NFW Wrestling #33 - Jackson, MS! 03/25/2019!

Ozzy Osbourne's "Let Me Hear You Scream" plays over the introduction reel of NFW superstars posing before the camera. Wrapping the vignette up, are the current champions.

- Chris Wolfe slaps the TV Championship in front of the camera, motioning for any and everyone who wants a piece to come get them some.

- Among the Renegades, Tyler Grey holds the Jr. Heavyweight Championship proudly on his shoulder with a scowl at the camera. Serena Frost seductively smooches the front plate of the Women's Television Championship. Julian Morrison sits to the side of Serena while Tyson Law stands beside Tyler in the back, flipping the middle finger but pointing it down as he sneers arrogantly at the camera.

- A noticeable change to the vignette reel is that of Shelley Silver, standing with Sloane Cameron slightly behind her. Shelley Silver holds the Silver Mountain Championship up beside her face. Shelley looks from the title, into the camera lens and gives a seductive wink and a smile.

- Alex Brody, holds the Women's Championship up by her head with an adorable but confident smile. This is a slightly different reel shown, as rather than the old clip of Erin standing with her arm over Alex's shoulders, the redhead stands beside Alex, goofily biting her bottom lip as she plays air guitar on one half of the Mixed Tag Team Championship. Beside her, Vincent Stone cracks a confident smirk and raises his taped fists up in front of him. The other half of the Mixed Tag Team titles is fastened across his chest like a bandolier.

- Judas Lasher wears the Heavyweight Championship around his waist while posing on his knees with his arms out. A satisfied snarl on his face as Alessandra Augustino stands behind him. Around him stand Doomsday and Belphegor - Ultra-Violence - displaying their Tag Team Championship belts as they scowl through their masks. Sex & Violence members Lara Blackheart, Penelope Cassidy and Nostalgia Ultra (the tag team of TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli) stand among the Dominion. Sitting on the floor in the front, Darius Crowley sits calmly with his fingertips together, staring at the camera with a stoic expression. On either side of this gathering, Buzzsaw calmly flexes a fist and grips the wrist of that hand, scowling from under his mask. On the opposite side, looking ever so dark and enigmatic, Ethan Skinner smirks evilly at the camera with a hand out to the camera, beckoning viewers as....



The camera switches to the inside of the Mississippi Coliseum as the pyro goes off, illuminating the NFW banner over the stage. The camera sweeps across the energetic audience.


Finally, it makes a quick cut to the announce table where, from left to right, James Reynolds, Nick Hanson and Matt Klazzic sit with their headsets on. Matt's, of course, rests over his black and silver lucha style mask.

HANSON
"GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE ARE LIVE AT THE COLISEUM IN JACKSON, MISSISSIPPI!! THIS!! IS!! NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!! AS ALWAYS, COMING TO YOU LIVE!!"

KLAZZIC
"Once more, take a look at this card lineup, fellas! Is this card worthy of a pay-per-view or what?!"

REYNOLDS
"Are you stupid, Matt? There's no goddamn titles on the line."

KLAZZIC
"We have two on the line tonight, James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, the Television titles! That's a given! If this were a pay-per-view caliber card, we'd be seen the major belts go up!"

KLAZZIC
"Hey, every one of our titles has a prestige to it! Besides, I was talking more about the caliber of talent performing tonight! Our NFW Heavyweight Champion, Judas Lasher, will be competing tonight. He'll be in the main event with his protege, his pupil, Ethan Skinner. They'll be taking on The Unwanted members, Adam Cole and "Switchblade" Jay White. But before that! Let's look at the rest of the card! We have another debut! Say hello to Miss Mary Williams!"



KLAZZIC
"She just had her eighteenth birthday yesterday - happy belated birthday, young lady! Tonight, she makes her professional wrestling debut, exclusively here in NFW! She's certainly excited for it! We can't wait to see what she brings to the women's division!"

REYNOLDS
"I like what I'm seeing, there!"

HANSON
"Jim! Don't."

REYNOLDS
"What? She's legal, Nicky! Hey, Mary! Call me!"

HANSON
"God, we're gonna get sued, thanks to your ass."

REYNOLDS
"Oh, calm down! Say, why's Matt running down the card, anyway? That's your job!"

HANSON
"What? Matt's a semi-regular at the table so I figured let him do the honors, for once. I don't see you jumping up to do it.

REYNOLDS
"Hey, if you wanted me to---"

HANSON
"Go ahead, Matt."

REYNOLDS
"Did you just---"

KLAZZIC
"In addition to that, folks, we'll be seeing our Junior Heavyweight Division in action as "The Ragman" Jag'hatai D'habi takes on "The Son of the Damned" Darius Crowley."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, the Phineus Jabroni."

HANSON
"Filius Damnati."

REYNOLDS
"What?"

HANSON
"It's Filius Damnati, Jim. It's Latin for Son of the Damned. You know, maybe you wouldn't be so terrified of the Dominion of Pain if you showed them a little more respect. They wouldn't antagonize you so much."

REYNOLDS
"Nicky, those bastards antagonize me just by being here."

KLAZZIC
"Well, shucky darn for you, James. That one's our opening contest."

REYNOLDS
"WHAT?!"

HANSON
"Yup!"

REYNOLDS
"Ahhh SHI---"

KLAZZIC
"Moving on folks! We're gonna see Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr in action - the challengers for the NFW Tag Team Championship belts! They'll be taking on a common rag tag team we've seen over the passed several months - "Shotgun" Colt Shields and Satoru Shade the third! We've also got women's tag team action going on as Merlex - Erin Mercer and NFW Women's Champion, Alex Brody - take on the newly arrived team of Nostalgia Ultra - TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli. They had their debut with us last week and, controversial victory aside, they were very impressive!"

REYNOLDS
"What do you mean, 'controversial'? There was nothing controversial about that! Futura Soli pinned Adrianna Salvatore! One, two, three!"

HANSON
"Yeah, after interference from Lara Blackheart."

REYNOLDS
"Awww c'mon, Nicky! It was a hiccup in the production trailer!"

HANSON
"Causes by Lara Blackheart! And Penelope Cassidy!"

REYNOLDS
"You've got proof?"

HANSON
"Yeah, it's in the pudding. The bowl where they came out laughing at Adrianna Salvatore and Shelley Silver once the match had ended. And thanks to that, we've already got another match to announce for next week when we hit San Antonio, Texas! Lara Blackheart will take on Adrianna Salvatore in singles action!"

REYNOLDS
"All because Salvatore's a sore fucking loser. You know, she's been kind of a bitch since she lost the Women's Championship."

HANSON
"Alright, Jim, enough. Alright? Enough!"

REYNOLDS
"She's had nothing but an attitude problem towards Lara Blackheart! Lara's trying to break out of her shell and into a new image of herself and Adrianna's just been trying to keep her down, ever since!"

HANSON
"Do we need to roll the tape from three weeks ago?"

James Reynolds waves Nick Hanson off.

REYNOLDS
"Don't bother. Matt, finish the card."

Matt Klazzic adjusts his tie and clears his throat, uncomfortably before going back to the lineup.

KLAZZIC
"Speaking of Lara Blackheart, we'll be seeing her face off, tonight, against Marissa Payne. We'll also be seeing Doomsday versus AKI. Those two had a little altercation in the ring, last week. Doomsday came out to speak to his son, Nico Salvatore. He seemed to be belittling AKI's character and potential. AKI didn't take too kindly to it. He got understandably upset. He delivered an AKI Spiral to Doomsday---"

REYNOLDS
"And now, he's gonna get his little fucking ass beat. Way to go AKI, you idiot. I talk shit about the Dominion of Pain but you went and laid hands on one of their veteran members! Hell, the meanest fucking one of the bunch, in my eyes! Now, you're gonna die!"

KLAZZIC
(Continuing on, when he finds the window of opportunity)
"We've also got more tag team action! The Army of Darkness will take on The Renegades - Julian Morrison and Tyson Law! Those two groups have had some bad blood brewing recently! We'll see how that all plays out, later tonight! We've also got Penelope Cassidy in her second NFW match. She'll be facing Victoria Emmerson. Then, as we said before, both Television Championships will go on the line, as always. Our challengers for tonight - Morgan Payne will challenge The Renegades' Serena Frost and the Great White North's El Piso Mojado will challenge 'Big Bad' Chris Wolfe, ladies and gentlemen! I can't wait for either of those matches! I can't wait for the entire card! So without further adue, let's get the show underway!!"

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Jag’hatai is seen walking into the naval chow hall, on a tour for the Troops sponsored by New Frontier Wrestling. Lady Elizaveta Von Dutch is smiling into the camera her infectious smile. Standing there with her “umbrella” up and has a few fan boys surrounding her, standing nearby. Her armed guards with the MP brossards on the left shoulder and the 9mm’s on the right leg, are nearby, keeping a close eye on proceedings.

“So, here we are, on tour seeing the troops. Fresh off our last victory. For a full month, we have proven it takes real men to stand above the dregs of society. To live by own own code. We have faced down four opponents so far, one of them we had hopes for, but we have been disappointed each time. El Desperado. Sho. Taka Michinoku. YOH. We have a new challenger, someone who thinks they will make us blow away with the wind. We do see your words, Darius Crowley. Your twitter account is followed by the kind men and women of the armed forces. We assure you, we won’t be as easy as you expect. “

The camera shifts to watching Jag’hatari D’habi eating food alongside the naval personnel in training. Laughing and talking with the future of the U.S Military, he appears to be enjoying himself. The camera shifts back to Elizavetta and her smile has yet to leave her face. She twirls her umbrella and looks over her shoulder for a second, checking on her man, and she turns back to the camera. “So, the time has come Darius Crowley. The time for you to lose your first match, while we extend our undefeated streak. We are of course, going to see if you are man enough, to be a true warrior. We hope so, burt won’t hold our breath. Our plan, get up early in the morning, do a run with the troops around the base tomorrow, drive over to Jackson, face you in the ring and come out still undefeated. So, see ya tomorrow night. Prepare to get whipped.“

The camera turns to show Jag’hatai taking pictures with the troops outside the mess hall. All smiles for now, tomorrow night, he will be all business as usual.

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Fade in from black....

The camera opens on a candle burning in pure darkness on, what looks to be, an altar. Through the darkness, we hear a voice speaking calmly and smoothly. It's so quiet, otherwise, that the initial sound of said voice practically shatters the silence, even with it's casual tone.

"Many societies pride themselves on the discipline and upbringing of their warriors." The voice can be recognized as that of Darius Crowley, although we do not see him directly, just yet. The camera remains focused on the candle, burning in the shadows around it.

"In Sparta, for instance...young boys were taken from their mothers at birth to be examined for any imperfections. If any were found...based on the severity...they were either raised to be no more than simple slaves...or worse...discarded from the cliffs."

Movement in the shadows. A pair of hands comes to rest on the alter. The wrists are wrapped with black tape. The candle light illuminates things just enough to barely tell us that this is Darius, himself. We faintly see his tattoos and his black vest in the dim light. His voice continues. "At age seven...the boys were taken from their mothers to begin training ad soldiers. They were taught to forget pain. To survive on the land."

Darius' hand runs, gently over a worn looking tapestry spread across the altar, depicting warriors from varying cultures. "In feudal Japan...." He says, as his hand passes over a drawing of a Spartan and rests on what appears to be a Samurai. "Young boys began training as young as three years old to take on the role of a Samurai. Between five and seven...they were given a real blade. They were sent to live and train with an instructor around this same time to hone their abilities and mold them into the perfect warrior."

Darius' hand moves and picks up the candle. The camera pans up as he lifts it in front of his face. His dark eyes stare into the tiny flame. "The perfect warrior." He repeats. "Something those two societies sought to mold their people into." His eyes stay fixated on the candle flame. "You see yourself as the perfect warrior, Ragman. I've seen it in your eyes everytime you leave an opponent beaten in the ring. You see yourself as flawless. Unbeatable. And to the others, you may very well be...." He lifts his eyes from the candle, to the camera lens. His expression never changes. He stares stoically back at the viewers, addressing his opponent. "But not to me. To me, Ragman, you are my trial. My test to overcome and prove to the Dominion of Pain that I have what it takes to serve their cause. To be their new instrument of destruction. You enter the ring, showing respect to your opponents. An admirable trait that all honorable warriors should follow. I will return this respect to you, as a fellow warrior. Then...I will tarnish your streak and leave you broken and beaten at my feet. I will destroy you. I will destroy "The Ragman" Jag'hatai D'habi. You are a light in this company. A light that burns bright like a hot flame. Bright enough to ward away the shadows."

Darius' eyes go back to the candle. "But I am not just a shadow. I am the darkness that brings the shadows. I am the blackness. I am a black hole, sweeping it's way through the New Frontier, seeking all light that I can find. And from a black hole...there is no escape for the light. It has no choice but to submit...and be destroyed. Tonight, Ragman...." Darius' lifts his eyes to the camera again. "I am going to snuff you out." Keeping his eyes on the camera, Darius brings up his other hand and pinches the burning wick with his thumb and index finger, putting out the flame and shrouding everything in pitch black before words appear on the screen:

FILIUS DAMNATI

AVE SATANAS

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As the camera returns to ringside, the crowd buzzes, waiting for the first contest to begin. The camera sweeps over the audience.

HANSON
"We're about ready to get the action going, folks!"

REYNOLDS
"This crowd is pumped, Nicky!"

KLAZZIC
"Hey, check it out, guys! We've got a guest!"

The camera on the audience focused on a woman sitting in the front row. Green hair. Black lipstick and eyeliner. Goth looking and dropdead gorgeous. She looked over at the camera, giving a small, friendly wave.

HANSON
"Well, I'll be damned! Sativa Naveah! What's she doing here?"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, what's she doing over there? Have her come over here! Whooooo baby!"

KLAZZIC
"Sativa Naveah, folks! She wrestles for multiple promotions! ECWF, California Wrestling, and HYBRID Unleashed! I guess she's here to enjoy some new action!"

HANSON
"Hey, nothing wrong with enjoying a wrestling show. Doesn't matter who's putting it on. I hope she enjoys !"



The lights go dark throughout the arena and light in reds, greens, blues, yellows beam across the darkness as Evilwave's "Wakanda" begins to play. Fifteen seconds in, a spotlight randomly lights up a section of the stands where he is found walking among the fans.

ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Being accompanied to the ring by Lady Elizavetta Von Dutch! From Hell, Michigan, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds! "The Ragman"...JAG'HATAAAIAIIIII D'HAAAAAAABIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

Jag'hatai D'habi continues his approach to the ring, slowly moving through the crowd.

KLAZZIC
"Well, I hope this a good match, fellas."

HANSON
"You have your doubts?"

KLAZZIC
"Oh, not that it won't be a contest. I'm just saying---"

REYNOLDS
"He wants to see sportsmanship, Nicky. Yeah, Matt, you're not gonna get that when a member of the Dominion of Pain is involved. I just hope Elizavetta doesn't get hurt with their new resident psycho coming out here to challenge Jag."

HANSON
"Jag?"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah. I can't pronounce his goddamn name so I'm gonna call him Jag."

KLAZZIC
"Well, it's not a bad nickname! Sounds kinda neat, he might like it!"

REYNOLDS
"Ya think Elizavetta Von Dutch'd give me some play?"

KLAZZIC
"I think she's a little old for a play date, James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"Hahaha, ohhhhhh no she's not!"

HANSON
"Ignore him, Matt. Jim, shut up."

James Reynolds laughs pervertedly as Jag'hatai D'habi continues his entrance. He finally gets down to ring level and he slides off his jacket and slides in the ring, after a considerable amount of time, four minutes and nineteen seconds, the length of his whole entrance song. During the process of his descent towards the ring, Elizavetta Von Dutch has made her way down the ramp to ringside to await his arrival.

The music stops and the lights return to normal, momentarily as Jag'hatai D'habi waits in the ring, watching the ramp with focused eyes. Elizavetta Von Dutch is seen whispering words of advice into his ear.

REYNOLDS
"God, do I have to sit here for this one?"

HANSON
"Not at all! Just quit your job."

REYNOLDS
"You'd like that."



The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.

1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.

ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring, at this time...representing the Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"

HANSON
"Calm. Methodical. Yet as we've seen, so so dangerous in that ring."

REYNOLDS
"This guy gives me the goddamn creeps, Nicky!"

KLAZZIC
"Anybody who uses death metal and dims the lights gives you the creeps, James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"I know, but THIS?! Look at THIS! This guy walks to the ring like a Grim Reaper but as soon as that bell rings, we've seen the mode he goes into!"

As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the Jag'hatai D'habi with that same, unchanged expression.

When the lights come back on, Darius finds his corner and removes his vest - as always, revealing the tattoos that his body had become a canvas for. Jag'hatai moves to the center of the ring, watching Darius as - just as is expected with the man, now - he extends his hand out as a sign of respect.

REYNOLDS
"Hah!! I'll give the guy heart for never giving up!"

HANSON
"Jag'hatai offers this to every opponent. He has yet to have been shown the respect of having it accepted."

The crowd buzzes as Darius moves towards Jag'hatai, locking eyes with the man. He looks down at the hand and back up at Jag'hatai D'habi. To the shock of the crowd, Darius reaches out and clasps the man's forearm in an old Roman style handshake. An approving wave of cheers moves through the crowd as Jag'hatai nods at Darius and returns to his corner.

KLAZZIC
"Look at THAT!"

REYNOLDS
"Am I fucking high?!"

~DING DING DING~

At the sound of the bell, both men move out of their corners, beginning to circle the ring with one another. There's the initial collar and elbow tie up as they start testing the other's power. It seems about equal. They break. Darius and Jag'hatai stare each other down again before going into another tie up. This time it becomes more like a pancrase style contest with both men going to the mat and jarring for a dominant position as they grapple at one another. The crowd begins to buzz as D'habi and Crowley pop up to their feet again. There's a brief moment of applause from the crowd. We hear clapping over the headset and the camera jumps over to the commentary table to show Matt Klazzic on his feet, applauding.

REYNOLDS
"Will you sit your ass down?!"

KLAZZIC
"This is amazing, James Reynolds! Right, Nick Hanson?!"

HANSON
"You can say that again!"

REYNOLDS
"Please, don't."

The match continued with Jag'hatai D'habi and Darius Crowley starting to throw everything they had, at one another. Grapples, submissions, forearms, kicks. If it could be done, it was dished out from one of the competitors. There was never any extended period of one man having an advantage over the other. Once it seemed like one would get going on a tear, his opponent popped back up to stop him in his tracks and flip the tables.

Finally, Darius unleashed one of his vicious, signature combos. A series of kicks and elbows to Jag'hati that ended with him kicking the Ragman in the back of a leg to get him down to his knee and ending with a stiff knee strike to the side of his head. The crowd started buzzing with energy as they looked on in shock.

REYNOLDS
"How long have these guys been going for?! I know there's a time limit!"

HANSON
"There is, but it might be over right here!"

Darius Crowley grabbed Jag'hatai D'habi, setting him up for Straight To Mordor.

KLAZZIC
"Could he end the streak before it really gets going?!"

Just as Crowley started to lift D'habi for the follow up, D'habi sagged to a knee, preventing his opponent from lifting him up. As soon as Crowley reacted, looking down, D'habi twisted out of the setup hold and grabbed Crowley from behind, hitting him with a German Suplex. Darius stumbled up to his feet but Jag'hatai was right there in his face, irish whipping him into the farthest corner before running off of the ropes.

As Jag'hatai closed in on Darius, the man sneered through the pain in his chest and threw himself back, causing Jag'hatai to come running right into a popping Pele Kick!!

~SMACK~

CROWD
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"DID YOU HEAR THAT ONE?!"

REYNOLDS
"He could have cracked something with that!"

Jag'hatai D'habi fell back as Darius Crowley hit the mat and rolled over to see his dazed opponent. He looked too exhausted and battered to make the crawl over to him, however and the next thing anyone knew....

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"There's the bell! That's the match!"

REYNOLDS
"Wait, WHAT?!"

KLAZZIC
"A draw!!!! WOW!!!"

HANSON
"These men just lasted twenty minutes against each other and they haven't answered the question, I'm sure they're both wondering! Who is the better man?!"

Inside the ring, both men climbed back to their feet and came to meet in the center. Darius held an arm across his torso while Elizavetta held an ice pack to the back of Jag'hatai's neck. Jag'hatai, again, offered his hand out, staring intensely at Darius. The newest member of the Dominion of Pain looked down at the hand, then back up at Jag'hatai with an odd look of dark, satisfaction on his face. Again, he reached out and clasped Jag'hatai's forearm. The two nodded at each other. As Jag'hatai turned to start stepping away, Darius suddenly yanked him back and pulled him so he was right in his face.

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhhhh ho-ho-hoooooooooo maaaaaaaaaan!"

Darius shook his head slowly and clearly mouthed 'we're not finished.' Jag'hatai nodded, alllllllmost smirking as he and Darius parted ways with the latter rolling out of the ring and leaving up the ramp.

KLAZZIC
"I don't think we've seen the end of these two clashing, gentlemen!"

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~Reptile!~

An excerpt from Skrillex’s “Reptile” plays over a colorful background with the words “THE GAME ROOM with KAT AND SAMMI!”

Along with the bouncing images of Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont’s heads on the screen, soon a third appears. With it, the words “Guest Starring: MARY WILLIAMS!” appear. After several seconds of this screen, the image implodes into black before another screen sweeps in, bringing us to what appears to be a lavish hotel room. On the bottom of the screen, the time appears

[Sunday, March 24th - 11:30 PM]

From what appears to be a camera laid low and angled upward, we see the Skillz Vendorz: Katrina Cage and Samantha Belmont, along with their apparent guest, Mary Williams. Kat and Sammi sit back on a King sized hotel bed on either side of Mary. Both Skills Vendorz have a controller in their hand. In the lower center of the screen, a feed reveals that they’re in the middle of a Mortal Kombat 9 match. Kitana on the left (Sammi). Kabal on the right (Kat). Both characters go back and forth beating the brutal hell out of each other. Blood flying all over the screen.

“Ooh! Ooh! Oi! I got one!” Samantha Belmont, in her adorably heavy British accent speaks up. “Alright, look: Johnny Cage...Liu Kang...and Scorpion.”

“Right?” Kat nods, waiting for Sammi to finish.

Sammi gives a quick glance to Mary and Kat before looking back at the screen with a grin. “Ya gotta fuck one, marry one, kill one. GO!”

“Fu--wait, WHAT?!” Kat leans passed Mary to look at Sammi. “Are you serious?”

“Screen, Kat!” Sammi says as Kitana unleashes a savage chain combo on Kabal, ripping his health down massively.

“Hey! No fair!” Kat remarks, panicking as Kabal performs a Break and knocks Kitana back.

“Well? C’mon! Let’s hear it!” Says Sammi

Kat shakes her head, at a loss. “I guess...aaaaaaagh….Fuck Liu Kang, Marry Johnny Cage, Kill Scorpion?”

“Really?” Sammi frowns, looking at her.

“Yeah?” Kat shrugs. They both look at Mary.

Sammi lightly nudges her with an elbow. “C’mon, Mare! Let’s hear it from the birthday girl, yeah?”

The newly turned legal adult laughed as she shook her head. “All right…” Mary started off, taking a deep breath. “So looks and awesome future offspring aside?” she tilted her head. “I don’t think that I could even be around Johnny Cage long enough for a quickie.” She paused when she heard “FINISH HIM!” booming from the television speakers. “I’d have to say… fuck Scorpion… Marry Liu Kang… and Kill Johnny Cage,” she smirked.

“Aaaaand speaking of kill!” Sammi quipped as she mashed in a combination on the controller. On the game screen feed, Kitana whipped out both fans, using one to split Kabal’s guts open while the other was used to split his head longways.

“Awwwwwww! Mother---!” Kat leaned back against the headboard and popped a chip into her mouth while handling her controller over to Mary.

“Alright, alright. Good one, Mare.” Sammi said, before adding. “I’d have to go with fuck Liu Kang...Marry Scorpion...Kill Johnny Cage.”

“Marry Scorpion?!” Kat looked over at Sammi again in disbelief.

“Oi! Do you see how much the man loved his family?” Sammi pointed at the screen, insinuating they’d just done a stretch on story mode. “That’s a man that every girl should dream about!”

Kat leaned back again, beginning to cackle hysterically.

“She’s got a point there,” Mary motioned toward Kat, waving her finger up and down before shrugging. “Can’t always be judging a book by it’s cover. Granted, Johnny Cage’s cover screams ego-maniac.”

As Mary and Sammi’s match began, Kat raises her hands up in defeat. “Alright, ya got me there, on that one! But you two didn’t let me finish, first!” She paused, reaching over to take a sip from a can of Mountain Dew before turning to Mary and Sammi, starting to count on her fingers. “Johnny might be arrogant, but you’ve gotta admit he’s hot. And he’s a big time Hollywood actor, so that means he’s stacked. So we say our vows, I put up with his crap for a year, and then I divorce his sorry ass and I get half of everything he’s got. My brown ass is set for life and I can go back and marry Smoke.”

“Smoke?!” Sammi, through laughter at the reveal of Kat’s scheme, looks at her friend.

“Hell yeah! He’s got that gorgeous, long silver hair in this one!” Kat nods at the screen. “So he’s like Sephiroth but without the worldwide homicidal tendencies.”

Mary raised an eyebrow, “all right, all right. I’m not exactly into silver hair, but I feel you on that one. And we all know that Johnny Cage is dumb enough to not even consider a pre-nup. I guess we’re just too young to think about the bigger picture,” she glanced over to Sammi with a smirk.

Sammi made an adorable scrunch face that was basically a silent ‘touche’ and fist bumped Mary. “Right, right. I’ll own that one.” She remarked as the match between her and Mary finally loaded. This time, Sammi controlled Smoke. “Oi, Kat, look! I’m ya boo!”

Kat watched the screen and raised an eyebrow, nodding while biting her bottom lip. “Hey, don’t judge me. I’m just saying!” After which, she looked over beside her at Mary with a grin. “Sooooo. Since we’re sitting here playing a game where people beat the hell out of each other. Someone has a big moment, tomorrow niiiiiiiight!” She giggled, nudging Mary playful with an elbow. “Ya nervous?”

“Well, it’s not like I’ve never wrestled before,” Mary started out timidly. “But honestly, this is going to be tougher than the SATs, and I took those when I was fourteen.”

“Awwwwwwww!” Both Sammi and Kat said in unison with Kat, not having a controller in her hand, leaning over to hug Mary carefully from the side so as not to mess her up in her match. “You’ll do fine, chica.” Kat said, reaching up to give Mary a little pinch on the cheek and a boop on the nose before sitting back.

“Yeah, who’s she got?” Sammi asked with a confused face.

“Trina Tanaka.” Kat said, already having picked up a sheet of paper with the card on it. “Yup.” She flicked the paper once she confirmed.

“Oh! Pfffft!” Sammi did a raspberry. “You’re golden, love. They may as well just hand you the W, right Kat?”

“Sam, we haven’t even debuted yet. Neither of us have been in the ring with Trina.” Kat said, honestly as she looked over at her tag partner.

“Oh...well yeah, but...hey, why haven’t we debuted yet?” She looked, quickly over to Kat then back at the screen.

Kat shrugged. “Don’t look at me! I’m just waiting to find our names on the card. Till then, we just keep chillin’ and staying ready!” If by ‘ready’ that meant, shoving another dorito into her mouth and sipping more Mountain Dew. Seriously, how did these two stay so skinny? Kat swallowed down the snacks in her mouth and gave Mary a little fist bop on her thigh. “You got this, girl. Sammi and I checked out your indie stuff. Tanaka ain’t got ish on you.”

Mary nodded, “oh no, I know she doesn’t. I know what I’m doing in that ring. I know that for a number of factors, I’m going to be doubted, but I am just going to be using that to my advantage.” She then picked up her own Mountain Dew and took a sip. “As for you two debuting?” She smirked, “I’m sure Super Bitch Squad needs to be knocked down a few pegs.”

“Oh my goooooddddd!!!!” Sammi groaned at the mention of SBS. “Don’t get me started on them! We were so excited to see their debut!” Sammi motioned between herself and Kat. “We used to watch them in Japan! Then they come out and….” She threw a hand up into the breeze.

“They pulled that crap with the Iron Maidens” Kat finished, looking just as displeased as Sammi was.

“So, yeah.” Sammi leaned back against the headboard again and focused on the screen. “So we’ve got a bone to pick with those three.” It dawned on her then. Three. “Oh, bloody hell, Kat!”

“What?” Kat looked over.

“There’s three of them and two of us!” Sammi looked like she’d just been told she had a singles match against a resurrected Andre The Giant.

Kat didn’t look concerned, one bit. She just shrugged and nodded with her head at Mary. “Three stuck up bitches versus three gamer chicks. Mary, if it comes down to it, you wanna kick some ass with us?”

Mary’s lips curled up into a devious grin as she looked to each member of Vendor Skillz, “why do you thought that I brought it up? There’s nothing that I like more than shutting girls up that talk bigger than they’ll ever be.”

“Well, I dunno. That one chick is kinda big.” Sammi said with her eyebrows raising up.

“Which one?” Kat asked.

Sammi said nothing. She just flexed her scrawny little arms up like she had muscles.

“Ahhhh, that one.” Kat clicked her tongue and waved a finger at her. “I got that one. And if not, we can all just sit back and let Shelley beat her up.”

“Ooh! I like that, yeah?” Sammi said with a little smirk as she set her controller down while the game screen depicted her character in MK9 getting Fatality’d by Mary’s.

“Wow! New girl’s got skills!” Kat said, impressed, giving Mary a fist bump.

“Too right, mate!” Sammi agreed, giving Mary another one before leaning forward, into the camera. “Oi! Trina, love. You better watch yourself!” With a wink and her own tongue click, the Game Room logo screen slammed into view, signaling the end of the segment.

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The camera shifted back stage to the locker room hallway. The audience watching from ringside popped, considerably, as Vincent Stone was seen walking through the hallway, dressed in casual street clothes. Blue jeans, his Fubu sneakers and a vintage Slipknot cutoff t-shirt, missing the sleeves. The crowd popped again as he came to stop at a locker room door with a familiar name on it - MERLEX - in big glittery blue and red letters on a sharp, lightning background.

Stone reached out and grabbed the doorknob before stopping and realizing where he was. He rolled his eyes, silently chiding himself before knocking on the door. "Erin! Alex! You girls decent in there?"

The door FLIES open revealing Erin Mercer in her Merlex themed variation of her gear. Basically colored to match that of Alex Brody's preferred gear. Stone jumps back a little, surprised. "I am! But Alex is still topless! Come on in!" The camera starts to inch forward before Stone sticks out a hand, where it could be heard slapping into the camera man's chest. Stone gives the lens a 'dude, what the hell?' look, before looking back at Erin. "Umm...that's fine, we'll come back later."

Erin rolled her eyes and stepped aside to let them in. "I'm kidding, Vin! Yes, we're both decent enough for camera."

Stone nodded. "Right." And stepped into the locker room. The camera perspective followed with Erin Mercer getting up in the lens, whispering with a semi-playful sneer as she pointed a tipped nail. "And you're a peeeeeerv!!" She whispered before moving out of the way and joining her friends in frame.

While both girls had a tendency to be completely adorable, when they were together, it was almost unbearable. Alex was preparing for her match in the way she knew best: relaxing. She'd trained all week, but right now? Was all about video games and unwinding. Which was why she sat on the floor, a Fozzy tee over her ring gear, playing what looked like an old NFW PS2 game. "Heeeey Vince!"

"Heeeeeey giiiiirl!!" Vincent Stone, ladies and gentlemen. The man just put on a sudden overtly flamboyant demeanor as he leaned back and snapped his fingers into the air before popping right back into his actual self with a humored smirk on his face.

Erin covered her mouth with her fingers, laughing hysterically at just how funny it was to see someone like him do that. "You're such a dork!"

"Yeah, I know." Stone gave a thumbs up and a click of his tongue. "I just wanted to check on you two. Everything good? Nostalgia Ultra's no joke. I'm not saying Merlex is, obviously, but I've been watching their previous work and...yikes."

"Oh trust me." Erin responded, folding her arms in front of her. "We have too. Right, champ?" She asked before something on the TV screen grabbed her attention. She leaned in and made a hilarious face of shock and confusion. "Alex? Are you playing The Soz?!" Erin looked at her friend with a hilarious look that demanded an explanation.

"Noooo, I'm playing AGAINST The Soz." Alex laughed, pointing to the screen. "See? I'm using Mr. Hollywood right now. I'm trying to remember the codes to unlock all the hidden wrestlers, so I can use Death's Head II or The Knights of Narcosis." And then, in a manner so hilariously sudden she was clearly trying to make it no big deal, "And I have a friend coming to visit, so when she gets here, I'm gonna take off for a little bit."

This was where Erin sat down beside her bestie, crossing her legs and leaning back with her hands behind her on the floor to hold her up. She grinned, watching Alex as the girl stared with the focus of a true gamer at the screen. Yeah, she knew her BFF and she was definitely hiding something. "Totally. You just make sure not to stay out too late, young lady. I want you home by 2:00AM sharp!" She teased, leaning over to squeeze Alex's arm.

"What're you, her mom?" Stone asked as he came over to sit with the girls. He pulled up a chair, however, rather than sitting on the floor.

"Uhh hello! Sister from another Mister!" Erin rolled her eyes and held up a hand to stop her other BFF - or as she called him, her BGF. "I gotta make sure my bestie here stays outta trouble! You never know who you're gonna meet on the internet!"

Stone rolled his eyes with a small smile playing on his face. "Yeah, yeah, okay. So are you two sure you're ready for tonight? These chicks seem pretty serious."

"Of course. I might not be the most devious or vicious girl around, but I'm ALWAYS ready." Alex told Vincent, before looking at Erin with a raised eyebrow. "I just invited my new friend Bridgette to see the show tonight, hopefully talk to Miss Hayes about working here, and then to go get some coffee after the show." Of course, she'd also had her father fly the girl in personally on the company plane, but shh. "Besides, YOU seem to have an admirer of your own to worry about."

"Oh my god! Shut. Up!" Erin said with a laugh and a playful swat to Alex's shoulder. Erin brought her legs up with her knees against her chest and covered her eyes with her hands with a nervous, but adorable giggle.

From his chair, Stone laughed, briefly leaning his head back before looking down at his Mixed Tag Team partner. "Is she talking about Amber Viskan?"

"Yes!" Erin looked up at him. "The sister of my idol is hitting on me. That is soooo...." She paused. What was even the word? "I don't wanna say weird. Not even creepy, just...I dunno! I didn't expect it!"

"Do you even...." Stone paused, obviously trying to think of how to phrase his thought without being too brash or blunt. "I mean, are you...."

"Into girls?" Erin finished, just looking up at him.

Stone shrugged a hand as if that was the best way to put it. "Yeah, sure. Go with that."

Erin slowly brought her hands up in a comically dramatic shrug and made a confused, scrunched up face. "Ehhhhh? Maybe? I dunno! I mean, it's not like Amber's not a gorgeous woman. I've got her and another girl that are like 'heeeeeey girrrrrrrrl!'" Erin, always almost adorable as Alex was nodded her head, winked with a click of her tongue and pointed off into nothing to mimic heavy flirting. "I have no idea! I mean, it's flattering! Makes me feel good about myself. It's not like any guys are trying to cozy up to me so...." She shrugged again and dropped her hands into her lap after lowering her knees and gave a heavy sigh, blowing some of her hair around so she had to fix it with her hand.

"I heard Morgan's ex is still single..." Alex said with a teasing tone, before her phone pinged with an incoming text, which Alex looked at quickly before grinning proudly. "Vin? You want next match? I gotta start getting ready." She asked, holding the controller out to him.

"Girl, I will fucking hit you." Erin raised up a fist beside her head, cocked and ready to hit Alex with a look that was anything but threatening. Instead, it was that wide eyed faux rage look. When Alex's phone went off, Erin squeezed her friends shoulders. "Don't take too long, Champ. We gotta be ready for Lara's girls. We gotta be ready to bring it!"

Stone, meanwhile, took the controller from Alex and started maneuvering the controls. "You girls got this. They're going up against two champions, tonight. They're the ones who better bring it."

Alex laughed, realizing what Erin must have presumed when the text came on. "Oh, no no no. She's not here yet. That was a text from Chris, wishing us luck tonight." Still, Erin's words rang true.She had to keep her mind on Nostalgia Ultra... because if she didn't? It would end VERY badly.

"I miss him!" Erin said with a pout. She knew Alex's Mixed Tag partner was working multiple companies though, especially his new main deal he'd signed with. "But yes! You need to get ready! We both do! Let's go talk strategy a---" As Erin climbed to her feet and pulled Alex up by her hands, something on the screen caught Erin's attention and she made another face. "Really, Vin?!"

From his chair, Stone turned to look up at the two, making overdramatic gestures with one hand, like he was mimicking old school 90's wrestling promos where everyone did everything way animated. "WHAT IS UP, PEOPLE!! I AM BEING THE SOZ!! AND I AM SO STOKED TO BE BEING IN MY FIRST VIDEO GAME!!!!"

Erin blinked, looked at Alex, then looked back at Stone, shaking her head. "You did that waaaaaaay too fucking well. C'mon, girl." Erin fist bumped Alex. "Let's go over this one more time." She said, leading the way for Merlex out of frame.

The camera focused in on Stone as he leaned forward in his chair, focusing on the screen. The in-game crowd went into a series of boos as a familiar old metal riff came on from the TV. Stone leaned back in his chair. "Ho-ho-ho-hooooooo!!!! Baphomet! Payback's a bitch, bro. Come get this shit!" He said, as the camera cut away.

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Returning to ringside, Trina Tanaka is already in the ring, waiting for her opponent as her music fades out.

The Super Mario Bros Theme Song Remix begins to play and a few moments later, Mary Williams walks out onto the stage with a plastic smile on her face, giving a beauty pageant wave to the crowd before bouncing a few times in place and running down the ramp, to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, the momentum taking her to the center of the ring. She does a push-up and walks to her hands before bouncing up, just as you can hear Mario's voice saying "Let's a-go!".

ARDEN
"From Oak Park, Illinois... It's Mary... Williams!"

The music fades out as she gets ready for the match.

KLAZZIC
"Awwwww, she's adorable!"

REYNOLDS
"SHE'S A NEEEEEEEERD!!!!"

HANSON
"YOU'RE A JEEEEEEEERK!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky!"

~DING DING DING~

In her debut contest, Mary Williams demonstrated a decent display of ring awareness. She was obviously still a little 'green', but it was clear she knew what she was doing when it came to maneuvering around the ring. She kept Trina Tanaka at bay with precise strikes that said she had focused heavily on that in her training.

Even so, Trina Tanaka seemed to underestimate the newcomer and that proved to be her downfall as Mary Williams hit a Cartwheel Kick while Trina came rebounding off of the ropes. As Trina began climbing to her feet, dazed, Mary snatched her to her feet quickly and hit her with a Snap DDT she'd dubbed the HEADS Up, drilling Trina's head into the mat and rolled her over for the cover at 10:37.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"And that's gonna be a debut win for Mary Williams, folks!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, for a nerd she's not bad in the ring!"

KLAZZIC
"Why does being a nerd have to mean a lack of ring prowess with you?"

REYNOLDS
"I'm just saying!"

HANSON
"Hey! Look who it is!"

As Mary Williams celebrated in the ring, mouthing a 'thank you' to all of the fans while backing up the ramp, Sammi Belmont and Kat Cage - the Skillz Vendorz, appeared from behind the curtain, both coming to hug and congratulate her.

REYNOLDS
"I keep almost forgetting about these two. They're signed, right?"

KLAZZIC
"Signed and just waiting for booking. But you know what? I'll give kudos to these young ladies! They come out into the arena during setup, and they help setup the ring. They help clean the locker rooms up after the superstars leave. These girls are humble!"

HANSON
"Something that you don't see a lot in major promotions, anymore! Well, congratulations to Mary Williams on her big debut, here in NFW! I'm sure we'll be seeing more of her in the near future!"

REYNOLDS
"I wouldn't mind seeing more of her."

HANSON
"Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"She's legal, Nicky! Remember!"

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*In the backstage area we see Paul Heyman and Takashi Sugiura discussing something with Minoru Suzuki when the camera pans out and we see Zack Sabre Jr. and TAKA Michinoku walk in.*

"'Ey. You see what those idiots did for us tonight? They take that wanker, Colt Shields. A wanker that you," Sabre says as he points at Sugiura, "beat last week and put him with his partner Satoru Shade to challenge us for a match tonight. It's a fucking insult to put his in the ring with those two," Sabre says annoyed as Heyman and Suzuki smirk.

"Hey, Brody. I don't know what you've been smoking lately, but what the fuck, man?" Sabre asks. "You put us in a tag match with these two idiots and on top of that, you take AKI, a man we stretched last week to the point where he tapped, and put him in the ring with Doomsday? I like watching a good ass-kicking as much as the next man, but Doomsday? Need a little something there to boost the ol' self-esteem after AKI knocked you on your ass last week? If that little twerp gives you trouble, you may as well hand those belts over to us when we step in the ring with you," Sabre says with Heyman looking at Suzuki and and the two then looking at Sabre and nodding in approval.

"Now, tonight? Shields and Shade.I don't know what muppets you were tossing with to get yourself this match, but it doesn't matter. Nothing will stop us from getting those tag titles from Ultra-Violence; not those two pillocks, not that tosser Brody, and definitely not you two mingers," Sabre says to the camera as Heyman smirks and looks down and puts his hand on his chin as he laughs to himself.

"Bring whatever you call your 'A' game, because you two will just be another team that gets dismembered and left tapping before the night is done. Get your notes ready, because tonight, we take you lads to school," Sabre says sternly as Heyman looks at mouths 'he's not wrong' to the camera before smirking confidently as the camera fades to black.

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In a match where Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr seemed intent on showing everyone just how dangerous they were as a tag team unit, Suzuki-gun defeated the tag team of Colt Shields and Satoru Shade III in 10:22 when Zack Sabre Jr twisted Satoru Shade up into the Orienteering With Napalm Death. Meanwhile, outside, Minoru Suzuki had tied Colt Shields up with an Indian Deathlock where he savagely worked the big Australian's legs to add insult to injury.

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The camera shifted to what appeared to be outside of the arena. Sitting on the trunk of a random car, Morgan Payne was brought into frame, bringing a cigarette to her lips. She was already dressed to go into her match, tonight. Her leather jacket was even already on over her ring gear. In her other hand, she had her phone, staring at it. Probably the clock. Could have been on social media. It was nearing time for her match, though, and Morgan had dipped out of the arena to sneak away from everyone for a bit. She knew they were probably looking for her, by now. It was evident that Pittsburgh native, usually tough as nails and more brash and outspoken than anybody else on the roster - except for maybe Lara Blackheart - was losing a battle with her nerves, right now, though. Morgan flicked her cigarette butt off into the distance and pulled another out of her pack of Newports. "Fuckin' Christ...." She muttered under her breath as she stuck it between her lips and lit it with, what appeared to be, a brand new Steelers zippo. She took that first drag as she looked up and noticed the camera.

Frowning, Morgan plucked the cigarette out from between her lips and blew it out right into the lens. "Whadda fuck're you doin heah?" The camera angle backed up a little. "Fuckin' stalkers, the lotta yins. Sheesh." She stuck her cigarette back into her mouth and went back to her phone.

"Mor?" Wearing a baggy, old-school Dio tee over tight light blue jeans and sneakers, Marissa came walking over to the girl who was, by all rights, her sister. She knew these moods, and they always broke her heart. Hopping up on the hood with Morgan, the blonde pulled her partner in for a comforting hug. "I mean this with all the love in the world - knock it the hell off."

Morgan leaned right into Marissa with the saddest look in her eyes. Even despite being told from all ends she had this, she had a hard time believing in herself. Everyone told her she had this match in the bag but Morgan couldn't shake the feeling. Morgan set her phone down beside her and reached up with one hand to squeeze Marissa's forearm. She looked like she was on the verge of crying, almost, but she managed not to...for now. "I can't help it, Mar." Morgan said with an almost unbecoming nervousness in her voice. "I never had somethin' like this before. Like a title match. Not without you tagging with me. An' I know if I lose it means I ain't good enough. Then everyone's gonna laugh at the dumb city bitch who can't get the job done by herself." That was it. Morgan blinked her brown and green eyes and a tear crept down her cheek.

"Look. Neither of us have really done much in the way of singles wrestling. Nobody expects either of us to go winning titles already." Marissa took Morgan by the chin, making her look directly into her eyes. "You gotta stop worrying about what other people think, hon. That's what's holding you back. You're talented as hell. But you worry too much. That's how people like Lara win: they prey on your insecurities and fears. Your dad thinks you're great. My folks think you're great. I think you're great. Fuck what anyone else thinks, win or lose."

Morgan nodded, tossing her barely smoked cigarette off to the parking lot ground and hugged Marissa tight. If it hadn't been for her dad and the actual Payne family, she probably wouldn't have gotten this far in her career or even in life. When the hug was finished, Morgan continued to lean into her. "I know yins believe in me. And I know a couple others do. You right. That's all I need. That's why I gotta do this." Morgan found her smile again and sat up straight, grabbing her phone and smiled at Marissa. Blood or not, they were sisters through and through. "I gotta do this for yins and I gotta do this for me." She raised up a fist. "We ride or die, all day."

"If you win tonight... we're going out and celebrating." Marissa said, smiling at her friend. "And if you lose? We're STILL going out and celebrating. Because nobody wins all the time. What matters isn't if you win. What matters.... if that you go out there and show her you ain't that bitch to take lightly. You beat her ass so bad that win or lose, she fears the idea of ever being across the ring from you AGAIN."

One could see it, as they watched the scene unfold, Marissa's motivational words were changing the tides of how Morgan was seeing this match. Sadness and self doubt were leaving her bi-colored eyes and being replaced with the fire that was more like her when she was ready for a fight. She knew Serena Frost wasn't going to play this clean. She knew the Renegades were probably going to get involved. At the very least, Tyler Grey probably would. He didn't have a match of his own to worry about. "You right, Mari." Morgan said. "You right!" She hopped off of the trunk of the car. "I know she gon' play dirty but if that's how she wanna do, I'mma show that ass what fuckin' street is!" She stuck up her hand for their signature BFF handshake.

Finally, a true smile appeared on Marissa's face. She effortlessly did their signature handshake, nodding emphatically. "That's my sister! You go out there, you go motherfuckin' Super Saiyan on that bitch, and you make an impression that goes WAY beyond wins and losses!"

"Fuckin' right!!" Morgan said, absolutely pumped and confident now as she turned towards the camera. "Serena! You goin' dahntahn after dahk tonight, bitch!" She said, right up in the lens and took off out of frame, walking with a sense of purpose...in the completely wrong direction. Not to mention, her match wasn't until after several others took place!

Marissa watched her friend go, realizing what just happened. She looked briefly at the camera with a silent look of 'oh that silly girl' before hopping down from the car and chasing after her.

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*The backstage cameras catch a focused and determined AKI making his way to the ring. As he walks past the backstage crew, some of them shake their heads in disbelief at the task looming ahead for him. One of the agents steps in his path, prompting AKI to stop, while not even looking to acknowledge who stopped him.*

"Look, AKI. You don't have to do this. This could be a career ender for you," the agent says.

"No one can ever question your heart, but this is too much. It's not too late to rethink this, we have someone else on standby for Doomsday if you want to back out," the agent says as the camera slowly zooms in on AKI, who's closed his eyes and shaking his head to himself before looking at the agent and pushing him aside as he makes his way to the ring and several members of the ring crew go over to help the agent up, as he looks in AKI's direction in disbelief.

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The camera shifts backstage to a closeup of a black GOJIRA t-shirt. The person wearing it is on the move as they move down the hallway with the camera panning backwards with them.

After a moment, the camera shot widens, bringing the face of Nico Salvatore into frame as the one we're following. With his t-shirt, he wears a simple pair of jeans and biker boots. A solid black skull cap over his blonde hair. Nico comes to stop at the locker room of the Dominion of Pain. He doesn't hesitate in knocking. When there's no answer, Nico knocks again, louder.

"POP!" He calls through the door. Nothing. He twists the knob and opens the door, letting himself in. The camera follows him in as Nico scans the locker room, made up to look more like a miniature church of Satan. Finally, Nico turns to look off camera and adjust the rest of his body to face off in that direction. "There you are."

The camera pans over to the massive form of Nico's father - known in NFW, simply, as Doomsday - sitting in a chair as he finishes tying his boot laces and tucking them in underneath. Through a curtain of hair, Doomsday looks up from under his mask. "Yes. Here I am...." He says in a low growl before looking back down at his hands and arms, adjusting his elbow pad on one arm - the brace on the other.

Nico walks back into frame to stand next to his father before pulling up a chair. He, too, watches his father's hands and notices something. "Your ring's really gone?" At this, viewers would notice that the masked man's ring on his left ring finger was gone.

"I did...what had to be done, Nico." Doomsday says, slapping his elbow pad on his left arm. He flexes his right arm in and out, texting the flexibility of the brace before standing to his feet. He moves more into the light and we see a closeup of the sickening scars on his body.

Nico stands up from his chair and stays with him as he moves around, putting excess pieces of his gear away into his locker and his bag. "Look, I get it. I talked to Ethan. He thinks he knows why you did it."

"Ethan is wrong." Doomsday grunts. "All due respect to the boy." He pulls a large garment out of his bag and unfolds it. His hooded entrance jacket. Doomsday slides his arms in - his right one being done a little gingerly and carefully because of the brace. Adjusting the outer edges of his coat, Doomsday keeps the hood down and turns towards his son. "...Is that what you came to talk about? Your mother?"

Nico lets out a heavy sigh. The look on his face says he wants to talk about it but he shakes his head, switching the subject. "Nah, Pop." He says. "Actually, I wanted to talk about this thing with AKI." Doomsday says no words, but growls under his mask as he shoves his duffel bag into his locker. Nico comes to lean against the one beside it, crossing his arms. "Look, Pop, I get it. You're pissed. But is it worth trying to take the guy out, over it? I mean you did kinda provoke him."

Doomsday shuts his locker door with a loud, metallic bang and turns sharply towards Nico. The Urban Gladiator doesn't even flinch. He knows his father well enough. Doomsday responds, "I gave your little friend enough chances to leave. I told him that it didn't concern him. I provoked nothing! He brought this on himself! If I, your father, have to show you, my son, the true vulnerability of your poorly chosen allies, then I shall."

"You saying you want me to watch what you do out there?" Nico says, stepping away from the locker as Doomsday turns towards the camera and approaches the locker room door.

"Yes." Doomsday reaches back and pulls up his hood, shrouding his features under worn leather and shadow. He turns his head just slightly over his shoulder. "As it says in scriptures...come and see...." Doomsday turns back in front of him and steps passed the camera, before he can be heard walking out the door.

The camera slowly focuses in on Nico, watching his father go with a look that says he's at a loss. He shakes his head as the shot fades to black....

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Returning to ringside, the camera focuses high on the ring and entrance ramp.

HANSON
"You gentlemen ready for this one?"

REYNOLDS
"I didn't feel the need to pack a lunch, I'll say that much."



The crowd pops as The Black Mage's "Maybe I'm A Lion" comes on over the speakers and AKI makes his way out onto the stage with determination in his steps.

ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring! From Osaka, Japan!
Weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds! AAAAAAAKKKIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!"

He acts as if nothing is out of the ordinary and performs his usual entrance, briefly showing off his speed and agility as the crowd cheers him on.

KLAZZIC
"He's got quite the challenge ahead of him, but I will never doubt that man!"

REYNOLDS
"Speak for yourself."

As AKI threw off his shirt, psyching himself up in the ring, the arena lights go out, shrouding it in complete darkness.

REYNOLDS
"Always with the goddamn lights with the Dominion!!"

In a pitch black arena, the video wall comes to life with his tron video as the music starts. A descending countdown is mixed in with quick shots of people going about their happy, daily lives. As the countdown approaches zero, they are seen looking up as a flash in the sky blots out the sun and a shadow casts itself over the city, indicating something falling towards Earth. The object itself is never shown but once the countdown reaches "0", there is a massive explosion of pyro on the arena stage as the video wall is obscured from the flash. With this explosion, the main body of the song kicks in. When the pyro subsides, the video depicts a post-apocalyptic wasteland, intercut with the word "DOOMSDAY" shaking violently on the screen.

From the curtain, Doomsday steps out, stopping on the stage only to ball up his fists and lift his head towards the ring. His hood obscures his masked face but we see strands of long, wet, black hair dangling from underneath. Doomsday shakes his head as if he were spitting in disgust before beginning a brisk walk down the ramp.

ARDEN
"His opponent! Weighing in at three hundred and twenty eight pounds!! Representing the Dominion of Pain! He is DEATH...INCARNATE!! THIS...IS....DOOOOOOOOOMSDAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"This motherfucker's like three AKI's put together. I can't believe Steven Brody signed this match!"

Doomsday ignores everything from the fans to cheers, boos, obscene gestures and those reaching out to touch his hand, as his status in NFW garners him a mixed reaction. Boos from the die hard babyface loving fans, but cheers from those who just appreciate in-ring talent and know what this man has sacrificed during his career. Making his way up the steps, he enters the ring over the top rope, moving to a turnbuckle where he climbs up, throws back his hood and flings back his hair, raising his fists in a powerful roar. Once he climbs down from the turnbuckle, he removes his coat and violently flings it down to the ringside floor before backing into his corner and leaning forward, pulling on the ropes as he waits impatiently for the bell to ring.

~DING DING DING~

KLAZZIC
"Here we go, folks! As the late, great Gorilla Monsoon once said: The unstoppable force versus the immovable object!"

REYNOLDS
"What are you fucking kidding me?! Somebody call Child Services! We're about to witness a domestic crime on our hands!"

HANSON
"Well, nonetheless, this match has begun. Doomsday can hardly believe the backing that AKI has from the crowd."

As Nick Hanson spoke, Doomsday gazed around at the fans cheering and clapping.

"LET'S GO AKI!!!!"

Clap-clap-clapclapclap

"LET'S GO AKI!!!!!"

Clap-clap-clapclapclap

KLAZZIC
"These fans are pulling for AKI all the way---"

HANSON
"AND HERE HE COMES!!! STRAIGHT OUT THE GATE!!!!"

The fans immediately went into a pop as AKI came sprinting across the ring at Doomsday, catching him off guard with a dropkick that sent him stumbling back. AKI hit the mat and immediately popped up to his feet. Instantly enraged, Doomsday came out of the corner with a lariat. Swing and a miss as AKI ducked under and began throwing sharp kicks to the man's legs. Specifically, his knees. AKI was doing something right because Doomsday immediately began reeling with each kick.

REYNOLDS
"HOLY CRAP!!!"

KLAZZIC
"ALLOW ME TO SPECIFY, JAMES REYNOLDS!!! AKI MAY BE THE PHYSICAL UNDERDOG, BUT THAT IMMOVABLE OBJECT I SPOKE OF? THAT IS THE HEART OF THAT YOUNG MAN!!"

After several kicks to his knees, Doomsday lunged out and managed to seize AKI by the throat with both hands. With a gutteral snarl that sounded more animalistic than human, he flung AKI like a child across the ring. AKI hit the mat and rolled up to his feet in the corner.

HANSON
"Ohhh! And Doomsday just manhandles his opponent!"

Roaring at the top of his lungs, Doomsday came barreling in full speed towards AKI and went for a leaping splash into the corner but AKI rolled out of the way and caused him to crash into the turnbuckle. Back on his feet, AKI hit a basement dropkick to one of Doomsday's legs, bringing him to a knee.

KLAZZIC
"HE'S DOWN!!! DOOMSDAY'S DOWN!!!! AKI'S BROUGHT DOWN THE HARBINGER!!!"

HANSON
"THE DOMINION OF PAIN'S SERGEANT AT ARMS, SO TO SPEAK, IS REELING!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!"

AKI ran off the ropes and came back full speed, dropkicking Doomsday hard enough to send the unsteady man through the bottom and middle ropes where he hit the floor.

REYNOLDS
"I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING!!"

As Doomsday got to his feet, AKI waited, poised and ready before running back off of the ropes and came up off of the top rope for a Tope Con Hilo.

This time, Doomsday caught the Junior Heavyweight out of mid air, holding him across his own body.

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhhh and I spoke too soon!"

Roaring with rage, Doomsday charged forward, ramming AKI's lower back into the ringpost. He backed up and ran in again, ramming him a second time.

HANSON
"He's gonna break AKI's spine if he keeps this up!"

KLAZZIC
"He's got a reputation for hurting people, Nick Hanson!"

HANSON
"He certainly does, Matt and--WHOA WATCH OUT!!!"

After a third ramming into the ringpost, Doomsday literally FLUNG AKI aside, tossing him across the announce table. The smaller man's body hit the table top, rolling across and right into the three commentators. They barely made it to their feet to get out of AKI's way as he hit the floor by their feet.

HANSON
"Did you see the power of Doomsday just now?!"

REYNOLDS
"He threw a human being like a goddamn trash bag! Right out of the can and into the truck! Time to go to the dump, AKI!"

HANSON
"Watch out, watch out!"

As Nick Hanson exclaimed, Doomsday stormed over, throwing the timekeeper out of his way and tossing the man's chair over his shoulder. He grabbed Matt Klazzic by the shoulders and shoved him aside to get at AKI.

HANSON
"Jesus! Matt!"

As Doomsday picked AKI up and dragged him back towards the ring, Matt Klazzic got back to his feet.

HANSON
"You okay?"

KLAZZIC
"Now that was uncalled for!"

As AKI was tossed into the ring, he immediately began crawling towards the ropes to get to his feet.

As the match went on, Doomsday continued to beat and manhandle AKI relentlessly but AKI continued to show heart and fight back against the man who outsized and overpowered him immensely. No matter what Doomsday did to him, however, several pin attempts saw AKI kick out, refusing to stay down. For another stretch, AKI began to fire back with more offense, proving he could hang with the big man as he wore down his knees again and, eventually, started throwing kicks to his right arm which really had an adverse effect on Doomsday.

Eventually, AKI hit a stiff kick that mirrored the one he hit on Doomsday last week, causing him to buckle, before hitting a sharp roundhouse to the man's head. Doomsday reeled again and AKI positioned himself and swung Doomsday down into the AKI SPIRAL!!!!

HANSON
"THERE'S THE AKI SPIRAL!!!! AGAIN!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"HE COULD VERY WELL BEAT DOOMSDAY, RIGHT HERE!!"

REYNOLDS
"IT'S GONNA TAKE MORE THAN THAT!!!"

HANSON
"I THINK AKI KNOWS THAT WELL ENOUGH!! THERE HE GOES TO THE TOP!! IT CAN ONLY MEAN ONE THING!!"

As AKI hurried to the top rope, Doomsday pulled himself up, sitting straight up after being thrown to the mat. Just as he did, down came AKI, driving his knees into Doomsday's chest with the RYUSSEI!!

KLAZZIC
"RYUSSEI!!!!!!"

HANSON
"AKI'S GOT THE LEGS!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR---

Doomsday jerked his body, sending AKI right up off of him as he rolled over onto his stomach, visibly starting to get winded.

HANSON
"We're barely over the five minute mark and AKI has done some damage!"

Immediately, AKI looked back at Doomsday and got to his feet, hurrying over to the corner where he climbed to the turnbuckle again and waited for Doomsday to get back up to his feet. AKI came off of the ropes again, but Doomsday caught him by the throat in a vice grip.

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhhhh, he took too many high risks and it came back to bite him!!"

Doomsday lifted AKI up for a chokeslam but AKI slipped out of the hold and ran for the ropes again.

KLAZZIC
"WAIT A MINUTE!!! AKI SLIPS OUT!"

Doomsday ran off of the ropes as well, opposite AKI. Rather than going for what would have seemed to be an obvious opportunity, Doomsday ran passed AKI and off the ropes once more. AKI came off the other side of the ropes, right back at Doomsday but ended up running right into a savage clothesline from Hell that knocked him inside out.

HANSON
"SHOCKWAVE FROM DOOMSDAY!!!"

REYNOLDS
"ALMOST TOOK AKI'S HEAD OFF!!"

Doomsday picked up the dazed Junior Heavyweight and set him up again for a finish. This time he positioned AKI for a pumphandle maneuver and ran his thumb across his throat before popping him into the air and catching him into a Flatliner.

HANSON
"AND THERE IT IS!!! THE FALLOUT!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Ghost's "Faith" played over the speakers again as Doomsday pulled himself to his feet and shook the referee's hand off of his arm. Match Time: 6:22.

As his music played on, Doomsday clearly nursed his right arm and his knees before turning towards AKI as the smaller man slowly pulled himself to his knees.

KLAZZIC
"I'm gonna give AKI kudos, folks! That was a heck of an effort!"

HANSON
"Wait a minute, what's Doomsday doing?"

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh shit!"

Doomsday limped over to AKI, grabbing him by the back of the head and by an arm to pull himself up to his feet.

HANSON
"Aw, no! C'mon!"

KLAZZIC
"Oh screw that! Not on my watch!"

HANSON
"Matt? What are you doing?"

The camera jumps over to the commentary table as Matt Klazzic throws off his headset and grabs up his chair, folding it and heading quickly towards the ring. Inside the ring, Doomsday sets AKI up for a chokeslam before he sees Matt Klazzic slide into the ring, brandishing his weapon. Doomsday shoves AKI aside and turns to face Matt as he raises the chair up, ready to fight if he needs to. He can be seen mouthing 'Don't you do it! You want more, I'll give it to you!'

Doomsday looks back at the battered AKI and back at Matt, backing towards the ropes. Matt Klazzic starts to lower the chair and turns towards the ropes once he's sure AKI is out of harms way. Once he starts getting out of the ring, Doomsday rushes back across and grabs him by his jacket.

HANSON
"OH NOW C'MON!!! MATT WAS ONLY TRYING TO HELP AKI!!"

REYNOLDS
"SHOULDN'T HAVE TURNED HIS BACK ON HIM!!"

Doomsday drags Matt Klazzic back into the ring where he starts laying shots into him in the corner. After several strikes, he pulls Matt to the center of the ring and grabs him by the throat for a chokeslam. The crowd begins to pop, all of a sudden, as RICK DICKULOUS appears, running down the ramp. Just as Doomsday gets Matt lifted up, Rick slides into the ring and hits a double axe handle from the back, causing the monster to drop his friend. Rick turns Doomsday around and starts throwing shots at him. Doomsday fights back, laying into Rick with brutal closed fists. The younger and quicker Rick Dickulous, however, manages to beat Doomsday back and clothesline him over the top rope and back out to ringside. Doomsday lands on his feet and backs up the ramp, fuming as Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic convene in the ring with Rick obviously asking Matt if he's okay. The two then go to check on AKI as Doomsday storms towards the back.

HANSON
"Looks like the day was saved by both Matt and his buddy Rick!"

REYNOLDS
"I still think they're idiots!"

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The camera cut to Alex Brody, pacing around the locker room she shared with her partners, Erin Mercer and Vincent Stone. She was already dressed for her match, and was stretching and exercising more due to nerves than to prepare. She wasn't sure where she'd gotten the nerve to flat out ask Bridgette on a date, much less to ask to have her flown to this show via the company plane. To calm herself, she took the NFW Women's Championship in her hands, and gazed at it for a moment. She'd worked so hard, and against so many odds, to win this... it was her vindication. The proof that, despite her sweetness and friendliness, she had the killer instinct it took to succeed in this business. Taking a deep breath, she smiled, sitting back down to wait for her new friend's arrival.

Bridgette appeared to be a woman out of time. In this big fancy locker room of a real wrestling organization her leather jacket and flannel would lead you to believe she was a teen from the grunge era. This was the girl Alex Brody took so much interest in? Bridgette walked into the locker room that the two beefy security guards lead her too.

"Hey you!" Alex said excitedly, a beaming smile on her face. Prancing over with an adorable little bounce. "I'm so glad you came! Was the flight ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, it was... Fine..." She looked over at the other two girls she didn't know. She was only just technically meeting Alex for the first time in person. It was a lot to take in for a 19 year old from Vancouver.

Taking the younger girl by the arm, Alex led her to a more private area, not wanting to overwhelm her more than necessary. "I have a big match tonight, so we made sure you have a front row seat, so you can see NFW up close, see if it's something you'd wanna be part of."

"Yeah... I've been meaning to ask you about that..." She looked at Alex with a face filled with confusion and concern.

"Anything! Ask away!" Alex told her, that smile on her face just too adorable to exist. "I'm admittedly not good with getting to know new people... but I really wanna get to know you!"

"Why me?" She asked very bluntly and sharply.

"Honestly?" Alex asked, blushing a little. "Well... there's a couple of reasons. First... there's just something about you that drew me to you. Just some weird feeling that whether as partners, friends, or something more, that I'm just meant to know you. Second? I love to see young girls trying to get into the sport, especially when they seem like good people. And third? Things are getting bad here. Stables at war with each other.... people we thought were friends fighting us... I need friends that I made outside of here"

"But why me? There are million other Indy wrestlers more experienced and proven then myself you could have picked from and yet you flew out some girl from Vancouver all the way out here to pitch her a contract?"

"Well..." Alex giggled, blushing a little. "At least a SMALL part of it was the desire to impress you because I think you're SO pretty and cute..." Alex felt so stupid talking like this, but she barely had any experience flirting with GUYS much less with girls. "But I just... get a feeling about people. It's how I met my best friend. I just knew from the moment we met that she was special."

Bridgette flat out thought that Alex was nuts talking like that. But living in America wasn't cheap so what else did she have to lose? "Alright... So... What am I supposed to do?"

"Well... you can go talk to Savannah Hayes. She's the Women's GM." Alex explained. "If you wanna join NFW? She's the one to talk to. If you don't want to? No big deal, just enjoy the show, and we'll stay Twitter friends!"

"Alright... I guess I'll go... You know... Do that then."

"Hey..." Alex blinked, her natural empathy showing, "Did I do something to upset you?"

"What? No! No! Just... I mean... This is just all so... Sudden."

"Oh, thank goodness." Alex laughed, nibbling her lip. "Like I said... I'm SO bad at this. I was afraid I came off as too aggressive, or creepy, or something."

"It's... Different. I mean... I'm nobody. I really don't know what you're looking for, but i can tell you I probably don't have it.",

"Well... let's just find that out together." Alex said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Go talk to Ms. Hayes. After the show, you can hang out with me and Erin before we go out. We'll help you be the best version of you that you can be."

"Alright... Sure. You got a deal."

The camera, after a moment, switched over to....

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Amy Connors is standing backstage with a microphone in hand.

Amy: "Hello everyone, Amy Connors backstage with two of the hottest new signings to NFW and new members of the Dominion of Pain: TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli!"

The camera pans to show the two standing next to Amy.

TyAnna: "Excuse me hun, but correction. We are not members of the Dominion of Pain. Nostalgia Ultra is aligned with Penelope Cassidy and Lara Blackheart, and even though Lara wants us to treat the Dominion as allies we are not members of their ranks. So as a result we are not responsible for their actions the way certain people want to think we are."

Amy: "TyAnna, are you referring to the altercation that went down on Twitter earlier this week between you and your opponents? Specifically Erin Mercer?"

Futura: "Amy, we’re not here to talk about Twitter. People don’t pay to see us tweet, they pay to see us fight. More specifically they pay to see TyAnna conquer and me knock out anyone who stands in her way of doing that."

TyAnna: "But, if you insist on discussing our opponents when you have two of the best wrestlers in the world right in front of you then we can do that. I don’t mind wasting everyone’s time so let’s discuss. Alex Brody is a sweetheart and a champion. Erin Mercer despite being obliviously tone deaf is also a sweetheart. But that’s the thing Amy. Both of our opponents are kind. They’re here to make friends. That’s a great life skill but that’s not what this business is about. Me and Futura? We already have friends. We don’t need anymore and that’s not what we’re here to do. We’re here to win. We’re going to do that by any means necessary and we don’t care who happens to be a casualty. Is it going to be the boss’s daughter? Is it going to be the girl who needs to be reminded what industry she signed up for? I don’t care but, so long as Nostalgia Ultra is around and people want to stand in our way, there will be bloodshed."

Amy: "You mention your friends and being willing to do anything to win. Does that include cheating with Lara and Penelope like you did last week?"

Futura steps closer to Amy looking down at her uncomfortably.

Futura: "Distraction or not, I dumped Adrianna on her head and put her lights out. That’s the difference between TyAnna and I compared to the rest of this roster, we know how to work as a team. Last week you saw that we can work off of our allies to make sure our opponents don’t get up. We can work off each other just as well if not better. Alex Brody might be the women’s champion and Erin Mercer might not know when to quit but there’s no amount of fire, spirit or credibility that can help you when you lie unconscious on the mat. For most that’s easier said than done… Not for me."

Futura backs away not breaking eye contact with Amy as TyAnna speaks.

TyAnna: "It’s heartwarming to hear that these girls have so much drive and determination but Futura and I have not only worked hard to get where we are, we also have the talent to make that mean something. I’ve been told that nothing I’ve done outside of these walls means anything but those statements come from a place of insecurity and denial. What I accomplished elsewhere is prophecy of what me and Futura will accomplish here. I’ve stood at the top of the mountain before, and now as the Guardian of Love with the best knockout artist in the world I will stand atop the mountain once again. Contrary to popular belief though, between us and the rest of Sex & Violence, it will not be lonely at the top."

TyAnna walks away with Futura holding eye contact with Amy for a moment as she follows her partner.

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In their second tag team contest in NFW, Nostalgia Ultra continued to prove their dominance against Merlex as their close chemistry and in-ring style worked against Merlex's own strategy. Erin was the 'power' of Merlex but it wasn't ever her strongest feature. Alex was the quick and agile one but Futura Soli's own quick striking did well to keep her grounded.

Nostalgia Ultra picked up the victory over Merlex, by pinfall at 20:49, as Alex Brody hit a Dragonrana to TyAnna Jupiter in the center of the ring, setting her up. As Alex Brody came running off of the ropes for the Absolute Zero, Futura Soli made it into the ring in time to catch her from the side with a stiff Superkick that sent her immediately to the mat. Erin Mercer attempted to make it into the ring to help Alex but Futura turned her sights on her and hit her with another Superkick, sending her off of the apron as TyAnna Jupiter picked Alex Brody up to her feet, backed up and ran in to deliver the CRESCENT BEAM to Alex Brody for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

The Internet's "Get Away" came on as Futura and TyAnna celebrated in the ring. Alex Brody rolled out of the ring where Erin Mercer was there to help her to her feet, while holding her own jaw. Frustrated but nodding as she backed up the ramp with an arm around Alex's shoulders, protectively.

REYNOLDS
"Welp! My girls are 2 and 0!"

HANSON
"Your girls?"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, I gotta root for my main team, Nicky!"

KLAZZIC
"I question their choice of associates but I can't deny their chemistry in the ring. We could be seeing these two going for the Women's Tag Team Titles soon enough!"

HANSON
"Don't quote me on it, but they could end up in contention for them when Savannah Hayes decides to recrown the champions! You never know!"

The camera faded out to a commercial break as TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli celebrated their victory coolly, inside the ring, more so focused on each other than the booing fans.

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Scene opens as we are in a huge mansion with a classy setting. In the background there is opera music playing. "I just love these days where I can spiff myself up to make people jealous of my lifestyle." As Victoria Emmerson talks to herself in the mirror while she does her makeup. "Nobody understands that you work hard for something and it pays off but it paid off for us 10 times over. And seriously how is that our fault? Tiffany, can you come here a minute?" As Victoria calls her hairstylist by her first name. "Yes, Ms. Emmerson?" Says Tiffany. "Can you do something with this mop I call hair? I just simply dont know what to do with it!" responds a frustrated Victoria.

" You've taken a shower already correct?" Asks Tiffany. "Yes. That's why I was doing my make-up, why do you ask?" Responds a curious Victoria. "Cause girl, you have got a little frizz going on up here. And I just wondered if you knew about it. I can fix it, hang on." says Tiffany as she walks away from Victoria she goes to find her style bag which has everything a hairstylist needs for a full work day. "I'm back." says Tiffany

"Ok, girl let me look fantastic." says Victoria.

"Ok, I will just give me time." says Tiffany.

"Not trying to rush perfection here, but I have a match tomorrow night so I'm gonna be going soon to catch my plane." says a worried Victoria. After a short timespan, Clerance walks in on the finishing touches of Victoria's hairstyle "Oh.. my goodness, Victoria you are so beautiful, my love..." Says Clerance. "Does he have a brother?" Asks Tiffany. As Victoria was getting ready to respond Clerance says in a quick way "No, I dont. I have a sister but I haven't seen her since I was about 5 years old. I went to live with my dad while she wanted our mom. I heard through the grapevine that she is actually my step sister but I don't know if thats true or not. We were separated when we were young. I don't remember a whole lot but thats pretty much my childhood." Says Clerance. "Yea, Honey we will find your sister one day." Says Victoria.

"So how do you like your hair?" asks Tiffany. "I love it . It's gorgeous" says Victoria. As Tiffany grabs her stuff to leave Victoria gives her a hug as Tiffany leaves and shuts the door behind her Clerance turns to Victoria "You getting ready to leave for your plane?"

"Yeah, I gotta go. The limo is here." As Victoria looks out the window, the scene closes as she sees the limo driver getting out of the car and proceeding to walk up to the door.

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Penelope Cassidy defeated Victoria Emmerson, by pinfall in 8:42, when Victoria went for a Russian Leg Sweep but Penelope reversed out of it and drove Victoria's head to the mat with a vicious DDT. As Penelope sat up, she looked down at Victoria with what had quickly become known as her 'crazed smile.' Running her fingers down her own face as her smile grew, she got to her feet and waited for Victoria to start getting up onto her hands and knees.

With a blood curdling shriek, Penelope Cassidy ran off the ropes and drilled Victoria Emmerson's face into the mat again with a brutal Curb Stomp before rolling her over for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"Chalk up another win for Penelope Cassidy!"

REYNOLDS
"That's 2 and 0 for her as well, AND that's 2 and 0 so far for Sex & Violence tonight!!"

KLAZZIC
"We'll be seeing Lara Blackheart in action later, tonight! But before that, let's take a quick commercial break!"

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Returning from the commercial break again, the commentators welcome the viewers back.

HANSON
"Alright, welcome back folks. We certainly hope you've been enjoying tonight's show so far. I have to say the matches have been pretty great."

KLAZZIC
"Absolutely, Nick Hanson!"

Before another word can be spoken by either of the gentlemen at the table, the familiar sound of "Devil's Sky" fills the arena. The crowd immediately goes into a pop as the video wall comes to life with the ELITE logo.

Seconds later, Kenny Omega appears out on the stage. As is common when he's in the arena - even when he's not booked to compete - he's wearing his ring gear, in addition to one of his ELITE t-shirts. Omega only acknowledges the praise from the fans for a brief moment before he starts down towards the ring, immediately moving to the time keeper and grabbing a microphone. He gets into the ring and signals for the music to be cut off as he begins to speak.

REYNOLDS
"What the hell?"

HANSON
"Ohhhhhh wait a minute! I forgot about this!"

KLAZZIC
"Ahhh, that's right! We're supposed to get some answers tonight!"

HANSON
"Kenny Omega's been having a hell of a time lately. He's been having to see his friends become the victim of sneak attacks by god knows who. He came up short for the NFW Heavyweight Championship against Judas Lasher at March Misery."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, it sucks!"

KLAZZIC
"And we know he came up short all thanks to one man! The man he'll be seeking answers against tonight! Prince Devitt, who appeared out of nowhere two weeks ago!"

Inside the ring, Kenny begins. "I'll get right to the point." Kenny says, pacing around in a circle. Irritated. "Me and the boys in the ELITE. In Bullet Club. We've had our ups and downs. We've had our highs and our lows. Leadership has changed hands a few times but we always seemed to understand each other."

Kenny rubs his mouth as he pauses to consider his words.

"You all know the Bullet Club motto. Bullet Club: For Life." He even does the hand gesture with four fingers out as he says it. "Once you're Bullet Club, you're always Bullet Club. Granted, yes, there've been a few exceptions that needed to be made. And, also granted that Bullet Club has obviously split nowadays and nobody can make up their mind as to who holds the rights to the name. Frankly? I say we all do, but we all know it just ain't that easy!"

Typical Kenny, he makes a wide eyed face and shrugs his other hand up as if to say 'you know I'm right. So, sue me.'

"So, last week - no excuse me - two weeks ago. An old friend of mine, of ours, shows up after being gone...." He shrugs again. "How many years?" Kenny looks around at the audience for a second before dropping his arm.

"He shows his face after being a ghost and he costs me the NFW Heavyweight Championship. And then the week after that - last week - he has the gall to come and say if I want answers, then I have to meet him in the ring. So, let's not dilly dally any further. Let's get right down to business, shall we?" He turns towards the stage, raising his voice. "Prince Devitt, or whatever the hell you call yourself these days. Get. Your ASS. Out. Here. Now!"

The crowd turns toward the entranceway, but there's no sign of anyone coming through.

HANSON
"Well? Where is he?"

KLAZZIC
"Kenny's here as Devitt asked! What gives?"

The camera jumps back to Kenny, leaning against the ropes, waiting. He's already losing his patience as he looks around on either side of him. He lifts the mic up to his mouth again, not budging off of the ropes. "What, did I call your bluff, your majesty? Your mighty worship?" He says mockingly before turning angry. "I'm not leaving this ring, Devitt! Get out here!"

REYNOLDS
"The hell is going on? Is Devitt comi---"

This time around, the lights go down and the arena sound system plays what sounds like a heartbeat as smoke fills the entranceway. The lights go out completely in the arena for a moment, and when they do come back on. There's still no one in the entranceway.

HANSON
"What the....?"

Back on Kenny then, as the camera catches him nodding with a small smirk on his face. He's not so much happy, but he's amused. "Oh, so you wanna play mindgames, is that it? You wanna piss me off? Because you already did that at March Misery! You wanna play little games, Devitt? I got a game for you!" He sets the microphone down. The audience goes into an excited pop as he pulls off his Elite t-shirt and throws it out of the ring. Omega picks the microphone up again. "You wanna do this? Let's go!"

Another moment goes by of uncomfortable silence. The crowd begins to boo at the apparent lack of appearance of Devitt. Finally, Omega drops his head and shakes it in disbelief. "Just as I thought." He says into the microphone. "You're nothing but a goddamned coward." He drops the mic and starts moving towards the ropes to leave.

The arena lights go out again as the Jumbotron comes on and this time we see Devitt standing in the interview area, with his arms to his straight down at his side as he stands in attention with a cheesy grin on his face.

KLAZZIC
"Aha! There he is!"

REYNOLDS
"The hell is he so happy about?"

The jumbotron starts to flicker as the image of Devitt intermingles with a jumbled image that when it clears, is a shot of Nick Jackson laid out in the backstage area from a few weeks ago.

HANSON
"Hey wait a minute!"

Before switching back to Devitt in the interview area with the same stance as before. As the camera starts to zoom in, once again the image of Devitt intermingles with another jumbled image, which when it clears, is a shot of Matt Jackson laid out in the backstage area with money stuffed in his mouth.

KLAZZIC
"Hey! Those are shots of the Young Bucks when they were attacked! Was Devitt behind those?!"

The jumbotron once again shifts to the same shot of Devitt standing in the interview area, with the camera zooming in on the cheesy grin in his face and once again there's another jumbled image. This time, it intermingles with a different shot of Devitt, this time with a stern look on his face and as the image clears, this time it's a shot of Kota Ibushi laid out in the backstage area with several brooms broken over his back. "Clean this, champ." Devitt can be heard in the background as the arena lights go up and there's no one standing on the stage.

HANSON
"Oh my god, wait a minute!"

KLAZZIC
"KOTA!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"It was a setup!!"

Inside the ring, Kenny Omega looks absolutely horrified at seeing his tag team partner - his best friend - laid out backstage. He immediately hurries out of the ring and books it as fast as he can up the ramp before disappearing through the curtain as the shot cuts away to....

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"...and I wonder if he knows what he's getting himself into. Playtime's over."

*Mannheim and Pitt sit in the Great White North locker room in their ring gear*

"Willy, I didn't realize you...we...I mean, I wasn't aware a game was being played. Last I checked, you basically got sucker punched--"

"That panty waste motherfucker hasn't punched me, Pitt. Kudos to him for taking a page outta my book, but that was a mistake."

*Pitt shrugs*

"Well, I mean, unless his goal was to infuriate the most violent man on the roster..."

"Pitt, Tyson Law either has no idea what's coming, or he has every idea what's coming and he's got his little band of retards on deck to bail his ass out. We need to keep an eye out...because my bet is the second."

*Pitt sighs and shakes his head*

"Why does it always end up like this?"

"Because, dummy...we're the biggest guys on the range - everyone wants a piece of the biggest, meanest motherfuckers in the yard - especially when they wanna look like badasses."

*Mannheim chuckles*

"What they're forgetting, though, is that we've got way more experience dealing with this kinda shit."

"At least we've got Scott, Piso, and Rick on deck..."

*Suddenly a loud flushing sound comes from off screen. The two men look towards the sound as Rick Dickulous enters the shot, a newspaper tucked under his arm*

"Speaking of on deck, guy...I should NOT have eaten that jambalaya, eh? I think it was the shrimp. I sprayed, but now it just smells like shitrus, bud...I wouldn't go in there..."

*Both men look at Rick disgustedly, Mannheim points at Rick*

"You remember what I told you about tonight. I need you on your game...not chasing ass, or giggling yourself retarded, or clowning around..."

"Wait, guy...you mean you don't want me to be...me?"

"No, I want you to be the you from Grade 10 when the football team decided you needed to be initiated...remember that?"

*Rick smiles*

"We had 11 third stringers start the first 5 games of a 7 game season, guy...and we STILL won the damned city championship, eh?"

"If the Renegades even breathe at that ring, you, Scotty, Piso, Kennedy? All you guys need to be ready, because I'm tellin' ya right now if Tyson Law went to Brody and set this up, he's got something up his sleeve."

*Pitt stands up*

"Well, if he's got something up his sleeve, everyone's gonna see it - because he doesn't wear sleeves!"

*Mannheim and Rick shake their heads at Pitt after shooting him a disapproving look*

"Guy...I thought I made bad jokes...."

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Marissa Payne and Lara Blackheart wrestled a fight between two former friends where it was clear there was a sense of regret on Marissa's side. Nonetheless, she stayed true to her form and refused to let up against Lara, and laid into her with vicious kicks and forearm strikes, true to Strong Style.

Lara Blackheart showed an increase in her own technique and in-ring discipline as she wrestled more aggressively but also more focused. She even ended up hitting the Coma White on on Marissa midway through the match but took too long to capitalize and Marissa managed to kick out just before three.

As the match went on, Marissa began to gain the upper hand again, laying into Lara with kicks more brutal and stiff than before as Lara's new cocky attitude began to wear on her nerves. Finally, as Marissa Payne set Lara Blackheart up and came running in for the Bitch Killa, Lara dipped back, and Marissa's leg sailed right over her before she popped back up and was ready when Marissa turned around to deliver a kick to the midsection, followed by a second Coma White for the cover at 14:46.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"A CLEAN SWEEP FOR SEX & VIOLENCE!!!"

HANSON
"That's gonna be a clean win for Lara Blackheart! I'm actually impressed!"

REYNOLDS
"What are you talking about? She does nothing BUT win clean!"

KLAZZIC
"I could argue that with video proof, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"You would!"

HANSON
"Well, regardless, Jim's right. That's a clean sweep for Sex & Violence tonight. Two singles wins and a tag team victory!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT'S HOW MY GIRLS DO, NICKY!!!"

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The camera opened up on a shot of Amy Connors, standing in front of an NFW backdrop with a microphone. Her smile looked forced and nervous at best. Other than that, she looked radiant in her makeup and a soft green blouse and black skirt. Professional and business like. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Amy Connors, here. At this time, please allow me to welcome...The Renegades."

The audience booed as the camera shot widened and her interview guests - the entire Renegades stable - stepped into frame. Dressed in his usual modern day variation of an MK-esque ninja gear, Tyson stepped across Amy so he and Julian flanked her on either side. Tyson had the detailing patterns on his sleeveless hoodie, except tonight it was all black. A contrast from his usual Sub-Zero theme, and moving onto Noob Saibot. Something about his demeanor seemed different. He didn't have his chin up with his cocky thug boy swag. The swag was still there, mind you, but his mood wasn't as arrogant as he usually seemed. Tonight he seemed more...angry. The bottom of his face from just above his nose down was hidden behind a black bandana. Underneath his hood, he wore a black bandana around his head with the Renegades' R logo.

Amy Connors shifted a little. Nervous. "Good evening, gentlemen. I umm...hope you're well." The first one she turned to was Julian Morrison. "Julian, we'll start with you. You guys came so close to defeating Ethan Skinner in the gauntlet match, two weeks ago, at March Misery. Not only did that not happen but many would say that your former friend and team member, Max LeBrun, is to blame for that. What are your thoughts on the matter?"

"Max, Max, Max..." Julian sighed, giving a frustrated chuckle. "You're really.... dammit, are you stupid, man? When we booted you and Candi out, I told you, straight-up, it was just business. Let it go, and move on. But no, you had to let pride get in the way of everything. Now all you are is another target. You really think this is gonna turn out good for you, man? Take me out of the equation completely, and you still got the angriest, most miserable bastard on this planet pissed at you, as well as a deadly, talented, hungry young man who wants to make a name for himself at YOUR expense. This will NOT turn out the way you think."

As Julian spoke, Amy visibly shifted uncomfortably at the mention of that "miserable bastard." Bringing the microphone back to herself, Amy Connors posed the next question. "That brings me to the next question. Not only did Max LeBrun cost you gentlemen your victory, but as we saw, during the second round, Tyson Law, you were attacked backstage by William Mannheim. Now, he said on social media that it was a lesson for you to be learned. That brings us to tonight's match between you two and the Army of Darkness after you retaliated last week with a vicious attack backstage. Can I get your thoughts on tonight?"

Tyson cracked his knuckles under his gloves. "My thoughts? You wanna know my thoughts?" He looked at the camera. The young Chinese-American sneering from under his hood and bandana. He almost looked like the Lin Kuei assassin he was semi-dressed as. "Willy! Mannheim! Mangler! Whatever the fuck it is they call you. You jumped my ass at March Misery and then you said my retaliation was a mistake. Saying I started this. Saying Steven Brody can't protect me. White boy, I don't need Brody to fucking protect me! I don't need a goddamn weight division separating us either! Weight division don't mean shit except for the Heavyweight and the Junior Heavyweight titles. You ain't goin' after Judas and I ain't goin' after my boy, Tyler. Ain't got no reason to. The Junior belt's in Renegade territory, bitch. This ain't about weight classes. This is about the whole reason I joined the Renegades, in the first places. Big ass, old motherfuckers like you thinkin' I ain't got what it takes. You know, I ain't ever wrestled anyone as big as you or your fuckboy, Pitt, before. Butchu know who has?" He reached over and slapped Julian on the shoulder. "My dawg, right here. And y'all probably thinkin' 'ohhhh Tyson Law's so quiet online. He's scared of Big Willy. Nah, I been taking notes bitch. Julian and my homegirl Serena here sat me down and made me open my damn eyes. And lemme tell you, I see pretty clearly how shit's gotta be right now."

Amy Connors blinked a little taken aback by Tyson Law's sudden fire and sense of sincerity. She looked on the other side of her, at Julian. "So, you've been sharing some of your knowledge with Tyson, then?"

Tyler Grey stepped forward, giving Amy (poor, poor, abused Amy) a disgusted look. "You. Just hold the microphone and stop talking. Every time you open your goddamn mouth it smells like half the locker room took their jock straps off at the same time." Without a second thought to Amy, he turned towards the camera, lifting the Junior Heavyweight Championship up to it. "If any one of you motherfuckers think you got the stuff to take this shit from me? Step up. I'm not scared of ANY of you. Come for this title and I will break you. Lebrun? Wolfe? That goes for you assholes too. Make weight and come try to take this from me. It'll be my pleasure to cripple you both."

Amy winced, cowering at Tyler's remark. She looked like she wanted to say something regarding his remark concerning the title but, just as he commanded, she didn't even so much as open her mouth. Amy suddenly jumped as Tyson SNATCHED the microphone out of her hand and stood in front of the camera. "Pitt! Willy! We ain't finished with your fuckin' clique after tonight. Brody announced Gang Warfare so that's what we gonna do! Your asses are first. Then if the fuckin' 'Tapout King' and y'alls lil dual citizenship boy wanna get some, Jay and I'll take your asses out too! Let's make it happen in April!" He turned towards Amy then, then looked at Tyler, shook his head with a 'tch' and pointed to Amy, just as annoyed with her as Tyler seemed to be before holding the mic out to Amy Connors but dropping it as she reached out and stormed off camera.

"Everyone seems to be taking us lightly" Julian said, as Serena merely stood beside him with a satisfied smirk. "Like kicking out Max and Candi was some kinda mistake. But they're all gonna learn. Every person who takes lightly will learn. You screw with The Renegades? You just threw yourself on a goddamn grenade." The two of them turned, following Tyler and Tyson off-camera.

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Despite the size difference, The Renegades managed to pull off a major, surprise upset against the Army of Darkness when Julian Morrison entered the ring and hit Pitt with a Stunner. As William Mannheim began entering the ring, Julian ran right in and literally tackled him through the ropes, bringing both men down to the ringside floor.

Meanwhile, Tyson Law hit a moonsault off of the top rope, but tucked his legs, bringing his knees down onto Pitt's chest before hooking the leg for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"HAHAAAAAAA!!!! RENEGADES WIN!!! TAKE THAT, YOU STUPID GREAT WHITE FUCKS!"

HANSON
"That was a BRUTAL moonsault from Tyson Law! Did you see that?!"

KLAZZIC
"I did, Nick Hanson!"

Hollywood Undead's "Renegade" played as Tyson got to his feet and the referee raised his arm. Outside of the ring, the brawl between Julian Morrison and William Mannheim escalated to the point where security had to find them in the crowd and try to break them up.

Pulling off his bandana from around his neck, Tyson kicked Pitt's arm away from his feet and threw him the middle finger as he backed up, mouthing 'punk ass.' Something else had started stirring the audience up, however, as a commotion started showing.

HANSON
"Wait a minute. What's going on?"

KLAZZIC
"Are Julian and Willy still going at it out there?"

HANSON
"I have no ide--WAIT A MINUTE!! LOOK OUT!!"

Inside the ring, a man came sliding in, after jumping the fan barrier, dressed in blue jeans, combat boots and black hoodie. He ran right up behind Tyson Law, spun him around and hit him with a DDT in the center of the mat.

KLAZZIC
"OH!!! DDT TO TYSON LAW BY.....who the heck IS that?!"

Inside the ring, the man was back on his feet and began laying the boots to Tyson Law, stomping and kicking him.

REYNOLDS
"Somebody get that son of a bitch out of here!!!"

HANSON
"Wait a minute! Guys, that--that's Jaxton Crowe!! Jaxton Crowe is here!!! He just signed with NFW a few days ago!"

REYNOLDS
"What the hell is he doing this to Tyson for?!"

Inside the ring, the man identified as Jaxton Crowe rolled Tyson over and mounted him MMA style before beginning to rain fists down onto his head. Even as his hand moved, it was evident something was wrapped around it and before too long, blood began to appear on Tyson's face.

HANSON
"Oh my god! Crowe's got his fist wrapped in tape and broken glass!"

REYNOLDS
"This isn't a Tai Pei match!! We just had one of those two weeks ago! Get him the fuck outta here!"

After several blows, Jaxton Crowe backed off and let Tyson Law start to try and get to his feet. It was clear he wasn't finished, though, as he poised in the corner, waiting. When Tyson was in the proper position, Jaxton came charging at him with a running knee strike that knocked him right back to the mat.

HANSON
"OHHH!! HE CALLS THAT THE REAPER'S CHARGE AND TYSON LAW IS OUT!!!"

KLAZZIC
"What is this guy doing?!"

Getting to his feet, Jaxton Crowe walked over to one corner and called for a microphone from the ring announcer. As soon as he had it, he backed up to the center of the ring. Jaxton raised the mic up and lifted his bloodied glass covered fist beside his face.

"Master! I hope you're watching. I dedicate THIS...." He nodded at his bloodied fist. "...to YOU!!" Saying nothing more, Jaxton Crowe dropped the microphone to the mat and rolled out of the ring, promptly leaving through the crowd as EMTs came rushing down the ramp to check on Tyson Law.

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As we are enjoying an already action packed show, the camera pans around the arena as spectators are filled with excitement. Darren Loveday's "Dark Super Hero" plays, as this is a new song for the NFW Universe to hear. Spectators are curious as to who this song belongs to as the lights are out while the music plays. Flashing color lights accompany the music as it begins to pick a pace and get heavier. Around the 0:16 mark the arena lights come back on and it shown to be the returning Ryan Steele with another person with him. As Ryan and this other person, which is shown to be another girl, make thier way down the entrance ramp, the audience seems to have a mixed reaction to Ryan's return.

As Ryan and the girl make thier way into the ring, Ryan and the girl, which is shown to be the debuting Hannah Blackwell. As Hannah and Ryan get in the ring, they are handed microphones as the audience's mixed reaction over crowds the voice of Ryan Steele. "Alright, I have a match next week against someone who doesn't need to be speaking my name at all because I'm simply better than them. But I'm gonna prove that next week. I came here today to lay out my agenda. Number one: Riley and I, we have an agreement. If we cant get tag titles, we go after singles success. Number two: I made a mistake a few months ago that im gonna try and fix it, myself but I know that it's gonna take time to heal the hurt that I did the family. And finally, I'm back with a vengeance. If anyone gets in my way, they will instantly regret it. I like putting chairs into throats and making my opponents see thier regret spew out of thier mouths. Even though they might be in denial, the proof will be evident.

Now, I wanna address The Renegades. You guys will see what my opinion is on you guys within the coming weeks. Now I wanna introduce my good friend and Riley's girlfriend, Hannah Blackwell. She is a friend of mine from the indies who was brought in to initially be a manager to myself and Riley but she doesn't mind getting her hands dirty. So she'll be getting in the ring as well. I just wanna warn the Women's locker room that her move "The Pretty Deceiver" has knocked her previous opponents out cold before, so I'm sure she'll be in contention for a Women's Championship match in the future. So thank you NFW Universe for having me back. I appreciate you guys." The scene closes as Ryan puts his mic down and Ryan and Hannah exit the ring.....

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Returning to ringside, the camera focuses on Roger Arden in the center of the ring.

ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NFW Women's Television Championship!!"

HANSON
"Here we go, folks!"



At the same instant, the lighting of the arena takes on a darker tone with a golden hue, focusing around on the crowd as Ill Nino's "Sangre" starts up. A yellow spotlight searches the audience until falling on Morgan Payne, right at the 0:35 second mark, standing at the top of the stairs by the entry doors. She's fired up as she moves between rows of fans, calling for them to get louder and throwing high fives and fist bumps to whoever she can get one out to. Fans who know her character offer out their plastic cups of beer. Morgan randomly selects one, downing the entire cup, spare a small amount that runs down her chin and neck. Once the cup is drained, she tosses the cup over her shoulder and high fives the fan she got the beer from, bobbing her head along to the rhythm of her music as she continues her way to the ring.

ARDEN
"Introducing first, the challenger! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!! Representing the Iron Maidens!! MORGAAAAAAAAAAN PAAAAAAAAAYNE!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"She is fired UP!!"

HANSON
"She always is! She always brings such energy to the ring!"

REYNOLDS
"She's gonna need it when Frost gets out here."

Upon reaching the barricade, Morgan hoists herself up onto it and yells to the crowd before throwing up the horns, turning her attention to the ring as she focuses on the ring. Morgan circles the ring halfway, slapping hands with that nervous look on her face again as she is closer to the ring. She then hops up onto the ring apron and enters under the bottom rope, hopping on the balls of her feet as she moves to her corner.

HANSON
"Well, I think she's ready for this, Jim. Payne is one hell of a competitor."

REYNOLDS
"And Serena Frost defeated seven people back to back to win that Women's Television Title!"

HANSON
"Yeah, with help from the Renegades!"

KLAZZIC
"Interference galore! And I trust she's got something up her sleeve this time, as well!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh to hell with both of you!"



The lights dimmed again as Static X's "Cold" came on over the speakers. As the opening riff ripped throughout the arena, the Women's TV Champion came sauntering out coolly and seductively, looking ever like the dark, cold hearted woman she was. She carried the title on her shoulder, looking at it before scowling towards the ring and her opponent.

ARDEN
"Aaaaand introducing her opponent! From Seattle, Washington! Representing The Renegades! She is the NFW Women's Television Champion!! SEREEEEEENAAAAAAAAA FRRROOOOOOOOOSSSST!!!!!"

Serena Frost entered the ring, eyeing Morgan carefully...like a predator. She handed the title over to referee Yumi Akiyama before removing her entrance gear. Across the ring, Morgan Payne did the same before resuming her hunched posture in her corner.

~DING DING DING~

Serena Frost proved why she was the leader of the Renegades after Max LeBrun and Candi Broduer's expulsion. She clearly knew how to exploit weaknesses and she did so against Morgan Payne. Serena knew she had a temper on her and did everything she could to push her over the edge.

When the referee called for a break on the ropes, Serena Frost raised up her hands, taking a step back...and SLAPPED her opponent right across the face!!

HANSON
"Oh c'mon, now!!!"

She paid for it, somewhat, as Morgan Payne immediately lunged passed Referee Akiyama and started throwing forearms and fists at the champion. It was the fists that caused the referee to make Morgan step back.

"YA FUCKIN SKEEZ, C'MON!!" Morgan shouted loud enough for the camera pick up and motioned for Serena to bring it. She exhaled nervously but maintained that hardened glare at the opponent she had a bad history with and the match continued.

While Serena Frost excelled in mind games and shoot style wrestling, Morgan Payne reminded everyone where her own technique lied: her power. As the match went on and she started getting her hands on Frost, Payne began hitting various style suplexes and powerslams A wide variety that showed she was nimble and flexible just as she was strong. The crowd popped as Morgan hit Serena with the "Yoy Yoy Double Yoy!", chopping her across the chest and throwing her to the mat before coming off of the ropes and dropkicking her through the bottom and middle ropes, down to the floor. As Serena hit the floor, Morgan was up on her feet, beating a fist against her chest and threw up the horns with a fired up roar to the crowd.

She took too long, though, and once Serena got back to her feet, she grabbed Morgan by hers and yanked her out of the ring, taking the brawl to the outside where she turned it back in her favor until Morgan managed to start fighting back again and threw Serena into the ring, quickly following her just as the count reached '19!'

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh! This match was almost over and Serena would have retained!"

HANSON
"Yeah, by countout! That's no way to keep a title!"

REYNOLDS
"She'd still be champion. All that matters!"

KLAZZIC
"You don't appreciate this sport, enough, James Reynolds!"

HANSON
"Oh wait a minute now, watch out on the ramp!"

The camera did a quick cut to show that Tyler Grey was making an appearance and stalking towards the ring.

REYNOLDS
"It's the Junior Heavyweight Champion, guys!! Hahaaaaa!"

KLAZZIC
"Now, Tyler Grey doesn't need to be here! This is a good match, so far!"

REYNOLDS
"You gonna get up again and stop him?"

KLAZZIC
"I will if I have to!"

The crowd suddenly popped, however, as the curtain was flung aside again and VINCENT STONE came running out onto the stage to grab Tyler Grey and whipped him into the entrance stage wall. Fuming, Tyler Grey came off of the wall and the two men clashed, throwing shots at one another.

HANSON
"It's Vincent Stone!! He'll be meeting Tyler Grey at Gang Warfare for the Junior Heavyweight title but he's here to keep things even in a completely different match!!"

KLAZZIC
"Way to go, Vin!!"

REYNOLDS
"He can't attack the champion like that!!"

Back inside the ring, the commotion had drawn Morgan's attention as she watched the fight break out. Serena Frost crept up behind her with a vicious smile.

HANSON
"Aw no, wait a minute! The challenger's distracted!! She's watching the stage and not her opponent!"

REYNOLDS
"Big mistake!!"

As Serena Frost stood, waiting and poised, Morgan Payne started to turn her attention back to the match. Serena pivoted on one foot, going for her signature spinning back kick!!

KLAZZIC
"AWW N---"

But Morgan Payne caught it in her hands, looking just as surprised as the fans watching. Quickly trying to follow up, she threw the leg aside but Serena Frost twisted around and came back with a follow up kick that connected to the side of Morgan's head. Morgan reeled as Serena Frost grabbed her and started setting up for the Ice Age!

REYNOLDS
"Yeeeaaaaah here it comes!"

As Serena went into the cartwheel roll of the move, Morgan Payne managed to keep her feet grounded and twisted herself around, bending forward instead of back while slipping her head free.

HANSON
"Wait, no!! Payne slips out!!"

The crowd roared on their feet as Morgan Payne snatched Serena Frost up across her shoulders, holding her tight to keep her there as Serena struggled. Morgan took a running start to the center of the ring and drove Serena down right onto her neck with 'DAHNTAHN AFTER DAHK'!!

HANSON
"DOWNTOWN AFTER DARK!!!!! AND SHE HITS ALL OF IT!!!"

KLAZZIC
"IT'S DAHNTAHN AFTER DAHK, NICK! YOU GOTTA SAY IT WITH THE ACCENT!!!"

HANSON
"MY APOLOGIES BUT HERE'S THE COVER, CAN SHE DO IT?!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"NO FUCKING WAY!!"

HANSON
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!"

Ill Nino's "Sangre" filled the arena again as Morgan released Serena's leg and sat up with an adorable look of shock on her face. It didn't take long before tears welled up in her eyes and she brought her hands to her face.

ARDEN
"Here is your winner...AAAAAAAAND NEEEEEEEEEWWWW....NFW WOMEN'S TELEVISION CHAMPION.....MORGAAAAAAAAAAAN PAAAAAAAAAAYNE!!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"WAY TO DO IT, YOUNG LADY!!!"

HANSON
"WE HAVE A NEW -- I SAY AGAIN, FOLKS -- A NEW, WOMEN'S TELEVISION CHAMPION IN NFW!!"

As referee Yumi Akiyama presented Morgan Payne with the belt, tears ran down the girl's face as she reached out with shaky hands to take the title. She sobbed adorably, staring down at the title in her hands before looking up at the referee for confirmation. Referee Akiyama raised her arm up. Morgan got up to her feet, raising the title up in her other hand with that look of disbelief still on her face.

Something dawned on Morgan, at that point, it seemed and she began turning around in the ring, scanning the front row until her eyes fell on whoever or whatever she was apparently looking for. Wiping the tears from her face as they continued to fall, Morgan rolled out of the ring and walked right up to the fan barrier where she came face to face with Sativa Naveah in the front row. Morgan reached across the barrier, grabbing her by the back of the head and pulled her right in for a kiss on the lips that left surrounding fans surprised to say the least. Sativa kissed her back, opening her mouth into it.

HANSON
"Whoa!!"

KLAZZIC
"Well then!"

REYNOLDS
"That's what I'm talking about!"

When their kiss was over, Morgan held her forehead against Sativa's with a smile before she stepped away with a wink through her tears. As she backed towards the ramp, Morgan turned right into her tag team partner, Marissa Payne who came down the ramp and flung her arms around her neck into a hug of her own. Marissa, too, was crying for joy for her friend. Her sister. She raised Morgan's arm up again like the referee did as the Iron Maidens walked up the ramp to the camera fading out to a commercial.

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The camera opened up on a setup of what looked like an open fence prop in front of a backdrop with The Unwanted logo on it. New Year's Day's "Anthem Of The Unwanted" could be heard as the background music while Adam Cole and "Switchblade" Jay White were seen in the center of the shot.

Dressed in his ring gear, with a sleeveless, Unwanted t-shirt on as he held onto the upper beam of the fence prop, leaning forward, smirking smugly at the camera. "The Dominion of Pain. Judas Lasher and Ethan Skinner!" He chuckled arrogantly. "You know, when I signed with this company -- even when the DoP first set foot back in here after -- I didn't intend on ever mixing it up with you guys. I don't play with the freaks on campus. That ain't me. But then, ya see, the freaks had to start feeling froggy and decide to mess with the punks. Lasher, you let your little Barbie Doll out of the box to do whatever she pleased and she decided to fuck with one of ours. So now? Me and the Switchblade here--" He reached out and slapped Jay White on the shoulder, "--are gonna come fuck with you!"

White leaned against the wall, toying with the actual switchblade he twirled between his fingers. "Intimidation tactics are gonna work on me, Lasher. You can't intimidate the best, and the best is what I am. You made this REAL personal, when you let your crazy little girl hurt Mia. We're out for blood now. It doesn't matter if we win or lose. This match isn't about that. What it's about... is revenge."

"Well we're the best, Jay. C'mon, now." Adam gave his smug smile that made his enemies wanna slap him in the mouth to the camera after correcting Jay. 'This guy.' "But you know what, Jay? You are the best talent to come out of New Zealand! Judas Lasher's teaming with the worst to come out of New Zealand, so it's like an epic clash!" Adam looked from Jay to the camera again with an amused look on his face. "Ethan Skinner, I don't know what your game is. I don't get you. I don't need to. Neither of us do, really. Praying over goat skulls and killing chickens doesn't win matches. You know what does? Bladerunners. Superkicks. Panama Sunrises. Slingblades. Those are what win matches and between the two of us?" He motioned between him and Jay White. "We've got a fuckload in the bag just for you two assholes! So buckle up bitches because when that bell rings for our match tonight? Jay and I are gonna flip the Super Switch to full power. Right on your asses!"

"And Skinner?" White added, giving that arrogant, yet twisted grin he was becoming so known for, "This is the night where you get put in your place. Where I put your ass down with the Blade Runner... pin you.... then step back, so all these people in the crowd can Breathe.... with.... the.... Switchblade!"

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In the second title match of the night, El Piso Mojado took on Chris Wolfe, challenging for his NFW Television Championship. El Piso Mojado kept Chris Wolfe on his feet with his lucha libre style offense but Chris Wolfe managed to retain his title, countering a vertical suplex attempt by kneeing Piso in the ribs and countering with the DireWolfe for the pinfall at 9:36.

HANSON
"And Chris Wolfe retains his championship!"

REYNOLDS
"What, you thought Piso was actually gonna win?"

KLAZZIC
"Hey, Piso's got the potential! He just needs guidance!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, guidance on what his nationality is. He's not fucking Canadian!"

HANSON
"Jiiiiiiim!"

REYNOLDS
"Fiiiiiiine!"

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Skinner is seen hitting the bags in the gym, wearing fighting shorts and nothing else. His left knee is taped along, alongside his elbow and shoulder., doctor's orders. Grimacing as he continues his rehab, and fighting through the pain, has caused him to sweat more, then usual but he is by far one of the more determined members of the DoP, especially when he feels he has to make his father proud, in ring and out. Moving from the bag to the ropes, he starts slow and picks up the pace, listening to music to aid in his work out. After about fifteen minutes of rope work, he moves to sit down and take a sip of water, favouring his left knee and shoulder.

Judas watched him for a few minutes, saying nothing. He wanted to let Ethan finish what he was doing, and not break his focus. With every determined move the young man made, Judas was reminded again of just what made him able to get through the brutal, almost cruel training Judas put him through.

“I sense…. Rage within you, Ethan.” Judas said, sounding like some kind of evil Jedi. “Rage can be a good thing…. But it can also destroy your focus. Tell me what’s going on in your head right now.”

The moment the man, his father begins to speak he gets up from the bench and immediately kneels, and lowers his head. “ Some things need to be said away from prying eyes Sir. “ pointing at the camera “ I played the Punisher like a fiddle, and have shown the world he is just a rabid dog, who needs put down. I intend to do just that. That is putting the cart before the horse, though. We again find ourselves tag team partners. This team though is not the Golden Lovers, they are likely much more formidable, so telling the world our game plan may not be the wisest choice. We can talk about that too, off camera. Permission to rise?”

“Of course, son.” Lasher told him, an almost caring tone to his voice. While he had never had a child of his own, he knew Ethan had more or less taken him on as his father figure of choice, which he actually found oddly flattering. “And you learn more every day. To hear you say things like this… you’re clearly maturing far beyond your years. And yes… while Omega and Ibushi may be more… technically gifted than Cole and White, these men are far more devious. They, like The Dominion, will do anything it takes to win. Which makes them very dangerous indeed. I will do my best to keep Cole to myself. He’s got far more experience than White and yourself, and is far more likely to find a way to sneak things into the battle.”

Rising and looking determined at the man, with a fire in his eyes Judas hasn’t seen since training, when he was put through ten men gauntlet matches, just another wednesday in the Lasher School. “You likened them to us, when they are nothing like us, we are a family, others in our family, need to remember that. I can take White, as you wish. I won’t say it will be easy, but nothing can stand in my way, I am on the path to greatness, and nothing, and no one, will tear down the House that Skinner built. NO one.”

Judas felt an eyebrow rise when Ethan made his comment about ‘family’. He may not have wanted to talk about it on camera, but he had made it easily known what was really bothering him. Judas made note to discuss this with him later, once the cameras were gone.

“You will be one of the greats in this sport, Ethan. I’ve seen that in you from day one. But you must learn calm and patience. I know there are… certain things bothering you right now. But those things will work out. You cannot allow yourself to get so enraged over things.”

Moving back to the ropes, looking at them a second and then shaking his head and moving over to do incline sit ups with a 35 lbc weight on his chest. “Cannot or Shouldn't. It is my fire and passion that made me a fitting left hand to Lara just a few weeks ago, and now you’re telling me to get that in check?

He realises immediately his mistake. “ I am sorry, that was, .. I am sorry. “ Looking sheepish, he goes back to his sit ups, with a soft grimace, waiting to have his father take a strap to him, like his actual father did when he spoke his mind. Subconsciously flinching when someone drops the weight behind him and rolling off the incline with his back to the camera, an obviously broken man, barely keeping it together. “ I <sniffle> am sorry Father. “

While Judas had a sadist streak a mile long within him, he was also older now. Wiser. And definitely, through his own personal losses, more sympathetic to the flaws of those he cared about. “Ethan. You call me Father. And I am… very proud that you’ve chosen to think of me in that manner. But never confuse me with the man who helped create you. I am here to build you up, NOT tear you down. Fire and passion are a must. And they have both served you well. But one thing the Dominion is built on is trust and obedience. And while I still lead this family… I am training Lara to take the throne from me. And…. while I admit she has growing to do herself… if I say it is your duty to trust and obey her, then you do it. Lara may not be flawless, but even now she does EVERYTHING she does with the best interests of our family in mind. She will make mistakes. Some of them…. Probably cataclysmic in nature. But she will learn from those mistakes. And she will grow stronger with each one. You must back and, and support her… even if you don’t agree with her.”

The moment the man begins to offer his instructions he wipes his nose and turns to face him, dropping to a knee again, as is customary when this leader of a man, speaks. Rising when he finishes, and looks at the man. “One question before I drop it, forever, Did you ever consider me for the throne?”

Judas, never one to mince words or spare someone’s feelings, merely shook his head. “No, my son. I did not. But don’t take that personally. Buzzsaw is my lethal, long-term project. I’ve put ten years into making him the warrior he is today… and not even he was considered. Vlad Blackheart was not only my best friend, he was the brother I never had. My greatest dream was to retire, and leave The Dominion to him. I had it all planned out. He’d have gotten about ten years to make it his own before retiring and choosing his own successor. But fate took that out of my hands. And if Vlad could not be passed the honor… then his only child WOULD. I am not typically a sentimental man, Ethan. But Vlad’s passing broke me in ways no opponent ever could. And I am honor and duty bound to keep the one promise I made to that man: to make his daughter into the best person, and the best wrestler, I possibly can. And since I cannot pass the ultimate gift to him…. It will instead be hers.”

Nodding at the man and shakes his head from the very obvious dumb idea he just had “ So… Cole and White, remember one thing, in a few short hours, when you step in the ring with us, The living founder of the Dominion of Pain, and the new second on command that sits at Lara’s left hand, you are stepping into the standard by what this business is set by, the men that all fear when they get in the ring with us. The KIng of Pain and the Maori Warrior, and trust me when I say, you will feel pain when the match is over, I assure you.”

It is like the man flipped a switch, from being an emotional mess, to tuned in and turned on. From crying to showing no emotion at all. He sat staring at the camera and he draws a knife edge across his throat with his left hand and thumb while Judas finishes.

Indeed, Judas gave a twisted grin into the camera, steepling his fingers to his lips for a moment before speaking. “White? Cole? You and your… ‘Unwanted’ friends throw the word ‘family’ around a good bit. But you do not know the true meaning of the word. The loyalty, respect, and devotion that come with it. But tonight… you will. Because Ethan and myself will be coming at you not as a team, but as a singular unit, of one mind, that will systematically destroy you and leave nothing left for the buzzards.”

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The main event of the evening saw The Dominion of Pain's Judas Lasher and Ethan Skinner go to absolute war against The Unwanted's Jay White and Adam Cole. Weeks of pent up aggression was let out as White and Cole sought to avenge their sidelined team mate, Mia Hayashi. Even if it was mostly Sex & Violence responsible for it, there seemed to be a special kind of anger from The Unwanted as they crossed The Dominion in the ring.

Adam Cole's arrogant taunting proved to be an issue as usual as it left him open to attacks from both, Judas Lasher and Ethan Skinner. Jay White was the more calculated one whenever he was in the ring and proved that he could play his own mind games.

This escalated things up until the point where all four men started brawling inside the ring. Judas against Adam and Ethan against Jay. During the fray, Judas Lasher dazed Adam Cole with a European Uppercut and capitalized with the Lucifer's Halo!

KLAZZIC
"LUCIFER'S HALO TO ADAM COLE!!!! THIS COULD BE OVER!!!!"

HANSON
"COULD BE!!!"

Meanwhile, Ethan Skinner rushed Jay White but the member of the Unwanted dropped down, pulling the ropes so that Skinner went tumbling over. He caught on and kept himself on the apron but as soon as he turned, Jay White hit him with a low Superkick to the leg, knocking him off of the apron and practically eating the edge.

HANSON
"OHHH!!! ETHAN SKINNER JUST ATE CANVAS AND METAL!! THAT'S GONNA BE SORE IN THE MORNING!!"

Jay White when turned as Judas Lasher poised, ready for another Lucifer's Halo but Jay White shoved him into the ropes! As he came back, Jay White caught him around the neck, jerked his thumb across Lasher's throat in his signature taunt and whipped him hard headfirst into the mat with the Bladerunner!!

REYNOLDS
"BLADERUNNER!!!!!"

HANSON
"BLADERUNNER TO THE KING OF PAIN!!!"

Referee James Greer chided Jay White to get out of the ring. Before Jay did, he ran over and pulled Adam Cole up to his knees, pointing at Judas Lasher. Acting quickly, Adam Cole rushed over and pulled Judas towards a corner where he delivered the Panama Sunrise!!

KLAZZIC
"PANAMA SUNRISE!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"HAHAAAAAAAAA ARE YOU SERIOUS??!!?!? THEY BEAT 'EM!!!! THEY BEAT THE DOMINION!!"

New Year's Day's "Anthem Of The Unwanted" played as Adam Cole shot up from the pin, throwing his fingers into the air in his signature taunt. Jay White joined him in the ring, ushering him out as Ethan Skinner recovered and came to Judas Lasher's side.

As The Unwanted backed up the ramp, Jay White smiled wickedly into the camera. "I told you, Dominion! Tonight...you breathe! With the Switchblade...aaaand..." He stepped to the side, allowing Adam to throw his fingers up again, the crowd joining him in a deafening:

"ADAM COLE BAY-BAY!!!!!!!"

Afterwards, Adam called the camera over and motioned between himself and Jay White. "It's official! SuperSwitch! Tag Team of the Unwanted, bitches! Keep those fucking belts nice and polished for us! You take something of ours? We're gonna take something of yours!" He pie faced the camera way, roughly as he and Jay White turned and disappeared behind the curtain as the credits started to roll.

REYNOLDS
"Did they just challenge for the Tag Team Titles?!"

HANSON
"I believe they did! They want Ultra-Violence! If the tag team champions are successful at Gang Warfare, they might have another fight on their hands!"

REYNOLDS
"I still can't believe they beat The Dominion of Pain!"

KLAZZIC
"And Judas Lasher was the one pinned! That's something that can go on Adam Cole's resume!"

HANSON
"Absolutely! What a great night we had folks! We hope you enjoyed it but we've gotta say so long for now! We'll see you all next week! Live in San Antonio, Texas! April 1st!"

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Jag'hatai D'habi v. Darius Crowley - 20:00 DRAW

Mary Williams def. Trina Tanaka

Suzuki-gun (Suzuki/Sabre) def. Colt Shields/Satoru Shade

DOOMSDAY def. AKI

Nostalgia Ultra def. Merlex

Penelope Cassidy def. Victoria Emmerson

Lara Blackheart def. Marissa Payne

The Renegades (Morrison/Law) def. Army of Darkness

Morgan Payne def. Serena Frost (NEW CHAMPION)

Chris Wolfe def. El Piso Mojado (STILL CHAMPION)

The Unwanted (White/Cole) def. The Dominion of Pain (Lasher/Skinner)