Vlad Blackheart Memorial IV Finals! 10/06/2021!

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!

Crowd: ONE FALL!!
The arena lights fade as the driving guitar intro to “Funeral for Yesterday” by Kittie starts up. Red spotlights start passing over the crowd when the guitars and drums kick in. They wander all around the arena as the song continues to play and build.

When the first vocal note hits a white spotlight lights up the entrance as “Favored of the Goddess” Lana Corvin struts out from the back. She stands there looking out arrogantly over the crowd. They show their hate to her, whether it's for her or just her family you can’t be sure.

She starts to strut her way towards the ring as the lights raise and the song continues. She talks some smack with some of the more vocal and heckling members of the crowd. She returns all of their verbal jabs as only one of the Corvins can.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 146lbs...she is the Favored of the Goddess...LANA...CORVIN!


She climbs the ring steps and then into the ring. She circles around out glaring out at the crowd and talking more trash. She then runs to one set up the ropes and stands up on them raising an arm high.


She jumps down and moves to her corner.
Thea Crawford: And, her opponent...from Manchester, England...weighing in at 105lbs. The Rebel Queen...JENN...DREW!!

"Marionette" begins to play over the speakers as purple strobes start to shine and dance on the stage as Jenn Drew herself dances and twirls out onto the stage with a grin on her face. She stops and looks at the crowd before shaking her head and skipping down the ramp towards the ring. Once ringside, she hops up onto the ring apron and slides under the bottom rope, and leaps up to her feet before striking a pose in the middle of the ring and heading to her corner and waiting.

Before the bell, Jenn Drew scowls at Lana Corvin from her corner while the daughter of Ashe Corvin responds with middle fingers in front of her face. Kaede Tanabe’s in Jenni’s corner, supporting the 1WM World Champion with words of encouragement at ringside.


The Rebel Queen wastes no time rushing towards Lana for a dropkick, only to get caught by the powerhouse rookie in a delayed gutwrench suplex with both arms around Jenni’s waist. Then, in a reversal, Jenni lands staggered on her feet instead of her back. She buckles to one knee, then hooks the rope behind her with her elbow to steady herself right before she runs at Corvin to land a running spike DDT! Jenn follows the momentum by dashing towards the ropes, springboarding right above a cheering Kaede, and connecting with a shooting star double stomp to Corvin’s abdomen, which stumbles Jenn to her back beside her rival! Both of them writhe on the mat, Lana clutching her stomach while Drew grabs her left knee.

Before the referee Nigel Porter can start the count, both of them slowly start to climb to their knees. The adversaries take turns swinging fists at one another, popping the other back with each hard-hitting strike. The crowd shows support for their favorites, but it’s unclear which side is louder tonight. Finally, the second-generation wunderkind strikes Jenn down with her Hecate’s Dagger (Shotei palm strike)! The loudmouth Floridian falls to her back, her knees straightening as Lana stands over her fallen counterpart. Next, Corvin flips the bird to the sea of six thousand fans in attendance to the overwhelming sounds of boos! Then she steps on Jenn Drew for a cocky pin attempt.


Drew gasps as she raises a shoulder, then shuffles towards a turnbuckle. Lana charges a seated Jenn, and then her knee connects with air, then the steel post! The Rebel Queen dodged it, and now she’s jumping at Lana to hook her head in a front facelock. Jenn bounces off the turnbuckle’s middle rope and attempts to hit her Cut The Strings (tornado DDT), only for Lana to groggily swing her up into a stalling suplex position in a tremendous feat of strength! Blood rushes to Kaede Tanabe’s client as the manager shouts insults from the sidelines, but before Corvin could land the Spear of Diana (stalling suplex into a neck breaker), she’s caught with a knee from Jenni. Another knee! And another! And another! Lana topples, dropping to her knee as a bruise forms on her scalp. Jenn falls awkwardly onto her side, and the two slowly separate to their corners as they recover.

Jenni slides underneath the ring to talk with Kaede, the pair discussing strategy, while Lana laboriously climbs the turnbuckle. When Corvin leaps from the perch, Jenni’s unaware as Kaede’s eyes grow wide! Shoving Drew back, the Rebel Queen is momentarily irritated and confused before seeing her manager’s sacrifice when she gets hit with Goddess's Favor (double jump moonsault) at ringside!!

Jenn Drew shouts scathing insults at the blonde newcomer, screeching out the words like a woman possessed! Lana Corvin seems unbothered, stealthily grabbing something from Kaede’s pocket before sliding back into the ring so she’s not counted out. Drew checks on Kaede and asks if she’s okay while medical personnel starts to come on the scene from the rampway. Reluctantly, Jenn climbs onto the apron, distraught, and climbs back into the ring to stand toe-to-toe with Lana once again.

Corvin is 8½ inches taller than her smaller foe and has an advantage of forty-one pounds. As a result, more of the audience naturally sides with the underdog Jenn Drew. Now, the two take this moment to circle each other with cheers in the background. Finally, Lana kicks Jenn in the gut and hooks her into a double underhook. Then, when she lifts Jenn for The Glorifier (spinning lifting sitout double underhook facebuster), a well-timed shout from a stretchered Kaede Tanabe on the stage distracts the referee, Nigel Porter. He turns his head to blow his whistle, and that allows the “Utopian Female” Isis to come out of seemingly nowhere to hit Lana with a bicycle kick! The crowd reacts to this sudden shift of momentum, and Jenn Drew falls back to her feet!

Nick Hanson: Isis?! This match is getting out of control.

Then, Isis lifts Lana Corvin into her Welcome to Dystopia (One Arm Powerbomb), but the athletic agitator counters into a hurricanrana that sends Isis crashing to the mat! Finally, Jenn tries to hit her Cut The Strings (tornado DDT) once again! Success! She hurries to hook the leg for the pin, but now Nigel has sanctioned Isis a red card for being out here! He didn’t see the bicycle kick itself.


The pin would have been a three-count if it wasn’t for Nigel spotting Isis first! Jenn pounds the mat with frustration while Porter explains Isis has committed a foul. In the meantime, when Jenn finally approaches Lana, she’s bloodied with a brass-knuckled Hecate’s Dagger (Shotei palm strike)!

Nick Hanson: So that’s what Lana grabbed from Kaede’s pocket! We’ve seen Jenn use those brass knuckles before!

Miranda Augustino: Serves her right! Live by the sword, die by the sword!


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall, LANA...CORVIN!!

“Funeral for Yesterday” plays to signify Lana’s victory. But it is cut off when Isis comes into the ring and levels Lana from behind with a major clothesline! The victorious second generation goes down hard as Isis helps Jenn up. The pair then start to lay in an attack on Lana as the ref tries, and fails, to get control of the situation. Suddenly “Angry Chair” by Alice in Chains fills the arena. The crowd turns their attention to the entranceway as a pair of figures emerge and run to the ring. One is recognizable as Lana’s older half-brother, Daniel Corvin. He is accompanied by a smaller, pale, dark-haired woman. The pair hit the ring and instantly start brawling with Jenn and Isis.

Daniel lays into Isis as the other woman takes on Jenn. The pair get the upper hand as Daniel drops Isis with a huge lariat. Rowena gets the upper hand on Jenn and has her backed against the ropes. Rowena pushes Jenn off the ropes and right towards Daniel. He picks up the small woman with ease and starts to set up for a massive spine buster. Rowena charges in and as Jenn starts to plummet towards the mat Rowena grabs her head and drops her with a neck breaker. Isis helps Jenn out of the ring and then the pair slowly start to make their way up the ramp. As they do they pass none other than wrestling manager Charlie Grace strolling confidently down towards the ring, mic in hand.

Charlie climbs the steps and Daniel holds the ropes open to help her in. Meanwhile, the other woman checks on Lana and helps her to her feet. Charlie stands in the center of the ring, looking at the camera, the three wrestlers surround her.

Charlie Grace: You are all probably very curious right now, I would imagine. I think it is rather obvious. I have returned to the New Frontier in my role as a wrestling manager. I am the new manager for the newest, and greatest, group to join Trauma.

Charlie motions to the three gathered around her.

Charlie Grace: Lana Corvin, her older half brother Daniel Corvin, and their cousin Rowena Byrne. The son and daughter of Ashe Corvin and the daughter of my former client Eric Lee. The legacies in this profession. A new dynasty of greatness. The Corvin Dynasty.

Charlie lowers the mic and smiles. Lana, Daniel, and Rowena all throw an arm up. “Church of Madness” by Inkubus Sukubus starts to play as the trio and their manager stand smirking.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the SIXTY MINUTE IRON WOMAN MATCH...and it is for the SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPIONSHIP!!

Nick Hanson: This is it, folks! The rematch that everyone’s been chomping at the bit for and wanting since Cruel Summer II!!

Miranda Augustino: Is it an understatement to call this a bit of unfinished business, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: You could definitely say it is, yes. This matter has gotten dark. It’s gotten personal. It’s about to get violent, once again.
The arena lights slowly fade out as the opening discordant note of “Cthulhu Awakens” by Apollon de Moura echoes through it. A wavering, pulsing, blue light highlights the entrance area. Standing at the top of the ramp is Milisandre Crowthorne. The hood of her stringy, patchwork coat is pulled up over her head. She pulled the hood back and looked ahead towards the ring. She slowly started to walk towards it, that eerie blue light following her.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, the challenger...from Arkham, Massachusetts...weighing in at 132 pounds…. She is the Antediluvian Queen...MILISANDRE...CROWTHORNE!!!

She climbed up the ring steps and turned out to look at the crowd. She turns back towards the ring, no expression on her face. She enters the ring and stands in the middle of it. She slowly raises her arms and the lights rise and return to normal. She removes her coat and then moves to her corner.

Nick Hanson: We know, now, that it was Milisandre Crowthorne who was responsible for the traumatic attack on Danni Deballion on August 17th. She left Danni cowering, terrified backstage. She needed medical attention. An absolutely heinous incident that Milisandre Crowthorne says was simply her carrying out a message! A message to her God!

Miranda Augustino: Yeah, I’m gonna call Bull and Shit on that one, Nicky. Maybe I don’t know a lot about the Collision side of things, but...shit, I don’t even know man. I hope this bitch gets that ass whupped tonight, on general principle!

Nick Hanson: We shall see!
The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as the opening riff to "Step Aside" tears through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the BEHOLD THE KINGDOM banner while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbed wire design. The cameras find Morgan Payne walking - no, storming through the backstage section, fired up and ready for a fight. Hood up. Hands taped. Championship belt clutched tight in one hand. Noticeably, she’s not in her usual ring gear; rather she’s donning older gear of black fatigue pants bloused over Doc Marten boots and a tight tank top, tucked into her waistline. She looks ready to kick some ass as she moves down the hall of the arena, nowhere near the Gorilla position. Rather, the camera follows her as she reaches a set of double doors designated for staff only. Morgan barges right through the doors and she's out in the audience stands, beginning to make her way right down the stairs towards the ground level. There’s a little uneasy sway to her step as she passes by the crowd, almost staggering down the steps. Some fans even look at the champion with confusion and even concern.


Roger Arden: Her opponent!!! Representing The Kingdom!!! Weighing in at 140 pounds, from the Burgh!! She is the Silver Mountain Champion...the Steel CIty Kaiju...MORGAN...PAYNE!!

Once she reaches the guard rail, Morgan hops over onto the padded floor and takes a running jump up onto the apron. She stands to face the crowd for a moment, looking over the masses with a scowl - not hateful, more focused than anything. Morgan steps into the ring and proceeds to run the ropes before rolling across the mat and hopping up onto her feet. The referee comes to collect the title from her where he seems to notice something about Morgan. He looks a little concerned himself but Morgan just shoves the belt into his hands and shoos him off. She backs into her corner, promptly removing her sleeveless hoodie, tosses it over onto the floor and proceeds to throw some shadow punches to stay loose as she waits.

Nick Hanson: Mir…? Does….does Morgan Payne seem a little off to you?

Miranda Augustino: I didn’t wanna ask, Nicky, but I did notice something, yeah. Is she...is she fucking sloshed?

Nick Hanson: I, uhh...oh my...I don’t even know…. Even the referee seems concerned but here’s the bell!



This second match between these two rivals starts off with Payne and Crowthorne coming to meet in the center of the ring. The trash talk starts from Morgan with Milisandre visibly blinking and scrunching up her face. That type of face where you can just smell the booze on somebody’s breath. Morgan starts to make things a little physical, jabbing a finger into Milisandre’s chest while she chides her over tormenting Danni Deballion. Milisandre simply stands there with a smirk on her face; looking more amused than anything else. Her cool headed, calm demeanor gets Morgan fired up and the champion shoves the challenger back, hard enough to send her back a few steps. Milisandre sees that she’s getting into Morgan’s head and steps right back in, placing a hand over the champion’s face and pie faces her back. Morgan staggers, which her inebriated state doesn’t seem to help her as she even almost falls over. She catches herself on her feet, though, and now she’s pissed off! She steps back in and drills Milisandre with a right hand! And another right hand! Payne starts firing off with right hands and forearms, backing Milisandre into the corner where she keeps laying into her over and over and over!

Nick Hanson: Well, Morgan Payne doesn’t seem too affected I should say! She’s still got that fight in her!!!!

Miranda Augustino: And that defiance!! She ain’t letting Hiroki Tanaka tell her what to do!

Indeed, Referee Tanaka is trying to get Morgan to let Milisandre out of the corner, whipping her clear across the ring and running in with a big Back Elbow. She runs Milisandre across the ring again and comes in with a running, corner clothesline. Milisandre’s looking rocked as Morgan whips her across the ring one more time and catches her in the corner with a big running, corner splash. Morgan grabs Milisandre by the face, pushing her head back as she screams obscenities at her, purely enraged over everything that’s gone on between them and Morgan’s friend. Only when Hiroki Tanaka starts to count for five does Morgan let go and she turns to get up in the referee’s face, backing him off.

Nick Hanson: Hey now, you don’t wanna do that, Morgan. It could cost you a point!

Miranda Augustino: What is going on with her, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: I...I don’t know, Mir….

Whatever it is, it’s given Milisandre a few seconds to collect herself and gather her thoughts. When Morgan turns back around, the Herald of the Great Dreamer catches the McKeesport Mauler with a Thrusting Side Kick to the mid section, then follows up with a European Uppercut that almost knocks the champion on her ass. Morgan stays vertical, however, but Milisandre stays on the offensive. She stumbles back into Milisandre who hits an STO and goes for a cover but Morgan shoves her off before Referee Tanaka even drops down. Milisandre picks Morgan up and starts throwing some forearms but Morgan begins to answer back. Milisandre trades shots with Payne back and forth before Morgan’s sheer brutality wins the exchange out and she rocks the Priestess. Payne goes for an Irish Whip, sending Crowthorne into the ropes but she misses with a clothesline. Milisandre hits the ropes on the other side, comes in and takes Morgan down with a Lou Thesz Press, starting to rain punches down upon her head and face. Morgan manages to get her guard up and brings her knees up between her and Milisandre. She’s able to literally shove the woman back and off of her! Payne rolls backwards up onto her feet and comes in fast for what looks like a Spear. Milisandre ducks under and catches Morgan with the woman’s arm over her own neck. She hooks the waist and throws her leg back into Morgan's, delivering a picture perfect Ranhei, right into the cover!!


Nick Hanson: No ma’am! Not so soon, says Morgan Payne!

Miranda Augustino: That was some picture perfect offense, too!

The first thing Milisandre goes for upon getting up is she homes right in on one of Morgan’s arms. She stretches one out and starts laying into it with brace knee drops, obviously trying to soften the shoulder up for her submission finisher later in the match. The crowd starts to boo Milisandre for her merciless brutality and they do so even more once she rolls Morgan onto her stomach and carefully props that same arm up with the elbow in the air. She starts to back up, looking for something big...and probably bad!

Nick Hanson: Oh no, what’s this?

Miranda Augustino: She ain’t gonna. No way!

Nick Hanson: She does this, she’s gonna break her damn arm! Ref, you gotta stop this!! Stop this!!!

Miranda Augustino: Here she comes!

Milisandre comes running in, looking for a stomp to that propped up arm of Morgan’s but Morgan kicks her leg out and knocks Milisandre’s grounded foot out from under her, causing her to go down right beside her. There’s a breath of relief from commentary as Morgan rolls over onto her back to get her arm untwisted. She shakes it out as she gets to her feet and sneers at Milisandre with the rage of a rabid animal, now. As soon as Milisandre is up, Morgan is right in her face, clinching her hands around her head. She pushes her back into the ropes and starts throwing a series of Muay Thai Knees into the ribs. Referee reaches the count of 4 before Morgan throws Milisandre away from the ropes, to the floor.

Nick Hanson: Well, that was definitely a close one! Good scouting by the champion!

Miranda Augustino: I guess she ain’t that wasted! Or maybe the idea of getting her shoulder absolutely fucked sobered her up a bit!

Nick Hanson: I...well….maybe….

Milisandre gets back up to her feet but Morgan’s ready and waiting and runs in with a big running clothesline that takes her back off her feet. Milisandre pops back up, turns but Morgan’s right there to drop her with a second clothesline. Again, Milisandre quickly makes it up to her feet and Morgan takes her down with a third clothesline! Milisandre’s reeling from this one but she still attempts to get to her feet while Morgan Payne waits.

Morgan Payne: GET UP, BITCH! I’LL KNOCK YER ASS DAHN AGAIN!!

Milisandre does, indeed, make it up to her feet and Morgan charges in, leveling her inside out, back flipping her to the mat with her father’s old move, The Faded Line (Clothesline From Hell)!! The crowd pops for the nostalgic maneuver as Milisandre eats the canvas on her landing. Morgan drops down, rolls her over and hooks the leg.


Nick Hanson: Oh! That was almost a close one! She might have almost had her there!

Miranda Augustino: Well, you gotta realize Nicky. Morgan doesn’t HAVE to necessarily score points. If she can keep this score tied, she retains by draw!

Nick Hanson: True, Mir, but a draw from their first match is what got them here tonight! They want this rivalry done and over with.

Miranda Augustino: Fair fair!

Morgan picks Milisandre up and starts feeding her some hooks and jabs. Dirty style boxing punches as she steps down on one of Milisandre’s feet to anchor her in place and starts throwing right hand after right hand. She finally finishes up with a hard left cross, sending Milisandre stumbling back into the corner. Morgan runs in with a big knife edged chop and follows up with a right cross. She throws another chop. Another cross. Another chop. Another cross. Chop. Cross. Chop. Cross. She’s starting to get a rhythm going and the crowd picks up on what she’s doing, so they start to appropriately chant--

Crowd: WHOOP THAT TRICK!! WHOOP THAT TRICK!! WHOOP THAT TRICK!! WHOOP THAT TRICK!!

Nick Hanson: The champion is on fire, folks!

Miranda Augustino: ♫SHE’S ON FIRE!!!! BURNING WITH DRUNKEN DESIRE!!♫

Nick Hanson: Oh, you stop that.

Miranda Augustino: Fiiiiiiiine!

Morgan takes a moment to get in the referee’s face again when he tries to get her to move Milisandre out of the corner. Morgan throws an open hand up in Tanaka’s face, clearly hinting that he should talk to it instead. She uses that same hand to throw a backhand chop across Milisandre’s jaw. Morgan throws her out of the corner, rolling her right to the mat, seated against the ropes. The crowd starts to shout out “Yoi Yoi Double Yoi” as Morgan hits the ropes across the ring and comes in for that dropkick portion but Milisandre suddenly lays back and rolls out of the ring as Morgan flies in and the champion hits the mat, legs caught up on the ropes. Milisandre wastes no time as she gets up, grabs the leg that’s bent over the middle rope and just lets herself drop with all of her body weight, yanking that leg over the rope. Morgan cries out and grabs at her knee as she gets the leg off of the rope and rolls over onto her stomach. Milisandre gets back to her feet, ignoring the booing crowd as she pulls Morgan out to the ringside floor. Morgan lands gingerly on both feet but Milisandre throws a low superkick to that targeted knee. Morgan drops down and Milisandre follows up with a big superkick right to the jaw, sending Morgan to the padded floor! Milisandre stalks Morgan like a wolf on an injured deer, giving insulting little foot nudges to that tenderized knee. Finally, she grabs that leg and drags Morgan over to the fan barricade where, after much resistance from the champion in which Milisandre has to pause and hit her with some heavy shots, she weaves Morgan’s leg through the bars of the barricade. Next, Milisandre holds onto her foot and presses her own feet against the barricade, adding much torque to the leg of Morgan Payne. Morgan thrashes on the floor, screaming in agony while Milisandre just smiles maniacally. Even rolls her eyes back to make that smile a little more unnerving. Morgan starts slapping the padded floor in pain, much akin to a tapout.

Miranda Augustino: Is she tapping?! She’s tapping, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: But she can’t tap out at ringside! It only counts if they’re in the ring!

Finally, Milisandre stops her torture on Morgan when she hears the referee beginning to count them out. The Herald of the Great Dreamer gets up to her feet and kneels upon the apron, spreading her arms to the side. The referee’s count continues as Milisandre slides backwards, into the ring with a wicked grin on her face. Meanwhile, Morgan Payne is still left outside with her leg caught up in the barricade, grimacing in pain as she tries to get free as the count continues.

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne needs to get her leg free! She’s gonna get counted out!

Miranda Augustino: C’mon, Morgan! I’m actually pulling for you here! I know your old man’s pulling for you, too! He wishes he could be here! Hell, I wish he could be here. Nicky’s boring as shit….

Nick Hanson: Hey!!

Miranda Augustino: I mean….

Morgan continues to try and get her leg undone as the referee continues. She’s nowhere near even out as the count gets higher and higher!


Nick Hanson: C’mon, Morgan!

Miranda Augustino: Somebody help her get her goddamn leg free!


Nick Hanson: Now, that’s a scummy way to score a fall! Goddamn it!

Miranda Augustino: Effective, though!

Nick Hanson: Yeah, well clearly, because the referee’s starting to count again!

Indeed, Referee Hiroki Tanaka is reluctantly starting to count to 20 again. Milisandre Crowthorne seems content on perching back in the corner on her knees, belly down like a serpent, watching where she left Morgan. Obviously, she can’t see the woman from that distance and angle but she’s wickedly amused, all the same. The referee reaches 10 and Morgan is still trying to get her leg free when, all of a sudden, a couple of fans in the front row have had enough of seeing her suffer and they get down to help her untrap her leg before starting to slap and cheer for her to get back in the ring!

Nick Hanson: Look at that! A little help from some sympathetic fans!

Miranda Augustino: Can they do that?!

Nick Hanson: They just did!

Morgan flexes out her leg to get some feeling back into it before pulling herself back up on the barricade at the count of eighteen!! She’s on unsteady feet as she leans back against the guard rail. Referee Tanaka reaches nineteen again!! He starts to call for twenty but Morgan pushes off from the barricade, thrusts herself forward and slides back into the ring! She’s good! The crowd cheers but only for a moment as Milisandre makes her way over and takes Morgan down with a hair pulling slam to the mat. She gets a warning from the referee but brushes him off as she moves to the corner and climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle. Milisandre dives off with an elbow drop right to Morgan’s sternum and goes for another cover!


But Morgan not only kicks out but she rolls back, forcing Milisandre over onto her back and stacks up both of her legs for a counter cover!


Milisandre kicks out and is right back up to her feet, looking a little surprised as Morgan comes up onto her knees. Milisandre measures up on the champion and delivers a stiff roundhouse kick right to her chest! Morgan eats it and growls through her teeth, glaring with defiance up at Crowthorne. Milisandre measures up and delivers another stiff kick to Morgan’s chest. Kickpad to body results in a painful SMACK sound with impact that almost sends Morgan back but she clenches her fists and seethes through her teeth at Milisandre. The Herald of the Great Deamer begins to throw kick after kick to the chest of the Daughter of Steel City. It just seems to be pissing Morgan off more than anything until Payne finally catches Crowthorne by the leg and pushes up to her feet. Milisandre goes for a counter enziguri but Morgan ducks underneath it and grabs her into a rear waistlock before throwing her back with a sick German Suplex! Morgan’s back up on her feet and starts slapping her tender leg as Milisandre starts stumbling up to her feet. Morgan runs in for her signature Bicycle Kick but Milisandre side steps it!! She grabs Morgan into the setup for Path Of Hastur!! Morgan slips free, spins Milisandre around and nails a nasty European Uppercut! Milisandre staggers. Morgan hits the ropes, bringing up her arm for The Faded Line (Clothesline From Hell) again! No! Milisandre jumps up and catches Morgan with BOW DOWN (Double Knee Facebreaker)!!!! Morgan repels back and hits the mat! Milisandre covers!


Nick Hanson: A pinfall for Milisandre Crowthorne! That puts her two points ahead of Morgan Payne with just over a half hour left!

Miranda Augustino: Ohhhhh no!! Payne better find a way to get on the board!

Nick Hanson: What’s Crowthorne doing now?! Is she...she’s going right for another point!!

Milisandre immediately rolls Morgan onto her stomach and starts twisting her legs up as she bends back, showcasing some of her flexibility while trying to apply Decay! While she’s trying to get the hold fully locked in, Morgan starts trying to resist and manages to reach back, grabbing Milisandre around the chin as she gets up onto her knees.

Nick Hanson: The hell is Payne….?

Morgan gets up to her feet, carefully stepping on her “bad” leg as she now has Milisandre up in a reverse backpack hold and just drops down, sitting out into a Gory Neckbreaker!!! Milisandre flops forward, face down on the mat as the crowd goes wild!

Miranda Augustino: Heeeeey! That’s how you do it, chica!!!

Nick Hanson: A fantastic counter, for sure!

Morgan pulls herself up to her feet again and flexes her leg out before limping over to Milisandre as she gets up to her feet. Milisandre shoots with a low kick to her leg again but only gets some of it. Enough for her to set up for a DDT on Payne, however, but Payne grabs her around the waist and hits a Northern Lights Suplex!! She doesn’t get the bridge for a cover, but she immediately comes up and pulls Milisandre into another setup, delivering a Fisherman Suplex!! Again, no bridge, but Morgan’s got something else in mind as she keeps hold of Milisandre and pulls them both back up, setting her up this time for a Saito Suplex! Milisandre lays out prone on the mat as Morgan covers her.


Morgan sits up, looking absolutely exhausted and flustered. Her eyes still look glazed over as she shakes her head and gets up to her feet. She pulls Milisandre up again and throws a very familiar, nostalgic cut throat and thumbs down motion that the crowd recognizes!

Nick Hanson: Oh, we’ve seen that motion!! Shades of her father!!

Miranda Augustino: What’s she gonna do?!

Morgan sets Milisandre up and goes for her father’s old finisher, the 11th Hour (Backdrop Side Slam) but Milisandre rolls back, flipping out of the lift and lands on her feet! Morgan spins around! Milisandre runs in again! BOW DOW--NO!!! Morgan pops Milisandre up onto her shoulders!! Powerbomb?! No!! BUCKLE BOMB!!!!! Morgan staggers back as Milisandre repels out of the corner, staggering and holding her back. Morgan sees her shot and takes it!! Charges in!! KHAO LOI (Flying Muay Thai Knee) to the face of Milisandre Crowthorne!!! Morgan lands on her feet, gingerly stepping on her tender leg but Milisandre’s rocked as she’s sent spinning 180* and bounds back off of the ropes, right into Morgan’s arms! Morgan gets her up into an Inverted Fireman's Carry! She yells to the crowd and delivers DAHNTAHN AFTER DARK, spiking Milisandre (Burning Hammer) right down on her neck! Cover!!


Morgan gets back to her feet and pulls Milisandre up with her, lifting her up into another Fireman’s Carry. Milisandre, however, writhes and squirms until she’s able to slip free and lands behind Morgan,on her feet. She grabs one of her arms and starts fighting to lock on the Grasp of Cthulhu (Octopus Hold). Morgan fights against it and finally catches Milisandre right in the face with a back elbow, snapping her head back. She doesn’t let her get too far, however, before she steps in and grabs her, delivering a Russian Leg Sweep, taking her down to the mat! The crowd going wild again as Morgan swings her legs over and locks Milisandre into Three Rivers Crossing (Grounded Octopus Hold)!

Nick Hanson: Hey!!! Hey!!!! Three Rivers Crossing!!!! She’s got it locked in!!!!

Miranda Augustino: Is she gonna tap out the Herald?!

Nick Hanson: Can you imagine?!

Milisandre resists against the submission maneuver as she tries to rotate herself around to get her foot on the ropes but before she can, Morgan pops up her hips and turns over towards the center of the ring, taking Milisandre with her. Morgan gets her legs right back into position, now more towards the center and wrenches back on the arm she has as she starts to use her leg over Milisandre’s head to just start aggressively kicking, repeatedly. Milisandre grabs for the leg to try and catch it and push it off but Morgan locks it in place again and pulls back tight on that arm! Finally, to the shock of the crowd, Milisandre starts tapping Morgan’s knee!!

Nick Hanson: SHE’S TAPPING!!!! CROWTHORNE’S TAPPING!!!

Miranda Augustino: DIOS FUCKING MIO!!!!

Nick Hanson: THE SCORE’S TIED WITH LESS THAN TWENTY MINUTES TO GO!!


Morgan and Milisandre crawl up to their feet and find each other in a staredown across the ring. Milisandre shakes out her arm, smiling her wicked smile, clearly impressed with her opponent’s determination. Morgan just glares at the woman as they start approaching one another. Milisandre moving with sluggish exhaustion while Morgan limps towards her, barely able to keep herself standing between how worn out she is and the pain in her body, let alone her knee. Morgan starts in with the trash talk again while Milisandre just smiles and lets her. That is until Morgan pie faces her, almost slaps her with it and jabs a finger at herself, telling Crowthorne to take her best shot. Everything she’s got. A little miffed by the gesture, Milisandre cocks back and lays into Morgan with a stiff chop across the chest. Morgan staggers back, wincing from the chop before turning back and getting right in Milisandre’s face, telling her to do better than that. Milisandre smiles, nods and lays in with another chop. Before Morgan can call her out again, she opens her arms and seems to invite the defending champion to do the same.

Nick Hanson: Gonna have us a little strike off here!

Miranda Augustino: Awwwww, you don’t wanna go shot for shot with Morgan Payne, Nicky! Even I know that!

Morgan readies her hand, cocks back and hits a knife edge backhand chop across Milisandre’s chest that echoes with a painful SMACK!! Milisandre seems to instantly regret it as she starts to keel forward and steps back, bringing a hand up where she was struck. Morgan starts getting that wild, violent gleam in her eye as she licks her teeth, nodding and goading Milisandre on to hit her again. Milisandre regains her composure as Morgan stands there, arms out, mimicking her challenger’s inviting posture. Milisandre rubs her hands together to get some warmth in those palms, cocks back and lays into Morgan so hard, the crowd actually reacts!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Morgan staggers back and leans into the ropes, grimacing in pain before she pushes off and gets right back in Milisandre’s face, wild eyed and screaming in defiance. Milisandre steps forward, pushing their foreheads together with an eerily wide grin as they push back against each other. Morgan grabs her by the back of the head and feeds her a forearm shot. Milisandre answers back with one of her own. Morgan throws one back. Milisandre returns it. The two start exchanging forearms to the jaw back and forth, back and forth, back and forth….and forth and back, and forth and back, and forth and back!!

Nick Hanson: These two aren’t giving up any ground, Miranda!!! They’re making the other earn every bit of it!!!

Miranda Augustino: That’s one way to put it, Nicky!! This crowd’s loving it too!! Listen to them!!

Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER!

Crowd: THIS IS WRESTLING!

Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER!

Crowd: THIS IS WRESTLING!

Crowd: FIGHT FOREVER!

Crowd: THIS IS WRESTLING!

Despite the back and forth exchange, however, Morgan’s advantage in force is inching Milisandre back and each time she does, Morgan presses forward. It almost seems like she has something up her sleeve when Milisandre finally comes in for another forearm smash but Morgan drops low and thrusts her fist up right into Milisandre’s midsection, catching her off guard with Death Punch Therapy (Liver Punch)! Milisandre’s eyes go wide with shock as her legs buckle and she staggers backwards, hitting the ropes and falls out to the ringside floor!

Nick Hanson: Payne hit the Death Punch Therapy!! Crowthorne’s out of the ring!

Miranda Augustino: Nicky?! I think she fucking planned that! Holy shit!

Nick Hanson: She did, I think! She’s calling for the referee to count!

Indeed, Morgan Payne is pushing Referee Hiroki Tanaka towards the ropes, motioning for him to make the countout! Reluctantly, he starts doing just that!

Nick Hanson: A little unorthodox, but when has Morgan Payne ever been a clean player as of late?!

Miranda Augustino: Hey, what goes around comes around! She lost a point the same way!

Nick Hanson: True! Milisandre Crowthorne’s hurting too! That technique is a straight shot right to the liver of your opponent! Morgan Payne has finished many opponents with that move and she’s looking to do so again right here!

Miranda Augustino: We got less than five minutes in this match, Nicky! If she can get a point and hold out, she’ll have some leeway!

As Referee Tanaka counts, Milisandre Crowthorne lies in a fetal ball outside the ring, groaning and coughing. She barely manages to roll up onto her knees where she almost wretches, even, but thankful to viewers, nothing comes out but a thin trail of spittle. She pulls herself up to one foot but collapses back down to the floor as Tanaka reaches 12! Morgan sits back in the center of the ring, grinning a little, chuckling as she watches for any sign of her opponent. The count continues on as Milisandre struggles to pull herself up on the apron again. She finally gets to her feet at eighteen and crawls back in at nineteen, rolling to safety. Morgan Payne is furious!! The Steel City Kaiju slapping the mat in anger and cursing up a drunken storm as she gets up to her feet and immediately advances on Milisandre Crowthorne. She pulls her to her feet and hits her with a forearm. Then a European Uppercut. She whips Milisandre across the ring, into the ropes and catches her on the way back, going for a pop up attack! Morgan catches her on her shoulders for a Powerbomb but Milisandre reverses into a Hurricanrana that sends Morgan into the ropes, giving her time to get up to her feet. Morgan lets out a yell, turning and pushing off the ropes as she comes in to go for another Khao Loi (Flying Muay Thai Knee) but Milisandre meets her in the middle with a Running High Knee right to the jaw!! Morgan staggers back and into the ropes where she hits a Discus Forearm to Milisandre’s jaw, staggering her. As Crowthorne fights to stay balanced, Morgan winds up her arm for The Faded Line (Clothesline From Hell), hits the ropes and comes in fast!

Nick Hanson: She’s looking to take her head off, right here!!

Miranda Augustino: Wait, no!!!! Milisandre countered!!


As Morgan comes in and tries to level Milisandre with that clothesline, Milisandre captures the arm and twists herself around Morgan’s body as if performing a satellite crucifix, but instead she manages to drop back down on her feet and she has Morgan locked up in the Grasp of Cthulhu (Octopus Hold)! She locks in and wrenches back on that same arm she targeted earlier on in the match! The referee checks to see if Morgan wants to submit but she frantically shakes her head no! In response, Milisandre transitions into the Grip of Cthulhu (Royal Octopus Hold) and adds more torque. Morgan screams in pain, struggling to get out but she absolutely refuses to give up, it seems!!


Nick Hanson: Less than a minute on the clock!!! If she can just hold out!

Miranda Augustino: I think she can, Nicky! C’mon! Do it for Danni, Morgan! Do it for yourself! Do it for both of you!

Milisandre has absolutely not budged in the pressure she has applied on the Grip of Cthulhu. If anything, she’s got it locked in as tight as she can and is trying to find ways to add more pain to the hold, including bending Morgan’s fingers back. Still, Morgan continues to shake her head in defiance when the referee asks her if she wants to give up. She tries and tries until...she taps frantically against Milisandre’s leg with her other hand and Referee Tanaka immediately calls Milisandre to break the hold!


Milisandre releases Morgan and collapses to the mat. Morgan falls forward, clutching her shoulder. Both women lie there on the mat, utterly exhausted.

Nick Hanson: Oh my god, she tapped!!! Morgan tapped out!! And Milisandre’s got a one point lead!!

Miranda Augustino: Dios Mio!!

Crowd: 5!...4!...3!...2!...1!...0!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, with a score of three points over two, aaaaaaand NEEEEEEEEEWWWW NFW SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION...MILISANDRE...CROWTHORNE!!!!

Nick Hanson: I don’t believe it!

Miranda Augustino: Whoa!!

Nick Hanson: By God, I don’t believe it!! Milisandre Crowthorne has done it! We have a NEW Silver Mountain Champion!

Miranda Augustino: Hell of a damn match, Nick, but I didn’t think Milisandre was gonna be the one to do it! I thought Morgan was gonna be able to hold out!

Nick Hanson: Well, let’s be honest, Mir. After how deep into Morgan Payne’s head she’s been getting, I think Milisandre’s strategy all worked out well, though! Once again, she is the NEW Silver Mountain Champion, folks! I just hope Morgan’s alright….

Miranda Augustino: Yeah, she...I’m a little concerned, honestly, Nick. But hey! She put up one hell of a fight!! I ain’t gonna take anything away from her!

“Cthulhu Awakens” fills the arena as Milisandre Crowthorne sits up and gets to her feet where she is presented with the NFW Silver Mountain Championship. Meanwhile, Morgan Payne rolls out of the ring as ringside attendants tend to her, hitting her with the cold spray and placing an ice pack to her shoulder. During the celebration, Milisandre is joined by fellow Salacious Intent members, Sela Rica-Lark and Abigail Lindsey. The three relish in the victory as Milisandre holds the title up high. Attendants try to help Morgan Payne to the back but she angrily shoves them off and throws the ice pack at one of them before collapsing up on the stage, watching the ring. Utter, broken, disbelief on her face at what has happened as we shift away to the next shot….

Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall….

Crowd: ONE FALL!!

Thea Crawford: And it is for the NFW Undisputed Championship!!
The arena is bathed in a green glow of the lights as the beginning of Bring Me The Horizon’s “Kingslayer” featuring BABYMETAL begins to play across the arena. On the screen, outer space is shown and slowly peeking from the bottom of the screen is planet Earth looming up and the words “Universal Superstar” appears on the screen as the vocals begin.



Thea Crawford: Introducing first, the challenger...weighing in at 175lbs...from the Far Reaches of the Galaxy. She is the Universal Superstar...ANAQUIN...ADAMS!!

Then the name “Anaquin Adams” appears on the screen as she makes her way out onto the ramp and lets out a howl. She is wearing a black top, which black shorts, with black boots. She wears a black leather jacket. Around her waist, is the NFW United States Championship. Her long green hair stands out as she races down the ramp and slides into the ring before hopping up onto her feet.


She springboards onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Before backflipping into the ring and landing on her feet then rushing towards the rope and letting out another howl as her music slowly begins to wind down as she walks over to her corner.
The explosive intro to Amaranthe's "Helix" tears through the speakers around the arena; the lights around the stage taking on a pulsing strobe effect that seem to sync in with the tempo of the drums. Smoke rises in front of the curtain, obscuring the walkway from those watching.


As the lyrics begin, FM Young comes walking out from within the churning smoke; intensity behind every step. She paces the stage, watching the roaring crowd with her hardened, golden amber gaze as she comes to stand in the center of the stage. Her arms shoot out and up into the air and she brings them in in an X in front her chest, tucking her chin down but keeping those alluring eyes on the ring ahead of her.


Above FM, high up at the top of the video wall, pyro goes off, sending down a shower of sparks the full length of the stage. She stands there, holding her pose for a moment; the ferocity in her face growing ever more intense before she drops her arms and begins her walk to the ring; she never loses the intensity in her approach. If anything, she seems to be more fired up the closer she gets. FM makes it to the steps where she practically explodes up them and onto the apron, wiping off her boots before stepping through the ropes.


FM steps towards the center of the ring, but only a moment before she hits the corner and climbs the turnbuckle; one foot on the middle, one on the top and gives an Archer's pose to the audience. She gives the faintest of smirks to the fan favorite reception she's given before climbing down to the mat and removing her entrance gear as she prepares for the match.


FM and Anaquin begin circling each other, neither ready to give an inch but both looking for the opening. With the crowd urging them on, the two circle to their right a few steps here, a few steps here and a few steps here. They continue on, neither taking their eyes off the other as they go, slowly completing a full circle in the middle of the ring. The crowd cheers on the intensity in both competitors’ eyes as they continue to circle, neither wanting to risk making the first move. They continue circling, both looking for that opening to pounce but holding back so the other cannot come for them. The crowd, clearly loving this, starts to lean forward in anticipation, the pitch rising ever higher as the two competitors keep threatening to turn it loose.

Nick Hanson: Look at the respect these two are showing each other!

Miranda Augustino: Neither one wants to be the cabrón here.

They come to a stop and Anaquin grins, holding her hands up in the classic test of strength request. FM cocks her head slightly and then steps in, accepting the offer. They clasp hands and push against each other, both giving it everything they have and digging deep to gain the advantage they both know to be all-important for this encounter. Anaquin grimaces as she tries to take it while FM does the same. FM starts to inch their arms up from straight out at their sides, slowly starting to take over and stake her claim. Anaquin pushes back but FM continues to inch their arms up further and further. As they reach about the nine oclock and three o clock slots, Anaquin tries to dig in but FM will not be denied and keeps moving them up.

Nick Hanson: This doesn’t look like it was a good idea on Anaquin’s part…

Miranda Augustino: She took the chance, let’s see where it goes.

As FM keeps inhaling up, Anaquin ducks down and swings the larger woman into a monkey flip, sending her flying across the ring. FM manages to reverse in mid throw and somehow lands on her feet near the corner. Anaquin looks up, surprised to see this turn of events and FM explodes out of the corner, looking for a giant lariat-style clothesline. Anaquin pulls a Matrix maneuver to avoid it, ducking down and allowing FM to go flying by. The force of the miss causes FM to stumble in mid stride just as she passes Anaquin, the Spanish giant trying to put the brakes on and only seemingly managing to make the car shake in the process. Anaquin catches an arm around FM’s waist and hooks her for a German suplex.

Nick Hanson: Good God, what an impact!

Miranda Augustino: When two Kaiju-sized people collide, it will not be softly!

Anaquin pounces for the cover, hoping that ring-rattling impact was enough to catch the champion off-guard. The referee slides into position to count but before even a one comes down, FM kicks out with such force that Anaquion is thrown off of her completely. Anaquin stares at FM in shock, both that she was able to just toss her off like she was nothing even at her own considerable size and that the Old Tiger is able to kip up like she had not just been dropped on her head, neck and shoulders with enough force to register with the fans in the first few rows. FM glares at Anaquin like a predator staring down its next meal and extends a hand, motioning at Anaquin to “come get some.”

Nick Hanson: Oh… no…

Miranda Augustino: Baring her teeth…

Adams gets up, nodding, and takes off. In the blink of an eye, she gets to a full sprint. FM rears back, loading up and firing for another big lariat-style clothesline. Anaquin ducks the hug blow, and keeps going without missing a beat. She arrives on the opposite side of the ring and jumps up onto the second rope, springboarding into a flying crossbody that looks like a fighter jet coming in for the kill in a dogfight. FM catches her and puts a foot back to stop Anaquin’s forward motion right there. Anaquin tries to struggle free but FM turns and crashes her down into a brutal powerslam. FM hooks the leg for the cover.


Nick Hanson: On one?!!?

Miranda Augustino: This is an Undisputed Championship match, do you really expect it to go down that easy?

FM grabs a hold Anaquin’s head and drags her up to her feet again, fully intent on smashing the Challenger into pieces to finish her off. FM draws back her fist like an archer going for the kill shot on a prized bit of dinner. She swings for the fences but Anaquin ducks it so that the Champion’s fist only just ever so slightly grazes the Challenger’s cheek. Anaquin reaches up and catches the arm, executing an arm drag. Caught off-guard, FM is propelled through the air and lands just far enough away to give Anaquin the space she was looking to gain in order to better maneuver.

Nick Hanson: Anaquin trying to find an opening.

Miranda Augustino: She might have.

FM gets back to her original upright position, still registering shock from being caught by the Challenger on her face. Turning to face her opponent, FM sees Anaquin revving up and sprinting forward again as fast as the large blonde woman can go. Anaquin makes up the difference in space in a few steps and tries for a sling blade but the Champion turns to intercept. FM hooks Anaquin for a modified Biel throw that sends the Challenger launching into the corner. Anaquin flies like a guided missile into the turnbuckles and collapses, dropping right there and crumpling into a heap in the corner from the impact.

Nick Hanson: That opening just closed real damn quick!

Miranda Augustino: The Challenger hit hard too!

Anaquin grabs ahold of the ropes and starts to pull herself back up, looking up at her opponent as she does so. Her feet under her, her legs do not seem to really want to cooperate as Anaquin rises. FM comes roaring in for a massive body splash in the corner, hammering Anaquin against the turnbuckles again. Anaquin recoils and then slides down into the seated position against the corner. With Adams rocking like a drunk in a hurricane, FM backs up a few steps and sizes her opponent up. FM nods and charges back into the corner, the predator intent on the killshot at last. As she goes for the knee strike, Anaquin falls away, rolling out of the way at the very last possible split second. FM’s knee smashes into the turnbuckle and the Champion lets out a primal scream as she clutches at her knee in pain on the way down to the mat.

Nick Hanson: The Champion’s in trouble now!

Miranda Augustino: Possibly very deep trouble too!

FM manages to stop herself from going all the way down and attempts to move away from the danger of the corner but her wounded appendage is not cooperating at all with the plans being sent to it by her now firing on turbo-auto-pilot brain. Anaquin shoots up and spins like a Gravitron at a carnival or state fair and uses her centrifugal force to cache the Champion flush on the button on her chin with a jaw rattling Tectonic Shift that makes every fan shudder in their seats at the nasty sound of the impact. FM goes down like she’s been shot by a sniper in the book depository, her eyes looking like she just met the business end of Mike Tyson’s uppercut in his prime.

Nick Hanson: The Champion goes down like a tree struck by lightning!

Miranda Augustino: ¡Ay, Dios Mío!

Anaquin seizes the moment and runs over, jumping over FM like she’s a dead log on the road and jumps again up onto the top rope. Anaquin turns it into Cosmic Assault but the Champion gets her knees up and Anaquin bounces off and falls to the side yet still landing on her feet. The Challenger grasps at her ribs, gasping at the sudden sharp pain from the collision with the Champion’s knees on the way down. FM Gets back to feet and throws a brutal-looking right hook that no doubt has “night-night time” written all over it if it manages to connect. Anaquin ducks, obviously looking to dodge as she has several other times already in this match but this time, FM anticipates the Challenger’s tactic and brings her good knee up like a wrecking ball that the Universal Superstar never sees coming. Anaquin goes down and FM covers, hooking the leg.


Nick Hanson: How are these two still managing to keep going?

Miranda Augustino: It’s the Undisputed Championship, Nick. They will not be denied in their quests for the glory of being called Champion!

Sitting up with a look of utter disbelief on her face, the Old Tiger looks down to her wounded knee and starts slapping it repeatedly to try and get the feeling back to a more normal situation for her. As she does this, Anaquin rolls away unde the bottom rope, also looking to clear things for herself. Anaquin looks up and watches FM slapping her own knee and nods to herself. The Universal Superstar pulls herself up and launches herself off the top for a crossbody. Fm starts to get up but is not quite fast enough to deflect this time and only manages to catch her opponent as Anaquin comes down out of the sky. FM hits the ground and rolls through, looking to stand up and slam Anaquin again. Anaquin slips through and slides over FM’s shoulder, landing on her feet behind the Champion. FM tries to grab at her as she goes but catches nothing but air. Anaquin drops down and viciously chop blocks the back of FM’s already wounded knee.

Nick Hanson: God help us!

Miranda Augustino: The Champion’s in trouble again!

FM falls to one knee from the jarring blow to her leg and Anaquin rushes past her again, jumping to the top rope. FM looks up and Anaquin comes off for Hell’s Hammer. FM goes down onto her back and Anaquin scrambles for the cover. The referee jumps into position and counts.


Anaquin looks up in confusion even as the referee points at Young’s foot just barely on the bottom rope to save her Championship. Anaquin stares in disbelief, the crowd right there with her in stunned silence. The referee flashes the two sign at her and points at the foot again and Anaquin pounds the mat in frustration. FM starts to stir, looking like the Old Tiger might have life still yet. Not ready to give the Champion time to breathe and recover, Anaquin springs up, and goes right back to the top turnbuckle again. She turns and looks to come off for a second Hell’s Hammer. Young rolls out of the way just before Adams lands it and moves towards the middle of the ring. Anaquin lands on her feet and is forced to roll some to avoid damaging her knees from the landing. She rolls through to gain back her original upright position.

Nick Hanson: That was a close one!

Miranda Augustino: ¡Ay, Dios Mío! Was it ever!

Anaquin turns, finding herself right next to the Champion. FM catches Anaquin unaware and spins into a spinebuster with perfect technique and accuracy. Anaquin crashes to the mat with a jarring impact and FM pulls Anaquin right back up to her feet, almost like a bop bag that’s just been really walloped by the child beating on it. The Champion grabs the Challenger by the wrist and launches her into an Irish whip that Adams is powerless to stop. The Universal Superstar runs across the ring, hits the other side and rebounds off, running back across the ring. Just as she comes up to the Champion, Anaquin jumps up as if going for a hurricanrana. FM intercepts and reverses into the Human Error Processor! FM rolls forward and hooks both legs for the cover.


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall, and STILL the NFW Undisputed Champion!! The Tiger...FM...YOUNG!!!!

Nick Hanson: FM Young just pulled off the reversal of the century!

Miranda Augustino: She’s our Undisputed Champion for a reason.

The referee is quick to check on both women, but FM waves him off, seated against the bottom rope. He hands her the Undisputed Championship, and Young gets to her feet with a groan. As soon as the referee backs away, and Adams begins to rise, Young helps her to her feet. The two women stare into each other's eyes for a moment before FM grabs Anaquin by the wrist and holds her arm up to an absolute roar of approval from the fans in attendance!

Nick Hanson: FM Young is successful in her second championship defense!! Great performance by both competitors!!

Miranda Augustino: She better enjoy it while she can, Nick!! Katie Baby’s about to seal her destiny as Young’s opponent at Wrestle War!!

Nick Hanson: Well, we’ll see about that here in just a few moments!!

Anaquin slowly gets to her feet as FM’s music plays across the Collision Center. The referee walks over and hands FM the Undisputed Championship. As the two competitors eye each other, Anaquin slowly walks over and offers her hand out to FM.

FM cautiously takes the hand and the two shake on a good battle when suddenly, Anaquin pushes FM to the side and takes an Ad Stellam Matutinam to the head by Anton Crowley who has charged the ring. The crowd begins to boo and that only fuels Crowley who turns and nails FM with an Ad Stellam Matutinam as well, but FM falls out of the ring.

Nick Hanson: What the hell is Anton Crowley doing out here?!

Miranda Augustino: Papi making a statement!!!

He considers going after the champion, but then slowly his eyes turn towards the downed Universal Superstar. She’s knocked loopy from that knee strike, blinking her eyes as she stares up at the ceiling. Crowley walks over and grabs a handful of Anaquin’s hair and pulls her up to her feet and lifts her up high and drops her with a vicious backdrop driver.

The Demon King pulls her up once more and moves in behind her and locks in the In ostium inferos! He drops back, pulling her onto the mat as he locks in the kimura lock and just squeezes tightly. There are a couple of referees who have entered the ring, trying to get Anton to release the hold, but Crowley has that hold locked in tight and no one is making him release the hold until he’s damn good and ready.

Anaquin struggles in the move initially, but then slowly her movements begin to lack any power. Her body begins to convulse as her limbs fall down around her, limp. Even as Anaquin is unconscious, Anton Crowley keeps the hold locked in place for another minute before finally, he releases the hold, pushing the dead weight of Adams off him and then climbing to his feet.

Anton Crowley: Let this serve as a warning for anyone who comes after my Undisputed Championship! The title belongs to me!

Crowley exits the ring just as FM rises from the ringside area, crawling back into the ring and over to Anaquin to check on her condition. The referees are calling for a gurney as medical personnel wheel it down the ramp, past Anton Crowley who only grins at the sight of it and then continues to the back.

Nick Hanson: This is disgusting!! Absolutely uncalled for!

Miranda Augustino: Sometimes you gotta make a hard statement, Nick!! That title belongs to Anton!

Nick Hanson: That title belongs to FM Young!! Even I can tell you she beat him fair and square!!! This is absolutely uncalled for! Kudos to Anaquin Adams for lending a hand but look what it got her!

Miranda Augustino: Exactly! Look what it got her!!

Nick Hanson: Oh, stop it!!

Carefully, Anaquin is loaded onto the board and then transitioned to the gurney. The crowd looks on in stunned silence as The Universal Superstar is wheeled away from the ringside area, up the ramp and into the backstage area.