at the beginning of the bout. She’s targetting that left arm, twisting the wrist to the symphony of screams. The referee tries to check with Cass, wanting to see if she’d given up! The veteran shakes her head but can’t seem to break free. The referee asks a second time, but he doesn’t receive an answer. Cass tries to use leverage to push herself onto Katelin, and at one point, Descarrilado’s shoulders touch the mat.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE - KICK OUT!

The surprise pin catches The Devil In The Details for surprise, and Cass follows this up with a big boot to Katelin, but she doesn’t go down, so The Watchdog stiffs her right in the face with another big boot. Still, Descarrilado refuses to go down, so Cass runs for the ropes. As she does, Katelin explodes upwards and runs for a clothesline. Cass ducks underneath the arm, hits the ropes again, Katelin whirls around, and Cass levels her with a running STO. As soon as they hit the mat, Cass twists around and administers a front facelock! Katelin struggles frantically in the hold, managing to get to her feet and lock her arms around Cass’s waist. She’s only got one way she can think of to get out of the predicament she’s in, and she shoots for it with a Northern Lights suplex. Katelin slams Cass back and bridges for a pin.

ONE…

TWO…

NO! KICKOUT!

Cass gets the shoulder up and frees herself from Katelin’s arms. Baumer makes it up to her feet while Katelin turns over and gets up onto all fours, but as The Headliner grabs The Ice Queen to pull her up, Katelin reaches above her and scratches Cass’s eyes with her nails!! Referee Heather Young warns Katelin about such tactics, but she ignores the official and grabs Cass behind the head while the Watchdog is rubbing at her eyes. Katelin runs with Cass’ head under her arm and hits a running bulldog, quickly transitioning into...wait...Crossface? With a cobra clutch? RAIL TIE!!! Katelin’s got her RAIL TIE submission applied! Cass grits her teeth and tries to bear the pain. The ropes aren’t in range, but she couldn’t reach for them if they were! Her arms are both trapped! She starts trying to turn her body around to use her feet and reach the ropes, but Katelin wrenches back on the Rail Tie hold even harder. Cass tries to pull her arm away, but Katelin wrenches back harder until Cass finally throws her weight back and rolls over onto her back. This, however, pulls Katelin on top of her, and Descarrilado happily presses down for the pin!

ONE…

TWO…

TH--NO!

Cass gets her foot just barely on the bottom rope, and Heather Young catches herself just before slapping the mat for that third time! Katelin sits up on her knees, staring wide-eyed and coldly at the referee. Heather Young stands her ground and explains that Cass’s foot was on the ropes, but Katelin slowly inches her way towards her. Referee Young bravely stays firm and warns Katelin about getting too close or laying a hand on her. Behind Katelin, Cass punches the mat and slaps her arms to try and get some feeling back into them. She looks up with a new fire in her eyes and starts to will herself to her feet. The crowd is giving a slow, rhythmic clap to show Baumer they’re on her side! Cass makes it to her feet, keeping herself low as she waits for the opportunity. Once she sees it, she starts to go for it, but Katelin feels it behind her! Katelin catches Cass with a back elbow and pulls her in for a DDT, but Cass just barely slips free!

Nick Hanson: DDT--NO!! Cass gives Katelin the slip!!

Jim Reynolds: OH NO!!!

Katelin steps in for a forearm smash. Cass slips behind her and catches her other arm, delivering a ripcord forearm smash, which knocks Katelin for a loop. As Katelin stumbles back, Cass holds onto her arm, steps in, and hits the flip!!! FACT CHECK!!!!!! FACT CHECK FROM BAUMER!!!!!! Katelin’s head bounces off the mat, and she lays there flat on her back while Cass lays right near her, still nursing her arms from the Rail Tie and trying to blink some sense back into herself. It almost seems like the finisher she just hit was on pure instinct. She isn’t even aware she hit it until she lifts her head and sees a bloody Katelin sprawled on her back and hears the crowd yelling, screaming, jumping on their feet for her to make the cover. Cass drags herself over, crawling on top of Katelin. Heather Young drops down!

ONE…

TWO…

THREEEEE...NO!!!!!!

Katelin’s arm SHOOTS UP off of the mat, and Cass rolls off of her, onto her back, covering her face with her hands in anguish. Katelin drops her arm and blinks up at the ceiling lights, unsure how the hell she even kicked out, it seems!

Nick Hanson: And Katelin Descarrilado is somehow still alive in this match!!

Jim Reynolds: You can’t kill the Ice Queen, Nicky!!!

A kneeling Baumer takes a deep breath and lays into Katelin with desperate strikes, attempting to knock out Katelin for long enough that she could climb the top rope. The audience watches as she crosses her heart with her index finger, waits for her opponent to start to rise, and then jumps! Mid-air Bleeding Edge! It’s the fourth of the night! But— Oh! The referee’s been knocked down in the crossfire! And Katelin catches Cass and pulls her opponent into another Rail Tie! The crossface cobra clutch leaves Cass gasping for breath, reaching out for anything that might help her only to collapse onto her stomach. Cass fights to stay conscious, slowly standing up to an upright position. Katelin steps back, running her fingers through her hair in frustration until she looks around and spots something over in Cass’ corner.

Nick Hanson: Wait, a minute. What the hell is she doing?

Jim Reynolds: Probably looking for a new referee! Heather’s down!

Nick Hanson: No, she isn’t! Hey wait a damn minute!!

Jim Reynolds: She wants to admire the prize of this match! Cut her a break!!

Nick Hanson: Admire the prize, my foot!! Hey!!!! HEY!!!!

Katelin runs over, picking up the Wildcard Briefcase with an ice cold look in her eyes. She looks at it, then turns to look at Cass again as the Headliner starts finally standing straight up. Fans are yelling for Cass to look out as Katelin comes running but before she can turn around WHAM!!!! The Devil In The Details strikes Cass up against the back of the head and down she goes again!! Katelin tosses the case, causing it to slide across the mat and out of the ring as she drops down and rolls Cass over onto her back, screaming at the referee to wake up. Heather Young is already coming around and looks over to see Katelin making the cover. She crawls over slowly and starts the count.

ONE…

Nick Hanson: NO!!

TWO…

Nick Hanson: C’MON, NO!!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!

THREE!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: YOU GOTTA BE GODDAMNED KIDDING ME!!!!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall and now in possession of the Wildcard Contract...KATELIN...DESCARRILADOOOOOOO!!!!

Katelin makes quick on her exit, as she slides out of the ring and snatches the case up. The Ice Queen holds it high above her head and makes a break for the stage, clutching the briefcase against her as she disappears through the tunnel. With the help of referee Heather Young, Cass Baumer starts coming around and sits up, holding the back of her head. She looks around for Katelin until the referee explains that the match is over and Cass’ spirit can almost be seen visibly sinking. She falls back to the mat, covering her eyes in frustration before rolling out of the ring and resting her hands on the hips as she slowly makes her way up towards the stage.

Nick Hanson: GOOODDAMN IT!!!!

Jim Reynolds: JUSTICE IS SERVED AND KARMA’S A BITCH!!

Nick Hanson: You call that karma?! That’s flat out robbery!!

Jim Reynolds: Cass Baumer is responsible for endangering the career and well being of Katelin Descarrilado’s husband!! She gets what she deserves!!

Nick Hanson: You’re sick, you know that? You’re really sick!

Jim Reynolds: And you have no sense of justice!

Winner: Katelin Descarrilado
Result: Pinfall

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We open up in the Kingdom locker room. There we see Lilith Meadows standing up behind a seated Christina Olson. Lilith has her hands on the shoulders of her best friend and tag team partner as the redhead finishes taping up her wrists and hands. She finally stands up and stands beside Lilith and nods her head as she grabs the NFW Tag Team Titles and hands one over to the blonde.

Christina Olson: Y’all see these? This gold that we hold, it signifies that we are the best damn tag team on this planet. This proves that we are the baddest tag team on this planet. It doesn’t matter who management puts against us, time and time again, we set them all down. Tonight, it’s going to be no different.

As Christina is speaking, the expression on Lilith’s face changes from one of focus to a familiar look of cynicism. She grins as looks at Christina who notices the look and immediately, worry comes over her face.

Lilith Meadows: Tonight another team falls to us. Tonight another team perishes before our might. The darkness continues to consume and feed. The darkness will take another two victims as we fly high and send more to the underworld. There is nobody that can stop us, nobody to contain us. It’s just a matter of us rising again.

Christina shakes Lilith who immediately snaps out of whatever was happening to her as she looks at Christina, an apologetic look on her face before she just sits down behind her partner.

Christina Olson: Silver Age, you two are great on your own. I will never deny that fact, but as a team, you guys just haven’t proven to be on our level yet and tonight, you’ll get your little brush with greatness, but you’ll eventually fall like the rest and we’ll send you off to Valhalla with the other downed warriors who have tried to take us down. Now get the fuck out of here. There’s nothing left for us to say.

The cameraman immediately backs out of the locker room as Christina puts a hand on Lilith’s shoulder and whispers something to her as the scene fades out.

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At the Collision Center in Chicago, the camera fades in on Ian Dream in a blue shirt with a silver lightning bolt and jeans with hair that has been dyed the color silver standing next to a catering table. Ian has two blue duffle bags over his right shoulder. Sierra Silver stands next to Ian with a mint green pullover sweatshirt and mint green tights. Ian Dream pulls out a megaphone from his blue duffle bag aimed at a typical NFW microphone for maximum volume.

Ian Dream: DO I HAVE EVERYONE’S ATTENTION NOW?!

Sierra Silver recoils from the sound a bit. Ian puts the megaphone back in the blue duffle bag.

Sierra Silver Still we! Do we have everyone’s attention now??

Ian Dream: Can you hear us now? It’s been a wild ride. I’ve always wanted to make all of you proud, and I hoped that you would get the chance to see me live and in person as NFW Tag Team Champion.

Sierra Silver Can you believe we’ve already gotten as far as we have?? I mean, it feels like just yesterday we were doing the evils in our first match here in NFDub! Now? Now we’re in a tag team title match! That’s the power of pure evil! You don’t even see us rising to power until we’re already in power! Remember Palpatine?? That’s us! Execute Order 66! Except… No killing. Only winning tag team titles… Yeah!

Ian unzips one of the blue duffle bags. Ian pulls out whoopie cushions and containers of raisin cookies from the bag. Ian takes containers of chocolate chip cookies from the catering table and puts them in his blue duffle bag, replacing them with containers of raisin cookies. Ian zips up his blue duffle bag. Sierra turns around to see what Ian is doing but he holds his hands up innocently. Sierra turns back to the camera.

Sierra Silver Anywhale! How can you bet against the two fastest rising stars NFDub has ever SEENT?? We haven’t lost! We’re undefeated in tag team AND singles matches! The two of us are heckin UNSTOPPABLE! …Unless you’re a cat. Then you’ll stop me pretty easily…

Ian picks up the whoopie cushions and a WHOOSH sound is heard, whoopie cushions now appear on every chair in catering. Sierra turns around quicker this time. Ian shrugs. Sierra turns back to the camera again.

Sierra Silver So, we’re undefeated in NFDub action, we’ve knocked off the tag champs in separate singles matches, AND we’re heckin cute! The math agrees, we’re gonna win! And we’re gonna take our 33 and a third chance to win and combine it with your 66 and two thirds chance and-

Ian puts a hand on Sierra’s shoulder to stop her.

Sierra Silver ...Sorry.

Ian Dream: You get the payoff of the hard work you just put in, as well as motivation to work even harder to follow it up.

Ian unzips his second blue duffle bag and puts ten chocolate cakes from the catering table into his bag. Ian zips up his bag.

Sierra Silver So remember! Ian and Si are evil masterminds! Ian and Si are future tag team champions! And Ian and Si is yes!!!

Sierra and Ian walk toward the entrance ramp for their NFW Tag Team Championship match.

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 15:57:25 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 15:57:25 GMT -8

Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Roger Arden: And it is for the NFW Tag Team Championships!!! Introducing first, the challengers!! At a combined weight of 264 pounds, “The Resurrected Two” Ian Dream...AND…”The Supervillain In Training”...Super Evil...Sierra…”HECK’N”...Silver!!!

"Partners In Crime" by Set It Off blares over the PA system as Ian Dream and Sierra Silver come down the entrance ramp, Ian lip syncing the male vocals while Sierra lip syncs the female vocals, the two enter the ring.

As "Ride of The Valkyries” by Brothers of Metal begins to play, the arena goes dark except for a few spotlights on the stage as “snow” begins to fall on the staging area. Out walk Christina Olson and Lilith Meadows, stepping into the spotlights. They both have on Viking Warrior style outfits as they look at each other and they smash their forearms together. The redhead takes the lead down the ramp as Lilith, with her half masquerade mask on, follows behind, a sadistic, yet focused look on her face as they head straight towards the ring.

Roger Arden: And their opponents, they are the current, reigning, defending NFW Tag Team Champions, at a total combined weight of 255 pounds, representing the Kingdom, the team of Christina Olson and Lilith Meadows, Last of the Valkyries!!!

The two of them step into the ring and get into the middle as Christina drops to her knees and Lilith stands behind her, hands clasped on her shoulders. The two of them let out a battle scream before Christina gets up to her feet and begins to get the crowd to join them in a “Skol” chant before removing their garb and getting ready for the match.

~DING DING DING~

Both teams are in their corners, talking over the last minute strategy as the bell sounds. Lilith starts for her team as Ian starts for his. The two circle the ring before locking up and Ian goes behind on Lilith and into a waistlock. Lilith though is able to reverse into a waistlock of her own. Ian goes into the ropes and tries to knock Lilith off, but she holds on and brings him down for a quick rollup attempt.

1…

Kickout!

Lilith transitions into a side headlock now as she wrenches on the head and neck of Ian who slowly makes his way up to his feet. He delivers a few well aimed shots to the midsection of Lilith, forcing her to break the hold. Ian hits the ropes and delivers a shoulder block to Lilith who hits the mat as Ian hits the ropes again and Lilith goes for the trip, but Ian leaps over. Lilith hops to her feet as Ian hits the ropes again and she goes for a crossbody, but Ian is able to catch her. He stumbles for a moment, but he then delivers a slam to Lilith. Ian picks Lilith back up to her feet and he sends her into the ropes. Lilith rebounds off the ropes and Ian goes for a football tackle, but Lilith is able to deliver a kick to the shoulder. She then hits the ropes again and goes low on Ian, delivering a shoulder right to his knee, causing it to buckle out from under him. Lilith grabs the leg and drags him close to her corner before putting him in a kneebar and reaching up to Christina who makes the tag.

James Reynolds: Now it’s time for the Valkyries to show everyone what being a tag team is all about.

Nick Hanson: I’ll give them credit as being great together, but this match isn’t over yet.

Christina climbs to the top rope as Lilith holds onto the leg of Ian. Christina leaps into the air as Lilith releases the hold and Christina delivers a double stomp right to the injured knee and leg of Ian who clutches at his knee in pain. Christina laughs as she struts around the ring and crowd lets her know how they really feel with a chorus of boos. Christina soaks it all in as she walks over to Ian and picks him back up. She tags Lilith back into the match as she drapes Ian’s leg across the middle rope. Lilith grabs it and she delivers a dragon screw leg whip on him between the ropes as Ian continues to writhe in pain. Lilith comes into the ring as she grabs Ian by the leg and she locks in a figure four on him. Lilith locks in the submission hold as Ian screams in pain, but refuses to give up. Sierra is on the apron, trying to get the crowd behind her partner and begging for a tag. Lilith continues to wrench back on the hold as Christina says something to Sierra from the apron. Sierra tries to get into the ring, but as she does, the referee stops her and while they’re distracted, Christina comes in and starts to stomp away at Ian as Lilith rolls out of the ring and Christina slaps her own hand.

Nick Hanson: Sierra needs to get out. This isn’t helping her partner.

James Reynolds: This right here is why The Valkyries are the best in the division, Nicky.

Christina climbs to the top rope and she leaps, looking to deliver a frog splash, but Ian manages to get his knees up, driving them right into the midsection of Christina before grabbing her and rolling her up for a pin attempt.

1…

2…

Kickout!

As Christina breaks free, Ian reaches towards his corner, but Christina grabs him by the leg to keep him in place. She tries to drag him towards her corner, but Ian delivers a mule kick to Christina and rolls through and leaps as he makes the leap and tags in Sierra! The crowd goes wild as Sierra climbs to the top rope and launches herself with a crossbody that takes Christina down. She runs over and delivers a leaping forearm to Lilith that drops her to the floor. Sierra then turns her attention back to Christina and delivers a buzzsaw kick that drops Christina like a sack of potatoes. Before Sierra can go for a cover though, Lilith reaches in and grabs Christina and pulls her out of the ring. Lilith pulls Christina close as the redhead holds her head. The two of them try to gather themselves, but as they are, Sierra is on the top rope and she comes flying down with a moonsault that takes Lilith out as she pushes Christina out of the way.

Sierra gets to her feet and just as it looks like Christina is about to strike, Ian comes through the ropes and takes Christina down with a suicide dive! The crowd is going nuts and are firmly behind Silver Age at this point. Sierra checks on Daniel for a moment before grabbing Christina and rolling her back into the ring. Sierra sends Christina into her corner and delivers a Helluva Kick as Ian reaches up and tags himself into the match. Ian comes back in, hobbling a little bit on his bad knee as he and Sierra deliver an assisted standing moonsault onto Christina and Sierra rolls out of the ring.

Nick Hanson: Silver Age are looking great at this point in the match. Maybe it’s their time!

James Reynolds: They’re just getting lucky right now. It’s only a matter of time before they end up falling.

Ian grabs Christina and pulls her up to her feet. He sends her into the corner and he charges in and delivers a splash in the corner. Christina stumbles out as Ian grabs Christina and manages to lift her up, his bad leg slightly off the ground as he delivers Kryptonite Krunch and goes for a cover.

1…

2…

3--Kickout!

Christina gets a shoulder up at the last minute as Ian looks at Sierra and he makes the tag. He picks Christina up onto his shoulders and delivers a rolling fireman’s carry as Sierra delivers the 450 splash, but as Ian climbs to the top rope, Lilith comes charging down the apron and shoves Ian off the top rope, causing him to slam into the barricade on the floor. Lilith walks hops down off the ring apron and grabs Ian by the leg and drags him towards the ring steps. The demeanor of Lilth seems to have changed in this moment. She’s normally focused and serious, but this look, it’s one of evil intent. She looks at Sierra and places Ian’s leg in between the ring steps and the ring post. Sierra is pleading for Lilith not to do it, begging her. As this is going on, Christina is back up and she grabs Sierra by the tights and rolls her up.

1…

2…

Kickout!

On the floor, Ian manages to escape the clutches of Lilith, but as he gets free from a possible career threatening position, Lilith brings him to his feet and drags him onto the ring steps before delivering The Dreaming. Sierra trips Christina up and puts her in the ropes as she delivers Si-1-9! Sierra then climbs to the top rope, and looks to deliver Silver Sun Rising, but Lilith holds onto her foot, allowing Christina to get up to the top rope and deliver a Spanish Fly!

Lilith slides into the ring and grabs Christina, dragging her to her corner and reaching down, tagging herself into the match. Lilith comes in and picks Sierra up and delivers Dragon’s Ire! Lilith though doesn’t go for the pin. Instead, she grabs Sierra and locks in Dark Ending. Once the move is locked in, it doesn’t take long for Sierra to have no choice but to tap out.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, and STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL NFW Tag Team Champions, The Last of the Valkyries!

Nick Hanson: Silver Age put up one hell of a fight against the champions tonight, but it just wasn’t their night.

James Reynolds: Behold the Kingdom, Nicky! They’re the greatest Tag Team Champions in NFW history and they proved it again tonight.

Winners: Last of the Valkyries

Result: Submission

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The cameras go backstage to find General Manager Luthor Callaway walking through the halls of the Collision Center until he stops at the door marked for Damon Cross. He pauses for a moment, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before he knocks his knuckles against the door. It’s not Damon Cross who answers the door, however. It’s not even Danni Anderson. Instead, as the door flies open, Luthor’s met with a certain little nine-year-old in baggy jeans, a red hoodie, and a trademark “happy” theater mask that everyone’s familiar with. He also finds himself on the wrong end of a large NERF Launcher.

Leina Rael-Anderson (●*∩_∩*●) WHASSUP MOTHERF--Oh!! Hai, Lu!

Leina quickly lowers the NERF gun, drops her hood, and lifts the mask up onto her head. She smiles adorably up at the General Manager before throwing her arms around him in a hug. Luthor smirks, hugging her back.

Luthor Callaway: Hey, kiddo. You doing alright? Where’s your mom at?

Leina Rael-Anderson (◠ω◠♥) Oh! One sec!

She says, cutely before turning back and hilariously changing her pitch and tone to the spunky little kid everyone’s come to love.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◠︿◠♥) YO, MA! IT’S LU!!

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) One moment please!

Luthor stands back, giving room for Danni to step out when she arrives. He motions for her out in the hallway rather than going inside. Curious, Danni follows the motion and bounces up and down to keep her energy up. She’s sporting a pair of black activewear pants, matching black Converse, and a rainbow-striped referee’s shirt.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) Good evening, Mr. Callaway! You wanted to see me?

Luthor nods, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. Seeing the bright smile and excitement on Danni’s face is clearly making whatever’s on his mind more difficult than it already is.

Luthor Callaway: Listen, Danni, I’ve been thinking about all of this. I know you’ve sworn to see this thing through, no matter what, and I know of all people, you’d call it down the middle. That being said, the more I think about it...I don’t like the danger it poses having you in the middle of this fight. I’m not gonna stop you from being at ringside...but I’m pulling you from the referee position for the Main Event tonight.

This sudden change of heart surprises the Sweetheart Esper who stops bouncing. Her eyes widen and her soft pink lips are parted to express her shock.

Danni Anderson (⊙‿⊙✿) Wait, whaaat? But I sewed myself a cute ref’s shirt and everything…

She motions to said cute referee’s shirt in all its colorful glory. Luthor sighs, obviously full of remorse as he looks at her shirt. He can’t help but smile and nod.

Luthor Callaway: It is cute. I can give you that. Just...look, kiddo. I know I ain’t the best boss anyone here’s probably worked for in the past. I’m still responsible, though. For the roster’s safety and anyone associated with them. Sticking you in that ring, anywhere in the path of Kusanagi, puts you in unnecessary danger, and if I’m being honest? I wouldn’t be able to live with myself, knowing I could have prevented it. I wouldn’t be able to look you, Damon, or anyone else in the eye. Especially her.

He nods down at little Leina, who’s standing in the doorway, before looking back up at Danni; his face holds a somber expression.

Luthor Callaway: Y’all trust me to do the right thing as General Manager, right? So, please trust me on this. As far as who will be officiating the match, don’t y’all worry. I’ll get that figured out here in a bit.

The ladies look at one another, taking a moment to process Luthor’s words. The upcoming fourth-grader is the one who speaks up first.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◡‿◡♥) I trust you, Lu!

A sweet smile crosses her mother’s face. She looks back up to the Collision General Manager and politely bows her head.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) Me too. I’m still going to be by my husband’s side, but at least this way…

Leina Rael-Anderson (≧◡≦♥) I’ll go too!

Danni Anderson (⊙‿⊙✿) W-wait a minute, that’s not a good idea!

There’s a little back-and-forth between the mother-daughter duo. Even a loud “OBJECTION!” is thrown into the argument. Hilariously, much to the fans’ amusement, Luthor Callaway stands back, watching the two with a growing look of “dear god, I’m gonna have a migraine” forming on his face.

Luthor Callaway: Whoa, whoa, whoa! WHOA!!! LADIES!!!

Luthor raises his voice, waving his hands in front of him. The debate abruptly stops as Danni and Leina both look at the General Manager as if they’ve seen a ghost. Luthor exhales, lowers his hands, and smiles.

Luthor Callaway: Danni-girl, let’s face it. This one?

He points down to Leina who looks behind her on both sides before looking back up at Luthor and pointing to herself.

Luthor Callaway: Kid sets her mind to something, changing that is gonna be like pulling teeth. But, I think I got an idea to make everyone happy and, most of all, keep both y’all outta trouble.

Pause. He looks at the mother and daughter duo, shifting back and forth between them.

Luthor Callaway: Y’all trust me, right?

Truthfully, he has a point. Leina is stubborn beyond belief and trying to argue with her once she’s made up her mind is near impossible. Danielle looks down at her daughter and offers the cutest pout before she regards Luthor with a smile.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) Right!

Leina Rael-Anderson (◡‿◡♥) Of course!

As if she’s innocent all of a sudden! Leina’s grinning from ear to ear and she begins to rest her NERF launcher against her shoulder when she spots the camera. Instinctively, she takes aim and shoots a foam dart that sticks onto the camera’s lens!

Leina Rael-Anderson (♥ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Yo, do you mind?!

The cameraman shakes a little before he’s run off by an array of NERF darts pelting him!

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 16:51:01 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 16:51:01 GMT -8

The cameras switch from the Collision Center to the exterior of the abandoned building designated for the match. The structure has clearly seen better days but today, what looks like it was once a lavish hotel resort is left in a desolate state of disrepair. Cracked brick walls, broken windows, paint peeling off the interior walls. The emergency medical team are standing by as they await the arrival of the competitors.

Similar to a soundtrack on a movie, the building bass intro to One Eyed Doll’s “Committed” starts to grow louder and louder until the camera angle jumps from outside the building to the dark inside of a pickup truck tearing down the dirt road. The driver - a man from what we can tell, due to the hand on the steering wheel - taps his fingers in rhythm to the music as if he can hear it himself. Almost like it’s coming from his radio. The pickup truck, complete with a camper cover attached over the bed speeds down the road towards the site. The camera jumps to the inside of the bed of the truck. A long haired figure sits hunched in the corner, pulling at their hair and beating their fists against their head. The pickup truck pulls up in front of the building but not too close to the EMTs and their ambulance. The driver side door opens and out steps...Ronnie Lester!! He adjusts his hat and takes a gander up at the building and lets out a little whistle of amazement. Finally, he turns and walks towards the back of his truck and slaps the side of the bed a couple of times. Once he reaches the back end, he lifts the window to the camper and lowers the gate to the bed. From the blackness inside, Sylvia Lopez comes jumping out, landing in a half crouch with her telltale, demented little smile. She pulls off her vest and thrashes it against the ground before turning and whipping the damn thing back into the bed. She looks up at Ronnie, grinning madly from ear to ear, almost as if awaiting the go-ahead. Ronnie just motions towards the building as if to tell Sylvia “all yours.” She goes running for the side of the building they’re on, her Banshee shriek echoing into the night. As Sylvia approaches her side of the building, reaching for the door, she stops and her head perks. She trembles with a twisted sense of delight as the sound of a motorcycle engine grows louder and closer in the night air. The Bellevue Banshee claps and rubs her hands together, unable to help but bounce on the balls of her feet.

The sound of Iron Maiden’s “The Final Frontier” kicks in over the soundtrack as the shot switches to the side of the familiar, customized Iron Maiden Harley Davidson. Mounted on the seat is Morgan Payne in her black BDU pants, Doc Marten boots and tank top with a leather jacket and her Iron Maiden helmet. Morgan’s bike rides up to the outside of the site where she flips down the kickstand and dismount. The Silver Mountain Champion peers up at the building in front of her as she unzips her jacket. The camera focuses on her waist as the jacket opens, revealing the championship around her waist. Morgan sets her helmet on her handlebars and hangs her jacket over her seat. She reaches back and removes the belt from her waist, folding it and passes it off to a secondary official. Without another moment wasted, she walks up to the other entrance and shoves the door open, storming inside. Back on the side Sylvia’s on, she lets out a shrieking cackle and bursts into the building.

//ENTER THE GAUNTLET TOWER//

The screen splits down the middle. On the left side, Sylvia walks into the back of the building inside a storage area. On the right side, Morgan steps into what used to be the front lobby. Sylvia’s screen widens and takes up the full frame as she’s greeted by a handful of individuals in the first wave, scattered around the storage room. Leaning against industrial shelves, sitting up on crates or literally just standing there as if they’ve been expecting her. Sylvia’s eyes dart around like a cornered cat but her lips peel back from her teeth in a maniacal, cheshire like grin and a low chuckle escapes from her throat.

The shot switches to Morgan, inside the lobby. Alone but not for long as a sound gets her attention and her head turns to the right where a pair of individuals come stepping out of a doorway. Morgan’s head twists around slowly as another pair comes walking out of another doorway. From up ahead, more round the corner from a hallway and Morgan finds herself nearly surrounded on three sides, albeit given a wide berth. The corner of her mouth lifts into a smirk and a close up on one hand shows it curling into a fist. The scene shifts back and forth between short intervals.

♫MUSIC♫

The music picks up as Sylvia lets out a shriek that bounces off the walls of the room she’s in. The wave of enemies awaiting her look like they’re about to start advancing when the shriek stops them in their tracks. They exchange looks between one another as if questioning the sanity of this woman. Still shrieking, Sylvia dashes forward, running out of frame, towards her targets.

The enemies in the lobby, meanwhile, come charging and screaming right at Morgan, full sprint. Morgan sets her feet, waiting to see how she should react first and there it is: one of them literally comes leaping right at her. Morgan pivots on one foot, catching them in the chest with a spinning roundhouse knee. That one hits the floor like a sack of bricks and the others are on Morgan like a pack of wolves. However, Morgan herself is a predator in her own right and she catches incoming blows from multiple angles, blocking with her elbows and her shins. She twists out of the way and causes one enemy to take a kick to the chest from another. As they stumble back, Morgan drives another roundhouse up into his chest then throws that same leg back, catching the initial kicker in the face. She blocks an incoming haymaker with an elbow then twists in to smash the attacker in the side of the face. She kicks another back and throws up her guard against another wave of attacks.

Switch to the back room. Sylvia’s running full speed and she dives into the closest enemy with a Lou Thesz Press, taking them to the floor and starts raining full on punches across his face. Crunching, cracking, even the squelching of flesh is heard as she just keeps raining blows down, until another attacker grabs her by the shoulders to pull her off. Sylvia grabs his wrists and twists out of his grip, spinning around where she boxes him on the ears. She kicks him in the knee and feeds him one of her own as he goes down. She’s grabbed from behind in a rear naked choke hold as an enemy comes in and starts going to town with body shots to the ribs. Sylvia grits her teeth and catches him between the legs with a straight kick to the crotch. Far from pretty but super effective. He doubles over and she feeds him her boot right in the mouth. Sylvia twists around in the rear naked choke hold and starts firing away with body shots of her own. Rapid punches right into the big man’s ribs. He lets up on his grip when we start to hear bones cracking and once Sylvia’s free, she drives her head right into his sternum and pops up, dropkicking him over a stack of pallets, scattering them to the floor. Sylvia sits up out of her dropkick, grabs one of the fallen pallets and yeets it at another pair of thugs, taking out their feet from under them. Sylvia charges in and hits a combat roll across one’s back, making sure to elbow him in the back of the head. She catches the other guy in the face with a kick before rolling up to her feet. More enemies are coming at her but Sylvia just grabs one of the industrial shelves and, with a strained yell, she tips it over, burying the attackers under an assortment of boxes and the metal shelf itself. She runs her hands back through her hair, grinning like a maniac from ear to ear. Sylvia begins to laugh, beckoning what’s left of the wave to come at her.

The lobby again. Multiple bodies lay strewn on the floor. Morgan’s standing her ground, using her forearms and shins to guard, still. A combination of Muay Thai strikes and Muay Boran movements are what seem to be keeping her from getting absolutely overwhelmed here. Morgan takes one of the remaining enemies in the chest with a series of alternating inward elbows, a rising knee and a spinning thrust kick. He staggers back and slumps to a knee where she runs in and catches him with her Khao Loi signature - a Muay Thai flying knee right to the face. Behind her, she’s grabbed around the arms but she shrugs out of it violently and turns around, beginning to throw a series of strikes, backing the thug up towards what used to be the lobby’s front counter. This guy knows his situational awareness, though, and he hops up onto the counter behind him and starts firing off kicks for her head. Morgan absorbs them with her forearms before backing up and goes for a spin kick. The thug does a sideways cartwheel flip to prevent having his legs kicked out from under him. He goes for another kick on Morgan but she grabs his foot and just yanks him off the counter. His back hits the edge and he lands painfully on the floor The camera switches to what appears to be his perspective as Morgan sneers down, brings up her foot and stomps onto the lens.

Back to Sylvia, the Bellevue Banshee has an empty 5 gallon water jug she’s using to catch strikes while also using it as a weapon, bludgeoning the remaining two in her room with. She wings the damn thing right at the furthest one’s head, sending him to the floor. The other thug shoots for a kick but Sylvia catches his foot and twists, sending him around, face down to the floor. Sylvia jumps down, driving a knee into his back before slamming his face into the floor two, three, four, five times, before she’s satisfied. Her head snaps up as she catches movement ahead of her and Sylva makes a mad rush at the punk she dinged with the water jug. Nothing pretty here, she just dives right onto him and sends him to the floor again, mounting his chest with her knees and starts alternating punches across his face. The camera catches it at first; each blow snapping his head from side to side until it starts to look particularly bloody. It’s then that the shot focuses on Sylvia’s maddened grin as she just continues beating her enemy over and over and over and over and OVER!! Sylvia finally stands, her knuckles dripping red and lets out a guttural shriek. She looks at her knuckles with satisfaction in her eyes before moving on towards a door opposite the one she came in. She yanks the door open and goes flying up a flight of stairs.

On another flight of stairs, there’s Morgan Payne, already sporting bruising and a couple of marks from her own ordeal. Morgan reaches the top of the stairs and steps through a door. She stops to catch her breath as she finds herself in the remnants of a rec room, occupied by more men and women that immediately go on alert upon her arrival. There’s more here than the last set and, to make matters worse, these ones are armed with blunt weapons. Bats, blackjacks, kendo sticks. Name it. Morgan snorts and spits off to the side. This acts almost like a trigger that sets them off and here they come rushing her. Morgan acts fast, but simple, spotting an old fire extinguisher on the wall. She rips it free from the rusty rings keeping it in place and whips the thing as hard as she can at the incoming group. This drops one and causes another to trip over the fallen enemy. Morgan rushes forward and dives across the floor, going into a roll. She comes up with a baseball bat in hand and starts utilizing it with trained precision. Parrying bats, kendo sticks, crowbars and the like lest she catch a nasty hit from one of them. One thug catches her bat with a crowbar and uses the hook to yank it down out of the guard position she’s got it in but Morgan bends low and evades a homerun swing from a bat. Instead, said blow takes another thug in the face. Morgan drops down on her ass and uses her feet to kick the batter guy’s knee out then knocks him in the face with the sole of her boot. She catches the woman with the crowbar in the crotch with the hilt of her bat and knocks her over the top of the head with the business end. Morgan rolls out of the way of a storm of hits coming down and makes it back to her feet, making sure to kick fallen weapons across the floor, out of reach lest their handlers make it back up. She stands at the ready, waiting for the next rush.

A number of men and women in similar black attire are mingling in another room when a terrified cry mixed with a howling shriek is heard. Their heads turn towards the direction it’s coming from, startled and almost horrified, just in time to see a woman in black being carried off her feet. Sylvia Lopez has gotten the jump on her, caught her around the waist and is running with her into the room with the others. With a guttural grunt, Sylvia throws the woman who’s not much bigger than her into an old, rotting bookshelf that crumbles loudly on top of the thug during the impact. Everyone else jumps to their feet as Sylvia braces her hands on the wall behind the shelf and just starts stomping, relentlessly down on the woman. Finally, she notices them and she hasn’t lost that wild grin or that low, unhinged little giggle.

Sylvia Lopez: Let’s plaaaaaay…. Let’s play. Let’s play. Let’s play! LET’S PLAY!!! PLAY WITH SYLVIA!!!

Just like the ones Morgan’s currently dealing with somewhere in the building, these thugs are armed too and they come running at Sylvia with harmful intent. Sylvia starts grabbing pieces of broken book shelf and yeeting them at her attackers. The front line jumps over a piece that trips up a couple in the back but it leaves them vulnerable for the next sheet of wood that Sylvia sends flying at them and more go falling to the floor. Sylvia picks up a sheet of wood about as tall and wide as she is and brings it up in front of her, charging into the remnants of the incoming mob. Sylvia catches one thug in particular and runs them across the room, sandwiching them between the wall and the piece of bookshelf where she starts driving her shoulder into it, using her body weight - all 115lbs at least. She grabs the thug’s weapon - a ball ping hammer - out of their hand and takes them across the face with it. Another thug with a matching hammer comes in with an overhead swing; Sylvia hooks the hammer heads together and drills them in between the legs with a toe kick. She disarms them of their hammer as well and now she’s got two bludgeons to work with. What ensues next is a series of painful looking sequences as Sylvia parries with the hammers and swings them with everything she’s got. Metal meets bone and flesh, crunching and squelching with each blow as Sylvia aims for heads, knuckles, knees, elbows, ribs. Any damn thing she can whack away at with it. The scene is filled with yelps and shouts of pain, mixing with Sylvia’s blood thirsty growls as she, quite literally, hammers away at her attackers. The more they keep trying to come at her, the angrier and more furious Sylvia fights before she finally boxes a thug in the sides of the head with her hammers and brings one down across the top of the head. The last one drops and Sylvia examines the pair of hammers before tossing them away like a piece of trash and heading down the hall towards another door.

We’re brought back to Morgan’s whereabouts as a lead pipe comes down across an old table, taking a chunk off. Morgan catches this thug on the wrists with a downward swing, drives the hilt of her bat into the sternum and takes them across the face with a homerun swing. One thug left as they came swinging at Morgan, disarmed but not disheartened. Still, they’re no match as Morgan catches a foot on her shoulder, crosses her bat over the leg and pulls down, hyperextending the knee. She drops the leg but the thug’s still got some fire, swinging for a punch but Morgan uses the bat to twist up the arm and add pressure to the shoulder before driving her knee up into their face. They hit the floor and Morgan rains down three strikes with the bat in quick, brutal succession before stopping for a short breather. She shakes the bat in one hand, satisfied with the use she’s getting out of it and tucks it behind her arm as she heads up to the next level.

♫MUSIC♫

It’s a short follow up the steps to floor three for Morgan before she comes through the door into a tighter spaced room. It’s a straight shot across to the other door, down a path between office cubicles. Standing in front of the door she needs to get through, however, is an unidentified figure in black pants, boots, hoodie and a kitsune mask. Feminine in build. Morgan lifts an eyebrow and begins slowly making her way towards her next obstacle. Morgan gets about ten feet from the door behind her when she stops and looks over her shoulder. A figure in identical clothing and a hannya mask - masculine - stands in front of the door Morgan came in through. Morgan furrows her brow and turns back to look ahead of her. The figure in the kitsune mask is suddenly gone. She checks back over her shoulder. The figure in the hannya mask is suddenly gone. Morgan takes a deep breath, curls her fists and starts slowly approaching the door….

We go back to Sylvia who finds herself in an empty room of her own. She comes around a corner and into another rec area at the axis of three corridors, including the one she’s coming from. There’s nobody there to “greet” her though. Sylvia actually looks a little disappointed. She enters the large rec room and looks around a bit. She checks some doors that lead to old rental rooms for the resort this place once was. She’s practically fiending for someone else to mix it up with. The camera stays on the rec room as Sylvia finally goes down the center corridor and out of sight of the viewers. There’s a couple seconds of silence before Sylvia Lopez is heard gasping and choking before she literally comes FLYING back into the room as if she’s been thrown by some ungodly force. Sylvia hits the floor and rolls across until she comes to a hard stop against the wall at the T crossing formed by the corridors. We hear heavy footsteps against the floor as Sylvia shakes the stars out of her head and looks up at her next challenge. Lumbering through the mouth of the hallway she came flying out of is a single thug. But a big one! He’s easily almost seven feet tall, three hundred plus pounds. An absolute mountain of muscle. How is this fair and where did anyone even find these guys?! Still, Sylvia gets a slow smile creeping across her face as she pulls herself to her feet up against the wall, nodding and beginning to giggle in anticipation at the man. This guy doesn’t seem phased much by her crazed excitement, rather he looks just as damn excited about the impending violence as she does. Sylvia starts giggling uncontrollably, motioning for Big Man to bring it. He comes charging forward, throwing a kick that’d probably smash her head like a melon if she didn’t move out of the way. Sylvia starts unloading with more body shots to the guy’s ribs but it’s like punching a brick wall and he just picks her up by the throat with one hand, feet up off of the floor and punches Sylvia square in the face. Blood trickles from her nose and she looks like she felt that one before she’s, once again, thrown like a rag doll down the hallway. She tries to blink away the stars she’s seeing from that blow as Big Man comes lumbering towards her, seething like a madman.

We switch back to Morgan Payne, carefully creeping down the path between the cubicles. She makes it about halfway before an old desk on wheels comes smashing through the glass!!

KRRRSSSSSSSHHHHHH!!!!

Morgan jumps back, almost having the desk slam into her as Kitsune comes flipping through the broken window, lands on the desk and immediately kicks the bat out of her hand then catches her in the face with a blinding fast kick. Morgan staggers back and Kitsune flips forward off of the desk, landing and coming at her with a blinding fast offense. She’s quick on her feet and all about the kicks as she taps away at Morgan’s sides while occasionally catching her off guard in the face. Morgan’s throwing her guard up but for every strike Kitsune throws at her, she lands about 88% of them all while pushing Morgan back, keeping her on the offense. Morgan finally catches a kick with her hands and twists the ankle, going for a snap but Kitsune turns her body with it and Mule kicks her with her free foot. Morgan eats it right in the face and staggers back, turning towards another window that suddenly explodes outward and Hannya makes a sudden reappearance, swinging himself on the cubicle frame and driving his feet into Morgan’s chest. She slams back into the opposite metal frame hard and takes a swift kick to the ribs by Kitsune. Now both of the twins are on her and Morgan has no choice but to throw her guard up, trying to raise up her shins whenever she can. Kitsune catches her on one and as Morgan raises a leg to guard a kick from Hannya, Kitsune sweeps her leg out from under her. Morgan rolls across the floor to evade several stomps, making Hannya jump over her lest he be tripped up. Morgan stumbles up to her feet, sporting fresh battle marks and breathing heavier than she was initially.

In another part of the building, Sylvia Lopez comes crashing through a door, thrown like a rag doll. Big Man comes busting through the doorway and before Sylvia can get to her feet, he grabs her by the shirt and her belt, lifting her like a weightless child and swings her back into a wall, causing the plaster to smash inward. Big Man slams Sylvia up against the low ceiling a few times before tossing her across the rental room. Sylvia hits the wall but falls somewhat safely upon an old, worn out mattress and bed frame. She rolls out of the way as Big Man charges in, putting herself between the bed and the wall. Big Man grabs the bed by the frame and flips it up at her, beginning to shoulder ram his weight into it. Luckily, Sylvia’s got the old mattress to somewhat cushion the impact, giving her time to wiggle free. She sees an opening and runs in, catching Big Man in the back of the leg with a basement dropkick. He goes down to one knee and Sylvia starts throwing wild punches at his head. Big Man absorbs them with his forearms, however and catches Sylvia by the wrists. He yanks her arms out to the sides, growling and pushing up to his feet. As Sylvia struggles with the agony of having her arms pulled outward, her massive opponent just slams a foot into her chest and sends the petite woman across the room into a rotting armoire. Big Man laughs like a giant maniac as Sylvia pulls herself out of the mess of broken wood. As he comes in to continue his offense, however, Sylvia grabs the armoire and tips it over at him. This catches him off guard as the thing falls on top of him and takes him down to his knees. Sylvia lets out a banshee shriek and jumps up, essentially Double Foot Stomping onto the back of the closet and seemingly buries Big Man inside. She starts to giggle madly before something beneath her catches her attention and she jumps off just in time before Big Man comes bursting up through the wood with an enraged roar. Sylvia does a quick look around before seeing the bathroom door open and she runs inside, slamming the door shut. Big Man shakes his head, laughing and stands out of the smashed armoire, lumbering towards the door.

Back in the old office room, Morgan’s still got her hands full with the Twins. The camera rejoins them as Morgan slams back against a wall and narrowly moves before Kitsune’s foot slams into the wall where her head was just a second ago. Morgan catches her in the back of the thigh and the lower back with two quick kicks then sends her into one of the cubicles with a spinning thrust kick. She has about enough time to blink before Hannya comes running off the wall and takes her in the face with a kick, sending her back. She stumbles against an old desk and narrowly evades an axe kick that causes the old surface to crack. Before she can step in, Hannya catches her with a backhand and he’s coming at her again. Morgan’s stumbling back, trying to absorb the blows. Hannya catches her with a glorified haymaker that knocks her into the wall and she staggers back against another pane of glass. Hannya shoots a thrust kick at her but Morgan narrowly dodges and his boot smashes through the glass. Morgan grabs him by the foot and jerks his leg back around the frame, bending his knee. She holds it there and kicks him in the back of the other leg, sending him down. She lets go of Hannya’s leg, steps back and rushes in to basically Khao Loi him in the back of the head and sends him into the side of a rusty old filing cabinet. Morgan starts to take a deep breath before her head snaps to the side and she staggers backwards to avoid being hit by Kitsune who’s back in the fight. Kitsune catches Morgan in the stomach with a follow up kick and starts rushing her with chops and jabs. Muffled grunts of exertion come from behind her mask. Morgan’s starting to frustrate the Twins but Kitsune’s still feeding Morgan a bunch of nasty hits to the face and abdomen. Kitsune starts to go for a kick but her foot hits a desk leg and gives Morgan just enough time to step in and snatch her off her feet into a Fireman's Carry where Morgan just tosses her overhead and onto the floor. Morgan turns and reaches for her but Kitsune catches her in the head with another kick before kipping up to her feet. The masked woman whips around and narrowly misses Morgan with a wide arcing kick. She shoots for another kick but once again, her foot hits the desk and Morgan capitalizes, driving a bicycle knee into her chest. Over and over, Kitsune goes for her kicks but the narrow space they’re in prevents her from executing anything and Morgan starts wearing into her with Sok Tad and Sok Ngad elbows. With this, Morgan’s able to beat her back until Kitsune hits the opposite wall and stumbles back out into the center pathway.

Morgan steps out to meet her. Kitsune motions for Morgan to bring it. Morgan shakes her head and curls in her finger, beckoning Kitsune towards her. Kitsune shakes her head in silent frustration and motions Morgan forward with a sharper movement of her hand. Despite this, Morgan finds the will to smirk as she steps in, seeing her opponent’s aggravation. Kitsune shoots for one of her high kicks and Morgan catches it with her arm, immediately countering with a roundhouse knee to the chest. Kitsune staggers and steps in for a punch. Morgan parries and feeds her an elbow across the face. Mask or not, that one’s gonna hurt. This exchange becomes the build to the end of this confrontation. Kitsune shoots for a strike, only for Morgan to block with her shin or elbow and counter right back with a shot that catches Kitsune full on. The exchanges are fast and precise. Almost blinding. Seems like the longer they go, the harder they both try to hit each other until Kitsune manages to feint a strike and blasts Morgan backwards with backhand then jumps, twisting through the air. She swings one leg over Morgan’s head, thrusting her other foot out, shoving her back with an air stomp in the chest. Morgan winces, holding where she was hit but brings her guard up again. Kitsune bounces on the balls of her feet to find her motion again and the pair go running at each other finally. Both women leap. Kitsune twists through the air. Morgan starts bringing up her knee. Whatever insane aerial kick Kitsune’s going for, Morgan winds up clearing her legs and her rising knee smashes right into Kitsune’s face. Her head snaps back and her mask goes flying off of her head. Morgan lands on the floor in a crouch at first but slumps over onto all fours. Kitsune comes out of the air and lands with a nasty looking thud, a curtain of black hair in her face as she comes to a stop facedown on the tiled floor. Morgan breathes a sigh of relief seeing this, also looking over to see that Hannya hasn’t gotten back up from having his head kicked into a filing cabinet. Morgan pushes up to her feet and walks, unsteadily through the door, heading up.

We shift back to Sylvia and Big Man where the latter is still trying to get through the bathroom door at the former. This door’s a little sturdier and it takes the mammoth of a man a little more effort. Finally, he starts chipping away at the door until he smashes his head through. Big Man laughs maniacally as he looks around for Sylvia but the first sign he sees of her is the Bellevue Banshee standing right beside the door with the lid of the toilet tank over her head. Now it’s Sylvia laughing as she smashes it downward and shatters the thick porcelain piece over Big Man’s head. This one rocks him as he slumps a little bit and Sylvia grabs him by the back of the head, starting to drive knees up into his face while he’s still leaning through the hole in the door. Sylvia’s grunting, growling, shrieking as she brings up her knee over and over until blood is visibly running down Big Man’s face. Finally, she pulls his head up, grinning right in his face before...CHOMP!! Right on the nose!!! Big Man screams in absolute agony as Sylvia holds his head in place. Big Man manages to get free of Sylvia...or maybe she’s just let him go and he stumbles back, suddenly in hysterics and no longer the bold monster he was introduced as. He’s bleeding profusely from his head, mostly his nose. Nothing looks to be missing but Sylvia spits something from her bloody mouth and yanks the bathroom door open. Sylvia looks like a rabid animal with blood covering her mouth and chin as she beckons Big Man to come on and get him some more but the giant adversary seems to be second guessing this situation as he shakes his head as if to say “no fucking way!”

Sylvia Lopez: PLAY WITH SYLVIA!!!!!

She shrieks out at him and Big Man just goes running out of the room. Sylvia cackles madly and gives chase after him. Both are running full sprint down the hallway that Big Man initially came out of at the start of his showdown, only now Big Man looks like he’s running for his damn life while a woman nearly two feet shorter than he is, gives chase after him down the hall. Big Man yanks the door at the end of the hallway open and goes running through, up the stairs. Not far behind him, Sylvia Lopez continues to give chase, shrieking at the top of her lungs.

Sylvia Lopez: PLAY WITH SYLVIA!! PLAY WITH SYLVIA!! PLAY WITH SYLVIA!!

Next, the camera shifts to the top floor of the building. It’s literally just one wide open space with an old wrestling ring in the center. No logos. Not even an apron. Just an elevated mat with bland, black ring ropes. It looks more like an underground fighting ring than anything else. There’s stains on the mat that look like...yeah, let’s be real. That’s probably blood. In the center of the mat, however, stands Collision Referee Hiroki “Aki” Tanaka, with a walky talky radio clipped to his belt. Has he been standing here, waiting, this whole time?! Well kudos to him because it’s easily been at least twenty five minutes since this thing started and the competitors have yet to even find each other.

Back inside the stairwell, we see Big Man hauling his big ass down the stairs, huffing, grunting in absolute terror. Sylvia Lopez gives chase down about two staircases before she realizes he’s straight just heading out of the building. She runs her fingers through her wet, brown hair; grinning through the blood and bruising on her face before she cranes her head upwards. Creepy like! Then, like something out of a horror movie, she lets out a shriek and goes running back up the stairs, knowing where she needs to go. As she runs up, we hear her haunting shriek off of the walls.

Sylvia Lopez: SHIIIINYYYY!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

In another stairwell, Morgan Payne runs up, up, up until she reaches the door and comes through, into the top floor with the ring. Morgan pauses to catch her breath and slowly walks, almost limps, towards the ring. Across the room, another door SLAMS open against the wall and there’s Sylvia. She puts a hand on the wall, panting heavily. She looks up, through a mess of long brown hair and her lips peel back into a psychotic grin as she sees the ring. She starts stumbling towards it, walking as fast as her weary legs can carry her. At their own individual paces and strides, both women reach the ring at the same time. Referee Aki acknowledges them both and motions for them to come on and get in. Morgan and Sylvia climb up onto the apron and through the ropes. Both women, battered, beaten, bloody, start to circle around, watching each other. Referee Aki holds his hands out to the sides as he turns with them before clapping his hands together and making the motion for them to go! It’s also worth noting that, despite there being no idea where it comes from, there’s the sound of a bell.

~DING!~

Sylvia and Morgan step in and lock up, collar and elbow. They joch for position before Sylvia pulls Morgan into a side headlock. Morgan gets her arms around Sylvia’s waist and manages to slip her head free, applying a rear waistlock on the Bellevue Banshee but Lopez throws back an elbow and manages to smash the McKeesport Mauler right in the face before grabbing her by the head and hitting a headlock hip toss and going right for a Crossface submission. Sylvia wrenches back on Morgan’s neck as the referee gets down low, checking if she wants to submit. Morgan’s reaching for the ropes far away at first; not that they’d help her much because this match has no disqualifications!! She tries pushing against the mat to get herself up, but Sylvia has one of her legs wrapped over hers, pinning it flat to the mat. She can’t get herself in a position where she can push up at all. Morgan struggles in the hold before she finally just pushes herself over, tipping to the side. This puts Sylvia on her back with Morgan laid back on top of her. It’s not for a pinfall, but Morgan’s able to roll back and get loose from the Crossface hold. Morgan sits up, holding her jaw and neck. She’s not quick to get up, given everything she’s been through already. Neither is Sylvia really, but the Banshee of NFW is still the first to get to her feet and capitalizes on it as she charges in and hits a Rolling Neck Snap on Payne! Sylvia scrambles to her feet again and hits the ropes for a Running Senton!! She’s got her second wind back as she hops up again and hits the ropes once more. As Morgan sits up, Sylvia runs in with a Sliding Forearm Strike, knocking a wad of blood and spit into the air from Morgan’s mouth. Sylvia gets up onto her knees and starts throwing shots down across Morgan’s face, possibly looking for a Knockout or a TKO. Impressively, Morgan swipes away Sylvia’s arm, causing the woman to fall flat across her torso. In something akin to a kick out from a cover attempt, Morgan throws her hips up and flips Sylvia over onto her back and boom! She’s got her in a Cross Armbar!!!

Morgan wrenches back on the arm tight, twisting Sylvia’s wrist, hyperextending her elbow, bending back her fingers. Doing any and every little thing to try and cause as much excruciating pain as she can to force a submission. The camera pans around the ring as both women’s angry and agonized shrieks fill the room. Referee Tanaka is down by Sylvia, checking to see if she cares to give up or not. Sylvia shakes her head wildly and bellows out a blood curdling sound that would freeze the blood of any man. With her free hand, she tries to force one of Morgan’s legs off of her but isn’t able to!! She’s not giving up yet, however, as Morgan makes the subconscious mistake of shifting her grip a little which puts one of her calves over Sylvia’s face. This leads to - yup! You guessed it - CHOMP!! Nothing flashy here. Sylvia just opens her mouth and bites down on a mouthful of pants and leg of her opponent.

Morgan Payne: YOU FUCKIN--AAAAAGGGHHHH!!!!

Morgan lets go of the Armbar and just starts driving the heel of her other leg into Sylvia’s sternum until she gets her to let go. Morgan rolls away, grabbing at her calf as Sylvia rolls away, clutching her chest. Both women make it back up to a knee, staring each other down and the referee makes sure to stay out of their way. The camera cuts back and forth between the two competitors as they stare each other down, working up the energy to continue. Sylvia lets out a shriek that pierces the air, Morgan answers with a battle cry and both women go charging at one another across the ring. They meet in the center where Sylvia cocks back for a double axe handle but Morgan dives in with a Sok Tong elbow across the top of Sylvia’s head!! Sylvia staggers backwards, hits the ropes and comes forward right into Morgan’s arms for an Overhead Belly to Belly. The Bellevue Banshee bounces across the mat and rolls onto her stomach. She starts pulling herself up with the ropes but Morgan’s right behind her, pulling her into a rear waistlock again. Morgan drags Sylvia away from being able to hold onto the ropes and snatches her up for a big Release German Suplex!! Sylvia hits the mat and winds up in a corner where she starts pulling herself up on the ropes, starting to feel rocked again. Morgan runs right up to meet her and locks her hands behind her head, locking her into a Djab Ko, better known as the Muay Thai Clutch. Morgan starts to fire away with elbows to the head and knees to the ribs until Sylvia’s legs start to sag. Morgan leans her back and hits a super stiff knife edged chop across the chest before throwing her out of the corner, leaving her sitting up against the ropes. The Daughter of Steel City charges up her feet, dashes across the ring, hits the ropes, comes back and hits a BIG HESITATING DROPKICK!! THE YOI YOI DOUBLE YOI!!! HAVEN’T SEEN THAT ONE IN AWHILE!!!! The impact knocks Sylvia through the ropes and out of the ring. Morgan takes a moment to catch her breath before pushing up to her feet and steps out onto the apron, motioning for Sylvia to get up to her feet.

Morgan Payne: Get up!! Get up, bitch!

Sylvia gets her feet planted and stands straight. She starts to turn around to look at Morgan and that’s when the woman on the apron already starts running and dives off for a big Cannonball!! Both women hit the floor again, painfully landing on the concrete!! Referee Tanaka hops out of the ring and runs over to check on them. Can they continue? Is anyone knocked out? Do either of them want to quit? The answers clearly seem like Yes, No and No, as both women roll onto their stomachs to try and push themselves up to their feet. Sylvia makes it up just a split second before Morgan does and she tries to capitalize on it, stepping forward and throwing her arm around Morgan’s neck, going for a Sleeper Hold. Just as she starts getting it fully locked in, however, Morgan tucks and rolls, taking Sylvia’s ankle as she forces Sylvia down into the roll with her and catches her right into a Rolling Kneebar!! Their voices fill the room again as Morgan wrenches back on Sylvia’s leg with everything she’s got. Lopez tries to get free anyway she can but Payne has the Kneebar locked in tight and she’s not letting up on it at all.

Morgan Payne: Tap!!! Tap out!!!! TAP OUT, YA CRAZY BITCH!!!

Everything just seems to stop. Sylvia stops and her eyes go wide with rage more than pain. Even the referee’s eyes go wide and he starts backing him, motioning for Sylvia to calm down but she starts seething with rage. Growing angrier and angrier as Morgan keeps torquing on her leg. Sylvia doesn’t even acknowledge the pain anymore as she grabs up a handful of dust off of the floor and flings it right in Morgan’s face. Payne grabs at her face, rubbing her eyes as Sylvia gets free of the Kneebar. She starts getting up, nursing her leg while Morgan scrambles to her feet, trying to clear her vision. Sylvia hits her with a Spin Kick, knocking her back into the apron, followed up by a series of rapid forehead chops to the chest. The slaps of each chop echo through the room as Sylvia focuses solely on making Morgan’s chest as red as a tomato. When the sting starts to show itself in her hand, Sylvia shakes it out and just drives her head into the sternum of her opponent. Morgan wheezes for air before she’s rocked in the jaw with another headbutt. Sylvia grabs her by the head and just starts delivering headbutt after headbutt until she’s knocked even herself dizzy and stumbles back and Payne slumps down to one knee, barely holding onto the apron. She pulls herself up and slowly goes to climb back inside the ring. Sylvia shakes her head, clearing her senses and follows her, crawling into the ring right on her heels. Morgan crawls on all fours across the ring but Sylvia’s up before her and grabs her by the hair, seething and hissing with rage.

Sylvia Lopez: Crazy…? Crazy?! CRAZY?!?! CRAZY?!?!?! CRAZY?!!?!?!

Sylvia holds Morgan’s hair and starts throwing repeated headbutts again right in the face!! Once! Twice! Thrice! A fourth one! Finally with a guttural shriek, she shoves her fingers down Morgan’s gullet in a mandible claw, effectively completing her Lunatic Combination!!

Sylvia Lopez: NEVER!!!! CALL!!!!! SYLVIA!!!!! CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!

Lopez is SCREAMING right in Payne’s face as she starts forcing her down to the mat. Morgan clutches at her wrist, trying to pry her hand out as she gags and gasps for breath. Her eyes start rolling in the back of her head while her legs desperately kick and flail. She pulls at Sylvia’s wrist and hair in a desperate act to get loose but Sylvia refuses to let up. Once more, the referee baseball slides down to check on Payne’s condition. Her struggling and flailing are starting to slow down as Sylvia starts laughing maniacally. The referee leans in to check on Morgan again and he’s just about to call it as her eyes close when suddenly they squeeze tight then snap open. Payne bellows out with a gagged, muffled roar and brings her legs up, shifting her weight and locks her legs up around Sylvia’s head and neck as she clutches her claw arm with both of her hands. Triangle Choke!!! Morgan’s got a Triangle Choke on Sylvia but Lopez still has the mandible claw locked in on Payne!!! The two are at a stalemate with dual submission maneuvers locked in!! Morgan continues to gag while Sylvia starts to visibly fade. Referee Tanaka checks between both of them to see who gives in first but instead, both women seem to go almost limp as Morgan’s legs sag from around Sylvia’s neck and Sylvia removes her hand, falling over to the side, both women gasping for air. What’s the call though?! Even Tanaka doesn’t know as he stands up and looks down at both women. Without knowing what else to do, he shakes his head.

Hiroki Tanaka: I’m counting to ten! If you can’t answer then I’m calling the match!

ONE!!

Both women lay on the dirty, blood stained mat, looking like they’ve been through a car wreck in their own right. Chests heaving up and down.

TWO!!

Neither of them seem in a rush to answer. Sylvia lays on her side, rubbing her neck as she gulps air into her lungs. We can barely see her face under her mess of wet hair.

THREE!!

Morgan lays out on the mat, flat on her back just staring up at the ceiling light above them. In pure cinematic form, like the rest of this match, everything slows down to a crawl as she blinks. A bead of sweat runs down, mixing with the blood on her face.

FOUR!!

Referee Tanaka throws his hands up in slow motion. His voice sounds like a distant echo. Sylvia Lopez turns over onto her stomach, burying her face down in her forearms. We hear what sounds like a heartbeat nearly drowning everything else out. A heartbeat and labored breathing that sounds like it could be coming from either of the two.

FIVE!!

Sylvia starts crawling, reaching for the ropes. Morgan turns over onto her side then her stomach, dragging her forearms underneath her and pulling her knees in next.

SIX!!

Morgan pushes herself up onto her hands and knees. A drop of blood drips down from her face, slow motion like and hits the mat with a wet ‘splotch’ sound. Sylvia gets her hand on the rope and starts pulling herself up.

SEVEN!!

Sylvia reaches up past the middle rope and grabs the top rope, puuuuulling with all her might!! Morgan lifts a leg up and plants a shaky foot on the ground.

EIGHT!!

Morgan starts to push up but visibly winces and buckles, almost falling again but she catches herself and starts slowly pushing up. Sylvia gets both hands on the top rope and pulls herself up, dragging both legs under her and looking to plant her feet.

NINE!!

Sylvia gets her feet planted on the mat and steadies herself. Morgan pushes herself up enough to get both feet flat underneath her and straightens up, swaying a bit but everything resumes to normal speed and sound as Referee Hiroki Tanaka acknowledges the count answered before ten. He claps his hands and steps back.

Hiroki Tanaka: Let’s go!!

Sylvia and Morgan stumble to the center of the mat again, staring each other down. Morgan shakes her head in disbelief at the challenger and tries to say something but all that comes out is an exhausted blabber. The only thing Sylvia understands is the champion motioning for her to come and bring it. Sylvia spits some blood off to the side, pushing her hair out of her face. We’re not sure if that’s sweat or blood that it’s wet with anymore. Probably both. She limps forward, huffing through pain and exhaustion. Both of these women went through absolute hell before even meeting each other on this floor yet somehow they’re still going. Sylvia huffs and growls, motioning back for Morgan to come get some as she closes in. Morgan finishes pulling off her dirty, wet hand wrap and tosses it aside before just SLAPPING Sylvia, bare handed across the face. The smack echoes throughout the room as Sylvia’s head snaps to the side and back. She grows like an angry animal. Morgan gives her a weak shove in the face, something to just get a reaction out of her. She does it again and again before Sylvia finally swats her hand out of the way and leans in with a knife edged chop across the chest!!

SMACK!!!!

Morgan winces, even cries out as we can see some of her skin from under her tank top is already horribly red. Sylvia laughs and motions for Morgan to give her some back. Morgan tenderly touches where she was chopped, hissing in pain before finally turning back and limps up to Sylvia. She wraps a hand around the back of her head, even grips a handful of her hair at the base of her skull. Morgan tugs and Sylvia reacts, oddly, more positively. Morgan nods, starting to look a little unhinged herself, asking Sylvia if she likes that. Then, she cocks back with a forearm and gives Sylvia every bit of it, right in the jaw.

WHAM!!!!

Sylvia staggers back, reaching out to catch herself on the ropes but she doesn’t even stagger that far. Sylvia shakes her head a bit and turns back to Morgan with a maniacal grin, nodding and licking her lips. Morgan’s own grin has her looking about as insane as Sylvia is certified to be as she points at herself, telling Sylvia to give her some more. She even grabs her tank top and tears at it, splitting the fabric and removing the torn garment from herself, with a black sports bra underneath. The red bruising is far more visible on her skin now, though as she motions Sylvia to come give her another. Sylvia steps in and happily obliges with another CHOP!!

SMACK!!!!

Sylvia Lopez: WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Morgan squeezes her eyes shut tight and almost buckles, staggering into the ropes. She lets out a long groan of pain, followed by labored breaths as Sylvia throws her arms out and shrieks at her to play some more. Morgan clenches her fists and stumbles back to the center of the ring, pressing her forehead against Sylvia’s, starting to seethe through her teeth. Sylvia presses back, giggling menacingly as Morgan grabs her from under the jaw and starts just trash talking her before she grabs her by the back of the hair again and smashes her in the jaw with another forearm!! Sylvia staggers back one step and responds with a forearm of her own!! Morgan goes back a step and answers with another forearm! The two start trading forearms back and forth, rapidly, trying to see who can outdo one another first. The forearms start coming faster and faster, more rapidly before Sylvia tries to fake Morgan out and as Payne cocks back with her arm, Lopez ducks but Payne grabs her by the head and SMASHES her knee up into her face!!! “F.Y.F” SAYS MORGAN PAYNE!!! Sylvia staggers but Morgan grabs her and throws them both back into a Russian Leg Sweep onto the mat before twisting around and applying a grounded Octopus Stretch! THREE RIVERS CROSSING IS LOCKED IN!!!!

Morgan wrenches back on that arm, catching Sylvia in a position where she can’t simply bite her way out like she did with the Armbar from earlier. Sylvia’s left screaming and writhing on the mat, trying to escape. Referee Tanaka’s down in front of her, asking if she wants to tap!! Does she want to submit?! Sylvia’s shaking her head, screaming “NO!!!! NOOO!! NNNOOOOOO!!!” Morgan wrenches back on her arm more, screaming in frustration, trying to get Sylvia to give up...or tear her arm out of the socket, one of the two!! She starts using her leg over Sylvia’s head to start kicking down over and over which only seems to start pissing Sylvia off more than anything. This is obvious from the look on her face as she starts to snarl again and finally she reaches up with her other hand and catches Morgan’s foot, struggling to get it up and off from around her head. It’s a momentous effort but SHE DOES IT!!!! Sylvia’s free!!!! All she has to do now is pull her arm from Morgan’s grip as she rolls away and up to her feet. Morgan sits up and Sylvia comes charging in, bellowing at the top of her lungs as she hits a sliding forearm smash to the jaw. Morgan snaps back to the mat from the impact but Sylvia pushes her into a sitting up position and locks on THE LOPEZ LOCK!!!!! Sylvia’s got it locked in tight as she wrenches Morgan back and applies the body scissors!!!! Now it’s Payne that the Referee is checking on for a submission or any sign of fading. Sylvia wrenches back tight on Morgan’s neck, banging her head back and forth, shrieking in frustration, her hair flying wildly as she squeezes tight. Morgan starts to fade, her struggles growing slower and more sluggish as the seconds pass. Tanaka checks her arm, lifting it and dropping it….

ONE!!

He lifts it, holds it and lets it go again….

TWO!!

He lifts it a final time, holds it and releases it….

THREE---NO!!!!!

The arm starts to drop but shoots back up, reaching for the sky. Sylvia screams in frustration as Morgan starts desperately grabbing at her to try and get free. Finally, Morgan finds the inner elbow of the arm that’s around her neck and, strangely, she slips her thumb under there and appears to just pinch Sylvia Lopez!! The Bellevue Banshee shouts out in pain as her arm appears to go limp and The McKeesport Mauler manages to slip free!! Sylvia holds her arm which appears to have almost been rendered useless. Seems like Payne used her knowledge of pressure points to disable Sylvia’s arm, at least enough to get out of the Lopez Lock. Sylvia shakes her arm, flexing her fingers to make sure they still work as Payne rolls over onto all fours and puts a foot on the mat. Snarling with anger, Lopez steps over and grabs Morgan by the hair but Payne throws her arms up, swatting her hands away and DRILLS her with a punch right to the mid section!! DEATH PUNCH THERAPY!!!! That signature shot right to the liver!

Sylvia grabs at her midsection and wheezes in agony as her legs buckle and she falls to her knees. Morgan makes it to her feet and staggers backwards until she hits the corner, holding herself up on the ropes. Strands of hair hang in her bloody, sweaty face as she watches her opponent writhe in an upwards fetal position, groaning in pain. Sylvia pushes herself up onto her knees and starts getting to her feet but she looks like she’s literally about to puke. Morgan snorts, shaking her head before tearing out of the corner and running at Sylvia with a guttural yell. She dives right at her, throwing out her knee mid flight to deliver KHAO LOI!!! Sylvia gets all of it and hits the mat, as does Morgan, crumpling down before rolling and looking at her opponent. Sylvia took the flying knee right to the face but by god, somehow she’s still conscious!! Shaking her head in disbelief, Morgan forces herself up to her feet, staggers over and pulls Sylvia, who’s almost limp, up to her feet. She leans down and scoops Sylvia up into an inverted Fireman’s Carry!! Morgan wobbles on shaky legs but manages to find her base. She takes a deep breath, and another, and another. Finally she lets out a scream at the top of her lungs as she pops Sylvia up over her head and drops her into a sitout driver!! DAHNTAHN AFTER DAHK MK. 2!!!! Sylvia crumples to the mat, motionless and Morgan falls back, heaving with her breaths as the Referee hurries over to check on them. He checks that Morgan is responsive as she reaches up and grabs him by the shirt. Tanaka shakes her off and Morgan starts struggling up to her feet as the referee checks on Sylvia who is completely unresponsive. He checks on Morgan again who is pulling herself up on the ropes. Shaking his head, Tanaka makes a motion towards Morgan as he pulls the radio off of his belt and speaks into it to the referee waiting outside.

Hiroki Tanaka: Lopez is out!! Winner!! Still champion!! Payne!!

Morgan slumps against the ropes, breathing a sigh of relief as Tanaka comes over and raises her arm for the camera to see. The retaining champion grimaces and jerks her arm back, dropping down and rolling out of the ring as Devour The Day’s “Step Aside” serves as the “soundtrack” for the closing scene. The song, Morgan’s entrance music, plays on as the camera follows her through a series of cuts of her walk back downstairs through the building, passing up the carnage that has been left in the wake of her and Sylvia Lopez’s epic battle!! Morgan limps back through the office room where the Twins she battled before, are just now starting to stir. She pushes through the other door and heads downstairs, moving through the other rooms she passed; stepping over the unconscious bodies of the waves of enemies. Finally, on the ground floor and out of the lobby, Morgan stumbles through the same door she came in. One team of EMTs rush in and guide her over to the ambulance upon immediately seeing her condition. The other team of EMTs, along with Ronnie Lester, immediately go running inside the building to go check on Sylvia Lopez. After she’s sat down in the ambulance to be looked at, Morgan looks out at the referee charged with holding the Silver Mountain Title and holds her hand out.

Morgan Payne: Gimme my fucking belt!!

The official passes the title up into the ambulance to her where she sets it over her lap and digs into her pocket for a crushed up pack of Newports. Against the requests of the EMTs, she fishes out one unbroken cigarette and tosses the rest of the pack away. Morgan lights the cigarette in her mouth and leans back against the inside wall of the ambulance. She takes a long drag on the cigarette, closing her eyes as the camera shot fades out and takes us back to ringside of the Collision Center where Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds sit, having watched this all on the big screen with the audience.

Jim Reynolds: Wow…. Fucking...WOW!!!

Nick Hanson: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like that in my entire career in this sport, Jim!!

Jim Reynolds: Me neither, Nicky! But you know what? I’ll give kudos to both ladies there!! Bravo!! Behold The Kingdom but Bra-Fucking-Vo to Morgan Payne AND Sylvia Lopez!! They fought their asses off!

Nick Hanson: They did, indeed!! I imagine they’ll be spending tonight in a medical center to make sure there’s no serious injuries. Hopefully we’ll be seeing them in action again very soon but I won’t hold it against General Manager Luthor Callaway if he gives these two a break!

Jim Reynolds: Two of the toughest bitches in this business and if you disagree with me, anybody, well you’re just fucking wrong!!

Nick Hanson: Well, we’ve had one hell of a show so far, folks, but we’ve still got one more match to go! It’s our Main Event for the World Heavyweight Championship!! Let’s hear from the defending champion, Damon Cross!!

Winner: Morgan Payne (Still Champion!)
Result: Knockout

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“Everyone thinks they have a problem with me.”

Somewhere backstage, in perfect solitude, sits the World Heavyweight Champion, Damon Cross. The two-time champ, dressed all in black, is seated beneath a single, bright light. With his head lowered, most of his face is shadowed, and what is not covered is mostly obscured by his long, wavy hair. His arms rest upon his legs, one hand holding the World Heavyweight Title, the other holding a shining black mask in the image of a Japanese oni, or demon. The horns and fangs are tipped in red, its smile little more than a sadistic glower.

And, strangely, it looks like steam is rising from the hunched-over form of the champion, as though after a two-hour workout he stepped inside a walk-in freezer.

Damon Cross: Katelin Descarrilado has a problem with me. An arrogant child without half the guts and gumption of her more-famous, more-talented husband, not only thinks she can beat me, but has the temerity to make light of who and what I am.

His grip on the championship tightens slightly.

Damon Cross: Tu n'es qu'une enfant bruyante, Katelin, utilisant injustement la renommée de ton mari pour attirer l'attention!

The statement is delivered sharply, most likely being far from kind. Damon fluidly slips back into English.

Damon Cross: You’re years off from being ready to fight for this, petite fille. Know your place and put some respect in your voice when you say my name.

Somewhere out in the arena, the fans repeat that three-word statement, and we do not need to see the champ’s face to feel the smile.

Damon Cross: Cass Baumer… has a problem with me.

The distaste is back, just like that.

Damon Cross: Do you need it repeated, Cassandra? Because as much as you loiter around Twitter, I cannot imagine you missed my déclaration puissante. But just in case?

He snaps his fingers and…

...the tweets in question are shown live and in living color for the world to see. Another snap of his fingers brings us back to Damon again, who is standing behind the chair, the title folded upon it, the mask leaning against the medallion-on-leather.

Damon Cross: The promise is off, you say? Good. Because, honestly, I was tired of making bets with myself as to how long it would last before greed won out. You’re only human, Cass; eventually, the desire to have this title as your own would have gotten the better of your morals. Now, perhaps you have already lost the opportunity anyway, thanks to the machinations of the aforementioned Katelin Descarrilado. You’ll forgive me for not watching your match. I do have a title to defend, after all. Priorités, madame.

Ceasing to lean on the chair, Damon stands up straight..

Damon Cross: And, most of all, Yukiko Kusanagi has a problem with me. And, oh, my dear Ange Destructeur, you have NO idea how big that problem truly is.

The light had been swaying a little bit, but Damon lashes out and grabs it, making sure to direct the light toward his face, still partially-hidden by his unruly hair.

Damon Cross: Claim betrayal all you want. It is a weak excuse and you know it. But is that not always the way of things? People will always conjure some excuse for why they do what they do. But nine times out of ten it is just that: an excuse. You could have stayed your hand, Yukiko. You could have challenged me like a warrior. Instead?

A bout of static rattles the scene; it returns with the mask on Damon’s face, distorting his voice slightly.

Damon Cross: You chose to be an angsty, conniving, violent little bitch!

Another rush of fizzy distortion. Damon is sans mask; it rests upon the title as it had been.

Damon Cross: This is your fault. Everything that happens tonight in that ring… I am already absolved of blame. You struck my wife. You claimed that you would make her a widow. Instead?

Instead of distortion, the frame simply jumps about, ending with the mask replaced.

Damon Cross: You will be broken at the hands of a higher being! And the world will relish in your suffering!

A final shift and now Damon stands alone, the chair gone, the title over his shoulder and the mask in his hand.

Damon Cross: You are the first and last warning for NFW, Yukiko Kusanagi. I refuse to make threats and, God willing, this is the last time anyone will see the dark side of me. But to anyone who tries to get at me through my family, to anyone who refuses to show respect to a man, a wrestler, a champion, who has earned it… to any person, team or group who mistakes my kindness and warmth for weakness?

I want you to remember tonight. I want you to see what being underhanded, hurtful and brash will get you. You want a fight? You want a shot at this?

He holds the belt out so the light catches it just so.

Damon Cross: I won’t turn down a fight. This belt is always up for grabs, as it should be. Man, or woman, up as the case may be and I’ll see you in that ring, one-on-one, no questions asked. Try to back door me, though, and the world will scream when they see what I do to you.

What will they scream, you ask?

Sliding the mask on, Damon leans into the light so that it catches the lacquer just so.

Damon Cross: My name!

Laughing, he swings at the light, breaking the bulb and sending the scene into darkness.

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY III! 06/29/2021! Jun 29, 2021 19:37:42 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 29, 2021 19:37:42 GMT -8

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…

The Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!!

Roger Arden: And it is for… the NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING… WORLD… HEAVYWEIGHT… CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!

Every light in the room goes out and the audience is shrouded in darkness and the crowd starts to stir as the introduction of BABYMETAL’s “Shine” begins to play over the PA system. The metal idol trio’s voices synchronizing throughout the arena precede a spotlight beaming down on the stage where a mannequin figure appearing to be dressed like World Heavyweight Champion Damon Cross, complete with his gear and mask worn in his Crossroads attire.

Nick Hanson: What in the world…?

Jim Reynolds: Fuck is this, Nicky?!

Nick Hanson: I have no… idea…

Jim Reynolds: This is kinda wei--WHOA!!!

Jim exclaims as the mannequin of Damon Cross when suddenly it just spontaneously combusts into flames!! As the statue burns, the tron screen comes on with an upward view of sunlight piercing through dark clouds. There’s a flash and suddenly, on the screen, a figure is falling from the sky towards the camera. In fact, any video game fans in the audience would immediately pick up that this scene is oddly reminiscent of a certain… Final Fantasy title? It soon becomes clear that the figure falling through the sky, however, is the challenger in tonight’s main event, Yukiko Kusanagi. However, she’s dressed in a longer coat than normal, and rather than her bokken, she has a samurai sword in her hands. Yukiko’s piercing gaze peers from over her mask and under her hood in the video as she plummets down, down, down, and slowly raises the sword up overhead. Just as she falls upon the camera and slashes with her weapon, the screen goes black, the music stops and we hear the sound of a sharp blade slicing through something thick. On the stage, the burning mannequin of Damon Cross suddenly shifts and after another couple of seconds, the top half slowly slides off the bottom and to the floor like it’s been slashed diagonally in two. The bottom half stays standing, burning bright as….

Jim Reynolds: WHOA!!! WHAT THE?!?!

Nick Hanson: OH MY LORD!!! WHAT IS THIS?!

Then, suddenly, BABYMETAL’s “BxMxC” comes on over the PA system, playing through the darkness as Yukiko’s usual reel starts to roll. The lights come on in their usual purple hue, as is common for her entrance, revealing what looks like a pair of black wings wrapped around someone or something. Once the heavy guitar and first verse kick in, the wings open up and spread out to reveal...Yukiko Kusanagi!! Crouched down on one knee in the same outfit she was seen on the first part of the video. Her posture is that of someone who has just finished slicing through an enemy, paused to let onlookers register the damage done. Instead of her usual bokken, she wields an actual, personalized-looking Katana in her right hand. Yukiko rises to stand and the wings, which seem to be a part of her wardrobe somehow, actually spread out at full length. Each wing looks to be twice as long as she is tall.

Nick Hanson: Well would you look at THAT!!!!

Jim Reynolds: WOW!!!!!

Yukiko steps forward and the wings fold inward to allow her room to make it towards the ring. In her usual swaying manner, she saunters towards the ring, keeping her Katana out at her side and her wings at her back.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, she is the challenger!! From Dotonbori, Osaka, Japan, weighing in at 125 pounds… She is The Demolition Angel...YUKIKOOOOOOO...KUSAAAAAAANAAAAGIIIIIII!!!!

Nick Hanson: Way to make an entrance and let the world know you’re ready for war, Jim!!!

Jim Reynolds: Can’t kill a God, my ASS Nicky!!!! I think tonight we’re gonna see a God bleed!!! And he’s gonna walk outta here about 20 pounds lighter if you get my drift!!!

Yukiko reaches the ring, pausing to strike her usual pose of reaching her empty hand out at the camera before she climbs up the steps and up the turnbuckle. Once again, she spreads her arms, and those magnificent black wings spread out as far as they can go. Yukiko closes her eyes and casts her face towards the heavens, soaking in the moment. Finally, she folds her wings in again and steps down into the ring. She makes her way over to her corner where she sheathes her sword in the scabbard on her belt before removing it and handing it down to the timekeeper. She then works on removing her coat and the harness attached to it that controls the wings, handing them down as well. Now, in just her ring gear, ready to go, she bounces up and down on the balls of her feet, starting to practice some shadow kicks and get some extra stretching in as she waits for the champion to arrive…

As the challenger waits in the ring, the lights lower completely, leaving the arena in darkness save for the lights around the stage and the big screen. Upon the latter, an image of a crossroads, dirt, and gravel making up the paths, one area populated by a ramshackle windmill and a barely-standing shack. Wind blows visibly as a feminine figure walks up the path towards the center, hard soles crunching on stone and dry mud. She walks all the way to the center and looks around, the slightly-obscured view of her masked face still allowing it to be obvious that this is meant to be Yukiko Kusanagi.

With a woosh, the camera pans around and there’s a figure behind her, blurred, with a gruff, raspy voice.

Demon: What do you want?

Yukiko Kusanagi?: Vengeance. Power. Glory. Gold.

Even blurred, we can see the demon smile as he reaches into his suit jacket, retrieving a scroll.

Demon: And what do you offer in return?

Yukiko Kusanagi?: ...everything.

Yukiko(?) turns to face the demon, glaring, showing how very serious she is about this choice. With startling alacrity, the Demon snatches her right wrist and pulls her toward him, letting the contract unroll fully as he jabs a talon into the tip of her index finger, drawing a slowly-growing bead of blood. When he lets go, he next holds up the paper and Yukiko wastes little time sweeping her bleeding fingertip across the dotted line.

A moment later, wings spread from Yukiko’s(?) back and she lunges at the demon, clawing at his face… a face that was a mask. It is knocked aside to reveal the face of Damon Cross, grinning as he pockets the contract. Howling with fury, the Demolition Angel slashes again at the visage of the Redeemer… and once more his face is knocked away, this time showing him as he looked once upon a time. Before redemption.

As the God of Ascension. The Crossroads Demon. And a third attack does not land. Instead, Damon catches the angel’s hand and his eyes glare, glowing red-hot, turning his attacker into ash that blows away in the wind. The ash obscures the view and the lights come up in gold, red, and yellow, with powerful guitars starting to blare through the arena speakers!

”I WOULD’VE DONE IT ANYWAY!”

Cutting through the fiery glow are two spotlights that center on the ramp’s apex, Nonpoint’s “Done It Anyway” tearing through the speakers as Damon Cross comes into view with the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Dressed fully in black, with a lacquered demon mask covering his face, Cross stops at the top of the ramp and holds the belt up high as pyro explodes along the edges of the path to the ring!

We're gonna free you all

And make you all one of us (bullshit)

Were gonna find everyone
And make them pay for this (bullshit)
Go ahead have some more
It won't hurt you (bullshit)
I know it hurt before
But I swear this time it won’t!”

Roger Arden: ...and introducing the champion! From The French Quarter and weighing in at 224 pounds, he is the reigning AND defending World Heavyweight Champion! Ladies and gentlemen… The Crossroads Demon… DAMON CROSS!

"Even knowing what I know now

I would have done it anyway!

Black and blue and red from you still
I would have done it anyway!”

Damon approaches the ring, his hooded eyes locked on his opponent as he leaps to the apron and steps through the ropes. Immediately walking to the other side of the ring, facing the fans, he rips the mask off and yells:

Damon Cross: SAY MY NAME!

"If you close your eyes
It will all go away (Bullshit!)
Keep your head up man
Tomorrow's a better day (Bullshit!)
Bad things never happen
To good people (Bullshit!)
We treat everyone here
Like they were an equal"

The crowd responds in kind as Damon soaks in the reaction, but his attention never strays from Kusanagi for long, and the feeling is mutual… Yukiko’s stare only averts from Damon to look at the belt and then it’s right back again. The two almost go nose-to-nose right at the start, but to the surprise of many, neither of them get physical. Cross backs into his corner, a decidedly ruthless look on the champion’s face as he prepares for his first title defense.

Nick Hanson: The Crossroads Demon… That is what Damon Cross has been calling himself as of late. It makes this entire match reflective of a long-standing war between angels and demons.

Jim Reynolds: A war Cross is going to lose! Tonight, the Demolition Angel challenges will sacrifice this so-called “God” for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship!

Nick Hanson: There’s really only one question that remains: with Mrs. Danielle Debaillion stepping down, who is going to be the referee for the bout?

Before Jim can give his co-commentator an answer--

“The Demons Hate You”

“The Demons Hate You”
“The Demons Hate You”

--the fans come to life as the opening dialogue from "Triumph of the King Freak" by Rob Zombie blares across the arena and Jansen Myrrh's graphic appears on the tron! Both Cross and Kusanagi look towards the entrance with expressions that simply express “what the fuck?”

Nick Hanson & Jim Reynolds: NO WAY!!

♫♫♫King Freak gathering the brains of hyenas

King Freak drinking blood in the arena

King Freak taste the vectors of disease
King Freak destroy you while you're on your knees
We ain't your execution
We ain't your head pollution
We ain't your flock of sheep
We ain't your minds to read♫♫♫

Jansen Myrrh's name comes across the screen as her music continues to play. Jansen Myrrh finally steps out of the shadows as she carries a cue stick with her. She glances from one side of the arena to the next and then just shakes her head in disgust as behind her. She finally strides down towards the ring. She’s sporting a black shirt that reads “I’m the fuckin’ ref!” with the addition of a leather jacket. She steps up into the ring, sets her cue stick in one of the vacant corners before she moves from one side of the ring to the next and flips off the crowd. There’s a mixed reaction to her surprise return, one that she doesn’t care too much for. She shakes her head until she finally removes her jacket, tosses it out of the ring and sneers at both the champion and the challenger.

Jim Reynolds: That Bitch!

Nick Hanson: Jansen Myrrh is back in New Frontier Wrestling -- and she’s the special guest referee!

Jim Reynolds: But that’s… not a referee’s shirt.

Nick Hanson: Are you gonna go and tell her that, Jim?

Jim Reynolds: ...no...

Damon Cross and Yukiko Kusanani look towards one another before they look at Jansen Myrrh. There’s a surprising burst of loud cheers as Danni Anderson AND Leina Rael-Anderson step through the curtains. There’s some hesitation from Danni, but she guides her daughter down the ramp and over to the commentary table. Without a word, Leina takes a seat next to Nick and fixes on a commentator’s headset! A cute giggle escapes Danni’s lips before she moves around the outside of the ring by her husband’s side.

Nick Hanson: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we’ve had a plethora of guests at our table, including a raccoon, so why not--

Jim Reynolds: --a little brat?! No way! Was THIS our boss’s secret plan?!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Hey, can you hear me?

Nick Hanson: We sure can, Leina!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Okay, good. Shut the f*ck up, Jimmy!

That’s sure to get a laugh out of the streaming viewers! Jim shoots a glare at Leina, who grins out of sheer pride, and Nick just laughs. Back in the ring, Yukiko glares at Danni, but Damon doesn’t even wait for Jansen to signal for the bell before he pre-emptively attacks Yukiko! There’s a rush of overflowing anger from the God of Ascension as he strikes Yukiko with vicious punches and kicks. Despite the illegality of using closed fists, Jansen lets it go and casually gestures for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding!

Jansen retrieves the World Heavyweight Championship belt and hands it to one of the ringside officials. Slightly taken aback, Yukiko looks to escape Damon’s wrath and traverses along the ropes. Damon forces Yukiko into one of the corners of the ring with a couple of knee shots to her abdomen, then he grabs the sides of the ropes and drives his shoulder against her midsection, trapping her against the turnbuckles. Jansen looks on for a brief moment before she begins to count against Damon who keeps driving his shoulder into Yukiko. He breaks away right before the five-count and backpedals -- only to rush Yukiko with a corner high knee!

Yukiko slumps against the corner for a moment, while Jansen gets in Damon’s face and the two of them stare down in the middle of the ring. There’s no love lost between the two of them; the fans clearly remember their last encounter at-- coincidentally-- Reckoning Day II! With a scoff, Damon moves in to seize Yukiko and drives her onto the mat with a snap suplex. Despite this, Yukiko is… laughing! Damon turns over and stalks her like a predator would do his prey. He forces her to sit up in the center of the ring and shin kicks her in the back once, twice, thrice! She’s laughing through the pain; he narrows his eyes and shakes his head.

Leina Rael-Anderson: What’s with the crazy a** b*tch?

Jim Reynolds: Careful! She sees you when you’re sleeping, she knows when you’re awake...

Leina Rael-Anderson: Don’t give me that crap, Jimmy.

Lifting her up, Damon takes Yukiko up and over with a Greco-Roman throw, but Yukiko lands on her feet! She immediately lashes out at Damon with open-handed palm strikes and knife-edge chops across the chest. Damon’s wincing before he’s sent towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Yukiko ducks under his attempt at a counter clothesline, then she tries to level him with a yakuza kick, but Damon evades and rebounds against the ropes. He builds up enough speed to hit her with a sudden dropkick that sends her through the ropes and out of the ring. From the outside, Danni watches her husband grab hold of the top rope and glare down at Yukiko who’s staggering to get to her feet. Without warning, Damon springboards off the top rope and crash lands on Yukiko with “White Redemption” (Springboard Swanton Bomb)! The fans are absolutely crazy about it, roaring with cheers!

The Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Nick Hanson: White Redemption to the outside! What elevation!

Jim Reynolds: This isn’t how the match is supposed to go!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Way to go, Pops!

As one of Cross’s biggest fans, his stepdaughter cheers him on! Jansen looks on from the inside of the ring, watching Cross get to his feet. A camera gets a closer look at Kusanagi who’s trying to shake off the cobwebs. She’s forced to her feet by the World Heavyweight Champion and rolled into the ring. Cross follows after her and goes for the cover, hooking the leg. To the surprise of many, Myrrh actually counts:

One!

Two!

Thr-- Kusanagi gets her shoulder up!

Regardless of the two-count, Anderson claps for her husband on the outside to encourage him. Myrrh rolls her eyes and continues to officiate the match. Cross pulls Kusanagi to her feet and sends her towards another corner of the ring with an Irish whip. He’s quick to follow up with a yakuza kick and stuns her. Kusanagi’s in a daze, while Cross ascends to the middle ropes and begins to lay into her with overhead punches. The fans count out loud--

The Crowd: ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!!

Cross smirks, a dark glower in his eyes. Before he can step down, however, Kusanagi retaliates in a way he doesn’t expect -- and delivers a low blow!

Nick Hanson: Oh, come on! There was no need for that!

Jim Reynolds: Desperate times call for desperate measures! Hope you weren’t expecting a baby brother or sister, Leina! HAHA!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Yo, that’s f*cked up! I call bullsh*t!

Even the fans disapprove of this illegal move, booing loudly. Cross grimaces and stumbles onto the mat in agony. Myrrh saw what just transpired, glaring at Kusanagi who’s taking the time to catch her breath… and That Bitch shrugs it off! Anderson frowns and calls foul, but Myrrh won’t signal for the disqualification. The nearby camera’s mic picks up her words: “Do you REALLY think either of them wants to end this on a DQ?!” Anderson is well aware of the answer and she calls out to her husband. After a brief respite, Kusanagi steps up to the top turnbuckle and launches herself, hitting Cross with her signature Top-Rope Double Footstomp! He coughs up, the oxygen driven out of his lungs, and suddenly he’s covered--

One!

Two!!

Cross kicks out!

Leering, Kusanagi rises to her feet. She then rebounds against the ropes and catches Cross with a running shooting star press. She goes for the cover again and hooks the leg--

One!

Two!!

Once again, Cross kicks out!

Kusanagi is quick to mount Cross, seize his long wavy locks of hair, and begin to throw punches at his face. Cross is able to block a couple of shots with his arms, though her fist manages to catch his left eye. Myrrh counts out loud, and when she reaches “five!”, she pulls Kusanagi off of Cross. Kusanagi rises to her feet and glares at Myrrh, the two of them staring each other down. The fans look on and begin to chant--

The Crowd: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

To the disappointment of many, Yukiko decides against her primal urges and focuses on Damon. She forces him to his feet and lashes out with a forceful Ishii throat chop! Damon’s eyes widen and he sputters, his Adam’s apple taking the blow. He has to gasp for air -- only for Yukiko to send him over the top rope and out of the ring with a clothesline.

Leina Rael-Anderson: W-what the?!

Jim Reynolds: It doesn’t matter who you are; if your Adam’s apple is hit, that shit hurts!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Does it… really hurt that bad?

Nick Hanson: Unfortunately, it does, Li.

On the outside, Damon is coughing, trying to regain precious oxygen. Danielle rushes to his side and checks on him, the worry clear on her facial features. Yukiko glares from inside of the ring and backpedals from the ropes… Helped onto his feet, Damon slightly grips his neck -- and he pushes his wife out of the way before Yukiko crashes into him with a suicide plancha! The nearby fans are raving, Danni’s eyes widen in shock and disbelief, and Jansen leans against the top rope for a better look. Damon is on the padded floor, while Yukiko rises to her feet. She swiftly performs a Cazador roll into a double knee drop on Damon’s ribs, knocking more air out of him! The fans boo as Damon turns on his side in pain, trying to draw in breath.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Jansen’s not counting. She doesn’t want the match to end because of a disqualification or countout. This may be disadvantageous to the Champion in the long run. Danni helplessly looks on, refusing to interfere with the match despite this predicament. She watches her husband turn over and begin to crawl away. He’s trying to get some distance from Yukiko who’s watching him with deep-seated hunger in her eyes. Slow to get to his feet, it’s almost like Damon has no idea where he is. He pulls himself up using the ring apron, but Yukiko refuses to give him a break and she lunges forward, catching Damon with a vicious spinning back elbow that sends him crashing into the steel steps!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Sh*t! C’mon, Pops… Get up!

Jim Reynolds: If your old man’s smart, he’ll stay down! HA!

Nick Hanson: Be nice, Jim!

Yukiko stares down at Damon who’s slumped against the steel steps. She then looks up to the Collision commentary team, in particular, their little guest, and a sick grin forms on her face. Yukiko grabs ahold of Damon and pulls him to his feet. Moving in their direction, Yukiko suddenly drives Damon headfirst into the steel ringpost not once but twice! Damon falls onto the floor, all the while Yukiko cackles evilly. Reaching down, she seizes the God of Ascension by his hair and pulls him up, revealing the bleeding gash on his forehead.

Nick Hanson: Despicable! Yukiko’s taking this too far!

Jim Reynolds: And “Miss Murder” isn’t doing anything to stop it!

Even when Anderson yells at Myrrh to do something, Myrrh shakes her head. Kusanagi drags Cross over to the commentary table, shoving his bleeding face in close proximity of his newfound stepdaughter whose face expresses both anger and sickness.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Pretty, pretty…?

Leina Rael-Anderson: !!

Myrrh narrows her eyes. Before Anderson rushes at Kusanagi, Myrrh intervenes and forces Kusanagi to release Cross. Once again, the women glare at each other, Myrrh shouting a few obscenities at the Demolition Angel. She doesn’t seem to be okay with the woman’s attempt to scare the little girl. Kusanagi interrupts her with a rude pie-to-the-face hand gesture, but Myrrh doesn’t take this lying down; she bites Kusanagi’s nose!

Jim Reynolds: HEY!

Kusanagi shoves Myrrh back, the latter spitting to the side with a smirk.

Nick Hanson: Now that’s what I call “taking a bite out of the competition”-- whoa! Li--!

Furious, Rael-Anderson stands from her chair with her fists up--

Leina Rael-Anderson: Y-you don’t scare me, b*tch! SQUARE UP!

--but her mother quickly dashes over and stops her from going after Kusanagi. Kusanagi, who glowers at Myrrh, but before SHE can retaliate, Cross catches her with a swift kick to the midsection and plants her onto the cold, hard floor with Eric Donavan’s “Dragonfire DDT” (Double-Arm DDT)! The fans are going wild at Cross’s desperation! Anderson and their daughter are in awe; even Myrrh is a little impressed. Both the Champion and the Challenger are down, blood trailing down Cross’s face. There’s even blood from Kusanagi’s nose -- either from the bite, the DDT, or hell, both! Myrrh steps in and pulls Kusanagi to her feet, rolling her into the ring. Anderson hesitates for a brief moment before she carefully pulls her husband up, helping him back in after Kusanagi. Once Myrrh is back in the ring, and Anderson moves back to Cross’s corner on the outside, Little Miss Rael sits back down next to Hanson.

Leina Rael-Anderson: Yeah, you take that Dragonfire DDT and like it, Yuki!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, that’s rude! Don’t insult someone when they’re down!

Nick Hanson: You’re one to talk, Jim! Welcome back, Li! Are you okay?

Leina Rael-Anderson: Peachy.

There’s some wherewithal from Cross who turns over and covers Kusanagi, hooking the leg! Myrrh actually counts--

One!

Two!!

Yet Kusanagi kicks out!

Cross sits up onto his knees, grabbing his head in disbelief, while Kusanagi rolls away from him, perhaps just in an effort to turn onto her side. Cross gets to his feet and reaches for Kusanagi, starting to pull her up to her feet. He hooks his arms underneath hers, calling for another "Dragonfire DDT", but Kusanagi shakes one arm free and surprises him with a European Uppercut! Cross staggers and Kusanagi starts throwing knife-edge chops. With each chop she gives, she receives a “WHOOOOOOOO” from the fans as the sound of bare hand-on-bare chest resounds throughout the arena. Kusanagi backs up then lunges in with a big Strong Style forearm to the jaw, but Cross remains on his feet, swaying like he’s about to fall. Kusanagi turns and hits the ropes, running back at Cross who surprisingly catches her around the waist, uses her momentum against her, and tosses her up overhead with a Greco-Roman Toss!! Kusanagi hits the mat but shocks the crowd as she rolls through the landing and rises up onto her feet!

Nick Hanson: Whoa-hoa, wait! Challenger’s not down!!

Jim Reynolds: How the hell?!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Ohsh*t-- Pops, look out!

Kusanagi runs in and hits a vicious rolling neck snap as Cross sits up out of the suplex and he goes back down, holding his neck and kicking the mat in aggravated agony. Wasting no time, Kusanagi climbs up the turnbuckle, hissing through her teeth with that anger she’s known for. She throws a double middle finger down at Cross and makes the leap, coming down with a second, more brutal Double Foot Stomp straight onto his ribs! The Crossroads Demon coughs and sputters, once again struggling for air. The Angel of Darkness throws herself over and hooks the leg; Jansen Myrrh drops down!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO!!

Cross throws all of his weight up and gets his shoulder off the mat. Oh, it must hurt to breathe! Kusanagi falls back to the mat and turns over, slamming her fist against the mat like a madwoman! When she comes up onto her knees, there’s an unsettling yet familiar look in her eyes as she slowly stands and turns towards Damon Cross on the mat. She doesn’t move to get him to his feet. She just stands behind him and sets her feet--

Nick Hanson: Oh no, this could be it! We know what that stance means!

Jim Reynolds: Yukiko may have lost her mind, but Damon’s about to lose his head!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Sh*t! Pops, evasive maneuvers!

--and as Damon turns, Yukiko pivots on her foot!! STEEL FEATHER-- WAIT, NO!!! Cross ducks low, letting the foot soar over his head!! Kusanagi winds up with her back to him! He steps in and snatches her up, delivering a tombstone-styled WEIGHT OF THE WORLD (Omega Driver)!! Cross SPIKES Kusanagi right on top of her head and she hits the mat, completely motionless. Danielle rallies the fans in support of her husband. Damon falls back onto the mat, heaving for breath as he turns himself around and pushes Yukiko onto her back, hooking the leg!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE?!

YE--WAIT NO!!!

Kusanagi kicks out as though her body is suddenly jolted back to life and Cross rolls off of her in even greater disbelief. Even Anderson can't believe it! Yukiko rolls onto her side and the camera zooms in on her face, showing that she has a glazed, faraway look in her silver-like eyes that says she doesn’t know where she is exactly.

Nick Hanson: How the hell is she still able to continue?!

Jim Reynolds: I can hardly believe it, myself!! Li, I don’t think your pops knows what to think in there!

Leina Rael-Anderson: OBJECTION! Um… what do you use when your limit break doesn't work?!

Cross pauses for a moment as he sits up again. He looks between Kusanagi and the turnbuckle. What’s he thinking now? The champion slowly fights his way up to his feet and steps through the ropes, onto the apron, beginning to climb up. Inside the ring, Jansen Myrrh appears to be doing her designated duties and making sure that Yukiko Kusanagi can even keep on going in this match. Yukiko reaches up weakly and takes hold of the guest referee’s t-shirt, beginning to pull herself up. Jansen resists just a little but not enough to really get Kusanagi’s hands off of her uniform… or whatever you wanna call a black t-shirt and jeans.

Jansen Myrrh: Hey! Hands off the ref, bitch!

But Kusanagi keeps using Jansen for support while Cross makes it up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd starts chanting and clapping, getting fully behind their champion as he seems to be calling for a modified "White Redemption" but all of a sudden, Kusanagi shoves Jansen Myrrh back into the ropes and Cross loses his balance, falling down with the turnbuckle hitting him hard between the legs!

Nick Hanson: AHHHHHH, NOOOO!!!

Jim Reynolds: Guess there’s still some bad blood between Cross and Myrrh!

Nick Hanson: The hell are you talking about?!

Jim Reynolds: You saw what she just did!!

Nick Hanson: Yukiko pushed her!!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Yeah, Nicky's right! This is bullsh*t! I'D LIKE A BABY BROTHER OR SISTER ONE OF THESE DAYS!

Cross sits, straddling the turnbuckle with his face twisted in pain. For the second time tonight, the crown jewels have felt no mercy! His wife is helpless to do anything, trying to call out to him. Meanwhile, Kusanagi scrambles up to her feet. Jansen Myrrh steps up with a middle finger in Kusanagi’s face, warning her about laying another hand on her, but Kusanagi pushes past her and moves in for the kill! She twists around and this time she nails it!! STEEL FEATHER!! Damon’s head snaps to the side, and as he starts to tip forward, Yukiko steps in and catches him against her shoulder as she steps up onto the middle turnbuckle. Yukiko starts holding Damon and pulling him up as she steps up onto the turnbuckle, carefully starting to work him across her shoulders into a Fireman’s Carry and--

Nick Hanson: Uhhhhhhh!!!! What in god’s name is she doing?!

Jim Reynolds: Can she even lift him from up there?!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Don’t you drop my Pops, b*tch!

Jim Reynolds: That may be the point, actually…

Leina Rael-Anderson: Hey, Jimmy! Get bent!

Nick Hanson: Folks, I don’t think I like where this is going!! LOOK OUT!!

--Kusanagi dives off of the top turnbuckle, tossing Damon off of her shoulders, delivering a jaw-dropping, BLOOD ANGEL (Fireman’s Carry Powerbomb) from the top turnbuckle!! Cross actually bounces once from the impact, as does Kusanagi as she falls over onto her side, putting a hand to her lower back. Still, she manages to drag herself over and make a cover on Cross, struggling to hook the far leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEEEEEE?!

THREE-NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yukiko can’t believe it again and falls on her side again, burying her face into the mat. We can’t tell if she’s crying from frustration or laughing from hysterics. Cross lays flat on his back and now it’s the champion who has that eye glazed look on his face. He starts turning over, slowly. Kusanagi forces herself to sit up, slowly turning her eyes on her target again. It’s hard to tell if that look in them is one of murder or an odd sense of respect for a fellow warrior. She picks herself up and moves on him like a shark who smells blood in the water. As Damon starts crawling towards the ropes, needing something to pick himself up, Kusanagi grabs him by his feet and proceeds to twists his legs up in an STF setup--

Nick Hanson: Oh no, here we go! We know what this maneuver is, as well!!!!

Jim Reynolds: If ya can’t pin him, then fucking make him tap!!!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Grrr! Don’t give up, Pops!

--and Kusanagi bends herself back, bridging into an Inverted STF, wrenching Cross’ neck back just before he can reach for the ropes. Jansen Myrrh gets down low to check if he wants to submit or not, but Cross just growls out in pain as he reaches for the bottom rope, not quite able to catch it! Suddenly, Yukiko shifts her grip in the submission hold and digs her index fingers into the corners of Damon’s mouth, applying pressure and effectively turning a regular Inverted STF into her finishing submission, "50 Shades of Pain"!!! Damon screams in pain. Yukiko screams in anger. She wrenches back more as Damon reeeeeeeeaches out as far as he can for the bottom rope!! His fingers can just barely brush it and he draws his hand back, raising it up like he’s about to give up and tap. Jansen Myrrh leans in, asking him again. Damon balls that hand into a trembling fist.

Nick Hanson: C’mon, Damon!!! C’mon champ!!!

Jim Reynolds: He’s gonna tap!!! Tap out, Damon!! You know she’ll rip your face off!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Shut up, Jimmy!! Don’t give up, Pops!

Danielle calls out to her husband in hopes that her voice will reach him, inspire him somehow. Damon’s hand opens up again, hovering over the mat, still shaking until. . .

FINALLY, he makes one last effort and throws his arm out enough that he shifts his and Yukiko’s weight forward, and this allows him to grab the bottom rope!!!

Nick Hanson: He’s got it!! That’s a rope break!!

Jim Reynolds: Damn it!

Leina Rael-Anderson: WOOT WOOT!!

Kusanagi doesn’t release immediately and makes Jansen count to four before, instead of reaching five, Jansen just stands up and shoves Yukiko over with her boot. The crowd reacts, anticipating a brawl breaking out as Kusanagi gets to her feet, steps over Damon, and gets up in Jansen’s face again, and the two start jaw-jacking some more. Kusanagi shoves Myrrh and the crowd gets louder. Myrrh steps in and shoves Kusanagi right back and she almost trips over Damon!! Kusanagi fumes, balling up her fists and looking down. Jansen Myrrh spreads her arms out--

Jansen Myrrh: Fuck you gonna do?!

--and Kusanagi hits her with a STEEL FEATHER out of nowhere!!!! Jansen hits the mat, not quite out but definitely down for a count as Kusanagi turns her attention back to Cross and starts putting the boots on her opponent. Despite this, Damon starts pulling himself up on the ropes so Kusanagi switches to forearms and double axe handles until Cross is on his feet. She turns him around, leaning him back against the ropes, and starts laying in with the Knife Edge Chops. After several of these, she turns and charges up her feet again, letting out a guttural scream as she runs across the ring. Kusanagi comes back off the ropes--

Yukiko Kusanagi: KUROSUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!

--and the God of Collision pushes off of the ropes, intercepting her in the center of the ring! Cross pops her up into the air and catches her on his shoulders as he drops down!! WHITE THUNDER BOMB (Pop-Up Sit-Out Powerbomb)!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!!!

Damon holds the legs and leans in to make the cover, but wait! There’s no referee!!! Damon looks around as he realizes Jansen isn’t making the count and looks over to see her on her side, nursing her jaw. He lets Kusanagi’s legs go and crawls over to check on Jansen Myrrh, shaking her. Jansen rolls onto her back and, Jansen being Jansen, sluggishly waves Cross off and even pats him on the face to assure that she’s fine. Damon doesn’t linger on the gesture because he remembers Jansen’s odd, unpredictable behavior. As he starts turning back to Kusanagi, however, she’s getting back up on her feet!! Cross sees this and shoots for a Discus Lariat!! Kusanagi ducks and catches his arm into a hammerlock behind his back as she goes to lift him up for the Boseki Driver (Hammerlock Tombstone Piledriver)!

Nick Hanson: Boseki Driver!!! She’s going for the Boseki Driver!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Are you serious?!

Leina Rael-Anderson: Yo, she can't lift, bro! Right?! Oh f*ck!

Kusanagi strains, even screams out as she gets Cross up off of his feet. The crowd starts to “WhooooooOOOOOAAAAAAA” as she gets him up onto her shoulder!! All she has to do is shift his weight down to get him in front of her but Cross kicks his legs, writhes enough to break away, and slips free!! He lands behind her and shoves her into the ropes! Kusanagi comes off of them, rearing back her arm for a clothesline, but Cross catches her in the stomach with a boot!! He hooks an arm around her head and wraps one her hers around his, lifts her up, and pings her legs off of the top rope!! BLACK CRUCIFIXION (Slingshot Sit-Out Suplex Slam) on Kusanagi BUT WAIT!!! The Redeemer doesn’t simply go for a cover!! Through sheer adrenaline, Cross twists around and ensnares Kusanagi in “Father’s Sin” (Half-Nelson Choke/Katahajime) in the dead center of the ring!! Finally coming to, Myrrh checks on the situation, watching Kusanagi writhe and struggle to break away. Alas, there’s nowhere for her to go. Cross tightens the chokehold and screams--

Damon Cross: SAY MY NAME!

Yukiko Kusanagi: 番号！絶対に！

--but Kusanagi refuses! Despite how exhausted she is, she won’t give Cross the satisfaction. Myrrh inquires about Kusanagi’s surrender, but all she receives is a raging scream.

Nick Hanson: Damon has Father’s Sin locked in!

Jim Reynolds: Yukiko, babe, you might want to NOT scream while you’re in a chokehold! You need the air!

Leina Rael-Anderson: It’s over, Yuki! Just tap out!

Looking on from the outside, Anderson places her hands together in prayer. She sees the madness in her husband’s eyes and nervously bites down on her lower lip. The fans are rallying behind Cross in full support who applies more pressure on Kusanagi. Even when Myrrh asks again, Kusanagi continues to fight, trying to roll them over. Her legs kick a little before she tries to extend her right foot towards the bottom rope. Cross, however, torques the hold and keeps Kusanagi in place. The bottom rope is mere inches away, but she can’t reach it. After what feels like an eternity, Kusanagi closes her eyes and her body goes limp. Myrrh takes note of this and signals for the bell keeper to do his job.

Ding, ding, ding!

Jim Reynolds: Dammit, she was so close, but Yukiko didn’t tap out, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: No, she did not, Jim! You have to give her credit for that, folks!

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match… AND STILL the NFW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Crossroads Demon” DAMONNNN CROSS!

The fans are alive with cheers! Yet despite the ringing of the bell and the Collision ring announcer’s declaration? Damon has NOT released Yukiko! Jansen realizes this and immediately yells at Damon to let her go, but he refuses. She even tries to pry him off, but he’s still not letting go of Yukiko!

Leina Rael-Anderson: C’mon, Pops. That’s enough...

The little lady’s concern is shared with her mother, who rapidly shakes her head and enters the ring. Danielle’s quick to place her hands on Damon, while Jansen grabs hold of his arm and begins to force it away from Yukiko’s neck.

Nick Hanson: There’s still darkness within him-- hey! Leina?

Jim Reynolds: Where are you going, ya little scamp?!

There’s no verbal response from Leina as she swiftly removes her headset and climbs into the ring. She moves over to Damon’s side and cries out--

Leina Rael-Anderson: DAD, STOP!

Damon lifts his head up at the sound of Leina’s voice, wild-eyed at first. However, seeing the gentle face of his stepdaughter, actually pleading for him to let go does something to him and he seems to snap out of his maddened state. Finally, he releases Yukiko of his own volition and lets her lay flat on the mat. The Demolition Angel is completely out and unresponsive. Nonpoint’s “Done It Anyway” comes on over the PA system as Damon Cross gets to his feet. Danni Anderson takes the World Heavyweight Championship belt from the timekeeper, taking a moment to gaze down at it before looking up at her husband and placing it over his shoulder. Damon takes the belt and lifts it up in the air, relishing in his victory before putting an arm around Danni and another around little Leina. Jansen Myrrh continues checking on Yukiko Kusanagi, granted in her own way, as she gives little slaps to the woman’s face. When Yukiko finally starts to stir, Jansen shoots the ring doctor a thumbs up.

Jansen Myrrh: She’ll live…

Nick Hanson: Well, folks, I think Jansen Myrrh’s gonna just leave it at that.

Jim Reynolds: Some referee she turned out to be!

Nick Hanson: Little bit of questionable judgement on some instances but she did alright, I think!

Jansen says almost dismissively before suddenly and abruptly rolling out of the ring and leaving towards the walkway to the stage. She gives a lazy thumbs up towards Damon Cross before making her exit.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah sure, and Leina was an outstanding commentator. Gimme a break, Nicky.

Nick Hanson: Hey, I loved having her on commentary! I’d like to have her with us again sometime!

Jim Reynolds: Give me a heads up so I can call in sick.

“Done It Anyway” continues to play as Damon celebrates in the ring with his family. Yukiko Kusanagi just lays there on the mat, near the corner, one hand over her eyes. Her other hand balls into a fist. This is and Damon’s celebration is the final shot of the show as the credits roll and we start to go off the air….

Nick Hanson: And that’s our show, ladies and gentlemen! We’re so glad you could join us and we hope you enjoyed it! For Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson!! So long, folks!

Jim Reynolds: Seeya next week, motherfuckers!!

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