NFW Presents: CRUEL SUMMER II! 08/24/2021!

Roger Arden: The following contest is the first match of Cruel Summer... THE CRUELTY CHAMBER! In order to win this match, a wrestler must first secure a pinfall or a submission, then they must hit the four turnbuckle post in succession. There are No disqualifications, No count outs, and no outside interference allowed. A pinfall or submission may occur anywhere within the confines of The Cruelty Chamber.

Nick Hanson: A very interesting and sure to be violent match to kick off the night. A match from the twisted mind of the man about to be introduced, and his knack for showmanship was apparent when this monstrosity of a cell was lowered over the ring by two transport helicopters. I guess they’re coming back to remove it. For now, let’s go back to Roger Arden.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, he weighs in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, from Dallas, Texas… MATT SHIELDS!
The lights in the arena went black and stayed out for a good ten seconds until "Faith" by Ghost began playing. The gold lights started flashing to the beat of the song as smoke began rising up from the ramp. As the first verse began, Matt Shields stepped out and looked at the crowd. Shields pointed the kendo stick down at the ring as several large bursts of fire shot up on either side of him. He stalked down to the ring, carrying his kendo stick in his right hand, dragging it along the ramp behind him, while he had a balloon in his left hand. That balloon suddenly goes flying as Sylvia Lopez jumps on the back of Shields and starts delivering clubbing blows. Shields drops to a knee, his kendo stick slipping out of his grip for a second. Shields manages to grab the weapon and smashes it across Sylvia’s back to stop the early onslaught.

Jim Reynolds: Well I guess we’re not getting any sort of introductions for this match, but I am all for watching Sylvia attack Shields.

Shields takes a few steps towards the ring, getting some separation from Sylvia when she runs after him. The brawl is already on as Boxcar Jones is yelling for them to get into the ring. The two trade punches on their way down the ramp until Shields rakes the eyes and tosses Sylvia into the side of the metal structure. Sylvia quickly grabs Shields’s hair and does the same. Both are already a bit groggy as they move towards the entrance. Shields grabs Sylvia’s hair and smashes her face into the cage before he slings her inside The Cruelty Chamber. Shields steps up, gets inside and the door is closed as this match can finally begin.


As the door is being locked shut, Sylvia leaps up and takes Shields down with a Thesz press right on that hard metal floor. Boxcar Jones doesn’t do anything as his only real job is to count pins, check on submissions, and make sure there are no breaks in between button presses. After raining down several punches on Shields, Sylvia stands up and lets out a banshee scream which the crowd gleefully returns. Shields rolls towards the cage and slips a kendo stick out from between the metal. Sylvia is whacked upside the head and Shields hits his first neckbreaker of the match, opting for a simple swinging variety. Shields starts looking around at some of the weapons and decides to pull out a second kendo stick, a steel chair, a crowbar, a metal pipe, and a bull rope before he looks to the corners. He starts to head to the barbed wire-wrapped pool noodles, but stops and moves to the surfboard. As he nears the surfboard, he is unaware that Sylvia is up on the top rope behind him. Sylvia dives off and smashes his face into the surfboard and we have FIRST BLOOD! Shields is wobbly and woozy, but when he feels the blood start to trickle down his face, he throws a vicious right-hand jab to Sylvia. Sylvia follows with a knife-edge chop, a hard right hand of her own, and a spin kick that sends Shields crashing into the surfboard. Shields drops down and Sylvia grabs a chair. Sylvia tosses it right at the face of Shields, then positions it in front of him as she runs to the other corner, uses the cage to jump, spin, and charges with a massive cannonball that sends both of them crashing through the surfboard.

Jim Reynolds: Shiiit! Syvlia Lopez throwing caution to the wind in the early goings of this match.

Nick Hanson: We knew this match would be intense and violent and dangerous. Shields is already busted open and Sylvia with the first big crazy move of this match.

Jim Reynolds: That damn surfboard is broken in half. Do you know what it takes to shatter a surfboard like that?

Shields and Sylvia crawl out of the wreckage with Sylvia up to her feet first. Sylvia now starts looking around at the various weapons and decides to pick up a scuba flipper that looks to have steel around the edge. She smiles as she charges at Shields looking to crack his skull open. Shields just manages to duck and Sylvia hits the cage allowing Shields to hit a half nelson neckbreaker. Shields moves over towards the equipment and takes a few breaths as he wipes the docs from his eyes. Syliva charges in with the flipper again and this time Shields catches her with a drop toe hold, sending her forehead smacking into the air tank in the corner and now both competitors have shed blood. Shields grabs one of the flippers and starts taunting Syliva a little bit before he raises it over his head and eats a right hand before he can deliver the devastating blow. Sylvia fires back with a stinging knife edge chop, then several quick forearm shots, Another brutal chop, and a headbutt, nope it’s an eye rake for Shields, followed by a bite right to the forehead and a knee to the midsection. Shields pulls up with blood around his mouth and quickly follows up with Majo No Toki. Shields makes the cover

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT

Nick Hanson: A close fall there for Shields off of that disgusting tactic. No rules in this match, which is right up his alley.

Jim Reynolds: Let’s not act like it’s just as much in Sylvia’s wheelhouse. She did attack him before the match as well. He’s an asshole so I’m okay with that, I’m just Devil’s advocate here.

Shields pulls Sylvia up and fires off an absolutely brutal chop, and follows with an inverted overdrive neckbreaker. Shields covers but it’s only a 2 count. Shields brings Sylvia up and she suddenly bites his forehead and drives her knee into his midsection. Sylvia lays into Shields with three quick stiff chops, his chest reddening and even bleeding a bit. Shields jabs his thumb into Sylvia’s eye, hits a hop toss neckbreaker, then rolls her out of the ring. Shields whips Syliva into the corner that held the surfboard, her back crashing into the steel corner. Shields goes to the opposite side, runs across, and lays in a chop that sounds like an absolute gunshot. Sylvia slumps down, her chest dark red and a little bloody. Syliva rolls out of the corner, clutching at her chest as Shields again takes time to gloat and taunt before he goes to an area of the floor and opens a hatch. Shields reaches in and pulls out two bundles of lights tubes and four individual tubes. Shields closes the hatch and gets a bull rope punch across the face. Shields is knocked loopy and tossed into the barbed wire-wrapped pool noodles. Shields stumbles and staggers as he hits, the barbs digging into his skin until he’s yanked out and hit with a spike DDT. Sylvia has to pull one of the pool noodles away from Shields before covering and hooking the leg.

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT

Jim Reynolds: Damn. She might have been able to get a pin and activate those buttons if not for that pool noodle.

Nick Hanson: What kind of person wraps barbed wire around pool noodles or steel toes flippers or glues what looks like legos and thumbtacks to a freaking beach ball?

Jim Reynolds: What do you want me to say Nick? He’s a sick sadistic bastard.

Shields brings Syliva up, smacks him across the face, and decides to just kick him in the balls, but she immediately screams and clutches in pain as Shields smiles, flips her off, and tells her he’s wearing a titanium cup. Shields follows with a dragon screw leg whip right on the steel. Shields stays on the damaged leg with a single leg crab, looking for a submission, and an easier path to victory if he can damage Sylvia’s leg enough. Sylvia doesn’t even try to crawl to the ropes, she just lunges and bites at Shields’s ankle, causing him to loosen up and change stance slightly allowing Sylvia to hit a chop block. Shields stumbles and Sylvia breaks free. Both now hold their knees a bit as they come in and deliver hard forearm shots, both catching each other. The Bastard and The Banshee just keep trading shots. Forearms, chops, uppercuts, European and standard variety. Both of their chests are starting to turn a bit purple as Shields hits a big European uppercut, spins, and hits a surprising leg sweep out of nowhere. Shields brings Sylvia up and hits a big corkscrew neckbreaker, but Sylvia somehow pops up and hits Shields with a spinning backfist out of nowhere. Shields hits the ropes and comes back with a running high knee, then an eye gouge, and some Greetings From Crystal Lake for Sylvia. Shields slowly moves into the cover.

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT

Nick Hanson: Sylvia kicks out once again as these two are just brutalizing each other.

Jim Reynolds: Between the vicious strikes, the weapons and the amount of attacks to the head and neck, I’m starting to get genuinely worried.

Nick Hanson: Both of these competitors are a bit cra… eccentric. They are certainly no stranger to blood, violence, and brutal brawls.

Shields grabs a kendo stick and smashes it across the back of Sylvia a few times before he pulls something out of his pocket. It’s a piece of the broken kendo stick he used last week. Shields goes to jab it into Sylvia’s skull, wanting to really make her bleed. Sylvia blocks it and tries to jam it low, but she forgot about the titanium cup. The piece crunches and she eats a big knee under the jaw followed by a pumphandle neckbreaker. Shields covers, but only gets a 2 count. Shields brings Sylvia up to her feet and then onto his shoulder looking for a Canadian neckbreaker. Sylvia slides off and shoves Shields face-first into the cage wall, then powers him up and over with a shocking German suplex. Sylvia is excited as she jumps around a few times before Shields starts getting up. Sylvia hits the ropes and comes running right into a chair to the midsection. Shields slams the chair across the back of Sylvia and she stumbles forward right into the crowbar. Sylvia picks it up and swings it, causing Shields to use the chair like a shield. Sylvia delivers a few blows that crunch the chair and Shields finally tosses it forward at her and comes in with a running European uppercut. Shields brings Sylvia up for a second Majo No Toki, but now she’s raking the eyes of Shields and slipping off his shoulders. Sylvia is smiling at the carnage as she charges at Shields and tackles him into the pile of barbed wire wrapped pool noodles.

Jim Reynolds: What the fuck. We saw how just getting tossed into those things, messed up Shields pretty good and Sylvia just basically three both of them right into them.

Nick Hanson: Those barbs stick to your skin, they pull and rip, and with something like this both competitors are gonna be a bloody mess.

Crawling out of the sea of barbed wire and cheap rainbow-colored foam took both Shields and Sylvia a bit, Shields left arm was sliced off and his pants were ripped along the right leg. Sylvia’s arms and midsection bore the scars of the suicidal spear. Sylvia moves to the ropes as Shields moves to the cage, both slowly pulling themselves up with a bit of aid. As soon as they see the other, the fight is back on, this time its forearms and elbows. Sylvia is just throwing everything into these strikes, rocking Shields a bit with an elbow, but he comes back with a double sledge to the midsection and looks for a fisherman’s neckbreaker. Sylvia blocks it hits a snapmare, a hard kick to the back, and a rolling neck snap. Sylvia covers and gets a 2 count. Shields moves away from Sylvia for a bit, rolling into the ring and then out to the other side. Sylvia goes to grab Shields and gets a face full of light tube. Sylvia stumbles backward and Shields grabs part of the light tube. Shields goes for that wound on Sylvia’s forehead, trying to jab the edge of the busted light tube into her skull, but she blocks it, hits a vicious headbutt, and delivers a massive discus lariat, leaping into it and flying about a foot away towards the ropes. Sylvia looks at Shields down on the floor and smiles as she goes up to the top rope and then flies off with a big headbutt. Sylvia is slow to crawl into the cover and barely hooks the leg

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT

Jim Reynolds: Sylvia Lopez continues to take the big risks in this insane match.

Nick Hanson: She has to. She’s kept up with Shields in the striking and brutality department, but he has a substantial height and weight advantage on her.

Jim Reynolds: Plus he’s a bastard that cheats. He has taken advantage of that size advantage though. Using his vast arsenal of neckbreakers. Right now though, Sylvia is in control.

Sylvia slowly pushes up to her feet and rolls back. Shields is slowly getting to his feet only to be dropped by a sliding forearm courtesy of Sylvia. A cover and a 2 count before Shields is pulled up and Sylvia looks for the Lopez Lock, only to have Shields ram her back first into the cage. Shields hits a quick snap suplex to get a little separation and another light tube. Shields quickly smashes the light tube across the back of Sylvia, then grabs her hair and pulls her up into a vicious neckbreaker, both of them landing on the glass a bit. Shields pulls Sylvia up again and gets a punch to the kidneys, then a spin kick and a swinging neckbreaker of her own. Now it’s Sylvia’s turn to have fun with the light tubes as she grabs one and slams it right over the head of Shields. Shields stumbles back into the cage and Sylvia lets out a banshee wail before she flies at Shields with the big high knee. Shields just ducks and Sylvia’s already attacked leg hits the cage and then there’s a bit of an awkward landing. Shields is quick to take advantage with a vicious dragon suplex. Shields looks to the ropes and smirks as he climbs up top. Shields stands with his knee on the top rope, his other foot on the middle, and stretches out his arms.

ARCHANGELO!

HAIL SATAN!

WELCOME YEAR ZERO!

Shields goes to step up but Sylvia jumps up and bites his nose, causing even more blood. Shields fires off an elbow to stop the biting and again the two are just trading shots before Shields jabs his thumb into Sylvia’s eye and with them on opposite sides of the ropes, Shields smashes Sylvia’s head into the turnbuckle, then spins her for a neckbreaker. Shields slides over a bit, one foot on the bottom turnbuckle connector before he jumps down and drives Sylvia’s neck across that solid metal connector, her head whiplashing a bit before she hits the solid steel flooring. Shields rolls into the ring rolls to the other side and moves into the pin, hooking both legs.

TWO...

THREE

MATT SHIELDS EARNS PINFALL! BUTTONS ACTIVATED!

Nick Hanson: What in the? My God, Matt Shields could have just ended Sylvia Lopez’s career with that vicious and disgusting neckbreaker.

Jim Reynolds: I knew it was going to take something big to get the first pinfall, but that was just sickening.

Shields is very pleased with himself as he rolls off of the pin and pulls himself up with the help of the ropes. Shields steps inside the ring and hits the button on the turnbuckle post he’s nearest to. Shields is in much better shape than Sylvia, but he’s still a little slow, possibly landing funny delivering that bone-crunching maneuver. Shields makes it to the second button as Sylvia is stirring. Shields takes a second to wipe away some of the blood from his forehead, making sure it doesn’t get into his eyes. Shields starts moving along to to the third button when Sylvia rolls into the ring, pulls herself up, and uses the ropes to launch herself at Shields with a suicide spear. Sylvia rolls back to the ropes and pulls herself up, then hits a big running senton. Sylvia grabs the hand of Shields and starts toying with his fingers a bit, bending them back, causing a grimace and a groan as she gets ready to break them, only to be hit with a right hand, that’s got a chain wrapped around it. Sylvia stumbles back and Shields again gets some separation. Shields moves through the ropes and over to another side, but Sylvia goes up to the top rope and hits a big dropkick that sends Shields flying ass over teakettle. Shields is punch drunk as he gets up and Sylvia connects with an insane Leg Trap Sunset Flip Powerbomb onto a light tube bundle, the glass shattering all around Shields and catching her a little as well, but Sylvia wants the cover and pushes up, her legs over Shields’ shoulders

TWO...

THREE

SYLVIA LOPEZ EARNS PINFALL! BUTTONS ACTIVATED!

Jim Reynolds: Fucking hell. Sylvia with a little tribute to her friend and tag team partner Ronnie Lester with a pretty extreme version of his signature Something Wicked move.

Nick Hanson: Extreme is right, she drove Shields down into the bundle of light tubes and she no doubt has some glass shards in uncomfortable places.

Jim Reynolds: If these two walk out of here and up the ramp on their own, I will be shocked.

Sylvia is up and after she gets rid of some of the large pieces of glass she moves to the first post and hits the button. Sylvia is clinging to the ropes as she makes her way towards the second button, her leg wanting to give out after the abuse she has taken. Sylvia doesn’t go down to a knee, making sure she doesn’t break things up, she slowly moves to the second button and hits it. Sylvia takes a few breaths and a quick second to massage out some of the pain in her knee before she begins to head to the third button only to get a chair thrown right in her face. Shields had just chucked the thing from the other side of the room. No finesse or art to it at all, just a chair thrown full force at someone’s face. Sylvia stumbles down, seated against the ropes when Shields smirks and gets up on the other side with the help of the ropes. Shields charges and hits an absolutely vicious wrecking ball dropkick, sending both him and Sylvia through the ropes. Shields lands with an elbow drop as they both hit the hard steel. Shields rolls away and tries to pick some of the glass out of his back as Sylvia moves to the cage, clinging to that metal fencing. Sylvia slowly comes to her feet and has the steel toe flipper. Sylvia goes to the middle rope and drops it across the back of Shields as he’s working to get a piece of glass out. Shields stumbles and hits the cage, turns around, and narrowly misses another shot, this time to the face. Shields hits a quick European uppercut and a swinging neckbreaker but doesn’t cover. Shields holds himself up with the help of the cage and takes a few deep breaths. Sylvia is slowly getting back to her feet when Shields goes back to the chops, these two once again throwing the heavy leather. Sylvia’s chest is bloody and bruised as is Shields and after Sylvia connects with a throat chop, Shields is again gasping for air and resorting to cheap tricks with an eye gouge, a hair pull and face smash into the cage, and then a throat chop of his own, both struggling to breathe. Shields is able to recover a second or two faster and quickly delivers the 40 Legions clothesline, spinning Sylvia inside out. Shields makes the cover

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT

Nick Hanson: Shields with another big move off the back of yet another cheap shot. Though I guess in this environment there’s not really any cheap shots.

Jim Reynolds: No real rules in this one other than no interference and his crazy ass win conditions.

Both competitors are bloody, beaten, battered and bruised, but still fighting. Shields moves over to the broken surfboard and tosses part of it inside. Shields is looking for more weapons when Sylvia comes running around the ring, leaps up, and hits a crossbody that sends him into the ring. Shields rolls back and pops up as Sylvia does the same and they charge, meeting in the middle with punches, both just throwing savage bombs. Shields gets the upper hand and delivers a roaring elbow, but Sylvia hits the ropes, drops through the top and middle, holds on, and uses that momentum to throw herself back at Shields with a flying shoulder tackle. Shields now goes flying out of the ring and lands on the steel floor. Shields looks up and sees the platform above him. Shields grabs the cage and starts pulling himself up. Shields climbs up towards the side of the platform and drops down, waiting for Sylvia. Sylvia sees him and follows, but as soon as she gets up to the platform she’s hit with a pair of brass knucks and then dropped with an Argentine neckbreaker. Shields covers, but there’s no count. Shields looks down at Boxcar just sort of chilling in the corner eating a hot dog.

GET YOUR FUCKING ASS UP HERE BOXCAR!

Everyone’s favorite hobo referee looks up and nods as Shields uses a strategically placed kendo stick to keep Sylvia down, driving it across her back before he uses it to hit a Russian leg sweep. Shields drops the kendo stick and brings Sylvia up and into position for the Hellhound’s Bite as Boxcar huffs and puffs his way up to the platform. He gets there right as Shields drops Sylvia, that hardwood platform shaking a little from the impact Shields makes the cover and Boxcar counts

TWO...

THREE

MATT SHIELDS EARNS PINFALL! BUTTONS ACTIVATED!

Nick Hanson: Shields with another chance to win this one and if he’s smart he leaves Sylvia Lopez up on that platform.

Jim Reynolds: No doubt. He’s an asshole and a bastard and I want to see him get his ass handed to him, but he is an intelligent wrestler.

Nick Hanson: All that damage down to the neck of Sylvia and that Hellhounds’ Bite it’s like a shockwave through your neck, back and spine. Sylvia is tough, but Shields might have found his ticket to victory.

Shields does leave Sylvia on the platform, slowly rolling to the side and stepping down to catch the cage. Shields crawls down and moves to the first post, hitting the button. Shields again has to wipe some blood from his forehead and he’s still breathing a bit deep as he slowly moves to the second button. Shields connects and stumbles slightly, but it isn’t a stop. The ropes and the cage have helped both Shields and Sylvia as they seem intent on killing each other inside this devilish structure. Shields slowly moves to the third button and pushes it, needing just one more to take the match. Shields starts to move towards the fourth and final button when Sylvia leps off the platform and takes Shields down with an insane crossbody. Sylvia rolls through and pops up to her feet, smiling as she sees Shields pulling himself up into the corner. Sylvia is quick to hit a massive cannonball and Shields rolls out before she can cover. Sylvia steps out, takes a few steps back and when Shields slowly gets to his feet she runs in, charging with a massive flying headbutt that wipes out The Maniacal motherfucker. Sylvia moves into the cover

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT

Jim Reynolds: What the hell was that? Sylvia just ran right at him like a freaking torpedo or a battering ram, skull to skull.

Nick Hanson: Sylvia is never going to back down and she is never going to be afraid to use her own body as a weapon. That flying headbutt hit with a pretty nasty thud.

Sylvia again looks for the Lopez Lock, but Shields is quick to roll to the ropes and trips Sylvia up, sending her throat first into the top rope. Shields hits a few headbutts of his own, backing Sylvia up into the cage wall. Shields shoots Sylvia off into the ropes and looks for another 40 Legions as she comes back, but it’s ducked, Sylvia uses the cage to turn and drives the crown of her skull into the midsection of Shields. Another attempt at the Lopez Lock and this time Shields just throws his body backward, dropping Sylvia on the hard steel flooring. Shields decides he wants to cause some major carnage, so he drives a boot into the side of Sylvia’s skull and then moves to the other light tube bundle. Shields brings it over and sets it up behind Sylvia then brings her up to her feet. Shields hits a few quick forearms, then a European uppercut and a step-up enziguri. Shields gets Sylvia positioned and hooks her for a Tiger suplex, but before he can get the last arm hooked, she drives an elbow right into his nose. Sylvia spins Shields around and delivers a backstabber, then kicks out his knees, sending him face and torso first into the light tube bundle. Sylvia now clamps on The Lopez Lock. Shields is a bloody mess as Sylvia cranks back on the dragon sleeper, squeezing the life out of Shields with the body scissors as she looks for the submission. Shields tries to twist and turn and grab the cage or get a weapon, but there is nowhere to go. His air is fading and his blood is flowing from all the barbed wire and glass punctures. Shields finally taps out.


Nick Hanson: Wow, Sylvia Lopez gets the submission against Matt Shields and after that, it could be over.

Jim Reynolds: She put him through a light tube bundle and then locked in that devastating submission. She gets the tap and now all she needs is four buttons hit.

Nick Hanson: Easier said than done, but after that I kind of hope we are nearing the end. This has been a bloody violent match and one hell of a way to kick off Cruel Summer.
Sylvia slowly pushes Shields away and rolls back from the busted glass. Sylvia stumbles into the ring and over to a post. Sylvia reaches up and hits the first button. Sylvia drags herself over to the second, just clinging to the rope as Shields is slowly waking up, breathing deep, and picking glass out of his chest when Sylvia hits the second button. Shields slowly sits up while Sylvia slowly pulls herself towards the third button. A brief stop for breath and to wipe away some blood before Sylvia finds her way to the third button. Shields is up and he grabs that lego and thumbtack-covered beach ball, a few tacks piercing his hand, but he uses that to hold on as he springboards up and dives in slamming that ball down on the skull of Sylvia. Shields pulls his hand away as he is a bloody mess. Sylvia slowly pulls it away and drops it in the middle of the ring beside the surfboard and a few of the barbed wire pool noodles Shields has tossed in. Shields again springboards up, looking to show he can still go, but a light tube is shattered across his midsection. Shields doubles over and moves away from Sylvia quickly. Sylvia follows and again grabs the hand of Shields, intent on breaking his fingers. Shields is able to grab her hair and drive her skull into the cage. Shields then picks up a chair and slams it across the back of Sylvia. Shields sets the chair up, hauls Sylvia up, and delivers a straightjacket German suplex. Shields doesn’t bridge for the pin, instead, he rolls Sylvia back and then brings her up into the chair. Shields grabs the other half of the surfboard and smashes it into Sylvia’s midsection. Shields leaves the surfboard, moves to the other side, and charges in with a dropkick sending Sylvia flying.

Jim Reynolds: Fucking hell. Look Shields broke that surfboard again with the dropkick. Imagine the impact to Sylvia Lopez.

Nick Hanson: Shields has used this environment to his advantage all night and I’m worried about what he might have in store next.

Shields grabs a chair and tosses it up onto the platform he hadn’t used yet, then he tossed a few more into the ring. Shields sets the chairs and broken surfboard in a pile then tosses on a few of the barbed wire wrapped pool noodles, a couple of kendo sticks, some pieces of the broken light tubes, and finally that evil demonic beach ball now covered with legos, thumbtacks, and blood. Shields moves over to the cage and starts climbing as Sylvia is getting to her feet. Shields gets up onto the platform as Sylvia is up to her feet and already moving that way when he looks down

GET YOUR FUCKING ASS UP HEREYOU CRAZY BITCH!

Sylvia shot up the cage and onto that platform, but Shields expected that and blasts her right across the face with that steel chair. Shields sets up the chair near the edge of the platform, pulls Sylvia up, and sets her for The Necronomibreaker, but she’s able to grab his hand, and first, she bites his fingers, and then it’s Finger Break time as she snaps two of them before he pulls back, almost falling off the platform. Sylvia pulls him back and delivers a drop toe hold right onto the steel chair. Sylvia grabs Shields hand again and wants to break the other fingers, but Shields kicks her low. Shields delivers a hard chop and immediately pulls back, his hand screaming in pain. Shields drives a knee into the midsection of Sylvia, grabs his fingers, and snaps them back into place. Shields hits another chop and still grimaces in agony. It only gets worse as Sylvia starts lighting him up with a series of quick chops, going right into machine gun chop mode. The chest of Shields is dripping blood now after at least twenty rapid-fire chops and he responds with a poke to the eye and yet another hair pull so he can slam Sylvia’s head into the cage. Syliva is a bit rocked as Shields sets her for Frailty. Shields pushes Sylvia out, brings her back in for the big elbow strike and it’s ducked. Sylvia goes back to the move that has served her best in this match and delivers a soul-smashing headbutt. Sylvia doesn’t let up, laying in with a few more as it’s time for the Lunatic Combination. Sylvia gets the mandible claw in and Shields is fighting. Shields reaches for the chair but knocks it off the platform. Shields grabs at Sylvia’s hand, but she has those fingers down his gullet and he is starting to fade. Shields slips down to a knee and suddenly Sylvia releases the hold and hits a massive jumping cutter off of the platform and through the pile of chaos on the mat.

Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT! Sylvia Lopez with the Sheer Drop, a tribute to her girlfriend Mevy and just wow!

The crowd is in agreeance with Jim as they start chanting

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Boxcar Jones is over to check on both Shields and Sylvia when he looks inside the pile of weapons and broken bodies. There’s a cover happening and he makes the count

TWO...

THREE

Nick Hanson: Boxcar Jones makes the three count, but for who?

SYLVIA LOPEZ EARNS PINFALL! BUTTONS ACTIVATED!

Jim Reynolds: Sylvia fucking Lopez. She needs to get to her feet and get to pushing them buttons

Nick Hanson: First she has to crawl out of that pit of misery and blood.

Sylvia slowly makes her way out of that train wreck of barbed wire, tacks, chairs, and glass. Shields is still laying there as Sylvia crawls over to the nearest corner. Sylvia pulls herself up, the ropes once more giving her support as she hits the first button. Sylvia is dragging herself to the next corner, her feet not even moving as she literally drags herself to hit the second button. Sylvia takes a second to finally stand as Shields is seen moving out of the pile of pain. Sylvia pulls herself to the third corner and hits the button as Shields is finally free from the wreckage. Shields moves to the first corner Sylvia went to, trying to work to his feet and stop Sylvia. Sylvia is on steady feet as she slowly moves to the fourth button. Shields is just up, hanging onto the ropes. Shields looks over at Sylvia and flips her off as she hits the fourth button, sending fireworks shooting off from the top of the cage.


Roger Arden: The winner of The Cruelty Chamber… SYLVIA LOPEZ!

Nick Hanson: Wow, that was bloody and brutal and even more than I expected.

Jim Reynolds: Those two nearly fucking killed each other and look now.

Shields just drops back down to the mat, sitting in the corner as Sylvia does the same. EMTs and officials are quick to come in after the door is unlocked.

Nick Hanson: Both of these competitors definitely need medical attention. No telling how much blood they have lost, possible internal injuries, maybe worse.

Shields is helped to stand, looks over at Sylvia, and just nods before he shoves the EMTs away, steps forward, and drops to a knee. Shields shoves away help, rolls to the floor, and moves to the cage. Shields pulls himself up and uses the cage to exit the chamber, but as soon as he’s out, he just collapses in the sand. Shields is helped up and finally allows them to take him towards the back as Sylvia allows Boxcar to raise her hand before she makes her leave. Sylvia stumbles a bit as she hits the sand, but Ronnie Lester is out to help her to her feet and to the back.

The cameras return to ringside as we prepare for the next match up but we see Nick Hanson sitting by himself at the commentary table, looking a little embarrassed.

Nick Hanson: Uhh, ladies and gentlemen, forgive me but it would appear as though my broadcast colleague, Jim Reynolds is a bit delayed. I know he went to the restroom during the break but I---

Nick frowns in confusion as he looks up off camera-

Nick Hanson: Can I help you..?

Up to the commentary table walks a suspicious looking individual in a cheap brown suit with a half done necktie, untucked shirt, an obvious bald cap on their head, a horrendous pair of coke bottle eyeglasses and about the most ridiculous Groucho Marx moustache you’ve ever seen. There’s also clumpy stuffing under the clothing to make this individual look overweight but it’s clearly fake.

Stranger: Buddy, it looks like I’m the one who can help you! Seems you’re in need of a broadcast partner! Don A. Rotain. At your service!

The man...who’s clearly a woman (and a very familiar one at that) sticks out “his” hand for a shake. Nick hesitantly takes it, being the polite gentleman he is but looks up at the individual absolutely bewildered.

Nick Hanson: Wait a second… Dona? Dona Rotten! Where the hell have you been?! Luthor’s been trying to call you! Steven Brody’s been trying to call you!

Don A. Rottain: Dona? Heh, buddy, you must be sampling from some hooch! I just told you my name is Don. Donald A. Rotain. It’s a pleasure to meet you and I’m excited to call this match with you!

Nick Hanson: Don A. Rottain…. Look, Dona, cut the crap, okay? We’ve all been worried sick.

Don A. chuckles, shaking “his” head at the camera and points to Nick.

Don A. Rottain: Haha! This guy! Oh, man.

And gives Nick what looks like it’s supposed to be a playful slug in the shoulder but it’s clearly done with enough force to make the man wince and rub his arm.

Nick Hanson: Don. Right. Don A. Rottain. Have a seat, I guess.

Don A. Rottain: My pleasure, bud!

Nick Hanson: Where’s Jim, anyway?

Don A. Rottain: Dude, fuck Jim. Let’s see how the manager wannabe-wrestler likes this shit.

Don A. Rottain puts on Jim Reynolds’ headset and settle down into his chair beside Nick.

The camera switches back to inside the ring where we’re shown Roger Arden ready to announce the match.

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

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Roger Arden: And it is a Blood In The Sand match for the NFW Genesis Championship!!!!! Introducing first, the challengers! First...accompanied to the ring by...ahem..Our Goddess Pet...from Colts Neck, New Jersey...weighing in at 120lbs!! The Red Oni...ETSUKO MITZUSAKA
The slow, rainfall like beginning cues up with the arena turning a deep hue of red. A sparkling rain falls upon the crowd but leaves no physical trace as the first one of the duo out is Pet to a chorus of boos mixed with a few signs of her Harem showing their support. Behind her is Etsuko who steps through the red rain following the Goddess who walks with arms out and a brilliant smile formed from her crimson lips. She turns her wrist a few times to wave out at the crowd but for the most parts keeps her palms upward while leading her charge. Etsuko appears briefly aggravated over the length of this walk and decides to pick up the pace once by the ring where, after picking up enough steam, slides in under the ropes and stands slightly hunched with her right arm hanging down and staring up from under her brow. She's clearly ready to fight as Pet finds the safest spot for her at ringside, the one where the Harem has gathered in the crowd, and settles herself in place.

Roger Arden: And...from Atlanta Georgia, weighing in at 145lbs...she is….The Beautiful One...KATIE...ANDERSON!!!!
"Confident'' by Demi Lovato plays as Katie steps through the curtain, she sings along with the song as she shakes a few hands in the crowd, once in the ring she leans against the turnbuckles and waits for her opponents. She barely takes her eyes off of Pet and Etsuko as she the next piece of music starts

Roger Arden: And...from Karori, Wellington, New Zealand...weighing in at 141lbs...she is the Headliner...CASS...BAUMER!!!!!

As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stand to their feet in anticipation! A thin wisp of smoke swirls and mingles with the vibrant silver-blue spotlight beaming down at the entryway. The shot slowly descends, gradually revealing a self-assured Cass Baumer with a small lighter in the path of the hairspray valve at an upward angle. The Kiwi's confident smile glints against the glow of her oscillating aerosol flamethrower. The boisterous audience pours down appreciation at the gaudy display. Once she's finished with the theatrics, The Headliner defiantly struts down the aisle in a dark silver-blue leather vest, weapons still in hand. As she nears the center of the clearing, she spins and steps backward, unashamedly showing off the glossy blue "Silver Mountain" emblem at the back of her distressed jacket.


"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer's lips form a triumphant smirk, her head turned to the side 'til she leisurely twirls back with her arms extended when she nears the apron. She stops at the steel steps to set down the hairspray, then slides into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and mounts the ropes, raising the ignited lighter with pride as she answers the visceral reaction of the crowd with a guttural shout of her own!

Cass is the first one to notice Don A. Rotain at the announce table and breaks into a humored, confused grin, mouthing “what are you doing?” Don A. just claps, hoots and hollers, throwing Cass a double thumbs up.

Roger Arden: And...introducing the champion…
The lights go down as a song undeniably by HEALTH drones four times. The drone continues to fade in and out, as it's now accompanied by on queue bass drum kicks, four to a bar. The drone gets louder as vocals creep in.


Following "VICTIM," "TEARS" kicks in and the lights come on to reveal the Genesis Champion, Katelin Descarrilado, in her circular sunglasses and medical mask, now donned in all black. She raises her arms up and out, almost in a wingspan, as the Genesis Championship shines. Jake Duzsik's vocals literally echo throughout the Collision Center as Descarrilado saunters down to the ring, almost in time to HEALTH's notes.

Roger Arden: ...from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 138 pounds, she is the current New Frontier Wrestling Genesis Champion... the Devil In The Details... KATELIIIIIN DESCARRILAAAAAAAAADOOOOOO!

Through Arden's announcement, Katelin has sauntered from the top to the bottom of the stage. She climbs the steps and enters on...


"TEARS" fades out on "Give our soul back..." as in the middle of the ring, Katelin holds her Genesis Title in the air for all to see, to a chorus of boos. Finally, she turns towards the announce table where Don A. Rotain is standing out of “his” seat and the two lock eyes. Katelin takes in the sight of the “man” and just shakes her head.

Don A. Rottain: Yeah, get used to it, bitch. You’re gonna be seeing a lot of this moustache.

Nick Hanson: Don, sit down.


As soon as the match starts, the Genesis Champion Katelin Descarrilado rolls out of the ring! The other three competitors look at each other. Katie Anderson nods at Cass Baumer, while Etsuko Mitzusaka looks at her manager, Pet, at ringside. Katie and Baumer approach the ropes overlooking Katelin, their eyes wide as the pair decide to run at the opposite ropes side-by-side. Running back in Katelin’s direction, the crowd stands in anticipation in hopes of seeing the two dive out of the squared circle at the same time only to be disappointed when Etsuko intercepts them with a two-arm clothesline! Pet cheers wildly while the audience boos even louder at the sight of Katelin grabbing a briefcase from underneath the ring.

Nick Hanson: Wait. Is that the Wildcard Briefcase Katelin’s dug out from under the ring?

Don A. Rottain: I don’t think so, Tim. She handed that to a NFW official when she cashed in for the Genesis Title.

Nick Hanson: It must be somewhere safely stored away in the Collision Center a thousand miles away. Oh, and my name isn’t Tim.

With the solid aluminum weapon in hand, Katelin slides back into the ring. Anderson and Baumer start to stir to their feet while Descarrilado spikes Etsuko with the aluminum briefcase! Katie tries to rush her next, but she’s hammered with the briefcase, too! Next, Cass is down! Etsuko again! Then Katie a second time! Katelin is showered in boos as she unsnaps the weaponized container to reveal it’s filled to the brim with small sharp nails.

Nick Hanson: Thumbtacks!

Don A. Rottain: YAAAAAWWWWWNN!!!!!

The manager-turned-champion callously pours them over her three contenders, a sinister smile on her face as she starts to cover the whole ring! She tosses the briefcase to a corner near a turnbuckle. The crowd looks on in shock as the mat gradually gets almost entirely covered with the metal drawing pins. Katie, Cass, and Etsuko already got a couple of the nails embedded into the epidermis of their skin as they lumber to their feet. Katelin laughs at them, arrogant as ever as her attention quickly shifts back and forth between the three until Pet grabs Katelin’s leg from ringside! The champion’s attention shifts, berating the sex-positive seductress while Etsuko wraps her leg around the back of Katelin’s neck and captures her in a suplex position. The Mitzusaka Driver combos with Katie Anderson’s Bad Street Blues (curb stomp) finisher that ruthlessly spikes Katelin’s head into the bed of tacks! Cass immediately throws a handful of nails into the face of Etsuko, then hits Katie with a Miramira spear dropped into a lifting side slam! Baumer runs at Etsuko, attempting to hit a second Miramira only to be sprawled, deadlifted, and piledriven head-first into the thumbtack heap! Etsuko falls out of exhaustion when it connects, collapsing to the mat. Everyone is down!

Nick Hanson: We got a mess of bodies all over the place!

Don A. Rottain: Shit’s crazy, Tim!

Nick Hanson: My name’s not Tim, damn it!

Don A. Rottain: Dude, chill pill. Take one.

Katelin groggily crawls through the metal battlefield and lays an arm over Cass Baumer.



Cass kicks out, the crowd cheering her resiliency while she continues to writhe in agony. Katelin insulted the ref for an alleged slow count, then attempted to pin Katie Anderson.



Next, she tries Etsuko. Katelin’s body’s bloody against the sharp edges of the tacks she laid.



Descarrilado shouts and pounds the floor, the NFW fans jeering at her tantrum until they notice a bloody Cass Baumer slowly rolling underneath the ropes to fall to the sand-covered ringside. Then, the Headliner slowly crawls under the apron and slips beneath the ring in search of a weapon. Katie Anderson has made it to her feet just above where Cass searches. Etsuko’s to her feet too, as well as Katelin who seems to be in the worst shape of the three. Haggard and bleeding from cuts on her arms and abdomen, Descarrilado shows off endurance that might make her husband, Tren, proud. The first to move is Etsuko, the crescent-shaped facepaint on her right eye now tinted with crimson from a forehead wound. She takes a swing. Pow! Katie responds with a punch of her own. Pop! Katelin strikes them both in quick succession, trying to keep upright with heavy breathing in the middle of the deathmatch battlefield.

Nick Hanson: Bit of a trifecta of blows being thrown here!

Don A. Rottain: They should knock the shit out of Katelin more.

Nick Hanson: Biased, aren’t we?

Don A. Rottain: What, you think I’m getting paid to be objective? Fuck outta here, Nick--excuse me, Tim.

Nick Hanson: No, that was ri---never mind….

More fists fly, each connecting with another until Cass returns from underneath the ring with an aerosol can of hairspray! She slicks back her usual dirty blonde locks now tinted dark strawberry blonde, then shows she’s got her trusty lighter in her other hand. The can’s been rigged with rubber bands, a wall bracket, and a sticky substance on the end of the metal. She placed her lighter onto the bracket and shot her makeshift flamethrower safely into the air to demonstrate what her creation did for the NFW faithful! A mix of cheers and gasps erupt from the audience before she turns off the blaze.

The distraction allows Etsuko to grab Katie’s wrist and hit her with a spinebuster onto the nails, then shovels Katelin Descarrilado out of the ring with a side suplex. Cass tries to hit her with a burst of flames out of the air only for the stream to seemingly miss entirely!

The Devil In The Details climbs to her knees, shouting obscenities at Cass with the weapon directly pointed at her face like a rifle. Before Baumer has the chance to open fire, Etsuko collides with the Headliner with a shoulder block into the barricade, grabs her ankle, and whips her around in a circle into the steel steps! The aerosol atrocity falls to the sand, covered slightly by the mound Etsuko’s feet created when Katie Anderson springboards off the top rope and lands a moonsault into the three of them to the crowd’s amazement! All four competitors are down!

Again, the durability of Katelin is showcased when she carefully crawls to the ring apron and reaches underneath to take out a modern shock collar. There’s an accompanying remote with a dial, too. The audience is confused, until Descarrilado puts it around Etsuko’s neck. Katelin cranks the dial to ten, then presses the big yellow button!

Nick Hanson: Wait a damn minute! What the hell is that?!

Don A. Rottain: IT’S A BOMB, HIT THE DECK!!!

Nick Hanson: What the he--HEY!!

Don A. dives out of “his” chair and under the table.

Electricity surges through Mitzusaka to the Devil in the Details’ delight, until suddenly she has a hand wrapped around her throat! Etsuko growls at her with crimson blood coating the entirety of her face, then chokeslams the Genesis Champion onto the top of the barricade, then throat thrusts Cass with authority! Pet scurries over to try to dig the dropped remote out from under the sand. Without a single wasted movement, the harem member rushes at Katie too, who dodges a spear by jumping split-legged over the raging Oni, then hits her with a running bulldog from behind.

Nick Hanson: It is absolute chaos between these four, folks! Hey, will you get out from under there?!

Don A. Rottain: Are we dead? You look too ugly to be an angel. I swear the only way a manager wrestler-wanna be wins this match is by blowing the ring up.

Nick Hanson: No, we’re not dead and--Hey!! What the hell?!

Don A. Rottain: Nope. Still alive. I can still smell that cheap ass cologne of yours. Or maybe, hold on...

Don A. sniffs under “his” collar.

Don A. Rottain: My bad. That’s the shit I swiped from Jim’s locker. Eau de Douchebag.

While on the beach, Etsuko struggles to breathe and clutches her chest. She claws desperately at the collar, desperately trying to remove it from around her throat when Pet approaches. Then, she reveals she found the remote.

Kneeling in the sand beside her client/slave, Pet glances at Cass and Katelin, who have since climbed back into the ring with new weapons in hand. Cass has a lead pipe wrapped in razor wire, while Katelin wields a kendo stick fastened with thumbtacks she found on the mat. The two weapons collide, the sound of wood meets metal clanging through the arena! Again! Again! Now the two are face to face, their weapons touching between them with furious expressions!

Nick Hanson: It’s like a literal battle to the death breaking out here, folks!

Don A. Rottain: ♫HEEEEEERE WE ARE!! BORN TO BE KINGS!! WE’RE THE PRINCES OF THE UUUUUUNIVEEEEERSE!!!♫

Nick Hanson: ....Okay, I’m gonna give you that one.

Don A. Rottain: Knew you’d like that shit. It’s 80’s themed, after all!

Then, after fiddling with the dial to reach max voltage beyond the number ten, Pet starts to jab the yellow button of the shock collar remote over and over to punish Etsuko for stopping! The crowd boos this loudly, appalled by the actions of the collared Red Oni’s manager!

Fortunately, Katie Anderson tackles Pet to the beach to get her to stop hurting Etsuko! The remote flies into the air, lodging itself into the seaboard as well. The Red Oni continues her attempt to rip the collar off her neck with all her might to no success. That’s when Katie tries to look underneath the ring, right where Katelin found the collar. The fight continues in the ring. Katelin versus Cass is a heated exchange in the middle of the sea of thumbtacks! Some small areas were clear of the pointy objects by now, the excess sliding underneath the ropes to the sand with movement.

Cass swings again, but Katelin hammers her with the kendo stick to the back of the neck! Then, Descarrilado tries to sweep the leg when Cass jumps it. Her lead pipe hits right on Katelin’s cheek, the razor wire bloodying the Genesis Champion further! The red splashes onto Cass herself, both their bodies drenched in blood! Now, Baumer tries to get the pin.



The champion stays champion! At least for now. Outside the ring, Katie continues to search the underside of the ring until she finds the shock collar key! She walks over to a panicking Etsuko and removes her electric bind with a gentle smile. The pair share a brief respectful moment at ringside while Katelin and Cass push their broken bodies to the limit! The Woman Who Won’t Let Pain Stop Her fights to stay Genesis Champion while the New Zealand Warrior competes to right a wrong! Now Katie and Etsuko are fighting again, too, both of them inside the ring. Now all four stand in a square, considering their next moves while the crowd cheers wildly.

Now Katie’s against Cass while Katelin’s against Etsuko. Mitzusaka attempts a hook, but Katelin catches the arm and falls back for a double knee armbreaker. Then, the Devil in the Details’ locks in her Rail Tie (crossface cobra clutch) after pushing Etsuko face-first into the ocean of violence! Cass and Katelin exchange punches and kicks, until Katie hits a spinebuster. Pet motivates the Red Oni not to tap, the submission lasting almost ten seconds before Katie spikes Katelin with a Bad Street Blues (curb stomp) that breaks the hold! It looked like Etsuko was about to tap, too.

A gore-soaked Cass gets to her feet and exhaustedly kicks the aluminum briefcase into place. Then, she lifts Katelin to her feet and spikes her down onto the briefcase covered in tacks with a Fact Check (somersault reverse DDT)! Almost simultaneously, Katie hits a recovering Etsuko with a Bad Street Blues (curb stomp), too! Cass hooks the leg on Katelin, then Katie does the same with Etsuko’s.

Nick Hanson: Oh my!!!! Double cover!!!!

Don A. Rottain: C’mon, Cass!!! Pin the fucking manager!!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner aaaand NEEEEWWW.....NFW GENESIS CHAMPION!! THE BEAUTIFUL ONE….KATIE….ANDERSON!!!!

Nick Hanson: We got us a new Genesis Champion folks!

Don A. Rottain: HALLE-FUCKIN-LLUJA!!! Welp, my job here is done, Tim, my boy! I’m gonna go celebrate something right happening for a change. You have a fine eve--oh shit! Gotta go!

Don A. Rotain looks off to the side and suddenly takes off running, jumping over the barricade and high tailing it towards the backstage setup. A few seconds later, Jim Reynolds comes running up out of breath

Jim Reynolds: --SON OF A BITCH!! GET BACK HERE!!!!

He leans on the commentary table, panting and huffing before looking at Nick and waving an arm in the direction Don A. ran off.

Jim Reynolds: The fuck was that, man?! You just let that creep sit and call a match?

Nick Hanson: Where the hell have you been?!

Jim Reynolds: I stopped by my trailer after my restroom break to spritz some more cologne on and I couldn’t find the shit! Next thing I know, the goddamn trailer door won’t open! I think that guy was the culprit!

Nick Hanson: That was no guy.

Jim Reynolds: Fuck you mean it was no guy? I just saw him! HEY, I’M GONNA GET YOU, YOU WELL GROOMED SON OF A BITCH!!!!

Nick Hanson: Will you sit down, already?!

Jim sits down in an angry huff as the cameras return to ringside where Katie Anderson, a bloody but smiling mess holds up her new Genesis Championship. Pet and Etsuko have made their way off while Katelin Descarrilado stands in the middle of the walkway, bloodied, mangled, absolutely furious. She turns her attention between Katie Anderson in the ring and Cass Baumer, who’s made her way up onto the stage, leaned over with her hands on her knees as The Headliner just watches The Ice Queen, almost daring her to make a move. Katelin opts not to, however, as Katie Anderson continues to celebrate and the cameras switch away from ringside.

The cameras returned to ringside where things were set up for the next match. Several beach blankets of varying colors and designs were laid out all over ringside.

Nick Hanson: Well folks, here we are! It is time for the Beach Blanket Brawl Deathmatch, as it’s been called.

Jim Reynolds: Who the hell thinks up this shit, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: Who knows? I’m not sure such a stipulation is a good idea with these two competitors coming up. They’ve been at each other’s throats for weeks ever since Reckoning Day 3.

Jim Reynolds: Well, goddamn Jansen Myrrh, I like her and all usually but she screwed Yukiko Kusanagi out of the World Heavyweight Championship! Now we gotta listen to another night of Damon Cross touting about how he is redeemed and Danni Anderson calling him her Knight or whatever.

Nick Hanson: It’s Danni Deballion, Jim

Jim Reynolds: Oh, who gives a shit because I sure don’t! Start the goddamn match!

Nick Hanson: Well, we gotta take it to Roger first. Go ahead bud!

Inside the ring, Roger Arden stands at the ready with the microphone and brings it up to announce the next match.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the Beach Blanket Brawl Deathmatch!

The fans come to life as the opening dialogue from "Triumph of the King Freak" by Rob Zombie blares across the arena and Jansen Myrrh's graphic appears on the tron.


Jansen Myrrh's name comes across the screen as her music continues to play. There’s no sign of the woman, however, as Roger Arden watches the curtain, waiting for her to appear before he announces her. “Triumph of the King Freak” continues to play on but there’s no sign of That Bitch anywhere.

Jim Reynolds: Well, where the hell is she?! She wanted this damn fight!

Nick Hanson: I have no clue, Jim. Folks, it appears as though Jansen Myrrh is--HOLY CRAP!!!

Jim Reynolds: WHOA SHIT!!!!

Both commentators exclaim as the plexiglass CRUEL SUMMER II display on one side of the curtain suddenly explodes outward with two figures crashing through. Fists flying, hands full of hair. Not a chick fight. Just a straight up street fight! It doesn’t take long for the amped up, excited crowd to realize it’s actually Jansen Myrrh and Yukiko Kusanagi!! They’ve apparently already started the match!!!

Nick Hanson: Well, there they are right there!!!

Jim Reynolds: Holy shit, man!!! I knew it was gonna be crazy but you gotta get to the ring first!!! Goddamn!!

Nick Hanson: Well, Yuki found Jansen!!! We see that much!!

Jim Reynolds: Haha, yeah, no shit!


Nick Hanson: There’s the bell! This match is underway!

Jansen Myrrh pops up from the floor, already with blood trickling from her nose. Yukiko Kusanagi gets about halfway up before Jansen grabs her by the hair and whips her into the barricade on the walkway. Kusanagi hits the barricade and writhes in pain. She’s still sporting bruises and cuts from her match against Nixie Caine in Slaughterhouse Wrestling but she’s evidently not going to let that stop her from getting a piece of Jansen Myrrh here tonight! Jansen yanks her head up by the hair and gives her a couple of hard right fists across the head and face, grunting and yelling with each one, leaving Yukiko to slump against the barricade.

Jansen Myrrh: I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS, BITCH!!!

Jansen snaps at the Demolition Angel as the crowd splits between her and Yukiko. Jansen turns to a fan on the other side of the walkway and holds her hand out.

Jansen Myrrh: Hey! Gimme your damn chair! Check this shit out.

The fan excitedly hands the chair to Jansen where she closes it and taps it on the barricade. She turns around towards Yukiko who just superkicks the chair right back in her face. The chair drops and Jansen leans back against the barricade. The pre-battered and bruised joshi rushes in and starts driving knees into the ribs and forearms to the jaw of Myrrh. Finally, she grabs a handful of red and blonde hair and pulls Jansen along towards the ring.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Ora!!! Doshita!!! Let’s go, you fucking cunt!

Nick Hanson: We uhh, apologize for the language, ladies and gentlemen.

Jim Reynolds: They’re beating the hell out of each other, Nicky! Look at Yuki, already!

Nick Hanson: Kusanagi successfully defended her Slaughterhouse Wrestling, American Horror Championship at Killer Surf just a week ago. She’s still showing signs from the beating she took at the hands of Nixie Caine but alas, here she is!

Yukiko throws Jansen into the ring and climbs up onto the apron. Jansen makes it up to her feet just as Yukiko comes in with a Springboard Missile Dropkick and takes her back down to the mat! Kusanagi gingerly rolls up to her feet and gives Myrrh a stiff Penalty Kick right to the spine. Myrrh yells out in pain, hissing through her teeth as Kusanagi gives her a second one, then a third one! She finally runs, hits the ropes and comes in with her signature Sliding Elbow Smash, hitting Jansen so hard, spit goes flying. She throws herself over That Bitch, insultingly pressing a forearm across her face as she goes for the cover. Priscilla Mayer drops down to make the count!


Yukiko comes up out of the cover, screaming in pain as it becomes apparent that Jansen’s found a mouthful of forearm and has clamped her teeth down. Yukiko gets free but grabs at her arm as Jansen makes it up to her feet. She grabs Yukiko by the hair and just violently yanks her down to the mat with a Hair Pull Slam! Meanwhile, her manager, Seo-hyung Kwon has made it to ringside just in time to see her client start putting the boots to the unhinged woman that’s been gunning for them both. Jansen drops down onto her knees and locks her hands around Yukiko’s throat, just outright choking the hell out of her.

Jansen Myrrh: You ain’t shit!!!! You hear me?! You ain’t fucking shit!!!

Yukiko swats at her with a hand and hits her in the face. Jansen retracts a bit but just hammers a forearm down across her jaw before getting up and wiping the blood from her nose from earlier. She turns to Kwon at ringside and motions her hand towards her.

Jansen Myrrh: Gimme something to kill this bitch with!

Nick Hanson: No disqualification, folks. This is all legal!

Jim Reynolds: Believe it or not, right?!

Kwon nods to Jansen and steps over to one of the beach blankets. She pulls it back to reveal…..KENDO STICKS! Kwon picks one up and shows it to Myrrh who nods and reaches for it. She pulls the stick through the ropes and gives it a test tap on the turnbuckle, mouthing to the crowd how she’s gonna “split this bitch’s fucking dome wide open.” She turns around and walks over to where Yukiko’s trying to get up to her feet. Jansen gives her a couple of rude nudges with the tip of the kendo stick before cocking it up for a big swing and WHAM!!

Nick Hanson: OHHHHH NOOOO!!!! A SHOT BELOW THE BELT BY KUSANAGI!!!!

Jim Reynolds: YOWZA!!!

Jansen cringes, dropping the kendo stick as she fights to not drop to her knees. Yukiko grabs the kendo stick and uses it like a cane to stand herself up before lifting it up and looking at it with a familiar, wild gleam in her eyes.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Tanoshimou!

She yells as she cocks the stick back and catches Jansen right over the head with the kendo stick. Jansen staggers back into the ropes but Yukiko stays on her, and wraps the stick up against her midsection once...twice...thrice...four times...over and over! Yukiko goes on an absolute tear, trying to bust some ribs and Jansen’s collarbone as she just keeps hitting her with the stick. Finally, she drops the stick, steps back, and runs in with a big clothesline that sends Jansen back over the ropes. Myrrh hits the ringside floor, clutching her midsection as she fights to get some air in her lungs. Inside the ring, Yukiko’s taking a moment to rest as she leans against the ropes across the other side of the ring. Kwon comes over to check on Jansen as she crawls over to a nearby beach blanket and starts pulling at it, trying to unveil what’s underneath.

Nick Hanson: Kusanagi trying to get a breather; Myrrh trying to literally get some air in those lungs!

Jim Reynolds: I got a feeling this is only gonna get worse, Nicky. What’s under that next blanket--ohhhhhhhhhh shiiiiiiiit!!!!

With Kwon’s help, Jansen unveils the contents underneath another blanket: barbed wire wrapped steel chairs! Jansen reaches for one as Kusanagi. Myrrh lifts her head to reveal that she’s been busted open by that kendo stick assault but her expression is one of pure rage. She looks over her shoulder just as Yukiko starts running across the ring to hit a Suicide Dive but the Demolition Angel winds up launching herself head first right into that barbed wire chair as Jansen swings for the fences!!


Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Yukiko drops violently into a messy ball on the floor, grabbing at her head. Jansen holds up the chair, yelling to the crowd. Yukiko starts crawling over to the barricade to try and get up but Jansen advances on her and presses the barbed wire chair against the side of her face for extra leverage, using her kneepad to push it against Yukiko’s face. Yukiko’s arms can be seen flailing, her legs kicking as she screams; the barbed wire digging into her flesh. When Jansen’s had enough, and only then, does she pull the chair away to reveal blood running down the side of Yuki’s face. She tosses the chair into the ring and motions to Kwon, then around to the blankets. Kwon nods as Jansen picks Yukiko up and throws her back into the ring. Jansen climbs back into the ring, picks Yukiko up again and delivers just a good old fashioned body slam onto the mat. She presses a foot down on her chest and throws the middle finger down at her while Priscilla Mayer reluctantly goes for the count on the unorthodox cover.


Jansen Myrrh: Well, you ballsy fucking bitch!

Jansen can be heard taunting as she drags Yukiko over to the ropes and sets her up with her head underneath the bottom rope. She grabs her legs and hits a Slingshot, causing Kusanagi’s throat to hit the ropes. The Demolition Angel grabs at her throat, coughing for air while That Bitch drags her all the way into the ring agan Yukiko starts rolling over onto her hands and knees and Jansen stomps down on her fingers, just adding insult to injury. Meanwhile, a quick cut of the camera shows Seo-hyung Kwon outside the ring, pulling back the blankets to unveil all of the weapons at ringside. It’s a hardcore, deathmatch lover’s heaven. More chairs, kendo sticks, a big tray of thumb tacks, light tubes - singled, bundled and stuck together into rafts, respectfully, based on what blanket they’re under. There’s also...glass panels?!

Jim Reynolds: Are those fucking sheets of glass, Nicky?!

Nick Hanson: They certainly look like it!! This is Cruel Summer after all!!

Jansen Myrrh picks Yukiko up inside the ring and hits her with a Snap Suplex before turning her attention to Kwon and leans through the ropes, reaching her hand out. Kwon goes to hand Jansen a bundle of light tubes but while Myrrh’s still leaning through the ropes, getting her hands on it, Yukiko staggers to her feet and runs in with a Shotgun Dropkick right to Jansen Myrrh’s rear end. With both other women holding onto the light tube bundle, Jansen’s momentum going forward winds up shoving Kwon back and the manager stumbles, landing ass first onto the giant tray of thumbtacks!! Kwon’s eyes go wide and her jaw drops as the pain takes a second to register. Jansen just stares at her manager for a moment, realizing what just happened as the Korean woman scrambles to her feet in a pained panic. Silver specks all over the ass of her skirt, Kwon shakes her hands as ringside security start to come to her aid.

Jim Reynolds: Ohhh that can’t feel good!

Nick Hanson: I gotta agree there, Jim! Ouch!

Jansen Myrrh finds her footing from being hung up on the middle rope as she watches her manager scurry off. She turns her head to look on the other side of her where Yukiko has stepped out onto the apron and runs in with her Draping Big Boot signature! Myrrh’s head snaps to the side and she slumps on the middle rope as Yukiko hops down to the floor. The first thing her eyes fall on are the light tubes and the crowd starts getting antsy for more violence! She picks up one light tube and, without hesitating, busts it right over Jansen Myrrh’s head!


Nick Hanson: OH!!!! A VICIOUS SHOT!!

Jansen’s head jerks as the light tube explodes over her head in a cloud of white dust! Yuki picks up another light tube and whacks that one right over Jansen’s head, as well!


Nick Hanson: OH!!! AND ANOTHER ONE!!

Jim Reynolds: GOOD FUCKING GOD!!

Jansen flails again and finally gets off of the middle rope, dropping back into the ring, holding her next. Yukiko has that signature wicked smile on her face now as she picks up the bundle of light tubes Kwon had earlier and slides it into the ring. She picks up another one and slides that into the ring. She looks down at the pallets of light tubes and gets an idea, grabbing the barricade and pulling it towards the ring more just enough, then sets up a double layer of light tube pallets as a sort of bridge between the barricade and the ring apron. Finally, Yukiko grabs a broken light tube half and slides back into the ring where Jansen’s getting up to her feet but she kicks Myrrh in the back of the leg to drop her to her knee, yanks her head back and starts dragging the broken light tube across her forehead. Myrrh shrieks out in agony as Yukiko relishes in the physical, bloody torture. It doesn’t take long for blood to start oozing down her face but Yukiko’s not finished as she sticks the jagged end of the glass into her cheek and twists!

Yukiko Kusanagi: Kiri, kiri, kiri, kiri, kiri, kiriiiiiiii!!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Nick Hanson: Ohhh that is SICK!!!

Jim Reynolds: I think I’m gonna be sick!!

Yukiko tosses the broken, bloody light tube aside and steps back, kicking Jansen square in the chest with a low Roundhouse Kick. Jansen falls back onto the mat, Yukiko hits the ropes and comes in with a Running Shooting Star Press!! She hooks the leg! Priscila Mayer drops down!


Yukiko sits up, growling with frustration and hits Jansen with a forearm before swinging a leg over to straddle the woman’s torso. She holds Jansen by the head and grins down at her, maliciously. The crowd reacts in disgust as Yukiko leans down, sticking her tongue out and liiiiiiicks the bloody side of Jansen’s face. Jansen’s arms flail, weaker than she has been as she tries to push Yukiko off but the Blood Angel finishes her trail as she comes up with a sick smile on her face.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Ahh!!!! Oishi!

Jim Reynolds: No! Not oishi!! Fucking gross!!

Nick Hanson: Good lord, indeed.

Yukiko fed Jansen a couple more shots with a forearm before standing up and moving to grab one of the light tube bundles she pushed into the ring. She sets it down beside Jansen and picks the woman’s limp body up, laying her over it, belly down. The crowd and commentary start to wonder just what the hell she’s up to now as she makes sure the bundle is underneath as much of Jansen’s body as possible before she moves to the top turnbuckle. The crowd’s anticipation grows as Yuki slowly starts climbing to the top until she’s perched up on the top like a gargoyle. She slowly stands up straight, raising her arms up and to the side.

Jim Reynolds: What’s she gonna do, Nicky?!

Nick Hanson: No way! Is she….? Shades of her Uncle!! Jubei Sanada!!!! The Angel’s gonna fly!!!

Yukiko springs off the top turnbuckle, coming down for a Frog Splash but Jansen Myrrh suddenly moves out of the way, rolling off of the light tube bundle and --


--Kusanagi lands right on the bundle, causing it to explode underneath her body. Yukiko thrashes and kicks her legs against the mat as she curls into a ball, yelling out in pain. Jansen Myrrh’s up on her feet again and picks her up, delivering her signature of three High Back Suplexes!! She makes sure the third one puts Yukiko right into the pile of busted light tubes again and hooks the leg for a cover!!


Nick Hanson: AND YUKIKO KUSANAGI IS STILL ALIVE!!!!

Yukiko just barely manages to kick out and Jansen is furious!! She gets up off of Yukiko where we can now see she’s bleeding from the chest and stomach as well as on her arms. Jansen slides out of the ring and grabs a couple of sheets of glass, sliding those into the ring. She adds in a couple of steel chairs. That Bloody Faced Bitch looks an absolute mess with blood pouring down her face and soaking her hair. What was blonde has now become soaked in red but it’s not slowing Jansen down too much. She slides back into the ring and sets out two chairs, laying two sheets of glass on top of them, making a sort of table before picking Yukiko up again. The crowd starts to anticipate something bad as she places Yukiko’s head between her legs and signals for the Myrrh Driver. She goes to lift Yuki up but Kusanagi widens her stance and sandbags her weight to stop her. Jansen drives a hammerfist down across Yukiko’s back to stagger her, then goes for the lift again but Yukiko kicks her legs, making it difficult. She slips her head out from under Jansen and hits her with a couple of forearms to the jaw. Jansen staggers and Yukiko hits the ropes, coming in behind her for perhaps a bulldog into the glass but Jansen spins around and pops Yukiko up into the air!! Kusanagi lands on Myrrh’s shoulders in a powerbomb position as Jansen turns with her towards the glass she’s set up. Yukiko throws repeated shots down at her bloodied face until she’s able to slip down to the mat again and as she does, she catches an arm around the back of Jansen’s head. Yukiko wastes no time, lifting Jansen up to put the woman’s legs around her waist. Yukiko lets out a blood curdling warcry as she just throws herself back!!!



Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: CRADLE DDT THROUGH THE GLASS!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: NOOO WAAAAAAY!!!!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT!!!! HO-LY SHIT!!!! HO-LY SHIT!!!! HO-LY SHIT!!!!!!

Yukiko pushes herself up, biting through the pain of having gone through some glass herself and poises herself as Jansen starts to defiantly try and get up onto her knees. Yukiko starts pumping her arms down, building that energy as Jansen makes it to her feet. She sluggishly turns towards her opponent.

Yukiko Kusanagi: KYAAAAAAAGH!!!!! JANSEEEEEENNN!!!!

Kusanagi spins around and catches Myrrh right across the face with her foot, sending a splash of blood flying off her face and out of her hair. Jansen Myrrh’s head snaps to the side as she drops to her knees and falls forward as if the very life has been knocked out of her and Yukiko rolls her onto her back for a cover!

Nick Hanson: STEEL FEATHER!!!

Jim Reynolds: IN-SANE NICKY!!!!


Yukiko rolls off of Jansen, covering her bloody face with her bloody hands to hide her anguish. She kicks and stomps her feet against the mat in a rage. She sits up, panting heavily as spittle and blood drip from her mouth. She looks beside her where Jansen Myrrh lays, her chest rising and falling heavily. Both women look like they’ve been doused in red as Yukiko pushes herself up to her feet. She grabs the other light tube bundle she brought in the ring and places it down in the center of the mat. Yukiko thinks for a second then opts to go out of the ring for something else as Jansen starts to show signs of life. Yukiko starts to fiendishly just start grabbing at anything that’s been laid out for them and tossing it around, looking for something that strikes her fancy when suddenly she stops. She looks down at her leg and almost seems to remember something. She reaches down and starts digging her fingers inside of her boot.

Nick Hanson: What is she….?

Jim Reynolds: Something in her boot, Nicky? I think…

Nick Hanson: Ohhhhhh myyyyyy!!

Jim Reynolds: Oh no not that!!

Yukiko pulls out and raises up a rusty metal spike from inside her boot like a trophy. She smiles up at it with a twisted maliciousness in her eyes.

Nick Hanson: Jim, that’s the spike from the steel cage match where she won the Demolition Title from Mr. Jinx in WWH’s Sanatorium!!

Jim Reynolds: That’s where she got her name! The Demolition Angel!

Nick Hanson: She brought her favorite toy to the party! Oh my god, folks! This could get uglier than it already is!

Yukiko turns back to the ring and climbs up onto the apron just as Jansen Myrrh makes it up to her feet and That Bitch comes running across the mat, driving her shoulder into Yukiko’s bloody midsection. Yukiko holds onto the rope though and as Jansen stands up and steps in, she goes to try and stab Jansen Myrrh with that spike! Jansen catches her by the wrist and the two struggle as the spike starts getting closer and closer to Jansen’s face. Just as the tip starts to dig into the side of her cheek, Jansen lets out a primal scream and thumbs Yukiko right in the eye! Yukiko drops the spike and rubs her eyes as Jansen steps out onto the apron with her. She socks Yukiko right in the jaw, causing her to sway but Yukiko comes back with a knife edged back hand chop.


Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOO!!

Jansen grabs at her chest, biting her bottom lip in pain before coming back with another hard right to Yukiko’s jaw. Yukiko grabs the top rope as she sways, almost falling down onto the light tube bridge she’d set up earlier. She regains herself, however, and catches Jansen with a superkick across the face, causing Jansen to lean back against the ropes.

Jim Reynolds: Someone’s about to have a bad day, Nicky!!

Nick Hanson: You might be right, Jim! I think they’re already having a bad day!!

Jim Reynolds: But it’s gonna get a lot worse!!

Jansen musters up the strength herself and fires back with a superkick to her own of Yukiko. Kusanagi teeters on the apron, holding onto the rope still but Jansen doesn’t let her catch herself this time. Instead, she kicks her in the midsection and pulls her head in between her legs, signaling for the end.

Nick Hanson: Oh no way! NO WAY! NO!!!!

Jansen Myrrh lifts Yukiko Kusanagi up into position and eyes the target point with a wild, bloody smile.

Jansen Myrrh:Go to Hell, you fucking BITCH!!!


The light tube bridge between the apron and barricade absolutely EXPLODES as Jansen jumps off and drives Yukiko head first through it with the MYRRH-DRIVER!!!! Glass and dust go flying everywhere as Yukiko and Jansen lie on a crumpled heap on the floor. Jansen rolls off of the sand as much as she can, hissing in pain as grains seep into the cuts on her body.

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Jim Reynolds: THAT WAS INSANE IS WHAT THAT WAS!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: A MYRRH-DRIVER THROUGH THE LIGHT TUBES!! THAT CAN’T FEEL GOOD AT ALL!!!!

Jansen Myrrh pulls herself up by the apron and goes for Yukiko Kusanagi again. She picks the woman up to her feet and throws her back into the ring. Myrrh crawls in behind her and pulls herself up on the ropes. Yukiko barely manages to make it up onto her hands knees with strands of blood dripping down from her before Jansen Myrrh picks her up again and sets her up once more.

Nick Hanson: Aw no! NO! What’s she doing now?! NO!

Jim Reynolds: You gotta be kidding me, Nicky!!!


A second Myrrh-Driver from Jansen Myrrh puts Yukiko Kusanagi through the bundle of light tubes she’d set in the middle of the ring earlier!!! More glass and dust explode out from underneath Myrrh and Kusanagi as the latter is driven down through the stack of fluorescent glass. Jansen lets Yukiko just fall to the mat out of her grip where the woman lies crumpled on her stomach. Myrrh pushes Kusanagi over onto her back and just lays back on top of her, staring up at the sky above. Priscilla Mayer pushes some glass and other dangerous junk out of the way before dropping down to the mat as Jansen raises up two middle fingers to the sky….


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall!! THAT BITCH...JANSEN...MYRRH!!!!!!!!

“The Triumph of King Freak” blasts through the speakers as Jansen Myrrh drops her arms and just lies there over her opponent like a grotesque pillow. Paramedics begin to rush towards the ring to check on the two as Jansen finally sits up and looks back at the unconscious Yukiko.

Nick Hanson: What an insane match that was, folks! I hope to God both of these women are alright!

Jim Reynolds: I hope they don’t die from blood loss! Look at that shit!!

Nick Hanson: We’re gonna take you away from here and let the paramedics do their thing, folks. We’ll be back to ringside shortly.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a Last Woman Standing Match, and it is for the NFW Silver Mountain Championship!

Nick Hanson: Here we go, folks!

Jim Reynolds: Behold!

Roger Arden: In this match, there are no disqualifications, no count outs, no submissions. The only way to win is to render your opponent unable to answer the count of ten by returning to their feet. And now, introducing the challenger…

The lights around the outside setup slowly fade out as the opening discordant note of “Cthulhu Awakes” by Apollon de Moura echoes through it. A wavering, pulsing, blue light highlights the entrance area. Standing at the top of the ramp is Milisandre Crowthorne. The hood of her stringy, patchwork coat is pulled up over her head. She pulled the hood back and looked ahead towards the ring. She slowly started to walk towards it, that eerie blue light following her.

Roger Arden: Making her way to the ring, at this time...weighing in at 132lbs...from Arkham, Massachusetts...she is The Antediluvian Queen...the Great Dreamer...MILISANDRE...CROWTHORNE!!

Nick Hanson: Milisandre Crowthorne earned this match by defeating the champion, Morgan Payne, just last week on Collosion.

Jim Reynolds: You mean she stole a victory with that rollup!

Nick Hanson: She calls it the Path of Hastur and it’s a very unique, impressive new maneuver, Jim.

She climbed up the ring steps and turned out to look at the crowd. She turns back towards the ring, no expression on her face. It was when she paused that the crowd began to get louder and riled up over something.

Jim Reynolds: You are so biased, Nicky.

Nick Hanson: I’m biased?! Said the pot to the kettle, Ji--hey wait a minute! Speaking of the champ! Here she comes high tailing it down to the ring! Wait a damn minute!

Sure enough, the cameras jumped to the entrance tunnel where Morgan Payne came sprinting down the walkway towards the ring like a woman on a mission; title hanging over her shoulder. As she reached ringside, while Milisandre stood on the apron, the grabbed the woman’s foot and yanked her down to the ground. Milisandre’s face bounced back off of the apron. Morgan let the belt slide down her arm and into her hand where, as Milisandre turned around, half stunned, the champion ran in and smashed her across the face with the center plate, sending the Dreamer down to the sandy padded floor.

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne just jumped Milisandre Crowthorne from behind and I think this match is gonna get underway! What a cheap tactic!

Jim Reynolds: I love it Nicky!

Nick Hanson: You would!

Morgan Payne: RING DA FUCKIN’ BELL!!!


With the match officially underway, Morgan Payne tossed the Silver Mountain Title into the ring where Referee Hiroki Tanaka quickly picked it up and moved it over to the timekeeper’s table while Morgan Payne threw off her entrance vest. From there she moved on Milisandre Crowthorne like a wolf on a wounded deer as the woman started pulling herself up on the apron, not even out of her own entrance cloak yet. Morgan spun her around, leaned her back against the ring and started throwing closed fists and Muay Thai elbows across her face. She clinched her up with her hands behind her head and started throwing knees into the midsection. When she’d had enough of that, she shoved Milisandre to the floor again. Morgan looms over the challenger, seething through her teeth with a wild look in her eyes.

Morgan Payne: Get up, bitch! You wanna fuckin’ fight me for this belt?! You’re gonna fight me how I fucking say!

Nick Hanson: They haven’t even made it into the ring yet and this is already turned all the way up!

Jim Reynolds: That’s the way I like it, Nicky!

As Milisandre pulls herself up on the barricade, Morgan pulls and yanks at her cloak to get it off and out of the way. She discards the garment to the side before turning Milisandre and leaning her back against the barricade the way she had her against the ring and resumes the violent shots. This time, it’s chops as she lays into Crowthorne’s chest with loud slaps. Crowthorne is still reeling from that apron bump and the shot with the belt so she really doesn’t fight back much. Just as it seems she’s starting to clear her head, Morgan grabs her by the hair and runs her head first into the ringpost. The referee moves into position to count as Milisandre pushes up onto her hands and knees but Morgan waves him off. She steps around and pulls Milisandre up to her feet, bent forward and lifts her up, showcasing a bit of her power side. To the shock of the crowd, Morgan turns and buckle bombs the Great Dreamer right into the edge of the apron. Milisandre flails and hits the ground, writhing in pain. Morgan steps back and snaps her fingers, motioning to the official.

Morgan Payne: Now, ya can fuckin’ count.

Nick Hanson: Oh how nice of the champion, letting the referee do what he was trying to do already!

Jim Reynolds: Will you calm down?! It’s a damn Last Woman Standing match. She’s doing what needs to be done!


Milisandre makes it up, as she pulls herself up on the barricade. Morgan gives a sly chuckle and grabs her by the hair, throwing her into the ring. Some of the crowd started getting behind Crowthorne, cheering for her to get up and fight back as Morgan reached underneath the ring and dug out a table. She slid that into the ring then tossed in a couple of chairs, making sure to make at least one bounce off Milisandre as she climbed to her feet on the ropes.

Morgan Payne: Nailed it!

Nick Hanson: Stay classy, champ…

Jim Reynolds: Oh, fuck you, Nicky!

Morgan climbs into the ring and grabs one of the chairs. She rams it into Milisandre’s rib cage, keeping her on her knees to give her some time as she wedges the chair into a corner of the ring. Once she has it set, she grabs Milisandre again and pulls her to the center of the ring. Morgan takes a running start, bringing her opponent with her as she goes to slam her into the chair but Milisandre catches herself with her hands on the ropes, stopping the attempt! The crowd cheers her and she throws her foot back, kicking Morgan between the legs!

Crowd: OHHH!

Jim Reynolds: Hey! C’mon, now!

Nick Hanson: No Disqualification, Jim!

Milisandre grabs Morgan by the hair and slams her face against the turnbuckle! Morgan staggers back a couple steps. Milisandre grabs the top ropes in the corner and springs up, landing her feet on Morgan’s shoulders and locks them around her head. In one swift motion, she lets go of the ropes with her hands and rolls herself, yanking Morgan forward, causing the champion’s head to go smashing right into the very chair she’d wedged into the corner! The crowd pops louder as Morgan slumps to the mat and Milisandre hastily pulls herself up, waving for the ref to start counting!

Nick Hanson: Payne’s down! The champ is down!

Jim Reynolds: Oh no!


Morgan manages to pull herself up to her feet, leaning into the ropes with a hand on her head as Milisandre regains her composure. She doesn’t waste too much time, however, as she moves in on Morgan and presses her back into the corner, starting to return some of those stiff right hands she was given earlier.

Nick Hanson: Great Dreamer telling the champ, here you can have these back!

Jim Reynolds: She’s taken worse. C’mon, champ!

Milisandre even switches to throwing some nasty elbow strikes to Morgan before she pulls her out of the corner and positions them around with the turnbuckles behind her. She grabs Morgan under the legs and over the shoulder, delivering a sick Exploder Suplex right into the turnbuckles! Morgan slumps down to the floor but rolls to the outside, leaning forward against the apron. Milisandre rolls out with her and stays on the offensive, starting to ram Morgan’s face into the apron and the barricade. She evan Irish Whips her into the ringpost, causing Morgan’s head to bounce off and the woman stumbles down to one knee. She’s not quite down though so Milisandre contemplates for a second and grabs one of the chairs from inside the ring and pursues Morgan as the woman stumbles around the outside. Milisandre looks at the chair for a second, thinking what she wants to do with it before she runs in and just yeets the goddamn thing--

Nick Hanson: Watch out! We got flying furniture! OH NO!!!!

Jim Reynolds: HELLO!

--but Morgan grabs a nearby security guard and yanks him right in the way and the chair smashes right into his face! The guard goes down and Milisandre takes just a second too long to register what happened, giving Morgan an opening to superkick her in the midsection. Milisandre doubles over, Morgan grabs her and drives her knee up into her face for F.Y.F!!! Milisandre stumbles back but Morgan grabs her and spins her around into position and lets out a guttural yell as she jacks her up for a Saito Suplex right onto the outside padding! Morgan sits up, reeling in pain herself but motions for the ref to start counting as she starts getting up to her feet.


Milisandre gets her feet grounded while she’s doubled over but it’s good enough for Referee Tanaka to call it being back to her feet! Morgan slams her fist on the apron, getting frustrated.

Morgan Payne: Why don’chu fuckin’ stay dahn, huh?! STAY DAHN!!!

Morgan grabs Milisandre and goes for what looks like Death Punch Therapy but Milisandre catches her wrist and comes back with a European Uppercut. Morgan staggers but as Milisandre comes in for a follow up, the McKeesport Mauler rocks her with a Sok Klap (Muay Thai Spinning Elbow)!! Milisandre starts to stagger back but Morgan grabs her and throws her back into the ring. She wastes no time in crawling in and going for that table she slid in earlier. Morgan sets it up before walking over to put the boots and forearms to her opponent before pulling Milisandre to her feet, setting her up for another powerbomb.

Nick Hanson: Oh no!

Jim Reynolds: Oh yes!

Nick Hanson: Ohhh no!

Jim Reynolds: Ohhhhh yaaaaassss!!!!

Nick Hanson: This could be the blow Morgan needs to deal to retain the title! Powerbom--OH!

As Morgan goes for the Powerbomb, though, she starts lifting Mlisandre up and the Antediluvian Queen boxes the woman’s ears with her feet, causing her grip to slip. Milisandre stands up as Morgan holds her ears and shakes her head. She sees the challenger staring at her and furiously goes for a Te Tat (Muay Thai Roundhouse Kick) but Milisandre catches the leg! Her other hand locks around Morgan’s throat as the Cthulhu Priestess’ eyes go wide and she turns their position as the crowd starts popping for her again. Milisandre releases Morgan’s throat and wraps that arm around her, delivering a big Captured Suplex, sending Payne up and over RIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING TABLE!!

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!!

Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT!!!

Crowd: THIS IS WRESTLING!! THIS IS WRESTLING!! THIS IS WRESTLING!! THIS IS WRESTLING!!

Milisandre makes it up onto her knees and motions with an open hand to the referee, almost as if to say “if it please you, kind sir” to make the count. The referee obliges!


Morgan starts stirring so Milisandre climbs outside of the ring and starts going underneath the ring for more.


Morgan grabs the other chair in the ring and uses it to start helping herself up but Milisandre sees this and disregards what she’s looking for and climbs back up onto the apron.


Milisandre’s up on the apron now as Morgan plants both feet on the mat and stands up. The crowd’s in a constant din of chatter over how this match is going with back and forth shouts in favor and against both women. Morgan sees Milisandre up on the apron and glares at her with a hate fueled rage, coming at her with the chair. She swings it down but Milisandre leans back, holding onto the ropes with a wide grip. The chair bounces off the ropes right between them and right back into Morgan’s face. The Daughter of Steel City stumbles back, dazed from the shot as Milisandre starts stepping back in through the ropes. Morgan manages to clear the stars however and turns back towards her opponent, whipping the chair like a fucking discus right at her. The edge of the chair nails Milisandre right in the side of the head and sends her tumbling down to the ringside padding. Morgan catches herself on the ropes to stay standing and sees an opportunity so she drops and rolls out to the ring with Milisandre.

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne just threw that chair and nailed Milisandre in the head! She might be out!

Jim Reynolds: What the hell is she doing now?

Morgan drops to the floor and immediately grabs the padding, pulling a section apart and folds it over Milisandre. The Silver Mountain Champion starts to literally roll the challenger across the sand, rolling her up in the padding itself!

Jim Reynolds: What the fu--?!

Nick Hanson: What in the world?! She’s rolling Milisandre up in the floor padding!!!

Jim Reynolds: Genius!!! Fucking genius!!!

Morgan gets Milisandre all rolled up and yells for Referee Hiroki Tanaka to come outside the ring, pointing at her “work” and screaming at him to start counting!


Milisandre struggles inside of the trap she’s been caught up in. Her legs visibly kicking and writhing as she tries to get free!

Nick Hanson: Milisandre’s all caught up in that padding! She’s got nowhere to go!

Jim Reynolds: AAAAAGGGGHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I FUCKING LOVE IT!!!! BEHOLD, BITCHES!!


Nick Hanson: I gotta hand it to the champ! Rules of the match applied, this is not a bad move!

Jim Reynolds: Morgan Payne is a goddamn genius, Nicky!!!

Milisandre continues to wiggle and squirm, starting to get into a position where she can crawl backwards on her knees out of the rolled up mat!


Milisandre’s out of the padding now and grabs onto the barricade, pulling herself up until her feet are planted right before Referee Tanaka calls for the Ten! He slaps his hands together over his head and points to Milisandre’s feet. She’s up! This match is still going on! Morgan slaps the apron again and yells at the ref with an audible “OH, C’MON!!!” but the fans are starting to get behind Milisandre more due to her resilience. Morgan’s getting pissed now as she grabs a chair from under the ring and runs in, letting Milisandre have it right in the ribs a couple times. She doesn’t let the referee start counting yet, however. Instead, she unfolds the chair and plants it right down in the sand. She grabs Milisandre again and sets her down in it where she grabs her by the sides of the head and gets right in her face.

Morgan Payne: You ain’t winnin’ dis fight!!! You ain’t winnin’ dis fuckin’ fight!!! Dis is my fuckin’ title!! I’m da ACE o’dis fuckin’ company!!!

Nick Hanson: Champ talking some trash to the challenger as she gets a little frustrated!

Jim Reynolds: The Ace is talking some sense, Nicky!

Morgan tugs back on Milisandre’s hair to tilt her chin up and clobbers her with a forearm. Milisandre slumps forward but Morgan leans her back in the chair and turns away, starting to walk down towards the opposite end of ringside. She lunges at the camera, telling the cameraman to get the fuck out of her way. She turns back to where Milisandre is sitting in the chair, trying to regather herself. Morgan brings up her hands in a frame, lining up the shot. She plays around a bit, as if making sure she’s got it just right.

Morgan Payne: I’MMA KICK YA STUPID FUCKIN’ FACE OFF!!

Nick Hanson: This is one hell of a damn match we’re seeing here, folks! Milisandre Crowthorne! Morgan Payne! The Silver Mountain Championship on the line! And now, the Steel City Kaiju is looking to put a real hurting on the Priestess of the Ancient One!

Jim Reynolds: Go Go Morgana!!

Dropping her hands, Morgan slapped the side of her thigh and got The Kingdom fans in the crowd clapping with the rhythm. Someone in the front row yells--

Fan: TASTES LIKE A TIMBALAND BOOT, BITCH!!

--as Morgan goes running full speed at Milisandre! She starts to audibly build up a battle cry as she gets closer and closer, but just as she reaches the point where her foot’s about to come up, Milisandre springs to life, grabbing the seat of the chair down between her legs. In one swift move, she stands up and pulls the chair through, whipping it up and out at her incoming adversary and the unfolded chair goes flying and SMACKS Morgan right in the face!!!! Morgan hits the ground, right in the sand as the crowd reacts--

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: CALL IT AN ACT OF DESPERATION!! CALL IT LYING IN WAIT!!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!

Jim Reynolds: IT WAS NOT!! SHE JUST THREW A CHAIR IN THE CHAMPION’S FACE!!

--and the champion is down!! Her hands over her face as Milisandre stumbles to the side, leaning against the ringpost. Referee Hirata moves in to check on Morgan to see if she’s down enough for a count but before he can finish, Milisandre steps in and shoves him aside, pulling Morgan up by her hair. She moves Morgan into position, motioning for ringside crew to move before taking her arm and Irish Whips her a hard as she can, sending Morgan slamming into the barricade. A quick zoom in shows that Morgan is busted open with blood running down her face. Milisandre pushes up from a knee and goes to pick Morgan up again. She walks her down the adjacent side of ringside and Irish Whips her again into the barricade on that side! Morgan reels from the impact as her arms hang over the edge to keep herself up. Milisandre steps in and takes advantage of the positioning to lay in a couple of chops to Morgan’s chest before pulling her off and walking her down the next side of the ring. Once more, she takes Morgan by the arm and whips her with everything she’s got, sending her into the third barricade! She picks her up again and, once more, a big Irish Whip sends her into the fourth barricade!

Nick Hanson: Milisandre Crowthorne is not stopping!

Jim Reynolds: She gonna go for a full lap?!

Nick Hanson: May as well!! Complete the cycle!

Milisandre walks Morgan into position for a final whip into the barricade to complete that lap and sends her at it with another big Irish Whip but her foot slips on the ringside padding, preventing her from getting full force behind her throw! Morgan catches herself on the barricade with her hands, laughing through the pain but doesn’t see the crowd starting to back up because they notice Milisandre getting to her feet and starting to come charging in! Morgan turns around, right into a big Lou Thesz Press from Milisandre Crowthorne and the barricade gives away from the weight of both woman slamming into it! Morgan goes down and Milisandre starts raining punches down upon her bloodied face! The standing crowd cheers her on as the blows keep coming and coming until she stands up, panting for air and throws her arms out in her prayer pose as the weather begins to shift and the darkened sky darkens even more with clouds.

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne tried to turn things around but Milisandre Crowthorne will not have it!

Jim Reynolds: What is this woman made of, Nicky?!

The referee starts to count again, but Milisandre waves him off and pulls Morgan to her feet. She walks the battered champion back to the ring and rolls her inside before collapsing to a knee. Only for a second, however, before she gets up and crawls in. Ahead of her, Morgan’s got that chair from inside the ring again and uses it to push up to her feet. She hears Milisandre running up behind her and whips around for a big swing--

Nick Hanson: Look out! Morgan with that chair!

--and a miss as Milisandre ducks underneath the chair, hits the ropes and comes running back at Morgan again! This time she jumps up and hits a crossbody on Morgan, sandwiching the chair in between them both! Morgan clutches her chest as does Milisandre while she rolls away and thrashes around on the mat, but she rolls out to ringside to get her footing while Morgan lays on the mat and Referee Tanaka begins to count!


Morgan rolls onto her stomach and starts crawling towards the closest set of ropes. Milisandre watches her from ringside, shaking her head while she takes a breath and starts pulling out a table from underneath the ring again, setting it up.


Morgan grabs the ropes and starts to desperately pull herself up to her feet. Milisandre shakes her head and crawls on her belly inside the ring, creeping up to her feet. She doesn’t go after Morgan, however, but starts setting up that chair, unfolding it and placing it in the center of the ring.


Morgan just barely makes it up to her feet on the ropes. Close enough for government work, says Referee Hiroki Tanaka and he lets the match continue! Milisandre moves in on Morgan and grabs her by the arm. She whips her into the ropes and catches her, snatching her up off of the mat, looking for a Spinebuster but Morgan slips free! She grabs Milisandre by the hair and drives her face down into the seat of the chair! Milisandre pops back up straight but is wavering. Morgan hits the ropes! Comes back! RUNNING LEG LARIAT INTO THE FUCKING CHAIR!!!! Milisandre’s head snaps up and she flops to the mat! Morgan rolls off to the side, holding her knee and starts slapping her kneepad. The referee sees both women down and starts to count again!


Nick Hanson: These women are both down, Jim! I don’t know if either will make it up!

Jim Reynolds: Morgan might have hurt her leg with that move!

Nick Hanson: Aw, you may be right. I sincerely hope not, and I think Milisandre is bust--yes, she’s got blood coming from her mouth! No doubt from that maneuver just now!


Nick Hanson: Wait, no! Morgan’s up! She’s up!

Jim Reynolds: Yay, Morgan! Stay down, you Octo-bitch!

Morgan has made it up to her feet and leans back in the corner of the ring, letting the ropes support her. Milisandre is just now pulling herself up on the ropes--


--and finds her way onto both feet just at the last second! Morgan shakes her head, spitting to the mat in exhaustion and perhaps from sand in her mouth as she pushes out of the corner. She grabs up the steel chair, snaps it shut loudly and slams it onto the mat, right in the center! Milisandre apparently hears this and pushes off of the ropes. She comes around for a discus clothesline but Morgan gives her the juke! The champion picks the challenger up with her back laid across her shoulders, roaring out to give herself some extra oomph!

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute!!! Morgan’s got Milisandre up! She’s got her up!

Jim Reynolds: Yes! Yes!!!

Morgan spins around once to get into proper position before DRILLING Milisandre down onto the chair on her neck and shoulders just as a clap of thunder rolls through the air!!!!

Jim Reynolds: DAHNTAHN AFTER DAHK!!!!!! DOWN...TOWN...AFTER...FUCKING...DARK!!!!

Nick Hanson: THAT’S IT!!!! THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!!!

Morgan staggers up to her feet and grabs the referee, shoving him towards Milisandre. The Great Dreamer is sprawled out on her back, flat in the middle of the ring. She is completely motionless as Morgan staggers back into the ropes, raising her fists up in a pre-celebration as a light drizzle of rain begins to fall from the sky. She even starts to laugh as she extends two middle fingers at her fallen opponent.


Nick Hanson: Milisandre Crowthorne...is...OUT!!!! She is not moving!!!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, how about this weather, Nicky?!


Nick Hanson: We’re getting a little bit of a drizzle here, folks. Nothing too serious! The show must go on!

Jim Reynolds: The show might go on, but this match is over!!!


No, it’s not over because MILISANDRE CROWTHORNE SUDDENLY SITS RIGHT UP!!!!!

Crowd: WHHOOOOAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: & Jim Reynolds: WHAT?!!

Morgan leans back in the corner with her middle fingers still out, her jaw slowly dropping and her eyes slowly widening to the side of saucers. Milisandre sits right up, staring ahead as her sudden revival has even taken the referee off guard to the point he’s stopped counting!

Nick Hanson: Do my eyes deceive me, Jim Reynolds or did I just see what I thought I just saw?!

Jim Reynolds: I saw it too, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Milisandre Crowthorne, ladies and gentlemen, if you stepped away and are coming back, just sat straight up out of nowhere!! It’s like a new life has been struck into her!

Jim Reynolds: The ref stopped counting! Keep counting!!! She’s not on her feet yet!

Nick Hanson: Call me a little superstitious, Jim Reynolds, but it’s as if her prayers to he of whom she calls the Ancient One have been answered! Calling upon the power of her God!

Jim Reynolds: Keep counting, Hiroki! You idiot!

Before the count can resume, though, Milisandre gets back to her feet almost as if a second wind has been pumped into her. Morgan’s shock and horror turns to boiling rage and she lets out a guttural shout as she rushes out of the corner. Morgan jumps and throws out her knee!!

Nick Hanson: Here comes Morgan again!!! KHAO LOI--NO!!!!

Milisandre steps aside, evading that deadly Muay Thai Flying Knee. Morgan’s feet touch the mat again and she goes right for a Back Elbow Smash but Milisandre captures her arm and twists her up! The Great Dreamer takes but a second to throw her arm out and let out a battlecry of her own before SPIKING Morgan’s neck and shoulders into the same chair she was driven onto!

Nick Hanson: PATH OF HASTUR!!!! PATH OF HASTUR!!! ON THE CHAIR!!!!

Jim Reynolds: NO NO NO NO!!!!! NO WAY, MAN!!!!

Nick Hanson: YES WAY, MAN!!! GAME OVER, MAN!!! GAME OVER!!

Milisandre stumbles up and back into the ropes, throwing out her arms and leaning her head back as she welcomes the cool rain trickling down. Morgan is down on the mat, clutching her neck, on her side but otherwise not moving. Referee Tanaka starts the count!


Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne might not get up after that, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: I can’t believe Milisandre got up after Morgan spiked her on that chair!!!! I can’t believe she spiked Morgan on that chair!!!


Morgan’s made it onto her stomach now and begins to crawl over towards the ropes! She reaches them and starts to pull herself up as Milisandre, now, is the one watching in utter aggravation.


But before the referee can reach the count of Ten, Milisandre steps over and yanks Morgan up to her feet and back into her where she throws an arm around her throat, locking on a Rear Naked Choke! Morgan grabs at her arm, also reaches for her hand on her forehead to try and get a pressure point in but Milisandre adjusts her hand and presses against the back of Morgan’s head, applying more pressure on her airway. Morgan tries fruitlessly to throw elbows or stomp on Milisandre’s feet but the challenger maneuvers her feet out of the way, literally controlling Morgan around the ring.

Nick Hanson: Milisandre Crowthorne with that chokehold! She’s gonna put Morgan Payne to sleep! She’s gonna choke her out for the Silver Mountain Championship!!!

Jim Reynolds: No way, c’mon Morgan!!!!

Crowd: LET’S GO CROWTHORNE!

Crowd: LET’S GO PAYNE!

Crowd: LET’S GO CROWTHORNE!

Crowd: LET’S GO PAYNE!

Crowd: LET’S GO CROWTHORNE!

Crowd: LET’S GO PAYNE!

Morgan looks like she’s starting to fade as she reaches for the ropes, the turnbuckle, anything she can grab onto. Her legs start to give way but she fights it and starts dragging her and Milisandre both towards the nearest turnbuckle. Milisandre plants her feet, refusing to let Morgan take control of the movement but Morgan suddenly throws her butt back into Milisandre, essentially doubling herself over and forcing Milisandre up onto her back, feet off the mat as she staggers towards the turnbuckle. Morgan grabs onto the ropes and, to the confusion of the crowd, starts to climb.

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne and Milisandre Crowthorne! The champion and the challenger! Fighting with everything they’ve both got to walk out of her with the championship!

Jim Reynolds: What in the world is Morgan doing, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: She’s got Milisandre up on her back, Jim, it’s like...she’s carrying her up the turnbuckle! What is she doing?!

Jim Reynolds: Don’t fall!

With Milisandre Crowthorne up on her back much like a piggyback ride, Morgan Payne slowly, carefully climbs her way up to the top turnbuckle. Even Milisandre isn’t sure what her opponent is doing or if she even likes where it’s going. She keeps that Rear Naked Choke on as much as she can as Morgan makes it to the top, looks down at ringside--

Nick Hanson: Aw, no. AW, NO!!! SHE’S NOT GONNA!!

Jim Reynolds: NOOOO, DON’T YOU DO IT, MORGAN!!!!! THINK ABOUT THIS!!

--and throws herself off of the top of the turnbuckle!! Morgan and Milisandre plummet down to ringside as Morgan executes a sloppy looking Senton Sault and both women go CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE MILISANDRE SET UP EARLIER!!!!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: YOU’VE...GOT...TO BE...KIDDING ME!!!!

Jim Reynolds: I’M ALMOST SPEECHLESS, NICKY!!!

The table has exploded out from underneath the two and both women lay there on their backs, completely out of it. Milisandre lays sprawled out with Morgan laid back on top of her; both women are unconscious, it seems. Referee Hiroki Tanaka slides out of the ring to assess the damage before starting to count.


Jim Reynolds: They’re not moving, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Neither woman is budging, folks! That was one hell of a damn landing! We have to see that again!!

An instant replay rolls, recapping the landing through the table at a different angle. It can now be seen that Milisandre’s head bounced off the edge of the table, causing her forehead to slam right into the back of Morgan’s head right at the base of the skull and the neck as they went down.


Jim Reynolds: They’re out, man. They are fucking OUT!!

Nick Hanson: We might wanna get some medical aid down here. That looked pretty bad at that angle!


Nick Hanson: And that’s it!


Nick Hanson: That is IT!!

Referee Hiroki Tanaka hurries over to Roger Arden and quickly conveys something to which the ring announcer brings up the microphone.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen! Referee Hiroki Tanaka has informed me that since neither competitor has answered the ten count, that this match is being declared a draw! However! As a result, since the title cannot change hands on such an occasion...I give you...STILL...the NFW Silver Mountain Champion...MORGAN….PAYNE!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: THAT’S WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKING ABOUT, BABY!!! BEHOLD!!!!!

Nick Hanson: Probably not the way she wanted to retain but there you have it, folks! My god.

“Step Aside” by Divide The Day plays from the speakers as Referee Tanaka retrieves the Silver Mountain Championship and brings it back over to where Morgan and Milisandre are just starting to stir. EMTs have already come rushing down to the ring to check on them both as they help them sit up. They both seem completely out of it as Tanaka places the title in Morgan’s lap and relays to her what has happened. He then goes over to Milisandre and relays the same news to her. EMTs start helping Morgan to her feet, trying to get her on a stretcher but she shoves it away and leans into one of the responders, using them to gingerly walk her way towards the stage. Milisandre is offered a neck brace but simply pulls it off and tosses it aside before she too is helped up. She pushes the EMTs away and leans back against the apron, watching the cloudy sky. She steps away from the apron and stumbles forward, falling to one knee and looks up towards the stage just as Morgan reaches it just as Lluvia Cane and Stephanie Kenyon of The Kingdom come out to relieve the EMT carrying Morgan. The Silver Mountain Champion hangs her arms around their necks and shares an intense, silent staredown with Milisandre Crowthorne.

Nick Hanson: What a match, folks! What...A...Match!!!

Jim Reynolds: Check out that staredown, Nicky! Is that a sign of respect?

Nick Hanson: Ohhhh, I think it’s more than that, Jim. I think they’re both agreeing on something and that’s that this, between them, isn’t over!

Jim Reynolds: They almost killed each other tonight!

Nick Hanson: Almost, Jim. Almost. But they’re both still standing….