Gang Warfare - Tucson, AZ! 04/29/2019!

*As the screen fades in from black, William Mannheim and Scott Leroux are seen leaning against a ring apron drinking water, both dripping with sweat*

"This is exactly what we needed, Scotty...you, Kennedy, and I are on the same page. These last two weeks have flown by - I guess that's what happens when you're focused, y'know?"

*As he adjusts the tape covering his hands, he smiles a smile not seen in years; a smile reminiscent of when William Mannheim was the name on most peoples' lips, wondering what was coming next*

"I'll tell ya right now, those little shitbags ain't ready for this..."

*He motions between himself and Scott, also pointing somewhere off camera*

"...they seem to forget where we've been. We've both been on top, and we fought our way up there, every inch, every step. Them? What've they had to fight for, really?"

"Hey... I agree completely, dude." Leroux laughed as he caught his breath, squirting a bit of the water on his face to cool down. "We didn't have social media to get ourselves over with. We had to bust our asses in the ring to do that." He slapped his friend on the back, giving a grin. "That's why tonight, I'm gonna remind all of them what a REAL old-school star looks like. I'm thinking it's a perfect night for me to bring a very special guest to the show with me..."

"Bout goddamn time, Scotty." The camera panned over to the heavy punching bag, where the sweaty, worn-out manager of the group, Kennedy Campbell, stood, "Haven't seen her in forever. At least you picked a night where we're gonna beat some ass and really set an example."

"Fuckin' right we are, K-Bar! We've got this shit on lockdown. Hopefully they've got a little in the bank - Brody shouldn't be paying their medical bills, not a single one of us is going out there to put on a show tonight."

*Mannheim takes a deep breath and stares, first at Kennedy, then at Scott*

"You guys feelin' it? The pre-show butterflies? The adrenaline buildup? Or is it just me?"

*He slaps Scott playfully in the gut*

"She wanted you up in them guts, didn't she, Scotty?"

"Jesus Christ, Willy." Kennedy murmured, blinking comically as she shook her head in disgust. "Why do I hang around you again? Seriously. Please remind me."

Scott snorted, trying not to laugh. Kennedy often tended to feel like the only normal person in a group of weirdos, and today was clearly NO different. "Because we're the best, Ken. And you wanna team with the best."

*Mannheim points at Scott, and taps his nose with the other hand*

"This guy gets it!"

*He chuckles as he looks at Kennedy*

"You know you're not actually offended - it takes WAY more than that. I mean, hell, last time Pitt clogged the shitter after he and Piso went to Mucho Burrito, you being offended was totally legit....and fucking hilarious, just sayin..."

"And I still maintain that if you ever let him eat that around me again, I fucking quit." She said with a grumpy little huff. "I wouldn't subject LAW to that, Willy. It's just inhumane."

"She's not wrong, Willy." Leroux said, making a rather terrified face at the thought. "That man's shits are bigger than half the guys I've fought in the ring. Fuck."

"You guys think that's bad? Try driving with him. Back when we used to drive from spot to spot he'd tear ass in the back of the van and you could taste it at the front. He swears by citrus bathroom spray because he says it covers his scent better."

*Mannheim shakes his head*

"Not a fucking chance. It still smells for hours, but with a little zest...it's shitrus...."

*The audience can be heard on the broadcast feed laughing and howling, as Mannheim shudders a bit before getting serious again*

"Tonight we go out, we keep it tight, and most importantly, we don't give an inch."

"Scotty? You hear them scream, torque twice as hard. Kennedy? Remember what I taught you.."

*Mannheim points two fingers at his eyes, and chops at his throat*

"...can't see, can't breathe, can't fight. Fuck being nice, tonight's personal."

"They wanna poke the bear? They picked the wrong motherfuckin' bear...and after tonight everyone...every single one of them..."

*Mannheim thumbs at the camera*

"...and every one of THEM, are gonna see exactly why hunters don't go after the old bear."

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On a black screen, an audio clip plays from Martin Scorsese's "Gangs of New York" is heard.

"Challenge...."

"....Challenge accepted!"

As those opening notes of Sick Puppies' "You're Going Down" the vignette comes to life with the camera sweeping through a ruined city. Buildings are on fire. Police sirens are heard blaring under the background music. With it, we hear a woman's voice on a police dispatch radio....
"All units, all units. Be advised: receiving reports of a widescale 10-15. Multiple 10-10s in progress. Possible 10-34. 10-70s reported all over the city. 10-0, I say again, 10-0."

As the lyrics to the song begin, the screen switches to quick flashes of key NFW roster members being seen at the event under a grainy, black and white filter. Those shown are primarily among each other in their respective stables:

- The Dominion of Pain: Judas Lasher, Ethan Skinner, Buzzsaw, Darius Crowley and the tag-team Ultra-Violence (Doomsday and Belphegor). Buzzsaw's expression is unreadable under his mask. Darius Crowley stands, stoic as ever. Ethan Skinner smiles wickedly and slowly beckons with his hand. Judas Lasher, wears a glare that could unnerve the hardest of men.

- The Unwanted: First, we're only shown Jay White and Adam Cole before a screen 'glitch' changes so that, with them, stand The Rebel Forces (Teddy Morse and Chase Evans) of The Resistance. Jay White toys with his blade. Adam Cole holds his gun-finger beside his head as he looks up with a smirk. Teddy and Chase raise their fists.

- Sex & Violence: Lara Blackheart, Penelope Cassidy and Nostalgia Ultra (Futura Soli & TyAnna Jupiter). Holding the NFW Women's Championship, Lara Blackheart gives a sensual yet evil smile. Penelope runs her fingers through her hair, looking like she's about to snap. Futura and TyAnna stand side by side, close to each other, looking focused and ready.

-The Unwanted: This time, it's the women of the group - Adrianna Salvatore, Mia Hayashi, Shelley Silverr and Angel Kusanagi. Adrianna just stands there with her arms crossed, glaring at the camera. Mia tilts her chin up and flips the camera off with both hands. Shelley stands, turned to the side, arms also crossed with the Silver Mountain Championship on her shoulder. Her expression is calm and nonchalant. Angel Kusanagi stares, stoically at the camera...but then gives a little smile that says she's not quite all right in the head.

- The Great White North: Scott Leroux, William Mannheim and Kennedy Campbell stand in the foreground. Scott cocks his chin up with a cocky smirk on his face. William Mannheim gives a calm stare with a fire in his eyes that says, quite simply, 'I will fuck you up.' Kennedy Campbell punches a fist into her hand, nodding with a smile and winks. Behind these three, Pitt, Rick Dickulous, and El Piso Mojado stand as support for their team going into war.

- The Renegades: Serena Frost, Julian Morrison, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law. Serena runs a pointed nail down her face as she turns to the camera with an icey glare. Julian Morrison and Tyson Law hold their fists out in front of them, 'popping the pin on the grenade.' The angle then switches to Tyler Grey by himself, with the Junior Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder. He seethes, uncontrollably, trembling with unbridled rage begging to be let out.

- The Resistance: Alex Brody, Erin Mercer, Max LeBrun, Chris Wolfe, The Rebel Forces and Vincent Stone. This clip is for Vincent Stone as the rest stand behind in him support for his match on the card against Tyler Grey. While not a member of the stable, Kimi Smalls is there next to Vincent Stone, standing with her man. Stone flips his hood back and looks up at the camera with a grin. He brings up his taped fists under his chin and nods, confidently. Kimi Smalls smiles, assuringly. Erin Mercer pats Stone - her mixed tag partner - on the shoulder.

- Super Bitch Squad: Masami Nishikiyama, Yuka Hirata and Kayako Kazama. Masami flexes one of her arms and turns from it to the camera with a smug smile. Yuka sticks her tongue out, giving herself a wild appearance and brings a hand up in a claw form. Kayako just...smiles...sweetly...and waves both hands at the camera. We know she's anything but kind and innocent, though.

- The Skillz Vendorz: Katrina Cage, Sammi Belmont and Mary Kennedy. Together, all in their own choice of video game themed clothing, the three smile at the camera. All three of them, being goofy, wave their hands about dramatically and mimick the Power Rangers morphing gesture.

- Suzuki-gun: Minoru Suzuki, Zack Sabre Jr, Takashi Sugiura and Havok in the foreground with the rest behind them. Paul Heyman stands, arms crossed, wearing his snake-ish smile, between the two tag team units.

- Nico Salvatore and AKI are seen as their own unit. AKI stands calml and focused. Zen like. Nico Salvatore scowls at the camera. Neither of them being very animated.

- With Victoria Emmerson at his side, Clarence Fletcher Townsend fans a stack of cash in his hand, smiling smugly as he turns, nodding to the camera.

- Finally, in a back and forth cut, we see what was once the entire Bullet Club stable, now broken in half between the BC O.Gs and the Elite. Prince Devitt, Tama Tonga, Karl Anderson and Bad Luck Fale stand together as the representatives for the BC O.Gs while the Elite are represented by Kenny Omega, the Young Bucks and Kota Ibushi. The clip begins intercutting with the War Games cage.

The rest of the segment highlights the moments that brought each of the feuds into fruition. The weeks past that they have come to blows in both matches and unsanctioned brawls. Key moments shown are Lara Blackheart and Penelope Cassidy's beatdown on Mia Hayashi that put her out for a month. Then there's Jay White Superkicking Ethan Skinner and pinning Judas Lasher before tapping his temple on the ramp and throwing them the middle finger while Adam Cole plays to the crowd behind him. We see Tyson Law's backstage attack on William Mannheim and the Renegade's three on one beatdown of Rick Dickulous. A quick shot of Tyler Grey holding Erin Mercer in The Skynet submission followed by Vincent Stone sneering down the hallway at him after security had gotten Grey to leave. As the vignette wraps to a close, the screen switches to the inside of the Tucson Arena in Tucson Arizona.

Pyro goes off on the stage as "You're Going Down" continues to play, the lights illuminate the stage and ramp which are decorated with props to make it look like a ruined city while the ramp, this time is just a simple walkway, made to look like a city road with cracks and blood stains on the pavement. Things look slightly different at ringside tonight, as there are not one but TWO rings set up side by side. One ring has a tarp which stretches over the four turnbuckles almost like a fitted sheet. This is being used to cut the roster members off from the second ring until it's time to be used. High above the rings hangs the modified War Games cage. It's like a Hell In A Cell structure big enough to cover the two rings. It hangs ominously over the ring as the camera sweeps over the crowd, showing the various signs of the night.

WAR GAMES ROCKS

LET THERE BE WAR

LIGHTBULBS AND WIRE AND CHAIRS OH MY

HEY UNWANTED! SHOW S&V WHAT REAL VIOLENCE IS

IM DEAD TO TYANNA JUPITER

-SIGN FLIP-

BUT SHE MAKES ME FEEL ALIVE

GANG WARFARE IS TOO SWEET

Fans all over the arena are wearing their shirts, masks and have their faces painted. They've been amped up for this for weeks and now, the moment is finally here. As the camera continues sweeping over the crowd, we hear their chants under the theme music for the event,

"NFW!"

"NFW!"

"NFW!"

"NFW!"

Finally, the camera cuts over to the announce table where Jim Reynolds, Nick Hanson and Matt Klazzic all sit on commentary.

HANSON
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen to NFW GANG WARFARE!!! We are LIVE in Tucson, Arizona here at the Tucson Arena!"

REYNOLDS
"You just said that twice, Nicky!"

HANSON
"I said what twice?"

REYNOLDS
"Tucson Arizona. Tucson Arena. They know we're at an arena in Tucson. Did you forget the damn name of it?"

HANSON
"That is the name."

REYNOLDS
"What?"

KLAZZIC
"Sure is! The Tucson Arena! Beautiful building!"

REYNOLDS
"What kinda jerry rigged, redneck, bullshit name is that?! 'Oh howdy, y'all! We's in Tucson, Ariona! We's gonna call this the Tucson Arena cause we's in Tucson!"

HANSON
"One: Stop being a prick. Two: That's more Texas accent than anything. You just embarrassed yourself in front of the world."

REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky. I'll embarrass you in front of the world."

HANSON
"I'm already embarrassed to be sitting next to you. Who's ready to get things started folks?! Here we go!"

KLAZZIC
"HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Good one, Nick Hanson!"

REYNOLDS
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Hey, one of you better answer me!! I'm getting tired of being ignored!!"

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“You believe this, babe? First time you’ve been to a show in way too long…” The camera opens to a shot of Scott Leroux, holding open the door to a silver corvette, dressed in a gray suit with Canadian flag tie and mirrored sunglasses. “It’s way past time though. C’mon…. Let’s remind everyone who the real queen is.”

Much to the surprise of everyone in the crowd, out from the Corvette stepped Scott Leroux’s wife Angela...better known to all as Voodoo. She was wearing a knee-length dress of shimmering black - an elegant contrast to her old school attire. The pop was enormous and brought a huge smile to the woman’s dark red lips as she stopped to listen to the cheers with a gleam of nostalgia in her eyes. She smiled at her husband and gave him a kiss before taking his hand.

“It’s been far too long.”

While the two had their trials and tribulations in old storylines, the couple had never been anything other than strong and in love behind the scenes. "It's gonna be a big night, baby... Only fitting that the toughest bitch to ever set foot in that ring is back to witness it."

His words may have sounded like hyperbole to some... but anyone who'd watched her in the ring years ago knew - she was fearless, reckless, and damn-near suicidal in there. Win, lose, or draw... her opponents ALWAYS left the ring knowing just who the hell they'd been in there with.

"Everyone's gonna be stoked to see you again."

“Would you believe me if I said I was nervous?” She laughed, linking arms with him. “After all of these years I feel like I should still be watching my back.”

“Relax.” Scott chuckled, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips. “Hell, ain’t no beef between you and Amber anymore, and nobody’s seen Black Mask around here….” He teased, harkening back to one of his wife’s most violent feuds. “Although really…. Vlad’s kid could use a good ass-whoopin’. If someone doesn’t give it to her soon, maybe we’ll ask you to hop in there and beat her down.”

“Anything for Vlad.” Her smile faded momentarily, remembering her fallen friend, but soon a familiar gleam came back to her dark eyes, one longtime fans would know all too well. “You know, darling, I could grab Alessandra for a chat. After all, you and I know a thing or two about rowdy children don’t we?” Voo arched a dark brow, giving her husband a sassy look.

“Gods yes. Owen… definitely went through a rebellious phase.” Scott said, trying to hold back his laughter. “Talking to her though… it’s a good idea, but ever since she went back to using her real name and shacking up with Lasher…. She hasn’t exactly been easy to find. I’m gonna guess whatever the hell Lara’s going through… isn’t easy on her as a mom.”

“I’ll see what I can do. The old guard should stick together after all. But tonight is all about supporting you from the front row and letting everyone know how proud I am. Don’t worry though, these heels can come off in a second and before you know it I’ll have someone in The Constrictor just for old time’s sake.” Voodoo winked.

“That’s my girl…” Scott said with a proud grin. “The King will NEVER be anything without his Queen.”

“Long may we reign.” Voodoo leaned in to kiss her husband as she brought her hand up and pushed the camera away.

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[MATCH# #1. FIVE TEAM BATTLE ROYALE TO RE-CROWN THE VACANT NFW WOMEN'S TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS]

Roger Arden stands in the center of the ring with the microphone, dressed in a grey suit and a black shirt.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen!! Welcome to...GANG WARFAAAAAAAARE!!!!"

The crowd pops loudly. Roger Arden smirks at the response before he continues.

ARDEN
"This match is your opening contest...and is a battle royale for the vacant NFW Women's Tag Team Championship!! The rules are as followed: all five teams will start in the ring at the sound of the bell. The only way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the floor. Both members of a team must be thrown out in order for a tag team to be completely eliminated! There are no disqualifications, no countout, and no submission. And now, introducing the participating teams...."



~WARRIOOOOOOORS.....COME OUT AND PLAAAAAAAY~

After a brief audio clip from the movie The Warriors, Iron Maiden's "Wasted Years" fills the arena and the crowd goes wild. The lights dim down as a golden yellow search light sweeps across the buildings on the stage. At the 0:27 mark, when the song really picks up, the tag team of Marissa and Morgan Payne come out from behind two of the building props, meeting in the middle of the stage as the searchlight falls on them and the rest of the stage lights up! For the most part, their ring gear is the same as always. A notable difference, due to the theme of the event, Morgan Payne has her entire face painted up black with a yellow Punisher skull over it like a painted on mask. The crowd pops at the homage to her father.

Marissa and Morgan perform their signature, BFF handshake - slapping hands three times, then a fist bump, then knocking forearms together before they hug, then turn to the ring and start making their way down the walkway, all business.

ARDEN
"Introducing first!! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!! The tag team of...Marissa Payne...and... the NFW Women's Television Champion, Morgan Payne!! THE IRRROOOOOONNNNNN MAIDEEEEEEEEEEEENS!!!!!"

As they reach the ring, Morgan runs and baseball slides into it, jumping up to her feet and hopping on her toes a few times before moving to a corner. Marissa climbs the apron and takes another top turnbuckle from the outside, stoically looking around at her appreciating fans. She doesn't smile, but she throws the horns up high over her head. The audience yells, over the music

"UP THE IRONS!!!!!"

A camera jump over to Morgan shows her with her hand up as well, tongue out of her mouth in a wild look. Normally, this is a cute, goofy look for her. With the facepaint, she looks more fierce than anything. The Iron Maidens hop down inside the ring and immediately remove their entrance gear, turning towards the ramp.

REYNOLDS
"What the fuck did Morgan Payne do to her face?"

HANSON
"It's paint, Jim. It's nothing new."

REYNOLDS
"It is on her!"

KLAZZIC
"She's getting in the mood for the event, Jimbo! I kinda like it!"

REYNOLDS
"Matt? Don't you EVER call me Jimbo again!"



After the lights return to normal and "Wasted Years" stops playing, it's replaced by The Internet's "Get Away". The cheers from the crowd immediately turn to boos as Futura Soli and TyAnna Jupiter - Nostalgia Ultra - strut sensually out onto the stage. TyAnna Jupiter turns her back to the ring. She flips her hair over her shoulder and winks to the camera. Beside her, Futura Soli nods with approval, giving a cold smirk as she looks from her tag team partner and girlfriend to the camera and nods. TyAnna turns on her heel and Nostalgia Ultra make their way towards the ring.

ARDEN
"Making their way to the ring!! Representing Sex & Violence! They are TyAnna Jupiter...and...Futura Soli. NOSTALGIAAAAAAAA UUUUULTRAAAAAAAA!!!!"

As Nostalgia Ultra reaches the ring, TyAnna and Futura enter the ring in their usual manner. Oozing with confidence. Almost arrogance as they scowl across the ring at the Iron Maidens. Marissa and Morgan Payne leave the ring to allow Nostalgia Ultra to perform their pose. The crowd continues to boo as both women remove their entrance gear. They share a quick kiss to each other as their music fades out.

REYNOLDS
"Think that was for good luck? I can totally each give them another."

HANSON
"Shut up, Jim."

HANSON
"You are so damn rude, Jim Reynolds.

REYNOLDS
"You're the biggest fucking prude I've ever met, Matt."



The lights go completely out as Them Evils' "Got Me Rockin'" abruptly kicks in. At 0:11 when the lyrics start, the blinking lights to a jacket are seen up near the entrance stage. The arms spread out, akin to how Chris Jericho used to do. Then, at 0:21, the lights for the walkway come on, revealing Alex Brody standing with her back to the ramp, wearing her black and blue gear and her patented own LIONHEART jacket, given to her by the man himself. On the floor, Erin Mercer lays on her stomach under Alex's legs with her chin resting on her hands as her feet kick to the rhythm of the music. As expected, she's wearing her own style of gear but with a matching color theme to Alex's. This makes her bright red hair stand out even more. The camera zooms in low on the two. Erin Mercer winks and blows a flirty smooch to the camera before pulling herself up and onto her feet where she's standing back to back with Alex Brody. Alex lowers her arms and turns around with a determined expression, putting herself beside Erin. The two friends bang forearms together and immediately start towards the ring.

ARDEN
"Introducing next!! Representing The Resistance!! "Lionheart" Alex Brody...and..."The Red Queen" Erin Mercer! MEEEEEEERRRRLEEEEEEEXXXX!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Did you see that? Erin Mercer blew me a kiss!"

HANSON
"She did not. That was to the fans."

REYNOLDS
"You calling her a slut, Nicky?!"

HANSON
"I'm not--- oh, brother...."

Alex Brody and Erin Mercer reach the ring, both sliding in under the bottom rope and each doing their own rock and roll motions to their music. Alex plays air guitar - adorably, one might add - and Erin bends at her knees, headbanging and getting really into the song. She pumps the horns in the air for the duration that the music plays before it fades out and the two women remove their leather jackets.


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

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

While she's still in the process of twirling, Yuka Hirata emerges coolly, rolling her neck before coming to the center of stage, kneeling and performing a quick Wai Kru before slamming her fists on the stage and popping up and giving a yell.

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

ARDEN
"Representing the Super Bitch Squad! From Japan! Being accompanied to the ring by Kayako Kazama!! MAAASAAAAMI NIIISHIKIYAAAMA...and YUUUKA HIIIRATA!!!!!"

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

Once all three of them are in the ring, they meet in the middle for a pose. Masami stands tall, flexing up her arms. After performing another brief Wai Kru, Yuka scowls ahead of her with her fists raised under her chin. Kayako, meanwhile, leans back against Masami like a human wall and brings up one hand in a 'peace sign' with an adorable yet devious little smile. The music fades and the lights return to normal before the final entrance.



~YEAH YEAH YEAH....BLACK PINK IN YOUR AREA!~

The lights go out in the arena, as BlackPink's "Kill This Love" breaks the long silence. The Unwanted logo appears on the video wall before 'Thanos Snapping' into a new name - CRAZY HOT - in bold, neon magenta over a black, barbwired background. The name pulses on the screen as, at 0:14 the Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver comes walking out onto the stage, accompanied by her manager Sloane Cameron. The title around her waist. Shelley casually twirls her night stick in one hand as she walks into view of the fans, smiling around at them all. She comes to the center of the stage just at the 0:29 mark when Angel Kusanagi comes through the curtain, rolling her neck and shaking her fists at her side, ready for a fight. Shelley looks over her shoulder at her, then grins to the camera with just her eyes. Angel throws a few shadow punches and kicks before running at Shelley from behind and hits a baseball slide, slipping between her legs and pops up on one knee, in front of her in her usual ring-pose. At this point, Shelley Silver moves over to stand beside Angel, reaching down with her nightstick and at 0:43 into the song, places it under Angel's chin, 'commanding' her up to her feet in a slow, sensual motion. Angel rises, stepping in and pressing herself against Shelley. Shelley smiles down at the shorter woman, bringing up her other hand to slowly pull the hood back on Angel's robe. She uses the same hand to trace it along Angel's face as she brings her own in pretty close. Angel seemingly submits, standing with her eyes closed as Shelley gently caresses her face. Their noses brush and their lips almost touch before Angel's eyes open and they both turn towards the ring with smirks on their faces.

~LET'S KILL THIS LOVE~

At 1:10 the two step apart, holding hands until their grips part and they begin down the walkway, moving in pace at the music but now with that sense of purpose they each have.

ARDEN
"On their way to the ring! Being accompanied to the ring by Sloane Cameron!! Representing The Unwanted!! The Leader of the Raindrops AND NFW Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver...and...Angel Kusanagi!! Ladies and gentlemen...please welcome...CRAAAAZYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOOTTTT!!!!!!"

HANSON
"Jim, pick your jaw up off of the floor."

KLAZZIC
"I don't think he can hear you."

Shelley Silver and Angel Kusanagi continue to the ring with Sloane Cameron. Upon reaching it, Shelley spots someone in the front row and smiles, strolling right over to a gentlemen sitting center-front. The man smiles back as he rises out of his feet and steps up to the barrier. Shelley reaches behind his head and pulls the man in for a deep kiss as his arms go around her. The crowd cheers.

HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see, we have a guest at the show tonight! That gentleman there is Shelley Silver's fiance; the current and longest reigning EWC United States Champion, Ace King! He's come from Vegas to cheer his girl on in person!"

REYNOLDs
"Awww, well ain't that just fucking sweet?"

KLAZZIC
"Well, I think it is! And quite the reign he has! I'm impressed, from talent to talent!"

REYNOLDS
"What the hell's Angel doing?"

As Crazy Hot's music and lights continue, Angel Kusanagi is seen making her way around the ring as she starts pulling stuff from underneath and throwing it into the ring. Chairs. Kendo sticks. Baking sheets. All sorts of hardcore toys. The rest of the teams inside all watch her with a look as if to say 'what the fuck is she doing?' Even Ace King is now looking passed Shelley Silver as Angel comes around to their side, sliding a table out and setting it up at ringside. The look on Ace's face is a mixture between confusion and amusement. We can see him mouthing to Shelley under the music, 'does she always do this?' Shelley nods and mouths back with an amused smile 'pretty much.' Shelley gives Ace another smooch and breaks off from him. He steps back to his seat, clapping and cheering with the crowd as Angel and Shelley enter the ring. Naturally, before the bell even sounds, Angel goes RIGHT for Nostalgia Ultra, prompting Shelley to do the same and the match immediately kicks off!!

KLAZZIC
"WHOA LOOK OUT, NOW!!!"

~DING DING DING~

The instant the bell rang, it was all out chaos. Crazy Hot and Nostalgia Ultra collided. Shelley Silver with TyAnna Jupiter and Angel Kusanagi with Futura Soli. An obvious preview for their later to come, second match. Meanwhile, SBS and the Iron Maidens also collided together. Marissa Payne and Yuka Hirata went to throwing shots at one another while Morgan Payne and Masami Nishikiyama locked up and began a physical power struggle. Merlex, in the meantime, assessed the situation before deciding to lend a hand to Crazy Hot and split off to help each member start laying into Nostalgia Ultra, turning the tide against them as Jupiter and Soli found themselves each on the end of a two on one attack.

HANSON
"And here we go folks! Gang Warfare is underway!! Women's Tag Team Titles on the line! They have been vacant for 64 days! The same amount of time that LeeAnn Viskan and Lara Blackheart held them before they split up!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, back when LeeAnn Viskan did the smart thing and left the Dominion. But then she went and joined the House of Payne so she kinda canceled out the positive, there."

HANSON
"She went to finish her career with her family, Jim. You know, her daughter and adopted daughter that are right there in the ring!"

As Nick Hanson said this, the camera cut to close shots of Marissa and Morgan Payne going at it with Yuka Hirata and Masami Nishikiyama. As the match continued, it grew more hellacious as Angel Kusanagi got ahold of one of the weapons she'd tossed into the ring during Crazy Hot's entrance and started swinging away. Armed with a steel chair, Angel began swinging at anyone that wasn't her tag team partner. After laying out both members of SBS with violent chair shots, Angel turned her aggression over and smacked the chair hard across the back of Futura Soli while she was busy brawling with Marissa Payne. She whipped right back around and THREW the chair into the face of Erin Mercer, knocking her off balance. Behind Mercer, TyAnna Jupiter came out of the corner and grabbed her by the back of the head, slinging her over the top rope and out of the ring. Erin Mercer hit the floor, thus eliminated. Turing her aggression on Angel, then, TyAnna rushed the smaller woman and began laying into her as repercussions for her chair shot to Futura.

HANSON
"OH MAN!!!! KUSANAGI NAILS MERCER WITH A CHAIR AND JUPITER ELIMINATES HER!"

REYNOLDS
"EVERY WOMAN FOR HERSELF, NICKY!! I KINDA DON'T BLAME HER!! PLANNED OR NOT!!"

KLAZZIC
"Alex Brody is on her own now!! Can she win this for her team?!"

In the ensuing brawl, TyAnna Jupiter managed to overpower Angel Kusanagi and began pushing her over the ropes as the smaller woman tried to hold on. Just as it looked like Angel was about to be knocked off of the apron, Shelley Silver ran in with a bicycle kick to the side of Jupiter's face. Angel sprang back into the ring, coming down on Masami Nishikiyama for a hurricanrana. Masami managed to power Angel back up as she went for the follow through and turned the attempt into a brutal, sitout powerbomb, flattening Angel on the mat!! Right as she came down, she started to let out a victorious yell only to have Marissa Payne run in and deliver a vicious Bitch Killa!!

As the match continued, eliminations began to pick up as Alex Brody managed to eliminate Yuka Hirata, but was clotheslined over the top rope by TyAnna Jupiter immediately after, effectively eliminating Merlex completely. Masami Nishikiyama went on a powerhouse tear, delivering stiff lariats, suplexes and drivers to anyone she could get her hands on. In the process, she managed to catch Angel Kusanagi in an attempt at the Steel Feather and shockingly hit a Belly to Belly Overhead, flinging her over the top rope. She taunted the woman, flexing up her arms before turning right into a SUPERKICK from Shelley Silver that sent her tumbling over the ropes. Nishikiyama managed to hold on, however and stood up on the apron, trading blows with Shelley. Nishikiyama won the battle, driving her shoulder into Shelley's midsection but before she could get back into the ring, Futura Soli came out of nowhere with a modified Pink Matter and sent Masami tumbling to the floor!!! It was down to two full teams, then with the Iron Maidens, and Nostalgia Ultra and the additional Shelley Silver by herself. Shelley Silver continued to fight valiantly with a little help from the Iron Maidens who seemed more concerned with taking care of Nostalgia Ultra before worrying about Shelley. The eliminate foes before friends, mentality. In the chaos that ensued, TyAnna Jupiter managed to eliminate Morgan Payne with a Crescent Beam, knocking her over the ropes. Shelley Silver, meanwhile, hit a Silver Bullet on Futura Soli, and sent her crashing to the floor from over the top rope.

HANSON
"OHHH MAN!!! AND MORGAN PAYNE AND FUTURA SOLI GET ELIMINATED AT THE SAME TIME!! WE'RE DOWN TO THREE WOMEN, JIM! ALL FROM DIFFERENT TEAMS!!"

It was down, basically to a triple threat match up between TyAnna Jupiter, Shelley Silver and Marissa Payne. The three way brawl that ensued was moreso a focus on TyAnna Jupiter as Payne and Silver saw a chance to work together. As they began a team effort of trying to push TyAnna over the top rope, Futura Soli shoved the referee out of the way and got back into the ring to help her partner. The crowd boo'ed as Soli went right for Silver and Payne, fighting with them to get Jupiter back down to the mat. Once she did, she nailed Marissa Payne with a superkick to get her out of the way and Nostalgia Ultra teamed up on Shelley Silver until TyAnna Jupiter was able to throw her out over the top rope.

REYNOLDS
"AAAAAND THERE GOES SHELLEY SILVER!!!"

HANSON
"THAT WAS WRONG!! FUTURA SOLI SHOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN INVOLVED!! SHE WAS ELIMINATED!!"

REYNOLDS
"I didn't see her eliminated, I was watching TyAnna!"

KLAZZIC
"Well I was watching Shelley and she eliminated Futura!"

REYNOLDS
"She's engaged, Matt. Shame on you."

KLAZZIC
"Oh stuff it!"

As TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli turned back from eliminating Shelley Silver, Marissa Payne came out of nowhere with a superkick to Futura, dropping her onto the mat. Lashing out, TyAnna lunged on her and began trading shots. Marissa, smartly, backed towards the center of the ring, evading the ropes until she was sure she had a clear advantage. TyAnna fought like a lionness, however and managed to stay on even ground with Marissa. In the climax of the match, Marissa and TyAnna traded offense back and forth until TyAnna Jupiter managed to counter a superkick, spinning Marissa around into a modified Supreme Thunder. As Marissa reeled against the ropes, TyAnna scrambled to her feet and ran in for a Crescent Beam kick, sending her right over and onto the floor.

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS...AAAAAAND NEEEEEWWW...NFW WOMEN'S TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!! TyAnna Jupiter...Futura Soli...NOSTALGIAAAAAAAA UUUULTRAAAAAAA!!!"

The Internet's "Get Away" played as the referee brought forth, the vacant NFW Women's Tag Title belts and presented them to TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli as the woman got back into the ring. The two hugged tight, sharing a kiss before raising their new titles up in celebration, despite the boos and jeers from the crowd.

HANSON
"Well, I should have expected foul play somewhere from either Nostalgia Ultra or SBS. I can't say I'm really surprised."

REYNOLDS
"You should be happy, Nicky! We've finally got Women's Tag Team Champions again! And we got them in the most dominant women's tag team we've seen in this company! Maybe even the business!"

KLAZZIC
"Right. Well, like it or not, we do have new Women's Tag champions, folks. I'm interested in seeing who their first challengers will be. Perhaps Ms. Hayes would wanna consider either Crazy Hot or the Iron Maidens, given the circumstances.

REYNOLDS
"Oh stop whining because your picks got eliminated, Matt."

KLAZZIC
"Hey I root for the ones who deserve it! Honor and talent! You're the one who roots for the team that shows the most skin like you think your wife isn't watching. Dirtbag."

REYNOLDS
"Did you just call me a dirtbag?"

KLAZZIC
"Sure did! Anyway folks, let's take it backstage for some interviews!"

REYNOLDS
"Why am I a dirtbag?!"

Jim Reynolds asks as the shot cuts over to the backstage area....

Winners: Nostalgia Ultra (New Champions!)
Result: Last Team Remaining
Time: 25:32

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*The scene shifts to the backstage area where we see Josh Davidson in the interview area.*

"Hello fans, allow me to introduce my guest at this time, making her debut as part of the interview team, Laurie Denzler," Davidson says as the camera pans over and a young woman enters the area to shake hands with Davidson.

"Laurie, welcome to the NFW broadcast team. And I see that you're guests are making their way here so I will let you go and take it from here, goodbye!" Davidson says as he hurries out of the area as Laurie looks to her right for a moment before facing the camera.

"Hello, everyone. Please welcome my guests at this time, Suzuki-gun," Denzler says as Takashi Sugiura and Havok enter from the right and Zack Sabre Jr., TAKA Michinoku, and Minoru Suzuki enter from her left as Paul Heyman smugly enters from her right, stopping to give her the once over.

"What kind of gentlemen is Josh Davidson to do this to you? I will say, at least you are easier on the eyes. Let's hope you're easy on the ears too, ok?" Heyman says with a chuckle to an unphased Denzler.

"Yeah, Josh warned me about you. But we're here to talk about the two big matches you guys are in tonight. First, we have Takashi Sugiura and Havok vs. Nico Salvatore and AKI. Having encountered these two in the past? Has anything changed in terms of planning and preparing for tonight's match?" Denzler asks.

"Ok, since you're new, I'll give you a pass tonight, ok rookie? Let me ask you a question, Laurie," Heyman says as he puts his hands together and holds them over his mouth for a moment as he stares down in thought.

"Have you ever had to deal with flies that just doesn't want to go away? You swat them with a newspaper. You use a fly swatter. And now you resort to using insect spray to finally put an end to things. This is how we feel about this whole thing with Nico Salvatore and especially AKI. Nico, I don't know why you chose to continue the fight started by guys like Connor K., Shelton Benjamin, and AKI. But you should take a cue after seeing what happened with those two. You've swarmed around Suzuki-gun long enough with them, and we had to resort to using swatters for those two to take them down. Now, you and AKI want to buzz around and be a nuisance to us for one last time. Fine, now we've had to resort to taking out the insect spray to put you two down. You see, you've been calling out Havok and now Sugiura for the longest time and now you will finally get them in the ring. Gentlemen, this ends TONIGHT. It's time for Havok to take the next step and he can't move forward without having you two gnats buzzing around his face like you have for the past month or so. Again, to bring up Connor K., be careful for what you wish for. You may get it, but it may not be exactly how you wanted it. Tonight, we close the chapter on you two and we focus on to bigger and better things, and speaking of bigger and better things, I believe there's a pair of gentlemen to your left, Laurie, who are on the threshold of taking home the first titles for Suzuki-gun. So, I will go ahead and allow you the pleasure of interviewing your next NFW tag team champions. Thank you, and it's been your pleasure, Ms. Denzler," Heyman says to Laurie before giving a small bow to Sabre and Suzuki who nod in response as the camera pans over to Denzler, with Zack Sabre Jr., TAKA Michinoku, and Minoru Suzuki who has his trademark towel over his head.

"Thank you, Paul. I think. Anyway, Zack Sabre Jr., you and Minoru Suzuki finally get your shots at the tag team titles tonight as you prepare to step in the ring with Ultra-Violence. How did you prepare for them despite not having set foot in the ring with them? Denzler asks.

"Well, it's simple really. Those two sods have been so busy dealing with other problems like Rick Dickulous, Matt Klazzic, and G.O.D. that they have stretched themselves thin these past few weeks, which is saying something given how big and plodding those two jokers are. Laurie, it's all quite simple. We've trained these past few weeks with one goal in mind, and that's to take those NFW Tag Team Titles and add them to our collection of titles. They've always been big. They've always been bad. But they've never been in the ring with two ringmasters who can not only out wrestle them, but two men who know how to manipulate the joints of the human body to maximize pain production. They've never been in the ring with two men smarter than the two you see before you now. Ultra-Violence, I said before that you never really impressed us and after tonight, those NFW tag titles take their rightful place going home with me, and the general here. Get ready, sunshine. Those belts are leaving with us, tonight," Sabre says confidently as he flicks the collar up on his jacket and steps back as Minoru Suzuki steps up to Denzler.

"Doomsday. Balphegor. Anata no jikan wanaku narimashita. Unmei kara nigeru koto wa dekimasen. Anata wa sakerarenai kara nigeru koto wa dekimasen. Kon'ya, anata no taitoru wa motto kachinoaru hoyū-sha to no kaisha o mitsukemasu. Kon'ya, sorera no taitoru wa Suzuki gunto issho ni ie ni kaerimasu. Kon'ya no ato, anata wa naze Suzuki gan, nanbāwan o mimasu. SUZUKI-GUN, ICHIBAN!!!" Suzuki says with a gutteral scowl as he glares in the direction of Denzler who reacts by backing up a little bit as the three men leave the interview area and the scene fades to black.

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[MATCH #2. TAG TEAM MATCH - Nico Salvatore/? v. Takashi Sugiura/Havok]


As "Ichiban" plays over the arena sound system, the crowd begins booing before the curtain even parts. When it does, the first man through is Paul Heyman, walking in his usual, arrogant strut to the head of the walkway. Right behind him, moving more leisurely are Takashi Sugiura and Havok. The two members of Suzuki-gun come to stand next to Heyman as they looked around, not much caring at the negative reaction from the fans before they start towards the ring.

ARDEN
"The following contest is a handicap match, scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first...being lead to the ring by Paul Heyman...representing Suzuki-gun!! At a combined weight of four hundred and ninety five pounds!! HAVOK...aaaand....TAKASHIIIIIIIIII SUUUUUGIUUUURRRRAAAAAAA!!!!!"

Paul Heyman enters the ring ahead of his guys, sitting on the middle rope as a show of respect to Sugiura who enters through the ropes. Adjacent to him, the two hundred and eighty five pound Havok slingshots himself over the ropes, doing a jog towards his and his mentor's corner as their music faded.



The lights dim as the notes to I Prevail’s “Bow Down” fills the arena. The titan tron comes to life with the familiar image of the gladiator helmet from the vignettes seen previously over the week.

As the song reaches the 0:11 second mark, the words 'GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN' appear in sync with the song before the words 'GOD OF WAR' appear, trembling in red on the tron wall. Through the curtain, walks Nico Salvatore, shaking out his fists beside him as he scowls down at the ring. Coming to the center of the stage, he hops on the balls of his feet before throwing a punch to the air and giving a yell, walking briskly down the ramp.

ARDEN
“Introducing their opponent...from Brooklyn, New York. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds: he is the Urban Gladiator...NICO -- SALVA-TOREEEEEE!!”

As his name is announced, Nico Salvatore starts talking trash to the camera about his opponent in tonight's match. At the end of his rant, he can clearly be heard saying "--get ready to bow down, bitch!"

Nico reaches the ring, taking a knee at the steps like a gladiator praying to the gods before a fight in the coliseum. From there, he stands back to his feet and watches the ring, taking in a deep breath as he sees Havok and Takashi Sugiura waiting for him.

HANSON
"I am pumped for this match, guys!!"

KLAZZIC
"Likewise, Nick!!"

Nico stands at the base of the rampway and pauses as he looks at Sugiura, Havok, and Heyman in the ring. As he looks back, we see the titantron animation for AKI on the screen and the crowd cheers as "Maybe I'm a Lion" by the Black Mages starts to play throughout the arena. AKI's theme continues to play, but Nico's face changes from stern determination to a slight expression of concern as AKI is not making his way down to the ring. The theme continues to play as another official comes to the ring and tries to explain something to Nico that the camera mic can't pick up. Nico turns back to point at the three men in the ring and yells to them, "YOU DID THIS! WHAT DID YOU DO?!?" as the camera pans back to Heyman, smuggly shrugging and holding his hands up and absolving himself of any wrong doing. The camera pans to the locker room area and we see AKI face down and knocked out on the floor. The camera pans up just to see the locker room door close behind what looked to be a large individual. The scene shifts back to ringside where AKI's theme abruptly stops to Nico and everyone's confusion.

KLAZZIC
"My god! What happened to AKI, guys?! He's supposed to be here with Nico! They're tag teaming tonight!"

REYNOLDS
"Maybe he got stuck in the john!"

HANSON
"Ohhhhhh nooooo. I think Nico's right. Something's up and Suzuki-gun is responsible!"


Suddenly, "Klickow Klickow" by Naughty by Nature starts to play and out pops a large man (about 6' 9" in height), wearing a heavy beige coat with a hood over his head, baggie jeans, and wearing a pair of wheat colored hiking boots. Around his neck is a heavy chain with an 8-inch heavy padlock on it. The man makes his way down to the ring and stops next to Nico. He looks at Nico, who's eyes widen when he sees who he's looking at, before the two nod and rush the ring!

HANSON
"HEY LOOK OUT NOW, HERE WE GO!! NICO AND THIS MYSTERY MAN ARE RUSHING THE RING!!!! THEY'RE GOING AFTER SUZUKI-GUN!!"

KLAZZIC
"TAKING THE FIGHT RIGHT TO 'EM!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"C'MON, NICO!!!! NICO AND...and...whoever the fuck that is...."

Heyman barely gets out in time as the two teams pair off in opposite corners of the ring as the crowd goes nuts: Sugiura and Nico in one corner and Havok and the mystery man in the other corner. Sugiura and Havok are then clotheslined over the ropes as Heyman scrambles to get the men to refocus and reset as Nico stands with the mystery individual, who takes off his jacket, revealing a black and red Washington Nationals jersey over a black hooded sweatshirt underneath, before throwing his jacket out at Heyman before backing up, Nico points as he takes off his hooded sweatshirt revealing...


KLAZZIC
"OH MY GOD!!!!!"

HANSON
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!!?!"

REYNOLDS
"HOOOOOLY SHIT!!!!"

HANSON
"GUYS THAT...THAT'S...THAT'S SOLOMON REX!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"HE HASN'T BEEN SEEN IN A WRESTLING RING IN OVER TEN YEARS!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!?!"

HANSON
"I THINK IT'S OBVIOUS, WHAT HE'S DOING HERE, JIM!!! HE'S HERE TO STEP IN AS NICO'S TAG TEAM PARTNER!!!!"

~DING DING DING~

Once the breakout brawl had settled down, the match officially started with Nico Salvatore and Takashi Sugiura inside the ring. Circling the ring with each other, Nico and Sugiura look ready to lunge at each other. Nico is fuming at Sugiura as he inches closer and beckons him forward for a lock up. Just before they touch, Sugiura suddenly backs up to his corner, cracking a wry smirk at Nico. He shakes his head and reaches out his hand, tagging in Havok. In an impressive show of athleticism, Havok slingshots all 285lbs of himself in a jump over the top rope. Havok rolls his neck and broad shoulders as he power struts right up to Nico Salvatore. Nico bows up to him and bumps chests, talking more trash.

"What, you want some more? Last show wasn't enough right? Fuckin--"

Nico hauls off and SLAPS Havok across the face! Havok huffs from under his mask and lunges at Nico with a shot. Nico blocks it and starts throwing shots of his own. Havok staggers, reeling before he begins to fight back with his own hammering blows. As Havok starts to gain the upperhand, he becomes more aggressive and switches to forearms instead of punches. Nico reels back on his feet. Finally, Havok Irish Whips him into a neutral corner. Havok dashes to one corner, running immediately at Nico, full speed, with a primal, muffled yell from under his mask. Nico sidesteps out of the way as Havok comes leaping at him. He crashes into the corner and turns around. Now, it's Nico's turn for a corner attack. The self proclaimed God of Wrestling runs to the same corner Havok did and comes charging back at him. Havok, however, springs out of the corner and catches Nico in his attempt at a leaping forearm, around the waist in a bearhug. With a guttural shout, he tosses Nico across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Havok pops back up onto his feet and flexes his arms up. Hearing commotion behind him, he turns to see the referee fighting with Solomon Rex to keep him on the apron and out of the ring. Havok takes a step towards Solomon and Nico's corner, popping his pecs at Solomon in a taunt to come get some. This enrages Solomon more as he tries to shove the ref out of the way.

To the pop of the crowd, Nico Salvatore, back on his feet, comes running at Havok and lands a stunningly (and early) Key to Orkas right to the side of the head. Havok staggers as the crowd goes wild. Nico lifts him across his shoulders for the GFY but Havok manages to slip right off and land on his feet behind Nico. He switches the hold into a Full Nelson on the Urban Gladiator and jerks him back into a Full Nelson Suplex, stopping him dead in his tracks. Havok rolls Nico over and hooks the leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Kickout by Nico Salvatore!!

Havok pops up onto one knee, watching Nico in disbelief as he slowly shakes his head. At Paul Heyman and Takashi Sugiura's behest, Havok gets to his feet and walks over to his corner, tagging Sugiura in. Sugiura continuesthe attack on Nico Salvatore while the referee has to continue trying to keep Solomon Rex out of the ring. Each time the referee has his back turned, Havok gets involved, getting in a few shots on Nico whenever he can. Eventually, Nico manages to gain a counter-offense on Sugiura and fight the man off of him so he can get a hot tag in to Solomon Rex.

Solomon Rex enters the ring and moves like a freight train, leveling Takashi Sugiura back into his corner with a lariat. Havok blind tags Sugiura, hurries into the ring and attempts to bum rush Rex but the veteran catches him with an onslaught of his own stiff strikes, rocking the big youth back into the ropes. Rex grabs Havok by the arm, Irish Whipping him into the other side of the ropes. Havok comes back, slamming into him but Rex doesn't even move. Rex points to another side of the ropes. "Go on boy! Bring yo ass!" Havok huffs and runs off of the ropes again, slamming his body into Solomon Rex as hard as he can. Solomon Rex staggers a step and bows up to Havok, looming over him by a couple of inches. Now, it's Havok's turn and the masked man points at the ropes, shouting in Solomon's face. "Oh you want me? You want this shit, boy?!" Solomon Rex runs off of the ropes and comes back, slamming his massive physique into Havok. Havok stumbles back a few steps before getting back in Rex's face and flexes his arms down, roaring aggressively. The two big man go back and forth a few times before Havok catches Solomon off guard with a knee to the midsection. He runs off the ropes, rearing his arm up for a lariat but Solomon Rex pops him up off of his feet and drives him down with a vicious Spinebuster. Havok immediately rolls out of the ring and stumbles back from the ring. Paul Heyman rushes over and starts coaching Havok, pointing to Solomon inside of the ring. Having recovered, Takashi Sugiura made his way around to Havok and Heyman, calling for his attention. It's not until he SLAPS Havok in the face to get the man to look at him. Sugiura raises a finger up, stressing his point as he coaches in Japanese and broken English. After a moment, Havok slides back into the ring and Sugiura gets up on the apron. Havok tags Sugiura in.

For the rest of the match, it maintained an exciting pace as the two teams clashed with each other in all possible mix ups. Several false finishes and failed signature attempts later, the legal men in the ring were, once again, Takashi Sugiura and Solomon Rex as the two went head to head with everything they had. Outside of the ring, Havok and Solomon Rex had resorted to brawling at ringside, in front of the announce table. Inside the ring, Nico Salvatore reversed an attempt at a vertical suplex from Sugiura and hoisted the man up onto his shoulders where he delivered a fast and extra stiff GFY!!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE ARE YOU WINNERS.....SOLOMON REX....AND NICO SALVAAAAATOOOOREEEEEE!!!!"

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

KLAZZIC
"FANTASTIC!!"

REYNOLDS
"NICO HAS DEFEATED HIS NEMESIS IN SUZUKI-GUN!!"

As I Prevail's "Bow Down" blasted through out the speakers, Solomon Rex, having subdued Havok outside the ring by running him into the steps walked right over to the ring and began digging underneath. After a moment of searching, he came back up with two steel chairs - one in each hand - and slapped them together!!

REYNOLDS
"Now what the hell is he doing?"

HANSON
"Uh-oh...."

Solomon Rex slid the chairs into the ring before getting in himself. Walking up to Nico, which whom Solomon loomed over, height and size wise, the man said something inaudibly as he gestured to Takashi Sugiura. Nico looked down at Sugiura and back up at Solomon Rex. The Urban Gladiator shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, offering Rex a fist bump. Rex bumped it, top, bottom and front before he and Nico gave daps and Nico Salvatore simply rolled out of the ring, walking up the ramp. Back inside the ring, Solomon Rex moved the two chairs together and picked Takashi Sugiura up.

"Get'cho ass up, boy!"

Rex could be heard saying as he grabbed Sugiura into a suplex setup hold ad hoisted him up vertically. Rex slowly turned and walked with the dazed Sugiura, straight up for several seconds as he came to stand over the chairs. Here, Solomon Rex turned Takashi Sugiura's front towards him and dropped him right into a Tombstone Piledriver hold, sitting out with it and DRILLING Sugiura's head onto the chairs!!

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"SITOUT TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ON THE CHAIRS!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HOLY SHIT!!!!!"

Solomon Rex popped up onto one knee then, scowling down at Takashi Sugiura before he stood up to his feet and yelled to the crowd--

"AIN'T NOBODY FUCKIN BETTER THAN ME!!!!"

Sugiura laid in the ring, not moving as the referee came to check on him. It was clear then, that something was wrong as Solomon Rex simply exited the ring and walked calmly, satisfied up the ramp as EMTs with a stretcher came running by him.

HANSON
"Oh my, guys. I think Sugiura might be hurt!"

KLAZZIC
"Unfortunate but not really surprising given the circumstance, Nick!"

HANSON
"Well, what a match that was folks! Some of the best wrestling that can be found, right here in the New Frontier, however!! Speaking of great wrestling!! Allow me to direct our cameras over to the audience here in the front row, because we've got a guest tonight who's looking to bring more great wrestling to the fans!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh yeah? Who's that?"

HANSON
"Say hello to Kym Desjardine, folks! Owner and President of the Capital City Championship Circuit! Otherwise known as C*4 Wrestling!"

KLAZZIC
"That sounds explosive!"

As the camera cuts to him in the audience, Kym Desjardine stands up, and waves to the crowd as the spotlight shines down on him.

REYNOLDS
"C*4, huh? Got a nice ring to it...."

HANSONp
"I'll say! They'll be kicking off their show in the neat future folks! Don't miss it!"

KLAZZIC
"I definitely won't!"

Winners: Nico Salvatore & Solomon Rex
Result: Pinfall
Time: 18:51

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[MATCH #3. SIX PERSON INTERGENDER TAG MATCH - HELL IN A CELL - The Renegades (Serena Frost/Julian Morrison/Tyson Law) vs The Great White North (Scott Leroux/William Mannheim/Kennedy Campbell)]



Classified's "Oh...Canada" starts playing as red and white strobe lights sweep around the stage and walkway. The curtain opens and "The Tapout King" Scott Leroux leads the way out from the Gorilla position for William Mannheim and Kennedy Campbell. Scott Leroux gives his beloved cocky look around at the crowd and nods, pointing to himself and gesturing to his two team mates. Kennedy smiles warmly to the crowd and waves before getting more energetic and trying to get them more amped up. William Mannheim, always the focused killer of the group just stands in waiting. The three fist bump one another before Scott Leroux leads the way towards the ring.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a six-person, intergender, Hell In A Cell, tag team match! Introducing first! From Canada!! "The Tapout King" Scott Leroux"..."The Mangler" William Mannheim...Kennedy Cambell...THE GREAT...WHITE...NORTH!!"

The Great White North reaches the cell. Scott Leroux touches the wall, looking up at it with a growing smirk on his face. He mouths 'yeah, we got this' before stepping in, through the door. William Mannheim and Kennedy Campbell follow, with all three getting into the ring. Scott and Kennedy take a turnbuckle while Mannheim stands in the center of the ring as the music fades and the lights return to normal....

REYNOLDS
"Well, at least Kennedy looks good but I can't stand the rest of these assholes."

KLAZZIC
"Hey, they're all fine people, Jim Reynolds!"

HANSON
"You're not gonna change the way he thinks, Matt."



The boos from the crowd swell as Hollywood Undead's "Renegade" blasts from the speakers of the arena sound system. Represented by Serena Frost, Julian Morrison and Tyson Law, The Renegades come strolling out from the curtain. Serena Frost scowls at the audience while Julian Morrison just shakes his head dismissively. Behind them, Tyson Law walks slowly, throwing up two middle fingers to them before the group approaches the ring.

ARDEN
"Their opponents!! Representing The Renegades!!!! Serena Frost...Julian Morrison...and The Shaolin Rebel, Tyson Law!!"

Serena Frost stops just feet away from the cell. Tyson Law and Julian Morrison flank her on either side, as all three look up at the intimidating structure. Julian and Tyson then enter the cell first, in front of Serena before she follows them in. The three of them enter the ring and all look towards the camera, giving the 'pull the pin' gesture before moving to their corners, waiting for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

For the start of the match, crowd saw Scott Leroux face off against Julian Morrison. Scott Leroux started off with the advantage, working Julian Morrison over in the ring with his technical grappling and submission techniques. For the first couple of minutes, Leroux maintained complete dominance over Morrison, hitting him with suplexes, takedowns and counterslams. Most of them ended up in a submission hold which Leroux held for a second before letting Julian out himself, taunting the man with that and trash talk. From the Renegade's corner, Tyson Law waved Julian over to tag him in, wanting a piece of the Tapout King. Tagging Tyson in, Julian got out of the ring and Tyson jumped right in, circling the mat with Scott. He decided to try and go for his kicks but Leroux either managed to knock them away, or catch a leg and reverse the kick into some type of a maneuver. A dragon screw leg whip, a leg caught suplex, etc.

After being worked over himself by Scott Leroux for a minute, Tyson Law scrambled over to his corner to take a breather. From one side, Serena Frost got his attention and tagged herself in, motioning him out of the ring. The crowd 'oooooooh'ed' as the female leader of the Renegades entered the ring against the Tapout King. While some might have expected the man to back up and tag out, Leroux simply raised an eyebrow and beckoned Frost to come on and bring it. The first intergender mix up happened right there as Leroux and Frost locked up. Leroux was clearly the stronger one but Frost was more nimble. More agile. More flexible. She managed to twist and bend her body out the Tapout King's holds. Each time she did, she followed up with a brutal strike to start cutting Leroux down. Still, Leroux had the experience on his side and he finally managed to catch Serena in a backdrop driver to slow her down. As Scott Leroux got back to his feet, he looked to the crowd through the walls of the cell and pointed to Kennedy Campbell in his corner. The crowd popped, wanting to see the Canuck Cutie get into the match. A pop that escalated when Leroux actually stepped over and tagged her in!!

From there, things became a little more chaotic as Kennedy Campbell faced off against Serena Frost. Campbell maintained an advantage as she kept Frost reeling from Leroux's Backdrop Driver. Campbell let out weeks, practically months of frustration against Frost as one of the members of the group that had tormented and made life hell for the Great White North. Putting her training from Scott Leroux to unload her aggression on Serena Frost, Kennedy Campbell had a clear advantage until she made the climb for the ropes where Julian Morrison ran over and SHOVED her off of the top rope!! Kennedy Campbell tumbled off, and hit the mat where Serena Frost picked her up and delivered a Snap DDT before going for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Kennedy kicked out!! And Serena Frost smirked at the Great White North as she stepped back over to her corner and tagged in Julian Morrison again. From there, the fans had to bare witness as Julian Morrison turned his aggression on Kennedy Campbell, working her over with painful holds and stiff chops in the corner. Things were looking particularly bad for the girl until she managed to evade a clothesline after an Irish Whip by grabbing onto the top rope near her corner when she ran into it. This slowed her down and Kennedy Campbell, pain on her face, threw herself over to the GWN and hot tagged William Mannheim in!! The Mangler stepped over the top rope with surprising quickness, given his size and ran right in, dropping Julian Morrison with a Big Boot. Tyson Law ran into the ring and ate a stiff right fist from Mannheim that flattened him on the mat. Julian Morrison got to his feet and came at Mannheim again. The big man gave him a right cross of his own, knocking him back. As Tyson Law climbed to his feet, William Mannheim grabbed him and set him up for a powerbomb. After lifting him up, he didn't just slam him to the mat. He threw him at Julian Morrison, knocking both men into the corner!! Immediately after, Mannheim followed up with a running splash into the corner, slamming into both men with a huge impact. As he stepped back from the pancaked Renegades, Serena Frost was the first one to introduce weapons into the match as she entered the ring with a kendo stick and SMACKED it across the big man's back!! William Mannheim reeled from the sting as he turned around and looked at Serena with a look that more said he was just annoyed. He even mouthed, "Really, bitch?" Before, from the side, Kennedy Campbell came SLAMMING into Serena Frost, bringing her down and began raining punches down on her. Scott Leroux entered the ring right behind her and ran into the fight to help William Mannheim deal with the duo of Julian Morrison and Tyson Law.

From there, the brawl that everyone wanted to see was on. Morrison and Mannheim were technically the legal participants but with the stipulation of the match including No DQ, there wasn't much the referee could do to keep them from all fighting each other. The crowd roared to life as the first true Gang Warfare style brawl flared up with both teams having members being slammed and run into the cage walls. More weapons got involved, including chairs and more kendo sticks. Serena Frost ended up going through a table that she, herself, had set up when Kennedy Campbell back body dropped her out of the ring and down onto it. It didn't quite break but Campbell finished the job by jumping up onto the turnbuckle and coming down with a Shooting Star Press, causing the table to practically explode underneath Serena Frost as they came down to the outside floor.

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

From here, Kennedy Campbell picked Serena Frost up and threw her back into the ring as the two legal members of the match. As Kennedy stood up to her feet, she found herself squaring off with Tyson Law as the man made it into the ring to confront her and come to the aid of Serena Frost. While Tyson was in the middle of taunting Kennedy, however, William Mannheim came in with a huge big boot, nearly taking his head off. From behind Kennedy, Serena was back on her feet and spun the woman around. As she went for a Spinning Backfist, however, Kennedy evaded and got behind Frost, catching her by the wrist and, all of a sudden, delivered the her Ripcord Kneestrike, square to the jaw of Serena!! Serena Frost crumbled to the mat and Kennedy immediately threw herself over her. Julian Morrison started sliding into the ring to come to Serena's aid but just outside, Scott Leroux caught him by the leg and yanked him back out to the floor and right into the Ankle Lock as the referee counted the pin!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"THAT'S IT!!!!! GREAT WHITE NORTH WINS!!!!! THE GWN HAVE WON!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HOW IN THE HELL?!"

As Pras and Old Dirty Bastard's "Ghetto Superstar" played throughout the arena, specifically for Kennedy Campbell, the woman pulled herself to her feet with the help of William Mannheim who gave the girl a hug and raised her arm up as well as his other arm. Scott Leroux released Julian Morrison's ankle, finally, and joined his team in the ring, high fiving and fist bumping Mannheim before hugging an emotional Kennedy Campbell as the music switched to their collective stable theme of "Oh...Canada" by Classified while the cell lifted up to allow everyone to leave the ring.

Winners: Great White North
Result: Pinfall - Kennedy over Serena
Time: 23:19

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An excerpt from Call of Duty’s “Damned” by Sean Murray (the first twenty two seconds, to be exact) plays as the BGM while the new, update screen for the Game Room segment appears on the screen. This time, it has all three girls heads - Kat Cage, Sammi Belmont and Mary Kennedy - bouncing along with the segment’s logo. The screen swipes away to reveal the “Special Guest” as none other than Ethan Skinner! His head, too, bounces along. Finally the Special Guest screen swipes off to the side aaaaaand….

...we’re in a loungey looking locker room with a long couch. On it sit, from left to right, Katrina Cage, Mary Kennedy, Ethan Skinner and Sammi Belmont. Katrina Cage is rocking an old Call of Duty 3 t-shirt over what looks to be her ring gear, finally revealed. The boots and shorts, anyway with tight knit fishnet leggings. The shorts are half black and half digitized red with a matching red pattern on her kick pads. Simple black hand tape wraps over her hands as she plays. As always, to go with the theme of the episode, Sammi Belmont is wearing something ridiculous but fitting with the theme of their game of choice, as every episode goes. So today...Samantha Belmont, ladies and gentlemen, is wearing her ring gear in a matching pattern to Kat’s, except with digitized magenta for the patterned parts. As she isn’t wearing a t-shirt, per say, we can see the rest of the Skill Vendorz’ uniform gear is a half black, half digitized sports bra of the same color as the rest of their outfit. We can barely tell this from Sammi however, because the goofy one of the trio is wearing a tac vest from a military surplus store and a cheap gas mask over her face.

Why is this? Because the game of choice for this episode is a 4 player match of Zombies on Call of Duty: Black Ops 2. On all four sections of the screen, zombies slowly pour in from the windows. It’s pretty obvious which player is Sammi Belmont because she’s moving around sporadically with a Remington 870 MCS shotgun in hand, blasting away.

“Oi oi oi, Kat!! Your six! Your bloody six!!” Sammi’s voice, hilariously muffled, comes from the gas mask as her character starts reloading. Another of the screens, clearly Kat’s character, whips around and takes off a zombie’s head with a FAL OSW rifle. Blood splatters Kat’s screen as she yells. “BAM, PUTA!!”

If someone were to ask Mary how she had intended on spending her eighteenth year just a few years ago, she probably would have said that she would be just finishing high school and moving on to wrestling school and crossing her fingers that she would be getting into her college of choice. Instead, here she was, about to make her pay-per-view debut in a stable, and about to get her Associate’s degree from Dawson Technical Institute. She wasn’t about to complain, though. The had exceeded her highest of expectations. Where she hadn’t gone for full-out tactical gear like Sammi had, Mary was definitely dressed for the occasion in cargo shorts and a mock tactical gear t-shirt, something not unlike the tuxedo t-shirts that lazy guys sometimes wore. The more zombies came into the room, the more intense the look on the young prodigy’s face. She moved her controller with every shot, like as if she was actually feeling the kickback from the assault rifle. “Yeah, eat it!” she exclaimed after a perfect headshot.

Trying to fit in with the girls, Ethan can be seen in wearing black Dr, Marteens with fishnets and camo shorts. Sporting no shirt, he does have a Bandolier of real civilian equivalent ammo across his chest. Black and red fingernails and his eye liner fully done up, Ethan is stabbing and shooting every zombie on his screen with a pistol and knife combo, preferring to be as “up close and personal” as possible. “Thanks for having me” he says as a zombie closes in and quickly exclaims “Mother f---- Oh no you don’t” as the zombies head explodes from a well timed attack. His face is suddenly very serious and intent on the video game he is playing. “I like being one of the girls. Gender binaries are dumb”. He picks up a mountain dew and takes a sip from his straw and puts it back down to cover the other three, even though they are likely the more advanced gamers in the room.

“Thank you for joining, mate!” Says Sammi as she buys ammo out of a spot on the wall with some of her points and reloads her shotgun. She turns back to the action to find two deaders coming right at her. “WHOA!!! SOD OFF!!!” A single, well placed shot, sends two head exploding into the air. “Fuckin’ pricks.” She runs back into the fray to keep the other three covered, as well. “Right, so! Interviewception! We’re talking about each other’s matches, yeah? So---”

“Upstairs, guys!” Kat has to cut Sammi off as more zombies from the second floor of the rundown mansion they’re in come running down to their level. Kat pops off with her Assault Rifle, butt stroking any who get too close.

“Oop! Hold up!” Sammi lobs a grenade at the foot of the other side of the stairs. A cluster of zombies run over and BOOM! Body parts go flying everywhere. One zombie, now legless, shrieks, crawling towards Sammi’s screen. “Oh stuff it, mate!” She pulls the trigger on her Remington, point blank and blows the things brains out. “Anyway! So! Mr. Skinner? Ethan? Can we call you Ethan, mate? You ever been in a Hell In A Cell before?”

“Not yet, but I can imagine what it would be like, at least in part. Imagine everything around you being used for and against you. Imagine the very metal used to cage you in as your body is sent flying against it by your competitor. Lastly imagine your opponents face as a cabbage, as you slowly and deliberately rake their face across it, causing a bloody mask to emerge, as they true them are revealed. I can’t wait till I get in my first one, to be honest.” Ethan gets another knife off a wall and jumps downstairs, hopping down the stairs like a crazed bunny on crack.
“As far as names go Ethan or Darkness works for me. Are you guys ready for it?”

“So like the possessed coroner did to his colleague in Jason Goes to Hell?” Mary’s grin turned deviant as she imagined scraping someone’s face along a cage. She slashed a few zombies with her knife before heading toward the stairs. “I know I’m ready to get in there. I want to go full crazy.”

“I am ready for my four man tag team, because it needs to happen. I feel so bad I let my dad down a few weeks ago. I plan on redeeming myself though. I have unlocked a darker side recently and fully plan on showcasing that side of me” Turning to the camera with a cocky smile “ Oh by the way Hi Jim.”

“I’m not gonna lie…” Kat said as her fingers manipulated the controller. “I looked at SBS when they hit the scene and I thought they’d be cool. They seemed like some down to Earth chicks. But then they went and pulled that crap on the Maidens--”

“Yeah! On my girlfriend, mind you!” Sammi butts in and angrily pushes a button on her "controller. Her screen lobs another grenade and takes out a single zombie. A “2X” symbol appears and she dashes over. The eerie, in-game voice hisses ”DOUBLE POINTS!”

“She wasn’t your girlfriend yet, Sam.” Kat says, buying a secondary rifle off of the wall. “But yeah, so they pulled that mess and Sam and me both knew we wanted to kick their asses. We were short handed but now we got our little Maaaaaare Baaaaaaare!” Kat says playfully, leaning into Mary with a grin. “So, yeah, we’re definitely ready for this. Mary gets to try out some new high fly moves and...well...Sammi and me get to finally debut in the company we technically signed for months ago! Not knocking Ms. Hayes, or anything. It’s just nice to finally be given something to do.”

On the screens, an ominous bell tolls and mist rises from the floors. Haunting howls fill the room the characters are in.

“Ohhhhhhhhh shnikeys, you lot, here we go! Boss wave! BRING ON DAH FOOKIN POOCHES!!” Sammi yells from under her mask and swaps her shotgun out to her second weapon - a fully automatic rifle with a grenade launcher attachment. In flashes of lightning, the four players are attacked by demonic looking hell hounds the size of small grizzly bears. Sammi immediately starts pumping out grenades.

Kat starts cursing unintelligibly in Spanish as she switched over to a Light Machine Gun and starts mowing down hounds in her path.

“You know, this would be a great time for a grenade launcher,” Mary sighed as she threw a grenade and spotted a minigun as she pulled out her own light machine gun. “Or an RPG,” she laughed as she began blasting through the hellhounds. “We’re totally failing, by the way.”


“Wait, you guys aren’t using one gun and a knife on this game?? I didn’t know you could have better weapons? What does this box do?” Ethan says looking at a box with question marks on top? Ethan accidentally spends money, money he didn’t even know he had and gets the MTAR and suddenly finds it easier with which to kill zombies. “Oh now this is great….. !!!! I can do this all day. Why didn’t anyone tell me about this before, doesn’t matter. I guess. I am the new sixty minute man, eat your heart out Mr Fleur. I closed down space mountain” he starts to cackle maniacally as he is backed into a corner and downed, due to numbers. “Woman down, woman down” he says as the horde envelopes him.

“HELP IS ON THE WAY, DEAR!!!!” Sammi belts out, ironically enough, quoting Robin Williams’ Mrs. Doubtfire as she runs over and starts blasting with a shotgun after the hounds go away.

Kat runs over and starts dishing out buttstrokes like candy to beat the zombies off so they can get Ethan back up. “See? This is how you do a tag team match! Chicks gotta stick together! Dudes, too, obviously.”

“ My eyeliner is the best eyeliner in this room, so.. I can be one of the girls too.. Heyo” as he holds up his hand for a high five as the game ends. “Anyone?”

“Makeup? Never learned how to use that stuff,” Mary shrugged before tilting her head at Ethan. “Not my thing,” she laughed, shaking her head.

He giggles and debates suggesting a makeover session and shakes his head, thinking better of it. Realising no one is gonna give him a g high five he lowers his hand to him mountain dew, veers off into getting a twizzler and biting off both ends he makes a straw and continues, leaning back along the couch. “ I have a bit of knowledge with tag team wrestling, the key is, always cut your ring in half. Keep your opponents on your side and they can’t tag out that way. One of the easiest ways to win really, find their weakest member, beat their face in, keep them where you can reach them, 1,2,3! Game over. Kicker is, they know that trick too, so be prepared.” he sips his dew with his straw with a smile.

Kat sets her controller down and picks up a big bag of cheeto puffs. “Man, we got shafted that round.” She says, crunching on a puff before offering the bag out to anyone else who wants one, setting it down so she can stand up and do her stretches. “Me and Sam killed the indy scene. We’ve never done six-chick matches before. I imagine it’s just the same. Mare Bare, you ever tag team in the indies, at all?”

Sammi stands up as Kat talks, pulling off the mask mask and lets her hair down. She swaps out the tactical vest for her gaudy looking track jacket with a bunch of lights and video game patches all over it. She finally picks up her flashy looking Lady Gaga-ish glasses and slides them on her face, Rikishi style as she gets into the zone.

“I did tag team matches, but it was all forced pairings that never went anywhere. No chemistry with those prissy little model types,” Mary stated matter-of-factly. “Like I said, this is a first for me, but it feels right.”

“Oh, totally, girl!” Kat said, stretching her legs. “I mean, we knew there was chemistry here when we first met you! And we’re with you on the prissy model chicks. Right, Sam?” Kat leaned to the side to look at Sammi.

Sammi answered with a loud belch from all of the soda she had consumed. How on Earth such a little thing like her could make such a loud sound, no one even knew. She turned to Mary, Kat and Ethan then. “Hmm? You say somethin’?”

Kat looked back at Mary and Ethan, bouncing her eyebrows as if to say ‘see what I mean?’

“ I will admit to not being a console geek, I much prefer CCG’s, they can cost more, but less you have to carry on the road, especially when you are driving yourself from show to show. Stuff like Magic the Gathering, Vampire the Eternal Struggle, Rage, a now old Werewolf card game. I guess I am just an old school geek.”

“I’ll high five on that one!” Sammi says, raising a hand up. “Kat and I play all sorts of games! Real baby O.Gs!”

“Damn straight.” Kat said, finishing her stretches. “Alright, then! Ethan. On behalf of the three of us, I wanna thank you for being on our show. We. Had. A. Blast! But now!” Kat turned towards the camera. “We need to handle some business with some stuck up, egotistical bishes! You girls ready?” She turned to Sammi and Mary then.

High fiving the girls on the way out, Ethan heads towards his locker room.

After Ethan left the room, Mary tilted her head. She opened her mouth to say something, scratched her head, then looked to each of the other girls. “Um… wasn’t this supposed to be an interview? I couldn’t even get an actual conversation going.”

As Mary said this, Kat and Sammi both stopped dead in their motions and looked at each other. They looked at Mary, then at each other again. Then back at Mary. “Yeah, wait a minute!” Kat threw her arms down in realization. “And he didn’t ask us anything about our match! We totally asked him! Right Sam?”

Sammi went wide eyed. Fuming with adorable anger. “Oh my god! He stiffed us! Bloody wanker!” Sammi grabs her entrance hat and slides it on backwards in a huff, looking at Mary. “He totally stiffed us, right?”

Mary nodded, “definitely stiffed. It’s not like he’s never done an interview before, either. Was he that distracted by the game?”

Kat brought a finger up to her chin, thinking for a moment before she looked Mary over and grinned, playfully. “Either that, or he was distracted by your lovely lady lumps!” Kat brought her hands up and playfully gyrated her hips at Mary.

“That is possible,” Mary smirked. “He did get all weird on us throwing out non-binary gender roles and all that.”

Kat looked down at herself and, hilariously, grabbed her boobs and squeezed lightly. “I don’t know about that whole non-binary bit. I’m totally accepting that I’m a chick with a decent rack!”

“Right!” Sammi chimed in. “And I’m…” She looked down at herself and may as well have just slapped her chest with her hands. “...I’m not that well endowed, but yeah!”

Mary shrugged, “neither am I. Wonder what his excuse is. He better not be an SBS fan,” she added with a sneer.

Again, Sammi and Kat got looks on their faces as if Mary’s words made a light bulb go on. “Oh, bloody hell! What if he is?! That’s gotta be it!”

Kat tightened her lips and brought up a wrapped hand, pointing to Sammi and Mary as it hit her. “The big one flirted with him a few weeks ago. Remember? March Misery!” She snapped her fingers, before something else occurred to her. “Oh no! Wait! What if they sent him here to make us look like a bunch of idiots?!”

Sammi said nothing but her jaw almost hit the floor.

“He does strike me as the type to fall for promises from a pretty girl,” Mary growled. “But really… it was rather random that he tweeted about us.”

Kat folded her arms across her chest, raising an eyebrow then. “Well. One way to find out. We go out there, we stick to the plan, and we kick the crap out of SBS. No one likes watching their crush...or crushes get their butts whupped.”

“Too right!” Sammi pumps a fist up into the air, trying to amp the other two up. “We kickin’ ass tonight or what?!”

“Definitely, you can’t shame someone for doing what they love,” Mary nodded emphatically. “We’re going to school those bitches properly.”

“Let’s do this, girls.” Kat stuck a fist out in the center.

Sammi stuck hers in, meeting Kat’s knuckles.

Once all three of them had their fists together, Kat nodded, for once, looking all business about the task ahead of them. “Press Start. Game On, girls.”

The screen slams to the closing image. This time, instead of saying Coming Soon, it displays a Press Start button. The flashing button is pressed by an invisible finger and a tone sounds, resembling the old PS1 startup noise.

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The camera immediately jumps to another section of the backstage. At the Gorilla position, a still weary looking Masami Nishikiyama and Yuka Hirata are hyping up for their second match of the night. Masami has a bag of ice wrapped against her shoulder with gauze. Her other hand holds an ice pack which she runs over Yuka Hirata's neck and traps as the Strong Style practitioner of SBS sits on a bench with her head down.

"Masami-chaaaan!! Yuuuuka-chaaaaan!!" The sweet, high energy voice of Kayako Kazama is heard before the little gothic lolita dressed member comes bouncing into frame with two bottles of water. "Kore wa anata nodesu!" She says with a smile, handing them each a bottle. Yuka takes hers and raises it with a thankful nod before cracking it open and sips. She splashes some on her face. Masami hands Yuka her ice pack so she can open her bottle and sips from it, sitting down beside Yuka, then.

Yuka grimaces as she rubs her neck after having taken not only a Downtown After Dark from Morgan Payne, but a Crescent Beam from TyAnna Jupiter in the Women's Battle Royale. She groans and curses in English, her Japanese accent coming through heavily. "...Mudda...fucking...Gangu Warrufare..."

Masami Nishikiyama gives her friend a pat on the knee. "Daijōbudesu...." Masami sips more of her water and begins unwrapping the ice pack from her shoulder as Amy Connors comes walking into the frame.

"Excuse me...Yuka, Masami and...Kayako, is it?" Amy Connors says tentatively, not wanting to get any of their names wrong.

Kayako perks up even more than she already is and bounces excitedly. "Haaaaaaaah!! Amy Konnazu-san!!! Hiiiiiii!!!" She waves at Amy with both hands, beaming happily as Yuka Hirata stands up from the bench and takes a bigger sip of water. She comes to stand next to Kayako. Masami does the same, discarding the gauze and holding the ice pack to her shoulder with her hand.

"Konnazu..." Yuka addresses Amy Connors by her last name, looking less than pleased to have an interviewer up in their face at this time. "What you want?" She stares hard at Amy Connors, effectively throwing the woman off her game. "Interview?" Yuka asks, almost silently daring Amy to affirm her suspicion so she can lash out at the woman.

"Yuka-chan." Masami says softly, lightly placing a hand over Yuka's shoulder and pats her. Yuka looks to Masami and rolls her eyes, stepping aside so Masami can take center point and handle the interview. "Hallo...Amy Konnazu-san." Masami smiles at Amy and nods reassuringly with a gentle look on her face. "You have questions, yes? You ask. I wirru answer!"

Amy Connors relaxes some and manages a smile. "Thank you so much! I just wanted to maybe get a comment or two about your upcoming match against the debuting Skillz Vendorz. As we saw last week, they officially welcomed Mary Williams -- excuse me -- now, Mary Kennedy into their team as a third member. Do you feel this was done as a direct preparation for tonight's match against you three?"

Masami smiles big and confidently as she shakes her head. "They are friends. It is quite obvious, yes? Good friends stick together! Just rike us!" She hangs an arm around Yuka's neck. Yuka, pulls Kayako in for an identical embrace, making the girl giggle as she rests her open hand on her little head. It's easy to forget that Kayako is the oldest.

Amy Connors nods, continuing with her next question. "I can see how that works, definitely. Now, earlier, you participated in the Women's Battle Royale to crown the vacant Women's Tag Team Champions -- which, may I say you and Yuka did very well. I'm sorry things didn't go as planned for the two of you. Do you think that match and it's intensity will have any affect on your team going in against the Skillz Vendorz?"

Masami smiles again, laughing softly. "You are very kind, Amy-san, for your concern. Me and Yuka-chan. We wrestered...tough battle...against eight other women. We wirru not ret dat change how SBS do things. Because this time we haaaaaave...." She smiles big, and motions with her hands to Kayako who waves at the camera with both hands and beams cutely, "Kaya-chaaaaaan! We are now...arru together. As one...we give each other strength. We give...each other...energy! Skirru Vendorz...cannot beat...Essu Bee Essu...because...." She raises her eyebrows and smiles sideways at Kayako.

The lolita dressed girl throws up one hand with two fingers beside her face, smiling and winking at the camera. "We ah! Soopah! Baddu! Bitches! Hee hee!"

Masami nods to Amy Connors then and hands her the ice pack she's been using to hold to her shoulder. Amy slowly and, kinda confused, takes it. Masami nods with a smile. "Amy-san. Arigatou!" She pats Amy on the shoulder and walks off, out of frame and towards the Gorilla Position.

Here, Yuka Hirata steps up to the camera. "Oi! Nostarugeeya Urrutura. Women's Tag Team Champions. We roose tonight...but you keep warm for us." She sneers, brushing passed Amy Connors, placing the ice pack in her hand on top of the one Masami had, still sitting in Amy's hand.

Finally, Kayako Kazama goes skipping after her but stops when she remembers something. She comes in front of the camera, waving with both hands again. "Bai baaaaaaaaiiiiiii!" She shrugs up her shoulders and giggles with a squinty little smile before running after her team. "Aaaaaaaahhh!! Watashi o mattete kudasaaaaaaiiii!!!" The shot cuts back to ringside then for the match....

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[MATCH #4. SIX WOMAN TAG TEAM MATCH - Skillz Vendorz v. Super Bitch Squad]

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

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

While she's still in the process of twirling, Yuka Hirata emerges coolly, rolling her neck before coming to the center of stage, kneeling and performing a quick Wai Kru before slamming her fists on the stage and popping up and giving a yell.

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

ARDEN
"The following contest is six-woman tag team match, scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first!! Making their way to the ring! From Japan! KAYAKO - KAZAMA...MAAASAAAAMI NIIISHIKIYAAAMA...and YUUUKA HIIIRATA!!!! THEY! ARE! THE SUUUUUPER BITCH SQUUUAAAAAAAD!!!!"

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

Once all three of them are in the ring, they meet in the middle for a pose. Masami stands tall, flexing up her arms. After performing another brief Wai Kru, Yuka scowls ahead of her with her fists raised under her chin. Kayako, meanwhile, leans back against Masami like a human wall and brings up one hand in a 'peace sign' with an adorable yet devious little smile.


A mixture of cheers and laughter comes from the crowd (the laughs mostly coming from the choice of music) as the lights take on a similar effect to SBS' as an instrumental version of the classic Mighty Morphin Power Rangers theme begins to play.

REYNOLDS
"...Are you...fucking...KIDDING ME?!"

KLAZZIC
"HAH!!! I THINK IT'S GREAT!!"

As the music builds up, the Skillz Vendorz - now debuting as a trio - Katrina Cage, Mary Kennedy and Sammi Belmont come running out onto the stage. Mary gives a wave to the audience, akin to her singles entrance but with much more energy. Katrina pumps her fist and Sammi runs out sideways with her arms spread wide and a big shocked smile on her face as if to say 'here we are, finally!' Coming to the head of the walkway, the three stand side by side with Kat in the middle and do the classic Power Rangers 'Morphin Time' motion with their hands. As they do, pyro shoots off on both sides in rhythm to where the song would have been saying "Go go Power Rangers!" But with the pyro, it's "BOOM - BOOM - BOOM BOOM - BOOM - BOOM!" Finally they start towards the ramp, running down towards the ring at top speed. They slide into the ring, simultaneously, side by side then hop to their feet and each take a corner.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, their opponents!! Maaaaaryyyyy Kenneddyyyyyyyy!!!"

The camera shows Mary Kennedy on one turnbuckle, smiling big and looking across the crowd with her hand up above her eyes.

ARDEN
"AND...making their professional debut, right here in NFW!! Sammiiiiiii Belmoooooooont!!"

On another turnbuckle, Sammi Bellmont lifts her Gaga sunglasses up onto her forehead and sweeps an arm out in front of her, pointing to the fans.

ARDEN
"And...Katriiiiinaaaaaaa Caaaaaage!!! They are...THE SKIIIIIIIIILLZ VENDOOOOOOOOORZ!!!!!!"

At another turnbuckle, Katrina Cage pumps her fist, waving with her other hand for the crowd to get louder. She pulls off her lensless Skillz Vendoz nerd glasses, points to a fan in the front row and gets out of the ring to present the glasses to their little boy. A quick camera cut shows Sammi doing the same with her customized Gaga glasses, presenting them to another child in the audience. Katrina and Sammi hug the kids before sliding back into the ring where the three Skillz Vendorz remove their entrance gear. As the music fades out, both teams stare across the ring at each other while the referee checks them over. Once that's finished, both teams huddle separately, seemingly to talk strategy. While SBS talk it over the Skillz Vendorz...play rock, paper, scissors. Mary Kennedy wins the game and high fives Kat and Sammi, being selected to start the match for her team.

~DING DING DING~

For the start of the match, fans saw round 2 of Mary Kennedy versus Kayako Kazama. To the humor of the fans, it was Mary Kennedy sticking out her hand with a wry smile. Kayako pointed to herself as if to say 'you wanna shake my hand?' with an excited look on her face. Clapping her hands, she proceeded to jump up and down excitedly before nodding to Mary and starting to extend her hand. All of a sudden, Kayako swiped her hand up out of the way and closed it into a fist with the index finger extended. Grinning big, she waved it at Mary - 'you almost got me!' - and shook her head. Mary Kennedy raised her eyebrows - 'smart girl' - and brought her hand back. Clearly, Kayako Kazama wasn't that ditsy enough to fall for her own trick. When the two circled around, apparently looking for a lockup, however Kayako attempted to catch Mary off guard by suddenly rushing forward. Mary managed to slip around her, however, and caught her in a small package, roll up.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Kayako managed to kick out!! The gothic lolita of SBS rose up onto her knees, looking at Mary with a shocked expression on her face. Like her little heart was practically broken. Mary couldn't help but have a little smirk on her face as she was giving Kayako a taste of her own medicine. Getting up to her feet, Kayako stomped her foot and stormed over to her corner like a girl throwing a tantrum and angrily slapped down at Yuka Hirata's hand, tagging her in. Watching Mary with a focused, watchful expression, Yuka entered the ring and immediately went into her stance that told of her Muay Thai background. Hands up, one foot forward, bouncing on the toes as she circled the ring with Mary. She threw a few pot shots at Mary's legs which Mary evaded by keeping a distance. Yuka even feinted forward a couple of times, making Mary think she was going to lunge for her. Mary stayed quick on her feet and showed she was ready if Yuka did come for her. Finally, Yuka and Mary did lock up and jarred for position in the center of the ring. Yuka had the strength advantage, however and managed to push Mary back into the corner. The referee rushed in to break them apart.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Yuka Hirata let up off of Mary Kennedy, raising her hands up while Mary lifted her hands off of Yuka, as well, obliging with the break before Yuka suddenly lunged forward and SLAPPED Mary across the face. The crowd boo'ed the Japanese girl as she cracked a grin, dusting her hands off and beckoning Mary to bring it on. Mary Kennedy came out of the corner, loosening up more as she circled the mat with Yuka Hirata again. They locked up again, this time with Yuka beginning to strike Mary with a barrage of Muay Thai knees as she backed her into the ropes again. When the referee attempted to count for the break, Yuka whipped Mary from the ropes and across the ring. As Yuka charged after her, however, Mary garnered a pop from the crowd, showing just how much she had improved since her last appearance in the ring and hit a Springboard Enzugiri on Yuka, stopping her in her tracks and knocking her flat onto the mat. Mary went immediately for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Yuka Hirata kicked out, shoving Mary off of her and rolled over onto her side, grabbing her jaw where Mary's foot connected. Meanwhile, Mary rose up onto her knees, catching her breath from the break in Yuka's offense she had made. This gave her time to make a tag on her own side to....

Katrina Cage got tagged in and quickly entered the ring, immediately advancing on Yuka Hirata and pulled her right into a DDT before rolling over onto her feet, still holding onto Yuka and set her arm over her neck, delivering a Snap Suplex. As Yuka sat up on reaction from the impact, Kat kipped up to her feet and ran off the ropes, finishing her combo off with a Basement Dropkick to the back. Yuka grimaced in pain, immediately rolling to her corner and reached up to tag out. Tagging in, to the 'ooooooh's' of the crowd, was Masami Nishikiyama. The powerhouse of SBS. Hopping on the balls of her feet, as she wiggled her fingers in for Katrina to come at her. The two locked up and went right to throwing furious blows at one another. Despite the muscle advantage working against her, Kat won the strike off with her forearms and elbows, leaving Masami unsteady on her feet. She finished with an Irish Whip that sent the powerful woman into the corner. Kat ran at her to keep up with her momentum but Masami dipped out of the way. Rather than run slam into the corner, Kat managed to keep herself moving and ran up the turnbuckles, hitting a Whisper In The Wind right on the money with Masami's face. Masami hit the mat and Kat popped up, yelling to the crowd.

HANSON
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!! THE SKILLZ VENDORZ -- ARE -- HERE!!"

KLAZZIC
"YES THEY ARE, NICK HANSON!!"

As the match continued, Kat kept up her offense against Masami until she went for a Superman Forearm. Here, Masami caught the girl with a block and a forearm of her own. This time, she Irish Whipped her off the ropes and came at her full speed, hitting a stiff lariat that knocked Kat Cage inside out and down to the mat. From there, she flipped the momentum around into her favor as she started hitting Kat Cage with every hard hitting strike and bone crunching driver in her arsenal. As the assault continued, Kat Cage valiantly fought back, refusing to stay down as she managed to beat Masami back until she was able to hot tag in Sammi Belmont!! The pure high flyer of the Skillz Vendorz hit the ring ike an adorable little bullet, zipping off of the ropes, around Masami as she used her speed and agility to make up for her lack of size. The little girl took to working at wearing Masami down with her arsenal of springboards, handsprings and dropkicks. Early on, into her run, she managed to hit a Pele Kick, knocking Masami off of her feet long enough to jump to her feet and give a wide eyed look to the crowd, smiling as she spun around and performed the Worm over to Masami until she was standing right over her. Hopping up to her feet, Sammi cheered to the crowd, tauntingly thrusting her pelvis (more goofy-like, not so much seductively) and hit a Standing Shooting Star Press onto Masami - a combination signature of hers that she called the Snake, Rattle N Roll!

ONE!!

TWO!!

Masami Nishikiyama kicked out, flinging Sammi Belmont right off of her. Belmont immediately popped up to her feet as Masami sat up and ran off the ropes to deliver a modified Throwback, snapping her right back down to the mat.

REYNOLDS
"WOW!!"

HANSON
"SHE'S LIKE A LITTLE BALL OF ENERGY, JIM!! I WONDER IF SHE EVER SLOWS DOWN!!"

KLAZZIC
"I HOPE SHE DOESN'T BURN HERSELF OUT!!"

She didn't really seem to slow down, it seemed, as little Sammi continued her offense against the bigger Masami. Her weakness for cockiness resulting from her apparent success worked against her when she failed to pay attention to SBS' side of the ring and when she went for springboard from the apron, Yuka Hirata ran along and delivered a pop up kick to the back of her leg and knocked her down off of the ropes. Masami, inside the ring, caught Sammi as she came down right into an Overhead Belly to Belly before moving to her corner and tagging in an anxious Kayako Kazama. The loose cannon of SBS quickly entered the ring, wanting in on the action as she ran right over to Sammi Belmont and unloaded with her wild, crazed strikes, kicking and stomping while the girl was down and raining forearms into her when she got the smallest of the Skillz Vendorz backed into a corner. It was uncalculated rage that just seemed to work in the usually adorable member of SBS' favor.

The advantage didn't last long for SBS before the Skillz Vendorz started fighting back with conviction and refusing to be made a joke of on their first night. Mary Kennedy certainly wasn't going to let her friends down as she showed more of her high flying antics against Yuka Hirata. Katrina Cage, while not very big, was the stronger of the three and managed to hold her own against Masami Nishikiyama while Sammi Belmont used Kayako Kazama's childish temper against her with her own taunting and taking little mock jabs at her to throw the gothic lolita off her game. This was a strategy seemingly put into play by the Skillz Vendorz. When a certain member of SBS entered the ring, they made sure a specific one of them was tagged in. The match came to a stunning conclusion when the referee found herself having to try and break up a three way brawl as all teams got into the ring near the end and started going at it. At first, SBS was overpowering the Skillz Vendorz but, one by one, the three gamer girls started firing back until they all seemed to work out a devised strategy to get their 'assigned' member of SBS in the proper position. The following all happened at once:

Mary Kennedy planted Yuka Hirata with her Snap DDT by the ropes before hitting a Springboard Phoenix Splash from the top rope that got the crowd on their feet for her courage to try a more high risk move. Katrina Cage grabbed Masami Nishikiyama by the legs and hit her with a Wheelbarrow Neckbreaker she had dubbed as her finisher called the 7th Heaven. From another corner, Sammi Belmont came soaring off of the top turnbuckle in a magnificent corkscrew shooting star press redubbed as Comet 2. All together, the three girls covered the members of SBS as a unit. Since technically, the legal participants were in the ring, the referee dropped down and counted.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS....SAMMI BELMONT...MARY KENNEDY...KATRINA CAGE....THE SKIIIIIIIILLZ VENDOOOOOOOOORZ!!!!!!"

The Power Rangers theme kicked up again as all three members of the Skillz Vendorz ran into the center of the ring for a group hug, jumping up and down excitedly for another win for Mary Kennedy and a great first showing for Kat and Sammi.

HANSON
"THEY'VE GONE AND DONE IT!! THE SKILLZ VENDORZ HAVE WON THEIR FIRST TAG TEAM MATCH IN NFW!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"DID YOU SEE WHAT THAT LITTLE BRAT SAMMI BELMONT DID TO SWEET LITTLE KAYAKO?!"

HANSON
"Yeah, a damn fine maneuver."

KLAZZIC
"Beautifully done!!"

REYNOLDS
"Seriously?! Look at the look on Kayako's face!!"

The camera did, indeed, show Kayako Kazama looking huffy and angry again as she stood amongst Yuka Hirata and Masami Nishikiyama while the Skillz Vendorz continued to celebrate inside the ring.

Winners: Skillz Vendorz
Result: Pinfall (triple)
Time: 17:39

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Jaxton Crowe starts saying stuff about all the souls he has claimed, how he is the toughest man in NFW, how he might even take out Morgan Pane again, just to send a message to Punisher.

Suddenly "Ka Mate" by Nagual plays and Ethan Skinner comes walking down the ramp holding two light bulbs and looking to inflict pain on the newcomer. They have an argument, Ethan pops him with both light bulbs, dropping Jaxton, and he picks up the microphone.

“So, you think you’re the baddest wrestler here huh?” Leaning over and talking into Jaxton face “Fine then, my student.”

HANSON
"Wait a minute, WHAT?!"

KLAZZIC
"DID HE JUST...?!"

REYNOLDS
"STUDENT?! WAIT!!! IS THIS THE MASTER JAXTON CROWE WAS TALKING ABOUT?! ETHAN GODDAMN SKINNER?!"

Ethan flops on his back, just like he did with Andrew Payne, and continues talking “Hit me, hit me and your ascension is complete, and you can now take my teaching and fly on your own, don’t and I end your career before it got started here.”

Jaxton stands up and plows the Tai Pei punch into Ethan’s face repeatedly, all the while Ethan is still talking on the microphone.

“Harder!!”

Punch

“Harder, you maggot!!!”

Punch

“Don’t be a little Nancy boy about it!! HARDER!!!!” he screams into the microphone. Jaxton grabs a full hand of hair and starts going to town on the man’s face.

Giving Ethan a crimson mask, he stands and heps Ethan up, and then both men hug and Ethan walks over to the ropes, standing with the left foot on the bottom rope and the right foot on the middle rope balancing himself with both arms looking right into the camera screaming, “THE ERA OF THE DMC HAS BEGUN!!!”

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[PREVIOUSLY RECORDED BEFORE THE SHOW]
The camera cut to a section in the arena, backstage, where the Monster’s Ball chambers were being kept for one of the teams. Fidgeting with a set of keys, an official was frantically trying to unlock the door to the solitary cell. Why was he so fidgety? Because Angel Kusanagi - one of two members of the Unwanted, that had been let out of their cell earlier, the other being Shelley Silver, so they could participate in the Battle Royale - was right up next to the man, imposing on him as she slapped one of her hands down on the other as she yelled in the man’s ear.

“Isoide! Isoide! Isoide!” She snapped. “Open door!”

“I’m going! I’m going!” The official said, finally finding the key and stuck it in the door. He twisted it with a metal clank and pulled the heavy door open, revealing a pitch blackness on the inside. Angel shouldered the man out of the way and hunched forward, bending at the waist with her hands on her knees.

“Kon'nichiwa? Adrianna-chaaaaaaan…. Dete kudasai….” She motioned into the shadows for someone to come into the light. Meanwhile, the official went onto unlock another door that could only be the one holding Mia Hayashi. As he did this, Angel brought a bottle of water into frame and set it at the doorway. A tattooed hand came out, fumbling with the bottle before bringing it into the dark and the person could be heard gulping the water down like sweet nectar.

Shelley was probably the polar opposite of Angel when it came to being locked up for that long. When the official came by to unlock her cell, she had been meditating. As the door swung open, she looked up with a smile. “Hello,” she said in an even tone, standing up. She hadn’t even really been paying attention to the other three girls, and she actually found herself probably the most centered that she had ever been. She calmly walked over to her tag team partner, placing a hand on her chest, “enerugī o muda ni shinaide kudasai,” she stated simply in Japanese, tilting her head.

This seemed to calm Angel down as her eyes fell to Shelley’s hand and she took it into hers, wrapping their fingers together. “Shitte iru…. Watashi wa tada mina ga daijōbudearu koto o tashikamete iru dakedesu….” Angel said in a tone that was surprisingly soft and gentle, given her usual demeanor. It was almost as if something about Shelley calmed her down. She turned back towards the dark and opened cell again, speaking calmly. “Adri-chan. You...okay?”

From inside the cell, water could be heard pouring before the plastic bottle clattered to the floor. Adrianna Salvatore, the daughter of Doomsday, stepped out of her solitary, pitch black, sound proof confinement, shaking the water from her hair and flipping it out of her face. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly as she stood before Shelley and Angel. “....Honestly? No...but it’s gonna help….” She turned towards where the last cell was being unlocked and walked over as the official opened the door. Adrianna put her hand on the door frame with the camera behind her and peeked inside. “Mia…? Baby?”

Of course, while the others each had some semblance of either calm, panic, or readyness to their reactions to all this.... then there was Mia.

"Fuck my life this is the most boring shit in recorded history!" She grumbled, stumbling out of the darkness, looking for all the world like the irritable, pissed off munchkin she was. "Seriously! This is worse than the time I tried to watch the Star Wars Holiday Special four times in a row on a drunken dare!"

“Mouse…” Adrianna rolled her tired eyes and pulled the little woman in for a tight hug. “One of these days, I hope they invent projectors that let people see what a person’s thinking. Because you…” Adrianna pulled back from the hug, cupped Mia’s face and laid a long, much needed kiss right on the lips. “...Are fucking weird.” She ended with an arm around Mia’s neck and shoulders, walking her back over to Shelley and Angel. As they all came together, Adrianna looked off screen and rolled her eyes. “Fuck’s sake…” She muttered just as Josh Davidson stepped into frame with a microphone. “Good evening, ladies. I hope I’m not bothering you. I just wanted to see about maybe getting a word or two about your thoughts on tonight’s Monster’s Ball Deathmatch against Sex & Violence, and everything it involves. Now you ladies just spent over twelve hours in solitary confinement. No food. No water. No real sense of rest. It was pitch dark and sound proof. What was that like?” He held out the mic for whoever wanted to answer. Adrianna shook her head, refusing to be the one to humor the man.

“I didn’t even notice,” Shelley shrugged, casually moving further away from Josh and the camera, going to check on her friends.

“Lemme tell ya what it’s like.” Mia interrupted, still looking mildly annoyed. “You can only sit in the dark planning your enemy’s defeat for so damn long before you get bored and rub one out. And then another. And then another. And eventually? Your fingers are tired and waterlogged, you’re STILL bored, and end up singing songs from The Greatest fucking Showman for the next two hours just to avoid losing your everloving mind. AND THEN YOU STILL HAVE HOURS LEFT.”

Before Mia could get another word out, Adrianna stepped in and put a hand over her mouth to silence her. The look on her face, alone, asked Josh to excuse her for her...outburst. “You wanna know what it’s like, Josh? Get in there yourself and see for yourself. Otherwise, get to the real point of being here.”

Josh Davidson straightened and nodded, nervously. “Ahem.” He cleared his throat. “Alright, then. Sorry. Umm...so tonight you face the team of Sex & Violence, of course, lead by Lara Blackheart. What is it you hope to accomplish tonight?”

Adrianna just stared at the man as if he’d asked her if the world was flat. She wanted to hit the man. Or throttle him. Josh saw this.

“I mean, aside from the obvious in winning tonight. Is there a message you hope to---” Josh began to say before Adrianna cut him off.

“Yeah, there is!” She nearly snapped and looked, with tired eyes, into the camera lens - hilariously, still holding a hand over Mia’s mouth. “Lara. You--” She realized she still had her girlfriend in an awkward position and let her go before turning back to the camera. “Lara. You’re either watching this or you’re not. Maybe you’re still locked up, but just in case you’re out, like us? I want you to know. Everything you’ve done? Everything! Up to this moment. It’s gonna come back to bite you in the ass. And after we’re done, your little friends are gonna see what a mistake they made in putting their careers in your hands. My message tonight…OUR message...is that your fun is over….” She stepped back from the camera, shooting Josh a look.

The man nodded his thanks, swallowing nervously before turning to Shelley Silver. “Shelley? If you don’t mind, I’ve got a question specifically for you. As everyone knows, this is not your last match tonight. You’ve still got a Hell In A Cell match against one Clarence Fletcher Townsend, tonight, and it’s for your Silver Mountain Championship. Given the caliber of this match you’re about to go into, how do you think you’ll be affected when you return to the ring to defend your title?”

Upon listening to the frankly absurd words dribbling out of Josh Davidson’s mouth, Shelley blinked, tilting her head. “Who?” she shook her head. “Obviously, I only have one thing on my mind right now and it’s the skank, Chyna 2.0 and that butter face… what the fuck’s her name?” She said sarcastically, intentionally forgetting Lara in order to not give her the power by addressing her.

“Ah!” Angel perked up like a gameshow contestant excited to know an answer. “Futura...Sorry…” She nodded to Shelley as Adrianna actually cracked a grin beside the other tattooed woman of the group. She knew the mispronunciation of Futura Soli’s name was because of Angel’s accent and the difficulty of pronouncing the ‘L’, but damned if it wasn’t funny and ironic as hell.

“Yes, her,” Shelley chuckled. “Thanks, babe.” She ran her tongue along her top lip, “it’s not about winning or losing against these bitches tonight, Josh.” She shook her head, grinning, “it’s about the kill. Everything else…” she smirked, shrugging, “is just a formality.”

Mia took a deep breath, making herself get serious for a moment. “Look. Lara? If you’re hearing this… I’m sorry. So is Adrianna. For the comments we made. But you KNOW this. You told us everything was ok. That all was forgiven. If it wasn’t, you should’ve told us, so we could make things right. I know you miss your dad, sweetie. We both do. But whatever the hell you’re going through, you’re gonna either get through it, or we’re gonna have to beat you down until you have no choice but to listen to us. I still care about, Lar. In spite of everything. I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t. But this has to end. I don’t know what Penelope, TyAnna, and Futura see when they look at you… that they so easily support and follow you while you have this breakdown, or whatever the hell it is. But I have no problem wiping out each one of them one by one if that’s what it takes to get you alone and smack some goddamn sense into you. Oh, and Shellz? Love ya doll… but even I gotta say Futura’s fine as hell.”

Adrianna gave Mia a playful little shake with the arm she had over the back of the girl’s neck. “Well said, babe.” She looked at the camera again. “Mouse is right, Lara. I am sorry. I’m pissed...but I’m sorry. But you need a wakeup call. That’s what we’re here to do. Open your eyes. See where you went wrong and it can all be fixed. Now for the rest of you?” Adrianna shook her head and an almost disturbing, nonchalant look of came over her face. “I couldn’t care less about what happens to you than I already do. That’s why we’re having this match. If we have our way about it? The three of you behind Lara end up done and over with, tonight….” She turned to look at Angel then. “Bonkers?” She nodded towards the camera. “Wanna say anything?”

Angel Kusanagi stepped up in front of the other three women. Due to her short height, it wasn’t exactly like she obscured any of them. Over the course of the interview she had been psyching herself up for the match. By now, she was huffing and fuming with anger and energy. “Fucking KILL!!!!!” Angel suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs and stormed off in the direction of the Gorilla Position, expecting the others to follow her. “IKUTSU KA NO CHI O KAKUSOU!!!!!!” She could be heard yelling, off camera. Her voice gradually growing distant.

Adrianna looked to Mia and Shelley with a puzzled expression and slowly grinned, chuckling. “And I thought I was ready for this shit….”

“But this is Angel we’re talking about, A,” Shelley smirked. “Quite frankly, I want them all to bleed, as well.”

Mia looked at her partners. Her teammates. Her family. She knew she’d made mistakes. Some of them ones she’d never totally forgive herself for. But she was with her people now. And tonight… they were going into battle as one. As a tightknit, cohesive unit, brought together by individual sorrows and faults. “They’ll bleed, ladies.” Mia said, a rare tone of melancholy in her voice. “We need to get this over with. And get our girl back.”

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The camera opens up in a clearing in the woods. The sky is full of stars and there’s a full moon shining overhead. In the middle of the clearing there are five lit candles, red, blue, green, yellow, and in the center, a white candle. Inside of the circle there’s a young woman with long, blonde hair, dancing and chanting something that can’t quite be made out right now. As the camera focuses on the blonde, a red head with tattoos pops out and stands right in front of the camera and turns it away a little so the circle is out of sight.

Redhead: "The candle ritual is sacred to pagans, it is their way of communing with nature and the gods and goddesses of this planet. This is where they pray, meditate, and even cast a spell or two. Most of the time it’s really quite harmless and nothing anybody needs to worry about. My friend here is out here most every night. She has The Castle and the forest as the perfect backdrop of beauty and power."

The redhead grabs the camera and moves it around a little bit and once she does, the circle is in perfect view again and in the background, you can see a large house that stands tall amongst the trees. The blonde continued her dance and chanting as the redhead kept most of the focus on her.

Redhead: "See, people are quick to judge things that they don’t understand, people judged my dancing friend there for years just because of the way she acted and some of the things she believes in. But now, she’s respected, unjudged, and free to express herself in whatever way she wants. She lives in that castle behind us, she has power now. Hell, I have power now. We are Fire and Ice, and we are coming to NFW to take over the tag team division and bring the gold home to The Kingdom where it belongs."

The blonde now finishes up her ritual and steps out from between the circle and stands next to the redhead and puts an arm around her.

Blonde: "That’s right, Fire. You have the strength of the flame burning deep within you. You have a passion and a will to harm all who cross our path like someone walking through the flame."

Fire: "And you, Ice, you are strong and swift like water, and a calm, frozen demeanor like ice when we find ourselves in a fight. And soon, NFW will know what it feels like to step into the ring with the next hottest tag team in wrestling when we climb to the top of the mountain here and claim those tag team titles."

Ice nods her head before walking over to the candles and one by one, moving around the circle extinguishing them before moving towards the center and the camera zooms in on the white candle with the flame dancing in the soft breeze surrounding them.

Ice: "And soon, the spirit of the Tag Team Division will flow through us."

As the camera remains focused on the white candle during those final words, once they are finished being spoken, the flame goes out and the camera is left in darkness as you can hear the two women slowly begin walking off.

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[MATCH #5. FOUR ON FOUR MONSTER'S BALL DEATH MATCH - The Unwanted (Adrianna Salvatore/Mia Hayashi/Shelley Silver/Angel Kusanagi) vs Sex & Violence (Lara Blackheart/Penelope Cassidy/Nostalgia Ultra)]
The camera returned to ringside where now, all of a sudden, excess weapons have been brought out and set up around the ring. There's trash cans with chairs, kendo sticks and light tubes stuffed inside. There's tables laid out. There's light tubes connected together, set off to the side but easily accessible. There's barbwire tables separate from the regular tables. It's the perfect setting for a death match.

HANSON
"Well, here we are folks.... It's time...."

KLAZZIC
"I really don't like this, Nick. This isn't what wrestling is all about."

HANSON
"This isn't about wrestling. This is about settling a score, Matt."

REYNOLDS
"Have some balls, Matt. They do these matches all the time over in Japan, don't they?"

KLAZZIC
"Not in the bigger promotions, they don't! Not anymore!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, tough shit. We're having one. And you know what? Here come the girls!"



Otep’s cover of “Royals” began it’s dark, opening drum beat, signalling the entrance of Sex & Violence. After having been separated and isolated all day, the four members were finally back together, and standing side by side at the top of the ramp. Taking center stage, Lara Blackheart, in spite of her diminutive stature (she was easily the tiniest of the four), stood out like a bright, shining star. Wearing tight, torn-up jeans and a faded Motley Crue “Dr. Feelgood” tee tied off at the midriff (hey, this was a fight. And Lara was dressing for a fight, not a match), and clutching a kendo stick, she held the stick aloft as the song hit it’s chorus.

Futura wearing her regular ring gear stands intimidatingly behind her partner, both of them holding the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championships. TyAnna Jupiter is wearing jeans under her boots and kneepads with a sleeveless black “Nostalgia, Ultra” t-shirt.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Tag Team Monster's Ball Death match!! Introducing first...lead by the NFW Women's Champion Lara Blackheart...she is joined by...Penelope Cassidy...TyAnna Jupiter...and Futura Soli. Please welcome...SEX...AND...VIOLEEEEEEEEEEENCE!!!!!!"

As the four finally made their way down the ramp, and into the ring, Lara of course took the microphone first, the sneer on her face as far from the typical “no fucks given” smirk she usually had as possible. Before saying a word, she dug into the pocket of her jeans, to pull out a piece of paper. Bringing it to eye level, she began to read from it, slowly, and with utter hate in her voice.

“He was washed up and irrelevant by the time he carked it, and if he was still alive? Nobody would give two shits about you. Do those words sound familiar, Hayashi? Because they were spoken by YOU. The person who claims my father meant so much to her. And you said them in the most mocking, sick, spiteful tone I have ever heard. But wait… there’s more.”

She cleared her throat, and began reading again.

“The only thing any of you rats will be able to do...is sit and watch...as another Blackheart crashes...and burns. THOSE words were spoken by your beloved Adrianna Salvatore. What a hero she is, hm? Mocking the plane crash that took my father’s life. Think about those two quotes. Think about the malice, the mocking, and the delight in their voices as they said them. And a goddamn “I’m sorry” is supposed to make that right? You bitches deserve the same fate Abaddon got. He had his fucking career ended. He was damn-near crippled for life. And yet you two pieces of shit got off with a couple of small ass-beatings and a slap on the wrist, before suddenly becoming the darlings of all these moronic, shitbag rednecks in the crowd. I warned you. I warned you ALL, when I brought the Dominion back, that I wouldn’t stop until everyone who disrespected my father was destroyed. Belphegor? Grey? Wolfe? They were smart enough to never open their mouths about him. But you two had to run your goddamn mouths. So fuck you. Both of you. I’ll see you both broken, bloody, and crippled by the time I’m done.”

She laughed, bitterly, and crumpled the paper up, tossing it out of the ring.

“And Shelley. Shelley Silver. Who told me she loved me. Who told me she was breaking off her engagement to be with me. Who then proceeded to toy with my heart for weeks and weeks and weeks, only to recently reveal that she was still engaged and still wearing his fucking ring. I hate you, Shelley. I spit on your very name, and tonight, I’m gonna laugh as the woman who TRULY loves me…” She gave Penelope a rough little tug of the hair, “beats the SHIT out of you. So there you go, morons...” She said, addressing the crowd once more. “Those are your heroes. Two callous bitches with no regard for anyone but themselves, and a lying, manipulative jackass who thinks she’s above every one of us. You deserve them, you bastards. And they certainly deserve you.”

Lara handed the mic to Penelope, still sneering into the camera.

"You see, you people may not take me seriously but i have no fear in tearing your hearts right out of your chest and eat it in front of you." Penelope giggles, "Lara is not happy with me at the moment but when i destroy you girls, she will forgive me. She’ll forgive Penny. I cant wait! Can’t wait!"

Penelope giggles and tugs at her own hair violently.

TyAnna takes the microphone.

“Everywhere I go I make a statement. Everywhere I go I become champion!”

Futura and her raise their titles up next to each other and hold them their for a few moments.

“I am the most dominant figure ever seen in this industry and to this day I fight for love! I gave my girlfriend the opportunity to show the world that she every bit as good as me and now we are an unstoppable force! I fight to protect beauty and when I look in that ring- or even look at this crowd of parasites who cheer for the trash in that ring! I feel disgusted… Since I’ve been in this world of wrestling I’ve been taken advantage of. I’ve been lied to. People have propped me up only for their own agendas and to help themselves, but not Lara.

Lara Blackheart has been honest and open with every single one of her intentions with Futura and I. She has earned our respect and if she needs our help to take out a group of her enemies then we are happy to oblige.”

TyAnna hands off the mic to Futura.

“I’m going to be quite honest. I don’t care who any of you are. I don’t care what the personal vendettas are. But what I know is that I’ve already knocked a few of you out, and I really want to change that so I can say that I’ve knocked the fuck out of every bitch in that ring. While all of you grab your weapons and foreign objects to try to keep me down, all I need is Pink Matter! So enjoy these next few moments because they’ll be the last you remember before you’re waking up to a doctor putting your face back together.”



As soon as Sex & Violence is finished speaking, New Years Day's "Anthem of the Unwanted rips through the arena. The crowd's boos immediately turn into pops. The curtain is thrown open and The Unwanted's female members come STORMING through! They're not wearing their gear either. They, too, are dressed appropriately for what's more so going to be a bloody street fight than a wrestling match. Adrianna Salvatore has black fatigue pants, tucked into combat boots, black hand tape and a black, cut-off Porcelain and the Tramps t-shirt. Her hair, usually left to hang freely, is tied up into a bun behind her head. Her eyes burn with hatred as she storms right passed the threshold on the stage to the walkway and keeps moving. Right behind her are Angel, Kusanagi, Mia Hayashi and Shelley Silver. Angel's wearing a similar outfit she wore for her last singles match againts Serena Frost. Tight blue jeans, knee pads, boots, a black sports bra and similar handwraps and elbow pads to Adrianna.

As the four women storm towards the ring, Adrianna throws a middle finger to Sex & Violence and yells "fuck you and your ego, bitch!" to Lara Blackheart, before motioning for them to bring it to them. Sex & Violence answers with Lara Blackheart huffing angrily and leads the way out of the ring. Together, Sex & Violence go RUNNING up the walkway. The Unwanted pick up into a charge and the two teams of four literally collide like a traffic crash. The crowd pops loudly. The brawl is on!!

~DING DING DING~

The brawl continued as the match was officially started before anyone even made it inside the ring. Mia Hayashi and Adrianna Salvatore both went right for Lara Blackheart. Penelope Cassidy went in to assist Lara but was targeted by Shelley Silver and the two began brawling away from the group as Shelley forced Penelope back. Angel Kusanagi went for Futura Soli while TyAnna Jupiter pulled Mia Hayashi away from Lara and the two, four-women teams were effectively paired off to take each other on. To be able to even call it a wrestling match was a little far fetched as, just as the audience was expecting, it was not unlike a street fight inside a contained arena. Shelley and Penelope fought back towards one side of the ring while Angel and Futura fought around towards the other side. Adrianna and Lara continued brawling on the ramp while TyAnna and Mia started fighting alongside the ramp, back towards the stage and crowd area.

HANSON
"THIS MATCH HAS BARELY STARTED AND IT'S ALREADY GOTTEN INSANE!! SEX & VIOLENCE AND THE UNWANTED ARE FIGHTING ALL OVER THE TUCSON ARENA!!!"

REYNOLDS
"SOMEBODY GET ADRIANNA SALVATORE OFF OF LARA!! YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO YOUR WOMEN'S CHAMPION!!"

HANSON
"Ohh uhhhhh, Jim? No Disqualification. Salvatore can do whatever she damn well wants to the women's champion. I don't think anybody in The Unwanted considers the champ to be their champion at all."

REYNOLDS
"FUCK YOU, NICKY!! THAT'S ABSURD!!"

As the four pairs of brawls continued, things started heating up as the collective unit of Crazy Hot within The Unwanted stayed by the ring with Penelope Cassidy and Futura Soli. Futura and Angel made it into the ring where the latter managed to get the former down into a corner. From there, she moved to one of the two corners that had metal trash bins, stuffed with goods. To the pop of the crowd, Angel dragged it to the center of the ring and picked it up, dumping the contents out onto the mat. A couple of kendo sticks, metal sheets, a barbwire bat and a what even looked like a metal bedpan. Angel looked down at the contents that poured out and tossed the trash bin aside, reaching down to pick up....the barbwire baseball bat! When she came up with the bat in her hand, the crowd cheered at the deranged smile the Japanese woman had on her face. Licking her bottom lip as she stared, wide eyed at the bat, she nodded, holding it up for the crowd to see.

"TANOSHIMOOOUUUUUU!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Why is she screaming about Hiroshi Tanahashi? He doesn't even work here!"

HANSON[
"That's not what she said, Jim! Matt? You know a little Japanese, right?!"

KLAZZIC
"Somewhat and it ain't good!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, what'd she say then?!"

KLAZZIC
"I believe she said something along the lines of 'let's have some fun!'"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT KINDA FUN IS SHE GONNA HAVE WITH FUTURA SOLI AND A BAT WRAPPED IN BARBWIRE?!"

The audience and commentators wondered this as Angel Kusanagi turned around to confront her direct opponent in the match, grinning maliciously. As soon as she did, however, Futura Soli - back on her feet - lunged forward with one of the baking sheets from the bin and SMACKED it right over Angel's head, so hard it put a dent right in the center, almost bending it in half!! Angel staggered back, dropping the bat and Futura picked it right up, beginning to ram it into her midsection before striking her across the back with it. Angel reeled from the barbwire digging into her back. Futura finally rammed the end right into Angel's face before tossing the bat aside and went to work, returning the punishment Angel had put on her. Outside the ring, Shelley Silver continued working over Penelope Cassidy, laying her out across the Spanish announce table. When she turned to see her tag team partner getting overwhelmed, she turned to give Penelope a final stiff elbow to the chest across the table before sliding into the ring to go after Futura. For the next minute or so it turned into a two on one with Shelley and Angel against Futura until Penelope, having recovered from the onslaught by Shelley Silver, came into the ring with a kendo stick and nailed Shelley in the ribs as she came off of the ropes for a divin elbow. She then managed to catch Angel in the ribs as well before bringing the stick down across the platinum blonde's bleeding back with two sickening CRACKS!!

HANSON
"And we're starting to see the effects of this match wear on the participants already!! Angel's already bloodied! That barbwire bat shot from Futura Soli early has opened her skin right up!"

KLAZZIC
"I don't imagine those cane shots feel too good, either, Nicky!"

HANSON
"Me neither, Matt! And now Soli and Cassidy are gonna work as a team over Crazy Hot! Meanwhile, things are even more chaotic away from the ring! Look what's going on over here!"

The screen split here to focus on the two angles away from the ring. On the left side of the screen, Mia Hayashi had managed to get TyAnna Jupiter down and was literally hitting her with and throwing everything she could get her hands on at her. Mia mixed this in with vicious kicks and downward forearms, taking out her full rage from being sidelined for a month by these very women. On the right side of the screen, Lara Blackheart had managed to flip things around in her favor and was working Adrianna Salvatore over with the lid to a trash bin. It was already dented beyond belief but Lara continued to hit Adrianna across the back and over the head with it, cursing profusely at her!!

"Bitch!!! I'm the the goddamn Queen of this company!!! This is MY fucking castle!!"

With a final smack from the trash can lid, Adrianna went down and Lara threw the lid down. She gave a quick look around for something before she laid her eyes on something and nodded. The crowd yelled for Adrianna to get up as Lara staggered over, shaking the exhaustion from confinement out of her eyes and grabbed a table.

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh champ's got something in mind!"

"Back the fuck up!!" Lara yelled to the audience leaning over the security barrier so she could set the table up, laying it angled-wise against the barrier. As soon as she turned around, however, Adrianna was back up and right in her face, grabbing her head and throwing forearms into her jaw, angrily and almost desperately as she fought to regain her dominance in the match. Lara fought back, also, however, catching her with a perfectly legal rake to the eyes. and rammed her head into the table. Adrianna slumped against it and Lara put a distance between herself and Adrianna, setting up for something big. She held out her hands, 'measuring' Adrianna against the table with a wicked smirk before flipping her hands around into two middle fingers.

"Doctor's in, bitch!"

Running forward, Lara Blackheart picked up full speed as she came at Adrianna Salvatore. At the last possible second, however, as Lara dove forward for a Crossbody, Adrianna managed to move out of the way, sending Lara against the table with a smack. Lara turned over, grimacing as Adrianna staggered several feet away as fast as she could. Running at Lara, herself now, Adrianna charged forward with a look of pure hatred in her eyes. She dove forward, going for the MOAB Launch. However, Lara Blackheart managed to throw herself out of the way, causing Adrianna Salvatore to put herself head first right through the table and crashing against the guard rail!!

HANSON
"OH - MY - GOD!!! AND SALVATORE MISSES HER MARK!!"

REYNOLDS
"LIGHTS OUT FOR HER!!"

KLAZZIC
"Maybe so, but Lara can't pin her out there! Pinfalls still gotta happen in the ring! Salvatore is out, though! Now where's Lara going?!"

The camera followed Lara for a second before that side of the screen cut away and returned to Mia and TyAnna's part of the brawl. Seconds later, as Mia Hayashi continued showing that size didn't matter against TyAnna, Lara re-appeared on screen with a blindside forearm to the side of Mia Hayashi's head, knocking her away from TyAnna. She helped TyAnna up to her feet before grabbing a chair and hitting Mia across the back with it. She tossed it to the floor and fist bumped TyAnna before thumbing down to Mia and saying "take out the trash, Ty!" TyAnna grinned coldly as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder, rubbing the back of her neck as she advanced on Mia Hayashi. Lara Blackheart, meanwhile, began making her way towards the ring where the rest of the fighting was going down.

HANSON
"Lara Blackheart is turning things around for her team! The self-proclaimed Queen of NFW is conquering what she sees as her rightful territory!"

REYNOLDs
"She is the Queen and this is her territory! Her Kingdom! Her Queendom, Nicky!"

KLAZZIC
"Jim Reynolds you are so...what's the word kids use these days?"

REYNOLDS
"On fleek?"

KLAZZIC
"No, not that one...."

HANSON
"Whipped?"

KLAZZIC
"Thank you, Nick!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey! Fuck the both of you!"

This time, Lara went right for Shelley Silver, helping to get her back off of Futura Soli, now, as Crazy Hot had started mounting a comeback. Lara whipped Shelley into the ropes but before Shelley could rebound off of them, she caught them and stopped herself, sliding out of the ring and shaking her head at Lara. Lara and Futura stood, watching Shelley as the Silver Mountain Champion literally waved a hand at Lara dismissively, obviously wanting nothing to do with her. It wasn't fear. It was more just...dismissiveness. Meanwhile, Penelope Cassidy and Angel Kusanagi had paired off to take their fight out into the crowd itself. Outside the ring, Shelley nodded up at Futura with her chin and motioned for her to come get some, not even acknowledging Lara. Looking flustered, Lara stormed over to the front of the ring and slid out to get right in Shelley's face, shoving her and demanding that she fight her. Shelley refused to lift a finger and simply brushed passed Lara, beckoning Futura over, wanting to continue. Lara grabbed Shelley, spinning her back around and SLAPPED her across the face, FUMING!! Shelley's head snapped to the side as the crowd reacted. Shelley flexed her jaw and lifted her eyebrows up at the crowd. Good hit. Other than that, she ignored Lara, starting to turn back around when Futura Soli suddenly came flying over the ropes with a Fosbury Flop, crashing right down onto Shelley Silver!! Lara immediately stepped in and started stomping on the downed Shelley as Futura got to her feet and went for another of the trash bins filled with 'goodies.' She pulled out a pair of kendo sticks, tossing one to Lara and the two began to beat Shelley mercilessly with them.

HANSON
"Shelley Silver completely blew off Lara Blackheart! But Blackheart kept her distracted enough for Futura Soli to get a surprise attack in!"

REYNOLDS
"What, does she think she's better than the Women's Champion?! She doesn't have to fight her?!"

KLAZZIC
"She IS better, Jim! Any class Lara Blackheart had went out the gosh darn window when she sided with these three!"

Lara continued attacking Shelley while Futura dropped her kendo stick and moved over to the ring where she pulled out another table and set it up against the ring, propping it diagonally against the apron. Here, Lara turned away from Shelley while Futura set up the table and turned to the front row of the audience. As she walked over to a specific area, not far from where Shelley laid, a cruel smile crept across her face as she rested the kendo stick over her shoulder. The crowd began to 'ooh' and jeer as Lara sauntered right up to...right where Ace King was sitting. Smiling smugly, she gave the man a little wave as Ace rolled his eyes and stood up out of his seat, ready to take whatever she had to dish out. Not all of it was caught on the microphone for the camera but Lara could be seen snapping and leaning forward to get in Ace's face.

HANSON
"Hey, now. Lara better watch it. That's Shelley's fiance, folks. He is a competitor but he is not signed with NFW. The Women's Champ better watch how she handles this!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, he's in her Queendom, Nicky! She's letting him know who runs things around here!"

It certainly seemed that way as the camera got close enough just in time to pick up the words "--backstabbing fucking whore!" from Lara Blackheart before he open hand SLAPPED Ace King across the face!! The EWC United States Champion's head turned to the side as he reached up and rubbed his cheek with an amused smirk, on his face. Clearly, he was unphased and might have even expected this. It didn't shock him in the slightest.

HANSON
"WHOA!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HO-HOOOOO MAN!!! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"NOW SHE CAN'T DO THAT?! HE COULD FILE A LAWSUIT!!!"

Stepping back from the barrier as the crowd boo'ed her, Lara opeend out her arms, still holding the kendo stick as if to ask Ace King 'whatcha gonna do big man?' The only thing Ace King did was pick up his beer and wink at her as he brought his cup up for a sip. Lara didn't see it, but Ace did as Futura Soli turned around to go pick up Shelley Silver, Adrianna Salvatore - recovered from her previous scrap with Lara - came running from alongside the ramp and PLOWED into Futura with the MOAB Launch, sending herself AND Futura Soli right through the propped up table!!!!!

HANSON
"AND HERE'S ADRIANNA SALVATORE BACK IN THE MIX!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT TABLE JUST EXPLODED, NICKY!!"

KLAZZIC
"I HOPE BOTH OF THOSE WOMEN ARE OKAY!!!! THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH!!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!!"

Meanwhile, TyAnna Jupiter and Mia Hayashi returned to ringside as TyAnna continued her assault on Mia, throwing stiff and heavy blows at her to keep the smaller girl disoriented. As they reached the ring again, Mia Hayashi stumbled into the ring post, turning around to lean on it with an exhausted, dazed look on her face. TyAnna measured up and charged forward. The crowd gasped as she went for the Crescent Beam, aimed at Mia's head against the ringpost. Mia stumbled out of the way, though, partially playing possum and TyAnna's foot slammed flat against the ringpost before sliding passed it and getting hung up on the corner of the apron. TyAnna winced from the impact of hitting a moreorless immovable object. The crowd popped then, as Mia Hayashi came away from the security barrier and Superkicked TyAnna Jupiter right in the side of the knee of the leg on the apron!! TyAnna crumpled to the floor, going down to her untouched knee as she grabbed the one Mia kicked. Mia quickly followed up with a Shining Wizard right to the side of the head, knocking TyAnna down. Across the arena, Penelope Cassidy whipped Angel Kusanagi back over the barrier and to ringside, staying on her with a vicous, wild assault. Hurrying back over to the scene of chaos, Lara Blackheart went to pull Adrianna Salvatore to her feet. She got her to her knees, before Mia Hayashi came in with the kendo stick Futura Soli had thrown down and SMACKED it right across Lara's back. When Lara turned around, Mia went for a cane shot right to the head. The cane SPLIT along the length as it landed right on the money!!

HANSON
"OHHH!! THAT CANE JUST SPLIT OVER LARA BLACKHEART'S HEAD!!!!!"

"YOU LEAVE HER ALONE!!!" Penelope Cassidy was heard shouting as she dismissed Angel Kusanagi and ran in to come to Lara's aid, throwing shots at Mia Hayashi. Shrieking wildly and violently attacking Mia. She whipped Mia into the steps, knocking them loose with a loud BANG, grabbing her hair in unhinged, frustration as she sneered down at the woman. As soon as she turned back to check on Lara, however, Adrianna Salvatore threw herself forward, landing a brutal Superkick. Both Penelope and Adrianna fell to the floor in exhaustion. She managed to look up, calling out to Mia who nodded through a grimace that she was okay and threw a lazy thumbs up. Futura Soli pulled herself to her feet by the apron and picked up a chair from the floor. On the other side of the ring, by Mia, Angel Kusanagi had recovered and came around with that barbwire bat again. Wiping the sweat and hair out of her face as she saw Futura, she pointed the bat at her, lowering her head but keeping her wild eyes on the woman as hair fell into her face again, giving her a crazed look. Her and Futura stumbled towards one another, knocking chair and bat against one another in a fight for dominance.

HANSON
"This is like a medeival times battle, Jim! And look at the blood running down Angel's back still!"

REYNOLDS
"She's so goddamn crazy, she doesn't even seem phased by it!"

KLAZZIC
"Oh, I think I'm gonna be sick...."

The dueling continued until Angel managed to bat the chair aside and took a downward swing right at Futura, nailing her right in the face!! The crowd reacted with alarm as Futura went down, clutching at her face where the bat struck. A quick closeup revealed that she had, indeed, been busted open. Blood ran down her face. Angel stepped over to Lara, raising the bat up for a shot but got distracted when Penelope Cassidy grabbed onto her foot to hold her in place. Angel Kusanagi pulled at her foot, trying to break free from Penelope's grasp. She turned to aim the bat at her, however ended up turning right into a CRESCENT BEAM OUT OF NOWHERE BY TYANNA JUPITER!!!! Angel Kusanagi and the bat fell to the ramp.

REYNOLDS
"OHHHHHH MAN!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"MY GOD!!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT?!"

HANSON
"A CRESCENT BEAM FROM TYANNA JUPITER AND, ONCE AGAIN, EVERYONE IS LAID OUT IN FRONT OF THE RAMP!!"

As the match continued, the fighting split off on all sides of the ring. More 'goodies' began to come into play as trash cans were emptied and weapons were pulled out from under the ring. It would be noted that, the entire time, Shelley Silver continued to blatantly ignore Lara Blackheart. Even when Lara Blackheart attacked her directly, the most Shelley Silver did was keep her guard up until she was able to literally shove Lara away and move on to one of the other members of Sex & Violence. As time went on, things got more and more violent with the more brutal weapons coming into play. Light tubes got involved when Penelope Cassidy held two together and busted them into dust over Angel Kusanagi's head, opening her up some more. Moments later, into the match, Adrianna Salvatore had TyAnna Jupiter set up for the Ground Zero but just as she started to lift the woman off of her feet, Futura Soli came in from behind and SHATTERED another light tube across her back. Adrianna released TyAnna, nearly going to her knees from the shot. TyAnna kept her up on her feet, reversing the Ground Zero hold into a Fisherman Suplex!

REYNOLDS
"YEEEEAAAAAAH SEX & VIOLENCE IS WHUPPIN ASS AND LOOKIN' SEXY DOING IT!!!"

As TyAnna Jupiter continued to work over Adrianna Salvatore, Angel Kusanagi and Lara Blackheart had paired off for a vicous brawl in front of the announce table while Penelope Cassidy and Shelley Silver paired off again in front of Ace King's side of the audience. The Silver Mountain Champion's fiance clapping and cheering his girl on as she laid into Penelope relentlessly with another baking sheet. Back inside the ring, Mia Hayashi made it back into the mix and fought Futura Soli back off of Adrianna Salvatore so that she only had to worry about beating back TyAnna Jupiter. TyAnna had the advantage though, for now. Moments later, Penelope Cassidy had gained an advantage over Shelley Silver, starting to fight back. As she had her down, the woman hastily set up a table in the ring and frantically ran out of the ring to collect some more light tubes. Laying them out on top of the table. From there, she grabbed Shelley up onto her feet and attempted a suplex to put her through the light tube covered table. Shelley managed to prevent her from lifting her up and fought back with shots to the ribs and knees to the stomach. Penelope dropped to her knees and Shelley quickly ran off the ropes, coming right back and delivering a SILVER SUNSET to Penelope Cassidy!!!!

HANSON
"SILVER SUNSET!!! SILVER SUNESET!!!! SILVER SUNSEEEEEEEET!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"SHUT UP, NICKY!!!"

KLAZZIC
"PENELOPE -- IS -- OUT!!!!"

Going for a pin first, Shelley suddenly got up off of Penelope before the ref even started the count. She looked over at the table with light tubes Penelope had set it up and nodded to the crowd as they started going wild. Picking Penelope up, she slung her into the corner and moved the table over, careful to not let the tubes fall off. From there, she fed Penelope a few forearms before lifting her up onto the top turnbuckle.

REYNOLDS
"The fuck is she doing?"

HANSON
"Ohhhh no she isn't!"

KLAZZIC
"No way!! Shelley, not this!!!"

REYNOLDS
"What the fuck is Shelley Silver doing?!"

It became abundantly clear just what she was doing when she climbed up onto the middle turnbuckle and lifted Penelope up onto her shoulders, setting up for one of her finishers - the Sundown!! The crowd popped as Shelley Silver got Penelope Cassidy all the way up into position and eyed the table, ready to finish business. Seeing she was in danger, Penelope began squirming and elbowing Shelley in the side of the head to get free. Eventually, she was able to get down and over Shelley's shoulders and onto her feet. From here, Penelope quickly lifted Shelley up onto the top turnbuckle and climbed up to setup for a Superplex. Shelley fought against it and soon, Lara Blackheart appeared, having broken away from Angel Kusanagi, and climbed up next to Penelope to assist with the Superplex. Still, Shelley Silver resisted being sent through the table. As they just started getting her up off of her feet, Adrianna Salvatore slid into the ring, grimacing from the sting in her back and moved underneath Lara and Penelope, grabbing them both and throwing their aim off, bringing all three down with a Tower of Doom Powerbomb. Shelley Silver still went through the table but Penelope Cassidy and Lara Blackheart went through it with her, taking just as much of the fall!! Flourescent glass EXPLODED...EVERYWHERE!! The table EXPLODED underneath the weight of three people. Shelley's back arched as she hissed in pain. Lara sat up with eyes widened in pain and shock. Penelope Cassidy rolled off of the mess of the table, her face twisted in pain. The camera caught quick shots of all three women's backs, riddled with broken glass, beginning to bleed, profusely.

HANSON
"MY GOD, JIM!!!!! MY - FRIGGIN - GOD!!! LOOK AT THE CARNAGE!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THIS ISN'T A MATCH A QUEEN SHOULD HAVE BEEN FORCED INTO!!!"

As the match carried on, there wasn't a single competitor who wasn't bleeding in some way, shape, or form. Every woman was busted open from either a cane shot, chair shot, or taking a light tube across the body or head. Nostalgia Ultra and Mia Hayashi joined the bloody mix when Mia took a series of cane shots to the body and head from Lara Blackheart, busting her forehead open. Shelley Silver left TyAnna Jupiter bloody from a brutal chair shot right over the skull and Angel Kusanagi performed one of the more brutal spots by sliding what would only be described as a flourescent raft - light tubes laced together side by side. After some scrapping back and forth, between everyone, Angel Kusanagi lifted Futura Soli up for what looked like it was gonna be her Boseki Driver. Sneering wildly, however, she stepped her feet over arms and delivered what was best known as a Styles Clash type maneuver, driving Futura's entire front down onto the lighttubes, causing them to explode underneath her.

HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!"

KLAZZIC
"SOMEBODY STOP THIS MATCH, NOW!!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT WOMAN IS OUT OF HER GODDAMN MIND!!"

Things escalated even more, however, when Adrianna Salvatore went under the ring, purely exhausted and dripping blood and sweat as she came back out with a small black bag in her hand. She rolled back into the ring, ignoring the glass in her back.

REYNOLDS
"What the hell does she have, now, Nicky?"

KLAZZIC
"I've seen bags like that before and...tell me that's not...."

HANSON
"I have no idea, Jim, but I think she---ohhhhhhhhhh maaaaaaan!"

KLAZZIC
"NO!!!! NO!!!! NO!!!!"

As Matt Klazzic said this, Adrianna pulled the drawstring open and reached into the bag, pulling out a handful of thumbtacks and sprinkled them across the mat. Grinning darkly to the crowd, she threw a couple more handfuls down before dumping the bag out onto the mat.

"DADDY'S LITTLE FUCKING MONSTER!!!!"

A couple more moments passed as the eight women continued beating the hell out of each other when Adrianna Salvatore and Lara Blackheart were going back forth in the ring, fast paced, trying to get one up on one another until finally, Adrianna Salvatore came off of the ropes and delivered a MOAB Launch so brutal it snapped Lara Blackheart to the mat like a ragdoll!!! Sitting up onto her knees, Adrianna sneered at the cheering crowd, nodding as she licked her teeth menacingly. She picked Lara Blackheart up and held her in a setup for a suplex, but they knew she wasn't just going for a suplex as she moved Lara Blackheart to position her right over the pile of thumbtacks. The crowd popped as Adrianna Salvatore lifted Lara Blackheart up...but as she held her there, Lara Blackheart began to frantically kick her feet in the air, making it difficult for Adrianna to hold her up. Lara managed, through this, to reverse the Ground Zero attempt and land back on her feet. She slipped out of Adrianna's grasp and caught her with a forearm. Adrianna staggered but threw back one of her own, dazing Lara it seemed. Here, all of a sudden, Adrianna dashed back towardst he ropes and came off of it, going for another MOAB Launch. However, this time, as she closed in on Lara Blackheart, Lara suddenly reached out to Penelope Cassidy standing nearby and YANKED her into the path of Adrianna as she - Lara - stepped aside. Adrianna SLAMMED into Penelope Cassidy with the MOAB, SNAPPING her to the ground!!!!

HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!! WHOA!!!!!

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"SHE JUST PULLED HER OWN TEAM MATE INTO HARM'S WAY!!!!"

Lara Blackheart quickly picked Adrianna Salvatore up while she and Penelope were on the mat and the other five women brawled around the ring and set her up for the finish, hooking her arms with her head between her legs...over the tacks!!!

KLAZZIC
"DON'T DO THIS, LARA!!!!"

"I'M THE QUEEN OF THIS FUCKING SHIT!!!"

Lara Blackheart screamed and delivered the COMA WHITE to Adrianna, face down into the tacks!!!! The crowd boo'ed, roaring in shock as the maneuver as the next generation's Dr. Feelgood rolled Adrianna over onto her back and made the cover. Referee Akiyama dropped down and counted, careful of any spare tacks on the mat....

ONE!!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

"Dr. Feelgood" by Motley Crue ripped through the speakers as the bloodied Lara Blackheart rolled off of Adrianna Salvatore and out of the ring. The sound of the music brought the brawling to a stop and all teams reconvened. Sex & Violence found Lara Blackheart outside of the ring where Penelope immediately came and put Lara's arm over her shoulder while TyAnna Jupiter snatched the Women's Championship away from the referee and handed it to Lara as she leaned on her girlfriend.

~THAT GIRL IS PSYCHO...PSYCHO...PSYCHO...~

The crowd suddenly EXPLODED into a deafening pop as the entryway fills with a green light. Nyxx's "Voodoo" bumps throughout the arena as Sex & Violence all stop and slowly turn towards the entryway. Lara Blackheart, specifically, frowns and can be seen mouthing "what the fuck....?" The four all stare up at the curtain, waiting to see what happens when it suddenly parts up in the background with the camera behind Sex & Violence. A figure in the distance appears on the stage and the crowd...goes...NUTS!!!!!

HANSON
"OHHHHHHHH MAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!"

The camera jumps from ringside to the stage, giving viewers a closeup of.......

Dressed all in black, as usual, the green haired, pale skinned woman comes to stand at the end of the stage. The bottom of her face is covered by her signature black and green mask. Slowly, she reaches up to remove it and reveal a wicked smile on her face. Her black lips part, her smile widening as she stares down the walkway at Lara Blackheart.

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?! SHE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE TIL NEXT WEEK!"

KLAZZIC
"She's booked next week, Jim Reynolds, against that woman right there! Lara Blackheart! She can be here tonight, if she wants to though!"

At the foot of the walkway, Lara Blackheart holds up her Women's Championship and reaches her other arm out beside her as if to say 'you want some? Come get it!' She can be seen mouthing, "Let's go bitch!! You wanna fuck do this now?!" Back on the stage, Sativa Nevaeh raises her eyebrows in amusement. We see her mouth "Let's do it, bitch!" A pop quickly escalates from the crowd as Sativa throws down her mask and steps down off of the stage, onto the walkway and starts RUNNING towards Sex & Violence. Lara Blackheart passes her title off to Penelope Cassidy and SPRINTS towards Sativa Nevaeh!! Just as they're feet apart, however, a swarm of security and referees rush in, seemingly out of nowhere and grab both women!! Both Lara and Sativa kick and thrash, trying to break free and get at each other. Lara Blackheart shrieks angrily and beats on the security guards, trying to get free. "THIS IS MY QUEENDOM, BITCH!!!"

Cutting back to the swarm of guards holding back Sativa, the green haired woman is laughing in amusement as she struggles against the men holding her back. Sativa holds her hand up at Lara in the shape of a 'C' as she yells back "SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY!!" Obviously picking up on exactly what Sativa meant, Lara goes into another violent rage and tries to break free. Also, now thanks to Sativa's jab, the rest of Sex & Violence start shouting obscenities and threats at the woman.

HANSON
"MY GOD, GENTLEMEN!! THESE WOMEN ARE SUPPOSED TO MEET IN THE RING NEXT WEEK!! IT'LL BE SATIVA NEVAEH'S NFW DEBUT!! WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN?!?!"

REYNOLDS
"I WANNA KNOW HOW A DAMN NEWCOMER GOT A MATCH WITH THE CHAMP SO QUICKLY, NICKY!!!"

KLAZZIC
"SHE ASKED FOR IT, JIM REYNOLDS!! PLAIN AND SIMPLE!! AND WHEN SOMEONE CALLS YOU OUT, YOU EITHER PUT UP OR SHUT UP!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHY DON'T YOU SHUT UP, MATT? NOBODY ASKED YOU!!!"

The crowd continues to go nuts at the anticipation of of a brawl breaking out.

"GO DARTH GANJA!"

"LET THEM FIGHT!"

"GO DARTH GANJA!"

"LET THEM FIGHT!"

The crowd boos then as security escorts Sativa Nevaeh backstage and keeps Lara Blackheart from chasing after her. The camera lingers on the enraged Women's Champion then while back inside the ring, Adrianna Salvatore had quickly come to and was holding her face as Mia Hayashi talked to her soothingly. Shelley Silver and Angel Kusanagi tried to keep her calm and still while EMTs rushed passed the livid Women's Champion to attend Adrianna Salvatore.

Winners: Sex & Violence
Result: Pinfall - Lara over Adrianna
Time: 34:29

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The camera found Vincent Stone in his locker room, already in his ring gear as he sat at a small table with an open laptop on it. From that, came what sounded like an old Japanese match. The screen was away from the camera but the microphone was able to picked up the excited chatter of the commentators and the sound of stiff hits being landed. Vin sat back from the table a bit, resting his chin on his folded hands as he propped his elbows on his knees. He wasn’t just watching and enjoying this match. No. He was studying it, thoroughly. Making mental notes in his head. His eyes were focused but his overall face gave away his sense of nervousness. He’d felt so confident in the build up to this match. Now he was facing reality right in front of him. He had to face Tyler Grey if he wanted his first singles title; and as much as people liked to joke about the Renegades, Tyler Grey was no joke. Neither of them were. His opponent, tonight, was a perpetually angry, sadistic madman who seemed to get off on hurting people. From the laptop, comes a loud POP The commentators reacted with the crowd. Someone must have eaten a stiff shot. Even Stone winced as he watched the screen. “Jeez….” He remarked.

“Well that’s a lovely, familiar sound,” Kimi Smalls walked into the view of the camera and stepped behind Vince, loosely bringing her arms around his shoulders and resting her chin on the top of his head. “You can’t let it get to you, though.”

Vince relaxed some, bringing up a hand to hold one of Kimi’s as he watched the match on his screen. “I had this match a couple years before Kobayashi-san moved over here in the states to try somewhere new. Figured I’d study it to try and brush up on things. If I’m gonna beat Grey? I need to do things like me and my mentor did here.” He nodded at the screen, squeezing her hand. There’s the sound of another stiff strike landing before the crowd counts to three with the referee. The faint sound of T.I’s “What You Know” can be heard as Vince comically grimaces at the match. “Yeeeeeah, let’s hope I’m on the opposite end of things this time around.” Yeah, he totally lost that match against KENTA back then. He put up a good fight, though. Vince closed the laptop and leaned his head back to look up at Kimi. “You’ve got faith in your guy, right?”

Kimi smiled, looking down at Vince, “I do. I wouldn’t have made the move to hang out with you if I didn’t think that you’d be a big deal one day. Now you’ve got a big chance ahead of you, and I’m not gonna lie, Tyler Grey is not going to be an easy task. But I think that you have all the confidence that you need to pull it off.”

“Kinda like I know you’re gonna make it big one day.” Vince said, reaching around the back of Kimi’s head from where he sat and pulled her down for a kiss on the lips before turning his chair around to face her and pulled her into his lap. “I’m not gonna lie. Tyler Grey doesn’t scare me as a person, but I know that malicious bastard is looking to end careers. I’d be stupid if I didn’t think he wants to end mine tonight.” He could already see the man’s strategy in his head. The mind games. He was going to target his limbs. He was going to talk trash about his friend Erin Mercer. And now, with him and Kimi publicly as an item, he knew Grey was going to bring her up in the crudest way possible to try and throw him off of his game. He looked up, directly at Kimi in his lap and made a funny face as he voiced his next thought. “Why do I always end up getting mixed up with the psychopaths?”

Kimi let out a small laugh, shaking her head, “because sometimes that’s what this sport does to people. You can’t let a fighter like him know when you’re hurting. Especially not where. For that very same reason, I’ve never publicly disclosed which of my bones were broken in the past. Because female psychopaths can be a whole ‘nother breed of animal sometimes. Not that Grey is a kitten compared to them, but I’ve faced some gnarly little she-beasts in my day. Which is why I picked chains as my favorite in-ring weapon a long time ago. You can do plenty of fun things with them.”

Vince raised his eyebrows. “Grey’s like a panther with a toothache with how pissed off he always is.” He looked Kimi over with a smirk, rubbing her arm and taking her hand again. “I don’t even know which of your bones have been broken, yet. We should share scar stories later. You know, like Lethal Weapon 3.” He smirked and winked at her. He could practically hear her brother grimacing from wherever he was, if he were watching this now. He gave a half-shrug/half-nod at her mention of chains. “You don’t see too many people use chains that often. I like kendo sticks. Simple and effective. Not that that’s gonna help me here, though.” He frowned. Maybe he should have asked Brody for a No DQ match. That could have only ended up making it tougher on his end, though, also.

“Isn’t it champions choice? Or is that just Shelley’s title? Though, any good grudge match should have a stipulation. It just adds to everything,” Kimi grinned, rubbing her nose against Vince’s. “At the same time, having to fight clean can really work to your advantage. Between the two of us, we can really goad him and get him to mess up.”

Vince laughed. “Yeah, that’s just Shelley’s. Since the Silver Mountain belt never goes up for grabs in a traditional fall match.” He smiled back at her, closing his arms around her more. “Fighting clean’s the way I usually like to do things. I’m a sucker for the old school ways.” His expression turned serious then as he brought one hand up to gently touch Kimi’s face. “I want you to promise me one thing when you’re out there with me, babe.” He said, running his thumb over her cheek. “Don’t let him get too close.” He knew Grey had a temper and if Kimi was going to lend him a hand and aggravate the Renegade member, the defending champion wouldn’t have any qualms with sliding right out of the ring and coming after her. He proved that with Erin. “When it comes to you and me winning the belt, I couldn’t care less about it if you end up getting hurt. So just….” He managed a smirk. “Troll him at arm’s length.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Kimi nodded. She was no stranger to guys who were either so sadistic that they didn’t care who they hurt, or took the whole ‘let’s give them their equality’ idea a little too far. “I can even make sure to look good doing it. Just know that win or lose…” she leaned in, whispering something into his ear.

As Kimi whispered, the camera caught the hilarious on Vince’s face as his eyes widened. He may have even turned a little pink himself as a grin slowly crossed his face and he looked directly at her again. “Oh, really now? Well, that just motivates me to win even more.” He smirked, giving her a blatant, playful pinch on the butt.

Kimi let out a small squeal as he pinched her, then she nodded with a giggle. “I thought that it might. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

“Can’t wait to see what they are.” Vince said with a smirk before giving a sideways glance towards the camera and points towards it as he looked back at Kimi. “Do we even need this here, anymore?”

Kimi tilted her head with a smirk, “only if you have anything else you want to say about Tyler Grey and how hungry you are for the Junior Heavyweight Title.”

Vincent Stone tilted his head and thought for a moment. “Yeah, I do, actually.” He said, turning his attention to the camera as he held Kimi in his lap. “Tyler. Man, this is it. This is where you get what’s been coming to you ever since you decided to try and put my best friend on the shelf. Tried to tear her shoulder out. And for what? Because she actually stood up to you when you were bullying someone else like the piece of shit you are.” He shook his head. “I’m not perfect. I’m not the greatest in the ring. I can’t always get the crowd behind what I’m saying. But I do know one thing: I can be and will be a far better champion than you will ever be. A champion is supposed to represent their division with a sense of pride and honor. Some people think those things are dead. I don’t. I think they’re very much alive and I’m gonna prove it. You don’t have your pals from the Renegades to help you win anymore. There isn’t three other people besides you in the ring to distract the ref so you can pull off a cheap trick like the one that got you that belt in the first place. There’s just you...and me….” He smirks and pats Kimi on the thigh. “And, yes, my girl here’s gonna be there to make sure it stays just you and me. I’m not gonna sugar coat it, Tyler. You don’t deserve that title you’re carrying, so I’m gonna kick your ass and take it from you. I hope you’re watching this from wherever you are, right now. I hope it pisses you off when I tell you that you’re nothing but a piece of shit who thinks everything should be handed to him. Who tries to take the shortest, quickest way out. Well, tonight, you don’t have a choice. You better come into that ring, against me, with everything you’ve got, because that’s the only way you’re walking out of here with that title, still. You beat me clean and fair. But I know that’s not you. You couldn’t wrestle a clean match if your life depended on it. So shine that baby up real nice for me. I’m coming to take what I’ve been clawing at since the day I laced up a pair of boots.” He looked up at Kimi and smirked. “Good?”

Kimi grinned and pressed a kiss to his lips, “that was perfect, babe.”

Vince grinned back and gave her thigh a light pat. “I try.” He looked at the camera again, at that point. “Hey.” He motioned with his head to scram and the camera’s perspective turned toward’s the door as the shot faded to black.

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We fade in to backstage where Voodoo is working her way down the hall on the way to her ringside seat. She stops to sign autographs, take selfies, and chat with passerby that say hello or embrace her after seeing her again for the first time in years. Despite the brutality of her past matches, she was all smiles tonight, genuinely happy to be back in her element. Older, of course, wiser perhaps, but she was back where she belonged.

“Hoooooly shit, what the hell do we have here?” As the crowd cheered, the camera zoomed out to show Big Daddy Payne walking into the shot, clearly thrilled to see one of his oldest friends. He was older, more broken down… but still had that hilariously mischievous grin. “Well goddamn…. Scotty wasn’t kidding. You look as sexy as you did twenty years ago.”

Voo shook her head and immediately wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “I see you haven’t changed a bit.” When she pulled away she looked him over and held back a chuckle. “We sure have some stories between us don’t we?”

“Is that the nice way of saying our asses got old?” BDP asked her, giving her an affectionate squeeze. “Because that’s sadly the damn truth. I come here now every week and watch my TWENTY YEAR OLD DAUGHTER wrestling. Fuck. I’m ancient.”

“That’s just how things work, Big Daddy. It’s all about our legacies now. I think that’s something a lot of us are going through...though some are taking it better than others.” She laughed.

“Gotta admit though… while Marissa definitely wrestles a lot like Amber, she’s definitely got Lee’s ruthless streak. Have you SEEN the way she kicks? I almost feel bad for her opponents.” He laughed, the proud father in him shining brightly in that moment. “It’s kinda humbling. Also a constant reminder that this is my last run.”

“Well I know, and the fans…” she paused so that he could hear the cheering, “know, that it will be one hell of a run. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Besides, I’m sure you can still show these kids a thing or two.” Voo gave him a gentle punch on the arm.

“Well… I gotta jet. I told Andy I’d help him talk to the girls. They’d never admit it, but they’re pretty upset about not winning that battle royal. But hey, stay in touch, ok? I mean it. “ BDP pulled her in, giving her an affectionate kiss on the forehead. “You and Scotty gotta come spend a day with me and LeeAnn sometime. Catch up on everything.”

“We definitely will.” She waved as he walked away, the camera fading to black.

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Scene opens up as we see an unfamiliar scene in Clarence in an weightlifting gym...

He's currently in the scene at the bench press.. as we hear lightly in the background as Clarence as headphones on.. some sort of classical music that is seemingly getting his adrenaline pumping as he is getting ready for his title match at Gang Warfare. As he goes through a few sets on different pieces of equipment he realizes that Victoria Emmerson is standing above him....

"Clarence, dear... your limo is at the mansion... i think it's ready to take you to the airport..." Victoria says.

"Oh.. ok.. let me get cleaned up and i gotta take a shower when i get home" responds Clarence. So as Clarence and Victoria head back their limo.. It appears that Clarence's phone rings.. "Hello. Clarence Townsend speaking " says Clarence.. "Yes, Ma'am .. yes.. it is ready?

It appears that Clarence is talking to a company about something..

"Ok. Victoria and I are on our way.. I gotta get my bags from the mansion but i'll be there as soon as i can.. Thank you.. bye."
As Clarence hangs up the phone.. "Victoria, the private jet is ready , i can't wait.. Townsend Enterprises is slowly coming to life.... Now i gotta find a building and get this business of mine of the ground... " says Clarence excitedly
"I cant wait honey.. i know it's gonna be great.. "Responds Victoria

As Clarence and Victoria make their way to see their completed project .. they pull up in amazement of their vision , we hear the gasps of both individuals inside their vehicle.. they look in approval.. they are seen hugging each other.. as they look at their private jet its a white small airplane with brown lettering as it says "Townsend Enterprises" on it with various other stickers on the outside below the cockpit.

"Now i can fly you to your destination now if you two want" Says the mistress who worked on the project.

"Sure" says Victoria

"Ok.. get in and buckled up and we will get going " says the mistress. So as they get in and get buckled up for thier trip to the Gang Warfare Pay Per View.. Clarence does some final minute preparations as he relaxes and does some meditations Victoria sits right next to him as she falls asleep on the trip..


"OK guys we are here" says the mistress pilot.. "Clarence, wake up.. come on honey.. you gotta get ready for your match.." says Victoria

"Yea I'm coming .. You gotta get your bags sweetheart.." Says Clarence. As Clarence is getting off his private jet he runs into someone very familiar as he bumps this person not knowing who it is.

"Oh my apologies for bumping into you." Says Clarence. As Clarence turns around he sees Victoria coming out of the plane and he sees who bumped into.... It’s Ryan Steele.. "What are you doing here Sir.. You don't have a match..?" Says Clarence

"Not yet anyway.. I'm keeping an eye on a certain Silver Mountain Championship match that's happening tonight... " Says Ryan.. "Seeing is how I’m in this division for right now. My tag partner and his girlfriend are in that new division that NFW just started... I gotta keep my eye on the prize " says Ryan as he looks at Clarence’s shoulders and notices that there's nothing on them... "What are you looking for?" Asks Clarence.. "Well I'm keeping an eye on whose shoulders i have to break to get my opportunity, now you are forgetting that I'm The Reckless One. .. i will break objects and bones to get what i deserve..." says Ryan ..

"Ok.. i gotta go get ready for my match.. " Says Clarence..

"Come on Clarence your locker room is this way" says Victoria in a hurrying manner..

Scene closes as we see Clarence and Victoria walking into the arena through the back parking lot as Ryan stands next to the camera looking on...

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[MATCH #6. SINGLES MATCH FOR THE NFW JR. HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - Vincent Stone vs Tyler Grey (C)]
Returning to the ringside area, the camera falls on Roger Arden as he stands in the middle of the ring with the microphone.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for...the NFW...JUNIOR...HEAVYWEIGHT...CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIIIIIP!!!!!"

The crowd erupts into applause as the camera angle cuts to focus on the entryway aaaaaaand....

"Downfall" begins to play and the lighting dims, taking a white and hint of blue effect around the arena. At the point where the lyrics begin, Vincent Stone throws the curtain open and comes walking out onto the stage. Kimi Smalls is right there with him, smiling proudly as she watches. At first, Stone walks to either end of the stage, acknowledging the fans and pointing out ones who are wearing his merchandise or holding a sign for him in appreciation. Finally, he walks to the center of the stage at the head of the ramp and beats on his chest with one fist, throwing his head back with a pumped up yell, timed with the point of the song where the singer screams. Stone then twists around once and throws a punch at the air, causing his pyro to explode on either side of him as he walks towards the ring, Kimi following right on his heels, giving words of encouragement.

He slaps a few hands on one side of the ramp with one hand, but his main focus is on the opponent in the ring. His face says it all: he's ready for a fight and he doesn't fear them. Stone stops by the steps, usually pausing to let a parent take a selfie with him and their kid. He puts one arm around the kid and raises his fist up under their chin with a playful smirk before turning serious again and ascending the steps, climbing to the top turnbuckle from the outside. Stone pauses to look around at the crowd before extending his arms out to the side, fists clenched. Shades of his childhood favorite, Scott Levy b.k.a Raven. After this, he hops down from the turnbuckle, landing in a roll inside the ring, popping up onto his feet in the center of the ring and moves to his corner. Before his music fades, a cheer swells from the crowd again and attention turns towards the ramp. Vincent Stone and Kimi Smalls look as well before the camera cuts to the entry way again.

HANSON
"Ohhhhhhhh, look who's coming out, gentlemen!"

Walking down the walkway, Erin Mercer approaches the ring. Since her and Alex Brody's match, she's cleaned up and changed out of her gear. She walks to the ring in jeans, boots and an AC/DC t-shirt. The normally sweet, smiling redhead looks anything but happy, now though. Instead, she wears a somber look on her face as she walks down to the ring. She ascends the steps and gets into the ring, walking right up to Vincent Stone and gives her friend a hug. We don't hear what they say but, Erin closes her eyes sadly and nods. She finds a smile then and hugs Kimi Smalls before getting out of the ring and going over to the announce table. Nick Hanson and Matt Klazzic stand, respectfully as Matt offers her a seat. Jim Reynolds stayes seated and sips at his water bottle.

KLAZZIC
"Well hello, Miss Mercer! Joining us on commentary, I see!"

Matt Klazzic hands Erin Mercer a fourth headset as she sits down in the chair next to him.

MERCER
"Hi guys...."

HANSON
"Hello, Erin. We're glad to have you with us, here. This is a pleasant surprise!"

MERCER
"Thanks, Nick...."

KLAZZIC
"Erin you seem to be in a bitter mood. I can probably guess why, with this match. For what it's worth, though, I wanted to say what an awesome job you and Alex did earlier in the Battle Royale! You may not have won but you girls did fantastic!"

MERCER
"Thanks, Matt. I really do appreciate that."

REYNOLDS
"So why are you out here, Erin?"

MERCER
"James, if you need to ask me that question, I'm not even gonna bother explaining."

REYNOLDS
"You can call me Jim, babe."

MERCER
"I'll call you James, thanks. And I'm not your babe."


The crowds cheers turn to boo as Disturbed's "The Best Ones Lie" explodes through the speakers. The lights take on a darker tone as the Renegade's symbol appears on the video wall. Smoke fills the curtain frame so that we don't see it open. All we see is the shredded, seething form if Tyler Grey come stepping through the smoke with his patented look of pure, utter, hate on his face. Around his waist is the NFW Jr. Heavyweight Championship.

Tyler Grey raises his fist out in front of him and 'pulls the pin', popping out his thumb. He sneers down at the ring, and slams that fist into his hand with an angry yell before starting down towards the ring at a brisk place, right down the middle. Fans throw jeers and insults at him which he completely ignores until he sees a woman in the front row, waving a JUSTICE FOR ERIN sign at him. Grey detours from his path to the ring and slowly walks over, inaudibly talking trash as he points at the sign. Before the fan can get a word out, he SNATCHES the sign out of her hand and RIPS IT IN HALF!!!! The fans boo louder then, as Tyler Grey grabs a cup of beer out of a man's hand next to the fan with the sign and throws it in her face before continuing his angry march towards the ring.

HANSON
"NOW THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!!!! JESUS!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"People need to get over what he did to Erin Mercer!! That was weeks ago!! Over a month even!!"

KLAZZIC
"And I'd dare say tonight's the night Tyler Grey pays the piper!!"

Briefly cutting to the commentary table, we see Erin Mercer with a cold scowl on her face as she watches Tyler's behavior. Tyler Grey storms up the steps and enters the ring, beginning to march towards Vincent Stone before the referee stops him. Stone, however, meets him right in the middle and the two start inaudibly throwing words at one another. Referee James Greer gets in between the two and pushes them back, extending his arms out to keep them at bay until they both agree to back up to their corners. Coming to the center of the ring again, Roger Arden raises the mic up under his mouth again.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the NFW Junior Heavyweight Championship match! Introducing first the challenger!! From Orlando, Florida...representing The Resistance...weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds!! VINCEEEEEEEEEENT STOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"Yeeeah buddy!!! C'mon Vince!!!"

MERCER
"You got this buddy...."

REYNOLDS
"His track record says otherwise. How'd he even get this match?"

HANSON
"Will you shut up?"

ARDEN
"His opponent....representing the Renegades...weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds!! HE IS!! THE N! F! W! JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! THE TERMINATOR...TYLEEEEEEEEER.....GREEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeeeaaaahhh!!!! Kick some ass Tyler!!!"

MERCER
"Yeah, Jim? Really? I hope your boy there gets his goddamn teeth kicked down his throat because he's a piece of shit!"

REYNOLDS
"I thought you and Alex had the whole 'forgive and forget' attitude?"

MERCER
"And when did either of us say that? We put The Resistance together because of people like Tyler Grey!! And with any luck, one of our own is gonna bring that title - which he doesn't deserve mind you - over to our side and give it a good rep."

~DING DING DING~

From the opening bell, Tyler Grey and Vincent Stone met in the center of the ring where the trash talking from Grey began. Stone immediately went to talking back, sticking a finger in his face. Tyler Grey looked the man up and down in disbelief, 'you kidding me?' and pushed him back with both hands. Vincent Stone went back two steps, coming back in and SHOVED Tyler Grey hard into the corner.

"Fuck you, bitch!" Stone said, clear as day.

Sneering like the angry pitbull he was often equated to, Tyler Grey rushed Vincent Stone head on and they engaged in a violent lockup, pushing against each other.

HANSON
"AND HERE WE GO, FOLKS! JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE ON - THE - LINE!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, don't take that shit from him, Tyler! Bust him up!"

KLAZZIC
"Pop him one right in the kisser, Vincent!!"

Tyler Grey obtained the upperhand in the beginning of the match as Vincent Stone tried to take him to the mat and out-grapple the man. Tyler Grey had more mass and power, however and managed to force his way out of every hole Vincent Stone attempted to get him into, finally ending in both men coming up on their feet with Grey holding one of Stone's feet. Grey threw the challenger to his title a quick middle finger before delivering a sharp and sudden Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Stone hit the mat, clutching his knee before Grey ran over and immediately went to work, putting the boots to that leg. He then pulled Stone to his feet and forced him into the nearby corner, laying kicks to his midsection and a stiff forearm to the jaw, rocking him. With Stone in the corner, Tyler Grey rolled back to put some distance between them and ran in for a Corner Elbow Smash.

HANSON
"And it looks like an uphill battle, so far, for Vincent Stone, in his quest for the title, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Tch, yeah. He talked about having confidence and honor. How's that doing him now?"

Vincent Stone fell out of the corner, remaining on the receiving end of much of Tyler Grey's vicious arsenal of superplexes, powerbombs and hurricanranas. Not to forget the fact that Tyler never held back on his strikes. Each one echoed throughout the arena as the defending champion continued to lay waste to his first challenger. Things eventually turned around when Tyler Grey had Vincent Stone on the ropes and turned to start taunting the crowd about how they liked their underdog now. In the process, he turned his attention down to Kimi Smalls outside of the ring and began taunting her directly, saying "your little bitch boy ain't so fucking bad now, is he? Is he?!" Kimi retorted back, inaudibly from the camera's mic and Tyler Grey SPIT down from the ring right at her! Kimi recoiled and the crowd boo'ed as Tyler backed up from the ropes, throwing her the middle finger. He turned around right into a surprise dropkick from Vincent Stone! The dropkick sent Tyler Grey back into the corner and Stone quickly followed up, running and hitting a Cartwheel, Handspring Back Elbow before following up with a Running Bulldog.

KLAZZIC
"SHADES OF HIS ICON!! THE GREAT MUTA, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!"

Vincent Stone mounted an impressive comeback against Tyler Grey, proving he could strike almost if not just as hard as the champion could, relying mostly on his Strong Style and and technical grappling. He also, of course, didn't fail to mix in some of his own aerial maneuvers. Dropkicks, stiff strikes and springboard manuevers kept Tyler Grey on his toes even though he was more than able to hold his own against his opponent. It remained an even match, back and forth with both men pulling out all of the stops against one another. On top of his power and aggression, Tyler Grey started demonstrating his own quickness and aerial abilities. He didn't let up on the occasional underhanded maneuver and that was when Kimi Smalls would call to bring the referee's attention it, only serving to piss Tyler Grey off more until finally he slid out of the ring, leaving Stone in the ring and SNEERED at Kimi as he started inching towards her like a killer, trash talking for her to "know her place" and "shut the fuck up."

KLAZZIC
"Oh wait, a minute now. Tyler Grey better watch out! You better not touch her!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, she keeps getting involved in the match! He's got a right to be pissed!"

HANSON
"It doesn't give him a right to do what I think he's looking to do! Kimi was only trying to make sure the ref saw the crap Tyler keeps pulling! He's an animal! A filthy, wild, animal!"

MERCER
"You stay away from her, you son of a bitch!"

REYNOLDS
"He may be an animal sometimes, but he's still the Jr. Heavyweight Champion and he deserves to be shown a little more respec---HOLY SHIT!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"HERE COMES STONE!!! DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!"

As Tyler Grey advanced on Kimi Smalls, the female half of the Smalls Twins backed up until Grey turned his attention back to the ring just in time to see Vincent Stone sprinting across from the other side where he hit a Springboard Shooting Star Press and came crashing right down on top of him!! Both man laid sprawled out on the ringside floor as the crowd jumped on their feet, popping loudly for the show of athleticism.

MERCER
"HELL YEAH!!!!!"

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

HANSON
"Damn right that was awesome!!"

REYNOLDS
"That was risky. The idiot could have killed himself!"

KLAZZIC
"Oh, gimme a break."

Meanwhile, the referee began his count for the two to get back into the ring, lest they be counted out. For the first several seconds, neither man showed any signs of moving. Kimi Smalls inched closer to where the two laid, calling to Vincent Stone to get to his feet and inside the ring. She knew she couldn't physically assist him, lest he be disqualified. All she could do was yell and clap her hands loudly, hoping the sound snapped him out of his daze. He slowly got to his feet first, however, at the count of 8 and hurriedly moved towards the ring, rolling underneath the ropes and into safety. The count continued, however, for Tyler Grey as the man finally began to show signs of life and crawled towards the fan barrier. He pulled himself up to a knee but stopped there, looking like he wasn't concerned with getting back in. Afterall, if he lost by countout, he still kept his title, right?

13!

HANSON
"Oh, now get back in the ring, Tyler! C'mon!"

14!

REYNOLDS
"Let him get a rest, Nicky! He just took a massive hit!"

MERCER
"Oh my god, will you shut -- the fuck -- up?!"

15!

HANSON
"Yeah and he's gonna take the goddamn countout, thus keeping the title! That's not how this match should end!"

16!

HANSON
"Hey, wait a minute! Look out, here comes Stone again!"

17!

As the count got closer to ending, Vincent Stone quickly rolled back out of the ring and walked over, grabbing Tyler Grey as he was catching his breath. Tyler Grey suddenly sprung up and caught Stone with a European Elbow, knocking him senseless before running him into the steel steps with a loud bang. Stone literally hit the steps upside down, almost as if Tyler forced him into a cannonball. Tyler Grey then hurried and got back in the ring as the referee started the count over. For the longest time, during the count, Vincent Stone wasn't moving to get up. He only nursed the back of his neck as he laid out on the ringside floor with Kimi standing as close to him as the referee would allow her to.

"Baby, get up! You gotta get up! C'mon!"

15!

HANSON
"Ref's counting up again!"

REYNOLDS
"Stone might wanna stay down and take a breather after that one!"

KLAZZIC
"Of course you'd say that!"

16!

Finally, Vincent Stone forced himself to sit up, wincing from the pain in his body as he rolled over onto his hands and knees.

17!

HANSON
"C'mon, Stone! C'mon Vince!"

MERCER
"GET UP, VIN!!!!!"

Vincent Stone grabbed the fan barrier and fought to pull himself up to his feet!

18!

Vincent Stone got to his feet and leaned back against the barrier. Fans in that section immediately began patting his shoulders encouragingly, urging him to get back in!

19!

HANSON
"Count's almost up!!!"

MERCER
"C'MON VIN!!!!!!"

Juuuust before the ref made the final number, however, Vincent Stone grit his teeth and threw himself forward, running the short distance from the barrier to the apron and slid in underneath the bottom rope. The crowd popped. Kimi Smalls let out a cry of relief, bringing her hands up to her mouth. Tyler Grey raged across the ring, slapping the top turnbuckle and kicking the bottom rope, cursing so much it would have made a sailor blush.

The match continued on for a few more intense moments between Tyler Grey and Vincent Stone. This time, it was Vincent Stone mounting an impressive offense as he laid into the defending champion with everything he had. Things were just picking up for the challenger, when he picked Tyler Grey up and hit him with a backbreaker, dropping him to the mat. He called again for a move from his icon, the Great Muta, and climbed the ropes to the top turnbuckle.

HANSON
"HERE IT COMES, GENTLEMEN!!!!"

Vincent Stone soared off of the top corner, performing a stunning Moonsault that probably would have made Keiji Mutoh proud had he been present to see it!! As he came down, however, Tyler Grey suddenly brought up his knees, causing Stone to crash down hard onto his ribs. Immediately after, Grey flipped around and twisted Stone's arm up and locked in the SKYNET!!!!!

KLAZZIC
"WAIT A MINUTE!!!! GREY'S GOT THE SKYNET!!!! THE SKYNET'S LOCKED IN!!!"

MERCER
"SHIT!!!!!"

Vincent Stone pulled and fought to reach the ropes. Kimi Smalls quickly ran over to that side of the ropes and began cheering, calling for Stone to make it. Her hand slapping the mat. "C'mon, baby! C'mon!" Pain was visible all over Vincent Stone's face as he dragged himself and Tyler Grey towards the ropes. Tyler Grey roared, angrily and wrenched back harder on the hold he had. Vincent Stone cried out in absolute agony as he continued reaching to try and grab the bottom rope.

HANSON
"STONE'S GOTTA GET THAT ROPE, AND HE'S GOTTA GET TO IT NOW!!!"

MERCER
"VIN!!! C'MOOOONNNNN!!!! YOU CAN DO IT!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"LOOK AT THE TORQUE ON THAT SHOULDER!!!"

KLAZZIC
"OUCH!!!!"

Try as he did, Vincent Stone just barely...allllmost reached the bottom rope when Tyler Grey tugged back even more. Finally, after literally about two minutes worth of resistance went by before Vincent Stone finally began tapping desperately on the mat, submitting to the hold!

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"And that's gonna be it for this one!!! Holy cow, what a match!!!!"

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner!! Aaaaaaaaand STILL...the N! F! W! JUNIOR HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!! THE TERMINATOR....TYLEEEEEEEEEER......GREEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!!"

As Disturbed's "The Best Ones Lie" ripped through the arena, the victorious champion continued holding onto the Skynet locked on Vincent Stone. The man absolutely refusing to let go.

HANSON
"Hey, c'mon now!! The match is over, let him go!"

REYNOLDS
"Make your statement, Tyler!!!"

MERCER
"Fuck you, Jim!!!"

KLAZZIC
"This is uncalled for!"

From the announce table, Erin Mercer threw off her headset and got up, storming over and got into the ring.

REYNOLDS
"Whoa, what the hell is she doing?!"

Erin Mercer ran over to Tyler Grey and dropped down onto him with a double axe handle to get him off of Vincent Stone. It worked, for the most part. Tyler Grey let Stone out of the Skynet with the defeated challenger rolling out of the ring and hitting the floor, clutching his shoulder. Kimi Smalls immediately came to his side as the referee joined her. It was now Erin Mercer all by herself in the ring against her attacker from several weeks ago. She stood there with a mixture of rage in her eyes...and fear. Fear because she knew she couldn't really stand up to him, physically and rage because she'd had enough. Tyler Grey grinned menacingly, approaching her slowly as he inaudibly taunted and threatened her. Erin Mercer finally went for a slap, garnering a pop from the fans but Tyler Grey cut them and her off by catching her by the wrist.

KLAZZIC
"Oh no!!!!"

HANSON
"YOU BETTER LET GO OF HER, TYLER!!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WAIT A MINUTE, WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!"

As Jim Reynolds spoke, the crowd gave a mixed, confused reaction as a man wearing jeans, a Canadian flag t-shirt and a luchador mask came SPRINTING down the walkway towards the ring!! The man slid in and went right for Tyler Grey, throwing haymakers at him. Tyler Grey let go of Erin Mercer's arm and the brawl was on!! Shots went back and forth between Tyler Grey and the unknown masked man.

HANSON
"I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS IS, GUYS, BUT HE JUST SAVED ERIN MERCER FROM GOD KNOWS WHAT!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"This guy's taking it to Grey like he means business!!!"

Tyler Grey went for a hard forearm on the masked man, who easily evaded the blow and popped him up for a German Suplex...then another...then another...chaining three together before releasing Tyler Grey and sending him rolling out of the ring. Cursing and flailing like a madman, Tyler Grey kicked the fan barricade as the referee tentatively brought him his Jr. Heavyweight Title. Grey SNATCHED it from the ref and pointed, yelling obscenities at the masked man in the Canadian shirt. In return, the man stood on the bottom rope and pointed a finger at Tyler Grey, beckoning him to come back and get some. When Tyler Grey retreated, holding his retained title up, the man in the mask turned back to inside the ring to find Erin Mercer had exited and was now at Vincent Stone's side with Kimi Smalls and the EMTs. The man hopped out and came over to assess the situation himself. We can't hear what he says but Erin Mercer looks up with relief on her face and can be seen mouthing 'thank you....' as EMTs help Stone to his feet before the shot cuts away.

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In the darkness of an unknown room, the camera falls on a table marked with a ritualistic pentagram drawn in...some red substance. At each corner of the star is a burning candle that serves to illuminate the room just enough that a gathering of silhouettes are seen in the darkness. One of them...a massive one at that, steps into the faint light and places his hands on the table. His face comes out of the shadows. No, not his face. His mask. It’s Doomsday, of the Dominion of Pain. Dripping wet hair hangs in front of his mask as he stares down at the crudely made altar and stares down at the symbol.

“Suzuki-gun….” His voice is a deep, guttural growl that, from under his mask, sounds more demon than man. “...Let’s not forget...you asked for what you will receive today….” His head slowly looks up and at the lens. Under his mask and through black eye makeup, his brown eyes burn with an unquenchable fire, yet he remains eerily calm. “...You volunteered to set foot into the lair of demons...into the final gate where no mortal man should rightfully dwell…. And that is all you are...Zack Sabre Junior...a boy with delusions of grandeur....Minoru Suzuki...a miserable...old...man...seeking to pass his legacy onto the sheep made for the slaughter...BUT THAT ENDS...TONIGHT!!!” His voice suddenly picks up into a thunderous yell that echoes off of the walls of wherever they are. “...There is no room for both the Dominion of Pain...and Suzuki-gun...so tonight...we….” He briefly turns to an even larger, hulking silhouette then back to the camera, “...will vanquish the King...and watch his minions...scatter...like rats.”

Sitting within his own pentagram in the background, both arms and chest bleeding from small lashes all over, Ethan Skinner is calm and composed as he flagellates himself, humming trancelike and swaying back and forth. His eyes open when the big man yells,, well only one eye really, and he goes back to lashing himself until Doomsday finishes, then he stands and walks over to him, reaching a hand up and placing it on the giant’s shoulder with a small nod. “Rats should not think they can hunt the lions, should they?” Without even waiting for a reply, Ethan walks towards his locker to clean up some, knowing the big man will answer if, and when, he wants too. Grabbing a towel he starts to pad himself down, turning the fine white towel an off shade of pink.

“So we find ourselves into a four way against four unwanted wastes of skin, wastes of breath, wastes of space. They have tried to take the word Unwanted, and turn it around into a good thing. They have deluded themselves as well, they are walking into Gang Warfare with confidence, with bravado, with courage. I am glad of this, because we will strip it all from them. They will be left with nothing but doubt, nothing but defeat at the hands of the greatest collection of individuals ever, the Dominion of Pain.” Turning towards the big man to see if he has anything else to say, Ethan smiles throwing the now red towel into the laundry hamper.

Buzzsaw just watched Ethan with a confused, disturbed look in his eyes, just shook his head before placing a concerned hand on the young wrestler’s shoulder. “Ethan. Buddy.” He looked at the cuts and marks all over the other wrestler and just sighed. “Maybe you should just, you know… stop this and just masturbate like normal people.” Sighing, he looked back to the camera. “This is it. Gang Warfare. The night we remind everyone just how dangerous the Dominion can really be. The Unwanted and The Resistance, coming together in an attempt to do what nobody else has been able to: stop The Dominion of Pain. Me, Ethan, Darius, and Judas… the four of us are gonna fuck your lives up like you can’t even imagine.” Someone off-camera said something to Buzzsaw that wasn’t picked up on-camera, and he turns to them. “Screw you. I’m tired of being the quiet one. The one who has to act calm so that my violence seems scarier. I have a voice, like everyone else. And it’s time I start showing it.”

Another of the shadows lifted his head, speaking before coming into view. The man’s voice, perhaps being the most calm and collected of all who had yet to say their piece. “Before us tonight lies a test.” The shadow moved and into the dim candle light stepped Darius Crowley, already in his gear with his high collared vest on, covering most of his tattoos as he stared into the candlelight, not even acknowledging the camera. “Before us tonight...lies a sacrifice. An offering of four souls...of which we will burn in order to spread a message.” Finally, in the most methodical way possible, it seems, Darius Crowley turns towards the camera with no emotion on his face. “...This is our Kingdom...and we will mark our territory...in the blood of our opposition. So let it be written...so let it be done….” He turns back to the pentagram and candles, going quiet.

Judas Lasher then walked into the frame. Clad in his black and red ceremonial cloak, his dark eyes peered out from under the cloak’s hood as he looked around, to cast eyes on each member of his Dominion. He hated, HATED, that there was such an obvious Lara-shaped hole in the group right now… it flew in the face of everything he was trying to do with the end of his career. But he also knew that the girl was in no shape to be a part of something like this right now. Pushing past those thoughts, the elder statesman on the group spread his arms wide, addressing his minions.

“My friends… we are here, at Gang Warfare, not to simply win a match. Not to simply hurt our enemies. No… we are here for something far, far more important. When we returned to NFW, people knew the violence that was going to happen. And they feared us. Oh, how they feared us. But then… as happens, the longer we were here, the more human we became in their eyes. They saw things that shattered the illusion. Things like myself falling in love. Like Matteo having a family. Like Ethan making friends and finding a father figure. Those things, while only human, tend to make people forget what one is capable of. And tonight…. We are going to remind each and every person watching, from the boys in the back to the people watching on pay-per-view… that The Dominion of Pain is violence personified. That our sadism cannot be quenched. And that nothing about us… not our bodies, not our spirits, and not our determination, will ever be broken. Tonight, my friends… we set this entire promotion ablaze, and we show everyone once more that we are men to be feared. For only when we stare out at them, victorious and bathing in the blood of our victims, will they truly be reminded of who… we… are.”

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[MATCH #7. TAG TEAM MATCH FOR THE NFW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP - Suzuki-gun (Minoru Suzuki/Zack Sabre Jr) vs Ultra-Violence (Doomsday/Belphegor) (C)]

*'Kaze Ni Nare' plays through the arena as the fans stand to watch TAKA Michinoku lead Zack Sabre Jr. to the ring with Minoru Suzuki trailing behind them. Sabre has a serious, but confident look to his face as he and TAKA make their way down to the ring and enter the ring first, while Suzuki, stands midway through the ramp, prompting the fans to stand and clap along with their entrance theme. Suzuki does one lap around the ring before standing on the apron as the theme hits the end of the chorus. He looks around and points to the crowd, telling them to clap again as some in attendance yell 'KAZE NI NARE' along with the song before Suzuki finally enters the ring. Before the ring announcer could say anything, TAKA abruptly takes the mic from his hand and motions him over to the neutral corner and looks around at the crowd as he and Sabre stand in the center of the ring.

"Welcome to, Suzuki and Sabre time," TAKA starts as Sabre looks down at his wrist at an imaginary watch, "NFW...Gang Warfare...NFW Tag team championship. Dare desu ka?!? Tuscan...DARE DESU KA?!?" TAKA yells as scattered boos rain down in response.

"Shōsha wa, watashitoisshoni wa ni natta futari no shinshi ni narimasu. Ringu gijutsu-sha to teishutsu supesharisuto no ryōhō. Ni-ri dake de akirameru hō ga kantandeshou. JUST TAP OUT!!! Give up," TAKA continues as the scattered boos continue.

"Doomsday...Belphegor...NFW Tag team Champions. COME ON!!! OVER...HERE!!!" TAKA yells one last time as he and Sabre point down in front of them before handing the mic back to the ring announcer and he and Sabre exchange fist bumps before Sabre goes to the corner with Suzuki and they also exchange a fist bump as they await the entrance of Ultra-Violence.


More boos continued in the arena as the lights dimmed and smoke crawled over the stage and walkway. Stepping through the curtain, the tag team of Ultra-Violence - Doomsday and Belphegor - appeared, each carrying their tag team title at their side. They make no effort to stop and pause on the stage and simply start storming to the ring as usual. Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr are waiting in the ring, ready. They know how this is going to start.

ARDEN
"Introducing their opponents!! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! At a combined weight of six hundred and seventy five pounds!! They are the N! F! W! TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! DOOMSDAY!! BELPHEGOR!!! ULTRAAAAAAAA-VIOLEEEEEEEEEENCE!!!!!"

As soon as Ultra-Violence reaches the ring, they pick up into a run and slide in under the bottom rope. As they start getting up, Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr are on them and the brawl is on! It takes a couple of minutes for the referee to get things under control as the brawl splits off outside of the ring, around ringside. Eventually, the ref is able to gain control of things and get two men into the ring and two on the apron.

~DING DING DING~

When the match finally got underway, Belphegor and Zack Sabre Jr were the ones to start it off with their respective veteran partners watched from the apron on either side. Belphegor had the clear size and power advantage as he began manhandling Zack Sabre Jr. Even when ZSJ began trying to administer his vast arsenal of submission holds, Belphegor showed he was able to power out of them with brute strength alone. ZSJ attempted a few of these on different body parts before Belphegor powered out of the last one and brought a gigantic forearm down across his chest, laying him out in the ring. He dropped down then and proceeded to blatantly choke ZSJ with both hands around his throat until the referee reached '4' in his count. The next couple of moments in the match saw Belphegor completely manhandle ZSJ around the ring until he finally took him with both hands by the throat and tossed him across the ring, towards Suzuki-gun's corner. ZSJ ended up sitting and looking up at Belphegor as the man sneered at him from under his skull face paint. Belphegor looked up from ZSJ and at Minoru Suzuki himself, pointing at the widely known King of Pro Wrestling and motioning for him to come into the ring.

HANSON
"Ohhhhhhh, man! Belphegor is calling for Suzuki, folks! He wants the King!"

KLAZZIC
"He wants Suzuki, I say give him to him!!"

REYNOLDS
"Good! Maybe Suzuki'll help wither down some Dominion numbers!"

Zack Sabre Jr got to his feet, and looked back at Minoru Suzuki who just grinned maliciously at Belphegor. The crowd noise swelled as ZSJ tagged his mentor in and Suzuki entered the fray, circling around the ring with the largest of the Dominion of Pain. Things weren't quite as Belphegor planned as he found himself on the receiving end of Minoru's greater experience. This was far from the first time the leader of Suzuki-gun had tussled with someone who outsized him immensely. Rather than going straight for holds, Minoru went to his Pancrase training to wear down Belphegor's legs with sharp kicks. These, of course, came with no padding on his shins and were straight callouse and bone striking the precise points on Belphegor's legs that would make it hurt just to stand and move around. Smart about it, Belphegor backed off and tagged Doomsday into the match. The older, more seasoned veteran of Ultra-Violence stepped over the rope and walked right up to Suzuki. Far from intimidated, Suzuki gave his wicked grin he was known for by fans. He reached right up and pie-faced Doomsday's face to the side. Doomsday huffed under his mask and shoved Suzuki - no, more like chopped him back - in the chest, sending Suzuki back a couple steps. Suzuki looked down at his chest...and up with an amused smile that reminded everyone just how twisted he was.

"Anata ga teniireta no wa sore dakedesu ka?"

Suzuki asked loudly, in Japanese, as he stepped back up to Doomsday. Doomsday's shoulders shook with a chuckle and he slapped his own chest, telling Minoru to give him some. Minoru grinned, looking back at Zack Sabre Jr, thumbing to Doomsday. ZSJ laughed, shaking his head. "He can't take it, mate! He can't! Give him a go!" Minoru ran his tongue over his teeth in a malicious smile as he loosened up his hand and readied it. He cocked back and hit Doomsday with a chop that sounded like a small caliber gunshot inside the Tucson Arena. Doomsday. Didn't. Flinch. All he did do was look down at his chest and back to Suzuki, shaking his head. Suzuki raised his eyebrows, actually grinning.

"Yeah?! C'mon! Ganbatte ne!"

Minoru Suzuki continued to taunt as as he waved Doomsday on. Doomsday looked around at the crowd. Most of them were silent. Some called out words of discouragement - 'DOOMSDAY, YOU SUCK!' - while others, long time fans of the monster, called their support - 'FUCK HIM UP, DOOMSDAY!' Doomsday turned his terrifying gaze back to Minoru Suzuki and nodded, stepping back with one foot to take a stance. He cocked his left hand for a backhand chop and swung out. Another shot rang out as Suzuki's chest rippled under Doomsday's massive palm. Suzuki juuust slightly grimaced as he staggered back. It was more so a 'ooh, I felt that one!' than outright pain. He shook his head, frowning as he stepped up to Doomsday and SLAPPED him across his mask.

"WATASHI O SUKINAHITO NI AIMASHOU!!"

Minoru Suzuki yelled loudly up at Doomsday. Doomsday SHOVED Suzuki three steps back and opened his arms again, looking down at his chest and back up at Suzuki, asking for more. Minoru Suzuki nodded, spitting on his palm and rubbing his hands together.

"Watashi wa nanika ga arimasu...."

He growled as he reared his hand back and came in with a thunderous chop. The crowd reacted empathetically as the chop hit Doomsday's scarred chest and she man turned his head down and away. Did he feel that one or was he still unimpressed? The world might never know, due to his mask. He looked back to Suzuki as the man started to taunt him again and pie faced him backwards. Suzuki answered with an insulting, open hand slap across the mask. Doomsday grabbed Suzuki by the back of the head and brought a forearm down. Suzuki reached up, grabbing the back of Doomsday's head and hit him back with his own forearm. It became a shot for shot exchange of forearms until Doomsday hit Suzuki hard enough to knock him back. The big man then went for a Big Boot, which Suzuki caught and countered with a reverse Dragon Screw Leg Whip. Instead of pulling Doomsday's leg inward, he hyperextended it and snapped it outward. That did it. Doomsday let out a loud, deep, muffled grunt and fell to the mat. From there, it became all Suzuki as he went to work right on that leg, tying Doomsday up into an Indian Deathlock and managing to hold him there for what seemed like forever - at least a minute or two - until Doomsday was able to use his body length to his advantage and reach the ropes to call for the break. Still, Suzuki stayed on top of Doomsday's injury and continued working him over with other maneuvers until he tagged Zack Sabre Jr in to get him some. Finally, the crowd bore witness to The Submission Machine's own arsenal of submission holds that focused on the legs. For once in a rare while, Doomsday actually looked vulnerable as he dragged ZSJ across the mat towards his corner.

HANSON
"Doomsday's gotta get a tag, quick! His knees can't take much more!"

REYNOLDs
"He should just tap and save his career!"

HANSON
"If he taps, they lose the belts, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, yeah. That, too."

KLAZZIC
"I'll admit, I'm staying out of this one, gents. I don't care for either of these teams of scoundrels."

To the dismay of Jim Reynolds, Doomsday managed to use his pure strength to crawl and drag ZSJ across the ring just enough to reach up and tag in Belphegor. A long since unseen moment for the Dominion of Pain was seen with the crowd popping for Belphegor as he quickly stepped back over the top rope and rushed Zack Sabre Jr. ZSJ was barely up on his feet when Belphegor hit him with a Big Boot, knocking him right back to the mat. Zack Sabre Jr popped up to his feet and ate a stiff blow right to the face that the referee warned Belphegor about, because of a closed fist. ZSJ made it to his feet again, almost immediately while Belphegor ran off the ropes and hit him with a clothesline, knocking him inside out. Here, Minoru Suzuki hurried into the ring and rushed Belphegor, throwing his signature combination of chops across his face and chest. Belphegor grabbed Suzuki by the throat, roaring in his face as he threw him like a child into the corner and quickly rushed in for a Corner Clothesline. He didn't just stop there, however, as he proceeded to ram his arm into Minoru Suzuki as the crowd counted the shots!

2!

3!

4!

5!

6!

7!

8!

9!

10!

Belphegor stepped back, pulling Minoru Suzuki out of the corner, he lifted him up for a powerbomb and SLAMMED him right down onto Zack Sabre Jr. The crowd. Went. WILD as Belphegor threw his arms up and roared, triumphantly!!

HANSON
"THE MONSTER, BELPHEGOR, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!! SOME MIGHT CALL HIM THE NEXT DOOMSDAY!!! AND MAN DOES DOOMSDAY LOOK IMPRESSED!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WE DON'T NEED ANOTHER DOOMSDAY!!"

As the match went on, Suzuki-gun and Ultra-Violence continued to take each other to the absolute limit against one another. However, near the end, it looked like Ultra-Violence's size and power were overwhelming the duo of Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr. As Doomsday got on a tirade of destruction, he rained heavy blows down on Minoru Suzuki. This time, Suzuki was dazed enough for Doomsday to go for another move. This time, the big man came off the ropes and dashed across the ring, right at Suzuki, bringing his arm up for the Shockwave. However, Suzuki suddenly reached out and pulled Referee James Greer in the way and Doomsday LEVELED the Official with the brutal clothesline.

HANSON
"OHHHHH AND THE REFEREE GETS TAKEN OUT!!!"

REYNOLDS
"NICE GOING, GENIUS!!!"

KLAZZIC
"I'm sure it was an accident, Jim Reynolds!"

As Doomsday turned around, Minoru Suzuki came rushing at him again but Doomsday caught him by the throat and lifted him up effortlessly to deliver a thunderous CHOKESLAM!! He immediately moved over to the referee and dragged him over to where he had dropped Suzuki, trying to wake him up. As this was going on, Zack Sabre Jr got into the ring and attacked Doomsday. This resulted in Belphegor getting into the ring to attack Zack Sabre Jr. The crowd went wild over the brawl but a moment later, their reaction got even louder as they noticed movement on the stage. It wasn't the rest of Suzuki-gun, as most initially thought but, instead, it was RICK DICKULOUS!! Dressed in black jeans, boots and his 'I'm An Eh-Hole' Canadian flag t-shirt, the gigantic member of the Great White North rushed over to seemingly help Zack Sabre Jr. Belphegor saw Rick coming first and broke away from ZSJ and moved on Rick. Rick exchanged a few blows with him before Irish Whipping him into the ropes and caught him in a tremendous Powerslam!! Getting up to his feet, Rick Dickulous immediately ran up and blindsided Doomsday with a forearm. As Doomsday fell back into the corner, Zack Sabre Jr turned to acknowledge Rick Dickulous long enough for the big Canadian to suddenly grab him and throw him out of the ring. It seemed he wasn't exactly friends with Suzuki-gun, afterall.

HANSON
"RICK DICKULOUS IS INTERFERING IN THIS TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH AND HE IS CLEANING HOUSE!!! BUT WHY?!"

REYNOLDS
"IT'S THAT DUMBASS RICK, NICKY!! WHY DOES HE DO ANYTHING? HE DOES?!"

KLAZZIC
"RICK!!!! WHAT THE HECK, BUDDY?!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, go get your tag team partner under wraps!"

KLAZZIC
"I can't get involved! I'm not part of the match!! RICK!!"

As Doomsday came out of the corner, Rick Dickulous kicked him in the midsection and lifted him up over his shoulder, hitting a quick and sudden Misery Whip to the man that fans had come to consider his rival. Rick wasted no time then, in shoving Belphegor out of the ring and rolling out himself as Minoru Suzuki got to his feet and the referee began to stir. Rick Dickulous climbed over the barricade, backing up to watch the outcome of the match.

HANSON
"WAIT A MINUTE! NOW SUZUKI'S UP TO HIS FEET AND HE'S GOT DOOMSDAY!! HE'S SETTING HIM UP FOR...No way...can he do this? That's three hundred and twenty eight pounds!!"

To the amazement of the fans that weren't familiar with Minoru Suzuki's achievements, the 30 year veteran of the business, at 50 years old, positioned Doomsday as the referee shook his head to clear his vision. Suzuki reached down over and under Doomsday, lifting all three hundred and twenty eight pounds up to deliver the GOTCH STYLE PILEDRIVER!!!

HANSON
"THERE IT IS!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"GSP!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"GOTCH STYLE PILEDRIVER FROM SUZUKI TO DOOMSDAY!!!!"

HANSON
"WAIT, IS THIS WHAT RICK DICKULOUS WAS HOPING FOR?!"

As Doomsday laid limp on the mat, Minoru Suzuki rolled him over onto his back, covering him with a sadistic smile on his face. Referee James Greer crawled over and counted slowly....

ONE!!

....

TWO!!

....

THREE!!!!

~DING DING DING~

REYNOLDS
"YEEEEEEESSS!!!!"

HANSON
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?"

KLAZZIC
"Oh me and him gotta have a talk later!"

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen!! Here are your winners!! AAAAAAAND....NEEEEEEEEEW....NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING...TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!!! ZACK SABRE JUNIOR....AND MINORUUUUU SUZUUUUUUKIIIIIIII!!!!!!"

"Ichiban" played throughout the arena as Minoru Suzuki got to his feet and Zack Sabre Jr recovered, joining his partner in the ring. The two laid the boots to Doomsday for another moment or two before Referee James Greer was able to back them off so Doomsday could roll out of the ring. James Greer then took the NFW Tag Team Titles and handed them over to Suzuki and ZSJ where the two raised them up to the camera, in mocking celebration. Dripping wih sweat, ZSJ tapped the center plate of his belt.

"Hey! We told you, didn't we?! Didn't we?! Couple o'soft cunts, you are, Ultra-Violence..." Zack Sabre Junior panted as he backed away from the camera to let Minoru Suzuki get up to it.

"Dekireba sorera o torimodosu...." The King of Pro Wrestling grinned maliciously into the camera. "Suzuki-gun...Ichibaaaaaaan!!!" He said, raising up his finger before shoving the camera away from him.

A brief glimpse of Rick Dickulous showed the man looking satisfied at the result before he backed up through the crowd. The cameras jumped over to Ultra-Violence as they looked to be talking about what happened. Doomsday. Was. Furious! He finally snapped and kicked the steel steps loose, storming over and grabbed Roger Arden's microphone as he spotted Rick Dickulous in the crowd.

"RICK!!!!" He shouted, at the top of his lungs to get the man's attention. "Rick...I'm going...to fucking...destroy you...." He growled, dropping the mic to the floor and motioned for Belphegor to follow him back towards the locker rooms for now. The shot cut back to Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr, watching from the stage with mocking, satisfied smirks on their faces as the rest of Suzuki-gun came out onto the stage in their track suits to join and congratulate their team mates on their win.

KLAZZIC
"Oh Rick, what have you done? What - have you - done?!"

Winners: Minoru Suzuki/Zack Sabre Jr (New Champions!)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 22:18

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We cut to a video filmed a week ago where Shelley Silver is riding in a gondola in what appears to be a canal in Venice. As shot pulls back, we see that Shelley is actually in the Italian city where the streets are all rivers. "I was actually going to spend Easter in Paris," she started out with a frown. "But with the tragic events, my Easter service plans have changed. Then with the week off, I decided to take advantage and go on a little vacation. Some time to clear my mind. That being said," she leaned into the camera. "Clerance Fletcher Townsend è un suino incolto." She smirked as the sound of two men laughing could be heard from behind the camera. One not understanding what she said as much as the other. And where he may not have understood the words that Shelley had used, the man holding the camera seemed to know Shelley enough to have a good idea of what she was saying.

"I don't really have that much to say here," Shelley shrugged. "I have two other matches that night, and they are both about five million times more important than this one. And this is a fuckin' title match. I am defending the Silver Mountain Championship in a Hell in a Cell match and I'm not even batting an eyelash over it. You see, Clerance, you are literally the only one who doesn't seem to know that you don't actually deserve this match. I only gave it to you because you are a lamentosa, sacco di merda patetico who doesn't seem to know his place." She sighed, looking out at the scenery around her, "not that I am surprised, though. I've already voiced all of my reasons for believing this. One would have to be completamente pazzo to think that I'm even going to bother going there again. So I'm not."

"You see, New Frontier, I'm no stranger to holding titles. My fiance here..." she paused as Ace King turned the camera on himself and waved before turning it back to Shelley, "currently holds the title that I've held twice." She stated proudly, completely neglecting to include in the fact that she had failed as a champion after achieving the status. Losing it in her first defense both times. She knew that this time would be different. There were extenuating circumstances both times that she had lost the US title in EWC, but she wasn't the type to dwell on it. She looked up at Ace when he cleared his throat and giggled, "yes, yes babe... he has held this title for well over five hundred days and I can only hope to hold the Silver Mountain Championship for a fraction of that time."

She let out a long, dramatic sigh. "I really wish that there were more to say, but there truly isn't. I could repeat my previous rant against him in a mix of all the languages that I speak. But I would be beating that dead horse... in multiple languages. Clerance Fletcher Townsend will never be a champion of anything. Especially not the Silver Mountain Champion. I can't say that I blame you for going after this one, though. It's the only title in New Frontier Wrestling that is intergender. Deep inside, you know damn well that you will never beat any of the men in NFW. So why not try and go up against the ladies?" she smirked, leaning into the camera. "Lemme let you in on a little something, Cagacazzo, you think that you don't stand a chance against the men? Every single female on our roster will beat you ten times worse. Clerence Fletcher Townsend, che te pozzino ammazza!"

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