Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Apr 25, 2022 0:36:54 GMT -8
Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen!! We are finally here!! NFW Collision presents, Ascension III and what a wild ride it has been to this point!
Jim Reynolds: And what a wild fucking night it’s gonna be, Nicky! There’s a lot of animosity and hate built up between people on the card tonight!
Nick Hanson: You’re not wrong there, partner. Though, those two words mean the same thing! Anyway folks, welcome again t–
Jim Reynolds: Wait, what? What words mean the same thing?
Nick Hanson: Animosity and hate. They’re essentially the same. As kids would say today: congratulations, you played yourself.
Jim Reynolds: And as I’m apt to say and will probably say several more times tonight: Fuck you, Nicky!
Nick Hanson: Right then. Let’s not waste anymore time, folks! I’m Nick Hanson, joined by Jim Reynolds and it is TIME for NFW…ASCENSION!!
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We open up in pitch black, soft music playing in the background, nothing else before we finally start to hear the voice of Arianrhod as she begins to sing.Arianrhod: I hear you're alive, how disappointing
I've also survived, no thanks to you
Did I not bring you some glee
Chrissy, oh, look at me
Now I'll burn all the memories of you.
A light chuckle is heard by Arianrhod at the end of the verse, but still pitch black.
Arianrhod: All those lonely miles that you all ride
Now you'll all walk with no one by your side
Did you all ever even care
With your words and your stupid care?
Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you.
Arianrhod once again laughs as the lights come on and we see her standing just outside of the familiar walls of The Castle of the Kingdom and Arianrhod begins to walk.
Arianrhod: What for d'you all yearn?
It's the point of no return
After everything we did, we saw
You all turned your back on me
What for d'you all yearn?
Watch that Kingdom burn.
Arianrhod stops as there’s a set of doors, outside of the massive home of the The Kingdom, those who know, know these doors to lead down to the Bunker of Jasmine Matthews.
Arianrhod: At the end of my days when I'm through
No word that I've written will ring quite as true as "burn!"
Burn, Queenie, burn
Burn, Queenie, burn
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
Watch me burn all the memories of you.
And with that, Arianrhod lights a book of matches and tosses them to the ground as flames shoot up behind her, but not quite making it to the doors as she laughs and begins to walk off.
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We open up inside of the locker room of Christina Olson. She’s already dressed and ready for her match tonight, but her expression is very somber and uneasy right now.Christina Olson: Tonight, I go out there and I face someone I’ve known for years, someone I consider my best friend. Everyone tells me that this person I’m facing ain’t Lily, that it’s something different, something much more violent and evil than she ever could be. When I look her in the eyes, I see Lily still in there, fighting to come back out, wanting to put this darkness away again.
Christina stands up and she begins to pace around the room a little bit.
Christina Olson: Tonight, it’s tough for me. I swore that I’d never fight my best friend, that I would always protect her. I swore that I would always have her back, but she’s made it perfectly clear right now. She’s wanted my attention for weeks now, she wanted this fight and I gave in and gave it to her. Arianrhod, she wants to try and take me out, destroy everything Lil loves so she has no will to fight on and stays locked away forever. I guess in her sick, twisted mind, I’m just the first step.
Christina stops as she looks right into the camera now, finally a bit of focus being shown on her face.
Christina Olson: I promise you, Lily, I will find a way to bring you back. I will help rescue and save you from this dark entity inside of you. I need you back, the girls need you back. Hell, the fans need you back! We all need you back, Lily and I won’t stop until that happens. I don’t care what you do to me tonight, Arianrhod, because I won’t stop until you release my best friend and go back into the darkness where you belong. I have to keep fighting because I don’t know anything else. Tonight, it ends, Arianrhod and I get my Lily back.
Christina sits back down, wiping a tear from her face as the scene fades out.
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Match #1/Singles
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
Hear the call for all and the chosen ones
Far away, but all like one
Come together, we've just begun
Chant till Valhalla comes
Chanting till Valhalla comes
Far away, but all like one
Come together, we've just begun
Chant till Valhalla comes
Chanting till Valhalla comes
As the music hits, the warrior is seen dropping down to the floor, sword hitting the ground first as the lights come on and we see Christina Olson, on one knee, head down, and wings spread out.
Crowd:
Arise!
Into the final battle
There's a fire in my blood
Arise!
Into the final battle
There's a fire in my blood
Crowd:
Let's fight!
Through the shadowland
There is light to lead us all
Let's fight!
Through the shadowland
There is light to lead us all
Roger Arden: Introducing first, from The Halls of Valhalla! Weighing in at 120lbs! She is The Firestarter…CHRISTINA…OLSON!
Christina throws her head up and gets to her feet and throws her fist into the air and makes her way towards the ring. She gets to the ring as the chorus hits. She walks around the ring, getting the fans to sing along a little to the chorus of the song as she does the same thing.
Crowd:
Come with me, through the fire!
Burning so real!
And tonight, we rise higher!
Sworn to the steel!
Come with me, through the fire!
Burning so real!
And tonight, we rise higher!
Sworn to the steel!
Chrissy loses the wings and drops them to the floor as she hops up onto the apron and gets into the ring with a cocky, yet confident grin on her face and she runs to the top rope and backflips off as the music fades out. It’s then, however, that she loses her forced smile and turns towards the stage with a stricken, debilitated look on her face as…
Roger Arden: Her opponent…weighing in at 115lbs… This is…ARIANRHOD!!
“Reign of the Dark” continues as Arianrhod proceeds to step towards the ring, slowly and methodically. However, every few steps, the lights around her blink completely out and reilluminate several feet up ahead. It’s as if Arianrhod is…”porting” or shifting through the air ever several seconds until she’s standing on the apron atop the steps. One more blink of the lights and there she is up in the face of her opponent, a sinister smile on her painted mouth under her mask.
Nick Hanson: The staredown between two long running tag team partners…
Jim Reynolds: I hate this, Nicky. What has happened to The Kingdom?!
Christina swallows as she stares into the eyes of her former tag team partner. Her best friend. One that was like her sister. She slowly steps back, shaking her head as she moves to her corner. Arianrhod never takes her eyes off of her and that smile never fades from her face until she finally turns to go to her own corner and waits for the match to start.
~DING DING DING~
The bell sounds and Christina is hesitant to even come out of her corner as she stares at the masked Arianrhod. Arianrhod is standing there, laughing, taunting Christina to come and fight. Christina takes a deep breath and she nods her head as she finally gets her game face on and steps out of the corner towards the masked woman. Arianrhod grins as she charges in and takes Christina down to the mat and into a mounted position. Arianrhod leans down and begins to bite at the forehead of Christina who squirms free and tosses Arianrhod off of her. This reprieve doesn’t last though as Arianrhod charges right at Christina, but she manages to avoid the masked woman and dump her out to the floor.
Christina gets up to her feet and she looks down at Arianrhod before she hits the ropes. She rebounds off them and looks for a dive to the outside, but she stops dead in her tracks, just shaking her head.
Jim Reynolds: Christina can’t seem to go after Arianrhod.
Nick Hanson: She can’t bring herself to fight the person who looks like her best friend, Jim.
This pause opens up the door for Arianrhod who grabs the ankles of Christina and pulls her out to the floor. Arianrhod delivers forearms to the head of Christina before sending her face first into the ring post. Arianrhod grabs Christina and uses the apron as a launch pad and delivers a tornado DDT on the floor. Arianrhod gets up and just begins laughing as she drags Christina over towards the ring steps. She pulls the steps out from the ring post and slides the head of Christina between the steps and ring post. She gets a maniacal grin on her face as she backs up to get a running start. She charges, but as she comes in, Christina is able to get out and deliver a drop toe hold on Arianrhod that sends her face first into the ring steps.
This though only seems to anger the masked woman. She stands up and screams before she delivers a kick to the knee of Christina which causes it to give out. She then backs up a few steps and charges in, delivering a spikeranna onto the floor. She picks Christina up and sends her into the ring finally. Arianrhod slides into the ring and picks Christina up before she delivers not one, not two, but three straight The Dreamings. She goes for the cover.
1…
2…
Arianrhod picks Christina up by the hair, breaking the pin up.
2…
Arianrhod picks Christina up by the hair, breaking the pin up.
She laughs as she holds the head of Christina and grins as she brings Christina to her feet. She hooks the arms of Christina and this time, she delivers two more Dragon’s Ire before she finally decides to lock Christina in the Dark Ending. As soon as she does, the referee calls for the bell as Christina is clearly already out. Arianrhod holds onto the submission for a few extra moments, laughing the entire time before finally breaking it and rolling out of the ring and just leaving with Christina laying motionless in the middle of the ring.
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Here is your winner by way of submission, Arianrhod!
Jim Reynolds: This Arianrhod is dangerous, and she’s planning on dismantling the Kingdom one member at a time!!
Nick Hanson: Someone needs to figure out a way to free Lilith from this prison and bring her back soon!!
Winner: Arianrhod
Result: Submission
Result: Submission
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We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Crystal Zdunich. She is super focused as she looks right into the cameras. Tonight she was wearing an Alexandra Caldwell t shirt. She cracks a grin as she begins to speakCrystal Zdunich: So here we are and tonight it seems like I will do better with River Chance herself. To be honest I honestly can’t wait to get inside of the ring and take on River. She has talked a lot of shit and it’s about time I put her in her place.
Crystal nods her head as she continues to speak.
Crystal Zdunich: You see River I want to stand here and respect you. I want to give you the benefit of the doubt. I want to honestly appreciate you for what you are able to do, however as soon as you mentioned my name. I felt disrespected. I felt like there was no other path to be taken and you led us to being here. So if you want to go about a fight, tonight I am going to give you one huge war. I am going to decimate you and I am finally going to put myself right on the map.
Crystal keeps looking at the camera as she speaks some more.
Crystal Zdunich: Tonight I am going to beat the living shit out of you River. You stand in my way of getting my first big PPV win and I have been eluded from receiving that for so long. I refuse to be denied and I especially won’t lose to somebody like you. I have been doing this for a while and you don’t understand that I simply want this win but more importantly I need this win and I will be damned if I lose to you in trying to get it!
Crystal shakes her head in disgust as she continues to share her heart.
Crystal Zdunich: Honestly under different circumstances we might have been friends. We could have gotten close but the way I felt disrespected by you just lets me know that I can’t afford to take any shit from you. Tonight there will be no more words. It will only be me putting you in your place and showcasing why I am indeed the best wrestler in the world today. Bring on your absolute best but rest assured it just won’t be enough. See you soon, and you will see that nothing will ever stop this rose from blossoming.
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Match #2/Singles
The entire arena fades to black as we are left in nothing but darkness. All of a sudden Crystal's voice can be heard all throughout the speaker systems.
"YOUR SMILE MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE... THANK YOU FOR WAKING ME UP!!!!"
As soon as that is said explosions can be heard going off as we are treated to some flame pyros.
Roger Arden:: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 115 pounds, accompanied to the ring this evening by her wife, Seleana Zdunich, CRYSTAL ZDUNICH!!
Nick Hanson: This is an interesting surprise tonight!
Jim Reynolds: She wanted to show off one too many times, Nick!
Nick Hanson: Show off?
Jim Reynolds: She brought her wife to even more than a front row seat to her execution tonight! What else could it be?
Roger Arden:: And her opponent, from Ann Arbor, Michigan and weighing in at 170 pounds, representing the Kingdom, this is RIVER CHANCE!!!
Nick Hanson: We’ve seen a new aggression lately from River.
Jim Reynolds: In some cases, it was necessary!
Nick Hanson: Hayley Halsey even got her to say things we’ve never heard nor expected to hear from River even when it comes to Crystal!
Jim Reynolds: Hayley Halsey just has that effect on people, Nick. Go ask Griffin Hawkins and Jansen Myrrh!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Crystal exhales heavily as she stares across the ring at her much larger opponent. Her manager and wife, Seleana, stands on the floor nodding her head, urging Crystal on into the battle ahead. River Chance looks across the ring at Crystal and slightly tilts her head to the right. Crystal nods and starts towards the center of the ring, Seleana nodding her head in encouragement. River starts walking as well. Crystal picks up the pace and rushes into an attempt at a flying head scissors. River catches her around the waist as Crystal tries to swing around. River pulls her back up and starts to powerbomb her down. Crystal tries to jump over but River is able to hold her in a fireman’s carry position. Crystal tries for a crucifix pin but River throws her feet up, kicking her legs out and turning into a Samoan drop instead. Crystal hits hard and grimaces in pain as River rolls over for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
River backs off and stands up, taking a step back to allow herself some space. Crystal rolls over to the ropes, grabs the bottom one and starts to pull herself up to a vertical base. She pauses at one knee and looks over at River to take in the situation and reassess her plan of attack. River watches intently as Crystal slowly rises. Crystal comes off the ropes, jumps up and goes for a springboard moonsault. River moves surprisingly quickly into a discus lariat that drills Crystal out of midair and flips from inverted to flat on her back upon impact on the mat. River drops down for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!!
Nick Hanson: I think I’m with the crowd here, Jim, how the hell did Crystal not just get ended by that lariat from River?
Jim Reynolds: She’s got something to prove here, Nick. Maybe having a manager again is helping. Maybe it being her wife tonight is inspiring. Or maybe she’s just a glutton for punishment who doesn’t know when she should quit to live and fight another day!
Nick Hanson: Surely you can’t really believe that? That woman has done things in other places…
Jim Reynolds: And how many of those mean anything when River Chance just hit you like a tree branch falling out of the sky as if she was a living Louisiville Slugger?
River sits up, looking down on the fallen and still visibly in pain Crystal. Seleana calls out to her wife from the corner, trying to urge Crystal on. River grabs her opponent by the blue hair and pulls her to her feet. Crystal punches River in the face and eats a head butt for her efforts. Crystal wobbles on her feet as River maintains her grip on the staggered woman’s hair. Crystal runs to the ropes, runs up the ropes and spins into a kick that catches River completely by surprise. River releases her grip and staggers back a step. Crystal jumps into a dropkick. Again, River is caught completely unaware and staggers a step back. Crystal stands up and snaps off the Flashing Lights. River goes down and Crystal covers.
ONE!
TWO!
RIVER KICKS OUT!
TWO!
RIVER KICKS OUT!
Crystal jumps up, runs to the ropes and then goes into the Smell the Roses. She lands the handspring moonsault and holds for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
RIVER KICKS OUT!
TWO!
RIVER KICKS OUT!
River rolls Crystal over into a cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
Crystal reverses the cradle and River kicks out before a count can be made. River gets to her feet and pulls Crystal up to her feet again. Crystal tries for a punch and River catches the arm. Crystal jumps up into a kick to the head and River is stunned again. Crystal runs to the ropes and comes off with a springboard high knee strike that Knocks River doesn hard. Crystal covers, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
RIVER KICKS OUT!
TWO!
RIVER KICKS OUT!
Nick Hanson: Where is this coming from? Crystal should have been obliterated by that lariat earlier…
Jim Reynolds: Desperation! She knows if she has any chance at all at damming this River, she better get to it quick or she’s gonna be washed away!
Nick Hanson: We’ve seen Crystal perform like that before!
Jim Reynolds: That’s just it, Nick! WE have NOT seen her perform like that! We’ve heard stories of who she is supposed to be but we have seen precious little of it for ourselves and if she doesn’t hurry things along here, we’re gonna see even less!
Crystal gets to her feet and rushes across the ring. She rebounds off the ropes and comes back for an attempt at a flying forearm shot. River climbs to her feet and then catches Crystal just as she arrives. River throws Crystal straight up and then watches as the blue-haired woman plummets down, flailing like an animal that’s just been tossed over a cliff and can feel the fall on the way down. Crystal crashes to the mat and River drops an elbow to her back. Crystal grimaces, gritting her teeth in pain. River stands up, pulling Crystal up with her by the hair again. River runs Crystal fce first into the top turnbuckle. Crystal is stunned on impact and starts to almost bounce, swaying on her feet. River scoops her up and military presses her above her head. River takes a fw step and then drops Crystal behind her, running the ropes as soon as she has let the other woman fall from that height. Crystal crashes to the mat again and rolls over to her back, almost in shock from the pain newly coursing through her body. River rebounds off the ropes, runs over to Crystal and performs a running splash. She hooks the small woman’s legs for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
CRYSTAL JUST BARELY KICKS OUT!
TWO!
THR-NO!
CRYSTAL JUST BARELY KICKS OUT!
River stands back up and looks down at the clearly dazed and confused Crystal. River nods slightly and grabs the blue hair again. She pulls Crystal up and then hooks her in a front facelock. River picks Crystal up for a vertical suplex and then holds her there so that Crystal is straight up in the air, perfectly inverted but suspended in stalled action. The crowd gasps at the sight of River holding Crystal there for what seems like days, stalling, stalling, stalling, stalling. She slowly turns, shuffling her feet so that she can effectively show Crystal to the second side of the ring, again, just holding her there in the suplex, stalling, stalling, stalling, stalling. River turns and shuffles her feet a second time, turning Crystal to show her to the third side of the ring. A third tune brings Crystal to be facing the fourth side, now having done a nar complete revolution. River takes a step forward and then turns it again, driving Crystal down into a powerslam out of the suplex. They hit the mat with such force, they bounce in place before River can hook the leg for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!!!
CRYSTAL GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
THRE-NO!!!
CRYSTAL GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Nick Hanson: I can’t believe the feat of strength we just witnessed from River!
Jim Reynolds: I can’t believe Crystal didn’t just die right there! Doesn't she know when she's beaten? River is going to break her in half if she keeps going!
Nick Hanson: I told you, Crystal has more to offer than what you think she does and she’s showing it right now!
Jim Reynolds: And I’m telling you if she doesn’t just eat this one now, River’s gonna hurt her bad and everyone’s gonna wonder why nothing was done to save Crystal from herself!
River gets up and runs to the ropes. She comes off and drops a big leg. River rolls over and covers again.
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
River pulls Crystal to her feet and kicks her, looking for a powerbomb. Crystal swings around into a tilt-a-whirl ddt. Seleana slaps the mat and calls out to her wife, urging her on! Crystal trunks and crawls to the ropes, pulling herself to her feet. River staggers up herself. Crystal steps back from the ropes. The two walk into each other and Crystal reaches back, grabbing Rover’s head. Crystal runs up the ropes, flipping over into Flame On. Crystal goes to the corner and climbs to the top with a sense of urgency never shown before. She nods and leaps off into the Rose Prism Power. Crystal covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Crystal Zdunich!
Nick Hanson: By God, she did it! Crystal did it!
Jim Reynolds: There’s no way that just happened!
Nick Hanson: It happened, Crystal just defeated River Chance!
Jim Reynolds: I don’t believe it!
Seleana slides into the ring and helps her wife to her feet. The referee raises Crystal’s hand in victoria dn Seleans takes her into her arms, embracing her wife lovingly.
Winner: Crystal Zdunich
Result: Pinfall
Result: Pinfall
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Ascension cuts to the entrance way of the arena where NFW Perseverance Champion Hayley Halsey is standing right nearby it. The look on her face indicates incredible reluctance to even walk into the building. She knows that the camera is on her and she doesn’t even know what to say at this point. It appears that for once, Hayley is left absolutely speechless. She’s wearing a t-shirt that says “conspiracy victim” on it. She’s looking like she’s seen a ghost and at this point, it’s almost as if there is a look of defeat in her eyes. That empty stare remains prevalent for a few more moments before she at least TRIES to express her thoughts…Hayley Halsey: None of this is fair… like… none of this is fair. The Griffin trade. The match that Hughes won. The assaults on my boyfriend. The entire conspiracy that has led me to this point. None of it is fair. I have run out of ideas to avoid this match. I guess my only prayer in hell is if a meteor comes out of nowhere and crushes me. What the fuck am I going to do? How am I going to get through this? I have no back up. There’s going to be an enforcer that doesn’t like me. The odds are STACKED against me as part of a successful conspiracy by the powers that be that was even backed by the President of the United States when I attempted to petition for him to stop the match only for him to say ‘no’.
ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?
ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY THAT YOU HAVE MADE A MARTYR OUT OF ME?
Like I’ve been saying, I have been the VICTIM ALL ALONG! THIS ISN’T FUCKING FAIR!
I am being persecuted!
You might as well call this company Salem Championship Wrestling and turn back the clock to 1692 because I might as well be set up to be burned at the stake! It’s like they don’t give a SHIT about my well being! It’s like they didn’t learn anything from what happened to me in December. They know that there is trauma from that, no pun intended, but they don’t care! THey just want to feed me to the lions so that you stupid, mindless, cock sniffing BASTARDS can be ENTERTAINED because GOD KNOWS you can NEVER be entertained watching Ashley Kenyon wrestle! Some day, the scumbags will be exposed as REPTILIAN OVERLORDS! I am fighting not just for my title, I am fighting for my LIFE!
I am being sentenced to DEATH tonight and IT ISN’T FAIR! This is the biggest INJUSTICE in American history since the WATERGATE SCANDAL! This is WORSE than FIFA RIGGING the votes for Qatar to host the world cup four years from now. This is WORSE than the umpires RIGGING THE 2016 WORLD SERIES!
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW YOU REPTILIAN OVERLORD MOTHERFUCKERS?!?!?!
YOU SHAPESHIFTING ANIMORPH BITCHES!!!!!!
It’s the only explanation for how the powers that be can be ANIMALS toward me forcing someone sweet and innocent like me to be led to SLAUGHTER! I deserve NONE of this! I am a GODDESS! I AM SPECIAL! I AM THE MOST ENTERTAINING WRESTLER TO HIT NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING OF ALL TIME! I DESERVE SPECIAL TREATMENT! I DESERVE A LAMBORGHINI DIABLO AS COMPENSATION! I DESERVE TO BE AN HONORARY MEMBER OF THE ST. LOUIS CARDINALS!!!!!
ANIMALS! You are all ANIMALS!
Hayley pauses as a group of NFW security shows up.
Hayley Halsey: What the fuck do you want?
One of the security guards hands Hayley a note that she reads allowed.
Hayley Halsey: You are hereby ordered to enter the arena right now! NO!!!!! NEVER!!!!! I WILL NOT ENTER THAT BUILDING! I WILL NOT GO THROUGH WITH THIS TITLE DEFENSE!!!!! I WILL NOT BE LED TO SLAUGHTER! I WILL NOT FIGHT IN SOMETHING BARBARIC!!!!!
All of the security guards pick Hayley up off the ground.
Hayley Halsey: NO! PUT ME DOWN MOTHERFUCKERS! NO!!!!!!!
The security guards begin to carry her inside while she helplessly kicks and screams…
Hayley Halsey: YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hayley continues to scream “NO” to deafening levels as they literally carry her inside of the building and a waiting security guard slams and locks the door shut to ensure that she doesn’t leave. The crowd cheers very loudly for this as the scene fades out.
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We head to the back where Griffin Hawkins is sitting on the bottom of the stairs, leading to the boiler room, dressed in ripped black jeans and a Nirvana T-Shirt. He lays his head back against the wall, beginning to speak.Griffin Hawkins: When I was a child...I had dreams of loneliness. I had a hatred that drove me mad. As I grew older I started to feel that I didn't belong anywhere. Told by authority figures that I'd never amount to anything....told by my so called "friends" in the wrestling business that I would never be anything other than some gimmick. I stopped listening to the voices who dragged me down to their level and I rose up. I fought on when people told me I'd never be a World Heavyweight Champion...I nearly destroyed myself to prove that I am a main eventer. Those same people who tried to hold me down are no longer in the business...as I have outlasted them all. What I have done is Persevere...I fought my whole life just to get to this place and time. And how? Because I take responsibilitiy for my actions right or wrong.
He runs his hand through his hair.
Griffin Hawkins: Perseverance...she doesn't even know the meaning of the word...she probably can't spell it without the aid of google. She would rather have you believe there is a conspiracy against her, like the whole world is out to get her. When in reality she knows how to dish it out, but she can't take it. She been avoiding this TLC Match for months because she is scared of losing the belt to me. She knows that one on one...I can beat her. She has tried every resource there is to get this match canceled, and they all failed. Bodyguards...boyfriends...judges...trying to purposely lose just so the company can go under and she gets out of facing me. Are those the acts of a champion? No...those are the acts of a desperate coward who is at the end of her rope. Right now..the battle is about to take place, it's time to end this.
He cracks his knuckles before continuing.
Griffin Hawkins: Hayley...you seem to blame me for everything gone wrong in your life. Your family drama, your personal life....I guess your Mommy and Daddy didn't love you enough and kicked you out when they found out about what you are. Well if you're going to air your dirty laundry for the world to see...I'm going to talk about mine. See..I was kicked out of my home by my Father at 17 years old after I was expelled from school because they found weed in my locker. I slept on park benches and subways because I had nowhere to go. Hell, due to my past with substance abuse issues I barely even remember half of my adult life..but you know what? I'm okay with that. Because I learned to turn negatives into positives...you only know how to turn positives into negatives. You talk about perseverance? You blame me for all your hardships? Bitch you don't know what hardships is. You know what hardships was to me back then? It's working 9 to 5 in a job that I absolutely hate...and then going to the next job that I hate even more just to make it all work. Hardships was my old man who disowned me and cut me off from my family..and now I have to restructure my life. This bullshit hardship you're going through is nothing but a desperate grab for sympathy. But you will experience real hardship when I take back my title.
He has a look of determination on his face.
Griffin Hawkins: And the saddest part about all this is you actually have talent. I mean..anyone who's held a world title in their career definitely has done something right. Yet the minute that a challenge comes your way...you just try to cheaply back door your way out of it so you can avoid it. You've been avoiding me for many months....I guess I really put the fear of God into you. A real champion fights all comers. A real champion doesn't run away from a fight and hide behind their cronies. You have the chance to prove why you are the Perseverance Champion...yet you would rather do the easiest thing and run away. You know why? Because you're afraid. You have been afraid your entire life because now that you're in the center stage...you are worried that you are going to choke under the pressure. You can make all the excuses you want over this match happening...but tonight...Tables...Ladders...Chairs, there's nowhere left for you to run or hide. You're a sad little girl Hayley...and now it's time for you to grow up and pay for everything you have done."
He gets up, looking at the camera.
Griffin Hawkins: So tell me Hayley...what's your next plan? I mean in our last triple threat match you had your roid freak bodyguard jump me from behind all so you could get out of facing me..you went to the court room to get my match result with him reversed so you could book your own match that benefits you. Hell..you even had Hughes jump me from behind in the hopes that it softens me up for Acension III. And even after all that has failed...suddenly you're the victim of it all. It's always everyone around you that's out to get you. Your bloated paranoia compiled with your childish behavior whenever something goes wrong only exposes your inferiority complex..but maybe I'm going about this all wrong…
He begins to paace.
Griffin Hawkins: Maybe...this is normal. Maybe you are the victim in all this. After all...you were the one who inserted yourself in the Perseverance Title picture by jumping me from behind after my match was over so you can further your unhealthy obsession with me..spurned that I rejected your advances months earlier as you're reduced to an impotent simp who is only latching onto you for relevancy. Then you should already expect that you would face me in a rematch instead of coming up with every scheme in the book to get out of it as if you were trying to avoid a Dentist's appointment. You throw jealous tantrums whenever I or anyone you despise succeeds whether it be in this company or outside this company because you can't take it that the whole world doesn't revolve around you..
He laughs a bit.
Griffin Hawkins: But guess what....tonight it will. Because the match you have been trying to get out of for months now is finally going to happen. Jansen Myrrh is going to be on hand to make sure none of your flunkies get involved so it can be what it should've been a long time ago...you and me..one on one. No Cali Kate in this match so you can sit back and allow her to do most of the damage and swoop in for some cheap victory...it's one on one. You can't pin me...you can't make me submit...this match is built on punishment. Just how much can you take? Especially the comments you made about me, Stacy...and my family..thinking you'll be protected? All of it....it's going straight into this match. You say you know how to Persevere?..prove it tonight.
He walks off as we head back to the ring.
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Match #3/Tables, Ladders & Chairs
Roger Arden: The following contest is a TLC Match and it is for the NFW Perseverance Championship!
“The Demons Hate You”
“The Demons Hate You”
“The Demons Hate You”
“The Demons Hate You”
“The Demons Hate You”
“The Demons Hate You”
“The Demons Hate You”
The fans come to life as the opening dialogue from "Triumph of the King Freak" by Rob Zombie blares across the arena and Jansen Myrrh's graphic appears on the tron.
♫♫♫King Freak gathering the brains of hyenas
King Freak drinking blood in the arena
King Freak taste the vectors of disease
King Freak destroy you while you're on your knees
We ain't your execution
We ain't your head pollution
We ain't your flock of sheep
We ain't your minds to read♫♫♫
King Freak drinking blood in the arena
King Freak taste the vectors of disease
King Freak destroy you while you're on your knees
We ain't your execution
We ain't your head pollution
We ain't your flock of sheep
We ain't your minds to read♫♫♫
Jansen Myrrh's name comes across the screen as her music continues to play. Jansen Myrrh finally steps out of the shadows as she carries a steel folding chair with her. She glances from one side of the arena to the next and then just shakes her head in disgust as behind her. She finally strides down towards the ring. She’s dressed to wrestle with the addition of a leather jacket. She steps up into the ring, sets her cue stick in the corner before she moves from one side of the ring to the next and flips off the crowd and shakes her head until she finally removes her jacket and tosses it out of the ring and walks to her corner as her theme fades.
Roger Arden: Introducing first, the special guest enforcer, JANSEN MYRRH!!!
Nick Hanson: I also want somebody to try Jansen tonight!
Jim Reynolds: I don’t think they would enjoy the consequences!
Nick Hanson: No, but if Hayley or Hughes tries something…
Jim Reynolds: Hasn’t Hayley done enough already?
Roger Arden: Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!"
The crowd is cheering as Griffin makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.
He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.
Nick Hanson: This man has got a reckoning for the champion tonight!
Jim Reynolds: Why do you think she’s been so reticent of facing him?
Nick Hanson: She’s brought this on herself!
Jim Reynolds: True enough, but it doesn't change the facts!
Roger Arden: And his opponent! She is the defending NFW Perseverance Champion, accompanied to the ring by Curtus Hughes, this is HAYLEY HALSEY!!!
Nick Hanson: She definitely does not look happy to be here at all!
Jim Reynolds: Of course not! She hates matches like this and has been actively campaigning to be removed from it since it was announced!
Nick Hanson: And even before that she was trying to get out of fighting Griffin Hawkins again!
Jim Reynolds: It’s a double whammy for her, Nick!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Hayley Halsey stands in the ring looking around in a near panic at having to actually be standing in the ring tonight. Griffin Hawkins stands across from her trying to decide if he should be angry at her mere presence, happy to finally have his hands on her or laughing at the lengths she’s gone to get out of this only to fail to get out of this. Hayley looks back at her bodyguard, Curtis Hughes, and starts to instruct him. As the big man stands there receiving his marching orders, Jansen Myrrh walks over and points at him. The big man simply glares back at her but says nothing. Hayley starts jumping up and down, her hands balled into fists as she screams at Jansen for being in on things. The crowd starts chanting at her.
Crowd: GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Hayley starts screaming at the crowd even more.
Hayley Halsey: Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!!!
The crowd continues on with its chant.
Crowd: GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Hayley Halsey covers her ears and starts shaking her head.
Hayley Halsey:You idiots, shut UP! This is so unfair! It’s a conspiracy and even the government is trying to fuck me out of my championship!!!!
Crowd: GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU! GRIFFIN’S GONNA KILL YOU!
Nick Hanson: These people really do not like Hayley Halsey!
Jim Reynolds: Does anyone like hayley Halsey? Even the people who would normally support her against certain others tend to find something about her to say, “No thanks, I can drive.” at her.
Nick Hanson: This crowd has turned that volume up tonight! I think all of that scheming to get out of this match is really coming back to haunt her now!
Jim Reynolds: She’s made that bed, now she gets to be fucked in it!
Griffin shrugs and points to himself playfully, like he would never do such a thing and can’t believe the fans would ever want to suggest he would. Hayley sees him out of the corner of her eye, wheels on him and stands up, pointing accusingly.
Hayley Halsey: YOU did this! You wanna fuck me so bad! You ahve ALWAYS wanted to fuck me! You can’t have it! It’s MINE! Do you hear me? Mine! Mine! MINE!
Griffin can only grin and seemingly direct the crowd’s attention to Hayley again. Suddenly they change their chant to a different one, this time with hand claps.
Crowd: Hay-ley Half-wit! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Hay-ley Half-wit! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Hay-ley Half-wit! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Hay-ley Half-wit! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Hay-ley Half-wit! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Hay-ley Half-wit! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Hay-ley Half-wit! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap*
Hayley’s eyes practically bug out of her head with anger as she charges recklessly at Griffin. Griffin steps back and then waits and catches her with a drop toehold that lands her across the bottom rope. Griffin runs across the ring, rebounds off the far ropes and comes back like he’s going to go for a tiger feint kick but he slides out to the floor, trunks and delivers a wicked uppercut to her jaw instead. Hayley falls back off the rope to the mat and Griffin starts looking for his first implement of destruction.
Crowd: Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up!
Nick Hanson: The fans are basically ordering Griffin Hawkins to go hardcore here whether he really wants to or not!
Jim Reynolds: Hayley Halsey just has that effect on people!
Nick Hanson: I suppose we’ll see what that translates to with our resident Jukebox Hero tonight!
Jim Reynolds: It means if these hot blooded fans get what they want, Hayley Halsey is gonna get sent to some place that says urgent with double vision and Griffin will never have to be shown what love is ever again because these people will have shown him!
Griffin starts looking around for things and Hayley gets up to all fours, looking around frantically. She points at a ladder and instructs Hughes to get it for her. Jansen Myrrh steps in to obstruct his path, shaking her head as she does so. Hayley sits up on her knees, horrified.
Hayley Halsey: YOU! You’re trying to FUCK me too!
Griffin grabs a chair and slides it into the ring. He looks around and gets a table, hoisting it up and sliding it in right next to the chair. Hayley runs over and executes a baseball slide to the edge of the table. The table hits Griffin violently in the head and he falls down hard. Hayley turns and starts frantically waving at Hughes again. Jansen pivots so that Hughses can’t get by her and Hayley detonates again.
Hayley Halsey: Somebody make That Bitch stop trying to fuck me! Call security! Call the police! Call the 82nd Airborne! Call Congress! I’m being fucked live on pay-per-view and this is not right!
Griffin starts to get up on the floor and hears Hayley screaming bloody murder. He glances over and sees Jansen standing between Hughes and any help he might be able to give Hayley. Griffin nods and stumbles to his feet, grabbing a ladder as he does so. He slides it into the ring and the crowd comes alive all over again.
Crowd: Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up!
Griffin dives into the ring and grabs the chair. Hayley gets to her feet, still pointing at Hughes and Jansen. Suddenly, as the crowd roars back to life, a realization starts to set in on her. She stops screaming and slowly turns around. The bloody Griffin runs over and skateboards the chair up into a dropkick Van Daminator right in the mush. Hayley goes down like she’s been shot and the crowd cheers wildly.
Nick Hanson: I think Griffin just made her bleed!
Jim Reynolds: Tit for tat, she got him with that table edge. Only fair he gives her the receipt with the chair.
Nick Hanson: I think it’s gonna take more than that to give her the receipt she deserves!
Jim Reynolds: We’ve got enough furniture around here to give her a lifetime supply!
Griffin sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and then goes and etrives the table. He sets it in the corner and then slides out to the floor to get more tables. The crowd roots him on, chanting their approval at him.
Crowd: Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles! Ta-bles!
Griffin sets up two on the floor and then brings in a second one to the ring. As he sets it up next to the ladder, Hayley finally gets to her feet against the ropes. Griffin starts to climb but Hayley dropkicks the ladder. It wobbles and shakes just enough to make Griffin jump off on the other side. Hayley jumps onto the ladder and starts to climb. Griffin reaches up and pulls her down. Hayley scratches at his eyes and then kicks him low. Griffin falls to his knees.
Hayley Halsey:That’s for trying to fuck me!
Hayley starts to climb again, taking her sweet time as the crowd boos her out of the building. Reveling in both the attention and the enmity of the fans, she starts blowing kisses out, enjoying every second. Griffin crawls over to the chair and grabs it, forcing himself to his feet. Hayley gets about halfway up and waves to everyone beauty queen style with a huge arrogant smile on her face. Griffin moves in behind her with the chair, rears and blasts her between the shoulder blades. Hayley cries out in pain at the sudden searing agony. Griffin rears back and nails her again. Hayley’s left foot starts to slide as she reaches up for safety and victory, watching the championship dangle tantalizingly above her.
Crowd: Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up! *Clap Clap* Fuck her up, Griffin, fuck her up!
Griffin rears back and nails her a third time in the back with the chair. Hayley crows out again. She starts to slide down and goes down a rung. Griffin rears back and blasts her a fourth time and Hayley falls backwards off the ladder, crumpling to the mat. Griffin steps back and then holds the chair aloft as the crowd cheers him on!
Crowd: GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN! GRIF-FIN!
Griffin walks around to the other side with the wider steps and starts his ascent. Hayley turns and crawls to the dodge of the rings and points at Jansen.
Hayley Halsey:You… you FUCKED me!
Jansen rolls her eyes and turns to face Hayley, staring at her like she has an obvious screw loose and a second head sprouting somewhere. Griffin continues climbing. As he approaches the top of the ladder, Hughes dashes right past the now distracted Jansen. He dives in, grabs the bottom of the ladder and tops it so that Griffin goes flying off the ladder over the top rope. Griffin plummets down and crashes through the tables set up at ringside.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Hughes turns around and grabs Hayley, putting her on his shoulders. He makes his way around and starts to climb the ladder with Hayley being pushed skyward. Jansen dives in and grabs Hughes by his pants, pulling him down off the ladder. Hayley pivots and jumps onto the ladder while Jansen gets Hughes in front of her. Hughes and Jansen begin trading punches and the crowd explodes again.
Crowd: Fuck him up, Jansen, fuck him up! *Clap Clap* Fuck him up, Jansen, fuck him up! *Clap Clap* Fuck him up, Jansen, fuck him up! *Clap Clap* Fuck him up, Jansen, fuck him up! *Clap Clap* Fuck him up, Jansen, fuck him up! *Clap Clap* Fuck him up, Jansen, fuck him up! *Clap Clap* Fuck him up, Jansen, fuck him up! *Clap Clap* Fuck him up, Jansen, fuck him up!
Jansen and Hughes fight and then fall through the ropes to the floor. The two continue to go at it down there while Hayley looks up. She pulls herself up and makes her way, hand over hand, up to the top of the ladder. She reaches up and frantically tug at the belt, pulling it free.
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Hayley pulls herself up to the very top of the ladder so she can sit there, clutching her precious championship.
Roger Arden: Here is your winner and STILL the NFW Perseverance Champion…HAYLEY…HALSEY!!
Nick Hanson: I don’t believe it!
Jim Reynolds: Judging from the reaction, nobody can!
The crowd, having gone dead silent for a moment as Hayley freed the belt, now comes alive.
Crowd: Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap*
Nick Hanson: It doesn’t sound like anyone is happy about this…
Jim Reynolds: Except for Hayley Halsey!
Nick Hanson: So no one that matters!
Jim Reynolds: She’s the Champion. Unfortunately, she’s the only one who DOES matter!
Hayley smirks out at the crod hold her championship high up for the whole world to see.
Hayley Halsey:I told you! I told you!
Crowd: Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap* Fuck you, Hayley! *Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap*
Suddenly, Inarra Black slides out to the rafters on a zipline. She whizzes right up to Hayley, kicks her and then grabs the belt as she continues on her way out. Hayley, caught completely off-guard, tumb;s of the top of the ladder and falls back to Earth, crashing through the table set up next to the ladder.
Crowd: YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!! YES!!!
Nick Hanson: My God, Captain Inarra Black just slid right in and committed the perfect crime!
Jim Reynolds: She robbed Hayley Halsey of her most prized possession!
Nick Hanson: She was like a cannonball out of nowhere!
Jim Reynolds: and she sunk Hayley’s battleship!
Winner: Hayley Halsey
Result: TLC
Championship Retained (...sorta?)
Result: TLC
Championship Retained (...sorta?)
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The scene opens up in an empty backstage dock. The sound of approaching motorcycles is heard. It's quickly easy to recognize the Sela's KTM 1290 Super Duke R and Abigail's Honda CB4X before Abigail comes to a stop. Sela pops a wheelie and continues to donut around Abigail for a moment. Finally she comes to a stop facing opposite from Abigail and lifts the visor to her helmet. Sela Rica-Lark: Everything that started after Invasion has led to this. Tonight, we go back against Gallus Mag. Nearly a full year after they were sicced on us for little more than the crime of having fun.
Sela can be seen smirking from under her helmet.
Sela Rica-Lark: Of course, back then, you had the protection of Luthor Callaway. He's not here anymore. Just that scared intern who proved to be a healthier playmate than I ever would have anticipated.
Sela looks quickly to Abigail.
Sela Rica-Lark: I, of course, now regret I didn't share that with you, but that was another time. This is now, and now Gallus Mag defies us once again. But this time they have more than just righteous vindication on their side. They have the tag titles. For now.
Abigail removes her helmet so we can see her full face. Normally she is full of life. Today... she isn’t. Her beauty hasn’t faded one percent, the aura she normally exudes doesn’t shine through, she appears almost lifeless.
Abigail Lindsay: “I’m done talking...”
Abigail closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath. Reopening her eyes she continues.
Abigail Lindsay: “I am not in the mood for a soliloquy or waxing poetic about what is about to come. We know the road that led us here. The ups. The downs. The joys. The frustrations. No catchphrases. No more hype. We leave Gallus Mag unconscious and championship-less. Period. Lets do this!
Abigail puts her helmet back on. Her and Sela nod at each other. Both of them rev up their bikes as the scene fades to black.
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We cut just outside of the entrance to the parking lot of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Coliseum where we see the NFW Tag Team Champions, Gallus Mag, sitting on their respective bikes. Becca “Bruiser” Maguire is sitting on her Harley Sportster 1200 while “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire is sitting on her 2014 Harley Dyna Low Rider, their tag titles strapped around their waists as they both glare into the camera.Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: So here we fuckin’ are, lasses! Ascension III… Gallus Mag/Salacious Intent II… and ya’ll are comin’ for our tag titles!
Psycho nods grimly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye an’ we bae ready tae face ye in this one jess as we were last time! Wrestlin’ match, straet fight, makes n’difference tae us, Lasses!
Bruiser nods.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And what better match to have than this Full Throttle Mayhem match, aye?! Not only does this allow us to beat the ever lovin’ fuckin’ shite out o’ each other… but it’s kind o’ a little nod to family who are no longer with us!
Psycho nods slowly.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye…
She pauses and looks up at the sky.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I bae missin’ ye Shonn! I bae missin’ ye, Rynn! I hope we bae doin’ ye proud!
Bruiser also looks up at the sky and kisses her cross necklace and nods.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye. We’re all missin’ ya’ll, that’s for damn fuckin’ sure.
The older Shieldmaiden then focuses her attention back onto the camera.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And ya’ll know what else is for damn fuckin’ sure?! That after tonight?! After Full Throttle Mayhem?! That Gallus Mag will STILL be NFW Tag Team Champions! Gallus Mag will STILL be on top o’ the fuckin’ mountain!
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: A li’l bit o’ Mayhem….
She shrugs.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It ne’er did bae hurtin’ ennyone, did it?
Bruiser shakes her head.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Naw, lass. But Lindsay? Lark? We hope ya’ll are prepared for the biggest beatin’ o’ ya entire fuckin’ lives, lasses! Coz that’s exactly what ya’ll are gettin’ in mere moments!
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It’s bae whot we do, aye?
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Damn fuckin’ right, lass! Because Hell is empty…
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ th’ Maidens bae haer!
The two then give each other a fist bump before revving the engines on their bikes and then drive into the parking lot of the arena as we cut elsewhere.
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Match #4/Full Throttle Mayhem
Nick Hanson: Who came up with this idea?
Jim Reynolds: They did.
Nick Hanson: This is barbaric…
Jim Reynolds: Ain’t it cool?
"Apocalypse Now" by Cro-Mags is heard as Gallus Mag rides up on the other side of the circle on their bikes. The locals nod to both teams as the respective bikes are admired by all.
Nick Hanson: This just looks like insanity in search of pure violence!
Jim Reynolds: You say this like it’s a bad thing…
Nick Hanson: It might be.
Jim Reynolds: We’ll just have to wait and enjoy it!
Roger Arden:: The following match is a Full Throttle Mayhem Match and it is for the NFW Tag Team Championships. In order to win, one team must knock out both members of the other team inside the circle of bikes. Introducing first, the challenges, Sela-Rica Lark and Abigail Lindsay, SALACIOUS INTENT! Their opponents, accompanied to the fight by their manager and fellow Shieldmaiden, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, the current, reigning NFW Tag Team Champions, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” maguire, GALLUS MAG!!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Sela-Rica Lark and Abigail Lindsay step up off their bikes and walk into the center of the circle of other bikes, the local enthusiasts all revving their engines as Salacious Intent step up. Psycho and Bruiser step up off of their bikes and walk to the circle with Banshee right behind them. Banshee remains outside the circle as a non-combatant. Gallus Mag hands their championships off to the official and nod. Salacious Intent nod back and the engines rev again.
Nick Hanson: This is a most interesting set-up for a tag team championship match!
Jim Reynolds: This isn’t a match, it's a fight!
Nick Hanson: Why would challenge somebody like Gallus Mag to a fist fight? That seems ludicrous at best!
Jim Reynolds: Maybe they have a plan. I mean, they usually do and now they were properly motivated too!
The two teams nod and then start punches on each other. Psycho and Sela-Rica pair off while Bruiser and Abigail pair off the same way. Psycho and Sela-Rica hammer away on each other for a second before Psycho gets in a kick to the gut. Sela-Rica doubles over and Psycho follows up with a big forearm shot to the back of the head.
Bikers: OOOH!!!
Bruiser and Abigail start trading, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail. Blood starts to trickle down both faces. Sela-Rica comes back with a shot to Psycho’s solar plexus. Sela-Rica Gives an uppercut elbow strike. Psycho staggers back and falls onto her ass on the asphalt.
Bikers: OOOH!!!
Bruiser smashes an elbow shot to the face on Abigail. Abigail falls to one knee. Sela-Rica comes back at Psycho and eats a shot to her leg. Sela-Rica staggers back and Psycho jumps up into a forearm shot. Sela-Rica staggers back and Psycho snaps off a big kick that almost sends Sela-Rica flying out of the circle.
Bikers: OOOH!!!
Nick Hanson: They promised us a fight and that’s exactly what we’re getting!
Jim Reynolds: The bikers are definitely getting an up close and personal moment with these ladies beating the shit out of each other!
Nick Hanson: They really are going all out here!
Jim Reynolds: You expected something different?
Sela-Rica lands hard and as she starts to get up, Psycho comes running at her and cracks her again with a punch. Sela-Rica trunks and nails Psycho in the stomach. Psycho starts to double over and Sela-Rica gets a knee in and then brings down an elbow to the shoulder. Psycho comes back with an uppercut that knocks Sela-Rica off-balance. Psycho jumps into a kick that sends Sela-Rica out of the circle over by her own bike.
Bikers: OOOH!!!
Bruiser and Abigail start battering each other again. Abigail draws blood from a second place on Bruiser’s face and watches it roll down the tattooed Shieldmaiden’s face. Bruiser comes back with an uppercut that stuns Abigail. Bruiser gives her another and Abigail falls to one knee. Abigail comes back up with a forearm shot. The two start trading again. Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail, Bruiser, Abigail. Bruiser fires a kick that seems to launch Abigail clean out of the circle.
Bikers: OOOH!!!
.
Sela-Rica grabs something off her bike and comes back to the circle exactly where she left. Abigail goes to her bike and grabs something as well. She wanders around to the other side of the circle and comes back. Bruiser goes to meet Abigail as she comes in. Abigail raises whatever she grabbed and Bruiser screams, clutching at her eyes. Psycho turns to face her screaming wife and Abigail does the same thing to her. Sela-Rica walks up and punches Bruier in the mouth and Bruiser goes down. Psycho moves away from Abigail clutching at her eyes just like Bruiser was and Sela-Rica punches her. Psycho goes down as well.
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Roger Arden:: Here are your winners and NEW NFW Tag Team Champions, SALACIOUS INTENT!
Nick Hanson: What the hell just happened?
Jim Reynolds: Salacious Intent won, that’s what happened.
Nick Hanson: But what did they do?
Jim Reynolds: They did what they needed to do to win!
Winners: Salacious Intent
Result: Knockout
New Tag Team Champions!
Result: Knockout
New Tag Team Champions!
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Following the match, Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds begin building the next upcoming contest at the commentary table.Nick Hanson: Hell of a match, ladies and gentlemen. Congratulations to the winners but now it’s about to get a little more serious. We’ve beared witness, over the past several weeks, as one of the strongest friendships in this company - arguably in this business - has fractured into a bitter rivalry. Those two are about to, hopefully, settle whatever it is, in this ring here in a few moments, but right now, let’s take you to earlier today. Amanda Thorn sat down with the one who, you could say, threw the first punch.
Jim Reynolds: Oh boo-hoo!!
Nick Hanson: Ahem. Here’s that sit down now, Amanda Thorn with Morgan Payne.
From there, the shot shifts to the interview room where Amanda Thorn sits cross legged in a leather chair. Beside her, kicked back and just lounging out is The Kingdom’s own “War General”. Morgan sits in a pair of knee length baggy denim shorts with a pair of Chucks on her feet. She’s also wearing one of The Kingdom’s new branded merch line t-shirts under a black hoodie with a black skullcap on her head with two sets of letters: “BTK” on top, and “FTW” underneath. Acronyms for her own variation of The Kingdom’s motto.
Amanda Thorn: So, Morgan! How are you today? What’s up?
Morgan raises her eyebrows and shrugs her shoulders with a “tsk” sound.
Morgan Payne: You tell me. You da one wanted dis interview. Sup wif yew?
Not one to be thrown off track, Amanda moves right into the interview with a calm smirk.
Amanda Thorn: Well! Alright, then. You’ve got your match tonight, against your friend, Cass Bau–
Morgan Payne: Former...friend.
Morgan cuts Amanda off with those words and a raised finger to stress her point. Amanda smiles and nods apologetically.
Amanda Thorn: Right. Sorry. Former friend, Cass Baumer. Some have been anticipating this match ever since your brutal attack on her, several weeks ago on Collision.
Morgan doesn’t interrupt but she rolls her eyes, looking exasperated as Amanda continues.
Amanda Thorn: A lot of people are calling this match big. Perhaps one of the biggest of both your caree–
Morgan Payne: Aw cheese an’ crackers, stop! Stop! STOP!
Morgan sits forward in her chair and looks at Amanda incredulously. She shakes her head and shrugs her hands out, folding them together.
Morgan Payne: Is you serious, right nah? “Da most important match o’my career”? Who da fuck is you? Sittin’ back ‘ere, talkin’ ‘bout how important matches are to da mothafuckahs fightin in ‘em. Ya wanna know how important dis match is t’me on a career level? It ain’t shit! Most important match my ass. I’m ‘bout to walk aht there tonight an’ beat Cass Baumer’s ass for all her bullshit over da years. All da two facedness. All da backstabbin’. All da gahdamn fence ridin’ she been doin’. Am I gon’ enjoy it? Bet ya ass I am. How’s beatin’ her gonna progress my career?
Morgan scoffs, chuckles and shakes her head as she pulls out a pack of Newports and starts lighting one.
Amanda Thorn: You can’t–
Morgan Payne: Shut da fuck up.
She pauses to light the end of her cigarette, takes a deep drag and lets the smoke crawl from her lips as she continues speaking.
Morgan Payne: Like I was sayin’. How’s beatin’ Baumer’s ass gonna progress my career? It ain’t. I done more in dis company than she has. She could prolly gain somethin’ if she beat me. Theoretically, n’at.
Amanda nods.
Amanda Thorn: Because you feel you’ve accomplished more.
Morgan Payne: I feel? Feel? I have accomplished more here! Did ya know I am da only active member o’da NFW roster dat can say I held da Women’s TV Title? Did ya know I still hold da records for longest reign and most successful defenses wif da Silver Mountain Championship? I’m one o’two fuckin’ people been here since day one o’da 2018 revival. My name is fuckin’ synonymous wif dat fuckin’ logo!
She points over to an NFW poster with the logo displayed on top in big, bold, red letters.
Morgan Payne: Then ya got Cass Baumer. What’s she done? Sure. Yeah, ahnno. She got a title reign too. She lost it on da first defense. To a fuckin’ bum. I took it from dat bum and I made it mean somethin’ again. Lessee, what else? Lead Collision t’victory durin’ Civil War? A’ight, bet.
Morgan starts to clap with her cigarette pinched between her lips before plucking it out and leaning forward, quickly, staring right at Amanda Thorn.
Morgan Payne: Then she let da spoils o’war get snatched right outta her fuckin’ hands!
Amanda Thorn nods slowly again, trying to keep the mood cool as Morgan relaxes back with her cigarette. She drags deep and ashes it on the coffee table set between their chairs.
Amanda Thorn: I…I can somewhat see the point you’re trying to make. But Cass Baumer is a hell of a competitor. Most of all, she was your friend. How did the two of you, who used to be - as she calls it - sisters, come to this? I know you’ve touched on it before but please…can you elaborate?
As soon as she finishes, Morgan pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. Cool her composure.
Morgan Payne: Me an’ Cass came into dis business ‘bout da same time. I dunno. She mighta come in a bit before me. My memory ain’t da best right nah. We tried t’help each other aht when we met. Shit, I put da fuckin’ word in for her t’come here! But yanno, somethin’ ‘bout her always rubbed me wrong and dat’s her tendency to flip flop on shit. Her inconsistency. Yinz watch her Twitter timeline. She’ll act buddy buddy wif someone one minute, then the second they say somethin’ she remotely disagrees wif? She crucifies ‘em. She jumps on da bandwagon o’people wavin’ pitchforks an’ torches n’at.
Amanda opens her mouth to speak but Morgan sticks a hand up to silence her.
Morgan Payne: Exhibit A.
She turns right to the camera, hoping Cass is seeing this right now.
Morgan Payne: Cass, you claim Robi Sorrensen was your friend. Shit, I even think ya called her one o’yer moms in da business. Robi’s good people. Trust me, I’d know. I prolly wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for her, da Wolves an’ da Maidens. We all make mistakes. I get it. Robi made one. She got heated an’ she popped off da mouth wif some shit. S’forgiveable tho. I done da same shit before. M’still here. Yanno why? I had people who knew da real me. You included. You was there when I fucked up in Cali Wres an’ you told me, brush it off. Don’t worry ‘bout it. So, tell me dis…
She makes a theatrical display of scratching her temple with her index nail as she leans forward and narrows her eyes at the camera. A quick look to Amanda Thorn then back to the camera.
Morgan Payne: Where was you when Robi needed dat same thing? You was gone. You ghosted. You completely fuckin’ bounced on ‘er! And don’t say you didn’t, cuz you ignored any and all shit dat had t’do wif her. It took me tellin’ you - a fuckin’ former journalist - dat she was in da hospital in a fuckin’ coma when errybody else knew because it was all over da news!
Morgan starts strumming her fingers on her knee. Those who know her can tell she’s starting to get agitated to the point of exploding.
Morgan Payne: An’ let’s get back t’yer flip floppin’, yeah? Invasion 2022. Zion Wrestling versus NFW. I came back outta rehab an’ got da call as a company mainstay to keep dis place alive at da 11th Hour. I picked da fuckin’ troops. Me. An’ I picked you. My friend. Mi hermana. An’ whatta you do after da dust settles? You go an’ pat Salacious Intent on da fuckin’ ass ‘cuz they get all up in they feels because my wife Lil and my friend Chrissy, saw da fuckin’ situation an’ stepped up t’lend a hand in a war they initially wanted NO part of! It was never ‘bout da Kingdom trynna soak up more glory. But like da sayin’ goes: no good deed goes unpunished, yeah? Yeah. So why’s dis match happenin’ tonight? Quite fuckin’ simple. You’re toxic, Cass. You an’ errybody who tried t’come between me an’ my family are da most toxic fuckin people I ever seen. You. TRIOCS - rest in shit, bee tee dubs - hell, even FM. Yeah, don’t think I don’t remember da bullshit you an’ her spewed about Jasmine. Degrading her accomplishments. Trynna make like she ain’t done shit. Shit, she’s still da only undefeated Galactic World Champion. Belt’s sittin’ right on her mantle. I dunno what da fuck yinz are claimin’ t’have. Must be a toy replica off Ebay.
Another drag off of her cigarette before she continues again.
Morgan Payne: Like I said…you’re toxic, Cass. An’ when I was gettin’ da help I needed, somethin’ dat Linnea told me? Somethin’ Robi an’ Lyric told me? I need to cut aht da toxic shit in my life if I wanna go on. Dat’s what I’m doin’ tonight. You, Cass Baumer, are a toxic fuckin tumor that’s been attached t’me for da better part o’four gahdamn years. I’m diggin’ deep with da blade an’ I’m cuttin’ you aht, no matter how much it may hurt but believe me. My scars’ll heal. You? Well…yanno what they say ‘bout parasites. If they got nothin’ t’feed on…they wither an’ die. I hope you decided t’wear black t’da ring tonight, Cass…cuz it’s gonna be yer fuckin’ funeral…
She throws the cigarette butt at the camera, turns to Amanda Thorn…
Morgan Payne: We’re done.
And gets up out of her chair, leaving the interview floor with Amanda looking a bit stunned as we cut away.
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Match #5/Singles Match
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
Crowd: ONE FALL!
GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!
The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as the opening to "Bow Down" by I Prevail tears through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the BEHOLD THE KINGDOM banner while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbed wire design.
Yeah, I come alive, I'll survive, take on anything!
So paint a target on my back, let 'em come for me!
I don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep!
'Cause I'm on another level that you'll never reach!
If you seek forgiveness!
You'll get nothing, you'll get nothing from me!
So paint a target on my back, let 'em come for me!
I don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep!
'Cause I'm on another level that you'll never reach!
If you seek forgiveness!
You'll get nothing, you'll get nothing from me!
The camera focuses on the stage as Morgan Payne comes stepping out through the smoke and throws up the Kingdom hand gesture, smirking as the crowd boos her. She drops her hands, tugs on the folds of her hooded vest and begins her intense, focused, and a bit arrogant walk towards the ring.
Roger Arden: Introducing first, from The Burgh! Weighing in at 140lbs. Representing The Kingdom! MORGAN…PAYNE!
You will never know, it's the price I pay!
Look into my eyes, we are not the same!
Yeah, this is where you fall apart!
Yeah, this is where you break!
'Cause I'm in control, and you'll know my name!
'Cause I gave my life, gave it everything!
Yeah, this is where you fall apart!
Yeah, this is where you break!
To everybody who doubted!
Look into my eyes, we are not the same!
Yeah, this is where you fall apart!
Yeah, this is where you break!
'Cause I'm in control, and you'll know my name!
'Cause I gave my life, gave it everything!
Yeah, this is where you fall apart!
Yeah, this is where you break!
To everybody who doubted!
As the song reaches the end of the chorus, Morgan runs up the steps and enters through the ropes. She makes it to the turnbuckle just in time to climb up and pose during.
GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!
GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!
GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!
Morgan soaks in the animosity from the crowd before dropping down and moving to her designated corner where she removes her entrance gear and starts warming up in the corner.
It's all in motion, no stoppin' it now
I got nothing to lose and only one way up
I'm burning bridges, I destroy the mirage
All visions of collisions, ████ing bon voyage
It's all smooth sailing
From here on out
I got nothing to lose and only one way up
I'm burning bridges, I destroy the mirage
All visions of collisions, ████ing bon voyage
It's all smooth sailing
From here on out
As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum speakers, the crowd stands to their feet when a red spotlight beams down at the entryway. The camera cuts to the whirling, descending live stream of a camera drone slowly moving down to gradually reveal Cass Baumer with a small controller in her hands. The old-school brawler struts down the aisle in a red leather jacket over her ring gear until she nears the center of the clearing. She spins and steps backward, spreading her arms with the remote still in her grasp to unashamedly show off the glossy “Collision Born. Collision Raised.” emblem at the back of her distressed coat.
Roger Arden: Her opponent! From Karori, Wellington, New Zealand! Weighing in at 141lbs! CASS…BAUMER!
I hypnotize you, ignore, then defy you
I blow my load over the status quo, here we go
I'm a little bit nonchalant when I dance
I'm risking it always, no second chance
It's gonna be smooth sailing
From here on out
I'm gon' do the damage
'Til the damage is done
I blow my load over the status quo, here we go
I'm a little bit nonchalant when I dance
I'm risking it always, no second chance
It's gonna be smooth sailing
From here on out
I'm gon' do the damage
'Til the damage is done
"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer's lips form a triumphant smirk, her head turned to the side 'til she leisurely twirls back when she nears the apron. She stops at the steel steps to survey the crowd with a smile and lands the drone safely on a small landing pad near the time keeper's area. The camera cuts back to a normal camera operator while the drone shuts down. She follows it up by sliding into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and mounts the ropes, raising her fist with pride as she answers the visceral reaction of the crowd with a guttural shout of her own! Then, she dismounts…
But as soon as she does, here comes Morgan Payne charging in and blindsides her with a cheap body splash into the corner!!
Nick Hanson: Hey, wait a minute now!!!
Jim Reynolds: Fuck that shit! Get her ass, Ace!
~DING DING DING~
The referee has no other option but to ring the bell to start the match as Morgan shoves Cass back into the corner and starts laying into her with repeated shots. Alternating chops to the chest with forearms to the jaw. Cass is caught off guard and can do little to defend herself at this time as Morgan keeps going to town. The referee tries to break them up, starting to count to five when Morgan grabs Cass by the jacket and throws her down to a seated position on the mat. The crowd and commentary know what’s coming as Morgan dashes across the ring, hits the ropes, comes back and dives right into Cass feet first with a hesitating dropkick that sends her sprawling through the ropes and to the ringside floor.
Jim Reynolds: YOI YOI DOUBLE YOI, BAYBAY!!!!!
Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne not giving Cass Baumer a chance to even get ready for the bell as she’s already on the attack!
Jim Reynolds: She said she better be ready for her own funeral, Nicky!
Morgan slaps the mat with both hands as she comes up with a rage filled scream. She rolls out of the ring and goes right for Cass as the Karori Warrior starts trying to get to her feet. Morgan “helps” her up and runs her right into the ringpost. Cass bounces off violently and hits the floor again but goes back to immediately pulling herself up on the barricade. The referee tries to get them back in the ring but Morgan waves him off and goes for a steel chair underneath the ring.
Nick Hanson: Hey hey, no no now. This isn’t gonna go well. Does she wanna get disqualified?!
Jim Reynolds: You heard her, Nicky! She doesn’t give a damn and why should she?!
The referee warns Morgan about the disqualification. She isn’t listening. She cocks back, bringing the chair over her head. She swings! Cass drops! The chair RINGS off of the metal barricade and the vibration causes Morgan to drop it as the tremor runs through her hands! Now Cass has the chair in her hands, and she looks ready to cave Morgan’s skull in with it. She starts to cock it back for a swing but there’s something in her eyes that says she doesn’t want to do it. She waits for Morgan to turn towards her before tossing the chair right at her. Morgan catches it as Cass sets her feet. Morgan throws the chair aside and just gets her eyes back on Cass as the woman steps in and POW!!
Nick Hanson: AND A BIG SUPERKICK FROM BAUMER TO PAYNE!! RIGHT ON THE MONEY!!
Jim Reynolds: AW NO! SHIT!
Morgan hits the floor, unable to really catch her balance on the barricade but Cass has a moment to breathe now as she’s finally able to remove her entrance jacket. The referee’s count is at 14 now but Cass isn’t looking for a countout victory. Instead, she grabs Morgan up to her feet and rolls her in under the bottom rope. Cass crawls in after her and throws herself over her former friend, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cass sits up and gets Morgan to her feet. She picks her up and drops her with a Brainbuster into the mat. Cass immediately gets to her feet and hits the ropes, sliding in with a Basement Dropkick to Morgan’s face. Morgan’s sent over onto her back where Cass hops to her feet, springs straight up into the air and comes down with an Elbow Drop, laying back over her and hooking the leg again.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Nick Hanson: Another kickout by Morgan Payne! Cass Baumer’s gonna have to do more than that to keep down the Kingdom’s War General!
Jim Reynolds: The fucking ACE, NICKY!
Cass sits up, pushing some hair out of her face and nods to show she’s focused. She knows what she has to do. She goes to the corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle. Cass leaps off with a Diving Knee Drop but Morgan rolls inward towards the corner! Cass has just enough time to adjust as she lands on the mat and rolls through the landing. Morgan gets to her feet and Cass comes running at her, looking to knock her into the corner but Morgan hits the mat and catches her with a Drop Toehold, sending Cass headfirst into the middle turnbuckle! Morgan gets back to her feet and starts stomping away at Cass in the corner, before pressing her boot against Cass’ throat to choke her out. The ref warns about choking and Morgan changes strategy to start bootscraping against Cass’ face. When the ref starts to count, Morgan steps away and hits the ropes, coming back in with a Running Facewash! She drags Cass out of the corner by her feet and sets her legs up on her shoulders. She grabs onto the waistline of her pants. Cass tries to pry Morgan’s hands off but winds up clinging onto her wrists for dear life as Morgan deadlifts her off of the mat!
Jim Reynolds: Ohhhhhhhhh baby!!!! Check this out!
Nick Hanson: Get a look at the power of Morgan PAYNE!
As Hanson finishes the name, Morgan just drops down into a kneelout powerbomb and presses herself forward, folding Cass over.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cass thrusts her legs back and sends Morgan back on her butt, looking a bit bewildered that she kicked out but a wicked smile creeps across The Kingdom member’s face as she gets to her feet. Cass rolls over onto her hands and knees, starting to get up but Morgan’s up first and she grabs Cass around the waist, deadlifts her off the mat and pendulums her body back into a Release German Suplex. The camera gets a good angle of the sick landing Cass takes on her neck and shoulders. Morgan wipes her mouth and slowly gets up, stalking Cass like a hunter on prey. She starts taunting Cass to “get the fuck up” as she nudges her head with her boot. Cass starts making it to her feet and Morgan switches from kicks to slaps across the head, yelling despicable taunts and insults at the one she once considered a sister. Telling her she’s nothing. Telling her she’s trash. Cass has finally had enough as she explodes to her feet and BLASTS Morgan across the jaw with a forearm.
Nick Hanson: Ohhhh, I think Cass Baumer has had enough!
Morgan staggers back, holding her jaw but that wicked smile grows as she sees the fire in Cass’ eyes and the Karori Warrior stares right into the eyes of the McKeesport Mauler. Morgan nods and steps back towards Cass, shoving her hard and telling her to hit her again. Harder! Cass responds by shoving Morgan back and follows right up with another forearm. Morgan staggers back a couple steps and screams like a maniac in Cass’ face. Cass screams right back at her and motions for Payne to take a shot. Morgan obliges, rolling her shoulder and cocking back for a big forearm shot that sends Cass reeling but she doesn’t go down. Cass spits to the side and gives Morgan another shot. Morgan staggers but stays up. She and Cass start to literally trade forearms to one another, letting their boiling anger for each other keep them on their feet. The shots go back and forth. Cass! Morgan! Cass! Morgan! Cass! Morgan! Cass! Morgan! Cass! Morgan! The crowd’s really into it at this point before Morgan takes another shot out of turn and kicks Cass in the midsection. Cass doubles over. Morgan hits the ropes. Cass springs up off her feet and nails Morgan with a big dropkick that stops Morgan right in her tracks and knocks her off her feet!
Nick Hanson: Payne thought she had the advantage but Baumer’s not so easily beaten!
Jim Reynolds: Why doesn’t she just give up! She doesn’t have a prayer of winning this!
Nick Hanson: She’s better than you or Morgan Payne give her credit for, Jim!
Jim Reynolds: Fuck you, Nicky!
Morgan gets to her feet and in a blind rage, she turns to go at Cass again but Cass catches her with a Big Boot, sends her spinning and jacks her up off the mat for a Belly to Back Suplex! Morgan comes up off the mat and staggers back into the corner. Cass runs in and nails her with a Running Shoulder Block. She follows up with repeated Shoulder Blocks, trying to soften up the midsection of her opponent. Once the ref starts to warn about staying in the corner, Cass whips Morgan across the ring into the opposite corner. She dashes in with a Corner European Uppercut! Morgan’s head snaps back and I do believe we see the spit knocked out of her mouth! Cass lifts Morgan up onto the top turnbuckle, sitting her down and climbs up onto the middle with her. She holds Morgan steady by the head and jumps up. Her feet spring from the middle to the top rope, then off of that and she catches Morgan around the head for a Frankensteiner down to the mat! Morgan sits up off of the mat, looking dazed and confused but she still tries to turn over and get up. She just about gets turned around on one knee when Cass is on her feet again and she comes charging in! BLEEDING EDGE (Instep Drive Penalty Kick)!
Nick Hanson: BLEEDING EDGE!! BLEEDING EDGE!! THAT COULD BE IT!
Jim Reynolds: NO WAY!
Cass isn’t ready to end this, however, as she shakes her head and we see a look of rage on her face far different from the coy, silly smile we’re used to from her. She steps back and calls for Morgan to get her ass up again. Shaking out the stars, Morgan starts to do just that and Cass runs in to deliver a second Bleeding Edge! Morgan snaps back onto the mat violently as Cass gets up to her feet.
Crowd: ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!
Cass nods to the crowd, waiting for Morgan to start sitting up again and when she does, the Karori Warrior comes off the ropes and hits a third Bleeding Edge. Morgan hits the mat again and Cass rolls her onto her back, going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
TWO!
FOOT ON THE ROPES!
And the crowd boos as Cass looks up and sees it, sitting back on the mat, starting to look demotivated. She slaps the mat and pushes through, though, pulling Morgan to her feet. A clear shot at Morgan’s face shows her forehead is opened up with blood running down her face from those three brutal kicks. She sets Morgan up and goes for The Fact Check (Somersault Reverse DDT) but Morgan twists out of it as Cass lands on her feet! Morgan feigns a chop and Cass ducks but Morgan’s got her scouted and grabs her by the hair, driving her knee up into her face - F.Y.F!! Cass staggers up! Morgan kicks her in the midsection! Art of Ruin (Stunner)!!! Both are down as the referee does a check then begins the count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Cass and Morgan start to stir. Cass rolls over onto her back. Morgan sits up then flops over onto her front, trying to will herself to her hands and knees.
SIX!
SEVEN!
SEVEN!
Morgan grabs the ropes and starts pulling herself to her feet. Cass rolls over onto her front and gets her knees under her.
EIGHT!
NINE!
NINE!
Morgan makes it to her feet much to the chagrin of the crowd. She notices Cass is close to the corner so she rushes up and brings a hard stomp across her back to get her back down onto the mat. Morgan drops down and rolls out of the ring, moving to the corner her opponent is near and grabs her by the feet.
Nick Hanson: Oh no, what’s she doing now?
Jim Reynolds: She said she was gonna end her, Nicky. I think she’s about to do just that! Cass has exhausted all resources she has and now she’s got nothing left to do but lie there and wither like the parasite she is!
Morgan pulls Cass by her legs around the ringpost but before she can do anything, Cass yanks her feet in and pulls Morgan face first into the ringpost, freeing herself! Morgan staggers around to one side of the ring as Cass gets to her feet. Cass reaches through the ropes to grab Morgan but the Daughter of Steel City spins around and hits her with a throat chop, sending her back through the ropes, gasping for air. Morgan crawls back into the ring, fuming with rage. She hits the ropes, dips past Cass, hits the ropes again, Cass spins around and Morgan NAILS her with a Tastes Like Timbaland Boot, Bitch (Brogue Kick)! Cass staggers back, turning and bumping chest first into the ropes. She stumbles right back into Morgan’s arms who lifts her up into an Inverted Fireman’s Carry. She gets it! DAHNTAHN AFTER DAHK (Burning Hammer)!!!!
Nick Hanson: THAT MIGHT BE IT!!
Jim Reynolds: OF COURSE IT IS!! BEHOLD THE KINGDOM, YOU FUCKING TUMOR!
Morgan hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE–NO!!!
TWO!
THREE–NO!!!
CASS GETS THE SHOULDER UP!! Morgan falls back on her ass, stunned that Cass managed to kick out. Baumer rolls over onto her side and we get a better look at her face now, also bloodied from that F.Y.F knee she took a moment ago. Morgan starts screaming at Cass to just stay down. Stay down and die already. She grabs her by the hair and starts throwing forearms across her head. Cass tries to cover up but Morgan just pulls her to her feet into a Muay Thai Clinch. She starts throwing knees to the midsection and forearms across the head before setting her up again. This time, her hold on Cass is a little different as it’s clear she’s going for Dahntahn After Dahk II. Morgan lifts Cass up across her shoulders, snarling into the camera.
Nick Hanson: Ohhhhh no!!! Nobody kicks out of this! This could definitely be the end of the Karori Warr–
Suddenly the lights go out. The crowd begins to stir with confusion when suddenly a familiar, female voice comes through the PA system.
Arianrhod: Such an angry kitty… It is such a pity… While you strive to expose lies… The little faerie cries… Fire has fallen, next comes their power… One by one, The Kingdom, will be devoured…
The lights come back on. Morgan has dropped Cass from her finisher setup and she just so happens to be facing the stage where the crowd erupts to see Arianrhod standing with a smile under her mask.
Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT, NICKY!!! WHERE’D SHE COME FROM?!
Nick Hanson: I HAVE NO CLUE, NICK!!! DOES SHE HAVE HER SIGHTS SET ON MORGAN PAYNE NEXT?!
Morgan stands in the ring, staring at Arianrhod who just smiles and slowly waves at her. Morgan’s face is a mix between anger and torment at seeing Arianrhod but knowing her other half lies trapped within. The lights go out again and we hear Arianrhod once more.
Arianrhod: Burn…Kingdom…Burn…
The lights come back on and Arianrhod is nowhere to be seen. Cass Baumer’s up on her feet though, unaware of what’s even just happened. She just knows her head is clear and she sees the window of opportunity. She runs off the ropes and catches Morgan with a running FACT CHECK!!!! The crowd pops! Cass covers and pulls both legs up as the referee drops!
ONE!
TWO!
THREEEEEEE!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!
THREEEEEEE!
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall…CASS BAUMER!!
“Smooth Sailing” by Queens of the Stone Age comes over the PA system as both competitors lie there on the mat, bloodied and exhausted. The crowd is popping and cheering for the winner, though as she’s helped to her feet by the referee so he can raise her arm.
Nick Hanson: Well…I can’t say there wasn’t shenanigans but by God, Cass Baumer did it!!
Jim Reynolds: I don’t like this one bit, Nicky! What the hell is Arianrhod’s game?! Did she plan for this to happen?!
Nick Hanson: Who knows, Jim? Who, honestly, knows?
As the music continues, Cass looks at Morgan almost remorsefully as she pulls her hand from the referee’s and limps over to where The Kingdom is sitting up with her hand on her neck and her arm around her ribs. Cass goes to her knees in front of her, putting herself on her level. Pain and regret in her eyes is seen as she extends a hand out for a shake. Morgan looks at the hand, then up at Cass. It almost looks like she’s about to accept it as she reaches out but slaps the hand away and angrily waves Cass off, rolling out of the ring and staggering up the walkway with mixed emotions on her face.
Nick Hanson: Not exactly a good sport in defeat, we can see.
Jim Reynolds: How fucking dumb are you, Nicky?! Look what just happened!
Nick Hanson: She could still shake the woman’s hand!
Jim Reynolds: Pretty sure there’s a lot more on her mind than that stupid shit!
Cass watches Morgan go with misty eyes but the crowd are still cheering her so she manages a smile and holds her fists up in the air for them to celebrate her victory as we cut away.
Winner: Cass Baumer
Result: Pinfall
Result: Pinfall
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-EARLIER IN THE EVENING-
Standing outside of her truck in the arena parking lot, Jonna Austin was met by a lone camera guy. She rolled her eyes as she grabbed her duffle bag from the bed of the truck, tossing the strap over her shoulder. With everything that had happened in the last week, to say that she wasn’t in the mood to have an extra camera shoved in her face would be an understatement. Given everything that she was in the middle of, though, she wasn’t surprised that a camera was sent out to greet her. The woman had various shades of bruising on her arms and chest, as far as what was visible at least, as well as several scrapes that had begun healing, some cuts in various areas that were in the beginning of the healing stages, and one cut across her forehead that had stitches. There were other injuries, including more scrapes and cuts that were covered by her clothes from Kasey Kash's birthday bash. She was still sore from the match, but it had been a helluva event thrown together and definitely one she was glad she hadn't missed.
Jonna Austin: Look, I ain’t in the mood to spew a bunch of bullshit right now. And if you really wanna hear me say anything, you better keep up with me otherwise you won’t be getting a damn thing outta me. I got shit to do to get prepared for my match tonight.
The Texas native cast a quick glance towards the camera as well as its handler who gave her a quick nod in agreement. Jonna didn't miss a step as she began walking across the lot, silently surprised by the camera person keeping up with her. Someone must have really wanted her seen/heard prior to the match.
Jonna Austin: I bet you've enjoyed the last few weeks of this bullshit, Milisandre. Going after Felicia…that shit during your match with Chrissy…seeing my attention go to my sister last week when she got hurt. Bet you hoped it would take my focus away, didn't you?
Jonna let out a laugh at the thought of her taking her eyes off of the goal. Nothing would keep her from putting Crowthorne in her place once and for all. Her feelings on everything that had happened were made clear on Twitter, but no one is really on Twitter 24/7…except for maybe the Halfwit alongside her conspiracy crap.
Jonna Austin: I’ve made my feelings known whether it be through my words or my actions. I’ve made it clear that the honor of the Silver Mountain Championship will return to it one way or another. And no, even tonight I will not call it that bullshit name Crowthorne came up with. It’s not up to us to name the championships…our employers name the championships the way they do for their own reasons.
Jonna paused in speaking for a moment though her pace towards the door didn’t waver at all. The woman sighed as she thought about everything that had happened along with the “rename” of the title, and a look of agitation crossed her face. The more she thought about it, the angrier the Texas native became. Names were given to things for reasons whether it was to honor someone, a relation to the show, or whatever the reason may be…it didn’t matter the reason, truthfully. It was about respecting the employer’s decision, not just doing whatever you wanted.
Jonna Austin: You took it upon yourself to disrespect our bosses when you decided to give the title a new name…you disrespected everyone that has ever held that title and made it mean something during their reign. You took it upon yourself to try and rip away the legacy of the championship. An extra slap in the face to those that held the title…to those that knew, loved, and/or respected Vlad Blackheart.
The championship contender paused a few feet from the entrance to the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, knowing that when she stepped foot in the arena, there was no telling what her future would end up becoming a reality.
Jonna Austin: Disrespect like that doesn't fly around here, around me. Tonight might be your trench, Crowthorne, but it's going to become my bitch when i defeat it and you. It's time for the Silver Mountain Championship to be around the waist of someone who will treat it right. I'm coming for you, Milisandre, but there's no way you can be ready for me.
With that said, Jonna made her way the last few to the door and wrenched it open. She didn't bother to wait for the camera person and let the door slam behind her, signaling that she was done with them.
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Match #6/Trial Of The Elder Gods
Roger Arden: The following contest is a Trial of the Elder Gods Match and it is for the Marianas Trench Championship!
Nick Hanson: Does this mean we don’t even know what the rules are to be tonight? Roger didn’t announce any.
Jim Reynolds: Maybe there aren’t any?
Nick Hanson: Is that supposed to be a swerve, Bro?
Jim Reynolds: How dare you!
Roger Arden: Introducing first, the challenger, from Victoria, Texas and representing the Kingdom, this is “the Gamer Punk” JONNA AUSTIN!
Nick Hanson: Jonna has been through a lot recently and this is just going to add to all of that!
Jim Reynolds: Behold the Kingdom… been showing cracks recently…
Nick Hanson: Jonna can show what they’re truly made of with this one tonight!
Jim Reynolds: Or she can show just how far they have fallen and let Milisamdre put the final nail in their coffin!
Milisandre climbs up the ring steps and turns out to look at the crowd. She turns back towards the ring, no expression on her face. She enters the ring and stands in the middle of it. She slowly raises her arms and the lights rise and return to normal. She removes her coat and then moves to her corner.
Roger Arden: And her opponent, she is the current, reigning, defending NFW Marianas Trench Champion, MILISANDRE CROWRHORNE!
Nick Hanson: The Champion looks ready to take care of business but we still don’t know what business she’s taking care of!
Jim Reynolds: That is definitely one way to keep Jonna off her game, not tell her what she’s doing before the match actually starts!
Nick Hanson: What, are we playing Ark?!!?
Jim Reynolds: …like you’ve ever actually played that!
Milisandre Crowthorne: Before we start, I have a new wrinkle. He has given me a new vision. This will not be a Trial of the Elder Gods match. The Great Dreamer has decided that is not necessary and that I am sufficient to be your Trial! No extras, no weapons, no excuses! His vision will be fulfilled!
Nick Hanson: What does that mean?
Jim Reynolds: It means she’s not playing into the brawler’s strengths!
Nick Hanson: How much does this change Jonna’s mindset when she came in expecting a big ordeal and now…
Jim Reynolds: It’s still a big ordeal, it’s just a different kind of ordeal!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Milisandre and Jonna circle each other, each seemingly looking for the opening to pounce. The two nod and then lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Milisandre takes a side headlock and steps into a hammerlock. Jonna drops to a knee and snap mares Milisandre over. Jonna goes for a chinlock but Milisandre moves and switches to putting a Fujiara armbar on Jonna. Jonna tries to get out and Milisandre goes for the Call of the Eldritch. Jonna’s foot almost immediately lands on the bottom rope and the referee starts to count down to disqualification. Milisandre releases her grip and Jonna rolls her up.
ONE!
TWO!
MILISANDRE KICKS OUT!
TWO!
MILISANDRE KICKS OUT!
The two get to their feet and Jonna hits a nasty lariat. Milisandre goes down hard and Jonna covers.
ONE!
TWO!
MILISANDRE REVERSES INTO A BOW AND ARROW HOLD!
TWO!
MILISANDRE REVERSES INTO A BOW AND ARROW HOLD!
Jonna gets a back elbow strike in and knocks herself loose.
Nick Hanson: Jonna did well to get loose there!
Jim Reynolds: It’s always a good idea to get out of any hold Milisandre Crowthorne puts on you! That woman is deadly from any angle with damn near any grip she gets on you! If she starts manipulating your joints, just tap now before she takes an arm or leg home with her!
Nick Hanson: Jonna does not want to go hold for hold with Milisandre!
Jim Reynolds: Nobody wants to go hold for hold with her, especially not a tattooed brawler from Texas!
Milisandre and Jonna both get to their feet and Jonna starts throwing punches. Milisandre catches on and tries to start twisting the tattooed woman’s arm. Jonna gets a knee to the gut and then spins into a discus lariat. Milisandre crashes back into the near corner. Jonna goes for a big lariat in the corner but Milisandre ducks it and Jonna crashes into the turnbuckles. Milisandre rolls up the rebounding Jonna from behind.
ONE!
TWO!
JONNA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JONNA KICKS OUT!
Milisandre chop blocks Jonna near the ropes. Jonna tumbles through to the apron. Milisandre gets up and hits a flying enziguri that sends Jonna tumbling to the floor. Milisandre slips out after her challenger. Jonna gets to all fours and Milisandre grabs her from behind and runs her headlong into the barricade.
Crowd: OOOHHH!
Milisandre moves in and starts to kick Jonna as if she's trying to break a piñata open with nothing but her toes. Jonna goes to cover up even as Milisandre continues until she’s drawn blood. Jonna catches a foot and swings it hard into the barricade. Milisandre staggers away, grimacing in pain. Jonna staggers up as Milisandre makes it to the edge of the ring. Jonna runs a high forearm elbow into the back of Milisandre’s head, bouncing her off the edge of the ring. Milisandre jumps up and rolls into the ring to get away from Jonna. Jonna follows her and Milisandre catches her coming in for an inside cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
JONNA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JONNA KICKS OUT!
Milisandre gets a crucifix on and rolls Jonna onto her shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!
JONNA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JONNA KICKS OUT!
Milisandre gets up to her knees and Jonna meets her there. They start trading shots, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna Milisandre, Jonna. Jonna jumps up and kicks Milisandre in the chest. Milisandre falls over onto all fours and Jonna kicks her in the chest again. Milisandre collapses onto the mat to try and cover up. Jonna just kicks her in the ribs again and again and again and again. Milisandre tries to roll over the other way and Jonna jumps into a side cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
MILISANDRE KICKS OUT!
TWO!
MILISANDRE KICKS OUT!
Jonna gets up and starts dropping knees onto Milisandre. She rolls away and Jonna mounts her, throwing punches and drawing blood. Milisandre grabs for a triangle choke. Jonna picks her up and powerbombs her back down to break the hold. Jonna holds the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
MILISANDRE GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
MILISANDRE GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Nick Hanson: Jonna’s starting to make this more of a brawl but Milisandre is still that quick to get a hold on!
Jim Reynolds: If she does make this even more of a brawl, it’s just a matter of time until Milisandre gets something and makes her go to sleep!
Nick Hanson: What if she takes an arm or something instead?
Jim Reynolds: Then she’ll become Pai Mei and own that limb!
The two get to their feet and start trading shoots again, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna, Milisandre, Jonna. Jonna staggers back and goes for a lariat. Milisandre catches the arm and takes her down into a Fujiwara again. Jonna punches her way out and Milisandre tries to switch to something else. Jonna starts to stand up and as she makes it up, Milisandre gets on the Grasp of Cthulhu. Jonna falls into the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Milisandre slides back into an armbar across the bottom rope. Jonna cries out in pain and the referee starts to count for the disqualification.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Milisandre releases her grip. Jonna falls back into the ropes while Milisandre drops to the floor. Milisandre dives back into the ring and mounts Jonna, raining punches down. Jonna rolls her into a cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
MILISANDRE KICKS OUT!
TWO!
MILISANDRE KICKS OUT!
Jonna and Milisandre get to their feet and Jonna punches Miliandre in the gut. Milisandre tries for Bow Down but Jonna pulls away. Milisandre comes back, Jonna gets in a kick to the gut. Jonna goes for the G2 but Milisandre pushes her off. Jonna runs into the ropes and Miliandre goes for an O’Connor roll.
ONE!
TWO!
JONNA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JONNA KICKS OUT!
Milisandre looks for Bow Down again. Jonna throws her off and into the turnbuckles. Milisandre staggers out and Jonna runs in and hits a nasty lariat against the turnbuckles with her good arm. Milisandre staggers out and Jonna gets her up for the Poisoned World. Miliandre is driven down into the mat and Jonna covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Nick Hanson: Jonna’s done it! She’s completed the Trial!
Jim Reynolds: You shut your filthy whore mouth!
Nick Hanson: She overcame and took the championship!
Jim Reynolds: Better.
Roger Arden: Here is your winner and NEW NFW Marianas Trench Champion… JONNA AUSTIN!
As Jonna’s music plays, she holds the Mariana’s Trench championship in her hands. During which, new Collision General Manager Jessica Morian enters the ring with a red velvet bag in hand. She stands before Jonna who looks at her quizzically. Timidly, Jessica reaches out to take the Mariana’s Trench title from her and hands it to the referee. Jonna stands there, hands on her hips as she watches Jessica reach into the bag, pulling out a newly designed…SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPIONSHIP?! We can see Jessica mouth to Jonna, “Mr. Brody had this designed…just in case…” and she hands the belt to Jonna who takes it with a huge smile on her face. Jonna lets out a victorious yell and hoists the new title up in the air.
Jim Reynolds: It really is, Nicky!
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen! Your…NEEEEEEW….NFW…SILVER…MOUNTAIN…CHAMPION!! THE GAMER PUNK…JONNA…AUSTIN!!
Nick Hanson: THE MOUNTAIN…HAS RISEN FROM THE DEPTHS!!!!
Winner: Jonna Austin
Result: Pinfall
New Champion Crowned!
Result: Pinfall
New Champion Crowned!
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Main Event/Sovereign Of The New Frontier
Nick Hanson: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time!
Jim Reynolds: It’s main event time, bitches! We haven’t had this kind of match in YEARS, Nicky!
Nick Hanson: You’re right, Jim! The Sovereign of the Frontier is something special. Standing by, we have Mister and Missus Morian as the executive officials per the match’s tradition.
Jim Reynolds: Nice! Let’s have Roger take it away! Let’s go, man!
Ding, ding, ding!
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is YOUR main event for the New Frontier Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship! This is the Sovereign of the Frontier. In order to win, you must score a pinfall or submission on one of your opponents, and only then you are eligible to take the belt and hang it above the ring! Are you ready?!
There are cheers from the fans with absolute excitement!
Roger Arden: Introducing first… from Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico, he weighs in at two hundred forty-four pounds… He is the reigning AND defending NFW World Heavyweight Champiooooooooooooon! TRRRRRRRRREN “TRAIN WRECK” DESCARRILADO!
The sound of static crackles across the loudspeakers, like an old radio trying to tune in to a specific station. "Heaven Don't Want Me" finally comes in, the Behold the Kingdom graphic fills the 'tron, right as the guitar strikes, and Tren Descarrilado steps through the curtain and onto the stage with a roar. The NFW World Heavyweight Championship belt is perfectly wrapped around his waist on full display. He looks out around the arena before making his way down the ramp, stopping short. He hops a couple of times before taking two steps and then jumping up onto the apron. He quickly sides in between the top and middle rope, spinning through to stand in the center of the ring. He stares directly into the hard cam before throwing out the double-fingered salute and backing into his own corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Jim Reynolds: That’s how you mix it up! The Champ is here first! BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!
Nick Hanson: This is Tren Descarrilado’s first-ever defense of the World Heavyweight title. You better believe he’s going to be more dangerous than ever!
Roger Arden: Introducing the first challenger, from Portland, Oregon, she weighs in at one hundred thirty pounds… She is “The Toxic Knockout”! DONAAAAAAAAAAAAA ROTTEN!
Dona slowly walks toward the ring, her focus squarely in front of her. She tunes out the fans, her mind lingering on the match at hand. A wry grin creeps across her painted face as she climbs up onto the apron. Dona steps through the ropes, making her way to the middle of the ring. The Toxic Knockout finally lets her eyes pan across the ringside area, before spitting a thick green mist skyward. Rotten cackles maniacally and goes to her corner to await the match's start. She leers at Tren who smirks back at her.
Nick Hanson: For helping Team NFW win the Ultimate Battleground, Miss Rotten was rewarded with this championship match.
Jim Reynolds: Rightfully so! We wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t for her and the rest of the team!
Roger Arden: Introducing the second challenger, from Santa Monica, California, she weighs in at one hundred thirteen pounds… She is “The Semper Fairy”! DANNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII ANDERSON!
The lights dim until they’re off and the NFW Tron comes to life with a custom Fatal Fury gaming sprite of Danni Anderson in her pink Terry Bogard-styled ring attire. In unison, Terry Bogard’s sound clip--
“Are you OK?! BUSTER WOLF!”
--from Super Smash Bros. Ultimate rings true with the Danni sprite performing the Buster Wolf Desperation Move!
This kick-starts “Overtime” by Cash Cash and it resonates from the PA system. Pink lights begin to flash to the beat of the music as the NFW Tron switches to a video collection of Danni’s best moments in professional wrestling.
“GET DOWN!”
Suddenly, a spotlight shines on the entrance. Through the curtains, Danielle Debaillion cartwheels and lands in a cool crouching tiger-esque pose on the stage. She’s quickly followed by Leina Rael-Debaillion -- who’s armed with her NERF Minigun! The fans CHEER aloud for the Pink Sugarplum Fairy and her awesomely adorable daughter. They even move to the music!
“GET UP AGAIN!"
Danni hops up and bounces from foot to foot while Leina moves to the beat of the music. This builds the energy of the fans and the Debaillion Ladies smile brightly.
“Come on, come on, move!
Get down! Get up again!
Work it, do it overtime!”
Get down! Get up again!
Work it, do it overtime!”
The Sweetheart Esper dances down the ramp and tags the fans along the way. She spins around and hops up and down. Leina follows after her mother and even tags some of the fans, herself.
“Get down! Get up again!
Come on, come on, right! to! down!”
Come on, come on, right! to! down!”
Right on cue, Danni flips into a low dance-like pose and the fans cheer her on. She then hops onto the ring apron, turns with her back towards the ropes, and places her hands along the top rope. Leina looks up to her mother with the cutest little grin and gestures the Marine salute with her free hand. Danni smiles back at her daughter before she backflips into the ring with style. There’s an extra burst of cheers and applause from the fans as she claps her hands for everyone in attendance and bounces with excitement.
“Get up again! Work it, do it overtime!"
Leina can’t quite jump onto the ring apron with ease, so she heads up the steel steps. Danni quickly moves over and lowers the middle rope to help her daughter in the ring. Once they’re both in the ring, Danni moves to the center. She does a cute little dance, spins around, and she blows kisses for the fans. Leina throws a peace sign with her free hand and they embrace the love from the fans together. Making her leave of the ring, Leina is escorted by the Morians to join Nick and Jim on commentary. Finally, the lights come back on and the hyper techno dance music fades.
Nick Hanson: There is no denying the fact that Mrs. Debaillion was the first to answer Tren’s challenge!
Leina Rael: That’s right, Nick! My Mom’s so brave! She’s awesome!
Jim Reynolds: Yeah, well--
Leina Rael: Shut the f*ck up, Jimmy!
Nick laughs! Jim grumbles while Leina grins. Then suddenly, the lights go out and static fills the screen for a moment. Then it clears to show a person standing in front of the screen, their face hidden by a hood. As they begin to speak, their voice is distorted.
Voice: Donna J. Malkovich.
Danielle Lydia Debaillion.
Tren Descarrilado.
I have a question for all of you. Do you feel disgrace? All of you have been hypocrites of the highest order, blaming other people for your misdeeds and shortcomings. Now all of you shall be punished as you deserve.
The man lowers the hood and the crowd cheers as Jigsaw himself, Tobin Bell, is revealed on the screen. He recites the classic horror line everyone knows so well.
Tobin Bell: I want to play a game.
Leina Rael: Holy sh*t! It’s Jigsaw! I f*cking love him!
Nick Hanson: Well, I didn’t expect this! What is Mr. Bell doing here…?
Jim Reynolds: I don’t know, but considering who’s the only challenger left…
A feeling of dread suddenly comes over Leina. Her fangirl moment’s gone. She, Nick, and Jim look on.
Tobin Bell: I shall send my student of pain and suffering after you. All you have to do is outlast them. Do you think you can survive? All of you believe you have grievances against my student, but you have blinded yourselves to the threat you pose to each other. Don't forget this is every person for themselves, so you will have to stab each other in the back in order to survive.
He pauses for a moment; the silence in the crowd is deafening.
Tobin Bell: Live or die… Make your choice.
As he says this, the fans start to scream as the screen turns pitch black and bodies are seen dropping from the rafters down the sides of the ramp. They’re all hanging from the neck in barbed wire as a row of spotlights on the side reveal the bodies in more detail…
Leina Rael: ...a-ah…!
Nick Hanson: Oh no! Leina, please look away!
Jim Reynolds: This is sick, even for my standards! What the fuck!?
…and they are all dressed like Markus Rael. Danni’s eyes widen in absolute shock and horror! Her late boyfriend’s “bodies” start to laugh as blood drips down from underneath the golden Latin masks they wear for a moment until the sound of a tape being rewound is heard. A bone-chilling voice resonates within the arena.
“No one is above the SAW!”
Roger Arden: And the final challenger, from London, England, he weighs in at two hundred forty pounds… He is “The Ultraviolent Anarchist”! JOHNNYYYYYYYYY TOWERS!
Nick Hanson: What is WRONG with Towers?! I can’t believe…
Jim Reynolds: He’d stoop this low? Nick, he’s been tormenting the Debaillions for a long time.
Leina Rael: ...that sick b*stard! How dare he?! HOW F*CKING DARE HE!?
Jim is actually the one that prevents Leina from going after their tormentor! ! After a moment, Johnny gets to the ringside area, placing the rucksack and light tube fan over the barricade before climbing over himself. He removes the robe before picking the items back up again, circling the three in the ring and staring silently at them before his music fades out. Dona sneers at Johnny. Tren narrows his eyes and growls.
Danni is trembling. Her eyes are welling up with tears.
Johnny notices this and a sick, twisted grin crosses his face. Tren looks over at Danni, a look of genuine concern on his face. Dona doesn’t even hesitate. She rolls out of the ring and goes after Johnny! Taking one of the light tubes, Johnny swings it towards Dona -- who ducks underneath and tackles him onto the steel ramp! The fans immediately rally behind Dona! Collision senior referee James Greer immediately signals for the bell--
Ding, ding, ding!
--and Tren shakes his head. While Dona and Johnny are beating the hell out of each other on the outside, Tren unclasps his championship belt from around his waist and lets it fall onto the mat. He backpedals and -- without running into Danni along the way -- takes flight, hitting Dona AND Johnny with "Jumped the Tracks" (Topé con Hilo)! The fans burst into cheers and even begin to chant “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” All three of them hit the steel ramp, but of course, Tren’s inability to feel pain helps him to get up first.
Jim Reynolds: Great move by the Champ! It’s every wrestler for themselves and he’s gotta fight HARD!
Nick Hanson: You’re right, Jim, but…
Leina Rael: Mom!
Before Nick and Jim can do anything, Leina’s taken off her headset to dash into the ring. She takes her mother’s hands in hers, squeezes them, and looks up at her. Danni finally looks away from the burned “bodies” and makes eye contact with her daughter. On the outside, referee Hiroki Tanaka stays close as Tren grabs ahold of Johnny. Right as he pulls him up, Johnny deliberately low blows him! The fans boo with absolute disapproval. Even though he can’t quite feel the pain, Tren does fall down on one knee. Johnny reaches into the rucksack and pulls out a kendo stick -- wrapped in barbed wire! Hiroki backs up as Johnny begins to bash Tren with the weapon. Dona’s beginning to get up, her eyes shifting. Back in the ring, Danni and Leina see Tren being assaulted by Johnny. As Leina points to Johnny, the nearby camera’s mic picks up--
Leina Rael: Kick his a$$!
--and Danni nods. Gritting her teeth, she suddenly bounces herself off of the ropes, runs forward, and uses the top rope to springboard herself OVER the penalty box and hit Johnny with “Power Dunk” (Jumping Supergirl Punch)! The fans EXPLODE with cheers!
Nick Hanson: Now THAT’S how you deal with a bully! Anderson’s back!
Jim Reynolds: Alright, alright, now let’s get her little princess back here!
Leina rallies the fans behind her mother before she rolls out of the ring. Nathanael is kind enough to guide her back to the commentary table. Leina fixes the headset back on and grins. Johnny’s down. Tren is bleeding, but he’s slowly getting up. Danni’s on her feet, but as she turns around, Dona hits her out of nowhere with “Chainsaw Kick” (Inverted Shining Wizard)! Danni hits the floor with a THUD and the fans react with cheers and boos. Dona’s eyes focus on Tren and she hits HIM with a “Chainsaw Kick” for good measure! There’s no pain, but Tren is knocked back down. With Johnny still down, Dona focuses her attention on Danni who’s slowly getting up. Seizing the smaller woman, the Scream Queen levels her with--
Nick Hanson: PUNK-PLEX ONTO THE STEEL RAMP!
Leina Rael: Sh*t!
--and Danni is in agony! A nearby camera can hear Dona say “sorry, not sorry!” before she goes for the pin. Hiroki counts!
ONE!
TWO!
…
THREE!
Ding, ding, ding!
TWO!
…
THREE!
Ding, ding, ding!
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, Dona Rotten is now eligible to become the Sovereign of the Frontier! Danni Anderson must go into the penalty box for two minutes!
Jim Reynolds: Tough luck!
Leina Rael: God damnit! Hang in there, Mom…
With her husband accompanying her, Jessie gets into the ring and collects the World Heavyweight championship belt. Dona looks up and sees this. With a grin, she reaches under the ring and pulls out a ladder! However, she’s suddenly attacked from behind by Johnny who smashes two light tubes against her back! Gritting her teeth, blood begins to seep from the fresh cuts. Johnny watches Dona turn towards him… with a grin.
All the while Hiroki has been assisting Danni and getting her into the penalty box. A two-minute timer comes on the NFW Tron. Johnny grabs another light tube and smashes it over Dona’s head, but despite the pain, Dona just LAUGHS! A grin of intrigue crosses Johnny’s face and the two brawl on the outside!
Inside the penalty box, Danni is cradling her head. Outside of it, Tren’s on his feet and he stalks the brawling challengers. When they least expect it, Tren’s hands grab them by their throats! Both Johnny and Dona try to fight Tren off, but Tren’s immunity to pain allows him to power through with a YELL and double chokeslam them onto the steel ramp! The fans are in awe of his strength and the Kingdom fans cheer him on. Tren looks down at his agonized challengers before his eyes focus on Dona. He moves in, pulls her up, and lifts her up with ease! She’s unable to stop the “Bullet Train to Hell” (Last of the Dragon) --
Nick Hanson: ONTO THE LADDER! Dear God!
Leina Rael: H-hey! Why didn’t Tren go after Johnny?!
Jim Reynolds: Because Dona’s eligible to win, squirt! Street smarts!
Dona’s endurance is high, but THAT definitely hurt. The Hardcore Icon covers her and hooks the leg; James makes the count this time!
ONE!
TWO!
…
THREE!
Ding, ding, ding!
TWO!
…
THREE!
Ding, ding, ding!
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, Tren Descarrilado is now eligible to become the Sovereign of the Frontier! Dona Rotten must go into the penalty box for two minutes!
Leina Rael: Wait, but Mom’s still inside. Does that work?
Nick Hanson: Absolutely, Li. In fact, having two of his challengers in the penalty box at the same time is a great opportunity for Tren to win!
The time is still counting down for Danni, though she’s almost able to get out. Tren rises to his feet and pulls Dona off of the ladder. James is quick to help Dona into the penalty box. Her own two-minute timer begins, while Danni’s is coming to an end. Meanwhile, Johnny is stirring with life, his eyes narrowing on Tren who’s bringing the ladder into the ring. Jessie and Nathanael give Tren plenty of space before she gives the Champion his belt. Once Tren possesses it, Jessie and Nathanael exit the ring. As Tren begins to set up the ladder, Johnny retrieves something from the rucksack. Tren positions the ladder under the lightly swaying hook and begins his ascent. Johnny rolls into the ring and climbs the other side of the ladder.
The Crowd: FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE…!
Hiroki opens the door and Danni’s first move is to look for something under the ring. He closes the door regardless of Dona’s hissing. Back in the ring, Tren’s almost to the top, but so is Johnny. The two begin to duke it out with closed fists, though Johnny’s only using his right fist to punch Tren. With his belt in one hand, Tren is doing the same. Even when Johnny hits him with his signature Ultra Stiff Headbutt, Tren growls and snakes his hand around Johnny’s throat! Despite this, Johnny grins.
Leina Rael: TREN, WATCH OUT!
The warning is unable to reach Tren in time before Johnny drives a handheld taser against his ribs! While there’s no pain, the jolts force Tren to release Johnny and fall down onto the mat with a resounding THUD. The fans are BOOING!
Nick Hanson: Are you serious?!
Jim Reynolds: Hey, it’s a weakness! Johnny’s a punk, but he’s street smart like Tren!
Stepping down from the ladder, Johnny unloads the used battery pack. Danni’s in the ring, however, and she’s armed with her pink metallic baseball bat! Johnny turns around -- and Danni swings the bat against his ribs not once, but twice! Johnny coughs and sputters, falling to his knees, and… strangely enough, he begins to laugh!?
Johnny Towers: That’s it, ya fuckin’ bitch! Hit me!! HATE ME!
Danni raises the bat and looks like she’s about to swing for Johnny, but she doesn’t.
Danni Anderson: ...no. I don’t even hate you.
She won’t give him that. Smirking, Johnny believes he sees an opening and lunges at Danni with the taser, but she sidesteps out of the way at the last second and retaliates with “Crack Shoot!” (Terry Bogard’s Front-Flip Kick)! Johnny falls back and the taser clatters away from him and out of the ring. Inside the penalty box, Dona’s eyes look at something just outside of the door. Her two minutes are almost up! Danni releases her bat and quickly begins to scale the ladder.
Jim Reynolds: Uh, the Ritalin Kid’s not eligible to win. What is she doing?!
Leina Rael: Oh, Jimmy, I know what Mom’s doing!
Nick Hanson: I think I know too!
Balancing herself on the top of the ladder, the Sweetheart Esper takes a leap of faith and lands on Johnny with--
Nick Hanson: & Leina Rael: A.D.H.D.!
The fans BURST with cheers! Danni stays on Johnny for the pin, while Hiroki counts!
ONE!
TWO!
…
THREE!
Ding, ding, ding!
TWO!
…
THREE!
Ding, ding, ding!
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, Danni Anderson is now eligible to become the Sovereign of the Frontier! Johnny Towers must go into the penalty box for two minutes!
Jim Reynolds: Alright, I’ll admit it. That was pretty sick!
Leina Rael: Of course! My Mom’s the best!
The Cutest Little Badass is grinning from ear to ear. Tren’s recovered, but he smirks at Johnny’s suffering. Danni rolls over with a slight hiss of pain. Hiroki begins to roll Johnny out of the ring to help him into the penalty box…
The Crowd: FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE…!
The second Hiroki opens the door to let Dona out and place Johnny inside, Dona grabs what’s on the floor and jabs Johnny’s abdomen with it -- resulting in a shocking pain!
Nick Hanson: So that’s where the taser ended up!
Leina Rael: HA! How do YOU like it, a$$hole?!
Johnny’s body is convulsing from the jolts. Dona grins and steps aside, allowing Johnny to fall into the penalty box. Blinking, Hiroki simply closes the door. The fans are laughing it up along with Dona before she rolls into the ring. Tren’s on his feet. Danni’s back on her feet. The three eligible wrestlers are staring at each other and the fans are hyped! Dona immediately throws down with Tren and, wisely, Danni teams up with her. The Man Who Feels No Pain is able to endure their double-teaming strikes and he counters with stiff shots. He catches Dona with a European uppercut that -- for some reason -- causes her to muffle a pained yell. While Dona staggers back, Danni goes for a hit-and-run tactic with Tren, using her speed to her advantage. Scowling with annoyance, Tren suddenly knees Danni in the midsection, forcing her to double over. Tren grabs ahold of the wild-haired woman and delivers “One-Way Ticket” (Powerbomb Facebuster) straight onto the mat!
Leina Rael: Sh*t!
Jim Reynolds: Everyone for themselves, kiddo! Your mom knows it!
Danni is down without question. Tren rises up and redirects his attention on Dona -- except she spews not “Venomous Mist” but BLOOD MIST in his face!
Nick Hanson: Oh God! Look at the inside of Dona’s mouth!
There’s blood everywhere, even on her teeth. Some of the more sensitive fans are a little squeamish, looking away. The European uppercut must’ve forced Dona to accidentally bite her own tongue! She used her own pain to blind Tren who’s trying to feel around with a growl. Dona avoids Tren’s large hands and retrieves the closest weapon to her -- Danni’s bat! Dona swings and catches Tren’s ribs, forcing him to bend over, and she strikes his temple with the SPARKLE side of the weapon! Busted wide open from that violent shot, Tren falls onto the mat. Meanwhile, the time is counting down for Johnny who’s finally recovered from the “shock therapy”. He’s definitely pissed, kicking at the gated door with a shout. James informs him of the time left, while back in the ring, Dona tosses the bat aside. Grabbing ahold of the championship belt now, she begins her ascent of the ladder. However, Danni’s just getting to her feet. She pursues Dona from the other side of the ladder. The two meet near the top of the ladder and Dona punches Danni. Danni surprises Dona with a punch of her own, and the two begin a slugfest that the fans enjoy. When Dona goes for another swing, Danni raises her arm to block the shot and she counters with a palm strike to Dona’s nose! It’s super effective as blood trails from Dona’s left nostril, but Danni reacts quickly and suddenly--
Leina Rael: STARS-A-DANCING!
Nick Hanson: Off the top of the ladder! Lord, this is insane!
Danni sends herself and Dona crashing down, though Venom takes the brunt of the damage! The fans are going wild! Alas, time never stops…
The Crowd: FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE…!
…and the senior referee lets Johnny out of the penalty box. With the ladies on the mat, he takes the opportunity to fish under the ring. He pulls out a table that’s… slick with something? Johnny sets it up close to the penalty box, pulls something from his torn jeans’ pocket, and the fans watch as he utilizes a lighter to set the table on fire!
Leina Rael: F*ck, I don’t like THAT!
Nick Hanson: I have a bad feeling about this!
Jim Reynolds: Oh, you better believe someone’s going through the flaming table!
But who?! Tossing the lighter aside, Johnny grabs the rest of the light tubes and brings them into the ring with him. Dona is stirring. Danni is slowly rising up. Tren’s wiped some of Dona’s blood from his eyes. Johnny smashes two light tubes over Tren, drawing more blood from the cuts. Tren growls, numb to the pain, and Johnny smashes him with a couple more light tubes. Tren is still standing, but that’s when Johnny floors him with his signature Discus Lariat! The Kingdom fans boo as Tren falls to the mat. Danni’s on her feet and she rushes Johnny with quick strikes. Laughing, Johnny nails Danni with a stiff elbow shot that forces her to stagger back. The fans watch in horror as Johnny picks up a broken light tube. Leina’s eyes are immediately covered by Nick right before Johnny STABS Danni’s forehead with the jagged edges!
Jim Reynolds: God DAMN, you sick fuck!
Jessie covers her mouth and looks away with a tremble. Nathanael glares at Johnny who breaks the rest of the light tube over Danni’s bleeding forehead. Danni cries out in pain, blood slowly trailing down her face. Johnny grabs a handful of Danni’s red-twisted purple hair and drags her to the corner closest to the commentary table. Leina pulls away from Nick’s shielding and her eyes widen.
Johnny Towers: Don’t worry, little b*tch. I’ll send your mommy home with your daddy!
The fans are LIVID, booing Johnny’s awful remarks!
Leina Rael: F*CK YOU!
Nick quickly restrains Leina from going after him. Johnny cackles and lifts Danni up onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs up, carefully balancing himself while he pulls Danni up. The fans are horrified as the Ultraviolent Anarchist executes Danni with “FUBAR!” (Ripcord Backdrop Driver) ONTO THE REST OF THE LIGHT TUBES!
Nick Hanson: No! In front of this little girl… T-that’s too much, Towers!
Jim Reynolds: Ugh… I’m sorry, kid. You knew this was going to be ugly.
Leina is stunned into silence. Tears well up in her eyes as she helplessly watches Johnny cover Danni and hook the leg. Hiroki counts!
ONE!
TWO!
…
THREE!
Ding, ding, ding!
TWO!
…
THREE!
Ding, ding, ding!
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, Johnny Towers is now eligible to become the Sovereign of the Frontier! Danni Anderson must go into the penalty box for two minutes!
Jessie visibly trembles from the sight. Nathanael narrows his eyes. The fans boo as Johnny, wracked in cuts and pain himself, slowly rises. He laughs at Danni’s suffering and Leina’s misery. Reluctantly, James carefully brings Danni to the penalty box. Snatching the championship belt from the mat, Johnny begins his slow climb up the ladder. Dona’s barely getting up, but she’s dizzy. Tren is slowly recovering. Johnny’s near the top, a wicked grin on his face…
Leina Rael: NO!
Pulling up her NERF Minigun, Leina tries to fire a volley of shots at Johnny. Unfortunately, the NERF darts that hit do nothing but make him laugh! Then suddenly, the fans roar with new life!
Nick Hanson: Hey, look!
Jim Reynolds: Wait a minute, I thought--
Leina Rael: DAD!
From the crowd, DAMON CROSS jumps over the barricade and rushes into the ring! The fans are going insane! Johnny’s in complete disbelief as Damon grabs the ladder and shakes him off. Landing on his feet, Johnny growls and tries to hit Damon with the belt, but Damon ducks underneath and kicks Johnny in the midsection. The belt falls to the side as Damon lifts Johnny up with a ROAR and powerbombs him over the top rope -- AND ONTO THE BURNING TABLE!
EVERYONE is on their feet, even the Collision commentary team! Johnny is WRITHING in pain, the flames put out but dealing burns on his body. Tren and Dona are on their feet, watching Damon glare down at Johnny’s downed form. The Redeemer then checks on his wife who’s barely conscious. There are a few words said out of the camera’s mic’s range before Damon reluctantly leaves. Danni weakly smiles before she falls down inside of the penalty box, curling up into a ball. Back in the ring, Tren and Dona turn towards each other. The fans rally behind them as they battle it out, their fists their only weapons. Dona goes for another “Chainsaw Kick”, but Tren blocks it and drives knee strikes into her ribs! Gritting her teeth, Dona’s unable to catch her breath before Tren lifts her up and sends her onto broken shards with “End of the Line” (Storm Cradle Driver)!
Nick Hanson: End of the Line! This may be the end for Miss Rotten!
Jim Reynolds: You may be right, Nicky. Li, you alright?
Leina Rael: I… y-yeah. Honestly, Jimmy? I’m okay with this…
With Dona down, Johnny out, and Danni’s fading out of consciousness, Tren retrieves his championship belt and climbs the ladder. The Kingdom fans are rallying behind him as the Train Wreck reaches the top… and places the gold on the dangling hook!
DING, DING, DING!
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… AND STILL the NFW World Heavyweight Champiooooon! TREN “TRAIN WRECK” DESCARRILADO!
Jim Reynolds: Let me say it! BEHOLD. THE. KINDGOM!
Leina Rael: Heh, yeah. I’m glad it wasn’t Johnny. F*cking a$$hole…
"Heaven Don't Want Me (And Hell's Afraid I'll Take Over)" by Jackyl plays from the PA system and the fans offer cheers, boos, and applause. The loss of blood is affecting Tren as he’s barely able to get his championship belt from the hook. He’s slow to descend the ladder, watching Dona slowly rise to her feet. Johnny is seething on the outside, in too much pain to do anything but curse. Hiroki comes over to open the door and help Danni out of the penalty box. Leina removes her headset and runs over to check on her mother. Damon makes his way back out to help his wife, even carry her in his arms. Dona smirks at Tren before she exits the ring to give him the celebration. Tren climbs one of the turnbuckles and raises his title up in the air!
Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, that. was. insane!
Jim Reynolds: Everybody should be fucking proud. Well, Towers can go fuck himself.
Nick Hanson: Honestly…? I can’t disagree. Folks, that’s all for Ascension III! For Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson! We’ll see you on the next Collision!
Winner: Tren Descarrilado
Result: Sovereign Of The Frontier
Championship Retained!
Result: Sovereign Of The Frontier
Championship Retained!
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