NFW Trauma #46 - 08/07/2021!

We open to show something quite unexpected. We see what appears to be the living room of a lavish home. On the couch centered in frame is none other than the Demon King, Anton Crowley. He is dressed far more casually than is his norm. He is wearing a pair of black pants and a fully opened white dress shirt. His normally vibrantly tattooed chest and stomach is covered with bruises in varying states of healing. Also noticeable in some of the lighter spots are stitches and small, scabbed over cuts. His usually pale face is also similarly marked with cuts, bruises, and a couple of stitches.

He adjusted slightly on the couch, which brought a slight grimace of pain to his sinister features. In the background we can see Tia Santos and Faust helping Anton be comfortable and have everything he needs. Kate Bass entered the frame and lightly sat down next to him.

Anton Crowley: It takes far more than that to kill the Demon King.

That well known smirk curled Anton’s lips.

Anton Crowley: I survived five attempts to take my title. Five ingrates tried to take down their King. Then, after all of that, a thief came and stole what belonged to me. She thought she could come like a thief in the night to steal from the King. She smelled blood and thought she had easy pickings. But the King was not dead. She thought it would be a breeze to come in and take what was mine with little effort. But she learned that was a mistake.

Anton chuckled and grimaced.

Anton Crowley: She saw that it takes far more than what was done to take down the King. That even when on death’s doorstep I am still a threat. I am still the King. She knows that had she entered ANY other time in that match that she wouldn’t have walked out with MY title. That if I were at anything but less than ten percent she stood no chance. Know this, thief, the King will be taking back what you stole. You will get exactly what a thief deserves. A beating and destruction. So enjoy your meaningless, barely won, victory. The King shall be back for you.

Anton adjusted slightly.

Anton Crowley: But there were more people who partook in my attempted destruction. Let’s go in the order of their entrants into the match shall we?

Anton sat up slightly with a wince.

Anton Crowley: Derrick Vayden. The man who wanted the world to burn thought it was wise to try and immolate a demon. It’s obvious he didn’t think that stipulation through. Though I did make sure he started off as the one to burn. The world is burning now, isn’t Vayden? That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? I just helped you be the first one to burn. I get that you are upset you failed in the face of the King. That is understandable. I could also almost forgive your pathetic little jab on social media I saw after waking up. You failed miserably so you have to take your shots where you can get them. Typical of pathetic wretches who fail.

Anton slowly waved his hand dismissively.

Anton Crowley: Mr. Dixon. The man who wanted to be locked in a cage with the Demon King. That is laudable if not also a bit foolish. You showed your bravery. You showed that you are willing to stand against the Demon King. Laudable indeed. But in the end, the outcome was the same as it always would have been. Bravery cannot overcome a clouded mind. You were so worried about La Silencia recognizing my position that you took offense to it. It’s a shame, really, Nathan. You could have been such a challenge. An actual threat to me. Maybe one day you can focus enough. Maybe one day we can have the battle I know you can bring.

Tia brought Anton a glass of water. He took it from her and took a sip. She then took it back from him and sat it on the coffee table in front of him.

Anton Crowley: What can I say about Cherry Addams. She didn’t want to be there yet still she showed up. She wanted chaos and violence. She gave as much as she got. Of everyone in this match, she has earned the respect of the King. She is welcome in my domain. She could have easily shown up and then turned and walked out. But she still fought.

With a bit of effort, ANton lightly clapped his hands and nodded his head.

Anton Crowley: Ms. Vebbins. Where do I begin with you? You stood up when you stood no chance. You took your beating like a professional and moved on. Not much more I can say about you. Learn your lesson and do not step to the King again.

Anton shrugged slightly.

Anton Crowley: Kasey Kash. The kid with the heart of gold. Stepped to the Demon King to try and make his father proud. You came close, kid. But you aren’t ready yet. Learn your lesson. Come back when you think you can stand to the King again.

Anton grimaced and clenched his jaw.

Anton Crowley: Five people tried their best to take out the Demon King. They all took their shots. They all missed. I’m still standing. I’m still breathing. I am done with most of you. All but the thief. She will get what she has coming. The false Amazon will reap what she has sown. A tiger hide would go well with the lion one I have. Long. Live. The King.

Once Anton finished speaking he laid his head back. A soft growl came from him and both Kate and Tia looked at him with concern. The scene then fades.

Ana Evans v. Trixie Decker

As soon as the bell rings, Ana Evans meets Trixie Decker in the middle of the ring. The two stare each other down until Evans offers a handshake. The two shake hands, showing respect, then start exchanging punches. The crowd is almost evenly split between the both of them, the majority supporting the veteran Trixie! When Ana readies for another strike, Trixie springboards back onto her hands and pelé kicks Evans in the jaw staggering her in the process! The audience roar with approval, followed up by Trixie jumping over the ropes onto the apron to catch Evans in a spectacular springboard dropkick! Evans rolls inside out and tumbles onto her back while Trixie raises her arms in triumph! Stepping into the corner, she gestures Ana Evens to climb to her feet, attempting to bait the larger competitor into running at her at top speed. Once Ana did, Trixie pulls herself up by the ropes and wraps her legs around her inexperienced adversary’s neck to lean over the ropes to lock in the tarantula by grabbing both feet. Ana Evans squirms, shouting in pain before Ana gets free. She runs at the ropes, bounces off, runs back, and hits a sliding dropkick to Trixie’s head as hard as she can! It knocks her off the apron altogether.

With Ana Evans in the ring, she doesn’t waste time hitting Trixie Decker with a beautiful shooting star plancha from inside the ring to the outside. The two slowly climb back to their feet to the sounds of the supporters around them only for Ana Evans to receive jeers when she slams Decker’s face into the barricade. Then, she Irish whips Trixie into the steel steps when— Reversal! Trixie gracefully jumps onto the top of the steel steps, jumps back for a diving spinning clothesline all in one seamless movement, only for that to be caught by Ana Evans’ fireman’s carry! Everyone in their seats stands to witness the drop that led to Decker’s skull connecting with Evan’s knee that bounces her back into the steel steps! This devastating maneuver which Ana refers to as Heartbroken sure matches the looks on Trixie’s fans’ faces in the audience. The ugly sight lasts for quite a while until Ana rolls Decker back into the ring before the count of eight.

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall! Ana Evans!!!

Andrew Payne: A dominant victory by Ana Evans!

Miranda Augustino: That’s how you do things when you’re Full of Heart!

We cut away from the previous shot to….

Kensaku Rodell KONICHIWA, YOU BEAUTIFUL BASTARDS!!!!

NFW Interviewer, Kensaku Rodell b.k.a Sleazy Rodeezy is right up in the camera, almost startling viewers before he steps back, revealing he’s in the locker room hallway. Behind him, we can see the door with the name “S.B.S” on it.

Kensaku Rodell HEY YO, WHAT’S GOOD?! IT’S YA BOY RODEEZY! WE UP IN THIS BITCH TRYNNA TALK TO SOME OF THEM SUPER BAD BITCHES!! AND BY THAT I MEAN THE SUPER BITCH SQUAD!!! LEMME FIND MY MANNERS FROM THE MOTHERLAND BEC--

Before Ken can get the rest of his sentence out, the door is yanked open and Kaede Tanabe comes storming out in one of her finest, skirt suits. Powder blue with a black under top. Her hair’s on point. Makeup’s looking flawless. Eyelashes and nails on fleek. However, her mood is less than fabulous. She brings up her hand, almost looking like she’s ready to gouge Ken’s eyes out with her nails.

Kaede Tanabe: What...in the HELL...is your problem?! Why are you so loud?!

Ken looks at the camera with a sly smile on his face and waves his hand like he’s fanning himself. He mouths “Yowza” before he looks back at Kaede and notices she’s still staring daggers right through him. When he meets her gaze she lifts her eyebrows and shrugs up one hand as if asking him for an answer.

Kensaku Rodell Ah. Tanabe-san.

Ken suddenly speaks in a much lower, smoother tone and gives a polite bow.

Kensaku Rodell Chūdan o yurushitekudasai. Watashi wa anata no kuraianto ga kon'ya motte iru shiai ni tsuite anata ni ikutsu ka no shitsumon o shitai to omoimashita.

Kaede’s posture relaxes and she closes her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose before waving her hand in a circle.

Kaede Tanabe: Daijōbu. Isoide kudasai.

Kensaku throws the horns and sticks his tongue out at the camera before going right back to that calm demeanor with Kaede.

Kensaku Rodell On'nanoko-tachi ga kisoiau no o mitekara hisashiburidesu. Karera wa dono yō ni kanjite imasu ka?

Kaede Tanabe: Hisashiburidesuga sabide wa arimasen. Karera wa tsuneni junbi ga dekite imasu. Sore ga karera no seikō no kagidesu.

Kaede is back to the calm, cool headed woman we’re used to seeing. Ken nods to her response.

Kensaku Rodell Kōnbureddomafia ni tsuite nanika komento wa arimasu ka? Biggubaba ni nani ga okotta no ka ni tsuite no kangae wa dōdesu ka? Ōku no hito ga Manchīnishinjikēto no kōdō ni hijō ni hara o tatete iru yōdesu.

The Gyaru Diva looks up and rolls her eyes at the ceiling.

Kaede Tanabe: Marude kono basho o shoyū shite iru ka no yō ni yattekuru to omotte iru itariahito no koto o shinpai suru ijō no koto o shinakereba narimasen. Watashi wa karera no kurasu o sonchō shimasuga, karera wa watashitachi ga daredearu ka o manabu no ga kenmeideshou.

Ken’s eyes go wide and he looks at the camera in a look of purely mock surprise. Kaede pulls the mic towards her mouth again, bringing up that hand to do her little sassy finger point at the camera.

Kaede Tanabe: Kōnbureddomafia wa dōdesu ka? Biggubaba no chūshajō saizu no gaku ni hamaki ga moeru no ga warui to omounara, kon'ya nani ga okoru ka ga wakaru made shibaraku mattekudasai!

Before Ken gets another word out, Kaede turns abruptly to him, forces a smile and places her hands together in front of her.

Kaede Tanabe: Now! Rodell-san.

Kensaku Rodell Oh, please, Sugar Britches. Call me, Ken!

Ken licks his pinky and wipes his eyebrows. Kaede cringes back a bit like she’s afraid of catching something.

Kaede Tanabe: First off? Don’t ever...EVER...call me Sugar Britches. Again. Second? I really need to go. I have to make sure my girls are ready? You know? So...please? If you could? Leave. Shoo! Go on!

She waves him off with her hands. Ken pouts a little bit and sulks off out of frame. Kaede gives an exasperated sigh and pulls a pack of Mevius cigarettes but remembers she’s indoors before she pulls one out. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and looks right into the camera.

Kaede Tanabe: Please, for the love of all that is sweet and innocent: I will give ten million dollars, American, to whoever gets Amy Connors back safely from those Hoodoo Voodoo bitches! Just, please….

She looks down the hall, looks back at the camera, then looks back down the hallway with her arms motioning in the direction Kensaku Rodell walked off in. Kaede looks back at the camera with her arms still extended, stomping her foot.

Kaede Tanabe: ...FUCK!!!

She shrieks before turning around and storming back inside SBS’ locker room and slamming the door behind her.

Andrew Payne: Did you understand a single word of that actual interview?

Miranda Augustino: Don't put that shit on me.
The scene starts with FM Young pacing in front of her personal trophy wall in her home. The Tiger is still bandaged up, wearing a compression shirt over her ribs. She growls in frustration and walks over, yanking the NFW Undisputed Championship out of the trophy case it was placed in on the wall and sets it down on a table in front of the camera while plunking heavily down in a chair behind the table.

FM Young: “I’m honestly not sure where to start with this. It’s been a week and I’ve been pondering over this for all of that time. Just going back and forth, just living with this sense of unease in me. I’m not used to that, it’s been a long ass time since I’ve felt like this or had this much doubt. There’s no two ways around it that I’m disappointed in how all of this went down. Before anyone tries to get things twisted in any knots just let me say that it has nothing to do with Anton’s performance. He fought like a man possessed. Like an actual King trying to defend his kingdom. Anyone who tries to take away from what Anton did is a fool and obviously wasn’t paying attention to the match. He fought through five people successfully. Five brutal matches in a row before it came to the end.

FM shifts forward in her chair. She visibly winces but only slightly as she leans forward and props her elbows up on her knees, hands folded in front of her as she carefully considers her next words.

FM Young: I just, this is about me and how I view myself, my own perceptions and the way they’ve begun to change. A lot of negative things were said in the week before the match. Anton was pushed under a bus by those in the match. He was torn down in ways that a champion shouldn’t have been. All were guilty of that. But Anton showed everyone why he was the Undisputed Champion. He showed just how wrong everyone was about him. When that match started it was unthinkable that he would go the distance. That the Champion could run the gauntlet and come out the other side with his title. He almost did. The Demon King almost shocked the world. But he didn’t and here we all are to live with that for better or worse.

Effy picks at one of her stitches and looks away from the camera for a moment. The NFW Undisputed Championship sitting in front of her, all of her other belts mounted in trophy cases on the wall just behind her. This one seemed to be eating at her bad enough to remove it from the wall for this little speech.

FM Young: I know, I made bad jokes about pawning this thing but it’s truly beautiful. I’m not unhappy to have it, I just like mischief and I was trying to re-enforce that my goal wasn’t to win the belt. I managed too and everyone is right when they say I can’t disrespect it now. I won’t, trust me on that, just give me a little faith that I won’t bring any harm to the company or this belt. So why am I disappointed? Why did this rock my sense of self? I guess, I’ve always thought of myself as this, this monster that could ram my head into anything and get the job done. I have to admit, I did underestimate Anton. I’ve always been ready for my career to end in violence, but I wasn’t ready for it to be done because I couldn’t get the job done. I couldn’t, I don’t feel like I personally did well enough.

Again the woman rocks in her chair, a tick of nerves or maybe a sign of contrition. There’s none of the usual calm fury or overt arrogance to be seen at this moment in time. The big woman, the tiger, simply looks tired but determined.

FM Young: To say it like that takes away from Anton and in no way should anything be taken away from Anton after what he showed at this event. I was angry, rash and arrogant. I didn’t expect to win. I wasn’t even trying to, which again don’t get it twisted I’m not saying I wasn’t trying to fight. You all need to understand that everyone in that match wanted that man dead, very badly, that is what we were trying to do. I couldn’t do that and I’m not used to that result. For once in my career a belt was immaterial, besides the point and in that moment I won a prize I didn’t entirely want and felt like I failed to do what I had set out to do. Anton stopped that from happening. He stood up and looked all of us in the eyes and said ‘no.’

FM turns the belt toward herself, with a pleased smile this time as if letting the words out into the world was helping.

FM Young: That’s what I’ve been wanting to say for a week now, and now looking back it doesn’t feel so much like a failure. I realize I don’t have any pieces to pick up, there’s no great mystery to what I’m supposed to do. I’m going to do what I’ve always done when I’ve had a belt, wear it with pride, be the face of the company that allowed me to fight for it and to hold it. Anton was a good champion, he’s an asshole, and I still think he’s a fucking lying jerk but that’s besides the point. You can be a bad person but a good champion. I want to be the Champion now that NFW deserves from me, I want to make up for the Champion I took away from them. All I’m asking for I suppose is a little faith, even second hand faith will do. Just give me time, let me do what I’m good at, which is fight and lead the best I can. Thank you, all of you for making me realize that I was so lost in all that anger that I turned into something I hate. I’m going to look forward now and find new challenges but I won’t forget this lesson. I won't let my anger decide something should be easy at someone else’s expense.

FM looks much calmer now, more serene as people are more used to seeing her, she looks to the belt, looks to the empty case on her wall with a smile and lets the camera fade out.
As we're back in the arena, we hear the sounds of "Separate Ways" by Journey as the crowd begins going crazy. Out comes none other than the NEW Perseverance Champion, Griffin Hawkins. He holds his new custom Perseverance Title around his shoulder and holds it in the air as pyros all around him go off.

Andrew Payne: Man, what an entrance for the new Perseverance Champion!

Miranda Augustino: Ugh..I can't believe this is really happening. I can't believe this mop headed freak somehow managed to end Cali Kate's historic title reign!

Andrew Payne: Whether you like it or not, he's the Champ now..and look at that new title!

Miranda Augustino: What has he done to the Perseverance Title?!

Andrew Payne: He put his own spin on it!

Miranda Augustino: He turned a beautiful looking belt into some 80s throwback looking freak show! I'm gonna be sick!

He gets in the ring and climbs up on the ropes, raising the title in the air for the world to see. He steps off the ropes and is handed a microphone as the music dies down. The crowd begins cheering for him still as he holds the belt around his shoulder. He smiles and begins to speak.

Griffin Hawkins: Sounds like Chicago knows who I am…

The crowd goes wild once more.

Griffin Hawkins: Now I know how the Chicago Blackhawks felt when they won the Stanley Cup in 2010. Because right here in the Windy City...I fought tooth and nail against the best, and now I stand right here, the NEW Perseverance Champion!

The crowd pops hard at the mention of their team.

Griffin Hawkins: Going into that Five Way Match..I knew I was gonna have a hard night ahead of me. But I was determined to walk in there and leave the Perseverance Champion. And when it was all said and done, I left with the gold! Now..there is many people to thank for my victory…

He goes to the front row where there's a little kid with a Griffin Hawkins T-Shirt on his Dad's shoulders.

Griffin Hawkins: I wanna thank this little guy right here!

The crowd cheers as he goes to the other side and sees a little girl with her Mom and Dad in the front row.

Griffin Hawkins: I wanna thank these people right here!

The crowd cheers once again.

Griffin Hawkins: I wanna thank everybody in this area right now, and I wanna thank the millions of people watching at home on TV. I want to thank EVERYBODY for believing in me! Because in the last year..it's no secret that I was in a slump. Nothing had been going right for me since I lost the Undisputed Title. But you people didn't stop believing in me. You kept cheering for me no matter how hard things were. Whenever I was down, you all picked me up. And it's because of all of you that I am here today...and it's because of all of you that I am Perseverance Champion!

The crowd begins chanting "You deserve it". He smiles, taking it in.

Griffin Hawkins: So..what kind of champion am I gonna make? Well, anyone who knows me knows that I don't duck anybody when it comes to a title, especially one such as this. Marco Valintine is someone who deserves a shot seeing as he was cheated out of his opportunity. And there others who's gonna be coming after me now, people like Lana Corvin, Kasey Kash, Jenn Drew, hell, Cali Kate is probably gonna want a rematch for the belt. I realize I'm gonna have everybody coming after me, but I don't sweat it. Anyone who wants a shot at the gold...all you gotta do is step up to the plate. But before all that...I have to lock horns with my tag partner..who also won gold at Sudden Death II...Stacy Jones!

The crowd cheers at Stacy's name.

Griffin Hawkins: Me and Stacy...we go way back. In HYBRID we were the most dominant Duality Tag Team Champions in the company's history..and now fast forward to a year later, and The RockHearts got gold once again! But instead of teaming up...we're gonna fight one another in the main event. Stacy is a woman I respect..I consider her family, and I know she's just eager as I am to defend her newly won gold..but before that, we gotta fight. Me and Stacy are gonna tear the house down right here tonight in Chicago! So people of the Windy City..get ready, because The RockHearts are gonna give you the show of a lifetime!

"Separate Ways" kicks back in as Griffin leaves the ring.

Super Bitch Squad v. Cornbread Mafia

Masami starts things off with Shawn Worley, as the two tie up with one another, and Shawn has an edge with strength, forcing her down into a side headlock takedown. He continued to add pressure onto her, grounding Masami until she could wriggle out of the hold and back to her feet. They both stand up, as he goes for a grapple, but Masami would hit him with a spinning back thrust kick to the gut. She then hits him with a forearm and goes for a snap suplex and floats over with a pin, but he quickly kicks out at 2.

Masami would set up a big roundhouse kick, but Shawn would dodge it and rocked her with a headbutt. He then whipped her to the corner and hit a corner forearm on her and tagged in Cameron. The two would whip Masami to the ropes as Shawn trips her with a drop toe hold as Cameron follows up with an elbow drop to the back of her head.

Cameron would get Masami up for a knife edge chop, as he strikes her in the chest, and follows up with a forearm strike. He runs back to the ropes looking for a clothesline, but she popped him into the air and connected with a bicycle knee lift that rocked Cameron. Masami takes him to their corner and tags in Yuka who tags in Kayako. They seat him in the corner, as Masami hits a running face wash first, then Yuka, and finally Kazama as she slides him out for a pin.

2..

No! Cameron kicked out!

Kazama would get Cameron back to his feet, as she strikes him with a knife edged chop. She gets him in the corner and tags in Masami, as the two of them lift Cameron up for a double suplex. The two would stomp away at Cameron, before Thurgood would get in Kazama's face and tell her to get back in the corner while Kaede is using the distraction to sneak some knuckles to Yuka.

Kazama heads to the corner, as Masami would try to end things with the Nikishi Driver, but Cameron wriggled off and lands with a spike DDT as both are down. He crawled to the ropes as Masami went to her corner as well. Masami tagged in Yuka, but Cameron gets to Bubba, who is wearing bandages on his forehead from the cigar burns he got from Sudden Death.
Both Masami and Kayako would both charge at Bubba with a red rover style clothesline, but he ducked and managed to back suplex the pair of them at once, getting a huge pop from the crowd. They both roll out of the ring, as Yuka would fly in with a diving dropkick that knocked Bubba back, making him stumble, but not quite knocking him down. Seeing he wasn't phased, Yuka runs at Bubba, only to be caught by a swinging sidewalk slam! Seeing that her team was in trouble, Kaede would get on the apron to distract the referee, as the official moved toward her to argue.

On the outside, Kayako and Misami sneak in and grab the ankles of both Worleys and tug them down to force them face first into the apron, as Bubba heard this and noticed his cousins were gone. He turned away just long enough for Yuka to deck him in his bandaged forehead with the brass knuckles, as she tossed them to Kaede and went for the cover while the ref turned around.

2..

3!

Yuka would celebrate and head over to her partners while Shawn and Cameron were both just coming to their senses, and Bubba squirmed in pain from the agitation to his injury.

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, by pinfall: S...B...S!!!!

Andrew Payne: Why am I not surprised?! Always with the brass knuckles or the pepper spray!

Miranda Augustino: I don’t condone it but they got one over on ol’ Thurgood Jackson and he’s got eyes in the back of his head, usually!

Andrew Payne: Well, you can’t catch everything, I guess!

As “Senbonzakura” played on, SBS celebrated their victory while Shawn and Cameraon helped Bubba to the stage. As the three girls relished in their win, Kaede Tanabe declared into the camera that-

Kaede Tanabe1 Keep those Trios titles warm, champs! The real Squad are coming for that ass!

Andrew Payne: Calling out the Trios Champions, Second City Riot Squad!

Miranda Augustino: Awwwww shit!!

After the fight when Bubba comes to his senses, the titantron would come alive with Viola having a martini in front of her as she was seated while Camila and Isabella stand behind her, Camila puffing a ring of smoke at the camera while Viola speaks.

Viola Mancini: "From where you're laying, Bubba, it looks like you've ran into an 18-carat string of bad luck..."

She said, taking a sip from her martini, as she softly chuckled with a menacing tone, as she assumed she was getting massive boos while she was being recorded from her base of operations in Atlantic City.

Viola Mancini: "But, to tell you the truth, Bubba... the game was rigged from the start."

She said, as her girls would step closer to the camera, readying to speak.

Camila Morricone: "You know, we've watched you, as well as the rest of the roster around here... there's no respect. There's no order. It's just disorganized chaos, and we're here to establish a proper pecking order. The three of us are here to fix things... and people like you and your family really bring the place down..."

Isabella Terrano: "Yeah, wrestling's been put into that Jerry Springer fan base for too long because of people like you, Bubba. It's gross, and no one likes it."

Viola leans forward, as she talks about how she got the House some contracts.

Viola Mancini: "You see Bubba, while you were at your family reunions looking for a date, I got contracts for my two most trusted allies..."

She moved her hand towards Camila.

Viola Mancini: "Camila Morricone, one of the strongest women I've ever met in my life... once a rival family had beaten her for six hours straight... and she never said a word to them..."

Camila Morricone: "Believe me, that beatdown you took from us is nothing like the things I've seen..."

Isabella Terrano: "Not only that, Camila has ways of making people squirm and beg for mercy..."

She said, hyping up her partner, whilst Viola spoke about Isabella.

Viola Mancini: "And my other associate, Isabella Terrano, former Italian sprinter, and very intelligent.”

Isabella Terrano: "Only thing that slows me down is all the gold and gems I wear!"

She said, showing off her jewelry and letting off a devious little giggle.

Camila Morricone: "Soon, Bella and I are going to show you all how things are done around here, and put the boots to some poor saps."

Isabella Terrano: "And it will be a friendly little reminder… The House always wins."

She said, as the camera feed would cut off.

Lassindra Haliday v. Lil Juicy

The bell rings, and Haliday makes her way to the middle of the ring. Juicy does so as well, talking a big game, but the Russian woman isn’t down for conversation. He reaches out to touch her face, which causes her to recoil on instinct. The cocky wrestler motions to the crowd like “get a load of this”, shaking his head. As he motions a thumb toward the Storm, she snatches him by the wrist, yanking him forward before unloading a MASSIVE short-armed lariat with a roar, turning him inside out as they both hit the mat. Lass is the first one back to her feet, but the rookie isn’t far behind her. From the look on his face, he realizes that maybe this isn’t going to be as simple as throwing a few strikes. They circle, Juicy massaging his neck after Lass tried to decapitate him, before he starts to throw some smart strikes, using his insanely long reach to his advantage. The Russian covers up, the blows glancing off her forearms as she looks for an opening.

Juicy starts to get some of his swagger back, dancing around a bit as he throws jabs at the blonde woman across the ring from him. He gets brave, stepping in and throwing a couple of hard shots to the midsection, causing the Storm to drop her guard long enough he can snap off a couple of jabs to the face, staggering her back long enough that he can step back out to throw a stiff superkick, catching her in the chin and flooring her to the mat. He shoots in for the cover, hooking a leg. The referee goes down to count, but before the hand hits the mat for the second time, Haliday ROARS, forcibly throwing Juicy off of her. She climbs to her feet, hair hanging around her face as he looks at her, a little dumbfounded by the way she kicked out of the pin attempt. Just as he gets to his feet, she explodes forward, throwing a brutal series of strikes of her own before whipping him into the ropes. He shoots for a big boot on the rebound, but Lass ducks it. He rebounds again, only to get booted in the stomach before she hits a crisp snap suplex. She doesn’t release her grip, getting to her feet and whipping him toward the corner. Juicy hits with a gasp, and the Storm is right behind him, looking for a spear into the turnbuckle, but he evades it at the last second. The ropes shake with the force of her impact, and Lass grabs her shoulder, crying out in pain. Juicy doesn’t wait, reversing their positions to lay into her with a series of punches in the corner before throwing her out to the middle of the ring. He doesn’t turn around, climbing to the top rope. He gestures out to the crowd before turning and leaping for “Splash like Pippen” without really looking. But Lass is already getting to her feet, and she catches him over her shoulders before bringing him back down with a brutal Samoan Drop. She rolls through, getting to her feet with Juicy on her shoulders before throwing him up and bringing him right back to Earth with “R.S.P.”! She goes for the pin, but only gains a two count when the rookie gets his shoulder off the mat at the last moment.

Lass drags Juicy to his feet, both competitors drenched in sweat. She hooks him for the vertical suplex, but he falls through, landing on his feet behind her. He grabs her arm, yanking her around to place his foot on her face for an Eat Defeat but she blocks the attempt, slapping his foot away. She attempts to transition into a German suplex, but he feeds her a stiff elbow strike to the forehead. She stumbles backwards, a hand over her face. He turns, and immediately there’s a flash of remorse on his face as she takes it away, revealing she’s been busted open. He hesitates for just a moment before coming in, booting her in the stomach and hooking her for “Esskeetit”, but she fights free of the DDT before rising up and delivering a headbutt to her opponent's sternum, driving the breath out of him. He gasps, stumbling back, her blood staining his top, before she steps up, wrapping a massive hand around his throat and, with a roar, lifts him off his feet to bring him back down over her knee with the “Cold Snap”. She doesn’t even give him time to writhe in pain before dragging him back to his feet to lift him into the vertical suplex position before hitting “The Solstice”! She hooks a leg, panting for breath, as the official makes the three count, awarding the Storm the victory!

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall!! The Siberian Storm...LASSINDRA...HALIDAY!!!!

Andrew Payne: Welcome back to the New Frontier, Lassindra Haliday! She’s been gone for a while but the storm has built back up it’s strength!

Miranda Augustino: With a storm like that, all ya can do is batten down the hatches and sometimes, not even that works!

“Bloody hell, my head… my back…”

Roaming the backstage area in search of that masculine British-accented voice, a camera picks up the sight of Nathaniel Dixon and Ami Fitzsimmons. He’s cradling his head in his right hand while he uses the wall on his left side to keep himself supported.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Uncle Nate, you’re not booked tonight. You didn’t have to attend tonight’s show...

Despite his resistance, his oldest niece persists in staying by his side. She’s dressed casually for the evening, a contrast to his typical suit-and-tie style.

Nathaniel Dixon: I… I may not be scheduled to wrestle tonight, but I am here to prove a point. Not to mention...

Before he can finish that sentence, his earth-colored eyes shimmer in the ceiling lights and he stops in his tracks. While he leans against the wall, Ami blinks and looks in the direction his focus is on. Derecha is seen first, speaking with a pair of Huesos Rojos on the other end of the hall. With her back to them is Silencia, who is in the process of putting on her mask. No, the cameraman is not stupid enough to try and get ahead of them to get a glimpse; the last one who tried has trouble using his right hand anymore.

Mano Derecha: Ah. Mr. Dixon. Good timing.

There is a bit of concern on the muscular woman’s features, but as it appears to her as though Nathaniel is attempting to not draw attention to his condition, she does not indicate that anything appears amiss to her.

Mano Derecha: I’ve just been made privy to some new information. Please.

She gestures him over, only at that moment prompting Silencia to look over her shoulder; the masked woman has a match soon with Solomon Graham who, lately, has been rather silent on social media.

Nathaniel Dixon: Certainly, Leticia.

Before the presence of others, Nathaniel pushes himself away from the wall and sucks in a breath of air. He exhales slowly, softly, and walks over to join Derecha. Ami pouts a little, her oldest uncle so stubborn and prideful. She stays close and moves in with him. Once they are before Derecha, Silencia, and the Huesos Rojos, the Intellectual Evolution smiles softly.

Nathaniel Dixon: Pray tell, what is this new information?

Mano Derecha: Like so many in the past, the untrustworthy, the greedy, the dangerous… out themselves if you just led them a little rope.

She hands over a manilla envelope, which as Nathaniel finds is filled with pictures and a few black-and-white documents that detail some rather… interesting notes and observations.

Mano Derecha: These two are next on our list.

He looks over the information given to him, his eyes moving back and forth at the contents inside of the folder. His facial features are stoic, making his emotions difficult to read. Not even Ami has a clue what he’s thinking or feeling.

Nathaniel Dixon: ...Fascinating.

Ami Fitzsimmons: What is, Uncle Nate?

His hands close the folder before the camera’s lens can get a single glimpse of the information. A chuckle escapes him, holding the folder in his right hand while his left hand cradles his head.

Nathaniel Dixon: I’m impressed, Leticia. Truly. Actually, I’ve uncovered something that may go along with this… but not before the eavesdropping cameras. It may be crucial.

Mano Derecha: Yes. We have time. They are… shall we say, entrenched? Thinking that they are safe is their biggest mistake. When you do business with people like the Red Cartel, you’re in for life. Turn your back on that, and you’re crossed out.

Foreboding words. At the words “crossed out”, the sound of SIlencia cracking her knuckles is audible… as is the cracking of her neck and the narrowing of her eyes. She has seen this, too. Her attitude is clearly the same, though perhaps a bit more violent. Perhaps it's the timing, but Ami swallows a little. Derecha's foreboding words, Silencia's physical response, and her uncle's subtle ways. This situation may not be one she wants to get involved with.

Nathaniel Dixon: Ah, that sounds familiar.

Once again he chuckles softly, but the ache in his head and the pain in his back draw out a hiss.

Nathaniel Dixon: Being suplexed into a steel cage… and later on blasted with ad stellam matutinam to the head… Unpleasant. Regardless, I approve of the Demon King's methods.

Such praise for the former NFW Undisputed Champion. Remembering the steel cage part of the Guardians of the Pyramid makes the Dancing Violinist wince. Silencia nods once, slowly, still eying Nathaniel. Derecha leans in to whisper something and Silencia takes her leave quietly. Because of course she does.

Mano Derecha: One might almost feel sorry for Solomon Graham. Almost.

Nathaniel Dixon: The newest member of the Guardians? Heh. If his actions do not compensate for his silence, then he's in terrible danger.

Ami Fitzsimmons: ...My husband is a Guardian.

Blink. That is a matter of fact.

Nathaniel Dixon: Yes, but he's on Collision, my dear niece. This is Trauma. There are no other Guardians here to save Mr. Graham.

A knowing smirk crosses the Lord of Charisma's face. Despite his physical weariness, he's still able to verbally express himself just fine. Ami scratches the back of her head and sighs.

Mano Derecha: Nothing personal, of course. Just business. Bone-breaking, face-smashing, life-altering business.

She nods to the two Huesos Rojos, who follow after Silencia, while Derecha bids Nathaniel and Ami to follow after her. They do so without hesitation, though his pride continues to make him walk without help.

The show must go on.

The Tanahashi Twins v. Fast Food

As the match was ready to start, both teams started discussing who would kick things off. For the Tanahashi Twins, it was quickly agreed upon that Mayumi would start. Over on Fast Food’s side, it took a little insistence on Nacho Grande’s part before French Fry agreed to let him start things off.

Nacho Grande: Trust me dude! We got this! Just watch me!

The bell rang and Nacho circled up with Mayumi. He lunged in for a lock up but the Sky Child gave him the slip, twisting around behind him. Nacho looked around like he’d completely lost her and when he turned around, he stepped back as if surprised to find Mayumi right there. The Tanahashi sister just smiled and waved at him.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Haaaaaaaiiiiii!!!!

The crowd got behind this some and Nacho nodded, leading them in a slow clap chant for his opponent. Just because they were opponents didn’t mean there had to be bad blood. Nacho started doing his little dance, trying to get Mayumi into it. It worked and before too long, the two were playfully dancing as the crowd sang an acapella of LMFAO. French Fry was clapping along, getting the crowd behind it more. On the other side of the ring, Minoru looked slightly less than amused and called for his sister to stop playing around.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Oh! Okay! We gotta wrestle now, let’s go!

Mayumi and Nacho circled up again and this time they locked up tight. Nacho used his strength advantage to whip Mayumi into the ropes. First she hit a baseball slide between his legs. She popped up and hit the ropes again as Nacho turned around. He went to hit her with a Back Body Drop, sending her sky high but she was the Sky Child so she flipped once through the air and landed in a super hero pose, popping up with a big smile and a salute. Nacho grabbed for her again and she darted across the ring, hit the ropes and hit a backroll over him. She hit the ropes again and once more baseball slid through Nacho’s legs.

Nacho Grande: Damn it! Get over here!

Mayumi popped up again with a victory pose.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Flawless Victory!

The crowd laughed and Nacho looked like he was trying to tell them he didn’t mean for an MK reference. Finally, Minoru reached over and blind tagged himself in. Mayumi pouted a little as her brother took over for her in the ring. Minoru and Nacho locked up in the center of the ring and Minoru reversed an Irish Whip, sending Nacho in the ropes. Nacho came off and shoulder tackled Minoru back into the ropes, flexing downward with a roar. Minoru looked at the crowd, motioning to Nacho as if to say “this guy serious?” Nacho motioned for Minoru to give him some back so Minoru hit the ropes, ran past Nacho, hit the other side of the ropes, ran past him AGAIN, and this time, he came off the ropes with a big Discus Lariat that sent Nacho stumbling back into the ropes where French Fry blind tagged himself in next! Nacho spun around and threw his hands up and out.

Nacho Grande: Dude! What are you doing?!

French Fry: I’m gonna get me some too! Move!

At the referee’s behest, Nacho left the ring and French Fry hit the ropes, charging in at Minoru for a shoulder block. The scrawny wrestler bounced right off of the Black Lion and staggered back into the ropes, sending him back towards Minoru on uneasy footing. Minoru rolled his eyes and gut checked French Fry with a boot to the ribs, hooked his arms and hit a spinout variation of the Black Lion Bomb! The referee dropped down to count!

TWO!

Nacho Grande tried to hurry into the ring but his foot got caught on the rope and he ended up eating the mat!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, by pinfall!! Mayumi and Minoru...The Tanahashi Twins!!

Andrew Payne: Well, it was all in good fun while it lasted!

Miranda Augustino: Can’t deny that but you gotta get business done! Minoru’s done playing around it seems!

Still, Minoru and Mayumi hugged to celebrate their victory and showed sportsmanship with handshakes to Fast Food before they left the ring to the winners.

As we come back to the arena the lights go out and a shot of the arena before zooming towards the arena as a robotic voice starts on the sound system at the joy of the crowd

Somewhere out in Megaspace

The Pelozees of the Lesbodyke Nebula

In order to continue breeding

After removal from the universe their last remaining enemy

Men created the PIL - Penile Impregnation Lingumbot Rezark SP - a prototype PIL

Accidentally launched into chrono-space during the hyperfiber wars

Has programmed a self replicating evo-loop and drifts for a kilo-year

Alone and sentient in a tele-operative trajectory above Planet Three-S:

Formerly known as Earth

Lowering his astrogate to Planet Three-S, Rezark SP, the last surviving chrononaut

Has a bad case of bluballsium and one thing on his hydro-mind:

...

Pussy!"

Suddenly there is an explosion of pyro as the name Marco Valintine comes onto the screen and the lights come back on as "Supersonic Sex Machine" by Steel Panther blasts out of the PA system as Marco Valintine dances out onto the stage to the music, whipping the crowd into a frenzy as he walks down and around the ramp area clapping hands with the fans and taking selfies with the ladies. He continues having fun, dancing around to the commentators table and giving Andrew Payne a high five and dances for a moment in front of Miranda Augustino, trying and failing to get her to join him before turning around and jumping up onto the apron and leaping into the ring without touching the top rope as more pyros explode and he dances in the ring, taking in the ovation of the crowd before going to the ring announcer and taking the microphone from Thea Crawford and walking into the centre of the ring as people chant his name.

Marco Valintine: Welcome ladies and the gentlest of men to the second ever Marcos Love Pad! I am your host Marco Valintine as you all well know and tonight I have something special for all you beautiful people out there, a true treat as you will because my guest tonight is not just anyone. She is a former world, tag team and every other title under the sun as well as being our current United States Champion. Not just all that but most importantly one of the greatest talent scouts because she brought yours truly to the NFW.

The crowd cheered at these words.

Marco Valintine: Now with no more gilding the lily and no more further ado I introduce to you all one of my most favorite babes in the world you know her as the Unbreakable one. THE ONE! THE ONLY! STACY JONES!

The opening bass line to "I Will Not Break" by A Sound Of Thunder blares out of the PA system and the camera pans around the arena as the fans rise to their feet and cheer wildly.

"And you heard the girls talking...and you thought they were talking about you..."

"Oh no, we can't ask her! She's a creep!"

"Who are they talking about?"

As the song kicks in, the camera cuts to the stage where we see "Unbreakable" Stacy Jones standing there with a large grin on her face proudly wearing her United States Championship over her shoulder. She then begins to make her way down the ramp, slapping the fans hands on the way.

Andrew Payne: Here she is, ladies and gentlemen! The brand new United States Champion!

Miranda Augustino: I may not be a big fan of hers but she put up one Hell of a fight against a seemingly unstoppable Anaquin Adams and pulled off a huge win.

Once she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she turns to her super fan, Elsie and removes her plain black wool hat and hands it to her before she makes her way over to the ring before placing her title in the ring and hopping up onto the apron. Putting her back to the ropes, she takes hold of the top rope with both hands and proceeds to backflip over the ropes and into the ring, picking her title back up.

Andrew Payne: It was quite the storybook ending for Stacy as she won that very title on the anniversary of her adopted father’s death, the very man who trained her to become a wrestler.

Miranda Augustino: Almost like it was destiny.

She then raises the title high above her head before replacing it back over her shoulder and gives her old friend a hug before taking a seat as "I Will Not Break" fades out.

Marco Valintine: Welcome to the Love Pad, Stacy... it's epic to have you here, gotta ask is that who I think it is you gave your hat to?

Jones glances back to Elsie with a huge smile on her face.

Stacy Jones: Yeah, that’s my little superfan, Elsie. She comes to every show I’m at no matter where I am.

She gives her a little wave before turning her attention back to Valintine.

Stacy Jones: But yeah, glad to be here. Thank you for having me!

Marco Valintine: You are very welcome babe it had to happen at some point, but there are two things I gotta do before we chill in these epic beanbags first take my microphone a moment.

Marco passes his microphone to Jones who looks a little confused as he slides out the ring and walks over to Elsie giving her his glasses before sliding back into the ring and getting the microphone back from her.

Stacy Jones: Awww, you’re so sweet. And what’s the other thing?

Marco Valintine: Well babe the other thing is for you, stage meistro can ya hand me that item I asked you to keep safe.

One of the stage hands walks to the ring with a rectangular package in his hands handing it to Marco.

Marco Valintine: Now I didn't get to do this last time because we were interrupted so I decided to do this at the start, Stacy I got you a congratulations gift.

Valintine hands the gift over to Jones who graciously accepts it.

Stacy Jones: Marco! You shouldn’t have! Can I open it now or do you want me to open it later?

Marco Valintine: Hell yeah, babe! Open it now!

Jones puts her microphone and title belt down beside her on the bean bag and then opens up the gift. Her eyes widen and her jaw drops as she stares at an original framed piece of artwork from The Lion King.

Stacy Jones: Oh my Chuck, Marco! It’s beautiful! I love it! Thank you so much!

Marco Valintine: Knew you would babe, you're holding a piece of history there because it's the legit thing, I got a bro at Disney that got their hands on one of the actual sketches from the planning of the movie back in the day and that's it.

Jones gently places it down on the floor beside her before getting back up and giving Valintine another hug before retaking her seat and picking the microphone and title back up.

Stacy Jones: I know exactly where I’m putting that when I get back home.

Marco Valintine: Awesome, now then let's get to it.

Marco jumps into his bean bag and gets comfortable.

Marco Valintine: Man these things are comfortable, now Stacy congrats on the win babe that match was hella intense, how did ya feel when that bell rang?

Stacy Jones: Relief that it was over for one… my body was so banged up, haha. But I had so many emotions when I realised I won. Not only was this my first singles championship win in almost three years… but to win it on the anniversary of my adopted father’s death, the man who raised me… who trained me… who basically saved my life by introducing me to this wonderful sport? Man… words can’t describe how I felt when the referee handed me this beautiful belt.

Marco Valintine: It is a beautiful belt I gotta say, but very impractical. I bet it doesn't even keep your pants up.

Jones laughs, as do the fans.

Stacy Jones: Different kinda belt, Marco… also I wouldn’t mention the P word… Griff’s probably listening right now and you know how much he hates those things.

Marco Valintine: Oh damn you're right, hey Griff sorry bro next drinks on me after the show. Anyway you're gonna be fighting tonight am i right babe, against the Griff man himself how do you feel going into that one?

The Unbreakable One nods.

Stacy Jones: I feel ready for a fight. This won’t be the first time I’ve stepped into the ring against Griff, and the last time we did… I was the one who had my arm raised so I know he’s gonna be wanting to even the score. It’s no secret that I respect the Hell out of him… and he respects the Hell out of me. It’s the reason why we’re a tag team. He’s like a brother from another mother to me… much like you are to me too.

She pauses for a moment and readjusts her title over her shoulder.

Stacy Jones: Throughout my entire career, I’ve stepped into the ring with people close to me, and I’ve always treated every single opponent that I’ve ever faced the same. I never underestimate anyone… it doesn’t matter if they’ve been wrestling for ten minutes or ten years… it doesn’t matter if they’ve had twenty title reigns or no title reigns. I know Griff and I are gonna blow the roof off the Collision Center later tonight and all I have to say to him is may the best champion win.

Marco Valintine: Oh yeah that's what i wanna hear babe I love the motivation that is awesome, ya better have a good long title reign because when I have climbed up those ranks I may come after that one day.

Stacy Jones: I’m certainly gonna do my best to hold onto this title for as long as I can. Anaquin was arguably the greatest champion in NFW history and helped raise the prestige of this title to new heights and I wanna continue to do that by becoming an even better champion.

The fans cheer at this.

Stacy Jones: And if the day does come where I find you standing across the ring from me as one of my challengers, then much like what Griff and I are gonna do later tonight… we’ll blow the roof off with a classic match.

Marco Valintine: I can't wait for the day, now then im being not so subtly told by the guys backstage in my earpiece that were nearing the end so is there anything ya would like to say babe before we wrap it up.

Stacy Jones: I just wanna say thank you for inviting me onto the Love Pad… and thank you to all my fans for believing in me each and every day and I promise that I will do my best to be the greatest United States Champion in NFW history.

The fans cheer again and then Jones reacts like she’s just remembered something.

Stacy Jones: Oh… and one more thing…

The Unbreakable One reaches into her jacket pocket and removes a twenty dollar bill and hands it over to Valintine.

Stacy Jones: Your twenty bucks.

Marco gets up off his bean bag and gets the twenty dollars from Stacy.

Marco Valintine: Thanks babe, now then would you do me the honor of dancing out the arena with me?

Stacy Jones: Let’s rock!

Marco helps her up off the bean bag as “Supersonic Sex Machine” blasts out the speakers again and they dance out the ring slapping hands with fans as they dance up the ramp to the backstage area as we cut elsewhere.

La Silencia v. Solomon Graham

La Silencia and Solomon Graham were in the middle of the ring, waiting for the match to begin. At the sound of the bell, Graham rushed La Silencia, wanting to get a quick headlock in place. La Silencia almost immediately moved out of the way, grabbing Solomon in the process and sending him crashing hard into the turnbuckles. Graham ended up with the wind knocked out of him for a moment thanks to the unexpected impact, and Silencia wasted no time in grabbing him once again, this time executing a beautiful scoop slam. It took a moment but Graham was somewhat quickly back to his feet, this time his hands finally finding Silencia with a hard right hook. She stumbled back a few steps, surprised by the right hook, and she rubbed her face a moment before a pissed-off look flashed in her eyes. Silencia began bearing down on Solomon, clutching onto his arm to try and send him into the ropes, but he countered with a regal cutter, sending her down to the mat. Graham took a moment to collect himself, but he knew better than to take too long against someone like La Silencia. He quickly ran over towards her and hit her with a well-executed leg drop straight across her abdomen, causing the wind to quickly leave her body. As Silencia was getting her breath back, Graham took the chance to start climbing the turnbuckles, getting to the top. He checked to make sure Silencia was still down, and upon seeing her getting up, he hurried to the top but not before she was able to climb the ropes as well.

The pair met at the top and began battling it out, both throwing lefts and rights in attempts to knock each other to the ground. Silencia had Graham looking uneasy with his balance, but he didn’t fall and the battle continued. Solomon hit Silencia with a couple of slaps across the chest causing her to lean back some, but she didn’t lose her balance on the ropes until he grabbed her head, giving her a vicious headbutt. The headbutt caused her to fully lose her balance, and Silencia fell back down to the mat, shaking her head in the process. Still at the top of the turnbuckles, Graham took the chance and leapt off of the top, his hand clenched into a fist and aiming for Silencia’s head. His opponent quickly jerked to the side, avoiding the skull punch. Silencia took the time to quickly climb the turnbuckle herself and wasted little time in leaping off, hitting him with a flying clothesline that seemed to almost take his head off. She jerked Graham to his feet from behind, setting up for Silencio Sangriento. After spiking her thumb into the man’s throat, she quickly moved to the front to hit him with a stunner, immediately pinning him once he was down on the mat.

2…..

3….!

Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall….LA SILENCIA!!

Andrew Payne: Hard fought match by both competitors but La Silencia picks up the win this time around! Don’t sleep on Solomon Graham, though, everyone!

Miranda Augustino: Oh, not at all! Dude knows how to get the business done! Just so happens, so does La Silencia! She’s smart! She did bend the knee, after all!

Andrew Payne: Oh don’t you start that. You know, he--

Miranda Augustino: Ah ah ah! Callate pendejo! I will fucking smack you, carnal.

The scene opens somewhere backstage. The Utopian Female, ISIS, can be seen sitting down on a blue steel folding chair. The back of the chair is facing the camera. She is leaning forward, arms propped on top. She has an ice cold expression on her face.

ISIS: Hey MISTER J, I got one question for you big man....

“Who’s Your Daddy Now?”

Isis can’t help at chuckling at her own declaration.

ISIS: ”You were so confident that you were going to put me away. Never meet anyone so arrogant in my goddamn life. You picked the stipulation, offered your girls signature weapon to be put in a box. Gotta admit I was disappointed you broke the cattle prod, shame I didn’t get to shock some se4nse into you. As tough as you were MISTER J, it didn’t matter how much you rag dolled me at Sudden Death II. When it comes to women, I am on another level. Look at me. I am the peak in female conditioning. No woman can match up to me in strength, brutality, and killer fucking instinct. I am the one who stood up to the almight shield and his girlfriends. I’m still standing MISTER J. There is not a goddamn thing you can do about it. Our business is done!

ISIS dust something off her shoulder.

ISIS: “Now... what’s next for me? I’m not in the Vlad Memorial sadly. I can take comfort in knowing Minoru will win. Get’em boo.”

Going to be a boring next couple weeks. That’s ok. I have Wrestlewar circled on my calendar. I meant what I tweeted shortly after Sudden Death II. I want to close the year as champion. At this rate, who’s going to stop me?

Out of frame, we can hear someone softly clearing their throat. ISIS turns at the sound, looking like she’s about to get up in the shit of whoever’s got the nerve to interrupt her moment. The camera pans back, revealing Kaede Tanabe as she slinks on into the shot. Not meekly, but clearly apologetically.

Kaede Tanabe: Oh! Hello, there.

She looks, noticing the camera, but quickly turns all of her attention upon the Utopian Female with a confident smirk.

Kaede Tanabe: I do apologize for the interruption. ISIS is it? Kaede Tanabe! Pleasure to finally make your acquaintance!

She offers out a handshake to ISIS. The female specimen rises, towering over the Japanese woman in the business suit and shakes her hand, visibly squeezing. Kaede looks down at their joined hands and seems rather impressed. Once her hand is free, she flexes her fingers out, looking at it; she then nods and looks up at ISIS again.

Kaede Tanabe: Very nice. So! Again, I didn’t mean to interrupt your moment here but I wanted to catch you while I had the chance to. I was watching your match at Sudden Death 2 very closely. I’d like to talk with you about a business proposition.

ISIS: “What do you have in mind?

Before Kaede gets another word out, she stops and looks at the camera. She makes a face and does a quick up and down sweep with her eyes and points a finger, hand bent at the wrist at the cameraman.

Kaede Tanabe: Uhh, sorry, no. You can piss off. A & B conversation only so C your ass out of it. Go on! Shoo!

She waves her hand dismissively as the camera starts to back up slowly. One look from ISIS and the pace suddenly quickens before we cut away.

Champion vs Champion

Stacy Jones v. Griffin Hawkins

As the match begins, Griffin and Stacy bump fists in the middle of the ring and get a “Rock Hearts” chant going as they circle the ring before locking up. Immediately, Stacy goes behind with a waist lock on Griffin before Griffin reverses into a side headlock. Stacy backs into the ropes and pushes Griffin off of her. Griffin rebounds off the ropes and takes Stacy down with a shoulder block and goes for a cover, but Stacy bridges out before a count of one and sweeps the legs of Griffin and goes for a cover of her own, but Griffin is out before one as they both leap to their feet and the crowd shows their appreciation. The two of them nod their heads as they once again circle the ring and lock up. Griffin this time goes behind and picks Stacy up and slams her face first into the mat. He then takes Stacy and delivers a swinging neckbreaker before climbing to the top rope. He goes for a moonsault, but Stacy rolls out of the way and delivers a shining wizard and goes for a cover, to get a two count. Stacy picks Griffin up and sends him into the ropes. She charges in and delivers a running knee strike before taking Griffin and delivering a running bulldog out of the corner. Stacy then climbs to the top rope and delivers a frog splash and gets another near fall.

Stacy picks Griffin up and she goes for The Bat-Hammer, but Griffin is able to duck out of the way and catch Stacy and deliver a German suplex. He then grabs Stacy and sends her into the ropes. Stacy comes off the ropes and she runs right into a big boot from Griffin who then uses the ropes to springboard and deliver a moonsault and go for a cover and a two count. Griffin climbs to the top rope and launches himself, delivering a stage dive on Stacy, and once again getting a two count. Griffin picks Stacy up and looks to deliver South of Heaven, but Stacy reverses out of it and delivers the Bat-Hammer this time before she climbs to the top rope and she delivers RWYA on Griffin and hooks the leg and picks up the win.

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall! The NFW United States Champion, STACY...JONES!!

Andrew Payne: Two friends coming together for the sake of the sport and look at that, they’re shaking hands after!

Miranda Augustino: I talk my shit, Andy, but I can’t deny two top skilled competitors when I see them. You know that much!

Andrew Payne: Indeed, Mir! Ladies and gentlemen, that’s all the time we have tonight! We’ll see you next week!

Miranda Augustino: Hasta luego, babies!