NFW Wrestling #34 - San Antonio, TX! 04/01/2019!

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

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

- Under a golden hued filter, Marissa Payne stands beside Morgan Payne, with an arm around her shoulders, squeezing supprtingly as she cracks a small smirk into the camera. Next to her, Morgan's sweaty face and dripping hair stares back firmly with defiant, determination, holding the Women's TV Championship up beside her for the camera to see. She nods, tapping the center plate with a finger.

- Among the Renegades, Tyler Grey holds the Jr. Heavyweight Championship proudly on his shoulder with a scowl at the camera. Serena Frost poses in a black, leather chair, sitting sideways with her legs over one of the arms. Julian Morrison sits to the side of Serena while Tyson Law stands beside Tyler in the back, flipping the middle finger but pointing it down as he sneers arrogantly at the camera.

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

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

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



The camera switches to the inside of the AT&T Center as the pyro goes off, illuminating the NFW banner over the stage. The camera sweeps across the energetic audience. The camera catches several fans jumping excitedly in anticipation for the show, holding up various signs.

I CALLED OUT SICK FOR THIS!

BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!

MY WIFE DOESN'T KNOW I'M HERE!

MARRY ME LARA BLACK<3!!

CFT GIVE ME MONEY!!

SHELLEY SILVER PLEASE KICK MY ASS!!

HEY DICK LEMME SEE UR RICK!!

All while this is going on, the fans chants fill the arena, almost drowning out the music.

NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!



Finally, the camera switches shots to show the commentary team of James Reynolds and Nick Hanson. Matt Klazzic is absent this evening, as he will be competing in the ring, toight. Nick Hanson wears a suit and sits up properly in his seat. James Reynolds, as usual, just doesn't give a fuck. Kicked back with his feet up on the table, wearing black jeans, a Metallica t-shirt, his leather jacket and sunglasses, he sips tea from a clear Starbucks cup.

HANSON
"Good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are LIVE at the AT&T center here in beautiful San Antonio, Texas!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, last time we were here, it was hot as dogshit!"

HANSON
"A lot better weather, this time around, definitely. But you know what's gonna be hot today?"

REYNOLDS
"Sex & Violence? They're always hot."

HANSON
"No...I was gonna say the action tonight."

REYNOLDS
"I wouldn't mind some hot action with either of those little minxs. Wait a second, you don't think they're hot, Nicky?"

HANSON
"I didn't say that."

REYNOLDS
"I said they were hot, and you said no!"

HANSON
"I did not!"

REYNOLDS
"You did, too!"

HANSON
"That's not what I meant, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"So you do think their hot? You know Futura Soli'll kick your sorry ass if you hit on her girlfriend."

HANSON
"I am not hitting on her girlfriend! Will you stop instigating?!"

REYNOLDS
"Hahahahaha! I'm fucking with you, Nicky! Go ahead and run down the card!"

HANSON
"I will! Jeez. Asshole."

REYNOLDS
"What did you call me?"

HANSON
"So, tonight, folks, we've got the Ragman, Jag'hatai D'habi in action against Rocky Romero. We saw him take on the Dominion of Pain's Darius Crowley last week. It ended in a twenty minute draw; a twenty-minute-draw folks! Both of these men are still undefeated. Now, granted this was only Crowley's second match in NFW, but Jag'hatai D'habi has defeated four other opponents in a row and he's done it with style but he hit a wall with Darius Crowley, whom by the way said that they were not finished. We'll have to see where this developing rivalry takes them."

REYNOLDS
"Nicky."

HANSON
"Also, folks, returning to action! Ryan Steele! He now calls himself The Reckless One! He'll be returning to action agains SBS' Yuka Hirata!"

REYNOLDS
I'm kinda torn, to be honest. Steele's been talking shit on the Dominion. My props go to him but you know Yuka's my main chick. Gonna be tough to pick who to root for here."

HANSON
"Well, it's definitely a turn from how we usually do things. NFW's never really delved into intergender singles matches before. We saw it once before when Shelley Silver challenged and defeated Clarence Townsend--"

REYNOLDS
"Clarence FLETCHER Townsend, Nicky!"

HANSON
(rolling his eyes as he continues)
"Excuse me. My most sincere apologies. Not really. Moving on."

REYNOLDS
"Nicky, hold up a sec."

HANSON
"Next, after that, the young up and comer Mary Williams will take on Victoria Townsend in her second professional contest. She put on one hell of a showing last week against Trina Tanaka AND she picked up the win on top of it! I see a bright future ahead of her in this business!"

REYNOLDS
"Nicky."

HANSON
"We've also got Matt Klazzic going one on one against, Death Incarnate. The Harbinger of the Apocalypse. Yes, I'm talking about DOOMSDAY! They had a little altercation last week during Doomsday's match with Aki. They're gonna settle it tonight."

REYNOLDS
"Matt asked for a match with that motherfucker?!"

HANSON
"No, Doomsday went to Steven Brody about it."

REYNOLDS
"Welp. Matt's dead. Bye Matt! Say, Nicky, tell me something...."

HANSON
"After that, we've got tag team action folks! Nostalgia Ultra will take on SBS members Masami Nishikiyama and Kayako Kazama. Both teams are relatively fresh to NFW. TyAnna and Futura of Nostalgia Ultra have had a little better luck since debuting but SBS refuses to let their losses get their spirits down. Let's see if they can turn things around, tonight."

REYNOLDS
"Nicky."

HANSON
"Then we've got our Television Title matches. Our new Women's TV Champion, Morgan Payne, will attempt her first defense against the GWN's Kennedy Campbell."

REYNOLDS
"Nicky!"

HANSON
"Then we'll see Chris Wolfe defending his TV Championship against Pentagon Jr!"

REYNOLDS
"NICKY!!"

HANSON
"WHAT?!"

Nick Hanson jerks around to the side to face James Reynolds.

HANSON
"What what what?! What do you want?! You told me to run down the card. I'm running down the card. What do you want now?!"

REYNOLDS
"You called me an asshole!"

HANSON
"What?"

REYNOLDS
"Just a couple minutes ago, you called me an asshole!"

HANSON
"And? If the shoe fits, right? Anyway folks, moving onto our main event!"

REYNOLDS
"Excuse me?!"

HANSON
"Tonight is finally the night, folks. We're gonna see the singles match that everyone has been waiting for, for weeks now! Adrianna Salvatore...the Queen of Anarchy...will take on the self-proclaimed new Dr. Feelgood, Lara Blackheart, leader of Sex & Violence and heir to the Dominion of Pain! This is a match that's been a long time coming ever since Sex & Violence formed and hospitalized Adrianna's friend, her stablemate in The Unwanted, Mia Hayashi. There's been lots of backlash since that night! Shelley Silver - our Silver Mountain Champion - she's gotten involved. She and Adrianna were unsuccessful in defeating Nostalgia Ultra in their debut. Adrianna was unsuccessful in simply preventing Lara from winning the Money In The Bank Ladder match at March Misery. The road to vengeance hasn't been a smooth one for Adrianna Salvatore, however! Her Unwanted stable mates, Jay White and Adam Cole were victorious, last week, against Judas Lasher and Ethan Skinner from the Dominion of Pain. As we know, we'll be seeing those four gentlemen meet again at Gang Warfare in a Hell In A Cell match. Anything goes. However! They'll both have to add two more members to their teams because it's gonna be an eight man tornado rules tag match! Lasher and Skinner have Buzzsaw and Darius Crowley to bring into the fray. White and Cole? They've gotta find two more partners."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, Erin Mercer went on Twitter and told Commissioner Steven Brody to book the match. She said she and Alex Brody had everything covered. What the hell does that mean? Anyway, what do you mean 'if the shoe fits' Nicky?"

HANSON
"We'll have to find out whenever Erin and Alex reveal what they have planned! So, then, folks! Let's go ahead and get the show started and get ready for tonight's matches! And you know exactly what I mean, Jim. If the 'Asshole' shoe fits, lace that baby up and wear it."

REYNOLDS
"Hey, lemme tell you something, Nicky! FU---"

The camera cuts away from ringside to....

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A photo montage plays across the screen, every photo has a smiling Jag’hatai D’habi and an ever effervescent and beautiful Lady Elizavetta Von Dutch. The pictures scroll by, The Witte Museum, San Antonio Botanical Garden, Brackenridge Park, Tower of Americas, The Zoo, and of course who can forget The Alamo. All hot spots in the area, all of them filled with adoring fans, always wanting to take pictures with the man who is turning the N*FW around. Noticing the camera, Elizavetta sends Jag’hatai away for a spell and she turns and is looking a bit serious, for the briefest of seconds, clearing her throat while pulling out a piece of paper and her smile quickly returns. She begins to read.

“Good afternoon everyone is TV Land, and we want to thank you all, once again for letting The “Ragman” and I into your home once again. Truly. I have been instructed to read the words as expressively as possibly, for they are penned directly by the man himself, Jag’hatai D’habi. “

She turns and looks at him with admiration while he talks with N*FW fans at The Alamo about his up and coming match with Rocky Romero. He looks up at her and smiles briefly and goes back to his conversation.

“As of this writing, I want you to all know that this week, just like all the weeks past, my focus, time and again has been looking for the best warrior to test my skills against. I first test their mettle, their might and main by seeing if their are willing to accept my handshake. One has. A man, who at first we thought was going to try and make a name for himself at our expense. That man is Darius Crowley. One thing you said was right, we are not done sir, not at all. Changing direction, something that is necessary in this business, to focus on Rocky Romero. Head honcho of Roppongi 3K. We’ve beaten Sho. We’ve beaten Yoh. Now the leader wants to don his boots, in attempt to gain some retribution for his name, his stable, their collective legacy. All shall be for naught however. This warrior will fail our first test, and our last. “

Walking over from the crowd he is finished with, Jag’hatai stands behind his manager , placing his left hand on her shoulder. He is dressed in a pair of jeans and a tank top and fanny pack. She has a flowery sundress on and is shaded with her umbrella in her left hand.

“Rocky Romero. We have seen your matches. The one against Scorpio Sky one year ago. The interview with Amby six months ago. Jushin Thunder Liger nine months ago. The list is unending. Every commentator said you were near the top of the game technically. So know this, you may be “near the top” of your game, but you’re stepping into the ring with the class act. The man who will take you to your limit and make you wish you weren’t in the same ring as you... Jag’hatai D’habi. Last I say on matters of import, there is a hidden message within. One that addresses the only other warrior we know. We see you. We know you. You know us. When you find someone, who brings out the best in you, you thank them. So thank you. Letters are important, First letters of my words even more so. Top to bottom, left to write. Educated you are, let’s see if you are intellectual equal as well. We hope you are. You have twenty four hours to post the answer on your twitter, we’ll see it. Trust us.“

She turns and he nods at her, and they both walk off towards an ice cream vendor to get ice cream cones as the park closes down.

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Scene opens as the camera pans a front yard of a residence that looks like its been kept up over time. We see a very familiar home that has a mailbox that says "Steele" on it. We see a car in the driveway that has a license plate that also says "Steele" on it. We see a man that appears closer as to be the owner of this house. As he gets closer to the camera view. Ryan Steele looks at the camera. "You, Japanese chick. You have completely no idea what you signed up for. A match with me is like signing your own death wish. Let me give you an idea what im capable of doing. Before I came to NFW, I was doing the indie scene. My opponent at that time was just like you: stupid and completely blind to the fact that I'm holding back for the sake of my opponents health. But at this point I didn't.

So to finish a match, I took my opponent and threw them on the outside of the ring. I set up a table on top of thier announce table and powerbombed them through both tables. So you got me back in that state of mind, and after I get done with you, it's gonna serve as a warning to Ethan Skinner and everyone else that thinks I've gone soft.

I wanna tell Mr. Brody that after a few months...he might not have a roster at all...because you Japanese, sign wearing completely oblivious to reality idiots are gonna see the real Ryan Steele. I hope that you guys have hospitals on call and caskets ready. Because I'm going back to my roots: Reckless is gonna be an understatement at this point." As he finishes, Ryan shoves the camera out of his face and walks away. As he heads back into his house, the scene goes black.

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Returning from the commercial break, the camera focuses wide on the ring and entrance ramp as the crowd buzzes softly.

HANSON
"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! Nick Hanson and James Reynolds, here as always to call the action for you! It looks like we're just about ready to get started!"


The lights go dark throughout the arena and light in reds, greens, blues, yellows beam across the darkness. Fifteen seconds in, a spotlight randomly lights up a section of the stands where he is found walking among the fans.

ARDEN
(On the mic)
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...from Hell, Michigan! Being accompanied by Lady Elizavetta Von Dutch! He weighs in at one-hundred and eighty-five pounds! He is...the undefeated...the Ragman!! JAG'HATAAAAAIIIIII....D'HAAAAAAAAABIIIIIIII!!!"

He finally gets down to ring level and he slides off his jacket and slides in the ring, after a considerable amount of time, four minutes and nineteen seconds, the length of his whole entrance song.

REYNOLDS
"Why does his goddamn entrance take so long?"

HANSON
"Hey, he's getting up close and personal with the fans."

REYNOLDS
"But dubstep is shit!"

HANSON
"I kinda like it."

REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky."


As the lights dim down and Roppongi 3K's music started, the crowd gives a mixed reaction between cheers and boos. As Jag'hatai's opponent makes himself known, it isn't too unlike the normal Roppongi 3K entrance. Of course, the difference is that Rocky Romero is out in his wrestling gear, dancing and mouthing along to the lyrics. With him are SHO and YOH. SHO does his best to pump up the crowd, pointing to Rocky as they make their way out onto the stage. Meanwhile, to the actual humor of the crowd, SHO mans the smoke machine normally operated by Rocky during his and SHO's matches.

REYNOLDS
(laughing)
"Hey, check that out!"

HANSON
(Also laughing)
"I gotta give it to them, that's a good twist on the entrance."

REYNOLDS
"Now, see? THIS is an entrance, Nicky!"

HANSON
"I thought you hated CHAOS?"

REYNOLDS
"I didn't like what they were doing when they came in trying to wave their dicks around. They seem to have stopped that."

HANSON
"True. Well, folks. It's usually Rocky Romero leading SHO and YOH out here with that machine you see YOH spraying into the air. Tonight, however, the roles have switched. SHO and YOH have both been defeated by Jag'hatai D'habi. It was Rocky Romero who asked for this matchup. So now, Roppongi 3K are accompanying their manager - their mentor - into battle."

Roppongi 3K's music continues as Rocky Romero dances his way into the ring. SHO points to Rocky as Rocky claps his hands overhead on the turnbuckle. YOH stands on the apron, shooting the smoke launcher into the air in the beat to the base of the music.

REYNOLDS
"I need one of those, Nicky."

HANSON
"What would you even do with it?"

REYNOLDS
"I'd smoke your ass like it ain't no thang!"

HANSON
"Cute. Real cute, Jim."

Once Rocky Romero finished his entrance, and removed his gear, the referee called them to the center of the ring. Jag'hatai went for a handshake to which Rocky started to reach out for before suddenly swiping his hand up and letting out an "OHHHHHHHHHH" in Jag'hatai's face. He stepped back then, smirking as he prepared for the match.

HANSON
"Now that's not very professional, at all."

REYNOLDS
"Hey, Ragman can't expect everyone to be nice. This is a competitive sport, Nicky---"


REYNOLDS
"The hell? What the hell, Nicky?!"

HANSON
"Well this is unexpected, ladies and gentlemen. It appears as though...yes, here he is."

On the stage, as Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" played, Darius Crowley appeared on stage, dressed comfortably in all black, casual clothing. Simple jeans, boots and a long sleeved Dominion of Pain shirt with the sleeves pulled to his elbows.

HANSON
"Darius Crowley's out here. No idea why."

REYNOLDS
"Get him out of here!"

To James Reynolds' disdain, however, Darius Crowley makes his way down the ramp to ringside, circling around on the same side as SHO and YOH. Both men bow up to him. SHO sizes him up. YOH puffs out his chest with his arms out. Darius silently, and eerily calm like, makes his way right passed them until he reaches the timekeeper and announcer's area. He pulls up a spare chair from near the announcer's table on James Reynolds' side. Reynolds flinches and shrinks back.

REYNOLDS
"Don't hurt me!"

Darius says not a word as he, instead bringing the chair a little bit away from the announce table to sit off by himself. He sits down in his chair, folding his arms comfortably as he focuses on the men in the ring.

HANSON
"Well, I guess he's not gonna join us on commentary."

REYNOLDS
"Thank god!"

Once the match got underway, Rocky Romero showed little to no ringrust during his time away from action. He certainly did his best to keep Jag'hatai D'habi on his toes and managed to do so for much of the match. Still, the silent warrior and client to Elizavetta Von Dutch proved again, why he was a cut above most of those in his same division, keeping Rocky on his toes as well with his mat wrestling and variety of suplexes.

Midway through the match, as Jag'hatai really got going, SHO and YOH looked as though they were starting to think about getting involved, Jag'hatai D'habi's ringside observer took action. As Jag'hatai began signaling for Clotho's Whip, YOH climbed up onto the apron, distracting the referee on the left side of the ring. On the announce table's side, SHO started to slide in under the bottom rope behind Jag'hatai.

HANSON
"Aw, look out now! This isn't how you win a match!"

REYNOLDS
"Teamwork, Nicky! That's how ya gotta--HEY WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!!"

Before SHO could get all the way in, under the ropes, Darius Crowley lunged out of his chair, running over and grabbing the man by his feet. With a violent pull, Darius yanked SHO back out of the ring and followed up with a spinning back elbow to the jaw, sending him to the mat.

HANSON
"OHH!! LISTEN TO THAT!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!"

HANSON
"Darius Crowley, folks! He's....he's....!"

Rocky Romero and Jag'hatai D'habi were both focused on Darius Crowley outside of the ring but YOH was still arguing with the referee until Darius moved around the ring and yanked him off of the apron. YOH ate the side of the apron, grabbing his face. Darius followed up with a stiff SUPERKICK, dropping him.

HANSON
"SUPERKIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Shut up, Nicky!! What's Darius attacking SHO and YOH for?!"

Rocky Romero shoved the ref out of the way and leaned over the top rope, yelling down at Darius who calmly backed away from the ring. He said nothing. He simply raised his eyebrows and nodded behind Rocky as if to say 'you better pay attention.' Before Rocky realized what was going on, Jag'hatai spun him around and sent him running with an Irish Whip, full speed into the farthest corner. As Rocky repelled back, clutching his chest, Jag'hatai came off of the ropes and hit him with a shoulder tackle that knocked him flat on his back.

HANSON
"CLOTHO'S WHIP!!!! THERE IT IS!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!

Evilwave's "Wakanda" resumed over the speakers again as Jag'hatai popped up onto a knee, immediately looking at Darius with a slightly curious look on his face. Elizavetta Von Dutch, too, as she entered the ring to congratulate her comrade, looked at Darius with an amused smirk.

ARDEN
"Here is your winner.....The Ragman.....JAG'HATAAAAAAIIIIII...D'HAAAAAAAAAABIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

Darius Crowley circled the ring the rest of the way, over to the ramp side, never taking his eyes off of the pair in the ring until he reached the ramp. Only then, did he turn his attention ahead of him and calmly made his way towards the back.

Winner: Jag'hatai D'habi
Time: 12:51

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The camera shifts backstage where Josh Davidson is seen just now, walking up on the locker room of Super Bitch Squad. He adjusts his tie, trying to look as professional as possible before lifting his hand up to knock.

Just before he can, the door FLIES inward, opening up to reveal the excited face of Kayako Kazama. She's wearing a frilly black skirt, pink leggings, high rise Chucks and a Super Bitch Squad baby tee that hugs her girlish figure. Her hair is already done up in adorable pigtails for her tag team match later that evening. She just has to get into her gear. But at this moment, she smiles up at the NFW interviewer with those big, doe eyes. "Ahhhhhh! Dahvedsoon-san! Watashi wa anata ga kite totemo ureshīdesu!"

Davidson stands still, taken aback by the bubbly energy of the girl, combined with not understanding Japanese. "Umm...hello. You're Kayako, correct?"

"Hai!" Kayako says chipperly with a quick nod before noticing the camera and points. "Ah! Anata wa kamera o motte kimashita! Yoi!" Without hesitating, she grabs Josh Davidson's free hand and leads him into the locker room. "Come! Prease! You come!" Josh looks back, almost panicking, at the camera. As the camera follows them into the locker room, Kayako calls out in a sing-song voice. "Masami-chaaaaaaaaan! Yuuuuuuka-chaaaaaaaan! Intabyū no jikandesu!"

As the camera follows them through the locker room, Masami Nishikiyama comes into frame. She wears the same t-shirt as Kayako over a black and silver variation of her ring gear. She smiles sweetly as her eyes fall on Josh Davidson. Welcoming him without a word. In the background, Yuka Hirata is visible, sitting at desk with a mirror, applying face paint over one eye. She, too, is already dressed and ready to go as her match is in a few moments.

Josh Davidson stops in the middle of the locker room where Kayako literally makes him by finally ceasing in pulling him by the hand and takes hold of his arms as if to hold him in place before standing on one side of him. Masami saunters up to his other side as Kayako 'presents' the man. "Joshu...Davedsoon! Kare wa watashitachi no shiai ni tsuite watashitachi ni tazuneru tame ni koko ni imasu!" Kayako says with a big smile and claps excitedly. Josh continues to look confused until Masami speaks up.

"Dahveedson-san! Thank you so much for coming!" She says, to start off, before motioning to the little bubbly lolita dressed girl. "You have met, Kaya-chan. Yes?" There's her nod and smile she always does. Josh Davidson nods back. Masami smiles, offering her hand to him in a graceful, dainty fashion. He shakes her hand "So happy you have come!" Masami reacts to the handshake with a narrow eyed smirk. "Ooh! Strong hands!" Josh Davidson swallows uncomfortably as Masami takes her time letting his hand go. "I am Masami. And this is---" She turns, noticing that Yuka is still prepping herself in the mirror. "Ahhh! Yuka-chan! Shitsurei! Kite, watashitachi no gesuto ni kon'nichiwa iu!"

"Mō owarida!" Yuka calls from the background, never pausing in what she's doing or looking back.

Masami rolls her eyes with a smile before turning to Josh again. "So, you come to ask about our matches, yes?" Her nod and smile.

Josh Davidson nods. "Well...yes. If you ladies, umm...have the time, that is." Masami smiles, nuzzling up to Josh, fixing his tie for him. "Well then. You ask. We answer. Okay?" She says, remaining right where she is, semi-leaning on the man with one forearm propped up on his shoulder and the other hand resting on her hip.

Josh Davidson clears his throat and does his best to focus on the task at hand. "Well, since I have you two ladies here, let's talk about your tag team match, tonight. You two are facing off against TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli - the tag team known as Nostalgia Ultra. How have you prepared yourselves for this matchup?" He starts to lean the microphone out to Masami but seeing Kayako perk up, he offers it to her instead as Masami motions for her to say her piece.

"Oh! I know dis one!" Kayako says with a finger going up and smiling. "We train! We go to gym! We are...we are...." Kayako turns her gaze up, putting her finger to her chin and mutters, more to herself. "Kono kotoba wa nandesuka...?"

Masami leans in some, prompting Josh to quickly move the microphone over to her. "We are always ready!"

Kayako snaps out of her thought and gets a huge smile on her face. "Ah! Masami-chan!" She gives a thankful bow. "Arigatōgozaimasu!"

Josh Davidson, despite how shy and bashful Masami's flirting is making him, can't help but smile a little at just how adorable Kayako is. "So, you're ready for anything Nostalgia Ultra have to throw at you?" Kayako's smile disappeared and she looked up, curiously and confused, at Josh. "Throw?" She made a faint little motion with her hand, motioning the throwing of an object. "Rrike...throw barru at us?" She said, pronouncing her L sound like an R in her heavy accent. This takes Josh Davidson back a little, but as he begins to try and explain, Masami reaches out and takes hold of his hand with the microphone, and brings it towards her. "We are ready...for anything, Dahveedson-san!"

Here, Masami looks at the camera, still addressing their opponents in the third person. "Sor...ree...." She shakes her head, realizing she's butchering Futura Soli's last name, before continuing. "Futura-san is...fast, yes? She hit hard. She have good kick, yes?" Masami raises one of her toned legs up and slaps her shin before lowering the leg back down. "TyAnna-san...she is strong! Powerful beauty!" Masami flexes her own, rather impressively muscular arms, nodding at the camera. "She is like Amazon warrior! It will be a good match! But we...Essu Bee Essu...we will win tonight, because we...never give up. We never quit. We are Essu Bee Essu! We are Soopah Bitch Squaddu!"

Here, Kayako leans in, bringing up two fingers beside her face with a smile, lifting one foot off the ground and bending that leg up. "We! Are! Soopah! Baddu! Bitches! Kore ga arimasu!"

"Sore wa watashi no kanojo!" Masami says with a smile, offering a fist bump out to Kayako. Kayako returns it with an exaggerated reaction, opening her hand out as she brought it back from the impact and makes a little explosion noise. Finally, Masami turns to look over her shoulder at Yuka in the background as she looks to be finishing up at the mirror. "Ahhh! Yuka-chan! Mō owarimashita ka?"

"Un un un!" Yuka responds in semi-annoyance as she walks over, sliding her haori on over her halter neck sports bra. Since the last time we saw her, she's had her hair cut exceptionally shorter than we've seen it. We also see that what she's been doing in the mirror is adding a jagged black paint mark over her right eye. The only thing that hasn't changed is that scowl on her face.

Kayako brings her hands up under her chin and cringes back a little. "Ahhhhh!" She says, going wide eyed at Yuka. "Yuka-chan! Anata wa totemo kowaidesu ne!" Josh looks at Kayako in confusion; again, clearly not understanding.

"Kanojo wa taihen-sōdesu ne!" Masami says, making a playful, angry face. "Grrrr! Kanojo wa yōi dekite iru!"

Yuka looks at Masami with a stifled smile before turning to Kayako and put on a sneer, feigning a lunge at her. Kayako gives a tiny, pitiful whine and shrinks back. "Eeeeeee! Imi ga arimaseeeeeen!" Yuka smirks, and opens her arms, beckoning Kayako in. The pig tail haired girl quickly perks up when she realizes Yuka is only playing with her and hugs her friend.

"Excuse me. Yuka, is it?" Josh Davidson says tentatively. Yuka's expression returns to her cold scowl as she lets go of Kayako and looks up at the man, not saying a word. Josh swallows, a little unnerved by the coldness in the girl's eyes. "Umm. If I may: you have a match against Ryan Steel, very shortly. Do you have any last minute comments before you take him on?"

"PFFFFFFFFT!!!!!!" Yuka suddenly scoffs, loud enough to make Josh Davidson shrink a bit and have to wipe spray from his eye. As he does, Yuka looks into the camera and leans into the microphone. "Oi! Ryan Steeru. You little fuck boy who talk too much. Maybe Buzzsaw knock sense out of your head. Maybe I knock some back in." Yuka gives a grin that looks all the more terrifying with the face paint on. She taps her temple as she says the last part. Standing straight again, she looks between herself at Masami and Kayako. She smiles at her friends. "Ahhhhhhh. Watashi wa nani mo iu koto ga nai." She looks back to the camera. "Sūfungo ni o shiri ni aimasu, 'Reckuress One!' Bleeeeeeeeggghhh!!" Yuka sticks out her tongue and uses a pinky to pull down her eye lid before smiling to Masami and Kayako. "Ikou...." Yuka moves passed Masami to lead the way.

Masami gives her a hearty, stiff slap of encouragement on her back before following behind her. Kayako moves after Masami, off screen. A second later, she leans back into the frame, sideways with a cute smile, waving both hands. "Bai baaaaaaaaiiiii!" She says as the camera cuts to....

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Another part of the backstage area where security staff are in the middle of a conversation with a lovely looking blonde woman wearing punk style, clothing and a backwards ball cap. From the looks of it, the staff are trying to escort her out of the building.

"You can't be here, ma'am. We're gonna have to ask you to leave the building, please. Right this way." A security guard says as he motions down the hallway and tried to escort the woman down that way. "Let's go."

"Excuse me!" A familiar voice rings out from offscreen, startling the security guards. Seconds later, the familiar visage of Ethan Skinner, dressed head to toe in his usual black suit steps into frame as he looms over the security guard trying to throw the woman out. "Is there a problem here?"

"No problem at all. Just escorting an unruly fan out who snuck backstage." The security guard says, starting to escort the woman away who hasn't even said a word yet.

"Ah! Excuse me...again." Ethan says, stopping the guard and nods at the woman. "Everything's fine. She's with me."

The security guard stops for a second and looks between Ethan and the woman. He can kind of see it. He looks at Ethan. "So she's cool?" Ethan nods, grinning wickedly. "Very cool."

"See?! I told you she was allowed back here!" The camera man says. It's Six. Of course.

Ethan looks at Six then the security guard. "You need to listen to him, more. He's cool, too! Now...say you're sorry to Ms. McKenzie." Ethan nods towards the woman.

"I'm...I apolgoize, ma'am." The security guard says, looking back to Ethan, again who shoos him off with a wave before kissing the woman's hand and escorting her towards the locker rooms. "Right this way, please." He repeats in mockery of the security guard. The woman - 'Ms. McKenzie' - smiles and walks along with him. "Let's go Six!" Ethan calls. Six guides the camera and follows after the two.

"Wooooow. Mr. Skinner said I was cool!"

"What's that, Six?" Ethan calls back.

"Oh! N-nothing, Mr. Skinner!" Six says as the shot fades out.

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Cutting back out to ringside, Darren & Stephen Loveday's "Onslaught" begins to play over the speakers as the lights dim and take on the familiar flashing effect. As the crowd gives a mixed reaction to the appearance of Ryan Steele coming out onto the stage, Roger Arden begins his announcement.

ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Silver Mountain divisional match! Introducing first...making his return to the ring...from Dayton, Ohio...being accompanied by Hannah Blackwell. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds...The Reckless One...RYAAAAAAAAAAN STEEEEEEEEEEELE!!!!!!"

With a cold scowl on his face, Ryan Steele makes his way to the ring, immediately climbing onto the apron and entering under the top rope. Hannah enters between the bottom and middle ropes right behind him as he raises his arms to the crowd. Boos or cheers be damned.

HANSON
"Well, here's Ryan Steele folks. His first match back in NFW since his injury, four months back. He had a fractured orbital socket at the hands of Buzzsaw."

REYNOLDS
"You mean at the feet of Buzzsaw."

HANSON
"Color me corrected, Jim. You are right."

REYNOLDS
"That creepy bastard kicked Ryan so hard in the face, he shelved him for nearly half a year. My boy's back now, though!"

HANSON
"Yes he is."


The lights to the arena dim down, shrouding the audience in darkness. The darkness remains during the buildup of the song. Then, at the 0:06 mark, when the music fully kicks in, the dark arena comes to life with flashing lights of various colors, giving the arena a more rave club or concert look to it.

At the 0:15 mark, when the lyrics start, Yuka Hirata steps out through the curtain. She shakes her fists at her sides, bobbing her lowered head to the music as she comes to stand in the center of the stage. Right behind her are Masami Nishikiyama and Kayako Kazama. Masami throws up her hands, pointing with both index fingers down towards Yuka as she nods to the crowd. Kayako bounces around, waving to the audience and pointing excitedly at Yuka.

Yuka goes to her knees, performing a very brief Wai Kru. Then, at the 0:37 mark of the song, she slams her fists down on the stage and pops up onto her feet with a yell. Pyro goes off, causing Kayako to jump in alarm and Yuka starts storming towards the ring, ready for a fight.

"His opponent! Being accompanied by Masami Nishikiyama and Kayako Kazama! From Tokyo, Japan!! She represents the Super Bitch Squad! YUUUUKA HIIIIIIIIRATAAAAAAA!!"

On the way down the ramp, she chastises the audience, pointing to herself and dismissively waving them off. (Alternatively: if she is in Japan she high fives and fist bumps fans along the way). Upon reaching the ring, Yuka picks up into a jog and hops up, sliding sideways under the bottom rope and rolling to her feet. She paces the ring as Masami and Kayako enter the ring with her before the three of them come to the center. They stick their hands in, overlapping one another and perform their team chant. Afterwards, Masami gives Yuka a slap on the back and a fist bump. Kayako gives her an excited hug. Yuka then removes her entrance haori, folds it and hands it to Kayako who takes it with a deep bow. Yuka then removes her towel from over her neck and wipes any perspiration from her face before Masami takes it and the two leave her to her corner. Depending on if she is first in the ring or not, Yuka watches Ryan Steele with a cold scowl.

REYNOLDS
"Fucking love me a bad girl, Nicky."

HANSON
"Yeah? Why don't you ask her out? Oh wait, you're married!"

REYNOLDS
"That and she doesn't speak English."

HANSON
"Wait, what?"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, Yuka doesn't speak English."

HANSON
"Jim...."

REYNOLDS
"What? She told me!"

HANSON
(All we hear from Hanson is an exasperated sigh as the match starts.)

~DING DING DING~

At the sound of the bell, Ryan Steele walked to the center of the ring, beckoning Yuka Hirata over where he started off with trash talk. Yuka, despite being shorter than the man, bowed right up to him, unintimidated. Seconds into his shpeel, Yuka lashed out with an open hand SLAP across Steele's face.

CROWD
"OOOOOOOOH!!"

REYNOLDS
"Well that isn't gonna make the Reckless One happy!"

It certainly didn't as Ryan Steele brought a hand up to his mouth, looking back at Hannah Blackwell who was already shaking her head as if to say 'ohhhhh HELL no!' Shaking his head with a visible frustration, Steele cocked back and suddenly lashed out with a right fist.

HANSON
"WATCH OUT, HERE WE GO!!"

Yuka Hirata dipped under the punch and put herself on the other side, behind Ryan Steele as she started dishing out stiff kicks to the man's legs and midsection. Steele immediately began reeling as Yuka assaulted him with her shins and feet. When he seemed stunned enough, she ran off the ropes with a primal, enraged yell, coming back at him full speed ahead.

Ryan Steele suddenly countered with a stiff kick to the midsection, stopping Yuka in her tracks. Then it was his turn to run off the ropes as he came in with an upwards knee to her face, knocking her violently back onto the mat. As soon as she was down, Ryan Steele ran off the ropes again and came down with a jumping knee to the chest. Yuka brought up her hands, groaning in pain as she rolled over onto her side.

REYNOLDS
"She may have bitten off more than she can chew, Nicky!"

HANSON
"I would say this is appalling but it is a Silver Mountain division match and Yuka Hirata did ask for this from both GMs. She wanted this match."

As Yuka Hirata laid on the mat, reeling, Ryan Steele stood over her, audibly yelling down in her face. "I TOLD YOU, DIDN'T I?! I TOLD YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHO I WAS! NOW LOOK AT YOU!" He reached down and slapped her across the face. "LOOK AT YA!" He slapped her again. "FUCKING LOOK--" As he reached down to slap her again, Yuka grabbed him by the arm and threw her legs around the man's neck, locking him into a Triangle Hold. The booing crowd suddenly erupted as Yuka forced Steele down onto his side with the chokehold applied.

HANSON
"TRIANGLE CHOKEHOLD!!!! YUKA'S GOT A TRIANGLE CHOKEHOLD LOCKED IN!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"GET OUT OF THERE RYAN!!!"

As Steele fought to free himself from the hold, Yuka pressed her leg against his throat and pulled hard onto his arm, screaming angrily as she applied full torque. Ryan Steele eventually managed to free himself by getting back up onto his knees and began throwing forearms down at Yuka until he dazed her enough to make her let him go. He stumbled back, clutching his throat, and gasping for air. Still, Ryan Steele was the first one up and he began a vicous assault, throwing more offense Yuka's way. Ryan Steele was clearly bigger and clearly stronger, but the young up and comer from Japan absolutely refused to stay down.

Moments later, after more back and forth, Ryan Steele lifted Yuka Hirata up onto the turnbuckle, setting up for something big. As he started climbing up, however, Yuka started fighting back with forearms to the jaw. Desperation in her eyes as she fought back like a tiger.

Outside the ring, Hannah Blackwell climbed onto the apron, trying to encourage Ryan to not let Yuka get the upper hand. This distracted the referee and he came over to order her down. This was where Yuka Hirata hit a LOW BLOW with her forearm between Ryan Steele's legs.

HANSON
"OHHHHH THAT WAS WRONG!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT WAS SMART!!"

Ryan Steele dropped back down onto the mat, landing on his feet but bending forward, reeling in pain. Yuka Hirata hopped down, landing with Steele's head between her legs. She grabbed him around the waist and with a grunt, hoisted him up onto her shoulders.

REYNOLDS
"OHHHH LOOK AT THIS BABY GIRL!! MASAMI AIN'T THE ONLY STRONG ONE!!!"

While Yuka clearly had trouble keeping Ryan up, it was what made her not waste time as she ran forward and delivered a Running Ligerbomb to Steele in the center of the ring. The sound of the impact drew the referee's attention and he turned, just in time to see Yuka hold onto Ryan's legs and throw her body over his for the bridging cover. He slid in for the pin count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"AND YUKA HIRATA WINS WITH A LOW BLOW AND A LIGERBOMB!"

REYNOLDS
"SHE DIDN'T EVEN NEED HER FINISHER!"

HANSON
"She hit him below the belt!!"

REYNOLDS
"Meh."

HANSON
"Seriously?"

REYNOLDS
"Meh."

HANSON
"You are inconsistent as hell, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"It's my best quality."

As YURIKA's "Stuck On Me" played throughout the arena, Yuka Hirata backed up the ramp, holding her neck and midsection as she caught her breath. Masami and Kayako came over to congratulate her as Ryan Steele and Hannah Blackwell scowled at them from the ring.

"Ima, anata wa watashi o dono yō ni kiniitte imasu ka?!" Yuka Hirata yelled towards the ring. "How you like?! Fuckboy!" The camera focused on SBS as they gave varying smiles towards Ryan Steele and Hannah Blackwell. Yuka's was one of dark delight. Masami's was smug satisfaction. Kayako's was just one of sheer joy as she waved bye bye to Yuka's opponent.

Winner: Yuka Hirata
Time: 4:54

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We open the scene as we enter the inside of the Townsend Mansion. We hear the hustle and bustle of Clerance and Victoria trying to get their own stuff done for the day as they prepare to leave for the NFW show. "Victoria, have you got your stuff yet?" As Clerance asks. The maid informs Clerance that she is on the phone with her stylist. "Ok." Clerance says.

"Clerance, Honey, are you still going with me?" Asks Victoria.

"Yes, I am. I got several things to do while I'm there. So it just makes sense for me to go." Clerance responds.

"Ok, dear. Are you coming out with me to my match too?" Victoria asks.

"Yes, dear but we will use your theme instead of mine, since it's your match, okay?" As Clerance asks his question we see Victoria nodding in agreement to his question. "So now, we gotta come up with a strategy to get you a win. Do you have any ideas?" Clerance asks.

"I've got a few. Why?" Responds Victoria.

"So maybe we can talk about it on the plane?" As Clerance asks in curious way.

" Ok dear; you got your bags? The limo is here. Let's go." As Clerance is seen picking up the bags to head out, Victoria is seen getting into the limo as the driver gets the rest of the luggage for them. As the scene closes, the driver is seen closing the car door and driving away. Scene goes black.

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The camera zooms in on Mary Williams sitting on an equipment box with her Nintendo Switch and sounds from Smash Bros Ultimate emanating from it. Despite being zoned into her game, Mary was always aware of her surroundings. She glanced up at the camera with a grin. "One moment, please. Just let me finish this match." The camera zoomed in closer on Mary's hand, her fingers moving nimbly along the buttons like she had been doing this her entire life. Which, she totally had. Less than two minutes later, the announcer's voice yelled out "Victory!" over the speakers of the console. She squealed, bouncing up and down a little before setting down the device beside her and looked toward the camera. "Not what you expected, right?"

She nodded with a smirk, "granted, I use a remix of the original Super Mario Bros theme as my entrance music and last week I did a video with Skillz Vendorz where we were playing Mortal Kombat together, but... that game is one of those ones where you may not be considered a full-on gamer when you play it. But now you have me... getting ready for my second professional match... and I'm playing Smash Bros." She shrugged, "you did hear who my opponent is this week, right?" She laughed, shaking her head, "Miss my perfectly manicured pinky nail cost more than your entire life savings." She rolled her eyes, "Victoria Emmerson is so far up her own ass that she just assumes that she can walk down to the ring in her stiletto heels and just step on me and get the pinfall. I mean... that has to be it, right? Do you even have a moveset, Icky Vicky?"

She brought a hand up to her mouth, stifling a giggle. "Look, I know that you not only don't care who I am, but you don't know who I am, Miss Emmerson. I'm sure that somehow, despite having the most generic name ever, you will probably somehow get my name wrong and will assume that it will make you look even more special. Like it will make everyone ignore the fact that you are a pompous asshole and that by not getting my name right... you will somehow look more important," she sighed heavily, shaking her head. "It's just that you will never look important here, Miss Emmerson. Professional wrestling isn't your world and no matter what you do, it never will be. Never."

She rolled her eyes, snorting, "not that you care. My words mean nothing to you. They should, though. It wouldn't kill you to listen to one of us. You know luxury, Miss Emmerson. You know a life where everything was handed to you and you assume... that you were the only one. That the rest of us are literally paupers and had absolutely nothing growing up. You think that we're beneath you, but that's not true at all." She smiled sweetly, "Miss Emmerson, the rest of us are on a completely different level from you. A different playing field. A completely different world. One that you just simply cannot compare to the one that you are from. There is more than one scale. Simple as that. I'm about to tip yours," she waved as the camera pulled back. "See you out there!"

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As the camera returned to ringside, Chuy Ayala's Maria Callas' take on"Habanera" filled the arena. The crowd immediately began to boo as Victoria Emmerson and CFT appeared out on the stage. Victoria in her ring gear. CFT in a pair of white slacks and a white polo shirt with a dark red sweater tied over his shoulders. Casual, but still giving off that arrogant, rich vibe. Especially with that pair of $500 Oakley sunglasses he was wearing.

REYNOLD
"Hey! It's my boy! CEE-EFF-TEEEEEEEEEE!!! Whattup?!"

HANSON
"Will you sit down?"

ARDEN
"The following contest is a women's division match and is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring first...being accompanied to the ring by Clarence Fletcher Townsend...from Beverly Hills, California...put your hands together for...VICTORIAAAAAAAAAAA EMMERSOOOOOOOOON!!!!"

With CFT calling for the crowd to show his woman the respect she deserves, Victoria Emmerson saunters to the ring, entering daintily under the middle rope before coming to pose in the center of the ring. CFT wishes her luck with a hug and a quick peck on the lips as her music suddenly stops. Victoria and CFT both look towards the stage, almost as if insulted by the music stopping.

REYNOLDS
"Well that was rude."

HANSON
"What? She's in the ring, already."

REYNOLDS
"She wasn't done looking so fine, though!"

HANSON
"If we waited for her to finish showing off, that track would loop all night."

REYNOLDS
"Wouldn't hear me complaining!"


REYNOLDS
"Oh god, here we go, now."

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

ARDEN
"Her opponent! From Oak Park, Illinois... It's MARY...WILLIAAAAAAAMS!!"

The music fades out as she gets ready for the match. Victoria Emmerson and CFT both look across the ring at Mary with a disgusted, unimpressed scowl on their faces before CFT leaves the ring and the referee calls for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Mary and Victoria began the match with a standard collar and elbow tieup in the center of the ring, jarring for position. Victoria won the struggle and took Mary to the mat with a wrestling takedown before beginning to rain down blows on her until the ref was able to pull Victoria off once Mary grabbed onto the ropes. The ref talked Victoria back as Mary Williams used the ropes to pull herself up, clearing her head some. As she got to her feet, finally and went to gather herself in the corner, CFT had snuck around and grabbed her by the foot, yanking her foot back and causing her to fall face first to the mat.

HANSON
"Aw, c'mon now!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, she's green as fuck. She needs to learn!"

As Mary pulled herself back up, with a hand to her face, Victoria Emmerson moved passed the referee and began pummeling her in the corner until the referee broke them apart, again. This time, however, Mary came out of the corner and hit Victoria with a Lou Thesz Press, raining shots down. The crowd finally got into the action, it seemed, giving Mary a pop.

HANSON
"And here comes Mary Williams! Shades of the great Stone Cold Steve Austin!! Giving Ms. Emmerson a can of whupass!!"

REYNOLDS
"She's gonna ruin her makeup!"

Mary popped up off of Victoria, yelling to the crowd but was quick to turn her focus back to her opponent before she could get a cheapshot in. She was inexperienced but she knew this opponent. Mary, however, did miss a counter as she and Victoria started trading shots and Victoria caught her with an elbow. Mary reeled and Victoria whipped her into the ropes. This time, Mary dove over a kitchen sink kick and rolled up to her feet. She then managed to duck a short run clothesline by Victoria and popped up, driving Emmerson's head into the mat with a Reverse Frankensteiner. She quickly spun around and held Victoria in her crumpled position for the pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Victoria kicked out and Mary got to her feet, quickly following up her attack to stay on her opponent. Again, when the ref wasn't looking, CFT interjected, climbing onto the apron and getting Mary's attention. As the young up and comer tried to knock him back to the floor, he knocked her hand away and grabbed her by the head, hitting her with a (insert move name.)

HANSON
"OH COME--ON!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Calm down, Nicky!!"

Mary reeled back from the ropes as Victoria moved in and started getting in her own offense again. But still, Mary Williams fired back, refusing to stay down. Eventually, she got Victoria into a corner and hit her with a spinning backfist, followed by a pele kick, bringing her down to the mat again where she quickly pulled her to the center and up to her feet, locking in the Octopus Hold.

Before CFT could even climb onto the apron to intervene, Victoria Emmerson tapped out desperately for Mary Williams to break the hold. Mary did as soon as the bell rang an the Super Mario Brothers Theme Remix began to play again.

Winner: Mary Williams
Time: 6:09

HANSON
"And Mary Williams is gonna win her second match in NFW, Jim, but hang on a second! I'm getting something from the back! We've got a problem!"

REYNOLDS
"What now?!"

Cutting to the back, security guards are rushing upon a scene where a man is straddled over another man, raining punches down on him like a lunatic. Security reaches down to try and pull the attacker off before the camera gets a good look at the man. It's none other than JAXTON CROWE! It takes several security guards to pull him off of the man being attacked. A quick camera pan reveals the victim to be El Desperado from Suzuki-gun!

REYNOLDS
"Hey, that's Crowe!"

HANSON
"Jaxton Crowe!! We saw him last week! He attacked Tyson Law but now he's attacking El Desperado!!"

Jaxton Crowe shakes off the security guards and looks into the camera, raising up his glass wrapped fist again and looks at it. He grins, then looks into the camera once more. "Another sacrifice has been made. Blood...for my master!" He lowers his fist and walks off down the hallway as if nothing ever happened. Meanwhile, EMTs rush in to tend to El Desperado.

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Futura Soli and TyAnna Jupiter are standing together backstage wearing street clothes. Both wearing jeans, TyAnna with a leather jacket and Futura in a black tank top.

Futura: “It’s nice that our opponents this week haven’t shoved their foot in their mouth like past weeks. I can’t stand to see people make bold faced accusations about your character. Plus it seems like they might actually pose some challenge to us.”

TyAnna looks deep in Futura’s eyes then looks down to the floor before softly looking back up to her partner.

TyAnna: “You’re right. But respect doesn’t mean that we can’t destroy them. It’s easy when someone shows that they have such incredible ugliness in their soul. Insecurity, envy, pride, but ironically the Super Bitch Squad is quite pleasant. It’s a shame but we have a job to do. It’s nothing personal but they will fall by our hands.

Just as my mentor Tomazeya taught me. The most devastating defeats often come from the people you have no feud with. Because just the nature of competition, watching someone else take an opportunity that could have been yours, is an existential weight that can crush your soul with ease.”

Futura puts her hand on TyAnna’s shoulder to comfort her.

Futura: “Which is exactly why we should be more driven now than ever. This is where true skill and talent are put to the test. Both things we have no shortage of. The knowledge of what’s at stake is enough to drive me to do whatever it takes to knock the fuck out of Masami and Kayako. And with how competitive you’ve always been I have no doubt that you’re going to go out there with the same fire as me.”

TyAnna gives Futura an evil smile.

TyAnna: “You’re damn right, nobody beats the Guardian of Love! This division hasn’t even seen a fraction of what we’re capable of and what happens when we pull out every stop to put our opponents away. Between the two of us there is not a tag team in the world that can defeat Nostalgia Ultra. So this week let’s show that to the world!”

The two kiss and walk out of the scene.

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*The scene shifts to one of the backstage area as the arena crowd reacts as we see Rick Dickulous looking down with his hand slowly rubbing his chin, and looking in deep thought.*

"So, it's got to be some sort of express. All the great teams are an express in some way shape or form," Klazzic can be heard off-camera.

"Rock and Roll...Midnight...Lightning...U.S....Ebony. What do you think, Rick?" Klazzic asks as Rick continues to be deep in thought.

"So, you're sayin' it can be whatever we want, guy? We just have to follow it with 'Express' because, like, awesome teams always have Express at the end? That seems weird, eh?"

*Rick's face scrunches a bit as he looks into the camera*

"So, like...say...poutine, eh?"

"Poutine Express or Express Poutine? I dunno, the latter is what happens when it runs through my stomach after the last time I ate it. How about Pork Chop? No wait, that's Big Trouble in Little China. Man, that Kurt Russell's great. Loved him as Snake Pliskin. Gives me hope for any future doomsday scenario the World might find itself in," Klazzic continues to say off-camera.

"Yeah, guy. I mean about Kurt Russell. He's fucking awesome! I played the SHIT out of Metal Gear Solid 5, eh?"

*Again Rick's face scrunches a bit, this time more a look of panicked concentration. The crowd reacts with laughter as Rick continues after sighing gently*

"Speaking of Doomsday situations, bud....what the actual fuck is goin' on, eh? I mean, is he tryin' to pick on you because he knows I'm not gonna be there?"

*High pitched barking can be heard, clearly outside of a closed door. Rick ignores it for a moment before looking off screen, viewers now clearly able to see that this is a cell phone video as the view suddenly shakes and rolls down. Rick's voice echoes suddenly, as he speaks a bit louder*

"Ginger! Gingey-guy! I'll be right out! Just relax! Me first, eh, bud?!"

*The view suddenly tilts upwards showing Rick's face on screen again*

"Matt-guy? Are you having problems over there bud? You click the little thing that looks like a video camera up in the top right of the screen...."

*A moment later the screen splits in two. On the right, we see Matt's thumb moving around the phone, covering the camera on top of the phone.*

"Rick? You there buddy? I think I got this figured out. Look, I don't know what his problem his. He seems to like that Twitter program, though. If he used less of that and focused on his matches, I would be worried. But you know? I don't know what his problem his. You see what AKI did to him last week? He almost won and what does Doomsday do? He gets salty and continues to beat on the poor kid. I couldn't just sit there and watch him do that," Klazzic says from the right side of the screen.

"Oh, before I forget...," we see Klazzic stick his head into the frame, "Hey AKI, buddy! Get well, pal! Hope to see you back in the ring next week!!!" Klazzic says emphatically as he gives a thumbs up.

*Rick flashes his trademark smile on the left half of the screen*

"Guy, AKI FUCKED HIM UP, eh?! I yelled so hard I damn near woke up half the block!"

"Then you got in there, and we're in the predicament we're in, eh? Look, guy...it's no secret that Doomsday and I don't get along - his fault. And I want you to get in there and tear him a new one for me, bud...but I also don't wanna see you getting fucked up without backup, eh?"

*Rick thinks for a second*

"I mean, I'm sure Willy and the rest of the boys aren't gonna leave you hangin' - you're basically an honourary member, guy!"

"Thanks pal. I'll do you guys proud. Doomsday's big and bad and he's the king of Twittering, but I'm no pushover. He can keep making those weird Twittering threats all he wants. I do my talking in the ring," Klazzic says confidently off-camera.

"I know you're gonna take Doomsday out fer a rip, bud...but I can still be worried."

*Again, high pitched barking can be heard, along with the clattering of little excited paws outside of the door. Rick sighs deeply and looks out from the left half of the screen with a satisfied smile. Suddenly the view shakes again and and tilts up, jiggling around, and then coming to rest staring upwards at the ceiling. The bathroom fan can be seen on the ceiling, however it remains silent*

"Bear with me, guy! I gotta look for Klingons..."

"Everything alright there, buddy? It looks like someone wants to be let out...or let...in?" Klazzic asks.

"I think she needs to go outside and make a Doomsday - y'know, guy? A steaming pile of shit!"

*The crowd reacs with a mixture of laughter and "Oooooooooohhhhh!"*

"She's gotta wait for me to finish with my Belphegor..."

"Whoa, that's enough there, buddy. I think it's time for me to get ready for my match here," Klazzic says.

"So, when are you coming back? We still need to hash out some things. And remember, all great teams have Express in the end, right?"

"I'll be catching up next week on the way to El Paso, eh? Mr. Brody's got me booked for some more promotional gigs in Texas, so I'm gonna go make the fans happy, guy!"

*A moment passes before Rick exclaims from off camera*

"ARE YOU KIDDING, GUY?! I CHEWED YOU UNTIL YOU WERE PASTE - HOW THE FUCK DID YOU REFORM?!"

"Uhmm...what?" Klazzic asks as the arena crowd laughs at the absurdity they are watching.

*A toilet flushes, water from a sink faucet turns on and splashes around*

"Peanuts, guy...."

"You do use soap, right?" Klazzic asks from the right side of the screen, somewhat concerned. "I hate to think that those those brownies you gave me had more than brotherhood and basil in them."

"Of course I use soap, guy...do you think us Canadians only have igloos, maple syrup, beavers, and polar bears?"

"You still have Anne Murray and Tim Horton's too, right?"

*The camera shakes again, tilting upward, Rick's face again filling the left half of the screen. He looks as if he's deep in reflection*

"Oh, Anne Murray....how much I miss your beautiful lines, and how you gently tickled my tongue...."

*Rick snaps out of it*

"Sorry, guy....remembering an old friend."

*Rick wipes a fake tear from his eye and continues*

"So, you get out there tonight, and you give Doomsday hell, bud! Keep focusing on his legs...and don't forget about that shoulder...."

"You got it buddy. I'll do you proud man. I'll see you when you get back. Be good, pal," Klazzic says as he puts the phone down and walks off-camera, unaware that he didn't turn off the chat as we here the sound of zippers being used and buttons being unsnapped.

"Matt-guy? Bro? Can you still hear me?"

*Rick waits for a minute before shaking his head*

"Guess not...."

*Rick shrugs, and suddenly his half of the screen goes black, just as barking can be heard again, Matt's view suddenly filling the screen. In the background, we can hear Klazzic groan.*

"Uh oh, here comes the Poutine Express again...." as the camera fades to black.

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

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

ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Representing the Domion of Pain!! Weighing in at three hundred and twenty eight pounds!! He is one half of the reigning NFW Tag Team Champions!! He is...Death Incarnate...the Harbinger of the Apocalypse!! THIS...IS...DOOOOOOOOOOMSDAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!"

He ignores everything from the fans to cheers, boos, obscene gestures and those reaching out to touch his hand. Making his way up the steps, he enters the ring over the top rope, moving to a turnbuckle where he climbs up, throws back his hood and flings back his hair, raising his fists in a powerful roar. Once he climbs down from the turnbuckle, he removes his coat and violently flings it down to the ringside floor before backing into his corner and leaning forward, pulling on the ropes as he waits impatiently his opponent.

REYNOLDS
"He didnt' see me shaking did he?"

HANSON
"I don't know, Jim. Truth be told, I don't think he concerns himself with you."


As Vince DiCola's "WAR" filled the arena, the lights dimmed while white strobes began flashing across the stage.

HANSON
"Here comes our partner on the mic, ladies and gentlemen! Yes, he does join us on commentary but he is - first and foremost - an NFW superstar. He is a wrestler. And he has called out Doomsday, this evening."

REYNOLDS
"Man...good luck, Matt. Really."

As the music builds up, the curtain flies open and out walks Matt Klazzic in his ring gear, calling out to the crowd through his mask as he raises his arms up to their cheers. He notices a 'KLAZZIC IS FOREVER' sign in the crowd and points to it, nodding in appreciation before starting towards the ring, slapping fans' hands and high fiving little kids in the front row.

ARDEN
"His opponent! From Parts Unknown! MATT...KLAZZIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!!"

Matt notices a kid wearing a Matt Klazzic mask and stops to call the camera over while pointing to the child. "Now THAT'S Klazzic!" He can be heard saying under his music before he high fives the kid and continues to the ring.

REYNOLDS
"Kid might be wearing the face of a dead man."

HANSON
"Oh, knock it off."

REYNOLDS
"Hey! I want Matt to pull this off! And I think he can do it, if he's careful! Doomsday's big. He's old. He's slow. He's dumb. Matt can lift him. That's all that matters."

Inside the ring, as Matt Klazzic approached, the camera caught Doomsday slowly looking over at the announce table.

HANSON
"I think he heard you."

REYNOLDS
"You know what? Fuck him? What's he gonna do?"

Doomsday looked back to Matt Klazzic as he entered the ring and got ready for the match to start.

~DING DING DING~

Once the match got going, Doomsday walked right to the center of the ring and loomed over Matt Klazzic, clearly trying to intimidate him with his size. Matt wasn't having it so Doomsday looked around at the crowd and brought down a hammerfist onto Matt's shoulder. Matt fell to a knee but got right back up, bumping his chest against Doomsday's, looking up at the big man with fire in his eyes.

Doomsday looked at the audience. Was this guy serious? He shook his head in disbelief, grabbed Matt behind the head and brought another forearm down onto his trap muscle. Matt went down to a knee...but got right back up again! Matt shook his head, inaudibly saying something to Doomsday.

HANSON
"I think Doomsday's trying to intimidate Matt and he's not letting him!"

REYNOLDS
"There you go, Matt! You show that bull who's boss!!"

Growing frustrated, Doomsday grabbed Matt again, brought up his arm once more and brought it down. This time, however, Matt caught it and began firing back with stiff forearm shots, knocking Doomsday back into the corner.

HANSON
"AND HERE WE GO!!!!! DOOMSDAY TRIED BUT MATT'S FIRING BACK!!! HE'S HAD ENOUGH OF DOOMSDAY!!! OF THE HARRASSMENT!! OF THE BULLYING!!! THE VICIOUS ATTACKS THIS MAN HAS UNLEASHED ON HIS FRIEND RICK DICKULOUS AND LAST WEEK ON AKI!!!"

REYNOLDS
"C'MON, MATT!! C'MON!!!"

Matt Klazzic continued throwing shots at Doomsday until Doomsday grabbed him by the throat with one hand and powered out of the corner with a look of pure rage in his eyes. Almost effortlessly, he picked Matt up and threw him into the corner behind him before dishing out some brutal shots of his own. Doomsday kept on going until the referee tried to break them up.

"Doomsday, let him outta the corner! I said let him out! C'mon! 1! 2! 3! 4!"

Doomsday moved away from Matt and bowed up onto the referee, puffing out his scarred chest. Referee James Greer, pointed to his shirt and pointed up defiantly at the Dominion of Pain member.

"Back up, Doomsday! Don't even think it!"

Doomsday visibly snorted, shaking his head violently as he stepped back towards Matt to continue his assault but Matt Klazzic was ready and waiting up on the top turnbuckle, diving off with a stunning cross body.

HANSON
"AND HERE COMES MATT WITH A CROSSBODY ON DOOMSDAY!!!! THE BIG MAN IS DOWN AND MATT MAKES THE COVER!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

Doomsday kicked out, shoving Matt right off of him.

REYNOLDS
"Gotta do more than that to keep him down, Matt!"

Throughout the match, Doomsday found out just how tough Matt Klazzic really was and how much he was able to dish out. Matt delivered more than his share of King's Road slams and drivers to the bigger man, beginning to visibly wear him down just as much as he was getting worn down himself by his opponent.

Near the end of the match, Matt Klazzic seemingly had Doomsday out on his feet after having worked his knees and his arm, just as Rick had reminded him to. However, as Matt Klazzic went for a Death Valley Driver, Doomsday fought his way off of him with repeated elbows to the side of the head until he was able to get down to his feet. He then grabbed Klazzic by the throat, calling for the chokeslam but Matt brought a double axe handle down onto his wrapped and braced bicep before irish whipping him into the ropes. Matt Klazzic quickly came off the other end of the ropes but Doomsday managed to hit him, out of nowhere, with a SPEAR!!!

HANSON
"SPEAR FROM DOOMSDAY!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"OUCH!!! THAT ONE HAD TO HURT!!!"

Clutching his arm, Doomsday climbed to his feet and called for the finish, before pulling Matt Klazzic up to his feet. Feeling like he was unable to go for The Fallout, Doomsday hoisted Matt up across his shoulders and, instead, delivered the ATOM BOMB, making sure Matt was positioned so that his good arm did most of the heavy work. Still, Doomsday clutched his weaker arm as he threw his body over Matt's.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Ghost's "Faith" filled the arena again as Doomsday picked himself up onto his knees, clutching his arm. Visibly out of breath and hurting. The monster is vulnerable.

HANSON
"Well that was one hell of a matchg both men put on. I imagine not the way Matt intended it to turn out."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, no shit."

As Doomsday pulled himself up to his feet, a boo came from the crowd as Belphegor, Doomsday's tag team partner, appeared on the stage and made his way down the ramp to join the older veteran in the ring. For a second, it looked like he was checking on the man and his injuries. Doomsday nodded before both men turned to look down at Matt Klazzic.

HANSON
"Aw, no. What now?"

REYNOLDS
"Get outta there, Matt!"

As Matt Klazzic started getting to his feet, Belphegor picked him up the rest of the way and delivered the Ninth Circle to him, right in the center of the ring. He and Doomsday then began a brutal two on one beatdown, stomping and kicking on Matt Klazzic. Doomsday went down to his knees and started raining elbows down on him with his good arm while Belphegor put the boots to Matt's midsection..

HANSON
"Aw jeez, and Rick Dickulous isn't here to help his friend out!! Someone's gotta stop this!!"

REYNOLDS
"Who's gonna put a stop to these two, Nicky? Huh---"


HANSON
"Wait, WHAT?!"

REYNOLDS
"AM I HEARING THINGS?!"

HANSON
"I don't think so, but...is this Matt's rescue?!"

As "ICHIBAN" thundered through the arena, Doomsday and Belphegor - collectively Ultra-Violence - lost interest in Matt Klazzic and both turned, immediately towards the entrance.

Up on the stage, Paul Heyman came walking out, applauding with a mock look of approval on his face, shaking his head in mock disbelief as he could be seen saying, "Outstanding! Fantastic! Superb!" Right there with him, also slow clapping, was Zack Sabre Jr, with a flat, bored expression on his face. And behind him...Minoru Suzuki, simply walking out with his tag team partner and manager at first. Both wrestlers in their track suits. The three men stopped on the stage as Ultra-Violence stepped away from Matt Klazzic, allowing him to roll out of the ring.

The Tag Team Champions were focused on their next challengers, now. Belphegor opened his arms out, sneering from under his face paint. Doomsday, despite his condition, held his bad arm against his midsection and beckoned with his other hand for Sabre and Suzuki to bring it.

On the stage, Suzuki looked down towards the ring with his head down but his eyes up. That cold, twisted grin of his playing on his face. Zack Sabre Jr exchanged looks with Suzuki and Heyman, amused that Ultra-Violence was ready to go now. "You mates keep those belts warm for us, yeah?" He called down the ramp.

Back in the ring, Doomsday pointed directly at Suzuki with his good arm. On the stage, Suzuki's grin grew as he licked his bottom lip in anticipation of their match to come in three weeks. He nodded to Doomsday before turning and leading the way for Heyman and Zack back towards the backstage area as the shot faded to a commercial.

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Shifting backstage, the camera found Adrianna Salvatore, still in her street clothes, walking through the hallway with dressing rooms. By street clothes, that meant one of her pairs of jeans that looked like she had escaped a bear attack from how many tears were in it and a sleeveless hoodie over a vintage Rammstein t-shirt. A noticeable difference was the red in her hair, replacing the green. She’d also apparently taken a buzzclip to the sides of her head but had one side covered with how she styled her hair to hang over one side of her head. Even then, it was barely noticeable underneath the black Unwanted skullcap on her head.

Passing several doors, the camera stopped with her at the door that read ‘SHELLEY SILVER.’ Without wasting a single second, Adrianna knocked on the door and waited.

Shelley wasn’t even sure why she actually went to Tokyo the previous week for the big pay-per-view of the company that she had left behind. In the end, it was to do what she had been doing ever since Ace King became a bigger star than she ever would be in the company… Accompanying him to the ring like a cheap valet. After making a snarky comment that she, once again, didn’t recognize anyone on her brand, she left EWC once again and went to rejoin N*FW for their weekly shows. She wasn’t even on the card this week, but she was loyal to the company and despite not actually knowing where they even were… she just had her manager book her flight and she slipped back into her routine, like nothing had changed.

Seeing as she how she wasn’t booked that night, Shelley hadn’t bothered changing into her ring gear, instead, she left it in her bag and relaxed in her championship suite for the night, looking forward to watching a good show. She wore a Super Mario 3 shirt with a pair of leggings as she sat back, glancing over to the door when she heard a knock and tilted her head. “It’s open!” she called out, figuring it was probably that pretty backstage interviewer.

Hearing that, Adrianna twisted the knob and entered the champion suite. “Hey, Shels.” Adrianna said, in greeting as her and the cameraman walked in with the tatted up woman closing the door. She looked around the room, itself with the smallest of smirks. They’d toured San Antonio before, the year before. Only back then, she’d been inside a room similar to this. It didn’t seem to bother her too much, though. She didn’t come here to reminisce about her days as Women’s Champion. Instead, she walked over to join Shelley, greeting her with a hug and a quick smooch on the cheek. Girl’s thing. “How was Tokyo?”

Shelley’s face brightened into a huge grin when she heard Adrianna’s voice hit the room like music to her ears. After greeting the younger girl, Shelley sat up a little. “Tokyo was beautiful, as always. Amazing fuckin’ show. I just wish that I could have been a part of it, like I had been planning on a few months ago. I had everything all planned out, but this happened instead,” she picked up the Silver Mountain Championship belt next to her and raised it up for the camera to see. “So not in any way a bad thing. Just not what I had sought out to do. Playing translator is always fun, too. I’m fairly sure that Mac hasn’t even bothered learning many languages in all of his years doing this.”

Adrianna smirked at the championship in Shelley’s hand and looked back over at her. “Well, just think. Next time we’re in Tokyo, you’ll be apart of the main card. I heard Brody and Hayes talking about the possibility of another When Worlds Collide show. They wanna go back to the Tokyo Dome with it.” Adrianna paused, going silent for a second as she seemed to be reminiscing. Last year in Tokyo was when she laid out Japan’s top Joshi star in less than five minutes. She shook her head then. She didn’t come here to think back on her own title reign. She needed Shelley’s help if she could give it. “Ignore me. I’m thinking back on shit that’s irrelevant. Anyway.” Adrianna lightly punched a hand into her palm to get down to business. “You know, tonight, I get what I’ve been scraping and clawing for, for about a month now, right?”

Shelley nodded slowly, “you get to settle your differences once and for all. Well… no, it won’t be.” She sighed, shaking her head. “You are currently even, but she won’t let it go and is making it look like you’re not letting it go. I may not remember most of what happened around here last year, but I know that much.” She slowly turned to look Adrianna directly in the eye, “where does it end?”

Adrianna stared back at Shelley, silently at first. That was a good question. Where did it end? When one of them were beaten so bad that they weren’t able to compete anymore? When they shook hands and decided to call it quits? Fat chance of the latter happening, even though it was what Ethan Skinner wanted. For some reason, that is. Adrianna sighed and shook her head. “I...I don’t know, Shels. I really don’t.” She sighed again, running her hands down her face in frustration. “I mean, you’re right. She’s not gonna stop. I can beat her ass senseless tonight like I’m going to and she’s still gonna keep coming. I mean…” She shrugged her shoulders. “Do I drop her on her neck like my dad did Abaddon? I don’t know. I wanted to come here and ask though; you know she doesn’t plan to be out there alone, by her little self. Nostalgia Ultra and Lara’s little walking STD are gonna be within the area. It probably goes without having to ask but...you got my back tonight?” She raised up a hand for Shelley to clasp.

Shelley smiled, taking Adrianna’s hand. “Me, Sloane, and the twins are going to be right there. I’m sure Angel’s squirrely ass will be right there, as well. She’s not actually cleared yet, either.” She took a deep breath, “maybe sometime Lara will come down from this little temper-tantrum, and we can both sit down and talk things through with her, but until that day comes, we just have to brace ourselves. You know… all while I have at least three title defenses already lined up.”

Adrianna shook her head. “I told Angel to hang back at the hotel while she’s still under rehab orders. Last thing I want is her getting sidelined long term.” Without missing a beat, then, Adrianna brought up an index finger and waved it at Shelley. “She misses you by the way, just so you know. I don’t know what’s going on in her little head, but you should go see her after tonight. Might make her feel better.”

When the subject moved to Shelley’s defense of the Silver Mountain Championship, Adrianna actually made a face that said not even she was worried for her friend. “What, you mean against--” Adrianna, to the humor of the fans, brought a black painted nail on her pinky up beside her mouth, Dr. Evil style and made a snooty face that, was surprisingly cute coming from her. “Oooh, I can piss away one million dollars!” Her expression returned to normal and she rolled her eyes, dropping her hand. “Call that one a warmup for when Skinner comes after you. Or if Rick asks for a rematch. Which, speaking of, I’m kinda shocked he hasn’t yet, but then there’s him and my dad and their whole little…” She didn’t use words but she pounded both of her fists together to insinuate heads banging together. Adrianna swore, sometimes, she was surrounded by a bunch of wild animals.

Shelley snorted, rolling her eyes. “Yes, silver spoon boy is getting the first shot at it. Honestly, I think that Ethan and Rick know that I’ll barely bat an eyelash going against him, and they want him to shut up just as much, if not more, than I do,” she shrugged, smirking. “I’m not too worried about him. I just have to think of some stipulations and find out when they want to make it happen.” She paused before a small smile came over all of her features, “and yeah, I’ll make sure to visit my little firecracker.”

Adrianna smiled again. “Good. She’s been driving me up the wall, asking about you.” That was an understatement, if there ever was one. Angel had been constantly running that damn translator app of hers in Adrianna’s ear in asking when Shelley was coming back. That made Adrianna’s head perk some as something else dawned on her. “Oh, and help her with her English. I love that baby girl to death but the voice on that app she uses is gonna make me break her phone.” Adrianna said with a small smirk. She knew Angel couldn’t help it. “So, we squared away for tonight?”

“I do believe we’re set,” Shelley nodded with a grin. “The best way to fight the numbers game is with larger numbers,” she turned to the camera, winking. “That way, mind games can’t always go as planned.” She let out a playful sigh, “and yes, I didn’t learn six languages to keep them to myself… or to speak Klingon in bed…”

Adrianna smiled, nodding as Shelley spoke until that last part where she looked directly at her with a face that said ‘really?’ “Klingon, Shels? Really? Is that a kink I don’t know about?” She said with a sly grin.

Shelley laughed, shaking her head. “It’s one of those unintentional things that happens sometimes. People seem to get a kick out of it.”

Adrianna thought about it and shook her head after a second. “It’s not the weirdest one out there.” She said, finally turning to Shelley and reaching out for a hug. “Anyway, I gotta go get ready. Thanks for having my back, gorgeous.” Adrianna hugged Shelley’s neck and excused herself from the locker room as the shot faded out.

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Outside in the ringside area of the arena, the buzz of the crowd is suddenly interrupted by the sound of "Devil's Sky", turning the buzz into a loud pop as the words "THE ELITE" appear up on the video wall.

REYNOLDS
"Whoa, what's going on now, Nicky?"

HANSON
"Well, it appears as though Kenny Omega is on his way out, Jim."

Nick Hanson answers with some snark to his tone.

REYNOLDS
"Dude, what the fuck is your problem?"

As Devil's Sky continues, Kenny Omega does indeed appear out on the stage. He's dressed in one of his own brand Elite shirts with blue jeans and black sneakers. He's not alone however, as both Young Bucks - Nick and Matt Jackson - are right there with him. They each wear matching Young Buck shirts of the latest release over their ring gear pants and tasseled boots. Neither of the three men look particularly happy as they make their way down to the ring.

HANSON
"Folks, if you're just joining us, here's Kenny Omega along with the Young Bucks, Nick and Matt Jackson. Last week, we saw that Prince Devitt, a long time friend of theirs was responsible for the backstage attacks on the Jackson brothers. Devitt revealed this when Kenny Omega came out to answer his demand to meet him in the ring, however, he did not get what he expected. Instead, he found out Devitt was the one who attacked his former Bullet Club associates, and not only that - he found out it was all a ruse. While Kenny was waiting for Devitt in the ring, the Real Shooter, as he is sometimes called, took the opportunity to attack Kenny Omega's tag team partner, Kota Ibushi."

By now, Kenny and the Jackson brothers have made it to the ring with Kenny asking for a microphone. Once he gets it in his hands, he signals for them to cut his music. Nick and Matt flank him on either side as he speaks.

"Devitt. I know you're here, you son of a bitch. The only difference is, tonight? You're not sneaking up on any of us. Kota's not here, tonight, obviously. He had to be given the week off thanks - largely - to you." Kenny motions towards the back with a hand, indicating Devitt. "But you know who's still here? I am. And look!" He thumbs to one side of him to Nick, then points to the other side with his index finger to Matt. "Nick and Matt are here, too!" Kenny stares up towards the stage with a sarcastic, wide eyed expression in mock surprise. "And like me, they are just dying to see you again! So please, why don't you---" Kenny stops short with Nick Jackson taps him on the shoulder and reaches out with a hand, asking for the microphone.

The look on his face, completely serious, is enough to prompt Kenny to hand the microphone over and give him a supportive slap on the arm. Nick looks around at the crowd with a look mixed with anger and hurt. Despite this, he and the other two have the full support of the San Antonio crowd.

THE! ELITE! THE-THE! ELITE!

THE! ELITE! THE-THE! ELITE!

Nick manages a smile despite looking like a part of his heart has been ripped out. He puts on an angry face, finding his gall and raises the mic to his mouth. "Devitt...man. I don't know what the hell has even gotten into you, bro." He looks to Matt as if for his thoughts or an explanation. Matt has a similar look on his face and just shakes his head. Nick turns to the stage. "We were like a family, Dev. A Family!! Not like most other groups in this sport. We were like this!" He brings up his index and middle fingers, pressed together. "Every one of us! Matt and I sat and we watched you win the championship after you had left. All of us did! It was like a Bullet Club block party, man! We sent you the pictures! All of us were there! We were there, cheering you on from across the Pacific! But now...for some reason...you go and do this? What the hell, man?" Nick shakes his head, lowering the mic.

Matt Jackson, his brother, steps up and politely takes the mic from Nick. He stares right down the ramp at the stage, raising it to his mouth. "I don't have too much to say, Dev. Kenny and Nick already said it, so I'll get right to the point of why we're out here. No light show. No smoke and mirrors. You've got one minute to get out here and start talking. Or we're gonna come back there and beat it out of you." Matt drops the microphone with a reverberating 'thud' and steps back to stand beside Kenny, opening his arms out...waiting.

*The Tron suddenly comes on and we see Prince Devitt standing alone in the interview area, not looking as amused as he did last week.*

HANSON
"Well, there he is! Is he gonna talk this time?!"

REYNOLDS
"Shhhhh!"

"Well, look it all of us. Together in the same arena again for the first time in who can remember?" Devitt says.

"You're all looking well, there. It's nice to see things haven't changed much there with you boys. Nick and Matt Buck still trying to play the serious part but focused on making that honest buck. And you, Kenny, you're still blaming everyone else under the sun for your losses. I want to state for the record, on my honor, that I didn't cause you to lose your match against Lasher two weeks ago. And I certainly had nothing to do with those attacks on your boys there and your boyfriend last week. Give Ibushi my regards when you see him, yah?" Devitt says speaking with his distinct accent.

"But I know you boys aren't here to reminisce about the good old days in Japan. No, you're all wondering why am I here? And to be honest with you, I'm here to right a wrong. I'm here to take something back that I should never have relinquished in the beginning. You see when I left, or better yet when I was literally kicked out by Nick and Matt there, I thought I left things in good hands. 'Don't worry' you guys said. 'We'll do you proud' you guys said. And you know? You guys were right. I watched from a distance as you guys did take things to the next level. You even started bringing in some of your pals and had them join The Club.

But something happened along the way. You guys took the original vision of the club and you warped it. You skewered it. You turned the club into your own personal stomping ground to elevate yourselves at the expense of those that came before you," Devitt says as the tone in his voice gets more serious.

"You took something that was born out of brotherhood and solidarity and you turned it into your own cash cow. You turned it into a mainstream fad, with little high school brats and keyboard warriors being able to go to any mall in the States and buy your merch so you can pocket your cash. That was the worse part. You marginalized your native brothers and used the Club as your springboard to elevate yourselves and get you over. And now look at you, when you had no use for them, you kicked them aside like you did everyone else before you and made yourselves the focal point. You stepped on and over your brothers in the process," Devitt says sternly as he glares into the camera.

“So now you say that you're done. You're 'all in' with being Elite now. That is your club, and those are your brothers. I'm here to tell you that the Club's not done with you, and now, neither am I. You see, Kenny? I ran into a couple of brothers who were sick and fed up with what you and your boys did with Bullet Club. I think they want to reintroduce themselves to you, right now?”

*The arena lights go out and we hear "GOD (Firing Squad)" play in the arena as we see Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa making their way to the ring, complete with their masks. The two skulk their way to the ring and stop at the end of the rampway and take off their masks, before the two of them stand on the apron, resulting in the Bucks and Omega assuming defensive stances as a standoff ensues in the ring. The arena lights come back on and we see Devitt back on the tron.*

"Whoa, now wait a second here. When I said I ran into an old friend and his brother, I wasn't talking about the G.O.D.," Devitt says as he flashes a wry smile.

REYNOLDS
"What is he talk---"

HANSON
"HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!!!!"

*And then on cue, the Bucks and Omega are attacked from behind by a returning Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows as the Guerrillas of Destiny also hit the ring and a four-on-three beatdown is on.

HANSON
"THAT'S LUKE GALLOWS!!!!! AND MACHINEGUN KARL ANDERSON!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HOLY CRAP, NICKY!! I DIDN'T THINK WE'D EVER SEE THEM HERE!!!"

Tanga Loa and Tama Tonga toss both Omega and Matt Jackson in the ring at the mercy of Gallows and Anderson. Gallows picks up Nick, who stands wearily in the ring for a moment before taking a Gun Stun from Anderson as the camera shifts to Omega and Matt getting run into the ringside railings.

HANSON
"OHHHH MAN!!! RIGHT INTO THE SECURITY RAILING!!! AND THEY DON'T LOOK FINISHED!!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, not by a long shit, Nicky! Bullet Club is beating the HELL out of The Elite!!"

Back in the ring, Gallows picks up Nick and the two of them hit a Magic Killer on Nick as the Tama and Loa clap outside of the ring. Anderson gestures the two to come in the ring as they throw Matt into the ring. Gallows and Anderson step aside as it's not Tama Tonga's turn to execute a Gun Stun on Matt as Gallows stomps on a defenseless Nick Jackson and Anderson slides Omega back into the ring. The Guerrillas then pick up Matt and execute a super powerbomb.

HANSON & REYNOLDS
"OHHHH!!!"

HANSON
"SUPER POWERBOMB TO MATT JACKSON!!"

Omega is thrown into the center of the ring as the four men stand together and give each other the too sweet gesture before the point to the rampway as we see Fale walking from the side of rampway and we see Devitt sitting on Fale's shoulders as he makes his way to about halfway down the ramp with a mic in his hand.

HANSON
"Oh, here comes Devitt, now that the opposition is taken care of! And he's with Bad Luck Fale. Of course!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, that image bring back the old days, Nicky?"

HANSON
"Devitt riding high and proud on the Underboss' shoulders. You're damn right it does!! It's like the formation of Bullet Club all over again!"

He gestures a thumbs up as Gallows and Anderson pick up Omega and gives the thumbs down as they execute one last Magic Killer on Omega as Tama and Loa clap in approval. Fale walks down and stops at the ring apron as Devitt gets off Fale's shoulders and stands on the apron. He looks around with a cocky grin on his face as the booes rain down from the crowd as he holds the mic in his hand.

"I'm a man of my word 'champ,' I told you I had nothing to do with the attacks on your boys these last few weeks. I guess now you and everyone else here know who did...," Devitt says with a smirk as he drops the mic and steps off the ring apron as "Real Rock N' Rolla" starts to play in the arena asall six men make their way back up the rampway as backstage officials and agents run past them and hit the ring. All six men stand together and give one last too sweet sign to each other before finally going back through the curtain as the camera shifts its focus back to the ring and Omega and the Bucks being checked on.

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As the show returned from a commercial break, The Internet's "Get Away" poured from the speakers as the lights changed, indicating the arrival of the next match competitors. As the bass heavy song thumped through the arena speakers, the tag team of Nostalgia Ultra walked out onto the stage, now seen in their ring gear. Coming to the center, TyAnna Jupiter positioned herself with her back to the ramp, performing her signature entrance of flipping her hair back over her shoulder and winking at the camera. Beside her, Futura Soli smiled at her partner with a look that said it all - 'that's mine.' Her face turned to a serious, all business scowl as she looked out at the audience.

ARDEN
"The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first...from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...she is the Guardian of Love...the Protector of Beauty...TYANNA....JUPITER!! And her tag team partner...residing in Chicago, Illinois...FUTURA...'PINK MATTER'...SOLI!! THEY ARE...NOSTALGIAAAAAAAAAA UUULLLLLTRAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

By the time Roger Arden finished the announcement, TyAnna and Futura were already strutting confidently down the ramp, towards the ring. Ready to get down to business when that bell rang.

REYNOLDS
"Nicky...."

HANSON
"Jesus, what Jim? What are you gonna say?"

REYNOLDS
"I think I wanna get away with these ladies."

HANSON
"Of course you do. Good luck with that."

REYNOLDS
"Hey Nicky?"

HANSON
"Lemme guess; 'fuck you, Nicky'?"

REYNOLDS
"Nah, man. I actually wanted to say I just noticed your tie. That's pretty nice, man."

HANSON
"Really?"

REYNOLDS
"HAHAHA, APRIL FOOLS! FUCK YOU, NICKY!!"

Nick Hanson says nothing but we can only assume he's rolling his eyes at James Reynolds as the camera keeps focused on Nostalgia Ultra as they enter the ring, coming to do their pose in the center before moving to their corner, removing their entrance gear.

The arena darkens with the music starting at the same instant. At the 0:18 mark, the multicolored light effect seen in each girl's solo entrance kicks in and lights up the stage. Shortly after, at 0:24, Kayako Kazama comes running through the curtain, all smiles, pumping her fist in the air.

Next comes Masami Nishikiyama, through the curtain before going into the spin she does on the balls of her feet with her arms out.

While she's still in the process of twirling, Yuka Hirata emerges coolly, having since showered and changed after her match with Ryan Steele. She now wears a pair of black cargo shorts, a large white K-DUB SHINE t-shirt and a backwards red baseball cap.

Together, the three turn and stick their hands in a circle and perform their team chant. At 0:49 into the song, the three girls turn, Yuka leading the way and Masami following behind while Kayako brings up the rear, 'skipping' along with her hands behind her back.

"Their opponents! Making their way to the ring! From Japan! Being lead to the ring by Yuka Hirata!! KAYAKO - KAZAMAAAAAA...and...MAAASAAAAMI NIIISHIKIYAAAMA...THEY! ARE! S-B-S!! THE SUUUUUPER BITCH SQUUUAAAAAAAD!!!!"

One by one, as they reach the ring, they enter it as seen in each of their solo entrances: Yuka picks up into a jog and slides in sideways under the bottom rope as if she were set for a match again. She hops to her feet, grinning wickedly at TyAnna and Futura. Masami rushes up the steps and enters normally. Kayako skips along to the right side of the ring, 'slipping' as she climbs up on the apron. She gives an adorable 'oops' look at the crowd before daintily entering under the middle rope.

Once all three of them are in the ring, they meet in the middle for a pose. Masami stands tall, flexing up her arms. Yuka scowls ahead of her with her arms spread out and nodding her head over at her two friends. Kayako, meanwhile, leans back against Masami like a human wall and brings up one hand in a 'peace sign' with an adorable yet devious little smile.

As the music faded out and the lights returned to normal, Yuka Hirata exited the ring and returned to the floor while Masami Nishikiyama and Futura Soli started the match off.

~DING DING DING~

Between SBS and Nostalgia Ultra, both teams were absolutely ready for each other. Masami came at Futura with her technical wrestling and raw power that she had quickly become known for but Futura evened things out with her stiff strikes and her own mat wrestling abilities.

Futura's temper came into play when it became clear that Masami was the stronger of the two and was able to overpower her in the mat wrestling department. This was where TyAnna Jupiter was first tagged in and things began to dip over in Nostalgia Ultra's favor as Futura had remained in the match long enough for Masami to start tiring just a little while TyAnna was fresh from the apron.

Kayako first entered the match, hot tagging herself in when Masami got whipped into their corner. The smaller girl hopped up onto the turnbuckle and leaped off right at TyAnna who plucked her out of the air and went for a swinging sidewalk slam. Kayako used her momentum, however, to reverse it into a headscissor takedown, sending TyAnna to the mat against the ropes. She wasted no time, then, showing her savage side as she ran in and went straight to putting the boots right to her. Not just stomping. But straight up, savage, uncontrollable kicking as well. That hidden 'unhinged' side of Kayako beginning to show when she got into the ring. Between the referee and Futura Soli on the apron is what it took to get Kayako to back off before the 5 count. She backed off then, only to run across the ring and come off the ropes.

HANSON
"This girl is insane, Jim!!!! WATCH OUT, HERE SHE COMES!!!!"

"IKOUZEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!" Kayako shrieked at the top of her lungs, running in for another hard strike on TyAnna while she was down on the ropes. Before Kayako could hit her mark however, there was Futura, running along the apron to intercept her with a pop up kick right to the head that knocked her back. This sent Masami into a fit of anger, watching the littlest member of the SBS trio hit the mat ala' Ric Flair. The Queen of Brawn Style entered the ring and came rushing across with primal cry and delivered a big boot to Futura, knocking her off the apron.

HANSON
"AND DOWN GOES FUTURA SOLI, RIGHT AFTER DROPPING KAYAKO KAZAMA!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, I love Nostalgia Ultra, but you don't just kick a little cutie in the face like that! You're liable to get rocked by the Queen!"

Masami took a second to check on Kayako, despite the referee ordering her out. When Kayako got up to one knee, Masami relented and started to back off only to turn right into a SUPERKICK from TyAnna Jupiter who was back on her feet.

Seeing this, Kayako was the one who flew into a rage now and jumped right into TyAnna, throwing forearms at her while TyAnna caught her in her arms and was able to power her over into the turnbuckle, ramming her into the corner. She then set her down on her feet and turned the hold into a Fisherman Suplex, flattening Kayako onto the mat.

The match continued much like this, back and forth between the two teams, growing more violent while Yuka Hirata looked on with watchful eyes.

After several more exchanges between team members, tag swaps, and all four women just out right beating the hell out of each other, the match was concluded as Kayako went for the Throwback on TyAnna Jupiter. Her smaller size in comparison to TyAnna, however, made for an easy reversal where TyAnna stayed on her feet and Kayako landed flat on her back onto the mat. As soon as she sat up with that heartbreaking cry and a hand on her back, TyAnna pulled her up to her feet, clutching her wrist. She whipped her out and pulled her right back in, ripcord style for the---

HANSON
"SUPREME THUNDER TO KAZAMA BY JUPITER AND THAT'S GONNA BE IT!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

The Internet's "Get Away" immediately picked up over the speakers again as TyAnna rolled over, sitting up on the mat as Kayako clutched her midsection and rolled away from her. TyAnna nodded to the audience with a cold, determined sneer on her face as Futura came in to help her girl to her feet.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are you winners....TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli....NOSTALGIAAAAAAAAA UUUUUUUULTRRRRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

Nostalgia Ultra posed in the ring, victoriously, sharing a hug and a quick kiss while Yuka Hirata and Masami Nishikiyama pulled Kayako Kazama out of the ring and got her situated on her feet. Surprisingly (and oddly adorably) the little lolita dressed girl went into a childlike fit of rage at losing. Stomping her foot down and flailing her hands downward as she yelled in Japanese. She looked down, pouting and stormed off much like a kid who didn't get their way, heading up the ramp.

HANSON
"Well she doesn't look happy."

REYNOLDS
"Haha, right? Like a kid who got their favorite toy taken away."

HANSON
"Well, Nostalgia Ultra are three and oh here in NFW. Very impressive."

REYNOLDS
"Kinda like Jag'hatai almost except they'e nice to look at. I mean, Elizavetta's nice to look at too but she doesn't wrestle."

HANSON
"Of course, Jim."

As Nostalgia Ultra continued their celebration, Masami Nishikiyama, looking between a mix of disappointed at the loss but amused at Kayako's reaction, briskly walked after her. Meanwhile, Yuka Hirata backed up the ramp, watching Nostalgia Ultra with a sly grin on her face. She was thinking something as she finally turned back and followed after her friends.

Winners: Nostalgia Ultra
Time: 14:28

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The camera switched over to a closeup of the center plate on the NFW Women's TV Championship. Fans in the audience popped as they knew who this meant.

As the camera panned back, the title belt was revealed, sitting on a locker room bench. Morgan Payne, the champion herself, sat beside the belt, pulling her gloves on over her hands. Strapping them on, she flexed her fingers in and out, testing the fit. Finally, she looked over at the Women's TV title and reached over to pick it up. Morgan held it in front of her, staring down at the center plate with an adorable, hard to contain giggle. Like she still couldn't believe it. She brought the title to her chest in a hug, biting her bottom lip during her grin.

"Well damn, if THAT'S not the cutest thing I've seen in my life..." Leaning against the doorframe, Marissa crossed her arms over her chest, an unusually happy smile on her face. She was already raring to go, fully dressed for battle in her black and gold tights, matching kickpads, and a tight Iron Maiden "Somewhere In Time" tee over a black sports bra. "Look at that... my sister, a champion. I'm so goddamn proud of you..."

Morgan looked up at Marissa with a slightly embarrassed smile on her face. She could only guess how silly she looked, hugging a championship belt like it was her favorite stuffed animal. But she certainly treated it like one! "Mari...thanks. Fo' real." She held the belt in her lap and looked down at it again. "Janno, I still keep expectin' t'wake up and find aht dis is just a dream? Like dis is gunna be gone and not on my pillow where I left it." Morgan stopped and went wide eyed in embarrassment. Did she just openly let it slip that she sleeps with her title next to her?! "U-uhhh...I mean...!"

"Hey. I ain't saying a word." Marissa laughed, effortless kicking one foot up, heel above her head and against the wall, stretching as they talked. "I just like seeing you this happy. Reminds me of when we were kids, the look you'd have on your face when someone gave you a REALLY bad-ass birthday gift."

Morgan's eyes lit up, happily. "'Ey, nothin'll beat dat yea' when you an' me went to see Maiden wit backstage passes. We had ta drive ta Philly an it was months before my actual birthday. Butchu was like 'Mor, pack an overnight bag and les' roll!' An' I was like 'whattahell ah we doin?' We got in the cah and ya told me ta getcha shades ahtta da glove box. I pulled out the envelope like 'fahk is dis?' An' ya just grinned an' said 'happy early birthday, it's tahm t'fuckin rock!'" Morgan grinned cutely after going off on one of her nearly incomprehensible Burghese spills. She adored that memory though. More than she even adored having her belt. Morgan got up, finally, walking over to Marissa and waiting for her to finish her stretch before she hugged her. "Janno yer da best sista someone like me could ever ask for, right?"

Morgan was getting sappy again, but she meant it. She let go of Marissa after a minute and looked at her belt again. "An' janno if ya evah want a crack at dis...." She patted the center plate, looking at Marissa while doing so with total sincerity in her eyes. A look that said she felt she owed the girl so much. "It's all yours."

"No way." Marissa said, not even having to think about it. "I don't ever want to fight you, unless we literally HAVE to." Marissa wanted to be a champion, sure... but this? Seeing Morgan this happy? Was worth SO much more. "So, we going out after the show later?"

Morgan gave Marissa a look like being told she never wanted to fight her was one of the sweetest things she'd ever heard. She moved the championship up onto her left shoulder and gave Marissa a one armed hug. "Janno it. Ya ain't even gotta ask." A sly little grin came over her cute features then and she nudged Marissa with an elbow. "So 'ey. 'Fore I go aht and meet Kennedy. 'Sup wif you an' lil British chick? Whas her name? Sam? Didyins have fun da otha night?" She grinned at Marissa, obviously wanting to know details, within reason. Morgan wasn't the only one who seemed happier. She'd noticed that her sister from another mister had a smile on her face more often, lately.

Hilariously, the moment Morgan asked if she'd had a good time, a deep blush came over Marissa's cheeks. "We're talking about you here!" She replied, damn-near flailing a little. Clearly she wasn't used to even having these kind of feelings, much less talking about them.

Morgan's head fell back as she stifled a hysterical laugh, putting a gloved hand over her mouth before leaning on Marissa's shoulder with a forearm. "A'ight, a'ight! Faih enuff. But 'ey. Anytime, yins wanna chill by yaselves, I unnastand. Jussso janno." A knock at the door made Morgan's head whip around. "Whattaya want?!"

Outside, on the other side of the door, a crew member called. "You're up in five, Payne!"

"Yea yea! I'll be aht inna minute!" Morgan yelled back before looking to Marissa and rolling her eyes. "Anyway. Y'anna come aht wif me or ya expectin' company?" She wasn't gonna let up on teasing her bestie, it seemed, as she nudged Marissa playfully again.

"Oh, you bitch." Marissa laughed, rolling her eyes. "Of course I'm coming to the ring with you. That's why I'm all set here. As always... I got your back."

Morgan gave an impish grin and giggle, throwing her arm around Marissa's shoulders. "Janno I gotta fahk wif you, Mar. Issmah job as ya sistah." She said, as the two walked out of the locker room.

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Cutting back to ringside, Roger Arden stands in the center of the ring again with the microphone as he raises it up under his mouth.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen! This next match is scheduled for one fall!"

He pauses.

CROWD
"ONE FALL!!!"

ARDEN
(Smirking in amusement)
"And it is for the New Frontier Wrestling Women's Television Championship!!!!"


REYNOLDS
"Well, here we go, Nicky! First of two title shots on the line, tonight!"

HANSON
"Same as always, partner. Only this time, we've got a new Women's TV Champion in Morgan Payne."

REYNOLDS
"Does she have a hot goth chick to make out with again, this week? Ooh or maybe Kennedy does!"

HANSON
"Oh, you stop it."

As David Banner's "I Ain't Got Nothin'" plays through the arena, The Great White North's Kennedy Campbell comes strutting out onto the stage. A mix of sexy and adorable as she smiles and plays to the crowd.

ARDEN
"Introducing first, the challenger!! From Canada...representing the Great White North!! KENNEDYYYYY CAMPBEEEEEEEELL!!!!!!!"

Kennedy played to the crowd some more on the stage while Roger Arden announced her before starting down the ramp and slid into the ring, all smiles and positive energy but ready for the task ahead of her. She removed her entrance gear, stepping back into her corner, bobbing her head to her music until it faded out and the lights returned to normal.


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

HANSON
"And the champion, folks uhhhh...sharing a drink with the fans as always, I guess?"

REYNOLDS
"I'd share a drink with her."

HANSON
"She'd probably throw one in your face."

REYNOLDS
"HEY!"

Upon reaching the barricade, Morgan hoists herself up onto it and yells to the crowd before throwing up the horns, turning her attention to the ring as she focuses on the ring. Morgan circles the ring halfway, slapping hands with a look of focus and higher confidence on her face as she looks into the ring. She smiles at Kennedy Campbell, pounds her chest over the belt with her fist and points at her. 'Sup girl?' She then hops up onto the ring apron and enters under the top rope, hopping on the balls of her feet as she moves to her corner, removing her hat and jacket which she hands to Marissa Payne. Morgan then unstraps the championship belt from around her chest. She looks down at the center plate and takes a deep breath before handing it to Referee Akiyama who holds it up to display to the crowd. After the ref hands the belt off to the timekeeper, she motions for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Before the two even started, they circled the ring, waiting to hit the initial lockup. Morgan briefly went out of her stance, however and held out her fists towards Kennedy for a bump. Smiling, Kennedy gladly returned the gesture, fist bumping her opponent. The crowd applauded.

HANSON
"That's what I'm talking about. There you go!"

REYNOLDS
"For fuck's sake, just get started already! I wanna see a chick fight!"

Kennedy Campbell was certainly a worthwhile first challenger for Morgan Payne and the Women's TV Championship. The two ladies started the match with a standard lockup that saw Kennedy use her smaller stature and quick agility to win the initial battle, wrenching one of Morgan's arms in a wristlock.

Kennedy finished the start off with an armdrag of which Morgan popped right up out of and came running at her. Kennedy hit her with another armdrag. Then another. And another. Kennedy had a full head of steam as she initially threw Morgan for a loop until she came off the ropes on her own and ran right into Morgan's arms and received an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.

Rather than go right at her and show her violent side, Morgan waited for Kennedy to get up and held her hands out wide and apart, looking for a test of strength from her challenger. Kennedy tentatively reached her hands out, locking fingers with Morgan on the lower hand and cautiously reached up for the other. Right before they touched, however, Kennedy shot around behind Morgan and hit her with a low wrestling takedown, crawling over the girl and back in front of her with an amused smirk on her face. She knew she wasn't going to win in a straight up strength game. She smiled a little at Morgan, silently telling her this. Just slightly frustrated that her ruse didn't work, Morgan nodded at Kennedy. 'Ya got me, there.'

The match continued on, technical agility from Kennedy Campbell versus power and brawling with a little bit of technical on Morgan Payne's side, as well. Kennedy was clearly working on trying to tire Morgan out and wear down an arm and a leg so she would have trouble tossing and slamming her around. Fans saw the respect that the House of Payne and Great White North had for one another, however, when Morgan flipped the tables back around and hit Kennedy with the Yoy Yoy Double Yoy, sending Kennedy tumbling out of the ring right at Marissa Payne's feet.

Marissa IMMEDIATELY stepped back out of the way, and raised her hands to show the referee she meant no trouble towards Kennedy. Kennedy got to her feet and saw this, slowly nodding to Marissa before getting back into the ring.

Kennedy continued to take the fight to Morgan but tonight was a night where strength did overcome speed and, as Kennedy Campbell went for, what looked like an Olympic Slam of some sorts, Morgan slipped off of her shoulders, landing behind her and hoisted her up across her own shoulders, delivering the Downtown After Dark, or rather the---

HANSON
"DAHNTAHN AFTER DAHK!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Don't you EVER attempt that accent, again, Nicky!"

HANSON
"DEAH'S DAH COVAH!!!"

REYNOLDS
"SHUT-THE FUCK-UP, NICKY!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Ill Nino's "Sangre" ripped through the arena again as Morgan Payne uncovered Kennedy Campbell and fell back onto the mat, panting. Sweat ran down her face as she brought a hand up to her forehead in disbelief. Almost as much as disbelief as she had the previous week.

ARDEN
"Here is your winner...AAAAAAAND STIIIIIIILLLL...NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING'S WOMEN'S TELEVISION CHAMPION....MOOOORGAAAAAAAN....PAAAAAAAAAYNE!!!!!"

She sat up slowly as the referee brought her the title belt, placing it in her arms while Marissa Payne came over and pulled her to her feet into a hug, patting her back and kissing her cheek. Morgan stumbled back, exhausted as she nodded at the title in her hands before raising it over her head. Only for a moment though as she walked over to the corner where Kennedy Campbell had sat to catch her breath and leaned over, offering out a hand to help her up. Kennedy accepted and Morgan pulled her into a hug of their own before giving her a fist bump. Kennedy, not victorious but with her head still held high, gave Morgan the ring to celebrate her victory as the shot faded to a commercial.

Winner: Morgan Payne (Still Champion)
Time: 12:06

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The camera angle cut to the inside of a locker room where Adrianna Salvatore was seen, already in her ring gear, wrapping her left hand in black hand tape. The dye in her hair had been changed from green to red and there was a noticeable difference in style as she had apparently shaved an undercut into the sides. This was apparent as her hair was flipped over onto one side, exposing one side of her buzzed head. Black painted lips rested in a mutual expression as she tore off the roll of tape and adhered it to the rest of what was around her wrist before punching that hand into the unwrapped palm of the other hand.

She clenched her teeth with that wicked smile of hers. From just behind the camera, then, the voice of Josh Davidson spoke up.

“Adrianna, you look like you’re all set for your match against Lara Blackheart, tonight.”

“Oh, you’re fucking right, I’m ready.” Adrianna looked up, passed the camera at the offscreen interviewer. There was something different about her, tonight. This wasn’t the broken, emotional wreck that fans had seen the passed few weeks. A fire burned hot in the Queen of Anarchy’s eyes that said she was ready for war.

“See, I’ve been listening...” She straightened in her seat on the bench and rested her hands on her knees, “...to Lara Blackheart run her fucking mouth week after week. I’ve had to put up with her shit on social media, mocking me for a pain that I can’t help but feel. But I realized something just the other day; grieving over that pain when I’m here?” She pointed to the floor, indicating the arena. “It gets me nowhere. If anything it costs more than I get out of it. Two weeks ago, it cost me a victory against her two little errand bitches. It almost cost me more but, of all people, Lara’s ‘big brother’ Ethan Skinner comes to the rescue because he has some delusion that I need to work directly with my family to give a shit about them. My brother and I need to join the Dominion of Pain, he says, because of our father.”

Adrianna’s eyes locked onto the camera directly. “Motherfucker, let me tell you about my father, because you don’t know shit about him! He’s big. He’s tough. But he’s not well! He has it in his head that he can do this forever. It happens when you live this career for so long. If we’re being honest, I’ll probably develop that mindset, too. But right now, my eyes are open enough that I can see he has no business doing this with the shape he’s in. Internally. But Lara. You. You got so upset when your mom took a bump in the ring, you had to call Judas up and cry for him to come help because apparently there was nobody else to do it. You could have gone to the Paynes!”

She shot out an arm, as if the Payne family were right there. Big D, The Punisher and Shelton. They would have gladly done the favor for you. And you could have had Rissa and Morgan come after me and Mia. Or, you know, come at us full on with Shelley. But you had to damn the entire goddamn company by bringing in Judas and the Dominion. Believe me. Part of me gets it. You wanted blood. But you know damn well, Lara - you know DAMN well - that in bringing in Judas, bringing in Aunt Lee, bringing in Buzzsaw, Crimson, all of them, you knew my father, beaten up as he is, wouldn’t hesitate to answer the phone when Judas called him up. And then Judas brings in Ethan.”

Adrianna shrugged up one hand dismissively, dropping it back down. “A guy who thinks he’s so goddamn smart that he can get into people’s heads and guilt trip them into thinking it’s their fault for brash decisions that their family makes.” She jerked a finger up into the lens. “I know about your goddamn ritual! Ethan’s mouth is too big to keep secrets and when I demanded answers from my father, I managed to squeeze it out of him! You wanna burn trinkets you don’t want anymore? Go ahead, I don’t give a shit. But that was his wedding ring that my mother put on his finger when they said their vows! And he burned it in a fire because he got it in his head it would make him tougher? The only thing it did was take away all he had left of her. That’s what you all did! So you wanna talk about how you love seeing the fire in my eyes?”

She raised a finger and pointed at herself. “Well, take a good...hard...fucking...look.... Because, you’re gonna be staring into the eyes of your end, tonight. I’m taking you down, Lara. For Mia, for my father, for myself. I am taking Every. Fucking. Last. One of you DOWN!!”

As Adrianna finished, she got closer and closer into the camera lens until her sneering face was right there. She only relaxed when a knock at the door was heard. Adrianna sighed and composed herself as she stepped back from the camera. “Yeah, come in.” She said, looking to Josh Davidson behind the camera. “You. Get the hell out.”

"Adrianna?" Chris Wolfe opened the door slightly, just enough to pop his head in. "You a'ight in here, babe? I can come back if you need to be alone..." Normally, Chris wasn't unnerved by anyone. Not even the biggest or baddest opponent, much less one of his best friends. But he'd seen this side of Adrianna before, when both were members of The Circle of Snakes. And seeing it now, when both had put that part of their lives behind them? Scared the shit out of him.

Adrianna's demeanor changed like a switch when she realized who it was at her door. Her hateful scowl softened into a more relaxed state. It was like seeing someone she cared about reminded her not to go too far down that dark path again. "No, but you can come here and give me a hug, stranger." Adrianna said to her friend who, really, she hadn't seen much of lately in between him supporting his girlfriend, Aubrey Cassidy over at her fed as well as her own reclusive behavior ever since Mia had been taken out by Lara Blackheart and Aubrey's sister, Penelope.

Adrianna hugged Chris, a man who felt more like a brother to her lately than her own blood brother, Nico, squeezing and patting his back. "How ya doin', man? Been missing you around here. How's your girl?" Even though it wasn't as if Chris Wolfe hadn't been around each week to defend his belt.

"Good, good. Just trying to think of a way to get some better competition for my title." He said, cracking his knuckles absently before giving her a big, affectionate hug. "No offense to anyone I've fought so far... but damn. Buzzsaw fought everyone they could throw at him, and I want to continue that quality in my reign." He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "You ready for tonight, girl? You can't go into this unfocused. She'll beat you and beat you easily if she gets in your head."

"Hey, Pentagon Jr's no slouch." Adrianna said, raising her eyebrows to Chris. "We've both seen what he's capable of. Don't sleep on him out there." She said with a small smirk following her words. Chris had a tough challenger tonight, she knew, but she was confident he could pull it off, still. What she needed to really focus on, was Lara. Just like she'd been telling herself. She turned serious again and nodded. "I'm good, I think. I know she doesn't plan on doing this alone. She's got her girls. I've got mine." Shelley and Kimi, as Shelley had told her, were ready and waiting in case anything popped off. Again, though, Angel wasn't there so if all of Sex & Violence got involved, it was going to be four on three. Nostalgia Ultra weren't just another tag team, though, either. They were like two goddamn forces of nature, just like some people thought of herself as. Adrianna shook her head, then. "I'm not gonna let her get into my head. Not anymore. She won't have the opportunity to play mind games when I'm coming at her with everything I've got." That look of hers during the camera interview was slowly starting to come back.

"You just remember that if The Dominion gets involved? I'm there for you. A'ight?" Chris asked, meaning that entirely. He really did NOT want to be in another war... but if his friend needed him? He'd be there in a heartbeat. "I ain't gonna let anyone hurt you if I can help it."

"I know, man." Adrianna said, clasping hands with Chris and giving a long dap hug to him. "I hope you don't have to get involved but I know you've got my back, as always. Ride or die." She finished the dap with a fist bump.

"Damn right, girl. Ride or die." For the most part, Chris cursed the part of his career he'd wasted listening to Abaddon. But the one blessing that had come from it was his friendship with Adrianna. One of the only people he'd legitimately die for if needed. "Promise me you'll keep your cool out there. I don't wanna worry about you more than I already am."

Adrianna sighed, realizing that was going to be easier said than done, what Chris wanted. But she nodded. "I'm gonna try to. I don't wanna go down that path again." She closed her eyes and exhaled before opening them. She didn't like becoming that person. "Just...no offense to you, or to Rissa and Morgan...or to Shelley...Angel. It just seemed easier to keep myself in check when she was around. And now, she's not." Morgan sighed again before suddenly, almost shockingly, reaching up and giving herself a slap in the face to psyche herself up. "Fuck, man." She cleared her throat, fighting her emotions before looking back up at Chris. "Anyway, bro. You gotta get out there. You've gotta show Pentagon Jr that he's finally got something to fear. Get your ass out there, huff, puff and blow that motherfucker down."

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At the sound of music the NFW universe had never heard within their territory before, fans familiar with it from other companies went into a pop as the lights dimmed down, displaying a familiar catchphrase on the video wall.

~CERO MIEDO!~

To the roar of the crowd, the luchadore Pentagon Jr comes walking out onto the stage, looking around and nodding in approval at the ovation he's given before coming to the center of the stage. He throws up his hand before bringing it down as the entire audience says it with him:

"CERO!!!"

"MIEDOOOOOO!!!"

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Television Championship!! Introducing first - the challenger!! From Xalapa, Veracruz Mexico!! Weighing in at two hundred and seven pounds!! He is the man with no fear! Please welcome, in his NFW debut: PENTAGOOOOOOOON JUUUUUUNIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!!!"

HANSON
"So Pentagon Jr is Chris Wolfe's challenger for the Television Championship, this week. Wow, I'm excited for this one!!"

REYNOLDS
"Pentagon Jr will have Cero Miedo towards the Big Bad Wolfe!"

HANSON
"Nice...."

REYNOLDS
"Is that an April Fool's joke?"

HANSON
"No, that was actually good."

Pentagon Jr reaches and enters the ring, throwing up the Cero Miedo gesture in the center of the ring again before moving to his corner and watching the stage with those piercing white eyes.


The crowd goes into a pop as Fort Minor's "Remember The Name" fills the arena. Without any real time wasted, as soon as the lyrics start, the NFW Televison Champion, Chris Wolfe comes out on stage, pumped up as always. He cups his hands over his mouth and shouts to the crowd. The crowd echoes back and he starts briskly down towards the ring.

ARDEN
"His opponent!! From Brooklyn, New York!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds! He is the New Frontier Wrestling Television Champion...BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIS...WOOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!"

Chris Wolfe continues down towards the ring, entering quick and ready under the bottom rope and shouts to the crowd again before removing the TV Championship from around his waist and holding it up proudly for Pentagon Jr to see before handing it to the referee. The referee holds the title up again, officially, displaying it to the crowd and handing it to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Chris Wolfe wanted a challenge for his Television Championship? He certainly got one. For everything Chris Wolfe threw at Pentagon Jr, the luchadore seemed to have an answer to. Pentagon Jr was clearly the lighter one on his feet but could also dish out stiff hits that rocked Chris Wolfe more than once throughout the match.

Even when Chris Wolfe started getting the upper hand and wearing Pentagon Jr down, he kept up with the defiance. Exchanging strikes with Wolfe, Pentagon Jr was eventually rocked on his feet when Chris clocked him with a sharp chop to the chest. Pentagon Jr reeled, clearly losing the striking battle. Still, he straightened and got right up in Chris Wole's face, throwing up his hand. The crowd joined him in chanting:

"CERO!!"

"MIEDOOO!!!"

Chris Wolfe raised his eyebrows, mouthing 'yeah? That's right?' He nodded to the crowd, holding up an index finger. 'Check this.' Another stiff chop echoed throughout the arena as Chris Wolfe's hand slapped Pentagon Jr in the chest even harder. Pentagon winced in agony but fought back to a straight standing position.

"CERO!!"

"MIEDOOO!!!"

Nodding, almost out of a sense of respect for the toughness of his opponent, Chris Wolfe cocked back and delivered a stiff forearm to Pentagon Jr's jaw, knocking him to his knees. Again, Pentagon Jr looked up, defiantly.

"CERO!!"

"MIEDOOO!"

This time, Chris Wolfe ran back, coming off of the ropes for a final strike. Pentagon Jr popped up and kicked him in the midsection, hard enough to double him over and almost drop him to his knees. From there, he began to set Chris Wolfe up for the package piledriver.

REYNOLDS
"HE'S GOING FOR THE FINISH, NICKY!!! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!"

HANSON
"WE JUST MIGHT!!!"

As Pentagon Jr attempted to cinch in Chris Wolfe's arms, Wolfe managed to power out of the grip, digging deep and shoved Pentagon Jr back into the ropes. As he came back off the rebound, Chris Wolfe's foot came up with a loud SLAP to Pentagon Jr's face.

HANSON
"SUPERKIIIIIIIIIICK!!!! WOLFE COUNTERS!!!"

Pentagon Jr reeled back before Chris Wolfe grabbed him and hoisted him up, driving him down with The DireWolfe right in the center of the ring and went for the cover.

HANSON
"THERE IT IS WITH THE COVER!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"Here is you winner....AAAAAAAND STIIIIILLL...NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING'S TELEVISON CHAMPION!!! BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIIS..WOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!"

Chris Wolfe, exhausted, drenched in his own sweat, climbed to his feet and took the championship from the referee, raising it into the air. The roar of the crowd gave him a second wind as he stood up onto the turnbuckle and slapped the center plate in defiance.

Before the final commercial break, the camera cut to the backstage where Adrianna Salvatore was seen watching on the monitor, slowly nodding her head in approval. "There you go, man." She said, happy to see her brother from another mother win. Afterward, though, the smile fell from her face and she reached back on her vest, pulling up the tattered hood that all concealed the majority of her face. The Queen of Anarchy turned and made her way to the locker room door, shoving the handle down and PUNCHING it open the rest of the way with a loud bang before she slipped out of the locker room. The camera slowly moved in on the closing door, focusing on the dent she'd put into the surface as the shot faded out....

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Upon returning from the commercial break, the camera focused directly on James Reynolds and Nick Hanson at the commentary table. Nick looks somber and concerned while James is looking as smug as always.

HANSON
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, welcome back. We hope you've been enjoying tonight's show thus far but right now, it is time for our main event. Folks, this is a match that has been a long time coming - as I said - for over a month. It all started when Lara Blackheart claimed to want to resolve issues with her former tag team partner, Mia Hayashi. She asked Mia to meet her in the ring so they could publicly hash things out. Little did any of us know, it was all a ruse and a setup. What really ensued as a savage beatdown as that was the night we saw the debut of Penelope Cassidy as she helped Lara Blackheart attack Mia Hayashi in front of the world. This is also when Nostalgia Ultra made themselves known as new signees when they prevented both locker rooms of The Unwanted from coming to Mia's aid. Since then, we've seen a tag team match between Nostalgia Ultra and the team of Shelley Silver and Adrianna Salvatore. Again, mindgames from Lara Blackheart ensured the win for Nostalgia Ultra over Silver and Salvatore. The week before that, even, at March Misery, we saw Nostalgia Ultra and Penelope Cassidy intervene in the Money In The Bank Ladder Match, ensuring the win for Lara Blackheart, which meant targeting Adrianna Salvatore. Adrianna Salvatore has been an absolute wreck for the majority of this time but as of recent days, it seems as if she has found herself again and she has asked General Manager Savannah Hayes for this match against Lara Blackheart, to settle things once and for all."

REYNOLDS
"Now, Nicky, come on. You keep talking about mindgames and interference. Lara Blackheart's the one who climbed the ladder and grabbed that briefcase. It's not like she had some weasely little pedophile climb up and toss it to her."

HANSON
"No, but you and I both know that if it weren't for her new crew showing up - they call themselves Sex & Violence - Adrianna Salvatore would have kept her from reaching it."

REYNOLDS
"She would have found a way to grab it, still. But her girls were looking out for her. No disqualification. Anything goes."

HANSON
"Yeah, well, this match isn't no disqualification. If Sex & Violence or anybody gets involved in Lara's favor, she's disqualified."

REYNOLDS
"Not like she has a title on the line."

HANSON
"Thankfully."

REYNOLDS
"What do you mean by that?"

HANSON
"The way she's been acting lately? I wouldn't be proud to call her my champion."

REYNOLDS
"Wow, you've got a deathwish. You know who she's affiliated with."

HANSON
"I'm just being honest. Anyway, with that folks, let's take it to Roger Arden in the ring."

The camera jumps over to Roger Arden, standing in the center of the ring as he brings the microphone up under his mouth.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a women's division match and is your MAAAAIN EVENT!!"

The crowd pops in anticipation of the match to come as....


The lights dim down and take on a multi-colored effect as Lara Blackheart saunters out onto the stage, carrying the MITB briefcase in one hand, walking with Penelope Cassidy hand in hand on the other side. Over her ring gear, she wears her late father's old leather jacket with EASY V on the back of it. Smirking coldly, Lara raises the briefcase and pulls Penelope in for a showy, passionate kiss before the two begin making their way towards the ring.

ARDEN
"Introducing first!! From Chicago, Illinois!! Being accompanied to the ring by Penelope Cassidy!! Representing the Dominion of Pain AND Sex & Violence!! She is Ms. Money In The Bank!! DR. FEELGOOD!!! LAAAAAARAAAAAAA BLAAAAACKHEEEEEAAAAARRRRRT!!!!"

Lara Blackheart and Penelope Cassidy both enter the ring. Lara sitting on the middle rope to let Penelope in before her. She gives her girl's ass a nice SLAP which Penelope pauses for halfway in the ring, before joining her inside. Again, she raises her briefcase up over head, strutting over to her corner where she sets it down and holds Penelope against her as they both watch the stage. Lara's music fades out and the lights return to normal for a moment....before going COMPLETELY out!!


In the likeness of the actual music video, the arena video wall depicts sections of text:

"She's the hand of God."

"She's the dark messiah."

"She's the vengeful one."

"All Hail...."

"QUEEN OF ANARCHY"

Her moniker appears at the 0:17 point in the song and the lights resume, revealing a thick cloud of mist over the stage. As the lyrics sing "so sleep soundly in your beds tonight; for judgement falls upon you at first light", movement is seen within the smoke as Adrianna Salvatore rises from concealment, having been kneeling within the cloud. With the chorus then thundering over the speakers, she lifts her head, staring with a cold glare at the ring. Leaning her head back, she lets out a roar before starting down the ramp and towards the ring.

HANSON
"AAAAND HEEEEERE SHEEEE COMES!!!"

ARDEN
"Her opponent!! Representing The Unwanted!! She is the QUEEN - OF - ANARCHY!!! ADRIANNAAAAAAAAA SALVATOOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

Moving around to the right side of the ring, she climbs up onto the apron, taking a knee and facing the audience before sliding herself backwards, under the bottom rope with a graceful, snake like manner. From here, she comes up onto one knee, throwing her hood back, lightly head banging to her music before throwing her already soaked hair back and grinning maliciously. Her tongue visibly runs over her teeth in anticipation of the match to come as she backs into her corner, watching Lara Blackheart with the eyes of a predator.

Penelope hugs protectively to Lara as Lara assures her it's all okay, sneering arrogantly at Adrianna as Penelope gets out of the ring and the lights come back on. Officiating this match, as well, Referee Akiyama signals for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Adrianna and Lara circled the ring, facing one another for a moment before Adrianna went for a tieup but Lara quickly feinted back and turned her back, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder with an arrogant smirk. Adrianna scowled at her, shaking her head in disgust. She wasn't amused. Lara rolled her eyes and beckoned for Adrianna to come on. The two circled the mat again. Adrianna went for a tieup and, again, Lara Blackheart dipped back, turning to the crowd with that same grin as she strutted seductively around by the ropes. Outside the ring, Penelope Cassidy laughed in absolute delight, fawning up at Lara Blackheart.

In return, Lara smirked and gave Penelope a wink and a smooch to the air. Penelope was amused for about a half a second as the camera focused on her, before her expression turned to panic and she let out a warning cry to Lara as she started to point behind her. Lara Blackheart started to turn around and BOOM!!!! There came Adrianna Salvatore, charging and knocking her into a corner where she began throwing wild strikes at her with both fists. Closed fists. The crowd went absolutely NUTS. Adrianna was FINALLY getting her hands on Lara!!

HANSON
"HERE WE GO, JIM!!!! THIS MATCH IS ON!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THOSE ARE CLOSED FISTS, NICKY!!!! THAT'S ILLEGAL!!! SHE NEEDS TO BE DISQUALIFIED!!!"

HANSON
"OH, ADRIANNA SALVATORE HAS ENDURED WORSE FROM THESE TWO THAN WHAT SHE'S DISHING OUT, RIGHT NOW!! BELIEVE YOU ME!!"

The referee, however, did make Adrianna back off and let Lara Blackheart out of the corner. This gave Lara enough time to slip out of the ring to try and get her bearings but Adrianna juked around the referee and slipped out right after her. Lara took off running and Adrianna gave chase around the ring until they reached Penelope who jumped in front of Adrianna with her legs and arms out. Staring wild and wide eyed at her as she tried to form a barrier between Adrianna and Lara who, for some reason, slipped underneath the ring while Adrianna was locked onto Penelope.

"You wanna fucking play, bitch? Let's go!" Adrianna could be heard saying as she started advancing on Penelope. To hell with a DQ rule. Before she could lay a finger on her opponent's escort, though, Lara Blackheart reappeared from under the ring BEHIND Adrianna Salvatore!! Penelope kept up the ruse of being ready to fight until Lara advanced and spun Adrianna around. She kicked her in the midsection then irish whipped her right into the barricade. Lara Blackheart, certainly able to actually hold her own in a match, came running full speed with an impressive European Uppercut that sent Adrianna over the barrier and into the crowd before hurrying back into the ring and beginning to strut around arrogantly.

HANSON
"OH!!!!! That was a hard hit!!! I think the referee's gonna start the count now!"

1!!

2!!

3!!

4!!

5!!

6!!

7!!

Lara Blackheart continued to taunt inside the ring with no sign of Adrianna Salvatore from the crowd.

REYNOLDS
"Adrianna better get back in the ring if she doesn't wanna get counted out!!"

8!!

9!!

10!!

11!!

HANSON
"Might be easier said than one! She took one hell of a hit there!"

Inside the ring, Lara Blackheart paced around the ring, mouthing the Roger Arden's count over the microphone.

12!!

13!!

Adrianna reappeared from behind the barrier, pulling herself up and over to ringside again, rolling onto her side.

HANSON
"There she is! Come on, Adrianna!!"

REYNOLDS
"You picking favorites now, Nicky?"

HANSON
"Oh shut up!"

14!!

15!!

16!!

She turned over onto her hands and knees and fought to get her feet braced on the floor!!

17!!

18!!

Adrianna pushed herself up, staggering towards the ring just the short distance away!!

19!!

2---

And Adrianna Salvatore rolled back in underneath the ropes!! Before she could get up to her feet, however, Lara Blackheart ran in and started putting her boots to her, yelling at her to stay down. To give up and quit. She pulled Adrianna up to her feet and leaned her against the ropes, delivering a CHOP to the chest. Adrianna reeled, keeling forward before Lara pushed her back against the ropes and hit her in the chest again. Adrianna winced, clutching her chest again. Once more, Lara leaned her back against the ropes and delivered another slap - this time to the face.

"LET'S GO, BITCH!!!!"

CROWD
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!"

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING BAD!!!! WHERE'S THE BADASS, HUH? WHERE'S THAT BAD BITCH?!"

Lara Blackheart cocked back and went for another chop. Adrianna caught her arm and came off of the ropes, dishing out more shots to Lara, fighting back against her smaller but more tactical opposition.

HANSON
"THERE'S YOUR ANSWER, DOC!!!! SHE'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!!"

REYNOLDS
"CLOSED FISTS AGAIN, NICKY!!! REF AKIYAMA HAS TO GET CONTROL OF THIS MATCH!!"

Referee Akiyama did but Adrianna brushed passed her again and switched to forearm strikes so there was nothing the referee could do so long as they weren't in a corner or on the ropes.

The majority of the rest of the match saw a back and forth game being played. Lara Blackheart clearly didn't have the power that Adrianna Salvatore did. Adrianna Salvatore still had her temper that Lara Blackheart could exploit, however, which she did to full advantage anytime she could. After several more minutes of Lara and Adrianna trading offense, not to forget Lara having the advantage of having Penelope Cassidy there to help distract Adrianna, Adrianna had finally gained a full upper hand after delivering a series of thunderous suplexes to Lara which clearly had her lost and misdirected. Essentially, one might have said Lara had lost her way inside Adrianna's own version of Suplex City.

All Adrianna had to do was capitalize which it looked like she intended to do as she threw her hair back over her shoulders and watched Lara with a malicious sneer and poised herself, hunched down in the corner, ready to deliver the MOAB Launch.

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhhh nooooo, look out Lara!!!!! Don't turn around!!!!"

HANSON
"Lara Blackheart has no idea where she is right now!!"

REYNOLDS
"She's in the sights of a heartless woman!!"

HANSON
"I'd say a pissed off woman. Adrianna certainly has a heart!!"

REYNOLDS
"Well then have mercy, Adrianna! You made your point!!"

HANSON
"Ohhhhh she's not finished yet. Not by a long shot!!"

Lara Blackheart got to her feet, shaking her head to clear it and started turning around towards her opponent. Adrianna started to get a bounce in her knees as she amped herself up, ready to charge in and break Lara's ass in half. All of a sudden, however, Penelope Cassidy ran up and grabbed her by the foot just as she started to take off, causing Adrianna to slip and eat the mat.

HANSON
"HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!! COME ON!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"SAVED BY THE PENNY!!!"

Penelope didn't stop there, however. Instead, she pulled Adrianna by the legs, towards the ring post as the referee yelled at her to back off. Penelope completely ignored her, pulled back on Adrianna's leg and ran it into the ringpost. Adrianna grabbed her knee in pain and Referee Akiyama called for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Regaining her composure, Lara Blackheart walked over and pulled Adrianna up to her feet, shoving her back into the corner. Penelope joined her inside the ring and the two began to lay boots to the woman in the corner until Lara and Penelope both took an arm of Adrianna's. Nodding with twisted smiles, they gave her a double Irish Whip into the opposite corner. Adrianna hit it full force, reeling and catching herself. Lara Blackheart backed up into the corner, rolling her shoulder, setting up for that European Uppercut again. She gave charge at Adrianna!!!

REYNOLDS
"Lights out for Adrianna right here!!!"

And Adrianna got her feet up, booting Lara Blackheart right in the face. Lara reeled back and Adrianna came out with a stiff lariat, flooring her. Seeing this, Penelope Cassidy rushed Adrianna in a fit of rage. Adrianna ducked under a double axe handle, grabbed Penelope around the waist and hit her with a Release German Suplex, dropping her flat on her front. Adrianna yelled out to the crowd, fired up!!

HANSON
"The Queen of Anarchy has had enough!!"

Just as Nick Hanson said this, however, the crowd began to boo loudly as Futura Soli and TyAnna Jupiter appeared again, running towards the ring. Adrianna saw them coming, having fully expected something like this. She leaned forward, eagerly beckoning them on. As soon as they hit the ring, Adrianna was ready, throwing shots at both of them as soon as they were both to their feet. She ran back off of the ropes and came back at Nostalgia Ultra. TyAnna and Futura locked hands and attempted a counter-clothesline. Adrianna ducked underneath and came off the ropes on the opposite side, hitting a double flying clothesline to the two, much to the delight of the fans.

HANSON
"AND SHE'S GONNA TAKE THEM ALL ON!!!"

REYNOLDS
"NO WAY!!"

As Adrianna got to her feet, she honed in, again, on Lara Blackheart, advancing towards her. Penelope Cassidy was up again, however and ran up behind her, hitting her with a forearm to the back. Adrianna stopped and turned around with a look that said 'really bitch?' She started advancing on Penelope again, grinning wickedly as she pointed at her and could be seen mouthing, "I told you your ass was mine!" She got closer and closer to Penelope Cassidy when all of a sudden--

WHAM!!!!

From the side, Futura Soli was back on her feet and hit her with a Superkick to the face, knocking her down to the mat.

REYNOLDS
"HO-HOOOOOO!!!!!! I TOLD YOU NO WAY!!!!"

HANSON
"A vicous superkick from Futura Soli and that's gonna turn the tables, right there!!"

REYNOLDS
"You didn't think she was gonna be able to take on four women all by herself, did you?"

HANSON
"I gotta give her credit for trying! You should too!"

REYNOLDS
"I don't give credit to stupidity!"

Soon after, all of Sex & Violence was up on their feet and standing around Adrianna Salvatore. Lara Blackheart, grinned down at her former friend and motioned to Nostalgia Ultra. "Get her ass up!"

As they began doing so, however, the crowd started popping again as, from the stage, SHELLEY SILVER and KIMI SMALLS came running down the ramp at full speed!!

HANSON
"HERE COMES SOME BACKUP FOR ADRIANNA, NOW!!!"

REYNOLDS
"They don't need to be out here!!!!"

Shelley Silver and Kimi Smalls hit the ring and dove right at Sex & Violence. Shelley squared off with Penelope Cassidy and Kimi went for Futura Soli. Lara Blackheart and TyAnna Jupiter immediately went to help their partners as Adrianna Salvatore began pulling herself to her feet. Jumping back into the fight, Adrianna grabbed Lara Blackheart, spinning her around and began clobbering her again. This allowed Shelley to fight back again against Penelope before seeing Kimi in a two on one bind and ran in to pull TyAnna Jupiter back off of her. Kimi was still taking kicks from Futura in the corner, though and in the end, it was still a four on three fight which Sex & Violence was beginning to slowly look like they were winning.


As everyone was brawling,and the numbers seemed to be getting the better of Adrianna, Shelley and Kimi, the lights suddenly dimmed to a dark red hue, as "This Will Be The Day" by Jeff and Casey Lee Williams began to play.

HANSON
"Wait a minute, what the hell?"

REYNOLDS
"The hell is this?!"

The spotlight shone on a woman, her back to the crowd, dressed in the iconic black and red dress, stockings, and boots of Ruby Rose, from 'RWBY'.

HANSON
"Who in the world....?"

REYNOLDS
"Who the fuck is---"

The crowd went berserk as the girl quickly spun around, revealing the returning MIA HAYASHI!!!!!

HANSON
"OHHHH MY GODDDD!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAAAAAAT??!!?!?"

HANSON
"MIA HAYASHI!!!!! SHE'S BACK!!!!!"

Running to the ring with a look of sheer determination on her face, Mia threw herself at Lara, spearing her to the mat and raining punches down on her!

HANSON
"MIA HAYASHI IS BACK!!! AND SHE'S HERE FOR LARA BLACKHEART!!! LOOK AT HER GO!!!!"

Stunned, Lara rolled out of the ring, calling off the rest of Sex & Violence, wisely choosing to regroup for another time.

"WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!"

Mia stood in the ring, eyes never leaving Lara's as the blonde backpedaled up the ramp... before noticing Adrianna getting to her feet.

HANSON
"Jim, I...I don't even think Adrianna realizes exactly what's happened yet!"

REYNOLDS
"I'm more worried about, Lara!!!"

HANSON
"Shut up, Jim! Look...."

Lifting up onto her knees, Adrianna winced, holding the back of her head. It was then that she opened her eyes and saw who was standing in front of her. The look of frustration on Adrianna's face turned to one of shock and confusion at first. Then relief as she could be seen mouthing 'Mia...?' Like she thought she was seeing things. Poor Adrianna. She actually closed her eyes tight for a second before opening them again. When she realized Mia was still standing there, she looked absolutely relieved and filled with joy.

Watching her friend with misty eyes, Mia waited until the taller, tattooed woman was standing straight up, before divebombing into her arms, pressing a long, passionate kiss to her lips!

REYNOLDS
"WHOA!!!!"

The crowd....went....WILD!!!! Adrianna caught Mia in her arms on reaction but clearly didn't expect the kiss. It was almost comical to see her eyes open wide when Mia first laid it on her. After that first kiss broke, however, Adrianna brushed her fingers over her own lips, staring at Mia. A tear ran down her cheek before she reached out, pulling Mia into a second kiss to the pop of the crowd.

HANSON

"TALK ABOUT A REUNION THAT NOBODY EXPECTED BUT EVERYONE MUST CERTAINLY BE IN SUPPORT OF!!!! THAT'S OUR SHOW FOR THE NIGHT, FOLKS, AND I CAN'T THINK OF A BETTER END!!! WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT WEEK!! FOR JAMES REYNOLD WHO'S SITTING HERE WITH HIS JAW ON THE FLOOR, I'M NICK HANSON!! SO LONG EVERY ONE!!!"

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Jag'hatai D'habi def. Rocky Romero

Yuka Hirata def. Ryan Steele

Mary Williams def. Victoria Emmerson

DOOMSDAY def. Matt Klazzic

Morgan Payne (C) def. Kennedy Campbell

Chris Wolfe (C) def. Pentagon Jr.

Adrianna Salvatore def. Lara Blackheart (DQ)