NFW Wrestling #35 - El Paso, TX! 04/08/2019!

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 Don Haskins 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.

NFW ROCKS MY F***ING SOCKS

MY HUSBAND MADE ME COME HERE

HEY PENELOPE CALL ME

HOW DO YOU GET DICK FROM RICHARD?!
(sign flip)
YOU ASK NICELY, EH GUY?!

I GOT FIRED LOLZ

RENEGADES? MORE LIKE RETROGRADES!

I CAME TO SEE THE RECKLESS ONE

The camera sweeps across the crowd, holding these signs. Numerous fans wear t-shirts in the likeness of their favorite stables, and superstars. Some fans even have their faces painted up like certain superstars such as Yuka Hirata's streak and Morgan Payne's football markings. A couple of fans in the front row, even have a Doomsday mask and Belphegor face paint on. The crowd's chant fills the arena.

NFW!

NFW!

NFW!

NFW!



The camera then settles on the commentary trio of James Reynolds, Nick Hanson and Matt Klazzic sitting side by side. Nick Hanson and Matt Klazzic wear suits while James Reynolds wears his usual jeans and leather jacket. James Reynolds looks more annoyed than anything as he sips from a water bottle.

HANSON
"Good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I'm Nick Hanson, here. Joined by Matt Klazzic and James Reynolds! Welcome to New Frontier Wrestling! We are LIVE here in, beautiful El Paso, Texas, inside the Don Haskins center--"

REYNOLDS
"And it is hot, as SHIT NICKY!!!"

HANSON
"What are you talking about? It's comfortable in here!"

REYNOLDS
"Outside, Nicky! It's not as shit!"

KLAZZIC
"HELLO, SPRING!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Are you always so goddamn positive, Matt?"

KLAZZIC
"Life's too short for negativity, James Reynolds!"

HANSON
"I wholeheartedly agree, Matt! You can't have negativity when you look at this card we have, either!"

REYNOLDS
"Probably the ONLY good thing about being in El Paso, guys! What have we got, Nicky?!"

HANSON
"We've got our main event, folks! The Unwanted, accompanied by Shelley SIlver taking on Sex & Violence's very own Penelope Cassidy and Nostalgia Ultra! Lara Blackheart isn't here, tonight, it seems."

REYNOLDS
"Well SHIT! There goes my eye candy. Still got the rest of them, though!"

KLAZZIC
"Stay classy, James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"Always, Matt. Fucking prude."

HANSON
"But before that, folks, we've got our two Television Titles on the line! Morgan Payne will take on Kimi Smalls of the Smalls Twins. Meanwhile, Chris Wolfe will defend his title against...."

REYNOLDS
"Oh god, don't remind me...."

HANSON
"...Oh yes, Jim. The Dominion Of Pain's Doomsday will challenge for the NFW Television Championship"

KLAZZIC
"I don't agree with bullies getting such opportunities but he did win his last two matches fair and square."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, he fucked your ass up, last week. How you feeling, anyway?"

KLAZZIC
"I'll be honest? I'm still a little sore. I'm not gonna knock that guy for his age. He can still go for a dad of two full grown kids! Not the best father figure, in my eyes but---"

HANSON
"Ah-ahhh, Matt? Let's just...get on with the card and not delve into some matters."

KLAZZIC
"Oh, of course, Nick! Meant no offense!"

HANSON
"Hopefully, none taken, Matt! So then! Midcard action! We've got Falls Count Anywhere between Serena Frost and Angel Kusanagi! They are going to settle - their - differences! No countout! No disqualification! You can pin your opponent ANYWHERE!! You can pin them across the street, down the street, if you want to! It all depends where the fight goes!"

REYNOLDS
"Kusagani is obsessed, Nicky. Have you seen the shit she's been tweeting online? All she thinks about is Serena Frost!"

HANSON
"Well, we know that's how her mind operates!"

REYNOLDS
"Goddamn nutcase."

HANSON
"The rest of the card? Just as hot! We've got Rick Dickulous in action. Your best friend, Matt, will be meeting the tag team partner of your opponent last week, Belphegor, in that very ring for singles action!"

KLAZZIC
"And I hope he knocks his lights out, Nick Hanson! Here's to my good buddy, Rick! I hope he knocks you right in the kisser, Belphegor!"

REYNOLDS
"It's gonna be like Battle of the Gargantuas. Two big, dumb, fucking monkeys fighting each other."

HANSON
"Jim, jeez...."

REYNOLDS
"One of them's even greasy as shit! You see Belphegor's hair?! He's the green, ocean one! Slimy bastard!"

HANSON
"JIM!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT?!"

HANSON
"Can I finish this rundown before you get murdered for talking trash to the wrong people?"

REYNOLDS
"By all means. Wait what?"

HANSON
"Alright, folks! The rest of our matches we've got lined up are Ryan Steele versus Ethan Skinner. Ryan Steele asked for this match before he even took on Yuka Hirata last week."

REYNOLDS
"That was embarrassing."

KLAZZIC
"That was awesome!"

REYNOLDS
"Sure, whatever, Matt. Say, Nicky? What did you say about me getting murdered? You didn't really mean that did you?"

James Reynolds laughs nervously as Nick Hanson continues his rundown, looking at the camera.

HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, we're also gonna be seeing our two newest acquisitions in action with our opening, two matches. Mary Williams will take on SBS' very own Kayako Kazama and for our opening contest, The Son of the Damned, the man we know as Darius Crowley, will be taking on a member of our partners in NJPW, LIJ's own BUSHI. We hope you're ready for it folks, because we certainly are!"

REYNOLDS
"Say, Nicky. What'd you mean about me getting murdered, earlier?"

Nick Hanson turns to James Reynolds back at the table with a serious look on his face. For a brief moment, he looks to the camera.

HANSON
"Excuse my language, ladies and gentlemen."

He turns back to James Reynolds then and brings up a hand to stress his point.

HANSON
"Dude. You talk so much shit, about the Dominion of Pain, it's a wonder they haven't spilled your guts on an altar."

KLAZZIC
"Nick Hanson! What would your mother think, hearing you use that language?!"

Absolutely mortified at the thought, James Reynolds turns to the camera and points.

REYNOLDS
"Lemme tell you Dominion fucks something, right now! You come near me and I'll sue every last one of your asses!"

HANSON
"You can't sue them for that, Jim. Them being in the ring is gonna be less than fifty feet from you!"

REYNOLDS
"I will sue you if you touch me!"

KLAZZIC
"Now, we all know that's not true."

HANSON
"I wouldn't put it passed him. He sued his own mother for getting him the wrong color socks for Christmas. Claimed he got bullied in the breakroom and suffered mental trauma."

KLAZZIC
"Are you serious?"

REYNOLDS
"Abso-fucking-lutely! Nicky was one of my tormentors!"

HANSON
"Your mom got you Powerpuff Girls socks! How did you expect not to get roasted?!"

KLAZZIC
"Well, then! That's our cue! Let's go ahead and start the show folks!"

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Immediately after the opening credits sounds, Wakanda by Evilwave begins to play. The lights go out as normal, and spotlights span across the arena, looking for the elusive superstar. Walking down the ramp towards the ring with a purpose this time, lead to the ring by Lady Elizavetta Von Dutch, Jag’hatai looks focused.

Rolling into the ring, he sits on the second rope, letting his manager get in the ring and ask for a microphone. She takes the microphone, folds her umbrella and places it in a corner and smikles at the camera and begins to address the fans.

“Hello El Paso.”

The fans scream their appreciation, and she waits a few moments so she can continue. Jag’hatai, stands silently behind her, a silent guardian, a stone sentinel.

“It would appear our want to face warriors has take fruit here in the NFW. We are gladdened by that. We are gladdened by that, because we like to give you the fans the matches you deserve. Matches filled with sportsmanship, and honour. We give you an extra 4 minutes plus, just spending time with us each week we are booked, because without fans, we are nothing.”

She lowers her microphone and Jag’hatai points into the crowd with both hands, on all four sides of the ring, while the fans cheer. Stepping back towards the centre of the ring, he resumes guardianship of Elizavetta.

“ We want to infect this whole federation with our want for proper combat. With that in mind, we are here to issue a Warriors Code Open challenge. We don’t care your size, or gender identity. The only rule is, you must shake our hand. So come on out and meet us in the ring, we await you.”

They both walk to the ring ropes and look down the ramp, waiting on their opponent.

As Jag'hatai D'habi and Elizavetta Von Dutch wait for an response to the open challenge, the shot cuts to the first backstage segment of the evening.

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~M-M-M-M-M-MAKE THE GROUND SHAKE!~





To the sound of an excerpt from Aero Chord's "Surface" -1:50 TO 2:15 - the title screen for The Game Room comes up with the cutout heads of Katrina Cage and Samantha Belmont bouncing around on either side of the title. After a few seconds, the Special Guest screen comes up, with the name 'MARISSA PAYNE'. Just like the last episode with Mary Williams, a cutout of Marissa's head bounces around under the text.

The camera cuts from the title screen to the inside of an arena locker room. The camera focuses on the 'hosts' and 'guest' of the show all sitting on a couch. As usual, Marissa is flanked on either side by Sammi and Kat. Kat Cage, wearing khaki cargo shorts and a white Rainbow Dash t-shirt, sits back on the lazy boy couch - why the HELL do these girls have a lounge couch in their locker room?! - watching an unseen TV screen as she pops cheesy popcorn in her mouth. The controllers are manned by Marissa and Sammi. A streaming feed at the bottom of the screen shows that the game of choice, now, is Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. On Sammi's side, it's pretty clear who her choice of character is as Kirby bounces around the screen wildly, throwing attacks. Sammi's wearing black short shorts, a pink Kirby beanie on her head and a Blackpool F.C jersey as she sits on the couch in her usual, cross legged position, focused on the screen.

"Alright, then." Sammi is the first to speak. "So winner gets what? Let's hear it!"

".....I hate this fucking game." Was Marissa's reply, a hilariously sour look on her face, as she was clearly getting her ass handed to her by Sammi. In a similar outfit to Sammi, except wearing a Thanos tee and a Steelers bandanna around her head, the blonde gave an adorable glare. "How the hell is Kirby gonna whoop Incineroar's ass? I call bullshit, babe. B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T."

Sammi giggled, leaning sideways into Marissa with an adorably devious grin as Kirby unleashed absolute hell on Incineroar, backing him towards the edge of the platform they were fighting on.

"You ever watch Death Battle on YouTube?" Kat asked, crunching on a piece of popcorn.

Sammi tossed her head back, almost cackling hilariously as she knew exactly what her tag team partner was going to bring up.

Kat took a sip from the straw in her fountain drink before continuing. "They run a simulator after comparing stats and abilities on two famous comic, anime or video game characters." She sat her cup down. "Well...Kirby...kicked the CRAP out of Majin Buu."

Marissa blinked, looking away from the screen (she was beyond winning this anyway) to stare at Kat. "Are you fucking serious right now? Kirby?"

She paused then, and a sly, devious grin spread across her face. "Hey Kat... I got my own personal cheat code. Watch this." She leaned in to Sammi then. "Hey. Just so you know... if Kirby goes down here? I go down later."

"True story!" Kat said, going so far as to raise her cup to Marissa like Neil Patrick Harris' character from How I Met Your Mother before sipping.

Sammi's eyes went hilariously wide as she turned to look up at Marissa with a look that said 'you promise?' On the streaming screen. Kirby STOPPED dead in his tracks and stood idly on the platform where Incineroar quickly sent the little pink ball plummeting off of the stage with his trademark, little cry.

Kat just looked at Marissa with narrowed eyes and a sly grin. "Oh, that's low, even for you." She grinned, chewing on her straw. "So are you and Morgan in the pot for the tag belts this month?"

"You do know who my mom is, right?" Marissa simply asked, with a smug, victorious grin, before turning to give Sammi a little smooch on the cheek. "Seriously though... I think we are? Honestly, I'm not sure. Now that Mor's got a title to defend, that might be on the back burner for a bit. And I can truthfully say I don't mind one bit."

Kat laughed at the mention of LeeAnn. The thought of her threatening management with death if her, essentially, two daughters didn't get included in the title match at Gang Warfare was hilarious.

"Awwwwww. See? You are sweet!" Kat said as she sat up on the couch. "People act like you're an ice queen or something and I don't mean Elsa."

"Those people can sod off!" Sammi said, blushing at the kiss from Marissa and hugged her from the side, cuddling up to her on the couch."They just don't know this girl."

"God I adore this little firecracker." Marissa said with a grin, before finally handing the controller to Kat. "Yeah. I suck at this game. You holler when you girls got the new Mortal Kombat, then you'll see some ass-kicking from moi."

Kat made an 'oh you know it' face and fist bumped Marissa. "Oh, girl, we got that baby pre-ordered and on standby for when we all get our go home trip before Gang Warfare. We'll be flying into Tucson with our copies in our luggage." She took the controller. "You good, Sam?"

"Mhmm." Sammi said in a content tone as she stayed cuddling against Marissa.

Kat went into a single player mode.

Here, Sammi looked up at Marissa with a playful, thoughtful smile on her face. "Ya know...you'd make a bloody good Sonya Blade, now that I think about it." She reached up with a cute grin, touching Marissa's recently dyed blonde hair.

"I'll remember that on your birthday." Marissa said in a calm, smug tone. Yeah, she knew how THAT would end. "Now... get the camera outta here and I'll show you guys some tricks that might help you in the ring."

gain, adorably, Sammi's eyes went wide with excitement. "June first, love!" She blurted out and leaned up quickly to lay a smooch on Marissa's cheek before turning to the camera and made a face, lazily kicking her leg out to shoo it off. Yes, her feet were bare, even in the arena. "Oi! Sod off, for now, mate! Top secret training! Shoo shoo!"

"Thanks for watching!" Kat threw up the deuces, winked and gave a smooch at the camera. Hard cut to their "Coming Soon" screen before fading to a commercial.



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[MATCH #1. SINGLES MATCH - DARIUS CROWLEY VS BUSHI]

Cutting back to ringside, Elizavetta Von Dutch and Jag'hatai D'habi are still waiting in the ring. Time has passed, however and it appears as though, nobody is coming to answer the challenge. Unphased, Jag'hatai D'habi looks to Elizavetta Von Dutch. His manager looks disappointed as she raises the microphone up to her mouth.

"Perhaps, maybe next time." She says simply, handing the microphone back to Roger Arden as she and Jag'hatai exit the ring.

HANSON
"Huh. Well, it appears as though there is no one looking to challenge Jag'hatai D'habi in his open invitation."

REYNOLDS
"Ain't got time for that shit, anyway! Let's get the goddamn show rolling!"


Right on cue, "BUSHI-DO" comes on over the speakers and the multicolored lights begin flashing throughout the arena. The video wall lights up with the LOS INGOBERNABLES DE JAPON logo as LIJ's BUSHI emerges out onto the stage, wearing his usual black wrestling trunks, boots and arm sleeves with a matching mask and an LIJ t-shirt.

ARDEN
"The following contest is your opening match and is scheduled for one fall!! Making his way to the ring first!! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty three pounds!! Representing New Japan's Los Ingobernables De Japon!! BUUUUUUUUSHIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

HANSON
"And here comes the next opponent for the Dominion of Pain's 'Filius Damnati.'"

REYNOLDS
"I still can't pronounce that damn word."

HANSON
"Of course you can't, Jim."

KLAZZIC
"Well, this is sure to be a pretty intense opening contest. We all know what BUSHI can do in the ring and if you folks are new to watching New Frontier Wrestling, wait till you feast your eyes on the technique of Darius Crowley!"

BUSHI reaches the ring and pulls off his outer mask, revealing his in-ring mask underneath, spraying mist from his mouth while posing up on the turnbuckle. He flips down into the ring and begins pacing, waiting for his opponent as....



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

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

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

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

HANSON
"Alright, folks! Opening contest! Crowley versus BUSHI!! The competitors are set! James Reynolds is cowering under the table! Here we go!

~DING DING DING~

Darius and BUSHI circled the mat, locked onto one another like a pair of big cats, in the center of the ring. Closing in, the two locked up - collar and elbow - and fought for dominance. BUSHI got the advantage, wrenching Darius' arm. Clutching his wrist, he brought his elbow down on Darius' forearm. Darius grimaced in pain but reached around and managed to reverse the arm hold, wrenching BUSHI's arm now. BUSHI immediately flipped forward, releasing the tension on his arm and went to wrench Darius' arm again. This time, Darius rolled forward and came back up, pulling BUSHI into an arm drag. BUSHI kipped to his feet as Darius came at him. He caught Darius by the arm and threw him with his own arm drag. As Darius shot up onto a knee, BUSHI went for a spinning kick to the head but Darius ducked and came back up for a spinning back elbow. BUSHI ducked under and slipped around behind Darius, grabbing him for a German Suplex attempt. He nailed the move, tossing Darius back over head. As he popped up onto his knees, however, he didn't see Darius roll right to his feet and come running in for a reverse sliding forearm to the back of the neck. BUSHI hit the mat and the fast paced exchange came to a sudden halt.

KLAZZIC
"Ho-ho-hooooooo!! It's a standoff, gentlemen!! We might have an even matchup here!"

HANSON
"We certainly might! Jim? You gonna hide under that table this whole match?"

REYNOLDS
"Yes I am, Nicky!"

From ringside, Jag'hatai D'habi and Elizavetta Von Dutch looked on in silent observation as BUSHI and Darius Crowley went back and forth in the ring. It was nigh impossible to read Jag'hatai's expression, though Elizavetta watched with a sense of intrigue on her face as she watched her client's rival in the company take on only his third opponent in his professional career.

REYNOLDS
"Is Jag'hatai still sitting over there?"

HANSON
"Sure is!"

REYNOLDS
"What the hell is he doing?!"

KLAZZIC
"I'd say scouting and studying like Darius Crowley did him last week."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah but Crowley interfered last week."

HANSON
"Oh, stop it."

As the match carried on, Darius Crowley continued to demonstrate his discipline and dominance as he matched BUSHI's strikes with his own. The two exchanged brutal kicks and forearms that rang out in the arena. Both men were intent on not stopping until the other was down. BUSHI proved to be the slightly quicker one as he was more aerial based than Darius, constantly finding ways to come springing off of the ropes to hit him with back elbows and enzugiris. Eventually, BUSHI missed an attempt at bounding off of the ropes and came running at Darius while he was on the ropes near the announce table. Darius sprung to life, tossing BUSHI up and over onto the apron. BUSHI landed on his feet but as soon as Darius saw him start to come down, he himself was running to the nearest corner, hopping up and springing off of the ropes adjacent to the ones his opponent was leaning on. Darius came back with a triangle springboard dropkick, sending BUSHI tumbling to the floor.

HANSON
"AND DOWN GOES BUSHI TO THE FLOOR!!!"

KLAZZIC
"WHAT A MOVE!!!"

Sitting in his seat at ringside, Jag'hatai D'habi didn't move a muscle. Nor did Elizavetta Von Dutch as the two watched both Darius and BUSHI. BUSHI writhed on the floor, starting to get up. Inside the ring, Darius hunched forward, hands on his knees, watching the masked man with a cold expression on his face. A killer's instinct in his eyes.

HANSON
"Ohhhhh, look out. Darius has that look in his eyes!"

REYNOLDS
"What look? The 'I'm gonna sacrifice your cat' look?"

HANSON
"Will you get out from under that table!"

KLAZZIC
"BUSHI might wanna watch out here!"

As BUSHI got to his feet and was clearing his senses, Darius straightened and ran back, coming off of the ropes for what had to be a diving attempt. While BUSHI dropped down, intent on making Darius miss his mark, Darius actually hit a forward handspring and bounced back off of the ropes, saving himself or perhaps he was aware of his opponents own prestige in the business. Confused by not seeing Darius crash onto the floor, BUSHI stood up again and looked behind him. As he turned back to the ring, Darius was already slingshotting himself over the ropes and coming right down on him with a flying forearm!

KLAZZIC
"OHHHH!!! CROWLEY FEINTS AND COMES OUT WITH A FOREARM!!"

HANSON
"JIM!! YOU'RE MISSING THIS!!"

REYNOLDS
"I DON'T CARE!!! OUT OF SIGHT!! OUT OF MIND!!!"

Darius got to his feet, outside the ring and finally acknowledged Jag'hatai D'habi and Elizavetta Von Dutch. There was no nod, no greeting and no rude gesture or remark. The man simply turned and picked BUSHI up, throwing him back into the ring. As he started entering behind him, BUSHI scrambled to his feet and and ran up to put the boots to Darius. Nonetheless, Darius continued trying to fight his way up. So, BUSHI went for an Irish Whip which Darius countered, whipping him instead. BUSHI came back off the ropes and ducked a spinning kick from Darius. As he ran at the ropes, BUSHI springboarded back off of them and caught Darius with a sudden hurricanrana. He immediately followed up, running off the ropes and hitting a basement dropkick right to the chest of Darius, knocking the wind out of him. Darius went down and BUSHI was in control of the match again, beginning to lay into him with his arsenal, once more.

KLAZZIC
"These guys are really going at it!"

HANSON
"They're beating the crap out of each other, Matt!"

Still, Darius Crowley absolutely refused to stay down, as he had shown in his previous two contests. After another brutal exchange of stiff strikes, Darius whipped BUSHI into the corner. As he came running in, however, BUSHI popped up with his feet, kicking Darius in the face. As Darius staggered back, BUSHI hopped up onto the top turnbuckle, coming right back off it and hitting Darius with the MX!!

HANSON
"THERE IT IS!!! MX!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"BUSHI GOES FOR THE COV-- HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!! HEY!!! HEY, REF!!!"

As BUSHI went for the cover, however, the referee didn't see him lift his feet up onto the ropes to add extra leverage!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

KLAZZIC
"You gotta be kidding me!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Wait, BUSHI won?!

HANSON
"YEAH, BY A CHEAP MANEUVER FROM BUSHI!!!!"

"BUSHI-DO" resumed over the speakers as BUSHI rose up onto his knees, throwing his fists up, victoriously. On the mat, Darius Crowley writhed on the mat, holding his jaw, and shaking his head to try and gather his senses.

KLAZZIC
"This is absurd!"

REYNOLDS
"HAHAAAAAA!!!! I think I can sleep happily, tonight!!"

As BUSHI's music played, and he celebrated on the ropes, Jag'hatai D'habi got up from his chair, suddenly and stormed over to the referee, followed closely by Elizavetta Von Dutch. The two immediately called the referee over and Elizavetta began speaking with him away from microphones. It was clear what Jag'hatai and Elizavetta were doing, however, as both of them motioned to BUSHI and the ropes. Finally, Jag'hatai pointed to the screen on the video wall, staring at the referee.

HANSON
"Wait a second, now. Jag'hatai D'habi and Elizavetta Von Dutch are...."

REYNOLDS
"The hell are they doing?"

KLAZZIC
"Oh I hope they're pointing out to the referee what happened!"

After bringing up a replay of the match ending, the referee saw BUSHI's feet on the ropes and immediately began chiding BUSHI for his underhanded tactics. BUSHI argued with him but the referee called Roger Arden over, to which the man nodded and raised his microphone.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that due to the illegal handling of the ropes during the pinfall that he is re-starting this match!"

KLAZZIC
"YEEESSSSS!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT?!"

HANSON
"A GREAT CALL BY THE OFFICIAL!!!"

As the crowd cheered with approval for the referee's decision, BUSHI came over and got in Elizavetta's face, arguing with her. The woman seemed completely fearless and unphased by the man attempting to get in her face and intimidate her. So...BUSHI nodded as if to say 'alright, whatever' before suddenly turning back and spraying black mist at her face!!!! But Jag'hatai D'habi SHOVED Elizavetta off of the apron, putting himself in the path of the mist, getting blasted right in the eyes. D'habi fell off the apron, clutching at his eyes as BUSHI backed up towards the center of the ring while the referee called for the match to be restarted.

~DING DING DING~

BUSHI turned around to advance on Darius Crowley, but Crowley was already back up on his feet, ready and waiting. As soon as BUSHI turned, Darius hit him with a spinning heel kick, knocking him back into the ropes. As he stumbled forward again, Darius booted him hard right in the midsection. SEETHING with rage, he grabbed him in a double underhook hold, delivering the STRAIGHT TO MORDOR!!! He immediately followed up with the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"And Darius Crowley will go down in the books as still undefeated!!"

REYNOLDS
"Not in mine! BUSHI pinned him!!"

KLAZZIC
"What are you, David Meltzer?"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, fuck you, Matt!"

HANSON
"He's got a point, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"And fuck you, Nicky!"

Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" played now as Darius sat back in a cross legged position, running a hand up over his face and moving his hair out of his eyes as he looked in the direction of Jag'hatai D'habi as he recovered outside. Elizavetta Von Dutch was already pouring water over his eyes until he could open them. When he looked over at Darius in the ring, the Dominion of Pain's newest member simply nodded with a stoic expression on his face as the shot faded out to a commercial.

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As the show came back from a commercial, the camera was already in the backstage area as officials and security rushed down the hallway towards a violent commotion.

HANSON
"Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! We've just found out there's an altercation going on in the back! We're gonna try and get a look at it and maybe see if security can get it under control!!"

REYNOLDS
"Why can't we just let people fight? Hey! See?! It's Nico!"

The camera finally caught up to the scene where Nico Salvatore was in a brawl with members of Suzuki-gun. He had Havok's shirt pulled over his mask and was throwing violent haymakers at whatever part of his body he could get to. Back. Chest. Face. Behind him, Takashi Sugiura threw an arm around his neck, going for a rear naked chokehold. Nico let go of Havok and ran himself back, slamming Sugiura into a wall and began trying to fight out of the chokehold. Security agents swarmed Havok to keep him back while others pulled Nico and Sugiura apart.

"Nico! Nico! Nico!!" As the fight was finally broken up, Commissioner Steven Brody came storming into the frame. "What the HELL is going on, now?!"

"I told you I wasn't fucking done with these bastards!!" Nico snaps, pointing at Sugiura and Havok. His words make Havok lunge towards him, trying to break out of security's hold. "No, no, let him go!!! C'mon motherfucker!! You too!" He turns, snapping at Sugiura. "Give me one of you! Fuck! Give me both of you!"

"Alright stop stop stop!" Brody says, raising his hands in annoyance. "Look. You want at these guys so bad? You can have one of them, next week. One of them. You pick."

"That motherfucker, right there!" Nico points at Takashi Sugiura. "You and me, paisano!! Next week! You game?! Call me, bitch. You know where to find me!" Nico throws up a phone hand gesture as he backs up out of camera. "Brody, book the fucking match! I got a dinner date, then I'm flying in to break my foot off in his ass!"

"Just...go back to your locker room, Nico!! In fact! Go back to the hotel! Cool off!" Steven Brody turns back to make sure Suzuki-gun is also gone before he rubs the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Christ..." He groans before walking out of frame.

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The camera jumped backstage, focusing on the locker room with the nameplate ‘MARY WILLIAMS’ on it. Seconds later, we hear a voice going “whssssssssssssh” like someone imitating a breeze or the sliding of a foot across the floor. Sliding into frame from the side, Katrina Cage of the Skillz Vendorz swoops in, dressed in cargo shorts and a Rainbow Dash t-shirt. The buzzed side of her head has a new neat design trimmed into it. The Latina gamer brings up her hand and knocks rhythmically on Mary’s door - in fact, people might recognize it as the ‘victory theme’ to the Final Fantasy series after a battle.

Waiting a beat after the final knock, the door sprang open and Mary Williams popped out of it, her arms raised in a victory stance. “And… it was just another random bug that you find in the forest to grind with…” she smirked, giving a backhanded insult to her previous opponent, Victoria Emmerson.

Kat busted out laughing at Mary’s quip. “Hey! Any XP is good XP!” She stepped in to hug Mary, giving her a squeeze. “You doing alright, chica?” She asked, still giggling over the joke. “I know you got one of those SBS girls, tonight. Thought I’d come and see if you needed any help getting ready. You good up here?” She raised an index finger, pointing to her own head, indicating Mary’s mental awareness.

Mary giggled with a shrug, “I mean, it is just the little one, but I’m sure that she picked me because she somehow actually thought that I might be an easy target. I’m mostly going for my mental center, knowing that I’m going to need to focus for the inevitable attack from the other two.”

Kat made a face. Mary was right, one one hand but…. “Ehhhhh, yeeeeeaaah, but...she’s also, kinda the crazy one, isn’t she?” Kat brought her hands up, making claws like a cat. “The one who acts like a sweet little kitten, then gets in the ring and goes all ‘raaaawwwrrr’ like a tiger?.” She lowered her hands then and turned serious. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I’m almost positive her friends are gonna try something. If they do? You know you’ve got two friends who’ve been itching for some action for awhile now. They jump? We’ll jump.”

Mary smiled, “that’s exactly what I was talking about. I know that they’re going to do it, and it’s a perfect opportunity for you and Sammi. They’re just going to play right into our hands. And hey…” her lips curled up into a devious grin. “They might even be giving us a one way ticket to Gang Warfare.”

Kat’s eyes widened with realization. “And we make a pay-per-view debut right off the bat! Chica, I like it!” She raised up a hand, high fiving Mary. “You ain’t gotta worry about a thing, girl! We got you.” Kat stepped in for another hug to Mary before stepping back and looking at her. “You need anything else before I run and make sure Sammi’s ready? I kiiiinda left her with Marissa? And who knows what those two are getting up to behind closed doors already.” Kat gave a comical, wide eyed look like she probably wasn’t supposed to say anything but did anyway. It wasn’t like Sammi and Marissa hadn’t openly declared their relationship status to the word via social media.

“Hey, they’re obvious and cute,” Mary smirked, shrugging. “And yes, I really didn’t think that I’d be in my first pay-per-view before earning my first degree, but here I am. It’s right there in front of us. Why not take it, you know?” She wasn’t absolutely sure that such a match would be booked, but a girl could dream.

“Hey, exactly.” Kat said. “Carpe diem, right?” Kat paused and thought for a second. “Or something like that or whatever.” She looked back up to Mary. “Anyway, you good, girl?”

Mary laughed, nodding, “go make sure they’re keeping it PG-13.”

“Tchyeah, I better!” Laughing, Kat fist bumped and hugged Mary again. “Later girl. Kick some butt, tonight!” She called back as she walked off and the shot faded out.

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The camera switches backstage to the hallway, leading up to the Gorilla Position. In the shot are the three members of SBS. Kayako Kazama, dressed in her gothic lolita-esque wrestling gear, walks in the middle with a beaming, excited smile on her face with her hands folded behind her back. Innocent like. Coming up just behind her, on either side, Masami Nishikiyama - dressed in black yoga pants, white sneakers and an SBS tanktop - and Yuka Hirata - dressed in black basketball shorts, black sneakers, a baggy white SBS tee, and a backwards baseball cap - are accompanying their competing friend, on her way to her match.

"Ahhhhhh! Kaya-chan tai Mae-ree Wiriamuzu!" Yuka Hirata speaks up, amped and excited for the task set before Kayako. "Anata wa kore no junbi ga dekite imasu ka?" Yuka grins slyly, reaching out to lightly punch Kayako in the back of her shoulder.

Kayako grins sweetly and giggles.

"Kanojo wa itsumo junbi ga dekite imasu!" Masami chimes in, smiling at their adorable team member. "Kanojo wa chō warui on'nadesu! Soopah! Baddu! Beech!" Masami pumps her fist, stepping up to walk beside Kayako and puts an arm around her shoulder. "Anata wa kore o motte imasu, on'nanoko. Watashitachiha ryōhō tomo anata o shinjite imasu!"

Kayako beams up at Masami. "Ahh! Sugoi! Watashi wa chōsen shite kanojo o taosu no o matsu koto ga dekimasen!" Kayako beams even brighter, tilting her head and throwing a fist straight into the air.

"Excuse me...Miss Kazama?" A women's voice says.

All three members of SBS stop and look off screen before Amy Connors steps in with her microphone in hand. "Hello. Amy Connors, with the interview team."

"Ahhhhhh!!" Kayako squeals with excitement as her eyes go wide with a hand shooting up to her mouth as if she's in the presence of a celebrity. "Eimī Konāzu-san!!" Kayako bounces happily and feverishly shakes the woman's hand. "Harro...." Kayako says slowly in English. "How ahh...you today?"

Amy Connors smiles, nodding gratefully. "I'm doing very well, thank you, considering!" She responds as Yuka Hirata steps up closer to the other two, putting her right there by Amy. Yuka looks at the woman with a scowl on her face. Even without her face paint and single contact in, she looks downright just...mean! Amy's smile fades from her face. "Oh...I-I'm sorry. Is this...a bad time?"

"Depend." Yuka says in her own thick accent. "You here ask Kaya-chan stupid question? She ready for match? She worried about roosing?" Yuka stares Amy down, coldly.

Amy shrinks back. "Oh! W-w-well..." Amy starts to stammer before Yuka SNATCHES the microphone from her hand and feints a lunge to get Amy out of the frame.

"Move bitch! Essu-Bee-Essu is taking ovah!" Yuka steps up beside Kayako where Amy once stood and puts on a a big smile, turning to her little friend as Masami stands on the other side of her with a halfway sympathetic look about Amy but quickly shrugs it off. "Kaya-chan!" Yuka asks, holding the mic up like an interviewer.

"Hai!" Kayako nods big, her pigtails bobbing. After this, she maintains a sweet smile at the camera.

Yuka continues the 'interview' leaning in towards Kayako while looking at the camera. "Are you ready for...Mae-ree Wiriamuzu?" Yuka holds out the mic under Kayako's mouth.

Kayako stands smiling at the camera as if she's enthralled with having it on her before suddenly noticing the mic is being held out to her to get an answer to the question. She looks down at the mic and goes wide eyed before giggling apologetically. "Ahh...hai! Watashi wa kore o motte imasu! I...am...ready!" She goes back to smiling at the camera.

Yuka Hirata nods, imitating an interviewer. She gives a 'serious' look at the camera, throwing a thumbs up as if to say 'outstanding answer!' "Hai! Sugoi, sugoi. Ahh...saigo no shitsumon: what wirru you do...when berru rings?"

Kayako's eyes go wide and her jaw drops. She looks to Yuka as if she's been asked a question that she's been studying hard for, in case anyone ever asked it to her. "Kotae ga wakaru yo!" Kayako brings up an index finger to stress her point. She puts on her best serious face which is simply narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips but far from intimidating, at all. She wags her finger at the camera. "Beat...uppu...Mae-ree Wiriamuzu! Wun! Two! Sreeeeeeee!" Kayako counts out the numbers before bringing her hand in in the shape of a peace sign beside her head and gives a squinty eyed smile. "Wakatta!"

Yuka nods and turns to look behind her as the camera angle widens to show Amy Connors standing there, looking dejected. Yuka hands her the microphone back which Amy takes tentatively, almost surprised that Yuka doesn't drop it. The striker of the three then lunges into the lens, eyes wide and crazed, tongue out and lets out a yell before walking offscreen.

Masami pats Kayako on the back, signaling for her to 'let's go' and walks passed her, following Yuka.

Kayako skips along after Masami, leaving the frame. A second later, we hear her go "Oh!" as if she forgot something. She suddenly leans back into the camera angle, smiling and waving both hands. "Bai baaaaaaaaaiiiii!" She giggles with her fists shaking under her chin and dips out of frame again, leaving Amy Connors standing there, looking as if she's starting to hate her job.

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[MATCH #2. SINGLES MATCH - WOMENS DIVISION - MARY WILLIAMS VS KAYAKO KAZAMA]


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

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

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

KLAZZIC
"I absolutely adore this young lady. She has such heart when she competes! I see a bright future ahead of her!"

HANSON
"Me too, Matt."

REYNOLDS
"She still hasn't called me."

HANSON
"She doesn't even have your number."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah she does. I left it in her locker. Said "Call me. Love, Jim."

HANSON
"Y---....oh lord...Jim. You're lucky she's eighteen."

REYNOLDS
"I'm thankful she's eighteen.



Upon the first gong of the song, the lights dim in the arena. The audience is shrouded in darkness for the duration of the intro. However, once the guitar riff kicks in (about 0:15), multicolored lights quickly begin flashing throughout. It's still dark, but it looks more like a rave metal show than a wrestling arena. As soon as the lyrics begin ("1! 2! 1-2-3-4!"), Kayako Kazama comes running out onto the stage, pumping her fist and counting along.

Despite the leaning boos of the crowd, Kayako is all smiles and waves excitedly to everyone before folding her hands down in front of her and tilting her head. She bats her eyelashes innocently and bends one foot back, doing an innocent little sway from side to side. As she does this playing to the crowd, she's joined by Yuka Hirata and Masami Nishikiyama as the two make their way out onto the stage to join their friend. Kayako turns back to acknowledge them, 'bouncing' over as the three stick their hands into the center over one another. They perform their team chant and Kayako starts her way down the ramp. The way she does this is with her hands folded behind her as she happily skips along towards the ring.

ARDEN
"On her way to the ring! Accompanied by Yuka Hirata and Masami Nishikiyama! She represents the Super Bitch Squad! From Kyoto, Japan! KAYAKOOOOOO KAAAZAAAAAAMAAAAAA!!!!"

Kayako skips along to the right side of the ring and warily, (yet adorably) climbs up onto the apron. One foot slips but she's holding onto the ropes by then. She turns to the camera with a hand over her lips and an embarrassed smile on her face - 'Oops!'- and daintily enters the ring underneath the second rope.

Kayako then proceeds to jump around the ring, waving overhead to the crowd as Yuka and Masami both enter the ring and come to stand with her, offering any last minute words of advice and encouragement. Kayako, still giggly, hugs both girls around the neck and throws a fist in the air like she's got this as Yuka and Masami retreat to ringside. Kayako moves into her corner, giving an adorable wave to the referee and then to Mary.

HANSON
"Well, Kayako Kazama has certainly been the confident one as of late, ever since she beat Victoria Emmerson in her first singles match. Mary Williams defeated Victoria Emmerson just last week. Let's see what happens here, tonight!"

~DING DING DING~

Once the bell rang, Mary Williams came out of her corner with her hands up and ready. Kayako Kazama stepped out leisurely with her hands folded behind her back, smiling ear to ear. She tilted her head to the side, smiling at Mary and stuck her arm straight out, wiggling her fingers for a handshake. Mary raised her eyebrows, looking at the hand then up at Kayako. Her face said it all - 'what, you think I'm stupid?' - as she shook her head and motioned for Kayako to come on and get started.

REYNOLDS
"What, she can't even shake her hand?"

HANSON
"Do you blame her? That is the most deceitful little girl I have ever met in this sport!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, I know she's young but she just turned eighteen. Ease up on Mary, Nick!"

HANSON
"I'm talking about Kayako! She puts on that cute little smile and then she stabs you in the back! Right Matt?"

KLAZZIC
"Can't argue there!"

Kayako's jaw dropped as she looked absolutely hurt and offended. She looked back Masami and Yuka - both standing outside of the ring - as if for an explanation. Masami's face said she was a little offended as well, as she stared up at Mary. Beside her, Yuka lifted her hands in a shrug at Mary and gestured to Kayako, wondering why she gave no handshake. Meanwhile, Kayako turned her back, crossed her arms and gave a 'humph!' She stomped her foot, looking down with a pouty face. Mary stepped towards Masami and Yuka, throwing her arms out to the side, mouthing 'I'm not stupid! She's not gonna shake my hand!' As Mary said this, however, Yuka's head quickly spun around when she heard Mary's voice. Seeing that she wasn't looking, Mary rushed in and dropped down, pulling Mary back under the legs and rolling her up with a Schoolgirl Cover. The referee immediately dropped down for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Mary Williams kicked out of the pin, popping up onto her knees as Kayako got to her feet and put a finger to her lips, looking up and swayed from side to side innocently. Mary tightened her lips, shaking her head with narrowed eyes at the girl.

HANSON
"See what I mean?! She's like a little snake! She strikes when the opportunity arises!"

REYNOLDS
"She's an adorable little kitten!"

KLAZZIC
"Yeah and here comes the Mare-Bear!!!"

Kayako had about a second to look at Mary again and gave that head tilted smile before Mary lunged up to her feet and threw herself at Kayako! She immediately began hammering her with forearms, backing her into the corner where she laid shot after shot on Kayako's jaw. Mary only ceased the forearms in order to cock back a hand and hit Kayako with a stiff chop across the chest. Kayako's feet came off of the mat and back down as she clutched her chest with a crying face. Audibly whining! She stumbled out of the corner and fell to her knees in the middle of the ring.

REYNOLDS
"Awwww, look she's hurt! Poor thing!"

HANSON
"Oh, give me a break, will ya?!"

Shaking her head, Mary Williams advanced on her, reaching down to go and yank her to her feet. As she did, Kayako sprung up with a sudden elbow to the midsection, followed by wild shots - slaps mainly across Mary's face and chest. Finally, she grabbed Mary by the face, clawing at her eyes until the referee quickly stepped in and broke them apart. Mary backed up into the corner, holding her face as the referee warned Kayako. Kayako pouted cutely at the referee, bringing up her hands and tapping her index fingers together, trying to look as adorable and apologetic as possible. While this was going on, Yuka Hirata climbed up onto the apron, grabbed Mary Williams by the head and dropped back down to the floor, slamming her face into the top rope and sending her back.

HANSON
"OH C'MON!!! LOOK OUT REF!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"TEAMWORK, NICKY!!"

HANSON
"They don't need to be out here if they're gonna do this!!"

KLAZZIC
"They need to be sent to the back!"

REYNOLDS
"Whooooaaaaa, Matt. This is 2019, not the 1960s."

KLAZZIC
"Oh, don't you even start, James Reynolds! Don't you even start!"

Again, Kayako rushed in, passed the referee and rolled Mary up in a small package, trying to hold her down with as much of her petite body as possible.

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH---!!

But Mary Williams kicked out again!! Kayako got to her feet, forming fists at her sides and stomped her foot, SCREAMING in frustration!! Huffing again, she grabbed Mary and went for a suplex but Mary hit her in the ribs and countered with a suplex of her own to the pop of the crowd! Kayako scrambled to her feet and turned to face Mary again. Mary was already coming in fast and jumped at her with a Crossbody, bringing her down before unleashing a series of forearms and elbows.

KLAZZIC
"AND THERE'S LITTLE MARE-BARE UNLOADING ON HER OPPONENT!!"

REYNOLDS
"SHE'S GONNA BRUISE HER CUTE FACE!!"

HANSON
"MAYBE SHE'LL WIPE THAT SMUG SMILE OFF!"

The referee had to pull the flustered Mary off but she quickly backed off and Kayako got to her feet. While the referee was in the middle of warning Mary about closed fists, Kayako rushed in with a boot to the midsection, and a couple of forearms to the jaw. She grabbed Mary by the arm and pulled for an Irish Whip but Mary planted her feet to stop Kayako's attempt as best she could. Finally, on a third attempt at an Irish Whip, Kayako sent Mary into the ropes. Mary bounced off as Kayako came at her with a wild clothesline but ducked underneath it and came back off the opposite side of the ropes, hitting Kayako with a dropkick.

HANSON
"Dropkick from Williams!!"

KLAZZIC
"Very good form!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I've seen better."

HANSON
"At least she can do one."

REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky!"

As the match went on, Kayako and Mary continued their back and forth trade-off of offense. Mary began to show her introduction into aerial maneuvers, hitting a middle rope springboard heel kick to Kayako when the lolita-esque wrestler whipped her into the ropes.

The match continued on, back and forth between Williams and Kazama with both girls having their share of offense on one another when, eventually....

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"Whoooaaaaa!! And that's gonna be the twenty five minute mark for these two and this match is...well...it's over!"

KLAZZIC
"A draw?! WOW!!"

REYNOLDS
"I know I am, gentlemen. Thanks."

HANSON
"Not you. The match, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Oh, well that, too."

As Roger Arden got on the microphone and began to announce the match as a draw, Mary Williams kept her eyes on Kayako Kazama as the girl, again, stuck out her arm and hand with a big smile, wanting to shake. As Mary, once again, shook her head, the crowd began to jeer as Yuka Hirata slid into the ring behind Mary and hit her in the back of the leg with a chop block, sending her to the mat!!

HANSON
"OH NOW, C'MON!!! THE MATCH IS OVER!!!"

KLAZZIC
"SOMEONE STOP THIS!!"

As Yuka Hirata was joined by Masami Nishikiyama and Kayako Kazama in stomping and kicking at Mary Williams, the crowd suddenly went WILD as Katrina Cage and Sammi Belmont - the Skillz Vendorz, only seen in vignettes and segment videos - burst from the curtain and came SPRINTING towards the ring!!

HANSON
"HERE COME KAT CAGE AND SAMMI BELMONT!!! WE KNEW THEY WERE HERE AND WE KNEW THEY WERE READY FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS!!"

KLAZZIC
"GO GIRLS GO!!"

REYNOLDS
"THEY'RE NOT EVEN BOOKED TONIGHT, WHAT THE HELL!!! GO CLEAN THE LOCKER ROOMS!!"

Kat and Sammi slid into the ring and went right at SBS. Kat tackled Masami into a corner and began trading shots with her. Little Sammi, small as she was started throwing wild shots at Yuka Hirata. Yuka blocked a strike and hit Sammi with a forearm before whipping her into the ropes. Sammi dipped forward, hitting a handspring and came right back at Yuka with a PELE KICK to the face!! Yuka hit the mat rolling out of the ring. Back over in the corner, Masami had reversed Kat back against the turnbuckle and started chopping away at her. Mary Williams got to her feet and grabbed Masami by the waist, trying to wrestle her away. Masami managed to overpower Mary and get out of her grasp. She turned around, cocking back with a forearm when Kat Cage suddenly came out the corner and caught Masami off guard with a SLINGBLADE!!!

HANSON
"THIS CROWD IS GOING NUTS FOR THE SKILLZ VENDORZ!!! THEY'VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE THEM!!!"

KLAZZIC
"AND BOY WHAT A FIRST SHOWING!! IT MAY NOT BE A MATCH BUT WOW!!"

Masami rolled out of the ring after the Slingblade, reconvening with Yuka as the two looked up into the ring with a mixture of anger and concern at the three. Concern mostly because they realized that Kayako was still in the ring. Kayako looked like a cornered cat in the ring as Mary, Kat and Sammi all turned their attention to her and looked like they were going to close in. As they inched closer and closer, Kat feigned a lunge at Kayako, causing her to "EEP!!" and quickly drop down, scramble out of the ring and run around to meet up with Masami and Yuka.

REYNOLDS
"Now that wasn't very nice!"

HANSON
"That was hilarious, actually."

As SBS backed up the ramp, Kat Cage called for a microphone from Roger Arden and lifted it to her mouth in the ring as she came to stand between Mary Williams and Sammi Belmont.

"Hey hey hey hey hey!" Kat called into the microphone, getting SBS attention, snapping her fingers out in front of her. "You three! Look up here!" She paused, hanging an arm over Sammi's shoulders and resting the elbow of her microphone hand on one of Mary's. "So I was just thinking, see. You three are tight as hell, right? You like to have each other's backs? Well so do we!" She nodded between herself and Sammi. "But you know what? We've also got this little girl's back!" She nodded over to Mary. "So how about this? Sam and I've been itching to get into an NFW ring for the first time and we would love to do so on a big stage. SO! How about...you three...versus...us three..." She paused, looking around at the crowd as they began to cheer. "...At GANG WARFARE!!"

KLAZZIC
"I LOVE THAT IDEA!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"NO WAY!! THEY DON'T DESERVE TO BE ON A PAY-PER-VIEW YET!!! THEY HAVEN'T EVEN WRESTLED FOR US, YET!!"

HANSON
"WELL, THAT'S WHAT THEY WANT!!! I SAY GIVE IT TO THEM!!"

The camera focused on SBS as Yuka and Masami eagerly nodded their heads in acceptance. Kayako simply stuck out her tongue and stomped her feet angrily as the shot faded out.

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All you can see is blackness, but you can hear words in the distance. The words seem to be getting closer and closer to the darkness and as the camera lens flares, as the light shines through, Ethan Skinners face is seen, up close and personal and he is holding the camera’s lens cap in his hand. He appears smiling.

“Ryan Steele. The Reckless One. You made a mistake in challenging me. The man I am now, is NOT the man I was when I entered this business. I am far more dangerous now. I am far more unforgiving now. I am your worst nightmare. And when you live in the dark, others can’t escape the light, but running into the dark. Running into where you live. For you are waiting on them, for them, sometimes with them just to end them. That is where you have found yourself. You are up against a man, nay a watcher from the shadows, who will now play by the rules of the game you created, well I take that back, a game that I let you believe you created, a game in truth that I created for you. So it is by my rules do we play our game, and when you’re done, when you're defeated by me, you won’t be able to call yourself a giant any longer. Not without any real sincerity. I don’t really feel like wasting many words on you, for you don’t deserve them. Go back to the darkness, to my home and hide there, if you can. Remember, I’ll find you. See you tonight.”

The lens cap goes back on the camera and just Ethan’s haunting laugh can be heard as the footsteps fall away from the camera.

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Cutting over to a new shot, the camera follows Amy Connors through what looks to be a hotel hallway, rather than the backstage area of the arena. She looks about as skeptical as viewers probably are, speaking into the mic as she walks.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Amy Connors here. I’m looking to try and get a word with Kimi Smalls of the Smalls Twins about her match tonight. However, I couldn’t find her in the arena, anywhere. I’m being told she’s yet to have even left the hotel where everyone is staying, so….” Amy shrugs as she turns down a hallway of room doors. “Let’s see if we can find her and get a few questions in about her match against the Women’s Television Championship, tonight.”

Typically, Kimi was a lot more punctual, and would already be at the arena. In fact, she told Kyle to go without her that day, just in case. She had slept a little longer than usual and once she realized where she was, she slipped out of the room that she was in, looking around to make sure that no one was around to see her. Which… of course, wasn’t the case. She looked up to see a cameraman and the back of N*FW’s backstage interviewer.

“Oh shit…” she groaned, knowing that the camera already caught her. Knowing she looked decent enough and not too ‘walk of shame’, she walked up to them. “Am I really that late?”

Amy looked at the camera, then back to Kimi. “Hello, Kimi. Umm. Well, sort of. I mean, there’s still time to get ready for your match. That’s actually why I’m here. Now, a couple weeks ago, your brother Kyle: he had an opportunity at the NFW Television Championship. Tonight, you have an opportunity at the Women’s TV title. Do you know anything about your opponent, the champion, Morgan Payne?” Amy asked, holding the mic out to Kimi with a sympathetic look on her face, wondering if she was okay seeing as how she slept in late.

Kimi nodded, “yeah, he gave it his all, but he still tends to doubt himself in the ring. We’ve been trying to break him of that. But tonight?” she grinned. “I’m no stranger to contending for a title, but I have yet to ever hold one. Early in my career, I never really got my footing. I was nothing more than a spot monkey. Now I’ve heard of Morgan Payne. She’s the one who talks like she’s a Jersey Shore reject on Twitter, right?” she tilted her head.

“Umm…” Amy looked at the camera with a look that asked ‘how do I even answer that in an unbiased manner’ before looking back to Kimi. “Well, she’s the Women’s Television Champion. Tag team partner to Marissa Payne. They make up the Iron Maidens, collectively. How have you prepared for tonight, Kimi?”

“Of course!” Kimi grinned. “Granted, I would have loved to be the one to take down Serena Frost, but all that matters is that she was. It’s easy for me to pretend that I am still just a lofty cheerleader, letting my opponents fall into this nice false sense of security that I’m an easy target, but I don’t like do. Now I don’t want to pretend. I want to go out there and show the entire world what I can really do.”

Amy nodded in agreement as she brought the microphone back to herself. “An admirable trait, definitely, Kimi. I won’t take up much more of your time; I know you have to get to the arena. We’d be happy to drive you ourselves, even. One final question, though; do you have anything you’d like to say to the Women’s TV champion, directly?” Amy offered the microphone over again, looking at the camera with Kimi.

“Aside from the fact that I’m a Giants fan?” Kimi laughed. “No, no… we’re going beyond that. I know that you’ve probably heard a thing or two about me, Morgan. Honestly, though? Unless it’s a rumor about where I was before coming to NFW? Forget it. A lot of things happened while I was… away. Given the chance, I’ll give you the best fight of your life.”

Amy nodded, looking to Kimi again, directly. “Well, Kimi. We certainly look forward to your match tonight. May the best competitor, tonight win and---” Amy stopped herself short when she heard a door open, nearby. Looking up, she watched as the same door that Kimi Smalls had come out of was opening again.

Seconds later, Vincent Stone appeared, dressed comfortably in his own pair of black sweat pants and an old school Eminem t-shirt with a backwards Hands of Stone cap on his head. Amy Connors turned curious as Stone walked right up to the two women during the interview. “Oh, hey Amy! Looking for this one?” He smirked, pointing to Kimi, poking fun at her lightly for oversleeping.

Amy nodded slowly. “Well, yeah but...we were just finishing up.”

Stone nodded, raising his eyebrows and shrugging. “Ah. Cool.” He looked to Kimi then and hung an arm over her shoulders. “Ready to go?”

Kimi nodded, a beaming smile coming across her face. “Yeah, I’m ready to hold onto a little gold. See you around, Amy.”

Amy lifted her other hand, waving slowly as she watched Kimi Smalls and Vincent Stone walk off, out of frame as the shot faded to black.

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[MATCH #3. SINGLES - "THE RECKLESS ONE" RYAN STEELE VS "THE MAORI WARRIOR" ETHAN SKINNER]



To the sound of Blues Saraceno's "Evil Ways", the lights dimmed down, leaving the arena in the dark while the word "RECKLESS" appeared up on the video wall. Lighters are seen throughout the crowd as a figure in the dark is seen walking out onto the stage, slowly. Then, right at the 1:00 mark in the song, the lights on the stage suddenly come on, revealing "The Reckless One" Ryan Steele on stage, looking around at the audience. As he does, he spots a random fan in the crowd with a sign for him and points a finger, acknowledging he sees them and nods. He then starts making his way down to the ring.

ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds!! From Dayton, Ohio!! He is The Reckless One!! RYAAAAAAAAN STEEEEEEEEEEL!!!!"

Ryan Steele makes his way towards the ring at a pace that matches his music, calm and leisurely. He slaps a few hands in the front row before running up onto the apron suddenly and climbs the turnbuckle. Ryan points to another fan and throws them the horns with his hand before climbing down inside of the ring and begins removing his entrance gear.



Nagual's Ka Mate fills the arena through the speaker system as the lights immediately dim down, shrouding the audience in darkness. Suddenly, the camera cuts to the area behind the curtain, known as the gorilla position. We see a pair of boots slowly making their way towards the curtain as the camera pans upwards. Before a full look is shown of the individual, the camera cuts back to the arena as pyro erupts from the stage, obscuring the entryway. After a long moment, the storm of sparks die down as the camera pans up the ramp towards the revealed visage of Ethan Skinner. As the camera hones in on the man’s face, he lifts his gaze from the floor...and a cold smile forms across his face as he stares down at the ring, smoke spewing from his nose and from between his teeth, making his expression even more terrifying. Finally, he moves forward, briskly walking down the ramp as ring announcer, Roger Arden’s voice, thunders throughout the arena.

ARDEN
“Making his way to the ring...from Burnham Camp, New Zealand!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! ETHAAAAAAAAAN SKIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEEERR!!!”

Tonight, in a rather odd display, Ethan carries a plastic bag with him and begins reaching into it as he approaches the crowd. He begins passing out...lemons? Yes. Ethan Skinner begins passing out lemons to random fans in the front row, until he pulls out the last lemon and keeps it for himself.

REYNOLDS
"Is he handing out fucking lemons?!"

KLAZZIC
"Ethan Skinner is handing out lemons, to the crowd."

REYNOLDS
"What the hell?!"

HANSON
"Why don't you ask him?"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, no."

Ethan Skinner reaches the ring, ascending the steps and promptly entering the ring, finding his corner as he silently stares across the ring at his opponent with the cold, calculated look of a maniacal genius.

Before the match begins the two competitors meet in the centre of the ring, Ethan still has the lemon and Steele starts pushing Ethan’s shoulders, mouthing words like “guys with eyeliner don’t scare me” and “ didn’t goth music die in the eighties”

HANSON
"Ryan Steele, of course, talking a little trash."

REYNOLDS
"Of course! He's gotta talk his shit! He's the Reckless One!"

Ethan with a smile on his face just puts the lemon to his mouth, tears it open and spits the lemon juice and rind right into Steele’s face, blinding him.

KLAZZIC
"Oh!!! Now, wait a minute!!! He can't do that!!"

REYNOLDS
"Bell hasn't rung yet, Matty!"

After a few seconds of being blind and getting checked on by the referees, while keeping Ethan near his own corner, the referee calls for the bell, starting the match.

~DING DING DING~

Steele, who is obviously angry now starts hammering away on Skinner. Backing him into a corner, with viscous rights and lefts. Skinner pokes him in the eye quickly with a thumb and returns the favour. Rocking Steele with thunderous blow after blow.

HANSON
"OH!!!! Poke to the eye by Skinner and he's in control now!!"

REYNOLDS
"Dirty bastard!!"

KLAZZIC
"I'll agree there!"

Turning attention to the crowd a moment, Skinner rolls out of the ring and starts looking underneath. Coming back up with a staple gun he looks at the gun and back to Steele a few times with the ref is counting.

3

4

5

Moving to his own corner and putting the staple gun down Ethan rolls in the ring, breaking the count and back out. Steele has gotten back to his feet now and is following Skinner around the ring while Ethan is throwing up the ring curtain, trying to find more weapons of destruction and failing, so far.

6

7

8

The count is stopped when Steele gets fed up with the antics of his opponent and reaches over and grabs him by the hair, pulling him back onto the ring apron by force.

HANSON
"Here's Steele now! He looks a little fed up with Ethan's tricks!"

REYNOLDS
"Fuck him up, Ryan!"

KLAZZIC
"Language, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"Smooch my ass, Matt."

Almost out of nowhere, Steele slams Ethan’s head into the mat as he gets through the ropes with a Dark Omen, which quickly floats into a pin attempt.

ONE!!

Immediately kicked out by Skinner who sits up shaking his head. Steele walks over to Ethan and begins to taunt the man, slapping the back of his head until he bounces off the ropes and kicks Ethan in the lower back. Backing up to do it again except this time Steele flips over Ethan, snapping his head forwards and then backwards sliding out of the ropes afterwards, tapping his forehead and mouthing the words ”I’m smarter than him” right into the camera with a smug smile.

REYNOLDS
"Yes you are, Ryan! Yes you are!"

KLAZZIC
"Well, if he's so smart, he better get back in the ring before he gets counted out!"

Ethan get to his feet groggily and stumbles towards a neutral corner. Steele gets back in the ring slowly. Ethan can be seen smiling at Steele through his black hair.

TKP!

TKP!

TKP!

Out of nowhere, as Ryan Steele turns his attention back to the match, Ethan lands a TKP on Steele and attempts a pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

After the victory Ethan walks over to the announcer table and grabs a microphone, stops and sees a glint of metal under the ring apron. Reaching underneath he pulls out not one, but two sets of handcuffs.

HANSON
"What the hell is he doing now?"

REYNOLDS
"I don't know, but I don't like it!"

“Mr...” small chuckle “...Brody. As you can see I didn’t no show, but you think you have control here. We are the D. O. P. The Dominion of Pain. We do what we want, when we want, and to whoever we want. So, this is me, showing how much control, you don’t have. “

KLAZZIC
"What's he doing now?"

HANSON
"I don't know, but we might wanna get someone out here!"

Dropping the mic and quickly grabbing Steele off the mat Ethan walks him over to a corner and sets him up in a tree of woe. Ethan gets a sick and twisted look on his face, ignoring the referee and handcuffs Steele’s hand to the bottom ropes, both arms outstretched. Looking from where Steele’s hung upside down to the staple gun in the corner, as more referees come flooding out from the back, Ethan pushes past them and stalks back over and slams the staple gun “south of the border” fives times before slithering out of the ring legs first, admiring his handy work, all the while surrounded by referees.

KLAZZIC
"I'VE NEVER SEEN SOMETHING SO HEINOUS IN MY ENTIRE CAREER!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT WAS JUST WRONG!!!! GET RYAN DOWN FROM THERE! AND SOMEBODY FINE SKINNER!!"

HANSON

"I don't think he's gonna be fined, Jim! But we'll have to see!"

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The camera opened on a pair of black boots with black and purple kickpads. The crowd in the audience in went from a low din of noise to a cheer as the camera panned up, slowly, revealing the name "KUSANAGI" on each pad in matching purple text that was designed to look sharp and jagged at every turn of the letters. A pair of pale hands was in the middle of adjusting black kneepads with the Japanese hiragana for "KILLER" on them. Angel Kusanagi was then revealed with a pan out, wearing short, cut off jean shorts and a black sports bra to go with her usually seen footwear and black handwraps. She moreorless had a street fight tonight. She saw no reason to get completely geared up. Angel finished with her kneepads and brought up an arm, slapping her padded elbow before nodding in approval.

"Hey." Angel looked up at the sound of the voice. The crowd popped again as they watched Adrianna Salvatore step into the frame, still in her own street clothes. Black form hugging jeans with a low waistline, tucked into her high rise buckled boots and a sleeveless, midriff cropped Unwanted t-shirt. Her makeup was already done and her hair was done up in a messy bun. "You gonna be good out there? You sure you don't need any of us?" Adrianna asked, giving Angel a look. "I don't trust that bitch."

Angel nodded. "Yes. I...good. I wirru be...okay." She said slowly and carefully. "They come...you come." She said, indicating she only wanted backup if the Renegades showed up.

Adrianna nodded and slapped little Angel on the back. "You know it. After what happened last time one of us went anywhere by ourselves? We're keeping a close watch on everybody."

Angel nodded. "Hai." She paused, raising her fist up to Adrianna.

Adrianna bumped it with a smirk. "Atta girl."

"LADIES!" With a big, bright grin, the diminutive form of Mia Hayashi strolled into view, dressed in black jeans, black boots, and black NERV tee. She gave Adrianna a cheeky little slap on the ass as she walked by, before glomping onto Angel for a big hug. "Missed you, Bonkers." She turned to look at both of them then, crossing her arms. "Alright, bitches. The band's back together. So what's on the agenda?"

Adrianna smirked sideways at Mia after the slap. Angel actually glomped Mia back as she was one of very few people that Angel actually liked at all. "Mia-chaaaaan!" She said with a smile that, surprisingly, wasn't filled with any deranged intent. It was just happy. There wasn't much energy in her tone but there was genuine happiness in it. She gave the girl a squeeze before letting her go. Adrianna reached over and pulled Mia in with a side hug and gave her a big kiss on the side of the head. "This is one of the reasons we missed you." She kept one arm around Mia, nodding towards Angel. "First thing's first, like you, this is Angel's first match. She says she's ready for Serena, but I wanna make sure our bases are covered. It's Falls Anywhere, No DQ. You know what that means. Aside from that, Shelley's on her way now so we can go over our own shit."

"Good, good." Mia looked at both girls, a content smile on her face. They were weird. They were mismatched. But they were family. "If Frost's buddies try anything, we go down there, pull a Negan, and shut this shit down." She looked over at Adrianna, glad to see that even with mutual feelings now involved, their dynamic hadn't seemed to change. "Main event... we should be good. Unless the Dominion tries to get involved, interference won't be an issue. Lara's not even here this week. So for once we should have an even battle."

"Well, look at this," Shelley Silver grinned as she stepped into the doorway, dressed head-to-toe in Venum apparel. She took in the view of the reunion, getting the great feeling of everything had fallen back into place. "I came into this company blind last year and because I was barely paying attention, I took everything that Lara had said at face value. That wasn't very mature of me. I now know that I was wrong. I know that you've all already forgiven me, but it's past time that I should apologize for my previous judgment."

Adrianna smirked as if she thought the need for an apology was silly. She reached out and patted the side of Shelley's shoulder. "Hey. You gave me one of the biggest fights of my career last year when you and I were on' less than friendly terms.'" To be honest, it was widely believed they wanted to end each other's careers. Now, however, it was like Shelley had grown closer to them than even Lara had been before everything went south. Adrianna continued. "You've been someone that all of us have come to trust, more than most people, lately, Shels. Which is why...." Adrianna reached down, off screen, going into her duffel bag before she came back into frame, holding a rolled up black t-shirt. She gave a small smile, her black lips curling up as she offered the shirt out to Shelley Silver. "It's your decision in the end, and if you're not ready, we understand, but...we'd all be stoked if you said yes."

'It'd be a lot cooler if you diiiiiiiiid!" Matthew McCoughney's voice came from a small speaker and the camera inched over to show Angel holding up her phone with the Dazed and Confused scene on her youtube app, paused after that part. When Shelley unrolled the shirt, it was revealed to be one with the UNWANTED name and logo on the front.

Mia nodded, extending a hand. "Any beef you and I had? Is over. When you first got here? I was being a selfish, petty bitch. People change. And I'm not gonna sit here and talk shit on Lara. I know her better than anyone, and I know this isn't her. But that's for another day. For right now? I agree. We all want you on this team."

Shelley closed her eyes for a moment, plenty of time had passed since her last stable had disbanded. She hadn't made everyone pay for their sins yet, but it had been so long that she had long since let it go. Project: CHAOS never actually wanted Shelley as anything more than eye-candy and a mouthpiece. She already knew that things would be different with The Unwanted. As she took the shirt and let it unroll, a tear formed in her eye. "I don't think I would want anything more than to join you. I feel like I've already been welcomed into the fold. We may as well make it official now."

Adrianna's mouth formed another smile as she saw the tear form. She knew they had her at that point, before she even said anything. "We thought you'd say that. Come here, girl." Adrianna stepped forward, pulling Shelley in for a tight, warm hug, rubbing her back. "You're right. You have been one of us for awhile, now. We're all equal in this group. None of us is the leader, despite what some assholes might say." She let Shelley go, finally, only for Angel Kusanagi to step in right after her and throw her arms around Shelley's waist, giving her an awkwardly adorable hug like she was still getting used to showing honest to god affection to a human being. "I don't think the three of us need much of a plan going in. I feel like we shook them up last week. Tonight, we just need to finish them off. First, we need to keep our favorite little headcase here out of more trouble than necessary." She gestured to Angel, still clinging to Shelley's waist with her head resting against her bust.

"We don't have a leader, but if we did? It'd totally be me. I'm the mastermind here. Plus, I got MAD charisma." Mia said, offering a cheesy grin as she said it. Hey... she may have become a better person, but she was still a cocky little bitch.

Adrianna IMMEDIATELY looked over and down at Mia with a humored 'seriously?' expression before she pulled the girl in closer with her arm around her. "That's a debate we're not gonna get into. Just remember, you know first hand now, how strong I can be." She said and, as 'payback' for the little slap on her butt, she gave Mia a flirty nip on the ear. She looked back at Angel and Shelley, realizing Angel was STILL clinging to her! She looked at Shelley with an almost apologetic look. "I think you've got a growth, Shels."

Shelley kept an arm around Angel's smiling down at her. There was something about that spunky little so-and-so that Shelley really admired, and she didn't see herself leaving her, or the others, any time soon. "No, you're right. We've already got this. They thought that they could just come in and walk all over us. It's past time to show them that they definitely can't." She leaned down, kissing the top of Angel's head, "plus I don't think that the boys in the Dominion actually back Lara up. It feels like more of an obligation to me."

"Like I said..." Mia chimed in then, "We can go into it more in private later, but.... yeah. That's what I'm afraid of. They're egging her on when they should be getting her help. This isn't gonna end well. But anyhoo. We're gonna end this. And end it mercilessly. With no second thoughts. Like ABC handles most of their new shows."

"Or like Fox handled Firefly." Adrianna said with some disdain in her voice. "Bottom line is, Mia's right. I wanted to beat Lara until she was a broken heap but she made he realize she needs help seeing the truth, more than anything." Adrianna said this to Shelley. "We need to be that help for her. Even if it means fighting her to get through to her." She looked down from Shelley to Angel again and shook her head, before reaching out to poke the little woman in the shoulder. "Hey. Bonkers. I know Shelley's one of you favorite people. You've got ass to kick real soon, though. Go out there and remind Frost who she's fucking with."

At this, Angel stepped back from Shelley, looking at Adrianna and Mia before she nodded. She fist bumped both of them before turning back to Shelley with her eyes falling on the woman's chest again. She lifted her eyes up at the taller woman with a suggestive look in her eyes as she stepped passed her and went out the door.

Adrianna watched her go and couldn't help but smirk in amusement. "What would she be like if she didn't have us to keep her focused?"

Shelley took a deep breath at Adrianna's quip, about to respond, then glanced over to the camera. "I'll get back to you guys on that one." She smiled, "but you're both right. We've got this. But for the record?" she let out a small chuckle. "It wasn't actually Fox's fault when it came to Firefly. I think that one was a budget thing. They are to blame for The Sarah Connor Chronicles and many other potentially amazing shows, though."

She looked from Adrianna to Mia and gave a single nod. "It's the beginning of the end, my friends."

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From the previous scene, the camera cuts to another section of the backstage where we see McKeesport Mafia member, Shelton Benjamin, standing at a vending machine. He looks over the selections, grinning when he sees something.

"Oh-hoooo man. Bet!! That's what I'm talking about!" He punches his hand excitedly and starts digging into his pants for his wallet.

Before he can it out, he's suddenly blindsided by someone who comes rushing in from out of frame!! The crowd jeers as they instantly recognize new signee, Jaxton Crowe, as he slams Shelton Benjamin's head over and over into the glass of the vending machine. When Benjamin goes down, Crowe mounts him MMA style and starts raining down punches on him with that glass covered fist of his.

HANSON
"HEY!! THAT'S JAXTON CROWE!!! HE'S BACK AGAIN!!"

KLAZZIC
"HE'S BEEN ATTACKING MEMBERS OF THE ROSTER FOR THE PAST FEW WEEKS!!!"

Finally, stagehands manage to pull Jaxton Crowe off of Shelton Benjamin, fighting with the man until he gets up on his own and steps back, grinning. He turns towards the camera and raises his glass fist, covered in Shelton'a blood. He winks and clicks his tongue.

"You already fucking know!"

Jaxton Crowe says before he walks away from the camera, casually moving down the hallway as the shot cuts away back to ringside.

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[MATCH #4. SINGLES - FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE - SERENA FROST VS ANGEL KUSANAGI]



As the sound of Static X's "Cold" rips throughout the arena, Serena Frost comes walking slowly out on stage, glaring hatefully out at the audience!

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Falls...Count...ANYWHERE match!! Making her way to the ring, first....from Seattle Washington....representing The Renegades...SERENAAAAAAAAA FROOOOOOOOOOOST!!!!!!"

As Serena is announced, she reaches the ring and enters coolly, never changing her glaring expression at the fans as she removes her entrance jacket and drops it down at the timekeeper to take care of and waits in the corner, scowling at the stage as she hunches forward, ready and waiting.



In a darkened arena, except for the flashing of red lights, "Splatter Party" begins to play. Devoted fans sing along with the "la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la" part. In front of the video wall which portrays an eerie, forest with a red filter, the black silhouette of Angel Kusanagi walks out onto the stage. With her head down, she shakes one fist down by her side and hops leisurely back and forth on her toes.

ARDEN
"Her opponent...from Osaka, Japan!! She represents the Unwanted.....AAAAAANGEEEEEL KUSAAAAAAANAGIIIIIIIII!!!"

As her name is announced, Angel brings up her fists, roughly smacking them against her head to pump herself up before starting towards the ring. No nonsense. No theatrics. She completely ignores any and all fan attention as she ascends the steps and enters the ring under the middle rope. Angel immediately walks to the center of the ring and drops to her knees for a moment, with her hands on her lap. It almost appears she is either praying or finding focus before she slaps the mat and springs to her feet, finally lifting her head as the arena lighting returns to normal. As mentioned before, she's not in her complete ring gear so she doesn't have her hooded robe on. She's already set to go....

HANSON
"Oh, man. This has the potential to be a violent matchup, guys."

REYNOLDS
"More violent than their match at March Misery?"

HANSON
"Ehhhhh maybe not so, but still."

KLAZZIC
"I'm not a fan of No DQ stipulations but it is what it is, I guess!"

~DING DING DING~

Serena Frost and Angel Kusanagi immediately came to the center of the ring to meet. Angel instigated the circling as she paced slowly around Serena, whom only turned to keep an eye on her. Angel circled around, watching with a dark, wicked anticipation in her eyes. Her tongue ran over her upper lip as she circled Serena. Head tilted down but her cold eyes locked right onto her. Serena kept turning, watching Angel and began to speak. The microphones on the cameras just barely picked up the audio. 'You're one fucking crazy bitch, you know that?' Serena said, oddly with an amused smile. Angel raised her eyebrows with her eyes going wide, nodding. 'Yeah? You do know that, don't you?' Serena asked. Angel gritted her teeth with an anticipating smile on her face, nodding. Serena brought up a hand, sliding one foot back as she got into a ready stance and beckoned Angel to her. 'Let's go, you crazy bitch.' Angel suddenly lunged forward, right into Serena and the two engaged a lockup.

HANSON
"Here we go guys!!! End of a rivalry, right here on NFW TV!"

REYNOLDS
"Ho-hoooooo!!! Chick fight!"

HANSON
"This is gonna be a war, Jim. An absolute war!"

The two women pushed against each other with Serena being the one to eventually work Angel back from the center of the ring to the ropes. Once Angel's back was being pressed against the top rope itself, the referee called for the break, trying to urge women apart but really couldn't force them.

KLAZZIC
"The referee wants to get them apart but he really can't count and DQ them! This is all legal!"

After a moment, Serena and Angel both lifted their hands as Serena leaned back slowly, nodding to the ref. Angel leaned back against the top rope still. As the referee stepped back from the two, however, Serena lunged forward with a loud, stiff CHOP across Angel's chest. The crowd boo'ed the Renegades' leader as her opponent from the Unwanted covered her chest with an arm and keeled forward, holding onto the rope. First came a cringe of pain on her face that slowly turned into a smile. Then she appeared to be laughing. Giggling was more like it. Angel straightened up and stepped away from the ropes, bumping her chest against the taller woman as she defiantly made a brushing motion across her chest like she were dusting the chop off. She stepped back from Serena and opened her arms out to the sides, looking down at her chest and quickly up at Serena. 'Ikoooouuuu!' She could be heard saying, in Japanese. 'Ikouzeeeee!!!!!! C'mooooooon!'

REYNOLDS
"She wants some more!"

HANSON
"Angel Kusanagi wants some more!"

REYNOLDS
"She's crazy!"

KLAZZIC
"She's tough, I'll give her that!"

Serena raised her eyebrows and nodded at Angel. 'Yeah? You want more? Alright, bitch.' Serena rubbed her hands together for a second as Angel braced herself. She cocked back and swung, giving another chop across Angel's chest. Angel staggered back, bringing a hand to her chest, cringing.

HANSON
"Ohhhhhhhh and you can hear those shots!"

KLAZZIC
"Take my word for it, those do not feel good!"

Again, Angel stepped back up to Serena, yelling in the woman's face. "SORE DA KE KA?! C'MOOOOOON!!!!!!" Angel jerked a hand in a 'bring it' motion as she stepped back and waited for another chop. Serena shook her head and looked at the crowd, pointing to Angel. 'This crazy bitch.' She said before cocking back and going for another chop. This time, Angel shot underneath her arm and grabbed her around the waist, running her back into a corner. The referee immediately moved in to call for the break. Serena raised her arms again. Angel released Serena's waist and slowly straightened up, keeping her gaze on her opponent. This time, it was Angel who suddenly lunged forward at Serena. However, instead of striking her, Angel grabbed Serena and laid a rough kiss right on her lips!! The crowd reacted with a mixture of a pop and laughter as Serena struggled to push the insane woman back.

HANSON
"Whoa now, what?!"

REYNOLDS
"Now that's what I'm talking about!! Kiss and make up!!"

KLAZZIC
"Cover the kids eyes, folks!"

Finally, after a moment, Serena got Angel off of her and just looked at her with confusion and bewilderment on her face. Angel, meanwhile, brushed her thumb over her own lips before licking them and grinning maniacally. This time, Serena lunged forward but Angel blocked her arm and began laying forearms to her, knocking her back into the corner as she hammered her over and over.

HANSON
"And now here's Kusanagi with hammering shots! Taking it to her latest rival!"

REYNOLDS
"Noooooo!!! Serena!!!!"

Angel backed off of Serena but immediately took off across the ring, rebounded off the ropes and came back her way. Able to collect herself, Serena darted out of the corner, moving adjacent to Angel and rebounded off of the ropes herself. Angel barely got a foot up to halt her charge and keep from slamming into the corner. She turned to see Serena coming back at her, going for a dropkick but Angel moved out of the way, sending Serena almost through the top and middle ropes to the floor. Serena saved herself by catching the top rope with her arms and got her feet on the apron. Angel, at this point, grabbed her under her chin and yanked, pulling Serena back into the ring, far enough to so her knees were bent over the middle rope before hitting a reverse lungblower, driving her knees up into Serena's back.

KLAZZIC
"OHHH!! LUNGBLOWER WHILE BEING HUNG ON THE ROPES!!"

HANSON
"MY--GOD!!!!"

Angel got to her feet, briefly looking outside of the ring, thinking something before grabbing Serena by the hair. She picked her up to her feet and threw her through the ropes, out to the floor, following her out. As Serena writhed on the floor, Angel walked over to the Spanish announce table and started clearing it. Monitors being thrown, the protective cover being discarded. Program papers being tossed aside until the surface was completely bare. She walked back over to Serena and kicked her in the ribs to keep her reeling before picking her up to her feet and walked her over to the cleared table.

HANSON
"Oh god, what's she doing now?! Hector! Emilio! Get out of there!!"

REYNOLDS
"Do we have this shit in our budget, Nicky?!"

HANSON
"I hope so!"

Angel reared Serena's head up and smashed her face into the table top before rolling her onto the table itself and climbing up on top of it.

KLAZZIC
"Oh no, guys. This isn't gonna be good. This isn't gonna be good at all!!"

HANSON
"What the hell is she doing?!"

The commentators got their answer as Angel picked Serena up and positioned her with her head between her legs, brushing her hair out of her face and calling for the finish. The crowd popped, realizing she was calling for the Boseki Driver!! She grabbed Serena by the waist and went for the lift but Serena's feet came back down onto the table top and she crumpled to her knees, making it difficult for Angel to pick her up. As Angel tried to get her back on her feet, Serena freed her head from between her legs and began fighting back with strikes to the ribs before landing a stiff shot to the jaw, stunning Angel. Serena turned the woman around and positioned her for her own finisher.

HANSON
"Aw no, you gotta be kidding me!! Angel went for the Boseki Driver! Serena countered it!! But she's not gonna do this, is she?!"

REYNOLDS
"You're damn right she is, Nicky!"

HANSON & KLAZZIC
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!"

To the shock of everyone watching, Serena Frost delivered a devastating Ice Age right off the side of the announce table, throwing her and Angel Kusanagi right back to the floor. Angel laid out on her back, seemingly out of it as Serena crawled over, grimacing with each motion and covered the woman for the pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT by Angel Kusanagi as she shot an arm up. Serena visibly mouthed 'Fuck!' in frustration before pulling herself up to her feet. With herself, she picked up Angel and leaned her back against the table. Serena backed up a bit and ran in, hitting the Japanese woman with a stiff boot to the face, sending her back and halfway onto the table's surface. Serena lifted Angel's legs up and positioned her all the way on it before rolling back into the ring and climbing to the top turnbuckle.

REYNOLDS
"Ho-hoooooo what's she doing now? Take her out, Serena!"

HANSON
"Someone's gonna get hurt in this match!"

Throwing the double middle finger at her opponent on the Spanish announce table, Serena mouthed 'Fuck. You.' before diving off of the turnbuckle and delivering a diving elbow drop right onto Angel, causing the table to collapse and break inward. She ended up rolling off of Angel and unable to make the pin, however.

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

When Serena finally did stir, she rolled back over Angel a moment later, slowly hooking the leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

ANOTHER KICKOUT by Angel and the match continued at ringside before Angel began fighting back and gaining the advantage again, against Serena. Dazing her with forearm strikes, Angel then Irish Whipped Serena Frost into the fan barrier. While Serena was leaning against it, Angel came charging with a blood curdling shriek and threw herself right into Serena with a Crossbody, sending them both into the audience area, tumbling to the exposed concrete floor.

HANSON
"AND THERE THEY GO INTO THE CROWD!!! THIS FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH IS REALLY GETTING UNDERWAY NOW!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"I WON'T BE SURPRISED IF THEY TAKE THE FIGHT TO THE BACK!"

From here the match continued with the two women fighting it out through the floor level crowd area. Angel was still in control at this point since her comeback, following the table spot and Irish Whipped Serena through the doors to the backstage area. The camera quickly jumped from the one following them to one that was already rolling on the other side. Angel dragged Serena through the backstage area, running her into walls, running her into stacked equipment boxes. Anything she could. Finally, Angel ran Serena right through a door where the two stepped into a thin smoky haze. Several voices cheering for the fight were heard inside as the camera followed them in, revealing that the two women had found the Great White North's locker room. The haze, obviously coming from Rick Dickulous' bong which sat on his lap.

"HEY, THERE YOU GO, ANGEL-GUY! FUCKING GIV'ER!!" Rick shouted as the rest of GWN rooted for more violence, even if it was at the expense of their own locker room.

REYNOLDS
"Oh god, both of those girls need to get out of there before Rick Dickulous rots their brains!"

KLAZZIC
"They've taken the fight into the locker rooms, now!!"

Angel and Serena continued fighting in the GWN locker room. With a running start, Angel drove the sole of her boot into Serena's face, garnering a cheer from the GWN. As Angel turned, she saw something that caught her eye. She walked...no...limped over to where Rick Dickulous was sitting and pointed at his bong. Rick looked at the bong. Looked at Angel. He brought it in towards himself. "Nuh-uh! You leave Rita McNeil out of this, eh? I don't want her sufferin the same fate as Anne Murray, eh?!"

Rolling her eyes, Angel managed to wrestle the bong out of Rick's hands and - to the surprise and delight of the GWN and even the watching audience, the normally creepy Japanese woman took a massive hit from it before handing it back to Rick. "Hoooooooly SHIT, ANGEL-GUY!" Rick said, impressed as Angel exhaled a plume of smoke and turned her attention back to Serena. Here, the woman had recovered from the boot to the face and came in with a folded steel chair to the gut of Angel, followed by bringing it down onto her back with a loud SMACK!! Serena dropped the chair, picked up Angel and threw her back out of the locker room. She threw her rival stable a quick middle finger before she and the camera left the locker room and went back into the open backstage.

HANSON
"This match is definitely insane! Where are they gonna go next?!"

KLAZZIC
"I think they're heading to the concession area!"

REYNOLDS
"Sure looks like it! Get yourselves a snack ladies!! Hahahaha!!!"

Serena and Angel fought further into the backstage area, brawling through the area where they kept the tables of concessions for the roster and staff members. Several staff and superstars were actually present when they made their way over with Serena shoving Angel's face into a bowl of fruit punch. The punch bubbled and churned as Angel flailed, trying to get her face out. "Drink up, nutjob!" Serena pulled Angel's face back up out of the bowl. Angel gasped and coughed as juice now soaked her face and hair. Serena struck Angel in the face with a closed fist, knocking her back.

HANSON
"Ohhhh!!! That looked nasty!"

REYNOLDS
"No DQ, though, Nicky! It's all legal!"

HANSON
"Oh I know. Trust me, I know."

KLAZZIC
"This isn't even wrestling anymore. This is just a fight!"

Serena went to ram Angel's face into the table but Angel braced her hands to stop it and elbowed Serena in the stomach before grabbing her by the head and rammed her face into the table. As Serena reeled, Angel picked up the entire bowl of punch and flipped her wet hair out of her face. "YEEEEEAAAAAGGGGGHHH!!!!" With an enraged shriek Angel SHATTERED the bowl over Serena's head, dousing her with punch as it spilled all over and the broken glass pieces busted all over the floor. Angel grabbed Serena up and ran her right into the concession table, sending her up onto it, knocking an assortment of snacks all over the place.

REYNOLDS
"Hey! Waste of food, you psycho bitch!"

KLAZZIC
"I just saw the nachos take a tumble! I wanted some of those!"

Climbing up onto the table, Angel picked Serena up onto her knees and began hammering blows down onto her back, nearly out of it herself. Serena started getting up, fighting back with shots of her own as the two women stood on the table. Serena forearmed Angel. Angel forearmed her back. Serena answered with another forearm. Angel answered back, followed by a quick headbutt that caught Serena off guard. Serena slumped forward, legs starting to buckle as Angel held her up and turned her around to where her back was to her. Angel hooked Serena's arms back behind her and rested her chin on Serena's shoulder. Grinning through dripping hair, unhinged, Angel giggled and placed a kiss on the side of Serena's head before suddenly snapping her back and hitting a Tiger Suplex THROUGH the table they were both standing on!!

HANSON
"OHHH----MY-----GODDD!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I'M NOT GONNA LIE, THAT COULD HAVE HURT BOTH OF THEM!!!!"

As Serena laid on the floor, Angel stirred next to her, both women covered in scattered, assorted foods from going through the table. Angel winced, pulling herself over and pushed Serena over, onto her back, slumping across the woman's body and going limp. The referee dropped to the floor and counted.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

"Splatter Party" filled the ringside arena area as the crowd went up into a pop and the camera focused on the two motionless forms of Angel Kusanagi and Serena Frost. The former laying on top of the latter still in a heap as officials rushed the scene to make sure they weren't actually injured as the shot faded out.

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*Amy Connors stands in front of an NFW backdrop, microphone in hand as the segment opens. She smiles into the camera and begins speaking*

"Ladies and gentlemen, Amy Connors here backstage! I'm just awaiting the arrival of Rick Dickulous for a few words before his match tonight against Belphegor, one half of the NFW Tag Team Champions, Ultra-Violence! Things have been tense, we've seen both Doomsday and Belphegor pick up wins over Matt Klazzic, who has recently formed a tag team with Rick."

*Amy looks off camera and smiles as Rick slowly steps into the shot from the right. His normal smile doesn't seem quite so bright, although it's still there - looking very much forced*

"Speaking of Rick Dickulous, ladies and gentlemen, here he is! Welcome, Rick!"

*Rick waves at Amy halfheartedly, clearly focused on something else*

"Thanks, Amy-guy. Sorry for not being myself, eh? I've got a lot on my mind, and none of it has a happy ending, bud..."

*Amy looks puzzled momentarily before launching into her questions*

"Rick, last week we saw your tag partner, Matt Klazzic, get double teamed by Ultra-Violence after Matt nearly beat Doomsday in a one-on-one matchup. What's your reaction?"

*Rick's eyes narrow a bit, his normal cheery tone gone, replaced instead with an eerily calm voice; Amy's reaction the same as many viewers likely would be - surprise and intrigue*

"My reaction, Amy-guy? Ultra-Violence are two mean dudes, I won't lie about that, eh? But what I CAN tell you? One-on-one, neither one of them are pushovers, bud - and two-on-one? I couldn't do that - no, I WOULDN'T do that, guy."

*Rick wrings his taped hands together - another change from his usual appearance. The white tape running up his hands, halfway up his forearms identical to his father's ring gear*

"But tonight I get to take Belphegor out fer a rip, and let me tell you, Amy-guy, I plan on going out there and showing these people exactly what they want to see - what they wanted to see when Matt took a go - Belphegor counting lights. If that takes everything I've got, bud? So be it."

*Amy nods at Rick and fires another question*

"Rick, it's no secret that you and Doomsday have been in each others' sights for quite some time now. Going up against his tag partner, how worried are you that Doomsday might try to get involved? That would put you in that two-on-one situation you were mentioning earlier..."

*Rick shakes his head no*

"That's where you're wrong, guy. Matty's right there with Jimmy and Nick on commentary - it won't be a two-on-one, eh? It'll just be Belphegor and I - and I can tell you right now, neither one of us are gonna stop until the other ain't movin', bud!"

*Amy jumps in again*

"Last question, Rick, I know you're up next. Shelley Silver brought something up last week that's been on the minds of a lot of people - well, I'm paraphrasing, she didn't actually ask this, she just kind of hinted at it: will the NFW Universe ever see you back in action for the Silver Mountain Championship again, or have you and Matt Klazzic turned your attention to tag team wrestling full time?"

*Rick's smile seems natural, albeit nowhere near as large as usual*

"I'm sure it'll happen again, Amy-guy...but Shelly beat me fair and square, bud. I'm not a sore loser, guy! Besides, like I said already, I know she's gonna be as good a champ as I was, eh? Otherwise I probably would've taken 'er out fer a rip right away. I mean, shit, bud, I wouldn't want anyone to Ryan Steele that belt....sorry, not sorry."

*Amy takes a sharp breath, and closes her eyes, obviously fighting a laugh. A moment later she looks into the camera and smiles*

"Ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first from Rick Dickulous. I'm Amy Connors, sending you back to Nick, Jim, and Matt at ringside."

*As the segment fades to a shot of the audience, Rick's voice can still be heard momentarily before the audio cuts out*

"What, guy? It's true! I wouldn't want anyone to Ryan Stee--"

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[MATCH #5. SINGLES MATCH - RICK DICKULOUS VS BELPHEGOR]



The lights dim down with a hint of red as Samael's "Hagemony" fills the arena. Seconds into the song, the enormous Belphegor comes walking through the curtain, scowling from under his terrifying face paint as he immediately begins his walk down the ramp.

ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first...weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds...representing the Dominion of Pain!! He is THE MONSTER...BEEEELLLLLPHEEEEGOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!!"

Belphegor reaches the ring, pulling himself up onto the apron and steps over the top rope, beginning to circle the ring, flipping his hair up out of his face as he glares at everything that falls in his line of sight. Up to and including the entrance stage as he waits for his opponent....



As the lights resume to normal, briefly, they go right back to a bright red hue as Jackyl's "The Lumberjack" starts to play over the speakers. As Jesse Dupree's trademark voice shrieks from the speakers, Belphegor watches the stage with cold, hardened eyes.

HANSON
"You ready to see two giants collide, gentlemen?"

KLAZZIC
"You know who I'm rooting for!!"

REYNOLDS
"Of course, you are. Your best friend."

KLAZZIC
"Are you rooting for Belphegor?"

REYNOLDS
"Hell no! I'm sitting this one out!"

As Rick Dickulous' music continued to play, Belphegor stood motionless in the ring, waiting for the man's arrival.

HANSON
"Well, where is he?"

KLAZZIC
"Oh no!"

REYNOLDS
"Probably got lost on his way to the ring. Fucking idiot!"

KLAZZIC
"OH SUGAR SMACKS AND HONEYCOMBS!!"

The camera jumps over to the announce table as Matt Klazzic stands out of his chair, looking down with one hand up on his headset. He frantically looks to Nick Hanson. Then to James Reynolds. Then back down in front of him.

REYNOLDS
"What the fuck are you---"

KLAZZIC
"We need cameras in the back!! NOW!! CAMERAS IN THE BACK!!"

HANSON
"Matt? What's wrong?!"

KLAZZIC
"CUT TO THE BACK!!"

As Matt Klazzic says this, the cameras cut to the back and go right to the Gorilla Position where Rick Dickulous is seen on the floor. Three pairs of feet stand over him, laying the boots to the man. Stomping and kicking him as hard as they can. One pair of feet walks way from the frame, prompting the camera to back away some and look up revealing.... THE RENEGADES!!! Julian Morrison and Jr. Heayvyweight Champion, Tyler Grey continue laying boots to the Canadian giant as Tyson Law comes back over with a metal trash bin.

HANSON
"Hey!! There's Rick Dickulous, right there!! What the hell's going on?!"

KLAZZIC
"THE RENEGADES!!! WHY AM I NOT SURPRISED?!"

REYNOLDS
"HAHAAAAA I LOVE IT!!!!"

"Yo yo yo yo yo, watch out watch out!" Tyson Law says, urging Julian and Tyler out of the way. As they back up, Tyson SMASHES the trash can down across Rick 's body, spilling trash all over the floor. He dumps the rest of the trash all over Rick. "There you go, boy! Buncha fuckin' garbage just like your ass!" Tyson brings the trash can down onto Rick over and over and over, denting it to oblivion before discarding it.

HANSON
"Dear god! Look at the condition of that trash can after Tyson Law's vicious assault!"

KLAZZIC
"WHERE THE HECK IS HELP AT?!"

REYNOLDS
"Who wants to help that big dumbass?

Julian Morrison finds the lid and examines it, weighing it in his hands and nods. "Get his ass up." Tyson and Tyler reach down and pick Rick up onto his knees. "Hey, Rick." Julian says, leaning down to look the man in the face before starting to rear back with the lid. "Give the rest of your crew our FUCKING regards!!!" On the F-bomb, Julian SMACKS Rick over the head with the trash can lid, sending him crumpling to the floor. On the audio, we hear a headset being ripped off and thrown to the floor. Julian lets the trash can lid fall to the floor and drops a hand down onto the shoulders of Tyson Law and Tyler Grey on either side of him. "Gentlemen? I think we're done here!" Julian says in a casual tone as if they just completed a good day's work.

Tyson extends a hand down towards Rick, 'pulling the pin.' "Boom, bitch!"

Tyler Grey gives Rick Dickulous one last boot to the head and spits on him. "FUCK YOU, RICK! AND FUCK THE GREAT WHITE NORTH!" The perpetually enraged man joins Julian and Tyson as they walk off.

Seconds later, Matt Klazzic rushes into the frame to Rick's side. "Rick. Rick!! Buddy!!"

"Matt!" A new voice comes from off screen and Matt Klazzic looks up just as Vincent Stone comes rushing in from the other side like a bat at of hell, sliding onto his knees at Rick and Matt's side. "Shit, what happened?! Rick!!"

"The darn Renegades happened!" Matt Klazzic looked up at Vincent Stone. Despite his silly way of 'cursing' it was evident that he was FUMING!

Stone looks at Matt with an angry realization coming over his expression. He stands up with the camera, looking off in the only other direction they could have gone. "Goddamn it. YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!" He shouts down the hallway and points. "GREY!! I'LL SEE YOUR ASS IN THREE WEEKS, BITCH!!" Beside Stone, Matt Klazzic rises into frame, glaring under his mask right beside him as EMTs rush into the frame to check on Rick Dickulous and we fade to black before going to a commercial break.

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The camera opens backstage in front of the interview backdrop where we see Josh Davidson, standing with NFW Women's Television Champion, Morgan Payne. Morgan stands in her full gear, Women's TV Title strapped across her chest like a bandolier. She sips from a water bottle and brings a Newport to her lips, taking a deep drag.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Josh Davidson begins, "good evening, I'm--" He stops to cough a little as smoke carries over into his face. "Ahem, excuse me. I'm Josh Davidson and I'm here with the NFW Women's TV Champion, Morgan Pa---" He stops again and coughs even harder, waving the smoke out of his face. He almost ends up swatting Morgan and she leans back, looking at him with a warning eyes.

"Bruh! You smack me, I'mma knock ya ass right aht, ya feel me?" She says, lowering the cigarette and drinks from her water. She frowns at the bottle. She wishes it was a beer but company rules stated she's only allowed the one beer during her entrance.

"Sorry, Ms. Payne." Josh Davidson says as he finishes coughing.

"Cheese and fahkin crackers, Josh. Morgan! Fahkin Morgan! Don't be hittin' me with that miss shit. Fahk, ya olda than me." She sips from her water and puffs away on the Newport as if it's providing oxygen.

Josh Davidson just looks at her, bewildered. "Are you stressed?"

Morgan makes a confused face at him, with the cigarette sticking out of her lips like Popeye's pipe. "Me? Nah, I'm chill, man--oh shit!" She drops her cigarette and quickly bends down to pick it up. "Don't step on mah shit!" She's heard saying before she pops right back up.

Josh Davidson composes himself and gets to the interview. "Alright, well, tonight is your second defense of the Women's TV Title. You had an impressive match last week against Kennedy Campbell. This week, an opponent that you're not as close to. Kimi Smalls. How are you feeling about taking her on?"

"Who, Kimi?" Morgan's already in the process of chainlighting another Newport as she side glances to Josh Davidson. She knocks the cherry off her old cigarette and flicks the butt off out of frame. We hear a stagehand, somewhere, go 'what the fuck?' as the butt hits him. Morgan reacts with wide eyes and mouths a 'sorry' to the guy before turning back to Josh. "I 'unno. I mean she seems cool. I ain't goinineah lookin' ta crack her fahkin head open or nothin'. I ain't gonna sleep on 'er, in da ring." Morgan stops and brings a finger to her chin, thoughtfully. "Though I would sleep wif 'er if this were way earlier." She says this more to herself, not even realizing she's still talking out loud.

Josh Davidson's eyes go wide as he looks at the camera as Morgan continues to muse over the idea.

"She dances an' shit. I bet she flexible as hell." Morgan grins cutely at nothing in particular.

"Ahem. Uhh...Morgan?" Josh says, getting her attention.

"Oh! Sorreh!" Morgan smiles, turning her attention back to Josh.

"So, you're uhh...obviously ready for tonight's match." Josh says, adjusting his tie. "Morgan, tell the world, as Women's Television Champion, what do you hope to accomplish during your reign?"

Morgan finishes a long drag from her cigarette, holding the cigarette between her thumb and index finger as she narrows her eyes thoughtfully, as Josh poses his question. She plucks the Newport out of her mouth and speaks before even exhaling. "Honestly?" She blows the smoke out, accidentaly hotboxing Josh without even noticing as she taps the center plate of the belt across her chest with her hand, holding the water bottle. "I want dis shit to have pristine." She stops, realizing that's wrong. "Fahk, no, dat ain't da word. Fahk am I trynna say? Precidence? Pastrami?"

"Prestige?" Josh Davidson asks, shooting a side glance at the camera. What the hell is wrong with this girl?

"Yah! Dat's it!" Morgan almost clips him in the face with her cigarette but Josh, rather impressively, weaves. "I want dis belt ta have prestige. Buzzsaw did it with the men's TV Title. I know Chris Wolfe's prolly gonna keep it goin ahn. Then there's Ace. Y'know, Shelley's boo bae over in EWC?" Morgan thumbs back over her shoulder. "Yo, that dude's been U.S champ over there for over five-hundred-fahkin-days, Josh! Five hundred days! I ain't gonna lie. Dat'd be pretty wicked." She pats the center plate for her title again.

Josh Davidson nods. "So, you're saying you wanna be Women's TV Champion for over five hundred days? Defending it each week?"

Morgan glances sideways at him in her trademark, cute, goofy way and smiles. She shrugs her shoulders up. "It'd be pretty sweeeeeeet! Jus' sayin! Which is why, I'mma say dis, right nah." She looks directly at the camera. "Anybody watchin' right nah. Whether yins are in En Eff Dub or wherever. Don't matter. I'll defend dis title...." She sticks the Newport in her mouth and gives the center plate a hard slap, puffing her chest out. "Against anybody! Open challenge for the Women's TV belt! Yins want it? So long as Miss Hayes clears it, I'll fahkin' wrestle any chick out deah. Now, speakin' o'wrestlin', I gotta go do my shit." She sticks a fist up to Josh. He slowly fist bumps her back and she hands her burning cigarette to him as she walks off, opposite the Gorilla Position.

"Uhhhh...Morgan? The curtain's this---" Josh starts to say as he tosses her cigarette over his shoulder.

"Ya know I don't go through da curtain, Josh!" Morgan can be heard yelling back. "Yo!! Yins needs ta get some fahkin Ahrn City up in heah! Tired o'fans passin' me fahkin piss warm Budweiser!" Morgan continues yelling, obnoxiously, as her voice gets farther away.

Josh Davidson turns to the camera again and shrugs. "Well, folks, back to you." He says just as we see an orange glow behind him. Josh looks up and around, sniffing the air. "What's that smell?" He turns around and the interview backdrop is on fire from Morgan's cigarette he tossed. "OH!!! OH NO!!!" Josh goes into a hysterical panic as he quickly looks around for something to put it out with. A stagehand rushes in and blasts the fire with a fire extinguisher, accidentally smoking Josh out. He goes into another coughing fit as the camera cuts back to ringside.

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[MATCH #6. SINGLES MATCH FOR THE WOMEN'S TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP - KIMI SMALLS VS MORGAN PAYNE (C)]



ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Women's Television Championship!!!! Introducing first, the challenger.... Coming to you from Sleepy Hollow, New York... Kimi Smalls!"
As "Won't Back Down" begins to play, the stage area goes dark. Kimi Smalls walks out onto the stage with a red and black bomber jacket on with an evil grin, mouthing along to Pink's parts. As the chorus begins, she runs down, high fiving as many fans that will let her as possible. She makes her way all around the ring before jumping up onto the apron and launches herself over the ropes. She bounces up and down a little and takes off the jacket, handing it to the timekeeper before going over to a corner and does a round-off/back handspring combo before stretching out a little more, getting ready for the match.



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 a specific figure making it's way through the footpath designated for staff to go between ringside and backstage. It's Morgan Payne! She's fired up as she moves between rows of fans, calling for them to get louder and throwing high fives and fist bumps to whoever she can get one out to. The NFW Women's Championship is strapped around her chest, diagonally, over her jacket. 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.

Upon reaching the barricade, Morgan hoists herself over it, turning her attention to the ring as she focuses on her opponent. Now, her energy is directed at them as she points back and forth between them and herself, yelling inaudibly about how eager she is to get in there and throw hands. Morgan continues this as she circles the ring halfway. She then hops up onto the ring apron and enters under the top rope, hopping on the balls of her feet. Thankfully, the referee is there to back her into her corner as she continues jumping around, amped up to start the match before she even gets her gear off. It's obnoxious, yet adorable and this is why fans love her.

Finally, as her music dies down, Morgan quickly removes her hat and hands it to the timekeeper. She unstraps her belt and hands it to the referee before handing her jacket and tied off flannel to the timekeeper as welll. The referee raises the Women's TV Title overhead, displaying it to the crowd before handing it off to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Morgan and Kimi circled the ring, watching one another, as they inched forward, finally locking up. As the two women grasped for dominance, Kimi Smalls managed to get ahold of an arm, wrenching it over. She immediately began bringing elbow strikes down onto Morgan's arm she held onto, true to her usual style. This would work well for her if she managed to apply the Sweet Release later in the match.

HANSON
"Women's TV title is on the line and we are quickly underway! Kimi Smalls is working that arm! She might intend on going for a submission finish when this is all said and done!"

KLAZZIC
"Kudos to both of these young ladies, guys! This is one of those cases where I can't decide who to pull for! They're both so awesome!"

REYNOLDS
"For once, I'm pulling for the one with the sweet dance moves. At least she knows how to spell."

KLAZZIC
"Hey, cut Morgan a break, will ya?"

REYNOLDS
"I'm just saying! Hooked On Phonix done good for me!"

HANSON
"Oh stop it!"

After a few elbow strikes, Kimi switched it up, and as Morgan grimaced from the attack on her arm, Kimi Irish Whipped her into the ropes. Morgan came off the ropes, but cocked her other arm back for a lariat. As she swung, however, Kimi dropped down into a break dance style split, causing Morgan to go right passed her. Quick on her feet, she popped right back up as Morgan came off the other side of the ropes and hit her with a dropkick that sent Morgan to the mat. Morgan immediately rolled out from under the bottom rope and to the ringside floor. The camera caught a look of frustration on her face as she could just barely be heard going 'Fuck' and huffing with her hands on her hips.

KLAZZIC
"Morgan Payne, obviously, a little frustrated. She has that temper."

HANSON
"Might be a smart move, rolling out of the ring, though."

KLAZZIC
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with backing up to rethink your strategy for a moment."

REYNOLDS
"I agree but she better make sure she doesn't stay out too long. She can count to twenty, right?"

HANSON
"My god, will you stop it?!"

REYNOLDS
"What?!"

HANSON
"Knock it off! You're really asking for it, tonight!"

KLAZZIC
"Gentlemen, I don't mean to interrupt BUT HERE COMES KIMI SMALLS OVER THE TOP!!!"

As Morgan caught her bearings, Kimi refused to let up as she ran across the ring and jumped over the top rope, landing on the apron before going for an Asai Moonsault. She hit it right on the mark, coming down onto Morgan and sending the defending champion to the floor. Kimi popped up, amped with energy and motivation as she picked Morgan back up and rolled her back into the ring. Kimi followed her in and stayed on the offensive. As Morgan began getting back to her feet, Kimi forced her back down and stretched out her arm, delivering a handstanding knee drop. Morgan shot up, into a sitting position, clutching her arm. Kimi got her back up to her feet, hooking her head and finally delivering a Snap DDT. She made the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT by Morgan Payne! As Morgan sat up, Kimi Smalls got back to her feet, running back off the ropes and hit a brutal Basement Dropkick! Morgan snapped back down to the mat and Kimi hooked the leg again.

ONE!!

TWO!!

ANOTHER KICKOUT by Morgan! Kimi sat back up on her knees and raised her eyebrows up and down once at the crowd. 'Tough chick.' Getting Morgan back to her feet, Kimi continued administering move after move, getting on a roll but Morgan refused to take any of it just laying down. In another couple of minutes, Kimi Smalls was on a hot streak against Morgan Payne. Her impressive speed ended up working against her, eventually, however as she zipped across the ring, passed Morgan Payne and went for a handspring off of the ropes. Morgan finally found her mark and managed to catch Kimi around the waist, feet off the ground and spun backwards, hitting a rotating backdrop driver.

HANSON
"OHHHHHH AND JUST LIKE THAT, KIMI'S MOMENTUM COMES TO A SCREECHING HALT!!"

REYNOLDS
"More like she hit a wall, Nicky!"

KLAZZIC
"Yeah, a Steel City wall!!"

Morgan nursed the arm, Kimi had been working, huffing in frustration as she got to her feet and turned to keep her eyes on her agile opponent. As Kimi sat up with a hand on the back of her neck, Morgan rolled her shoulder, nodding before coming off of the ropes and in with a brutal Sliding Foremarm Smash right to Kimi, snapping her back to the mat, violently. Morgan got back to her feet, rolling her shoulder and shaking her hand to loosen it up again. She picked Kimi back up to her feet and hit her with stiff chop to the chest. Kimi reeled but fired back with one of her own. Morgan winced, putting a hand to her chest and returned with another chop of her own. Kimi doubled forward, fighting through the pain and hit Morgan with another chop. This time, however, she kept going. Chop after chop after chop. Morgan finally caught Kimi's arm and lunged forward with a headbutt, dazing the girl into an opening for her own onslaught. She started slowy with a jab to the face, then a chop to the chest, alternating. As she went on, she picked up the pace until it got to where Morgan was feverishly jabbing and chopping Kimi with the same hand. Fans on Morgan's side of the match began chanting out the name of the move.

"WHUP THAT TRICK!"

"WHUP THAT TRICK!"

"WHUP THAT TRICK!"

"WHUP THAT TRICK!"

Morgan finished attack with a discus clothesline, yelling out as she collided her arm with Kimi and sent the girl hard to the mat before throwing herself over her and hooking the leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Kickout by Kimi Smalls! Morgan huffed, blowing her messy hair up out of her face before pulling Kimi up to her feet. Kimi immediately began fighting back with forearms to Morgan but the defending champion retaliated with a stiff knee to the midsection. As Kimi doubled forward, Morgan positioned her and hit a Snap Suplex. Morgan held onto Kimi and pulled her back up into the same position. This time, however, she repositioned herself and delivered an Olympic Slam style suplex, driving Kimi down into the mat. Still, Morgan maintained a hold on Kimi, rolling backwards onto her feet and transitioned with a hold onto Kimi's waist. From here, Morgan delivered a Deadlift German Suplex, driving Kimi onto her neck and held on for the bridge.

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH---!!

But Kimi Smalls STILL got the shoulder up!! Morgan shot up with a wide eyed look of disbelief. She was shocked and getting more frustrated at the same time. A gloved hand ran over her forehead and pushed her hair out of her face as she looked at the smaller woman with surprise in her eyes. Morgan pushed herself to her feet, nodding slightly. It was clear she wasn't going to go easy on her opponent but she had nothing but respect for her. Morgan continued her own streak of offense, using her brawling and power based attacks to wear the girl down. It was evident that Kimi was way tougher than she looked but Morgan had been wrestling her as an opponent that she wasn't taking lightly, anyway.

KLAZZIC
"My goodness, what a match this is!!"

HANSON
"You said it, Matt!"

The match continued on with Kimi and Morgan trading advantages and offensive maneuvers until Kimi Smalls picked up another head of steam, using her speed and agility to keep Morgan on her toes. Eventually, Kimi delivered another armdrag to Morgan, sending her rolling across the mat and up against the corner again. Wasting no time, Kimi took a running charge and delivered a Handspring Back Elbow Smash to Morgan, knocking her right in the jaw. Morgan stumbled out of the corner, falling to one knee as Kimi signaled for the ropes, going for something big. She started climbing up, as quick as she could, pushing through her own exhaustion. James Reynolds laughed on commentary.

REYNOLDS
"What's Kimi gonna do, now? This might be a little overkill, guys!"

KLAZZIC
"Maybe, maybe not, James Reynolds!"

HANSON
"She better move fast, here comes Morgan!"

As Kimi just got her second foot up on the top turnbuckle, Morgan noticed her climbing and rushed forward in desperation, yanking her first foot off and causing Kimi to come down on the corner. From there, she pulled Kimi back towards her and lifted the girl up across her shoulders, pulling her free from the turnbuckle and delivered a running DOWNTOWN AFTER DARK!! The crowd went wild as Morgan Payne threw her exhausted body over Kimi's and hooked the leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Ill Nino's "Sangre" kicked up over the speakers again as Morgan Payne sat up, clutching herself in pain as she shook a fist, slightly, in victory, nodding with her eyes closed.

ARDEN
"Here is your winner.....aaaaaaaaaaand STILL...NFW....WOMEN'S....TELEVISION....CHAMPION....MORGAAAAAAAAAN PAAAAAAAAAAYNE!!!!"

The referee brought over the belt and Morgan held it against her like the prized possession it was to her. She kissed the center plate before getting up onto her feet and helped Kimi to hers, holding onto her hand to shake it out of respect before celebrating to the crowd.

HANSON
"And Morgan Payne will go on as champion for a total of three weeks!

KLAZZIC
"If she can wrestle like that every week, she just may bring the prestige to that title the way she wants!"

REYNOLDS
"I think you give her too much credit. These wins are all just luck. Winning that title was luck! And hers is gonna run out sooner than later!"

HANSON
"Maybe, maybe not Jim. I think she has what it takes, don't you Matt?"

KLAZZIC

"Don't I always?! The heart! The drive! The dedication! That's what a true champion is supposed to have and by golly, Morgan Payne has all of it!"

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"So what's the deal with these jackasses, man?" Max LeBrun said, watching a youtube replay of the Renegades' attack on Rick Dickulous that some hardcore fan had already gotten up onto his channel within the hour. "We've each been a royal pain in their asses since after Wrestle War but they're picking fights with everybody but us?" He looked up from his phone, putting it away into his pocket. "I mean, I'm not saying we need to let out guard down. Julian dropped my name two weeks ago, so I'm keeping my head on a swivel. And if I didn't have an intent on demanding my rematch clause against Judas Lasher, I'd drop a deuce in the bathroom and feed Tyler Grey my foot for his belt. I wanna leave that to Vin, though. Kid's come a long way since being tossed around like a midget by Baphomet." Max shook his head. They didn't need to worry about anything but the here and now. And the now part was... "Speaking of big, scary dudes. How you feeling, man?"

"I'm good, bro." Chris told him, throwing a few shadow-punches in preparation. He looked determined, confident.... and very much like the guy who shocked everyone by pinning Max in the VBMT. "Doomsday got my respect. He's earned that. But I'm scared of him. I'm not intimidated by him. And tonight? His daughter might be my best friend, but I'ma put his ass down for the three all the same."

Max raised his eyebrows in approval. "Man, you know what? Not that I've ever doubted you, even when we were banging heads but I actually believe you, right now." He pointed to Chris. "You've got that look in your eyes. You know which one I'm talking about. Far as Doomsday goes? I think he could care less if he wins a belt off you tonight. I know the guy semi-personally. He just likes to hurt people. He already put that guy AKI out for a week and who knows what he and Belphegor would have done to Matt. You just be careful. You know my girl and I got your back if the Dominion try to butt in. I know they're all about capturing all the titles. I won't be surprised if at least one of them tries to butt in." He rubbed his chin. "Not Buzzsaw, though. Him and that other guy they brought in. Morgoth's son. They have this code of honor about them that some sneaky shit goes again. I won't put it passed fucking Skinner, though. Dude's as unpredictable as a circus tiger. I don't know why more people don't take him seriously. You just focus on your match. Doomsday's got two bad knees and that bad arm. It ain't dirty if you exploit weaknesses."

Max switched subject then after he cracked open a bottle of water and sipped from it. "Speaking of Adrianna, how is ol' girl? She seems a little happier compared to recent weeks."

"Kiddin' me? She finally got the love of her life. I've been friends with her for over a year and this is legit the first time I've seen her look really happy." Chris said with a chuckle, honestly just thrilled to see his friend smile for once. But yeah... back to business. I thought about that offer we got. About 'taking sides'? I never thought I'd say this about your ass, but... I'm only in if you're in."

Max nodded. "Man, here's the way I see it. Everyone else that's about to bang heads? They're stacked at least four deep. If shit goes down and we get pulled into it against anybody, we're outnumbered. And numbers are an important factor in this game. So, if you're sure about it, I'm sure about it. I've already talked to Candi. She's down, too." He clasped Chris' hand, giving him daps. "Think of it this way; some of the tightest alliances were formed after the ones involved spent forever kicking the shit out of each other. It's what the experts on our work call in-ring chemistry."

".....alright then. I'll tell them we're in." Chris said, before giving Max a silent stare for a moment. He almost made another comment about whether or not he could trust Max.... but instead said nothing. He realized that by this point, Max had earned his trust. "All three of us."

"Sweet deal." Max said, fist bumping Chris who had been an uneasy ally as of late. But there was that practice, that Chris mentioned: 'the enemy of my enemy.' And they had mutual foes. Through that, a new alliance had evidently formed."We can all go do that. But first you've got something tall, dark and nightmare inducing that wants to hurt you. Go out there and show it what happens when you back a wolf into a corner. Like I said, I got your back."

Max and Chris dap and fist bump before Chris heads out of the locker room for his match.

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[MATCH #7. SINGLES MATCH FOR THE NFW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP - DOOMSDAY VS CHRIS WOLFE (C)]



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 and it is for the N-F-W...TELEVISION....CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Making his way to the ring, is the challenger!! Weighing in at three hundred and twenty-eight pounds!!! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! He is one half of the NFW Tag Team Champions....DOOOOOOOMSDAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!"

Doomsday ignores everything from the fans to cheers, boos, obscene gestures and those reaching out to touch his hand. Approaching the ring, he throws his NFW Tag Team Title belt into the ring under the bottom rope before making his way up the steps. He enters the ring over the top rope, and snatches up his tag title, 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.



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~

From the opening bell, Chris Wolfe immediately began circling along the outside of the ring, watching Doomsday carefully. As Max LeBrun had mentioned in their backstage talk, Chris was not unlike a cornered animal with the way he kept his back close to the ropes and turnbuckles. Doomsday stayed closed to the center, turning with Chris as he watched the man with piercing eyes from under his mask and under a curtain of messy, wet black hair. Looking ever so much like the beast he had been known as in his long career.

HANSON
"TV Championship on the line...Chris Wolfe and Doomsday circling!"

KLAZZIC
"Maaaaan oh man! Chris might be the Big Bad Wolfe, but he better be ready for this one because a BEAST...APPROACHES!!"

REYNOLDS
"This might be where the wolf meets something higher up on the food chain!"

Finally, Doomsday lunged forward, grabbing for Chris Wolfe who rolled underneath his arms and popped up onto his feet in the center of the ring. Bouncing on his feet, to stay limber, Chris Wolfe motioned for Doomsday to keep it coming. 'Let's go, baby! Bring that shit!' He could faintly be heard saying as Doomsday stared him down near the outer center of the ring, now. They had essentially switched positions. It was Doomsday, now, who began circling with his gaze fixeated on the considerably smaller heavyweight. Loosening up his arms at his sides as he inched towards Chris Wolfe.

KLAZZIC
"Chris Wolfe's playing it smart. He is not charging right into the battle!"

HANSON
"He's facing a much bigger foe than he has ever faced, before. He's gotta wear him down!"

REYNOLDS
"He should just hit him low and take the DQ. He'll still keep his belt!"

HANSON
"Now you know that isn't how Chris Wolfe works!"

Doomsday lunged again, grabbing at his opponent but Chris Wolfe rolled underneath his grasp and popped up behind him. Doomsday turned around, visibly huffing as he lunged again but Chris Wolfe still evaded him, rolling to the side. This time, however, he popped up with a series of kicks to one of Doomsday's legs. Working his thigh and knee with stiff shots that got the crowd on their feet as the big monster turned and grabbed at Chris Wolfe to try and cease his attack. As Doomsday turned, though, so did Wolfe - staying at his side and continue to kick him in the one leg, even throwing a few high shots to his lower back. Finally, once Doomsday reeled enough, Chris Wolfe ran off the ropes and came back with a basement drop kick to that same leg he'd been working. Doomsday stumbled, reaching down to grab at it in pain. Chris Wolfe popped up and began throwing forearms in the man's face, knocking him back into the ropes.

HANSON
"HE'S GOT HIM ROCKED!!! CHRIS WOLFE HAS THE BIG MAN ROCKED ON HIS FEET!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT'S NOT A MAN, THAT'S A GODDAMN MONSTER, NICKY!!"

KLAZZIC
"THE CHAMPION IS TAKING IT TO THE DOMINION OF PAIN'S VETERAN BEAST!!!!!"

Again, Chris Wolfe ran off the ropes on the opposite side and came in for a leaping forearm. As he went into the air, however, Doomsday lunged away from the ropes and delivered a Big Boot to Chris Wolfe's face, knocking him out of the air and to the mat. Chris Wolfe hit with a loud thud, allowing Doomsday to take a few seconds to nurse his knee before advancing on Chris and beginning to kick and stomp away at him as he tried to get up. Still, Chris Wolfe continued up onto one knee so Doomsday moved to overhead strikes across the man's back. Standing behind him, Doomsday grabbed onto one of Wolfe's trap muscles and squeezed!! Chris Wolfe went back down into a sitting position and began to audibly groan out in pain. A groan that soon turned to a scream as Doomsday dug his fingers in, trying to get as tight of a grip as possible. Doomsday held onto his own wrist with his other hand, using the strength of his other arm to put weight on his gripping hand to cause more damage.

HANSON
"Ohhhhh that vice like grip on the trap muscle! Matt, you felt that before! What's that feel like?"

KLAZZIC
"It does not feel good, Nick Hanson! Chris Wolfe needs to find a way to get free and he's gotta get free fast!"

REYNOLDS
"Good luck with that!"

After a moment, Doomsday released his grip and dropped down onto his unscathed knee, hammering down elbows on Chris' shoulder over and over. When he had Chris Wolfe writhing in pain, Doomsday pulled him to his feet and fed him a couple of stiff punches at the referee and crowd's behest. He then picked Chris Wolfe up over one shoulder and ran him across the ring, before dropping him face first onto the top turnbuckle. Snakeeyes!! Chris Wolfe grabbed his face, turning to lean back against the corner. Meanwhile, shaking out his bad leg, Doomsday ran across to the opposite corner, immediately turning back and picking up into a charge where he jumped forward, hitting a body splash on Chris Wolfe.

KLAZZIC
"OHH!! DOOMSDAY JUST FLATTENED CHRIS WOLFE IN THE CORNER!!"

HANSON
"GOOD---GOD!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Like a pancake!!"

As Chris Wolfe slumped down, Doomsday picked him back up and positioned his arms over the ropes so he was moreorless being held up by the ring. Doomsday ignored the boos of the crowd as he reared back an open hand and brought it down in a frying pan slap across Chris' chest. Doomsday brought his hand up and delivered another hard overhand chop across the chest. One of Chris' arms came down off of the ropes as he brought it to his chest and began to sag lower. Doomsday took him by the other arm and whipped him across into the other corner. From there, Doomsday stood back and readied himself. He tugged on the ropes behind him, throwing his hair out of his face before taking off towards Chris in a full charge, going for another bodysplash. This time, however, Chris moved out of the way and Doomsday came CRASHING into the corner, chest first.

KLAZZIC
"Oh and he just barely made it out of the way!

REYNOLDS
"That would have crushed him for sure!"


HANSON
"Maybe!!!"

Fighting through the pain in his chest, Chris Wolfe ran across to the center of the ring, then came right back with a running dropkick that shoved Doomsday hard into the turnbuckle, chest first again. He then opened up with an onslaught of strikes, wearing the big man down until he had Doomsday slumped in the corner. Chris Wolfe saw the window to hit big and ran to the ropes, adjacent to Doomsday's corner. He bounced off and came right back with a running boot to Doomsday's face, knocking the monster for a loop. From there, he pumped his arms, amping up the crowd. He howled. The crowd howled back.

HANSON
"DOOMSDAY IS ROCKED!!!!! CHRIS WOLFE JUST NEEDS TO CAPITALIZE!!!!"

Chris Wolfe did just that, ducking under a weary clothesline from Doomsday and kicked him in the knee then the midriff. Doomsday buckled and Chris grabbed him again in position. The crowd looked on in amazement as Chris Wolfe lifted the three hundred pounder up and drilled him down with the DIREWOLF!!!! He covered him and hooked the leg.

HANSON
"DIREWOLFE!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"THAT'S IT!!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH---

But DOOMSDAY KICKED OUT to the shock of the crowd!! Chris Wolfe fell back in exhaustion, in disbelief that Doomsday kicked out of his finisher. His hands came up to his head as he pushed himself up to his feet.

HANSON
"I CAN'T BELIEVE DOOMSDAY KICKED OUT OF THE DIREWOLFE!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I TOLD YOU GUYS, HE'S NOT HUMAN!!!"

KLAZZIC
"HE'S ALWAYS HAD THE HEART OF A FIGHTER!!!"

Chris Wolfe maintained a decent amount of offense for the rest of the match. He was no pushover for his much larger opponent but Doomsday reminded everyone, just as he had the previous two weeks, that his age had only slowed him a little. Even on a limp, and eventually nursing his weaker shoulder again this time, Doomsday caught Chris Wolfe more than once with a big move that had him slinging the Big Bad Wolfe around like a newborn pup. Violently slamming him into the mat with powerbombs, bodyslams, powerslams, Samoan drops, pumphandle slams and gorilla press maneuvers. Eventually, during an exchange off of the ropes, Chris Wolfe ducked underneath a Big Boot attempt by Doomsday and snapped his leg up with a SUPERKICK!!

KLAZZIC
"SUPERKIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Almost knocked his mask off!!"

Doomsday reeled back, figthing to stay on his feet as he kept his balance. Seeing him waiver, Chris Wolfe got out onto the apron and went for a Springboard Forearm. Doomsday suddenly lunged forward, running under him. Chris Wolfe hit the mat and rolled up to his feet. He turned around just in time as Doomsday came off the ropes and nearly broke him in half with a vicious SPEAR!!!!!

HANSON/KLAZZIC/REYNOLDS
"SPEEEEAAAAAARRRR!!!!!"

HANSON
"SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!!! SPEAR!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

But Chris Wolfe kicked out of the pin attempt!!! Doomsday rose up onto his knees, growling audibly into the camera's microphone. He got back to his feet and pulled Chris Wolfe with him, calling for the Fallout!! The crowd jeered as he set Wolfe up in the Pumphandle position and hoisted him up for the lift! But Chris Wolfe snapped out an arm, clipping Doomsday across the face with a fist, knocking him for a loop as Wolfe landed back on his feet. He kicked Doomsday in the midriff again and delivered a SECOND devastating DIREWOLF before going for the cover again!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"AND CHRIS WOLFE RETAINS!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WOOOOOW!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"AN INCREDIBLE MATCH!!!!"

ARDEN
"Here is you winner.....AAAAAAAND STIIIIIILLLL...NFW TELEVISION CHAMPION.....BIG....BAD...CHRIIIIIIIIS...WOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!!!!"

As "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor played in the arena, Chris Wolfe pulled himself to his feet, taking the belt from the referee and leaned against the ropes, raising it up in one hand. Doomsday, meanwhile, rolled out of the ring, watching the man as he backed up the ramp...nodding, before turning and leaving the ringside area, through the backstage side way.

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To the sound of Sick Puppies' "You're Going Down" a vignette rolls for New Frontier Wrestling's "Gang Warfare" pay-per-view, coming up on the 29th of April. Faces of key superstars appearing at the show are seen in the foreground, one by one with their faces only half visible in the shadows.

- Chris Wolfe's face flashes. The shot cuts to him hoisting his Television Title up over head, howling to the crowd.

- Morgan Payne's face flashes. She's seen walking through the crowd, pointing to the Women's Television Title around her chest.

- Judas Lasher's face flashes.

- Ethan Skinner's face flashes.

- Buzzsaw's masked face flashes.

- Darius Crowley's face flashes.

A brief recap is seen of part of Judas lasher and Ethan Skinner's match against Jay White and Adam Cole.

- Jay White's face flashes.

- Adam Cole's face flashes.

From the same match, a recap plays of White and Cole's victory over Lasher and Skinner before they arrogantly leave the ring.

The vignette continues in this style, highlighting the big feud matches taking place at Gang Warfare. We see flashes of Lara Blackheart, Penelope Cassidy, TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli as well as Adrianna Salvatore, Mia Hayashi, Angel Kusanagi and Shelley Silver.

We see more flashes of the Great White North members and The Renegades. Mixed in with them is Vincent Stone as this section focuses, mainly on the upcoming Jr. Heavyweight Title match. The clip recaps everything from Tyler Grey winning the title at Wrestle War, to his attack on Erin Mercer which lead to Vincent Stone challenging for the title.

This serves as the current build up advertisement for NFW's Gang Warfare before the logo appears up on the screen with the music still playing before returning to the show.

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[MATCH #8. MAIN EVENT - SIX WOMAN TAG TEAM MATCH - THE UNWANTED (Salvatore/Hayashi/Silver) VS SEX & VIOLENCE (Cassidy/Jupiter/Soli)]

The camera catches a high shot of the ringside arena as the fans sit, patiently, waiting for the main event to start.

HANSON
"Aaaaand here we are folks! Main event time!"

KLAZZIC
"Yes, indeed, Nick Hanson! Mia Hayashi is back and she's gonna be in action with her team mates to get some payback for over a month ago!"

REYNOLDS
"Payback for what? Handling business?"

KLAZZIC
"Almost having her career, unnecessarily, ended!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh, pish-posh!"



KLAZZIC
"HEY!!! Is that...?!"

As Fozzy's "Nameless Face" starts to play throughout the arena, NFW Women's Champion Alex Brody comes walking out onto the stage with her title over her shoulder. She smiles sweetly to the El Paso crowd, waving at everyone. On her way down she takes selfies with fans and hugs little children.

HANSON
"Why, it looks like we might be having a guest here, folks!"

KLAZZIC
"I love guest commentary!"

REYNOLDS
"You are guest commentary."

KLAZZIC
"That's why I love it!"

Alex Brody continues high fiving fans around the audience as she makes her way around to the announce table and right over to it.

HANSON
"Well, hello there, Alex! Or I should say, champ! Come have a seat with us!"

Alex sets the title belt down on display on top of the table and puts on a spare headset, sitting besie Matt Klazzic.

ALEX
"Hi guys! Thanks for having me. This is a pretty big match, and Shelley's a good friend. So I wanted to be here to watch this in person."

HANSON
"Well, you sit right here and enjoy yourself, miss."


The crowd pops as New Year's Day's "Anthem Of The Unwanted" suddenly bursts through the speakers and the lights go low, flashing white strobes across the stage. All together, the members of The Unwanted in the main event, come walking out onto the stage. Well, Adrianna Salvatore and Shelley Silver come walking out. Mia Hayashi comes PRANCING out like her little cocky self in her new RWBY theme ring gear. Together on the stage, they receive a big pop from the crowd, seeing them all together again and now with Shelley Silver as an official addition!

ARDEN
"The following contest is your main event and is a six-woman tag team match! Making their way to the ring first!! "The Leader of the Raindrops" Shelley Silver....Mia Hayashi....and "The Queen of Anarchy" Adrianna Salvatore...THE UNWAAAAAANNNNNNTEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!"

The crowd goes absolutely nuts, seeing the stable's entrance that hasn't been seen in what feels like forever. Mia Hayashi is back to bouncing around, talking her shit in the camera. Shelley Silver enters the ring in her usual manner before bouncing off the ropes in preparation. Adrianna Salvatore, to the chorus of the song, takes to a turnbuckle and throws back her hood, doing a circular headbutt in rhythm with it, swinging her hair around. She throws her hair back, giving her wild, devious smile with her tongue out and pumps the metal horns with the crowd.

HANSON
"THEY...ARE...BACK, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"I DIG IT!!!"

HANSON
"Back together after over a month of being weakened - physically and mentally - by the loss of one of their member! Now that member is back and they're gonna make things right!!"

Adrianna climbs down to the mat, pulling off her vest and handing it to the timekeeper, making sure he takes care of it before she joins Mia and Shelley in watching the stage for Sex & Violence. Adrianna gets the girls' attention and appears to be telling them to keep their heads on swivels.

REYNOLDS
"Well, say what you want, but I still think they're in over their heads! Sex & Violence have been absolutely dominant since they formed! They're undefeated!"

HANSON
"Yeah, we'll see about that."

KLAZZIC
"Sure will."

As The Unwanted stood in the ring, awaiting their opponents, the silence was broken not by entrance music, but by the voice of Lara Blackheart.

"Well... well... well."

The lights dimmed, and up on the video wall, the smiling face of the soon-to-be leader of The Dominion. She was laying on the beach, oversized sunglasses and a floppy hat paired up with a black bikini.

"Sorry I can't be there to see you three get your asses beat in person, but I had a prior commitment here in LA that I couldn't get out of. But I wanted to, at the very least, give my girls the introduction they deserve. So.... bitches? Get ready to have your asses kicked by TyAnna Jupiter, Futura Soli, and Penelope Cassidy - SEX! AND! VIOLENCE!"

OTEP's cover of "Royals" began to blare through the arena, signalling the entrance of TyAnna, Futura, and Penelope.



~SEX & VIOLENCE~

Appears on the video wall as the intro guitar thumps through the arena. The crowd boos as the three women come walking out on stage. Nostalgia Ultra perform their usual tag team entrance poses. Penelope Cassidy, performs her own singles motion but at 0:34 seconds in, the three make their way down towards the ring as one, cohesive unit. Reaching the ring, Penelope licks her finger and 'shoots the gun' at the camera before running up onto the apron. TyAnna and Futura seductively and confidently enter the ring on the adjacent side.

HANSON
"The Unwanted have been chomping at the bit to get at these three women, gentlemen and lady."

KLAZZIC
"Watch out, Nick Hanson, HERE THEY COME!!!! THEY'RE NOT WAITING FOR THE BELL!!!"

The second all three women are in the ring, however, The Unwanted SPRINGS INTO ACTION!! All three of the members rush across the ring and jump on a member of Sex & Violence to the pop of the crowd. They pair off for a threeway brawl. Adrianna with Futura. Shelley with TyAnna. Mia with Penelope. It's a down and dirty fist fight as everyone trades shots with fists, forearms and elbows at one another.

ALEX
"Whooooaaaaaa!!! This is crazy!!!"

HANSON
"You said it, champ! The referee's gotta get this under control, quick!"

Eventually, with the help of other referees coming down, Referee Akiyama managed to get the six woman broken apart into their teams and separated across the ring.

~DING DING DING~

When the referee finally got the six women broken up and separated to their corners so the bell could ring, Adrianna Salvatore started for The Unwanted. Removing her denim, hooded vest, she placed it down in the corner, never taking her eyes off the other team. After a small huddle discussion, TyAnna Jupiter flipped her hair over her shoulder and sauntered confidently to the center of the ring, waving her fingers inward for Adrianna to bring it. Adrianna walked right up and SHOVED TyAnna back, violently. She could barely be heard over the camera mic.

“Let’s go, bitch. Let’s do this again!”

TyAnna looked less than pleased at Adrianna’s attitude. She stepped back up and SLAPPED Adrianna across the face, garnering a loud “OHHHHHHHHHHH” from the crowd. Adrianna brought a hand up to her face, tightening her lips as she shook her head at nobody in particular. While TyAnna was talking trash right back to her, Adrianna snapped back towards her and laid into her with a forearm. Again and again and again and again! As the crowd popped with approval, Adrianna Irish Whipped TyAnna into the ropes and immediately ran off the ropes on the opposite side. As the two approached each other again, TyAnna ducked under a lariat and rebounded off the ropes behind Adrianna as the tattooed woman turned around, fast. While TyAnna went for her own lariat, Adrianna reached down and plucked her right up off of her feet, spinning her around for a brutal SPINEBUSTER in the center of the ring. Adrianna popped back to her feet and gave a wild yell at the crowd as they cheered back at her.

HANSON
"SPINEBUSTER BY THE QUEEN OF ANARCHY!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"THAT LOOKED BRUTAL!!!!"

TyAnna watched Adrianna, seemingly almost taken aback by this ferocious side that of Adrianna that she had not seen in their last match. As she slowly got to her feet, she gave a quick look back to her corner where Futura Soli was reaching out, ushering her tag partner and girlfriend to tag her in. Slowly backing up, TyAnna scowled at Adrianna and tagged in Futura. Adrianna raised her eyebrows, nodding her head and mouthing ‘you want some, too?’ She grinned confidently, clenching her tongue out between her teeth in anticipation as she and Futura approached each other and lunged forward for a collar and elbow tie up.

KLAZZIC
"Here we go! This is the one that pinned Adrianna Salvatore two weeks ago! Futura Soli, ladies and gentlemen! She's got a streak just as mean as Salvatore does!"

HANSON
"I think Soli's might be a little meaner."

ALEX
"No kidding."

Futura, having just a bit of a weight advantage, seems to press her advantage, at first anyway. After being backed into the neutral ring ropes, Adrianna grits her teeth in frustration as the referee begins his count. The referee gets to his four count, all the while Futura is landing elbow strike after elbow strike. The referee gets in between the two ladies and Adrianna gives Futura a open hand slap, knocking the woman off balance, off balance enough so the tattooed woman could deliver a thunderous clothesline to the roar of the crowd. Adrianna walks over to the downed woman and picks her up by her hair, and quickly tossing her into her corner and tagging in Shelley Silver. Keeping control of her opponent, Adrianna transitions into a sit out powerbomb and rolls out of the ring. Shelley climbs high to the top rope, likely going for a senton bomb.

REYNOLDS
"Hey, no! Get her down from there!"

KLAZZIC
"Zip it, James Reynolds!"

REYNOLDS
"Fuck off, Matt! Get her down!"

KLAZZIC
"Hey, there's a lady present!"

HANSON
"Both of you cool it and call the match!"

Sensing her opportunity Futura also rolls out of the ring to clear the cobwebs and create space. Watching her move, Shelley just redirects her jump and lands down hard. She rolls to her feet and slides back in the ring. At the count of four, Futura gets back in the ring and is grabbed immediately by Shelley. Chopping her way out of it, as the repeated chops ring across the arena, Shelley is drug over to enemy territory by her hair and TyAnna is tagged back in.

HANSON
"And here's Jupiter again! Shelley's gonna need a tag in, fast!"

ALEX
"C'mon, Shelley!!"

The arena filled with boo’s as TyAnna re-entered the ring, taunting to the crowd with Futura as the latter stepped back out of the ring and onto the apron. Back as the legal member for Sex & Violence, TyAnna grabbed Shelley by the jaw, holding her head still as she talked trash in her face. She gave Shelley a slap to add even more of an insult before hitting her in the chest with more corner chops. Eventually, the referee called for the break and began the count.

1!

2!

3!

TyAnna backed up a step and threw her hands up, glaring at Referee Akiyama before lunging in to give Shelley a kick to the midsection. Grabbing an arm then, TyAnna whipped Shelley out of the corner. She kept a hold onto her arm, however, keeping her from being run right into her own team’s reach. Instead, she yanked her back towards her and drove her knee up into her midsection, followed by a brutal, snap Suplex. TyAnna got back to her feet, whipped her hair over her shoulder and gave her signature wink, usually done during her entrance, mockingly at The Unwanted over in their corner. Over there, Adrianna shook her head with a scowl while Mia extended an arm with her middle finger, yelling obscenities that were probably better not heard over the camera microphones. TyAnna reached over and already tagged Futura back in before picking Shelley Silver up to her feet. The Guardian of Love gave an irish Whip to the Leader of the Raindrops.

As Shelley rebounded off of the ropes, Futura delivered a stiff Spinning Heel Kick, knocking her flat onto the mat before popping up into a seated position with a hand on her jaw, grimacing. Futura strutted around behind Shelley as TyAnna got back onto the apron. Positioning herself, Futura reared back and delivered a stiff - and loud - kick right to Shelley’s back. Shelley snapped back down to the mat, reeling. Both Adrianna and Mia were leaning over the ropes now, reaching out to let Shelley tag either one of them in if she could get to them. Futura had Shelley right where she wanted her, however. Even as Shelley began fighting back with punches to the midsection, Futura continued to wear her down with chops and forearms, keeping the woman, essentially out on her feet. As Shelley stood dazed, Futura ran to the ropes, springboarding back off of them for a Crossbody and a pin attempt!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT BY SHELLEY SILVER!!

HANSON
"And Shelley kicks out!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Damn it!!!"

ALEX
"No, HELL YEAH!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"That's the spirit, champ! We know Shelley's got this!"

For the next couple of minutes, Futura kept control of Shelley in the ring, trying to wear her down with stiff strikes and technical grappling. It seemed to be almost working until she whipped Shelley into the ropes again and went for a Flapjack. As she went down, however, Shelley brought up a leg and KNEED Futura right in the face. Futura reeled and Shelley used the opening to deliver a Snap DDT, driving her head into the mat. Futura rolled away from Shelley. Shelley laid out on the mat, still winded, staring up at the ceiling before she seemed to hear Mia and Adrianna yelling for her to make it over. Futura, meanwhile, was already crawling over towards her corner. Shelley rolled over onto her front and began dragging herself over towards her own corner. Meanwhile, Futura had enough awareness to get up to her feet and stumbled over, still dazed from the DDT and tagged in Penelope Cassidy.

HANSON
"Oh no, here we go. Penelope Cassidy enters the fold and she's got her tights on Shelley Silver. Shelley needs to tag NOW!!"

KLAZZIC & ALEX
"C'MON SHELLEY!!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh, brother. Get her, Penny!"

Wild eyed and crazed, Penelope entered the ring and ran right over to Shelley, grabbing her by the foot to drag her away from The Unwanted’s corner. Shelley, however, managed to get her other foot up onto the mat and popped up with an enzugiri that connected with Penelope’s head, with a SMACK! Penelope let go of Shelley’s foot and grabbed the back of her head, cringing. This gave Shelley the window she needed, dragging herself over again and this time, jumped up with a HOT TAG to Mia Hayashi!

HANSON
"AND IN COMES MIA HAYASH FROM THE TAG!!!!!"

The crowd popped so loud it was almost deafening as Mia jumped over the top rope, staring Penelope down with a look of murder in her eyes. Penelope stared back in her wild eyed manner, looking over to Nostalgia Ultra. Both TyAnna and Futura nodded, amping their team member of Sex & Violence up. Shrieking at Mia, Penelope rushed forward, missing a clothesline as Mia ducked underneath, spun back around to face her and began unleashing a vicious storm of kicks and elbows to Penelope’s sides and jaw. The crowd stayed on their feet, screaming in approval of the returning Unwanted member as she started unleashing her payback. Mia grabbed Penelope and went for an Irish Whip but Penelope managed to reverse it into one of her own. Mia, however, dipped forward into a standing handspring and bounced off of the ropes, throwing her right back at Penelope for an aerial cutter, sending her back onto the mat. Mia kipped up, shouting to the fans and threw two middle fingers at TyAnna and Futura, ‘smooching’ the air mockingly at them.

HANSON
"Oh-ho-ho-hooooooooo, there's everyone's favorite little troublemaker!! Hahahahahaaaaaaa!! I missed that girl!"

REYNOLDS
"That's unsportsmanlike!"

HANSON
"The hell would you know about good sportsmanship?"

REYNOLDS
"Your mom knows good sportsmanship."

Which of course was enough to have TyAnna and Futura attempt to get in the ring while the ref backed them off. Mia drags Penelope to their tag team corner as both teams look to choose where the battle takes place. Mia begins to stomp away a bit of her frustration on Penelope and Adrianna tags herself in, and quickly rockets herself across the ring and back again, baseball sliding past Penelope’s face with a whitewash, and getting back up on the ring and tagging Shelley in, the quick chain of baseball slides and tags are done so fast that with each new one the crowd seems to cheer and cheer louder.

KLAZZIC
"PENELOPE CASSIDY IS BEING PUT THROUGH THE GAUNTLET!! BASEBALL SLIDE AFTER BASEBALL SLIDE!!! MY GOODNESS!!!"

ALEX
"I guarantee they all hurt like hell!"

REYNOLDS
"You're enjoying this, champ?!"

ALEX
"You know what? I kinda am! Thanks for asking, Jim!"

Having had enough Futura looks over to TyAnna and nods as both of them drop to the arena floor simultaneously. Futura heads one way, while TyAnna heads another, circling the ring in opposite directions while the team of Shelley Silver, Adrianna Salvatore, and Mia Hayashi gather in the centre of the ring, begging for the fight to continue. TyAnna and Futura roll their tag team partner out of the ring, and walk them back over to their corner, all the while making rude remarks to the three women in the ring, the fans, even the cameraman, who says “sorry” as he gets in their way. The voice recognizable, but only to those in the know. Mimicking a tag from Penelope’s almost unconscious hand, a weekend at bernie’s style tag in, Futura is tagged back into action for their team. Forcing the referee to get Shelley and Adrianna back outside the ring, Futura waits for Mia to turn around to face her.

ALEX
"Oh come on! This is crap. These are talented women, why do they feel like they need to do things like that?"

REYNOLDS
"She's out cold, Alex! What do you want?! What if they go for a pin?!"

ALEX
"Then you do like a tag team partner and you break the pin up! But not this!"

Mia, gets Irish Whipped and is met with a cross body. Futura, wanting to return the favour, turns Mia so she can get a look at Adrianna and Shelley and just starts hammering blow after blow after blow into Mia’s head, all while her head raised, obviously sending the message of “eye for an eye”. Standing up “Pink Matter” takes the matter into her own hands and confidently walks over to where the “Protector of Beauty” is standing with her hand out, waiting for a tag. Futura quietly mouths words into TyAnna’s ear and tags Penelope back in.

HANSON
"Penelope's back in, let's see if she can come back from this!"

REYNOLDS
"I hope so!"

KLAZZIC & ALEX
"I hope not. OH! JINX! Wait! DOUBLE JINX!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh my gooooddddddd, shuttuuuuuuuuup!!!!!"

Seething with rage, Penelope stalks back over to where Mia’s lifeless body lays and picks her up and hoists her up in the air and starts counting with her other hand, counting the seconds away till she finishes her stalling suplex, in the centre of the ring.

8!

9!

Finishing the move with a powerful body slam, Penelope rolls right over Mia for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT BY MIA HAYASHI!!

Penelope gets back up to her feet, pulling Mia with her and throws her back into her corner and waves for either of her team mates to get back in the ring, squaring herself off to face them.

HANSON
"Penelope wants another member of The Unwanted! Who's she gonna get?!"

KLAZZIC
"Oh, I think we know exactly who, she's gonna---OHHHHHH waaaaaaait!!!"

Just as Adrianna Salvatore looked ready to tag herself back in, Shelley Silver stopped her and the two exchanged a quick word before agreeing and Shelley patted Mia on the shoulder, tagging herself in. Ready to get back into action, Shelley entered the ring and stared Penelope down. ‘You’re mine, bitch.’ She mouthed, lunging in for a tie up with Penelope, but Penelope dipped out of the way, got behind Shelley and dropped in low for a chop block, dropping Shelley to one knee. Penelope reached out, then, and grabbed Shelley by the hair, yanking her to the floor before pouncing on her for a more wild onslaught of forearms and elbows. Her crazy side beginning to come out. In The Unwanted’s corner, Adrianna started to get back into the ring but was stopped by Referee Akiyama. Penelope stood over Shelley, mockingly waving ‘bye bye’ to Adrianna as the woman pointed with her ‘nude’ arm and yelled ‘I’m gonna beat your fucking ass, bitch!’ As Adrianna turned her attention back to the referee and started to get back onto the apron, Penelope rushed forward, screaming and drove an elbow right into Adrianna’s head, sending her to the floor.


Penelope turned around, back towards Shelley, grinning wickedly as she helped the woman to her feet. Shelley began to fight back with elbows to the midsection but Penelope answered back with a double axe handle across her back before picking her up all the way to her feet again. She Irish Whipped Shelley into the ropes, and went for a superkick! Shelley evaded and came off the ropes on the other side, going for a dropkick. Penelope stepped out of the way, letting Shelley slam onto the mat. Now it was Penelope’s turn to come off the ropes. She bounced off one side, running in and went for a rolling senton but Shelley got the knees up, causing Penelope to come down hard onto her spine. Shelley climbed to her feet and waited for the right moment before coming off of the ropes again and caught Penelope with SILVER SUNSET!! The crowd popped loudly as Shelley went for another cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH---

But the pin was broken up when Futura Soli rushed into the ring and stomped her boot into the back of Shelley Silver’s head. Referee Akiyama got between Futura and Shelley, ordering her out of the ring. As this was going on, TyAnna Jupiter slid back into the ring, behind the ref. She quickly picked Shelley up and yanked her in by an arm, catching her with the BEAUTIFUL SOUL!! As Futura finally ‘relented’ and got back out onto the apron, TyAnna slid back out to return to the apron as well. Penelope, starting to come to, saw Shelley down and out and made the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE---

Out of nowhere, Mia Hayashi dove in for the save, breaking up the pin with a double axe handle to Penelope. She rolled back out of the ring, then, as Shelley Silver sat up onto one elbow. Penelope grabbed the back of her head from where Mia hit her to break the pin up. The crowd was still on their feet, going wild. The match continued, eventually escalating into a brawl as Shelley Silver began gaining control again and working Penelope Cassidy over in a neutral corner, hammering her with stiff forearms and chops across her jaw and chest.

HANSON
"LOOK AT SILVER, UNLOADING ON CASSIDY!!!!"

ALEX
"Yeah! Get her, Shellz! That's my buddy right there!"

REYNOLDS
"Ref needs to break this up!!"

KLAZZIC
"I think Nostalgia Ultra's planning on doing that!!"

As Nostalgia Ultra entered the ring and began charging Shelley Silver, they barely got their hands on her before Adrianna Salvatore and Mia Hayashi jumped into the ring and rushed the scene, pulling them off. Once again, Referee Akiyama lost control of the match as the six women went to war inside the ring. Futura Soli threw Mia Hayashi out onto the floor where she followed her out and the two continued brawling. Inside the ring, TyAnna Jupiter whipped Adrianna Salvatore off the ropes and ran in for the Crescent Beam but Salvatore ran passed her and came back off the ropes, delivering the MOAB Launch, taking both herself and Jupiter out of the ring. This left the match all well and fine until Penelope Cassidy and Shelley Silver also ended up out of the ring and continued their brawling.

HANSON
"This is insane!!! We need to get control of the situation here!!!"

KLAZZIC
"No kidding!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Call your dad, Alex!!!"

As the six women brawled back and forth and began heading towards the backstage, the referee had already began the count and was well underway with it, until....

17!

18!

19!

20!

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"And that's gonna be a double countout or a no contest, folks!! Shame!! That was a good match while it lasted!! I wouldn't mind seeing those two teams go at it again!!"

KLAZZIC
"Absolutely!! What did you think, there champ?"

ALEX
"Wow... this is crazy! We may end up having to have them in a cage or something to contain this. Still... what a match! Just a shame it had to end like th-..."

All of a sudden, from the crowd, aa fan jumped the barrier and grabbed Alex Brody from behind. To the jeers of the crowd, the hooded fan RAMMED Alex face first into one of the ring posts!!

HANSON
"WHOA WAIT A MINUTE!!!! THAT FAN JUST ATTACKED ALEX BRODY!!! WHAT THE HELL IS----"

The fan stood over Alex, throwing back the hood to the hoodie to reveal the cocky, smiling face of....

LARA BLACKHEART!!!!!

KLAZZIC
"THAT'S LARA BLACKHEART!!!! WHEN DID SHE GET HERE?!?!?"

REYNOLDS
"OHHHHH SHE'S BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME, I GET IT NOW!!!"

HANSON
"THIS WAS A GODDAMN SETTUP!!!!"

As Alex Brody lays on the ringside floor, dazed and holding her head, Lara Blackheart picked her up and hooked her arms, standing over her head, delivering the COMA WHITE right onto the floor!! As the crowd booed and the announcers went nuts, she picked Alex up and threw her into the ring, essentially unconcious. Lara Blackheart walked back over to the barrier, then, where her seat had been and reached over, picking up her Money In The Bank briefcase!!!!!

HANSON
"Oh no....."

REYNOLDS
"Oh yes!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"OHHHHH NOOOOO!!!"

REYNOLDS
(Paul Bearer impersonation)
"OHHHH YEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!"

Lara Blackheart walked up and shoved the briefcase into Referee Akiyama's arms, yelling and pointing at the ring. Reluctantly, Referee Akiyama exchanged words with Roger Arden and....

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen!!!! The referee has just informed me that Lara Blackheart is cashing in her Money In The Bank!! This is now a match for the NFW Women's Championship!!!"

HANSON
"NO!!! NO!!!! GODDMN IT, NO!!!!!"

~DING DING DING~

Lara Blackheart slid into the ring where Alex Brody laid unconcious and covered her, hooking the leg as she grinned seductively at the camera. Referee Akiyama slid into the ring, raising her hand and hesitated until Lara Blackheart yelled at her - "FUCKING COUNT IT!!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~


Motley Crue's "Dr. Feelgood" filled the arena as Lara Blackheart stood up to her feet and threw off her hoodie, showing more of her figure in tight jeans and a black tanktop as Referee Akiyama tentatively walked over to present her with the NFW Women's Championship. Lara SNATCHED the belt away from her and held up the title, laughing at the camera and down at the unconcious Alex Brody.

HANSON
"I DON'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST WITNESSED!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"THAT WAS COWARDLY!!!! ABSOLUTELY COWARDLY!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT WAS GREAT!! WE HAD OURSELVES ANOTHER TITLE MATCH!!"

HANSON
"THAT WASN'T A MATCH, JIM!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"TECHNICALLY IT WAS!"

HANSON
"THAT WAS A GODDAMN ROBBERY!! I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING SO DISGUSTING IN MY ENTIRE CAREER!! I HATE TO END THE SHOW LIKE THIS, BUT WE'RE OUT OF TIME FOLKS!!"

KLAZZIC
"TALK ABOUT A BAD WAY TO END THE NIGHT!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"SAY HELLO TO YOUR NEW WOMEN'S CHAMPION!!! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!"

Fade out to black as the credits roll.

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