Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Apr 8, 2018 13:36:46 GMT -8
To the sound of Ozzy Osbourne's "Scream", the opening intro to N*FW's weekly broadcast hits. The music edited together with quick cuts of roster members in various shots of their entrances, matches and promos; highlighting some of the already defining moments of the show.
As the pyro goes off on the stage, we are greeted by Nick Hanson and James Reynolds:
Hanson: "GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND WELCOME TO THE NEW FRONTIER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING"
Reynolds: "N--F--FUCKIN'--W, BABY!"
Hanson: "As always, I'm Nick Hanson, with my colleague James Reynolds. We wanna thank you for joining us this evening and hope you enjoy the action we've got in store for you, tonight! Let's take a look at the line up we've got, because it's sure to knock you on your asses!"
Reynolds: "BITCHES!"
Nick: "Was that really, necessary?"
Reynolds: "What? I thought it went well."
Nick: "You can't just call the viewers from home bitches, Jimmy."
Reynolds: "Fuck you, Nicky."
TONIGHT'S CARD LINEUP!!!!
N*FW TV Championship
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Belphegor (c) vs Tyson Law
Angel vs Trina Tanaka
Matt Klazzic vs Kenny Omega
Colt Shields vs Vincent Stone
Marissa Payne & Shelley Silver vs Mia Hyashi & Apocalypta
Satoru Shade III vs Ryan Steele
The Young Bucks vs The Rebel Rousers
MAIN EVENT
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Shelton Benjamin vs Abaddon
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The camera cuts to the office of NFW President Steven Brody. At his side is a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, a sweet smile, a knockout figure...and a wicked-looking black eye marring her otherwise perfect features.
"Hello, fans..." Brody said into the camera, a proud smile on his chiseled face. "I'd like to introduce you all to my lovely daughter, Alex Brody. She's going to be taking on a role here as a backstage interviewer, as well as assisting me when things get hectic. As, let's face it, they tend to do around here. She was supposed to debut last week at the end of the show, but unfortunately she was in a car accident on her way to the arena. But she wasn't going to let that stop her again this week. Want to say hello to our audience, honey?"
Alex gave a beaming smile, just looking to be the sweetest and friendliest thing in the world. "Thank you, Dad. NFW fans? I want you all to know... I am happy to be, essentially, your voice backstage. I'm a fan, just like you, I've loved wrestling since I was a little girl. To this day I still have a t-shirt I got at my first event, of my hero, Chris Jericho. So I love the sport the way you all do. And trust me, I want to know the same things from the stars of NFW that you do."
Steven grinned, giving her a one-armed hug before the camera settled back on him. He casually sat on the corner of his desk, beginning to speak again. "Thank you, Alex. Now, before we go any further... I'd like to talk to you about something we've received a lot of emails about: when and how we're going to crown our first World Heavyweight Champion. The answer to that is ve-"
He was cut off then, by the door to his office swinging open, having been kicked in by the tall, leggy form of Marissa Payne, already in her ring gear. Alex went wide-eyed with shock or fear, as Marissa suddenly got right into her face. "Back off, snowflake. This doesn't involve you. This is between me and your old man."
She walked over to the president, almost nose-to-nose with him, before finally he let out a light sigh. "What can I do for you, that couldn't wait until after this segment, Ms. Payne?"
Marissa smirked, shaking her head. "You know, you're kinda hot when you get all low-key like that. Anyway. I wanted you to know that we're gonna have a change in the card tonight. All because you can't control the utter fucking ZOO you call a roster."
Before Brody could say anything, Marissa continued. "See, last week, two pieces of shit decided to once again beat the hell out of a girl I grew up with. A girl who literally just wants to have fun and honor her dad's memory. And because she's at home this week, healing her body AND her heart, my partner for tonight is with her, like a best friend should be. So tonight, you're gonna have a "first" to crow on and on about. You're gonna have NFW's first ever handicap match. Because I am going to get in that ring and kick BOTH of those assholes' faces off."
Brody quickly waved his hands, in a slight panic. "No. No no no. There is no way in hell I am letting this happen. You are valuable to this company, and that's inviting major injury. You either find a new partner, or Hayashi and Apocalypta win by forfeit."
"Are you serious?" Marissa asked, exasperated. "Then get me some fucking curtain jerker or something. She can stand her useless ass on the apron while I do all the work or-"
"OH! WAIT!" Alex chimed in, so happy with whatever idea she had that you could almost see a lightbulb over her head. "Ms. Payne? If I may... I think I might have an idea."
Marissa raised one eyebrow in annoyance, crossing her arms. "And what is THAT, snowflake?"
Alex gulped, clearly intimidated. "I just... I was talking to some of the workers before the show, just trying to get to know some of our stars... and I heard one of the ladies mention that they were bummed they didn't have a match tonight. If you're willing to team with anyone... I think I can help you."
Marissa just glared at her, before looking back to her father. "At least ONE person in your family has a goddamn brain at least." She looked back to Alex, giving a long, mean stare. "You better not let me down, snowflake. Or so help me god, President's daughter or not, I will beat the SHIT out of you." She then turned, and stormed out of the room, not even bothering to ask who Alex had in mind.
Alex turned and looked at her father, looking like a deer in headlights. "I... ohmygod. I better go find her and hope to god she agrees to this..."
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During the TV Championship match, it seemed as though Tyson Law - size difference aside - was actually giving Belphegor a run for his money and keeping the giant of a man on his toes. Granted, the power advantage was in the champion's corner, Tyson was able to slip out of most of Belphegor's attempts at attempting most grapple moves. The audience even saw the Circle of Snake's muscle come charging in an attempt at a spear which Tyson managed to use the top corner to lift his lower body up out of the way, causing Belphegor to go shoulder first right into the steel post.
Reynolds: "OH HE MISSED!"
Hanson: "DID YOU HEAR HIS SHOULDER SMACK INTO THE RING POST?!"
Belphegor, grabbing his shoulder, stumbled towards the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Tyson, seeing the opportunity, gave a quick look around at the crowd before running passed the enormous obstacle between him and title gold. He reached the ropes, bouncing off of the middle and.... *SMACK*
Hanson: "SPRINGBOARD ENZIGURI!!! BELPHEGOR'S DOWN!! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A NEW TV CHAMPION!!"
Tyson Law poised himself, waiting for Belphegor to rise so he could go for his finisher. The crowd was on their feet, cheering, no, ROARING for the challenger when all of a sudden, the familiar opening riff of I Prevail's "Come And Get It" suddenly started up over the speakers. Tyson Law turned towards the stage, frowning in alarmed confusion as he relaxed his stance and walked immediately towards the ropes closest to the ramp.
Reynolds: "Hey, look who it is, Nicky!"
Hanson: "I can see that, what the hell is he doing out here?!"
This being said as Nico Salvatore came walking leisurely from backstage, dressed in jeans, timbaland boots and a sleeveless black t-shirt with the N*FW logo on the front. However it was customized with text reading 'NICO'S FUCKING WORLD' instead of 'NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING'. Nico stopped up on the stage and began applauding his rival, mockingly cheering him on. His voice faintly audible as his music stopped, yelling "YOU GOT THIS! YOU GOT IT, C'MON!"
Shaking his head in disgust, Tyson Law pointed his finger to Nico as a warning as he turned back towards Belphegor and - WHAM - was proverbially broken in half by a vicous spear that landed right on the money this time. The defending TV Champion, then, wasted no time in setting Tyson up and lifting him off the ground in a lifting setup for The Ninth Circle before capitalizing and driving him down to the mat for the pinfall victory at 10:32. As he held the title over head, roaring victoriously, Nico Salvatore gave a sarcastic shrug and tapped his temple before taking his leave backstage.
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*Standing in a backstage interview set are Rick Dickulous, and Amy Connors*
"I'm here with N*FW star Rick Dickulous. Rick, last week we saw you, your father, William Mannheim, and his former tag team partner Pitt, interfere in the Silver Mountain Champiomship match. It seems your feud with Adam Cole is heating up, is that what caused your attack last week?"
*Rick smiles at Amy*
"Actually....guy?...that's pretty much knockin it outta the park, to quote an analogy from *Rick makes finger quotes* "America's Favourite Pastime," which they stole from the greatest country on the planet - Canada, eh?"
*Amy fires another question quickly*
"What are your thoughts about Adam Cole? You ended up helping him retain the Silver Mountain Championship. Why did you do that, Rick? Our viewers want to know!"
"Well, buddy, it's like I said: *I* will be the one to take that belt from Adam Fucking Cole. As for my thoughts, friend? Well, I was always told if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
*Rick mimes zipping his lips closed and turning a key. He mimes tossing the key away.
Amy Connors smiles, somewhat amused, turning to the camera. “Well, there you have it folks. Amy Connors, again, with Rick Dickulous. Back to Nick and Ji—“
Before she can finish her closing statement, a kendo stick comes FLYING into frame and nails Rick right in the back of the neck. Amy yells out, startled as the camera man backs up, hastily, in an effort to get out of harm’s way. In doing so, the attacker is revealed as none other than Adam Cole, himself.
Cole takes the kendo stick to Rick’s back and neck several more times, beating the man until he is unsteady on his feet. He then gives a final strike right to the same leg he worked on during their last match against one another, smiling all the while. The strike brings Rick down to one knee.
“How’s that, buddy? Ya like that, guy?! How ‘bout this, friend?!” With an audible *SLAP* sound, Adam Cole hits Rick with a stiff superkick to the side of his jaw, sending him down the rest of the way. Finally, he mounts down onto Rick’s chest and begins raining punches to his face. He pauses just long enough to verbally taunt the man. “You wanna fuck with me?! You better learn just who the fuck I am!” He continues with the punches until several referees and staff members come to pull him off. They succeed, but only for Cole to grab a nearby trash can and bring it down, slamming it onto Rick before letting the officials step in and separate them.
With a cocky grin, he spreads his arms out to the sides. “Say it, Rick. Say my name, bitch.” Two more steps back, Adam Cole squats down, lowering his head before shooting back up and flipping his hair back, throwing up his finger pose. “ADAM COLE BAY-BAY!!!!” He leaves the scene of his attack, laughing as the camera pans from him to the downed Rick Dickulous, surrounded by officials trying to help him as the shot fades to a commercial break.
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In a more or less one sided match, Angel spent a good five minutes completely beating the hell out of Trina Tanaka. On more than one occasion, Angel locked in a submission or went for a pinfall only to break the hold herself whenever it looked like Trina was ready to tap or letting up on the cover before the referee could make it to '3'. Finally, at around 5:32, the N*FW audience got their first look at Angel's finishing maneuver - the Steel Feather: with the tip of her outer steel toed boot, the woman lifted Trina Tanaka up under her jaw, to her feet before viciously striking her with one...two...three spinning roundhouse kicks with the toe as well. With two red lines and a single open cut on her face, Angel finished the move off with a counter-directed spin, smacking her opponent across the face with the heel of her boot - the impact sending spit flying from Tanaka's mouth. Angel, then, set her foot down on her chest for the three count.
Afterward, her manager Eido Tanaka came and took the microphone from the ring announcer, handing it up to his student through the ropes. Angel walked back over to Trina, setting her boot down on her throat and stared with a crazed look at the camera.
"MARISSA-SAN!!!!" She yelled into the microphone. "Watashi ha kore womite inu negatte imasu! Kore ha anata no mirai ha!" Using her free hand, she brushed her white hair out of her face. "Next time...." She said, pointing towards the stage, a wicked smile crossing her face as she drew her index finger across her throat. "I KIRRU YOU!!" She finished in a loud, sharp whisper before dropping the mic at her feet. Hatsune Miku's instrumental version of "Jealous Princess" kicked on over the speakers as she exited the ring and walked with her manager up the ramp and backstage.
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Cutting from ringside, the camera finds Erin Mercer walking backstage in cutoff jean shorts, boots, a black halter top and an open hoodie. With a concerned look on her face, she comes to the locker room door reading ‘VINCENT STONE’ and stops, taking in a deep breath. At first, she reaches for the door handle but stops herself and opts to knock softly, instead.
“Vin? You in there?” She calls softly. No answer. She knocks again. “Vin?” Again...no answer. Erin sighs. “Look, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You haven’t been answering your phone, your texts...nothing. Listen, I don’t understand why you gave in last week...but I want to. If there’s anything bothering you, you know - you *know* you can talk to me. I mean...we’ve been friends for how long? And hell, you taught me most of what I know. Just please...talk to me....”
She pauses again as, again, there is no answer at the door. Erin Mercer sighs, lowering her head a moment before looking up. “You don’t have to right now. Just know I’m here, buddy.” Erin lets out another soft sigh as she moves passed the camera.
The camera pans around, focusing on the woman as she heads off down the hallway. As she gets farther away, we hear the door to Stone’s locker room open before a shoulder of someone in a black t-shirt. From her, the camera pans away further to show the back of who we can clearly recognize as Vincent Stone. We only see his back, however, and the blood drip style text on the back of his t-shirt that reads...’We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes’ as the shot fades out....
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*In the backstage area, we see Josh Davison standing in the interview area.*
"Ladies and gentlemen, presenting my guest at this time, Matt Klazzic," Davison says as the camera zooms out a bit as Klazzic enters the area, shaking Davison's hand and looking off into the distance.
"Now, two weeks ago, you were brutally attacked post-match by Paul Heyman's latest client, Katsuya Kitamura. What the fans are wanting to know is, how are you doing and how will this affect your focus as you step into the ring with Kenny Omega tonight?" Davison asks.
"Well Josh, I'd first like to thank all the nice fans for sending their cards and letters in wishing me a speedy recovery from Mr. Kitamura's assault. I'm happy to say that, while I'm not at a 100% this week, that won't stop me from going out there and giving it my all tonight against Kenny Omega. And with the continued support of you nice fans out there, maybe tonight will be the night I get that win. And you know, Josh? I have to say thank you to my fans out there again. I know it's been a tough few weeks and I've come up short a lot, but you people have continued to stick it out with me. And I can't thank them enough. I will say that when I do get that win, I have a feeling it's going to be like a huge wave. A wave that will continue to build and build until I get to the top and have that opportunity to celebrate our success with all you fans out there.
As for Kenny Omega tonight? I have no doubt he's talented. I was recently shown some older videos of him wrestling in a campground and also wrestling a 13-year old girl in Japan. I hope he realizes that while I'm not at 100%, I'm still dangerous and it would be a mistake to overlook me. Kenny Omega? Get ready, the "Klazzic Attack" is coming for you tonight.
And one last thing: Katsuya Kitamura, I haven't forgotten what you did to me. If you and your manager really want a taste of the Klazzic Attack, meet me in the ring, next week. Bring your manager, your trainer, whoever else you feel you would need to get in the ring with me. I'm not 100% now, but I will be by next week, and let's see how tough you really are. Thank you Josh, and have a nice evening," Klazzic says as he shakes Davison's hand and leaves the interview area.
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True to his word, for the most part, Matt Klazzic proved to be quite a formidable and dangerous opponent to Kenny Omega. While 'The Cleaner' came at Klazzic with his stiff strikes and technical takedowns, the masked underdog made it clear that he wasn't going down that easily. After dropping Omega with a rather impressive sidewalk slam, he stopped to taunt for his finisher. He made the mistake of turning around, however, as the referee rushed to the ropes to demand that Nick and Matt Jackson get down from the apron. Pointing to the Young Bucks and quickly looking around at the crowd, Matt Klazzic ran in to attempt a double clothesline. The Young Bucks were quick to hop back down to the floor, staying clear of danger. This gave their leader the opening he needed to recover to his feet. When Matt Klazzic turned back to face his opponent, he was rewarded with a painful sounding elbow strike to the jaw that sent him twisting and turning his back again. Kenny Omega then lifted him up onto his shoulders, shifted one leg off and drove Klazzic down to the mat with the Katayoku no Tenshi for the pinfall victory at 7:56.
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*Rick Dickulous can be seen through a haze in his dressing room. Anne Murray is smoking away as he pulls hard on her, clearing the bowl. He exhales a huge cloud, and immediately packs another bowl. He sets Anne Murray aside and picks up the XBox controller from the table. The camera pans to show a flatscreen, a goal celebration from NHL 2018 playing*
"Fuck YEAH, guy!! Go leaf NATION!!"
*Rick's phone begins ringing, PPAP blaring from the phone's speaker. Rick looks at the screen, shrugs, and answers it*
"Creamatorium - you kill 'em, we grill 'em....guy!"
"Really? I mean, I don't remember ordering one but....what's on it?"
"Bacon, ham, and mushroom? FUCK YEAH I'LL TAKE IT! That's a Canadian pizza, buddy! Wait....and it's free? I'm not gonna lie to you, I kinda do have the munchies. Me and Anne Murray have been makin' out. Lots. What entrance are you at, friend?"
"Gate 4? Ok, be right there. Thanks, guy! Sorry if it takes a few....I gotta stop and drop a quick deuce on the way."
*Rick hangs up the phone and sets his controller on the table. He gets up and walks out of his locker room, the camera following him out. The camera stops just outside the door as Rick walks away, following an overhead sign showing the way to Gate 4.
The camera then does a dramatic pan from the sign back to the outside of the doorway as a man in an El Piso Mojado mask stands, watching Rick head off. Even with the mask on, it is painfully obvious as to who it is...given the lump of his bun-tied hair under the back of his mask and the facial hair around his mouth. Not to mention the horribly crude t-shirt design of a male stencil outline colored like the American flag with a female stencil outline colored like Canada’s flag straddling the prone male figure in a pornographically, suggestive position. The text above it reading, ‘F*CK CANADA’.
The ‘mysterious figure’ places a hand over his mouth, mock-stifling a laugh as he then over-emphasizes sneaking into the locker room, waving for the camera man to follow him. The camera does so, following him over to where Rick left his Anne Murray bong. He picks it up, looking it over and nodding his head, stifling another laugh. Finally, he turns towards the camera, holds up Anne Murray in one hand and throws up two fingers with the other, whispering real softly:
“Adam Cole bay-bay!”
The camera stays in place, but turns as the masked Adam Cole tucks the bong against his chest and hurries out of the locker room, disappearing in the direction he came from.
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The camera goes to static, and you know for certain another Rosemary promo is about to occur. The red “Rosemary’s hands” appears on the screen like running blood. She is talking to her left forefinger as she comes into the screen, the words inaudible. In the background we see the barrel with the flames in it and the wall full of pictures with cleavers in them.
After a few moments of her talking to herself, the words finally disappear and she looks up at the camera.
“We….. are… not… amused” She walks very close to the camera, so the face appears off enter and you only see her eye and can see her mouth moving out of the corner
“First Stephen Brody hires a impression artist just to snub us, then he gifts her the belt that should be rightfully ours, then he gives us” she pauses and screams the next words “US a week off when our knock off has a match. We could understand if she was defending our belt, but she isn’t. She is in another four way, which will obviously turn into another circus. Last’s weeks match , wasn’t. Marissa Payne dumps bricks on our knock off, which we applaud by the way, but her interference gets rewarded? We now understand the game we must play…. and woe unto the women’s division, because we are coming for you.”
Backing away from the camera for a moment as she starts tapping her temple. She appears to be talking to her self —— again. She returns to her very close up shot of her left eye where all we can see if the eye and the crook of the mouth.
“There is some good news we want to share with the hive though. We finally got our little Stoney to embrace his darkness. With his talents, and our mentorship combined with the Shadow’s influence, he will finally taste victory here. We don’t really care who doesn’t like it, we heard someone was looking for us, someone still not worth mentioning. Especially when they get squashed like a bug. Belief sometimes is not enough, little one. First lesson is free”
Is is obvious she is mentioning the match between Erin Mercer and Shelley Silver. She backs up again and one final time appears to be talking to herself, arguing with herself more like it, facing right and then left, hands out in front of her.
“Speaking of winning and lessons.” She walks over to her makeshift table and picks up two handmade dolls, one dressed like herself and one dressed to look like Candi Brodeur. She walks back over to the camera, setting up the dolls as if it was Candi and Rosemary having a conversation.
In a mocking tone “Over the years I’ve seen a lot in this sport, Luckily for me... that's a chance I am *more* than happy to take. It's time to tap or snap. See you in the ring, Rosemary.”
The sound of someone spitting can be heard off camera and Rosemary moves her doll around like she is giving the mist of transformation to Candi. Dropping the dolls onto the floor Rosemary’s doll lands on top of the Candi doll and the camera focuses in on the words Red Wedding written on the ground, with the numbers 1, 2 and 3 written near where the dolls land.
Rosemary is not seen walking off camera but we all know she does as the camera goes to static and the words Rosemary’s Hands go from red to yellow, change shape and back to red again with the words Inferno then they fade to black.
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As Colt Shields stands in the ring, waiting on his opponent, a primal scream shatters the silence through the speakers as the lights go completely black.
The lights then take on an eerie yellow and green flickering effect around the entrance stage and ramp as Kenneth Nixon’s “Left Behind” begins to play.
Hanson: “What in the world?”
Reynolds: “What’s going on, Nicky?”
The crowd boos as Rosemary, herself, comes sauntering out on stage with that deranged smile, staring right down the ramp at Colt Shields. She raises an extended arm, pointing at the man, slowly turning then and pointing towards the entry way.
Hanson: “I don’t know. Rosemary’s out here, but we were expecting....”
Hanson trails off as, with Rosemary pointing to the entry way, a familiar figure comes slowly walking out with his head down, shrouded under a black towel. For the most part, we recognize the theme of the man’s gear except the kneepads bear the words ‘DECAY’ with yellow text, outlined in green. The front of his t-shirt from before bears the familair ‘HANDS OF STONE’ logo with the word ‘STONE’ spray painted over with the word ‘DECAY’.
Hanson: “Jim, is...is that...?”
At the 0:42 second mark in the song, when the first chorus starts, Rosemary yanks the towel off of the man’s head. He immediately looks up with the camera panning in dramatically on the face of Vincent Stone, however, different....
The top half of his face is now painted over in yellow with black smudges around his eyes; his eyes which now bear an eerie yellow color with black pupils. Beside him, Rosemary gives an inaudible laughter, twirling in a circle like a demented ballerina of sorts before gesturing with both hands to him as if to say ‘see what we have created!’ As she does, Vincent Stone begins the walk down the ramp with a tunnel vision like determination; never taking his eyes off of Colt Shields.
Rather than his usual entrance into the ring, Stone slides right in under the bottom rope and quickly comes up onto one knee and strikes a variation of his usual pose. As he lowers his arms, he turns his gaze right back onto Shields and comes to his feet, standing in the center of the ring with the referee trying to get him back into his corner. He absolutely refuses to budge until Rosemary comes to gesture him back, patting the ref on the head and waving her finger at him while doing so.
Once Stone steps back into his corner, Rosemary appears to be saying something to him, stroking his face adoringly before suddenly tearing the Hands of Decay t-shirt right off of his body as the lights return to normal and the music fades. Only when she exits the ring, does the referee ring the bell to start the match. The second it does, however, Vincent Stone goes from his calm, almost entranced state, to charging across the ring like a rabid animal. He hits Colt with a flying knee to the chest, knocking him into his own corner where he begins assaulting him with rapid yet still precise elbows and knees until the referee backs him up. Stone immediately crosses the ring to Rosemary on the apron as the ref checks to make sure Colt Shields is still good to go....
While Shields was able to continue, the audience also bore witness to what Rosemary had created in the 'transformed' Vincent Stone. Throughout the match, Stone displayed a more vicious and brutal offense as well as a more aggressive side. While fans were used to seeing him usually give his opponents - within reason - room to recover, this time saw him staying on Colt Shields like a well trained attack dog. More knees, kicks and elbows with less grappling and technical wrestling. Stone looked to be more out to hurt someone than put on a show for the crowd. Due to the size advantage, Stone focused mainly on Colt's legs and ribs with his sharp kicks to keep him unsteady on his feet.
Colt Shields fought back with his own powerful offense, clearly having the size and power advantage as the bigger man. As he answered Stone's strikes with hard blows of his own, on top of vicious slams, Rosemary stood at ringside, yelling at Stone like a scolding mother anytime he ended up on the mat, phased by his opponent's attacks. In the end, however, Stone countered a clothesline attempt and hit Shields with a basement dropkick in the back of his knee, dropping him to his knees, followed by his Shining Wizard to the back of the head. While fans were waiting for Stone's finishing 'FATALITY' they, instead, saw the changed man poise himself before coming off of the ropes and burying Colt's head into the mat with a sickening Curb Stomp, otherwise known by him as the Disasterpiece. Vincent Stone rolled Colt Shields over, immediately after, and covered him for the three count at 10:12.
Once the match if finally finished, the camera rotates to Rosemary as she can be seen going under the ring for a moment.
Hanson: "What is she doing?
Reynolds: "Who the fuck knows? She's nuts"
Hanson: "That is what I am worried about --- "
She returns into view with a bamboo cane in hand, and she walks over to the announcers table, turning her head cocked to the left, looking at both men and then she rears back and strikes both men violently, spinning around with glee after grabbing a microphone.
Handon and Reynolds: (in unison) What the fuck??!!!
"If the Young Bucks can do it, so can we!"
As she is climbing into the ring Hanson looks at Reynolds.
Hanson: "Am I bleeding?"
Reynolds: "I think we both are, and she is NOT as cool as the Young Bucks"
Hanson: "Oh shut up, they knocked you out too"
Sliding into the ring she continues to talk into the microphone. 'We wanted to continue with the transformation process. Vincent Stone, come here our son."
He walks over to her silently and she grabs his hair and forces him to the ground by the back of his head.
Hanson: "Someone cut her mic ---"
Reynolds: "She might be a wack job, but let's hear her out"
"With the grandest stage of them all being set, elsewhere, we are not concerned with those moments, but moments that truly changed the face of this business. So Stone, lets h remake our own little Extreme moment, shall we?"
Hanson: "Umm no, no, no she can't be meaning what I think she is meaning"
Reynolds: "Yeah, um no. Don't do it Stone. Walk away. Just walk away"
Just than we hear the sickening sound of bamboo cane on flesh, as the camera pans back to the ring, Stone willingly draped across the far ropes.
Rosemary bends over and pics up the mic again "Just say you're unworthy and this ends" dropping the mic to the mat again and she slams into him again, and again and again. each time the crowd gets more silent.
Hanson: "That is nine times now, one more and he ties Tommy Dreamer"
Rosemary picks back up the mic walking over Stone, his back a mess of bruises and blood everywhere from multiple cuts. "We are almost done, do you want us to stop?"
Stone responds "Thank You Mother...May I Have ANOTHER!!!!"
Dropping the mic and backing all the way across the ring she comes running at him full force and lands the hardest blow she has yet to land Just as "Wish I Had An Angel" from Nightwish begins to play and we see Erin Mercer running to the ring, mouthing the words
"No More".
Grabbing the cane from Rosemary as she pushes her down, she appears to have many words for the Demon Assassin. Rosemary smiling back up at her, just infuriates her, so she raises the cane with the intention of striking her, and Stone grabs the cane from Eric, hocking her into turning to look at the man, who appears to be one of Rosemary's own now, Stone staring at her with eyes that seem to no longer recognise her.
Having gotten back up, Rosemary quickly lands a Red Wedding on Erin, sending her into a heap in the mat.
Stone falls down on his knees in front of Rosemary and she raises the cane high above her head with one hand while stroking her new son's face with the other, looking down at him with adoration.
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Cutting from the previous scene, the camera finds Apocalypta sitting on a metal folding chair in the dimly lit locker room of the Circle Of Snakes. Water drips from her black and red hair that hangs partially in her painted face and over her over her cropped leather entrance top. Her taped up hands clutch the Women’s Championship by the strap while we can hear what sounds like some indistinguishable yet brutal black metal blasting from a set of earbuds in her ears. Her white eyes focus not on the camera but on nothing in particular in front of her. God only knows what’s going through the champion’s mind....
Knocking briefly first, Mia Hayashi stomps in like she owns the place, in black jeans, an old Razor Ramon t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, rolling her eyes at the scene before her. "Oh for the love of fuck. Can we seriously can the Marilyn Manson shit and just get down to business? Abaddon likes the idea of us being a team, so... let's figure out how we're gonna make Blackheart's life miserable THIS week."
Apocalypta lifts her head, turning to look up at Mia as she pulls the earbuds out and drops them aside, not even bothering to pause or shut off the music, which can now be faintly identified as Cannibal Corpse’s “Hammer Smashed Face.”
“Hello again, little lamb.” Apocalypta greets coolly to Mia as she brushes her hair out of her face and rises from her seat, coming to stand over Mia. “Unfortunately, it would appear doing so directly seems...a little difficult this week. The black sheep is like a sly cat that knows the hounds are on the hunt. So to strike where it hurts...” Apocalypta pauses briefly, appearing to be looking Mia over. Sizing her up? Who knows? “...we do so indirectly. Destroy what she cherishes most.”
Mia blinked, brow furrowed. "...but I don't even think she brings her wireless Hitachi Magic Wand on the road with h-..." she stopped, wincing as she looked up. "You totally meant a person, didn't you?"
A faint smile is almost visible under the black and white skull makeup that covers Apocalypta’s features. It’s all but warming however, given the eeriness that her eyes add to it as she brings a hand up to tilt Mia’s chin up more. “Such naivety for such an angry little lamb.” Her thumb presses against Mia’s bottom lip. “If we cannot bring wrath and carnage to Blackheart directly...we use what we have been given. As it would seem...whether he realizes it or not...Steven Brody has given us the tools to do just that....”
Mia just glared for a moment, before mumbling under her breath. "Naive my ass... she cherishes that damn thing like Gollum and the ring..." She shook her head, then sighed. "Ok then, Tats... enough with the riddles and villainous monologuing. What's this idea of yours?"
Apocalypta’s expression darkens, her smile fading but her tone remaining the same as she steps in more on Mia, keeping her hand right on her chin. “Trust in the master. The plan is already in the works. We all have our parts to play. You and I...we take away what friends she has left. Then...the Circle will corner another rat...and your little Lara will helplessly watch as they rip their prey apart. Do you understand, little lamb?”
"....I understand that you're fuckin' NUTS. But yeah... I get it." She gave a devious, spiteful grin, tapping her chin with her index finger. "In fact... if I dig back deep enough, I think I can give you guys all the emotional ammunition you need to utterly... completely.... DESTROY that little bitch."
Apocalypta’s lips peel back into a wide, amused grin. “Now, you’re beginning to think like a snake....” She licks her lips in anticipation. “I knew there had to be a reason the master trusted you. Who knows? In time...maybe you and I will start getting along. Just know that, no matter what, I’ll be keeping an eye on you...just to be sure. Anywhere...and everywhere....” Apocalypta backs Mia up against the nearby wall, bringing the back of her fingers up over the girl’s lips before pressing her index finger against them to keep Mia from possibly interrupting, “...I’ll be watching.” Her tone is dark and ominous at best. Is this a warning?
Mia just blinked, her expression somewhere between terrified and mildly annoyed. Silently, she turned, walking out the door of the locker room.... but pausing halfway out. She turned, a puzzled expression on her face. "....even when I'm pooping? On second thought.... don't... don't answer that." And then? She was gone.
After Mia leaves, the camera pans back around to a close up of Apocalypta watching her leave. Her lips purse tightly against one another as the woman takes in a deep inhale. Almost as if she’s fighting to stop herself from laughing. As soon as she notices the camera still there, her expression quickly snaps back to that of her normal coldness. Her hand comes up over the camera lens and with a crunch and a twist, we cut to static....
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The camera opens up as it spans through the backstage area it approaches a black shadow which appears to be human and we hear a voice talking in the distance... "You people dont know the troubles ive went through.... I was damn near tortured as I was growing up... I was made fun of alot in school... and I didnt ask for it..." The voice grows near and we see a man in a dark part of the backstage area.... "Apparently society has its standards" as the voice continues talking....." I didn't live up to those standards.. no matter how hard I tried.. it just wasnt enough...... so now its my turn to inflict pain on you people..... but there is a angel in my thoughts...someone that can save me... someone that can help you.. and you ask how does this person help me.... this person saves you from me... because I want to change when I'm around this person.... all the darkness in my life is gone when I'm around this person... but I dont know how long I can battle myself with this...."
As the camera gets closer the voice appears to have a name and it's Ryan Steele as a small light hanging frm the ceiling comes on and Ryan is sitting on a chair...as he is still talking "The mental anguish that was bestowed on me at a young age haunts me to this day.... but you people think I'm fine... I am when around her...its like I'm a different person around her.. she changes me and she is not even doing anything physical to do so....the aura that surrounds her is breath talking... its like im standing in front of an actual angel.... she is beautiful, she is gorgeous, she helps me... she helps me from beating the hell out of all of you...as I sit in this chair... with this light swinging back and forth.. how long will i have to battle myself... the thoughts linger....do I hurt this person or not? Maybe one day I figure out the answers." The camera pans back throughout the backstage area showing multiple locker room doors on its way back to the beginning as it fades out.. The screen goes black....
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After Marissa Payne sprinted down to the ring to the tune of Lamb of God's "Desolation", she stood on the ring apron, anxious to find out if Brody and his daughter had come through for her. Suddenly, the opening chords of Fozzy's "Judas" began to play, as the green-clad Kid Cthulu burst through the curtains, doing her trademark crawl a fourth of the way to the ring, before hopping up and excitedly jogging down the rest of the way once the beat to the music picked up.
Even though Marissa had savaged her in the ring just last week, the girl's sense of justice obviously overrode any hard feelings, as she looked at Marissa, pointed at the two opponents, and yelled "JUSTICE FOR LARAAAA!" and suddenly springboarded at Mia with a clothesline to start the match.
The tag match was going well, despite the impromptu pairing of Marissa Payne and Kid Cthulhu. After the initial tag in, which involved some hesitation on Marissa’s part, the two showed to have especially good chemistry.
Chemistry between Apocalypta and Mia Hyashi was equally impressive and the two battling teams, overall had the crowd on their feet, eventually chanting ‘FIGHT FOREVER!’
After a solid ten minutes of action, Marissa Payne stood on the inside of the ropes, landing an elbow that sent Mia tumbling to the outside floor. Following that, a brief trading of blows between Payne and Marissa ended with Marissa ramming her shoulder into Apocalypta through the top and middle ropes. Apocalypta landed on her feet beside Mia but Kid Cthulhu immediately came off of the ropes, sprinting across the ring and hit a suicide plancha over her partner and taking both women of the opposite team down.
The crowd was on their feet again, cheering for Payne and Kid. With Marissa by herself in the ring, however, the cheers quickly turned to boos as ANGEL appeared from the crowd, sliding into the ring behind Marissa and attacking her with a forearm across the back.
At 10:44, the match was rules as a disqualification in Marissa and Kid Cthulhu’s favor. The two new rivals - Marissa and Angel - continued their brawl, taking it outside the ring and into the crowd as Kid Cthulhu found herself face to face with Mia Hyashi. Lara’s former friend and partner grinned wickedly as she slowly closed in on the masked woman before Apocalypta came rushing from the side and hit Kid Cthulhu with a vicious spear into the ring apron. This commenced a two on one beatdown that saw Mia and Apocalypta kicking and stomping on Marissa’s impromptu partner. The assault ended with Apocalypta lifting Kid Cthulhu up and driving her through the Spanish announce table with the Ground Zero.
Hanson: “GODDAMN IT! SOMEBODY GET THEM OUT OF HERE!”
Reynolds: “She can’t possibly be one hundred percent but she knew what she was getting into, Nicky.”
Hanson: “The match is over! We got Payne and Angel - they’re brawling it out somewhere in the arena and these two just assaulted her partner!”
Several referees appeared, demanding Mia and Apocalypta to step back. Apocalypta jerks her arm away from one referee as she turns and leads the way for her and Mia away from the scene, circling the ring and heading up the ramp. At the top of the stage, Apocalypta and Mia both turn with Hyashi striking an antagonizing pose, leaning to the side on one leg while Apocalypta hovered behind her, calmly raising the Women’s Championship over her head before the shot cuts away.
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*A chainsaw roars to life over the arena sound system, Jackyll's "Lumberjack" blares as Rick Dickulous makes his way to the ring. He steps onto the apron, and then over the ropes and into the ring. He motions for a microphone and signals for his music to be shut off*
"Cut the music, guy! Sorry!"
*Rick slowly walks around the ring*
"I don't know where she went. I mean, she didn't leave a note...she didn't call...she just left."
*Rick looks up the ramp, seemingly talking to the locker room*
"I'll find her. I'll find out who took her. And when I do, we'll drop gloves for real - you don't kidnap a man's woman and expect sunshine, unicorn farts, and rainbows."
"Fair warning, I'll be doing a little Encyclopedia Brown work over the next few weeks in regards to this - I'm hoping I can count on the other stars in the back to help with this missing persons investigation...unless you have something to hide."
*Rick slides out under the ropes and begins walking into the back*
"Whoever's responsible, your days are numbered, friend...."
"SORRY, NOT SORRY!!"
*Rick tosses the mic to a stagehand beside the ramp and stalks aggressively back through the curtain*
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"The Omega" Ryan Steele defeated Satoru Shade III in an 8:46 long display of both men's technical wrestling prowess when Shade went for the Shadow Kick, missing as Steele ducked underneath Shade while he was airborn in a maneuver that shocked the crowd and drew instant applause. While Shade quickly scrambled to his feet, Ryan Steele readied himself for when the man turned around and landed the Chaos Theory, covering Satoru Shade for the pinfall victory.
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As the show returns from the commercial break, the opening guitar twangs of Upchurch's "Cheatham County" fill the arena.
~Man these boys think they got me, HAHA! You ain't got shit son! I'm the Lane Frost of this shit! So bring ya ass on in....~
~HEEEELLLLL YEEEEAAAAH!!!!~
Hanson: "Alright! You ready to party, Jimmy?!"
Reynolds: "I can't fucking stand these guys...."
A pop from the crowd sounds as numerous fan signs come up, varying from 'REBELS 4 LIFE' to 'STARS N BARS - IT'S WHO WE ARE'. Emerging onto the stage, The Rebel Rousers, Teddy Morse and Chase Evans make their way to the ring; Evans' hulking form lumbering down the ramp while he high fives the front row. Morse mirrors the crowd interaction on the opposite side, however doing so while stepping and 'dancing' in rhythm with their music. Reaching the ring, Chase Evans enters immediately while Teddy Morse breaks into a regular walk to the ring announcer, grabbing two mics. Joining his partner in the ring, he tosses one of them to the man before signaling to have their music stopped.
"Man...." Teddy says with a smile on his face. "It may not be where we were born but DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK IN THE SOUTH! HOW Y'ALL DOIN' SAN ANTONE?!" The crowd roars their approval. Teddy's all smiles while Chase closes his mouth and rubs the back of his neck. Teddy sees this and shrugs his empty hand. "What?"
Chase places a hand gingerly on his friend's shoulder, raising his mic up to his mouth. "Technically, man, Texas is usually referred to as the West." Teddy frowns in confusion. "What? Nah man, we're in the South! Hell, we're as far South in the USA as we can go! Any further and we'd be in Mexico and I don't even speak Mexican!" Chase rolls his eyes and looks at Teddy. "Spanish." Teddy frowns. "Huh?" Chase rubs the bridge of his nose. "Spa--nish! The language is called Spanish!" Teddy looks more confused, looking to the amused crowd then back to Chase. "That don't make no sense, man! People in Mexico speak Mexican. People from *Spain* speak *Spanish*! I paid attention in school. 'Specially Spanish class! Man, that was a hard class. Hey, speaking of hard, you remember Mrs. Santiago, the Spanish teacher? Man, I tell you what; you wanna talk about something gettin' hard? I sure as shit---" The crowd laughs as Chase palms Teddy's mouth with his large hand and brings his mic back up. "You...are gonna get us sued...or fired...maybe both. Gimme this." He takes Teddy's mic and tosses it out of the ring. Teddy comically turns between his partner and the direction he tossed his microphone, mouthing 'THE HELL, MAN?!'
"Anyway, y'all, straight to business!" Teddy continues, addressing the crowd. "Y'all got the program in hand, y'all have seen the card. YOUNG BUCKS!" The crowd boos at the mention of their opponents for the evening as Chase turns towards the stage with Teddy standing next to him, turning serious. "You boys wanted to make a statement when y'all came up in here, last week. Y'all wanted to get everyone's attention. Well guess what? The only statement you two jackasses made, was that yer dumb as shit and you don't think about the consequences of yer actions. As far as getting attention? Oh, you best damn well believe you got some, because you got the attention of these two right here." He gestures between himself and Teddy Morse. "Now, I'm sure y'all boys in the Bullet Club have heard the saying 'Don't Mess With Texas'...." He pauses, letting the crowd get another cheer in before continuing. "But tonight, my boy Teddy and myself are gonna teach you a lesson that's just a liiittle more important: Don't Mess With the Rebels! And if you need me to spell it out fer ya, it breaks down like this: you stay cool by us, hell we'll buy ya the first round of cold ones. But you piss us off -- like you two sonsabitches went and did last week -- the only rounds we're giving out is a couple of cans of whupass. So without further adue, I hope y'all are thirsty, 'cause it's open bar up in this bitch!" Chase tosses the mic aside, out of the ring and immediately goes to snatching off his bandana and removing his t-shirt. Beside him, Teddy removes his M.W.G.A trucker's hat and his denim vest; the Rebel Rousers backing to their corner and waiting for their opponents to come out....
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The tag team match between the Young Bucks and the Rebel Rousers was ruled a no contest after 10:29 when Tyler Grey and Chris Wolfe of the Circle of Snakes came sprinting down to the ring, still in their street clothes but still with their signature face paint and started the attack by targeting both legal men - Matt and Chase - in the ring. With Nick and Teddy entering the ring at the same time, Nick missed a superkick intended for Chris Wolfe and ended up nailing Teddy Morse as he came charging from the other side. A split second later, Chris Wolfe whipped Nick around and quickly scooping him up for the Direwolf. Matt, however, was able to nail him with a superkick before he finished the move. While this saved his brother Nick, Matt was clubbed from behind with a forearm by Tyler Grey. Seeing this, Nick went for a superkick on Tyler only to have his foot caught and whipped around just in time to see Chase Evans barreling at him for a clothesline. Nick ducked it, causing Chase to crash right into Tyler, sending both men over the top rope and to the outside.
This gave the Young Bucks a window of escape as the two slid out of the ring and bailed through the crowd with Teddy Morse yelling for the two to come back. He didn't see Chris Wolfe back on his feet behind him and when he finally turned around, an angry Wolfe kicked him below the belt and drove him down with the Direwolf while Tyler Grey took a chair to the skull of Chase Evans with an audible *WHACK*, sending him to the floor. Essentially the last team standing, the tag unit for the Circle of Snakes, relatively unsated in their anger towards last weeks attack took their own exit back up the ramp, angrily threatening the camera man if he didn't get out of their way.
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Abaddon defeated Shelton Benjamin after a thrilling contest, worthy of being called the Main Event, after hitting him with The Road To Hell and pinning him at 15:28.
After the match, Abaddon remained in the ring, watching as Shelton Benjamin pulled himself to his feet and came face to face with him in the center of the ring. Shelton could only stare, puzzled as Abaddon silently gave him a wicked smile.
Hanson: "HEY WAIT A MINUTE! COMING TOWARDS THE RING AGAIN!!"
Reynolds: "IT'S GREY AND WOLFE!!"
Hanson: "SHELTON! BEHIND YOU!"
While Shelton couldn't hear the commentary team, it was as if he could feel trouble approaching as the realization showed on his face. By the time he turned around, however, it was already too late and the three members of the Circle of Snakes converged on him like a pack of dogs. The three men viciously stomping and kicking at Shelton. Following this, the three took turns laying down their own exclamation points. A Direwolf from Chris Wolfe, a Phoenix Splash from Tyler Grey and a second Road To Hell from Abaddon. Shelton Benjamin was soon a crumpled mess on the mat.
Hanson: "THIS IS UNCALLED FOR!! SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS!!"
Reynolds: "For once, I have to agree with you, Nicky! Oh shit, what now?"
Reynolds says as Abaddon slaps Tyler Grey in the chest to get his attention and points to the ringside area. Nodding, Grey slides out of the ring and grabs the ring announcer's chair after she hastily stands up and moves, terrified. He tosses the chair into the ring before grabbing the time keeper and rips him out of his chair and to the floor. Grey grabs that chair, slams it into it's folded position and slides into the ring with it while Chris Wolfe picks up the first chair and Abaddon pulls Shelton up to his feet, standing behind him while Grey and Wolfe position themselves on either side.
Reynolds: "No way. Not this!"
Hanson: "Why isn't anyone stopping these psychopaths?!"
Reynolds: "God, no! Don't do it!"
Reynolds pleads outwardly as Grey and Wolfe rear the chairs back just as a pop explodes from the crowd.
Hanson: "Wait! Here comes the cavalry! Thank you!!"
The source of both the crowd's and Hanson's excitement come in the form of Big Daddy Payne and Andrew Payne. The two hitting the ring from backstage like their friend's life depended on it. The slide in and immediately pounce on Chris Wolfe and Tyler Grey. BDP successfully backs Wolfe into one corner, raining vicious stomps down on him while Andrew Payne tosses Tyler Grey over the top rope. From behind BDP, Abaddon yanks him around in an attempt to save Grey. BDP blocks an overhead strike and smashes him in the jaw with an elbow. Abaddon stumbles backwards and turns a 180* right into a kick to the midsection by Andy, topping it off with---
Hanson: "ART OF RUIN TO ABADDON!!!!"
Coming from behind, Tyler Grey misses an attempt at a rear clothesline as BDP sees Andy's warning and ducks. Grey runs right into the---
Reynolds: "THERE'S THE FADED LINE!! CRANK UP THE LOG, BITCHES!!"
Hanson: "I have to tell ya, Jimmy, these two couldn't have come at a better time. Coming to the rescue of their fellow---WHAT THE HELL?!?!"
Hanson's relief is cut off as the monster Belphegor, accompanied by Apocalypta, comes from the ramp, grabbing BDP by the feet and yanking him effortlessly out of the ring. A vicious right hand does little to nothing to phase the giant as he scoops BDP up into a bear hug, turns and runs him spine first into the apron, steps back, then runs full speed into the outside ring post before dropping him to the floor. He only has a second for loom over the man before, from the side, he looks up at Andrew having hopped out of the ring, fuming at him. Right in front of the crowd, the two men get face to face with Belphegor silently spreading his arms out. A challenge.
Staring up at the taller man, 'The Punisher' Andy gives the crowd beside them a brief glance. He's not intimidated and his face shows it. He quickly answers Belphegor's challenge, unleashing a series of rights and lefts; enough to actually rock the big man. The crowd explodes, jumping from their seats. One audible man able to be heard yelling 'BEAT HIS ASS, ANDY!' Belphegor is knocked back towards the ring announcer and commentary section where he stops to catch himself on the bannister with his back turned. Then, whether it's from pure anger or sheer determination, the enormous beast of a man lets out a bellowing roar, turning back to Andy and clocking him with a massive fist of his own right across the jaw. The Punisher's momentum is stopped dead in it's tracks as he wobbles on his feet. Belphegor then grabs him by the back of his head and runs him right into the main announce table. Hanson and Reynolds instinctively jump to their feet and move out of the way.
Hanson: "OHHH!! The Punisher almost had him but the big man's just too much to handle!"
Reynolds: "Nicky, I'm not even sure this guy IS a man!"
Hanson: "You're right! He's an animal!"
Reynolds: "He's a monster!"
Keeping on the attack, Belphegor pulls Andy from the table and drives a knee into his gut with such force, we can actually hear Andy's grunt of pain before Belphegor lifts him up into a vertical position and holds him for several seconds.
Reynolds: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT'S THREE HUNDRED POUNDS HE'S LIFTING UP LIKE IT'S NOTHING!"
Hanson: "LOOK AT THE POWER OF BELPHEGOR!!"
Reynolds: "Fuck, Nicky, out of the way! OUT OF THE WAY!"
He barely has time to get the words out before Belphegor slams Andrew Payne through their table with a loud crash.
Hanson: "NINTH CIRCLE, MY GOD!! THIS IS CHAOS!!"
Back inside the ring, Abaddon, Tyler Grey and Chris Wolfe have recovered as Grey kicks Shelton Benjamin out of the ring under the bottom rope and Belphegor joins them in the ring. Flanked by Grey and Wolfe, Abaddon smiles sadistically as he spreads his arms; beneath him, Apocalypta rests between his legs with her legs laid out flat while her hands push herself up. Abaddon laughs, bidding all viewers behold the destruction. Brief camera cuts show the down and out members of the McKeesport Mafia before cutting back to the ring. The Circle of Snakes in it's entirety now with Belphegor having joined them them to tower behind Abaddon with his massive arms raised. This is the final shot before we fade out to black, ending this week's show....
As the pyro goes off on the stage, we are greeted by Nick Hanson and James Reynolds:
Hanson: "GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND WELCOME TO THE NEW FRONTIER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING"
Reynolds: "N--F--FUCKIN'--W, BABY!"
Hanson: "As always, I'm Nick Hanson, with my colleague James Reynolds. We wanna thank you for joining us this evening and hope you enjoy the action we've got in store for you, tonight! Let's take a look at the line up we've got, because it's sure to knock you on your asses!"
Reynolds: "BITCHES!"
Nick: "Was that really, necessary?"
Reynolds: "What? I thought it went well."
Nick: "You can't just call the viewers from home bitches, Jimmy."
Reynolds: "Fuck you, Nicky."
TONIGHT'S CARD LINEUP!!!!
N*FW TV Championship
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Belphegor (c) vs Tyson Law
Angel vs Trina Tanaka
Matt Klazzic vs Kenny Omega
Colt Shields vs Vincent Stone
Marissa Payne & Shelley Silver vs Mia Hyashi & Apocalypta
Satoru Shade III vs Ryan Steele
The Young Bucks vs The Rebel Rousers
MAIN EVENT
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Shelton Benjamin vs Abaddon
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The camera cuts to the office of NFW President Steven Brody. At his side is a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, a sweet smile, a knockout figure...and a wicked-looking black eye marring her otherwise perfect features.
"Hello, fans..." Brody said into the camera, a proud smile on his chiseled face. "I'd like to introduce you all to my lovely daughter, Alex Brody. She's going to be taking on a role here as a backstage interviewer, as well as assisting me when things get hectic. As, let's face it, they tend to do around here. She was supposed to debut last week at the end of the show, but unfortunately she was in a car accident on her way to the arena. But she wasn't going to let that stop her again this week. Want to say hello to our audience, honey?"
Alex gave a beaming smile, just looking to be the sweetest and friendliest thing in the world. "Thank you, Dad. NFW fans? I want you all to know... I am happy to be, essentially, your voice backstage. I'm a fan, just like you, I've loved wrestling since I was a little girl. To this day I still have a t-shirt I got at my first event, of my hero, Chris Jericho. So I love the sport the way you all do. And trust me, I want to know the same things from the stars of NFW that you do."
Steven grinned, giving her a one-armed hug before the camera settled back on him. He casually sat on the corner of his desk, beginning to speak again. "Thank you, Alex. Now, before we go any further... I'd like to talk to you about something we've received a lot of emails about: when and how we're going to crown our first World Heavyweight Champion. The answer to that is ve-"
He was cut off then, by the door to his office swinging open, having been kicked in by the tall, leggy form of Marissa Payne, already in her ring gear. Alex went wide-eyed with shock or fear, as Marissa suddenly got right into her face. "Back off, snowflake. This doesn't involve you. This is between me and your old man."
She walked over to the president, almost nose-to-nose with him, before finally he let out a light sigh. "What can I do for you, that couldn't wait until after this segment, Ms. Payne?"
Marissa smirked, shaking her head. "You know, you're kinda hot when you get all low-key like that. Anyway. I wanted you to know that we're gonna have a change in the card tonight. All because you can't control the utter fucking ZOO you call a roster."
Before Brody could say anything, Marissa continued. "See, last week, two pieces of shit decided to once again beat the hell out of a girl I grew up with. A girl who literally just wants to have fun and honor her dad's memory. And because she's at home this week, healing her body AND her heart, my partner for tonight is with her, like a best friend should be. So tonight, you're gonna have a "first" to crow on and on about. You're gonna have NFW's first ever handicap match. Because I am going to get in that ring and kick BOTH of those assholes' faces off."
Brody quickly waved his hands, in a slight panic. "No. No no no. There is no way in hell I am letting this happen. You are valuable to this company, and that's inviting major injury. You either find a new partner, or Hayashi and Apocalypta win by forfeit."
"Are you serious?" Marissa asked, exasperated. "Then get me some fucking curtain jerker or something. She can stand her useless ass on the apron while I do all the work or-"
"OH! WAIT!" Alex chimed in, so happy with whatever idea she had that you could almost see a lightbulb over her head. "Ms. Payne? If I may... I think I might have an idea."
Marissa raised one eyebrow in annoyance, crossing her arms. "And what is THAT, snowflake?"
Alex gulped, clearly intimidated. "I just... I was talking to some of the workers before the show, just trying to get to know some of our stars... and I heard one of the ladies mention that they were bummed they didn't have a match tonight. If you're willing to team with anyone... I think I can help you."
Marissa just glared at her, before looking back to her father. "At least ONE person in your family has a goddamn brain at least." She looked back to Alex, giving a long, mean stare. "You better not let me down, snowflake. Or so help me god, President's daughter or not, I will beat the SHIT out of you." She then turned, and stormed out of the room, not even bothering to ask who Alex had in mind.
Alex turned and looked at her father, looking like a deer in headlights. "I... ohmygod. I better go find her and hope to god she agrees to this..."
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During the TV Championship match, it seemed as though Tyson Law - size difference aside - was actually giving Belphegor a run for his money and keeping the giant of a man on his toes. Granted, the power advantage was in the champion's corner, Tyson was able to slip out of most of Belphegor's attempts at attempting most grapple moves. The audience even saw the Circle of Snake's muscle come charging in an attempt at a spear which Tyson managed to use the top corner to lift his lower body up out of the way, causing Belphegor to go shoulder first right into the steel post.
Reynolds: "OH HE MISSED!"
Hanson: "DID YOU HEAR HIS SHOULDER SMACK INTO THE RING POST?!"
Belphegor, grabbing his shoulder, stumbled towards the center of the ring. Meanwhile, Tyson, seeing the opportunity, gave a quick look around at the crowd before running passed the enormous obstacle between him and title gold. He reached the ropes, bouncing off of the middle and.... *SMACK*
Hanson: "SPRINGBOARD ENZIGURI!!! BELPHEGOR'S DOWN!! WE'RE GONNA HAVE A NEW TV CHAMPION!!"
Tyson Law poised himself, waiting for Belphegor to rise so he could go for his finisher. The crowd was on their feet, cheering, no, ROARING for the challenger when all of a sudden, the familiar opening riff of I Prevail's "Come And Get It" suddenly started up over the speakers. Tyson Law turned towards the stage, frowning in alarmed confusion as he relaxed his stance and walked immediately towards the ropes closest to the ramp.
Reynolds: "Hey, look who it is, Nicky!"
Hanson: "I can see that, what the hell is he doing out here?!"
This being said as Nico Salvatore came walking leisurely from backstage, dressed in jeans, timbaland boots and a sleeveless black t-shirt with the N*FW logo on the front. However it was customized with text reading 'NICO'S FUCKING WORLD' instead of 'NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING'. Nico stopped up on the stage and began applauding his rival, mockingly cheering him on. His voice faintly audible as his music stopped, yelling "YOU GOT THIS! YOU GOT IT, C'MON!"
Shaking his head in disgust, Tyson Law pointed his finger to Nico as a warning as he turned back towards Belphegor and - WHAM - was proverbially broken in half by a vicous spear that landed right on the money this time. The defending TV Champion, then, wasted no time in setting Tyson up and lifting him off the ground in a lifting setup for The Ninth Circle before capitalizing and driving him down to the mat for the pinfall victory at 10:32. As he held the title over head, roaring victoriously, Nico Salvatore gave a sarcastic shrug and tapped his temple before taking his leave backstage.
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*Standing in a backstage interview set are Rick Dickulous, and Amy Connors*
"I'm here with N*FW star Rick Dickulous. Rick, last week we saw you, your father, William Mannheim, and his former tag team partner Pitt, interfere in the Silver Mountain Champiomship match. It seems your feud with Adam Cole is heating up, is that what caused your attack last week?"
*Rick smiles at Amy*
"Actually....guy?...that's pretty much knockin it outta the park, to quote an analogy from *Rick makes finger quotes* "America's Favourite Pastime," which they stole from the greatest country on the planet - Canada, eh?"
*Amy fires another question quickly*
"What are your thoughts about Adam Cole? You ended up helping him retain the Silver Mountain Championship. Why did you do that, Rick? Our viewers want to know!"
"Well, buddy, it's like I said: *I* will be the one to take that belt from Adam Fucking Cole. As for my thoughts, friend? Well, I was always told if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
*Rick mimes zipping his lips closed and turning a key. He mimes tossing the key away.
Amy Connors smiles, somewhat amused, turning to the camera. “Well, there you have it folks. Amy Connors, again, with Rick Dickulous. Back to Nick and Ji—“
Before she can finish her closing statement, a kendo stick comes FLYING into frame and nails Rick right in the back of the neck. Amy yells out, startled as the camera man backs up, hastily, in an effort to get out of harm’s way. In doing so, the attacker is revealed as none other than Adam Cole, himself.
Cole takes the kendo stick to Rick’s back and neck several more times, beating the man until he is unsteady on his feet. He then gives a final strike right to the same leg he worked on during their last match against one another, smiling all the while. The strike brings Rick down to one knee.
“How’s that, buddy? Ya like that, guy?! How ‘bout this, friend?!” With an audible *SLAP* sound, Adam Cole hits Rick with a stiff superkick to the side of his jaw, sending him down the rest of the way. Finally, he mounts down onto Rick’s chest and begins raining punches to his face. He pauses just long enough to verbally taunt the man. “You wanna fuck with me?! You better learn just who the fuck I am!” He continues with the punches until several referees and staff members come to pull him off. They succeed, but only for Cole to grab a nearby trash can and bring it down, slamming it onto Rick before letting the officials step in and separate them.
With a cocky grin, he spreads his arms out to the sides. “Say it, Rick. Say my name, bitch.” Two more steps back, Adam Cole squats down, lowering his head before shooting back up and flipping his hair back, throwing up his finger pose. “ADAM COLE BAY-BAY!!!!” He leaves the scene of his attack, laughing as the camera pans from him to the downed Rick Dickulous, surrounded by officials trying to help him as the shot fades to a commercial break.
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In a more or less one sided match, Angel spent a good five minutes completely beating the hell out of Trina Tanaka. On more than one occasion, Angel locked in a submission or went for a pinfall only to break the hold herself whenever it looked like Trina was ready to tap or letting up on the cover before the referee could make it to '3'. Finally, at around 5:32, the N*FW audience got their first look at Angel's finishing maneuver - the Steel Feather: with the tip of her outer steel toed boot, the woman lifted Trina Tanaka up under her jaw, to her feet before viciously striking her with one...two...three spinning roundhouse kicks with the toe as well. With two red lines and a single open cut on her face, Angel finished the move off with a counter-directed spin, smacking her opponent across the face with the heel of her boot - the impact sending spit flying from Tanaka's mouth. Angel, then, set her foot down on her chest for the three count.
Afterward, her manager Eido Tanaka came and took the microphone from the ring announcer, handing it up to his student through the ropes. Angel walked back over to Trina, setting her boot down on her throat and stared with a crazed look at the camera.
"MARISSA-SAN!!!!" She yelled into the microphone. "Watashi ha kore womite inu negatte imasu! Kore ha anata no mirai ha!" Using her free hand, she brushed her white hair out of her face. "Next time...." She said, pointing towards the stage, a wicked smile crossing her face as she drew her index finger across her throat. "I KIRRU YOU!!" She finished in a loud, sharp whisper before dropping the mic at her feet. Hatsune Miku's instrumental version of "Jealous Princess" kicked on over the speakers as she exited the ring and walked with her manager up the ramp and backstage.
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Cutting from ringside, the camera finds Erin Mercer walking backstage in cutoff jean shorts, boots, a black halter top and an open hoodie. With a concerned look on her face, she comes to the locker room door reading ‘VINCENT STONE’ and stops, taking in a deep breath. At first, she reaches for the door handle but stops herself and opts to knock softly, instead.
“Vin? You in there?” She calls softly. No answer. She knocks again. “Vin?” Again...no answer. Erin sighs. “Look, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. You haven’t been answering your phone, your texts...nothing. Listen, I don’t understand why you gave in last week...but I want to. If there’s anything bothering you, you know - you *know* you can talk to me. I mean...we’ve been friends for how long? And hell, you taught me most of what I know. Just please...talk to me....”
She pauses again as, again, there is no answer at the door. Erin Mercer sighs, lowering her head a moment before looking up. “You don’t have to right now. Just know I’m here, buddy.” Erin lets out another soft sigh as she moves passed the camera.
The camera pans around, focusing on the woman as she heads off down the hallway. As she gets farther away, we hear the door to Stone’s locker room open before a shoulder of someone in a black t-shirt. From her, the camera pans away further to show the back of who we can clearly recognize as Vincent Stone. We only see his back, however, and the blood drip style text on the back of his t-shirt that reads...’We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes’ as the shot fades out....
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*In the backstage area, we see Josh Davison standing in the interview area.*
"Ladies and gentlemen, presenting my guest at this time, Matt Klazzic," Davison says as the camera zooms out a bit as Klazzic enters the area, shaking Davison's hand and looking off into the distance.
"Now, two weeks ago, you were brutally attacked post-match by Paul Heyman's latest client, Katsuya Kitamura. What the fans are wanting to know is, how are you doing and how will this affect your focus as you step into the ring with Kenny Omega tonight?" Davison asks.
"Well Josh, I'd first like to thank all the nice fans for sending their cards and letters in wishing me a speedy recovery from Mr. Kitamura's assault. I'm happy to say that, while I'm not at a 100% this week, that won't stop me from going out there and giving it my all tonight against Kenny Omega. And with the continued support of you nice fans out there, maybe tonight will be the night I get that win. And you know, Josh? I have to say thank you to my fans out there again. I know it's been a tough few weeks and I've come up short a lot, but you people have continued to stick it out with me. And I can't thank them enough. I will say that when I do get that win, I have a feeling it's going to be like a huge wave. A wave that will continue to build and build until I get to the top and have that opportunity to celebrate our success with all you fans out there.
As for Kenny Omega tonight? I have no doubt he's talented. I was recently shown some older videos of him wrestling in a campground and also wrestling a 13-year old girl in Japan. I hope he realizes that while I'm not at 100%, I'm still dangerous and it would be a mistake to overlook me. Kenny Omega? Get ready, the "Klazzic Attack" is coming for you tonight.
And one last thing: Katsuya Kitamura, I haven't forgotten what you did to me. If you and your manager really want a taste of the Klazzic Attack, meet me in the ring, next week. Bring your manager, your trainer, whoever else you feel you would need to get in the ring with me. I'm not 100% now, but I will be by next week, and let's see how tough you really are. Thank you Josh, and have a nice evening," Klazzic says as he shakes Davison's hand and leaves the interview area.
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True to his word, for the most part, Matt Klazzic proved to be quite a formidable and dangerous opponent to Kenny Omega. While 'The Cleaner' came at Klazzic with his stiff strikes and technical takedowns, the masked underdog made it clear that he wasn't going down that easily. After dropping Omega with a rather impressive sidewalk slam, he stopped to taunt for his finisher. He made the mistake of turning around, however, as the referee rushed to the ropes to demand that Nick and Matt Jackson get down from the apron. Pointing to the Young Bucks and quickly looking around at the crowd, Matt Klazzic ran in to attempt a double clothesline. The Young Bucks were quick to hop back down to the floor, staying clear of danger. This gave their leader the opening he needed to recover to his feet. When Matt Klazzic turned back to face his opponent, he was rewarded with a painful sounding elbow strike to the jaw that sent him twisting and turning his back again. Kenny Omega then lifted him up onto his shoulders, shifted one leg off and drove Klazzic down to the mat with the Katayoku no Tenshi for the pinfall victory at 7:56.
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*Rick Dickulous can be seen through a haze in his dressing room. Anne Murray is smoking away as he pulls hard on her, clearing the bowl. He exhales a huge cloud, and immediately packs another bowl. He sets Anne Murray aside and picks up the XBox controller from the table. The camera pans to show a flatscreen, a goal celebration from NHL 2018 playing*
"Fuck YEAH, guy!! Go leaf NATION!!"
*Rick's phone begins ringing, PPAP blaring from the phone's speaker. Rick looks at the screen, shrugs, and answers it*
"Creamatorium - you kill 'em, we grill 'em....guy!"
"Really? I mean, I don't remember ordering one but....what's on it?"
"Bacon, ham, and mushroom? FUCK YEAH I'LL TAKE IT! That's a Canadian pizza, buddy! Wait....and it's free? I'm not gonna lie to you, I kinda do have the munchies. Me and Anne Murray have been makin' out. Lots. What entrance are you at, friend?"
"Gate 4? Ok, be right there. Thanks, guy! Sorry if it takes a few....I gotta stop and drop a quick deuce on the way."
*Rick hangs up the phone and sets his controller on the table. He gets up and walks out of his locker room, the camera following him out. The camera stops just outside the door as Rick walks away, following an overhead sign showing the way to Gate 4.
The camera then does a dramatic pan from the sign back to the outside of the doorway as a man in an El Piso Mojado mask stands, watching Rick head off. Even with the mask on, it is painfully obvious as to who it is...given the lump of his bun-tied hair under the back of his mask and the facial hair around his mouth. Not to mention the horribly crude t-shirt design of a male stencil outline colored like the American flag with a female stencil outline colored like Canada’s flag straddling the prone male figure in a pornographically, suggestive position. The text above it reading, ‘F*CK CANADA’.
The ‘mysterious figure’ places a hand over his mouth, mock-stifling a laugh as he then over-emphasizes sneaking into the locker room, waving for the camera man to follow him. The camera does so, following him over to where Rick left his Anne Murray bong. He picks it up, looking it over and nodding his head, stifling another laugh. Finally, he turns towards the camera, holds up Anne Murray in one hand and throws up two fingers with the other, whispering real softly:
“Adam Cole bay-bay!”
The camera stays in place, but turns as the masked Adam Cole tucks the bong against his chest and hurries out of the locker room, disappearing in the direction he came from.
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The camera goes to static, and you know for certain another Rosemary promo is about to occur. The red “Rosemary’s hands” appears on the screen like running blood. She is talking to her left forefinger as she comes into the screen, the words inaudible. In the background we see the barrel with the flames in it and the wall full of pictures with cleavers in them.
After a few moments of her talking to herself, the words finally disappear and she looks up at the camera.
“We….. are… not… amused” She walks very close to the camera, so the face appears off enter and you only see her eye and can see her mouth moving out of the corner
“First Stephen Brody hires a impression artist just to snub us, then he gifts her the belt that should be rightfully ours, then he gives us” she pauses and screams the next words “US a week off when our knock off has a match. We could understand if she was defending our belt, but she isn’t. She is in another four way, which will obviously turn into another circus. Last’s weeks match , wasn’t. Marissa Payne dumps bricks on our knock off, which we applaud by the way, but her interference gets rewarded? We now understand the game we must play…. and woe unto the women’s division, because we are coming for you.”
Backing away from the camera for a moment as she starts tapping her temple. She appears to be talking to her self —— again. She returns to her very close up shot of her left eye where all we can see if the eye and the crook of the mouth.
“There is some good news we want to share with the hive though. We finally got our little Stoney to embrace his darkness. With his talents, and our mentorship combined with the Shadow’s influence, he will finally taste victory here. We don’t really care who doesn’t like it, we heard someone was looking for us, someone still not worth mentioning. Especially when they get squashed like a bug. Belief sometimes is not enough, little one. First lesson is free”
Is is obvious she is mentioning the match between Erin Mercer and Shelley Silver. She backs up again and one final time appears to be talking to herself, arguing with herself more like it, facing right and then left, hands out in front of her.
“Speaking of winning and lessons.” She walks over to her makeshift table and picks up two handmade dolls, one dressed like herself and one dressed to look like Candi Brodeur. She walks back over to the camera, setting up the dolls as if it was Candi and Rosemary having a conversation.
In a mocking tone “Over the years I’ve seen a lot in this sport, Luckily for me... that's a chance I am *more* than happy to take. It's time to tap or snap. See you in the ring, Rosemary.”
The sound of someone spitting can be heard off camera and Rosemary moves her doll around like she is giving the mist of transformation to Candi. Dropping the dolls onto the floor Rosemary’s doll lands on top of the Candi doll and the camera focuses in on the words Red Wedding written on the ground, with the numbers 1, 2 and 3 written near where the dolls land.
Rosemary is not seen walking off camera but we all know she does as the camera goes to static and the words Rosemary’s Hands go from red to yellow, change shape and back to red again with the words Inferno then they fade to black.
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As Colt Shields stands in the ring, waiting on his opponent, a primal scream shatters the silence through the speakers as the lights go completely black.
The lights then take on an eerie yellow and green flickering effect around the entrance stage and ramp as Kenneth Nixon’s “Left Behind” begins to play.
Hanson: “What in the world?”
Reynolds: “What’s going on, Nicky?”
The crowd boos as Rosemary, herself, comes sauntering out on stage with that deranged smile, staring right down the ramp at Colt Shields. She raises an extended arm, pointing at the man, slowly turning then and pointing towards the entry way.
Hanson: “I don’t know. Rosemary’s out here, but we were expecting....”
Hanson trails off as, with Rosemary pointing to the entry way, a familiar figure comes slowly walking out with his head down, shrouded under a black towel. For the most part, we recognize the theme of the man’s gear except the kneepads bear the words ‘DECAY’ with yellow text, outlined in green. The front of his t-shirt from before bears the familair ‘HANDS OF STONE’ logo with the word ‘STONE’ spray painted over with the word ‘DECAY’.
Hanson: “Jim, is...is that...?”
At the 0:42 second mark in the song, when the first chorus starts, Rosemary yanks the towel off of the man’s head. He immediately looks up with the camera panning in dramatically on the face of Vincent Stone, however, different....
The top half of his face is now painted over in yellow with black smudges around his eyes; his eyes which now bear an eerie yellow color with black pupils. Beside him, Rosemary gives an inaudible laughter, twirling in a circle like a demented ballerina of sorts before gesturing with both hands to him as if to say ‘see what we have created!’ As she does, Vincent Stone begins the walk down the ramp with a tunnel vision like determination; never taking his eyes off of Colt Shields.
Rather than his usual entrance into the ring, Stone slides right in under the bottom rope and quickly comes up onto one knee and strikes a variation of his usual pose. As he lowers his arms, he turns his gaze right back onto Shields and comes to his feet, standing in the center of the ring with the referee trying to get him back into his corner. He absolutely refuses to budge until Rosemary comes to gesture him back, patting the ref on the head and waving her finger at him while doing so.
Once Stone steps back into his corner, Rosemary appears to be saying something to him, stroking his face adoringly before suddenly tearing the Hands of Decay t-shirt right off of his body as the lights return to normal and the music fades. Only when she exits the ring, does the referee ring the bell to start the match. The second it does, however, Vincent Stone goes from his calm, almost entranced state, to charging across the ring like a rabid animal. He hits Colt with a flying knee to the chest, knocking him into his own corner where he begins assaulting him with rapid yet still precise elbows and knees until the referee backs him up. Stone immediately crosses the ring to Rosemary on the apron as the ref checks to make sure Colt Shields is still good to go....
While Shields was able to continue, the audience also bore witness to what Rosemary had created in the 'transformed' Vincent Stone. Throughout the match, Stone displayed a more vicious and brutal offense as well as a more aggressive side. While fans were used to seeing him usually give his opponents - within reason - room to recover, this time saw him staying on Colt Shields like a well trained attack dog. More knees, kicks and elbows with less grappling and technical wrestling. Stone looked to be more out to hurt someone than put on a show for the crowd. Due to the size advantage, Stone focused mainly on Colt's legs and ribs with his sharp kicks to keep him unsteady on his feet.
Colt Shields fought back with his own powerful offense, clearly having the size and power advantage as the bigger man. As he answered Stone's strikes with hard blows of his own, on top of vicious slams, Rosemary stood at ringside, yelling at Stone like a scolding mother anytime he ended up on the mat, phased by his opponent's attacks. In the end, however, Stone countered a clothesline attempt and hit Shields with a basement dropkick in the back of his knee, dropping him to his knees, followed by his Shining Wizard to the back of the head. While fans were waiting for Stone's finishing 'FATALITY' they, instead, saw the changed man poise himself before coming off of the ropes and burying Colt's head into the mat with a sickening Curb Stomp, otherwise known by him as the Disasterpiece. Vincent Stone rolled Colt Shields over, immediately after, and covered him for the three count at 10:12.
Once the match if finally finished, the camera rotates to Rosemary as she can be seen going under the ring for a moment.
Hanson: "What is she doing?
Reynolds: "Who the fuck knows? She's nuts"
Hanson: "That is what I am worried about --- "
She returns into view with a bamboo cane in hand, and she walks over to the announcers table, turning her head cocked to the left, looking at both men and then she rears back and strikes both men violently, spinning around with glee after grabbing a microphone.
Handon and Reynolds: (in unison) What the fuck??!!!
"If the Young Bucks can do it, so can we!"
As she is climbing into the ring Hanson looks at Reynolds.
Hanson: "Am I bleeding?"
Reynolds: "I think we both are, and she is NOT as cool as the Young Bucks"
Hanson: "Oh shut up, they knocked you out too"
Sliding into the ring she continues to talk into the microphone. 'We wanted to continue with the transformation process. Vincent Stone, come here our son."
He walks over to her silently and she grabs his hair and forces him to the ground by the back of his head.
Hanson: "Someone cut her mic ---"
Reynolds: "She might be a wack job, but let's hear her out"
"With the grandest stage of them all being set, elsewhere, we are not concerned with those moments, but moments that truly changed the face of this business. So Stone, lets h remake our own little Extreme moment, shall we?"
Hanson: "Umm no, no, no she can't be meaning what I think she is meaning"
Reynolds: "Yeah, um no. Don't do it Stone. Walk away. Just walk away"
Just than we hear the sickening sound of bamboo cane on flesh, as the camera pans back to the ring, Stone willingly draped across the far ropes.
Rosemary bends over and pics up the mic again "Just say you're unworthy and this ends" dropping the mic to the mat again and she slams into him again, and again and again. each time the crowd gets more silent.
Hanson: "That is nine times now, one more and he ties Tommy Dreamer"
Rosemary picks back up the mic walking over Stone, his back a mess of bruises and blood everywhere from multiple cuts. "We are almost done, do you want us to stop?"
Stone responds "Thank You Mother...May I Have ANOTHER!!!!"
Dropping the mic and backing all the way across the ring she comes running at him full force and lands the hardest blow she has yet to land Just as "Wish I Had An Angel" from Nightwish begins to play and we see Erin Mercer running to the ring, mouthing the words
"No More".
Grabbing the cane from Rosemary as she pushes her down, she appears to have many words for the Demon Assassin. Rosemary smiling back up at her, just infuriates her, so she raises the cane with the intention of striking her, and Stone grabs the cane from Eric, hocking her into turning to look at the man, who appears to be one of Rosemary's own now, Stone staring at her with eyes that seem to no longer recognise her.
Having gotten back up, Rosemary quickly lands a Red Wedding on Erin, sending her into a heap in the mat.
Stone falls down on his knees in front of Rosemary and she raises the cane high above her head with one hand while stroking her new son's face with the other, looking down at him with adoration.
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Cutting from the previous scene, the camera finds Apocalypta sitting on a metal folding chair in the dimly lit locker room of the Circle Of Snakes. Water drips from her black and red hair that hangs partially in her painted face and over her over her cropped leather entrance top. Her taped up hands clutch the Women’s Championship by the strap while we can hear what sounds like some indistinguishable yet brutal black metal blasting from a set of earbuds in her ears. Her white eyes focus not on the camera but on nothing in particular in front of her. God only knows what’s going through the champion’s mind....
Knocking briefly first, Mia Hayashi stomps in like she owns the place, in black jeans, an old Razor Ramon t-shirt, and a black leather jacket, rolling her eyes at the scene before her. "Oh for the love of fuck. Can we seriously can the Marilyn Manson shit and just get down to business? Abaddon likes the idea of us being a team, so... let's figure out how we're gonna make Blackheart's life miserable THIS week."
Apocalypta lifts her head, turning to look up at Mia as she pulls the earbuds out and drops them aside, not even bothering to pause or shut off the music, which can now be faintly identified as Cannibal Corpse’s “Hammer Smashed Face.”
“Hello again, little lamb.” Apocalypta greets coolly to Mia as she brushes her hair out of her face and rises from her seat, coming to stand over Mia. “Unfortunately, it would appear doing so directly seems...a little difficult this week. The black sheep is like a sly cat that knows the hounds are on the hunt. So to strike where it hurts...” Apocalypta pauses briefly, appearing to be looking Mia over. Sizing her up? Who knows? “...we do so indirectly. Destroy what she cherishes most.”
Mia blinked, brow furrowed. "...but I don't even think she brings her wireless Hitachi Magic Wand on the road with h-..." she stopped, wincing as she looked up. "You totally meant a person, didn't you?"
A faint smile is almost visible under the black and white skull makeup that covers Apocalypta’s features. It’s all but warming however, given the eeriness that her eyes add to it as she brings a hand up to tilt Mia’s chin up more. “Such naivety for such an angry little lamb.” Her thumb presses against Mia’s bottom lip. “If we cannot bring wrath and carnage to Blackheart directly...we use what we have been given. As it would seem...whether he realizes it or not...Steven Brody has given us the tools to do just that....”
Mia just glared for a moment, before mumbling under her breath. "Naive my ass... she cherishes that damn thing like Gollum and the ring..." She shook her head, then sighed. "Ok then, Tats... enough with the riddles and villainous monologuing. What's this idea of yours?"
Apocalypta’s expression darkens, her smile fading but her tone remaining the same as she steps in more on Mia, keeping her hand right on her chin. “Trust in the master. The plan is already in the works. We all have our parts to play. You and I...we take away what friends she has left. Then...the Circle will corner another rat...and your little Lara will helplessly watch as they rip their prey apart. Do you understand, little lamb?”
"....I understand that you're fuckin' NUTS. But yeah... I get it." She gave a devious, spiteful grin, tapping her chin with her index finger. "In fact... if I dig back deep enough, I think I can give you guys all the emotional ammunition you need to utterly... completely.... DESTROY that little bitch."
Apocalypta’s lips peel back into a wide, amused grin. “Now, you’re beginning to think like a snake....” She licks her lips in anticipation. “I knew there had to be a reason the master trusted you. Who knows? In time...maybe you and I will start getting along. Just know that, no matter what, I’ll be keeping an eye on you...just to be sure. Anywhere...and everywhere....” Apocalypta backs Mia up against the nearby wall, bringing the back of her fingers up over the girl’s lips before pressing her index finger against them to keep Mia from possibly interrupting, “...I’ll be watching.” Her tone is dark and ominous at best. Is this a warning?
Mia just blinked, her expression somewhere between terrified and mildly annoyed. Silently, she turned, walking out the door of the locker room.... but pausing halfway out. She turned, a puzzled expression on her face. "....even when I'm pooping? On second thought.... don't... don't answer that." And then? She was gone.
After Mia leaves, the camera pans back around to a close up of Apocalypta watching her leave. Her lips purse tightly against one another as the woman takes in a deep inhale. Almost as if she’s fighting to stop herself from laughing. As soon as she notices the camera still there, her expression quickly snaps back to that of her normal coldness. Her hand comes up over the camera lens and with a crunch and a twist, we cut to static....
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The camera opens up as it spans through the backstage area it approaches a black shadow which appears to be human and we hear a voice talking in the distance... "You people dont know the troubles ive went through.... I was damn near tortured as I was growing up... I was made fun of alot in school... and I didnt ask for it..." The voice grows near and we see a man in a dark part of the backstage area.... "Apparently society has its standards" as the voice continues talking....." I didn't live up to those standards.. no matter how hard I tried.. it just wasnt enough...... so now its my turn to inflict pain on you people..... but there is a angel in my thoughts...someone that can save me... someone that can help you.. and you ask how does this person help me.... this person saves you from me... because I want to change when I'm around this person.... all the darkness in my life is gone when I'm around this person... but I dont know how long I can battle myself with this...."
As the camera gets closer the voice appears to have a name and it's Ryan Steele as a small light hanging frm the ceiling comes on and Ryan is sitting on a chair...as he is still talking "The mental anguish that was bestowed on me at a young age haunts me to this day.... but you people think I'm fine... I am when around her...its like I'm a different person around her.. she changes me and she is not even doing anything physical to do so....the aura that surrounds her is breath talking... its like im standing in front of an actual angel.... she is beautiful, she is gorgeous, she helps me... she helps me from beating the hell out of all of you...as I sit in this chair... with this light swinging back and forth.. how long will i have to battle myself... the thoughts linger....do I hurt this person or not? Maybe one day I figure out the answers." The camera pans back throughout the backstage area showing multiple locker room doors on its way back to the beginning as it fades out.. The screen goes black....
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After Marissa Payne sprinted down to the ring to the tune of Lamb of God's "Desolation", she stood on the ring apron, anxious to find out if Brody and his daughter had come through for her. Suddenly, the opening chords of Fozzy's "Judas" began to play, as the green-clad Kid Cthulu burst through the curtains, doing her trademark crawl a fourth of the way to the ring, before hopping up and excitedly jogging down the rest of the way once the beat to the music picked up.
Even though Marissa had savaged her in the ring just last week, the girl's sense of justice obviously overrode any hard feelings, as she looked at Marissa, pointed at the two opponents, and yelled "JUSTICE FOR LARAAAA!" and suddenly springboarded at Mia with a clothesline to start the match.
The tag match was going well, despite the impromptu pairing of Marissa Payne and Kid Cthulhu. After the initial tag in, which involved some hesitation on Marissa’s part, the two showed to have especially good chemistry.
Chemistry between Apocalypta and Mia Hyashi was equally impressive and the two battling teams, overall had the crowd on their feet, eventually chanting ‘FIGHT FOREVER!’
After a solid ten minutes of action, Marissa Payne stood on the inside of the ropes, landing an elbow that sent Mia tumbling to the outside floor. Following that, a brief trading of blows between Payne and Marissa ended with Marissa ramming her shoulder into Apocalypta through the top and middle ropes. Apocalypta landed on her feet beside Mia but Kid Cthulhu immediately came off of the ropes, sprinting across the ring and hit a suicide plancha over her partner and taking both women of the opposite team down.
The crowd was on their feet again, cheering for Payne and Kid. With Marissa by herself in the ring, however, the cheers quickly turned to boos as ANGEL appeared from the crowd, sliding into the ring behind Marissa and attacking her with a forearm across the back.
At 10:44, the match was rules as a disqualification in Marissa and Kid Cthulhu’s favor. The two new rivals - Marissa and Angel - continued their brawl, taking it outside the ring and into the crowd as Kid Cthulhu found herself face to face with Mia Hyashi. Lara’s former friend and partner grinned wickedly as she slowly closed in on the masked woman before Apocalypta came rushing from the side and hit Kid Cthulhu with a vicious spear into the ring apron. This commenced a two on one beatdown that saw Mia and Apocalypta kicking and stomping on Marissa’s impromptu partner. The assault ended with Apocalypta lifting Kid Cthulhu up and driving her through the Spanish announce table with the Ground Zero.
Hanson: “GODDAMN IT! SOMEBODY GET THEM OUT OF HERE!”
Reynolds: “She can’t possibly be one hundred percent but she knew what she was getting into, Nicky.”
Hanson: “The match is over! We got Payne and Angel - they’re brawling it out somewhere in the arena and these two just assaulted her partner!”
Several referees appeared, demanding Mia and Apocalypta to step back. Apocalypta jerks her arm away from one referee as she turns and leads the way for her and Mia away from the scene, circling the ring and heading up the ramp. At the top of the stage, Apocalypta and Mia both turn with Hyashi striking an antagonizing pose, leaning to the side on one leg while Apocalypta hovered behind her, calmly raising the Women’s Championship over her head before the shot cuts away.
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*A chainsaw roars to life over the arena sound system, Jackyll's "Lumberjack" blares as Rick Dickulous makes his way to the ring. He steps onto the apron, and then over the ropes and into the ring. He motions for a microphone and signals for his music to be shut off*
"Cut the music, guy! Sorry!"
*Rick slowly walks around the ring*
"I don't know where she went. I mean, she didn't leave a note...she didn't call...she just left."
*Rick looks up the ramp, seemingly talking to the locker room*
"I'll find her. I'll find out who took her. And when I do, we'll drop gloves for real - you don't kidnap a man's woman and expect sunshine, unicorn farts, and rainbows."
"Fair warning, I'll be doing a little Encyclopedia Brown work over the next few weeks in regards to this - I'm hoping I can count on the other stars in the back to help with this missing persons investigation...unless you have something to hide."
*Rick slides out under the ropes and begins walking into the back*
"Whoever's responsible, your days are numbered, friend...."
"SORRY, NOT SORRY!!"
*Rick tosses the mic to a stagehand beside the ramp and stalks aggressively back through the curtain*
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"The Omega" Ryan Steele defeated Satoru Shade III in an 8:46 long display of both men's technical wrestling prowess when Shade went for the Shadow Kick, missing as Steele ducked underneath Shade while he was airborn in a maneuver that shocked the crowd and drew instant applause. While Shade quickly scrambled to his feet, Ryan Steele readied himself for when the man turned around and landed the Chaos Theory, covering Satoru Shade for the pinfall victory.
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As the show returns from the commercial break, the opening guitar twangs of Upchurch's "Cheatham County" fill the arena.
~Man these boys think they got me, HAHA! You ain't got shit son! I'm the Lane Frost of this shit! So bring ya ass on in....~
~HEEEELLLLL YEEEEAAAAH!!!!~
Hanson: "Alright! You ready to party, Jimmy?!"
Reynolds: "I can't fucking stand these guys...."
A pop from the crowd sounds as numerous fan signs come up, varying from 'REBELS 4 LIFE' to 'STARS N BARS - IT'S WHO WE ARE'. Emerging onto the stage, The Rebel Rousers, Teddy Morse and Chase Evans make their way to the ring; Evans' hulking form lumbering down the ramp while he high fives the front row. Morse mirrors the crowd interaction on the opposite side, however doing so while stepping and 'dancing' in rhythm with their music. Reaching the ring, Chase Evans enters immediately while Teddy Morse breaks into a regular walk to the ring announcer, grabbing two mics. Joining his partner in the ring, he tosses one of them to the man before signaling to have their music stopped.
"Man...." Teddy says with a smile on his face. "It may not be where we were born but DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE BACK IN THE SOUTH! HOW Y'ALL DOIN' SAN ANTONE?!" The crowd roars their approval. Teddy's all smiles while Chase closes his mouth and rubs the back of his neck. Teddy sees this and shrugs his empty hand. "What?"
Chase places a hand gingerly on his friend's shoulder, raising his mic up to his mouth. "Technically, man, Texas is usually referred to as the West." Teddy frowns in confusion. "What? Nah man, we're in the South! Hell, we're as far South in the USA as we can go! Any further and we'd be in Mexico and I don't even speak Mexican!" Chase rolls his eyes and looks at Teddy. "Spanish." Teddy frowns. "Huh?" Chase rubs the bridge of his nose. "Spa--nish! The language is called Spanish!" Teddy looks more confused, looking to the amused crowd then back to Chase. "That don't make no sense, man! People in Mexico speak Mexican. People from *Spain* speak *Spanish*! I paid attention in school. 'Specially Spanish class! Man, that was a hard class. Hey, speaking of hard, you remember Mrs. Santiago, the Spanish teacher? Man, I tell you what; you wanna talk about something gettin' hard? I sure as shit---" The crowd laughs as Chase palms Teddy's mouth with his large hand and brings his mic back up. "You...are gonna get us sued...or fired...maybe both. Gimme this." He takes Teddy's mic and tosses it out of the ring. Teddy comically turns between his partner and the direction he tossed his microphone, mouthing 'THE HELL, MAN?!'
"Anyway, y'all, straight to business!" Teddy continues, addressing the crowd. "Y'all got the program in hand, y'all have seen the card. YOUNG BUCKS!" The crowd boos at the mention of their opponents for the evening as Chase turns towards the stage with Teddy standing next to him, turning serious. "You boys wanted to make a statement when y'all came up in here, last week. Y'all wanted to get everyone's attention. Well guess what? The only statement you two jackasses made, was that yer dumb as shit and you don't think about the consequences of yer actions. As far as getting attention? Oh, you best damn well believe you got some, because you got the attention of these two right here." He gestures between himself and Teddy Morse. "Now, I'm sure y'all boys in the Bullet Club have heard the saying 'Don't Mess With Texas'...." He pauses, letting the crowd get another cheer in before continuing. "But tonight, my boy Teddy and myself are gonna teach you a lesson that's just a liiittle more important: Don't Mess With the Rebels! And if you need me to spell it out fer ya, it breaks down like this: you stay cool by us, hell we'll buy ya the first round of cold ones. But you piss us off -- like you two sonsabitches went and did last week -- the only rounds we're giving out is a couple of cans of whupass. So without further adue, I hope y'all are thirsty, 'cause it's open bar up in this bitch!" Chase tosses the mic aside, out of the ring and immediately goes to snatching off his bandana and removing his t-shirt. Beside him, Teddy removes his M.W.G.A trucker's hat and his denim vest; the Rebel Rousers backing to their corner and waiting for their opponents to come out....
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The tag team match between the Young Bucks and the Rebel Rousers was ruled a no contest after 10:29 when Tyler Grey and Chris Wolfe of the Circle of Snakes came sprinting down to the ring, still in their street clothes but still with their signature face paint and started the attack by targeting both legal men - Matt and Chase - in the ring. With Nick and Teddy entering the ring at the same time, Nick missed a superkick intended for Chris Wolfe and ended up nailing Teddy Morse as he came charging from the other side. A split second later, Chris Wolfe whipped Nick around and quickly scooping him up for the Direwolf. Matt, however, was able to nail him with a superkick before he finished the move. While this saved his brother Nick, Matt was clubbed from behind with a forearm by Tyler Grey. Seeing this, Nick went for a superkick on Tyler only to have his foot caught and whipped around just in time to see Chase Evans barreling at him for a clothesline. Nick ducked it, causing Chase to crash right into Tyler, sending both men over the top rope and to the outside.
This gave the Young Bucks a window of escape as the two slid out of the ring and bailed through the crowd with Teddy Morse yelling for the two to come back. He didn't see Chris Wolfe back on his feet behind him and when he finally turned around, an angry Wolfe kicked him below the belt and drove him down with the Direwolf while Tyler Grey took a chair to the skull of Chase Evans with an audible *WHACK*, sending him to the floor. Essentially the last team standing, the tag unit for the Circle of Snakes, relatively unsated in their anger towards last weeks attack took their own exit back up the ramp, angrily threatening the camera man if he didn't get out of their way.
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Abaddon defeated Shelton Benjamin after a thrilling contest, worthy of being called the Main Event, after hitting him with The Road To Hell and pinning him at 15:28.
After the match, Abaddon remained in the ring, watching as Shelton Benjamin pulled himself to his feet and came face to face with him in the center of the ring. Shelton could only stare, puzzled as Abaddon silently gave him a wicked smile.
Hanson: "HEY WAIT A MINUTE! COMING TOWARDS THE RING AGAIN!!"
Reynolds: "IT'S GREY AND WOLFE!!"
Hanson: "SHELTON! BEHIND YOU!"
While Shelton couldn't hear the commentary team, it was as if he could feel trouble approaching as the realization showed on his face. By the time he turned around, however, it was already too late and the three members of the Circle of Snakes converged on him like a pack of dogs. The three men viciously stomping and kicking at Shelton. Following this, the three took turns laying down their own exclamation points. A Direwolf from Chris Wolfe, a Phoenix Splash from Tyler Grey and a second Road To Hell from Abaddon. Shelton Benjamin was soon a crumpled mess on the mat.
Hanson: "THIS IS UNCALLED FOR!! SOMEONE NEEDS TO STOP THIS!!"
Reynolds: "For once, I have to agree with you, Nicky! Oh shit, what now?"
Reynolds says as Abaddon slaps Tyler Grey in the chest to get his attention and points to the ringside area. Nodding, Grey slides out of the ring and grabs the ring announcer's chair after she hastily stands up and moves, terrified. He tosses the chair into the ring before grabbing the time keeper and rips him out of his chair and to the floor. Grey grabs that chair, slams it into it's folded position and slides into the ring with it while Chris Wolfe picks up the first chair and Abaddon pulls Shelton up to his feet, standing behind him while Grey and Wolfe position themselves on either side.
Reynolds: "No way. Not this!"
Hanson: "Why isn't anyone stopping these psychopaths?!"
Reynolds: "God, no! Don't do it!"
Reynolds pleads outwardly as Grey and Wolfe rear the chairs back just as a pop explodes from the crowd.
Hanson: "Wait! Here comes the cavalry! Thank you!!"
The source of both the crowd's and Hanson's excitement come in the form of Big Daddy Payne and Andrew Payne. The two hitting the ring from backstage like their friend's life depended on it. The slide in and immediately pounce on Chris Wolfe and Tyler Grey. BDP successfully backs Wolfe into one corner, raining vicious stomps down on him while Andrew Payne tosses Tyler Grey over the top rope. From behind BDP, Abaddon yanks him around in an attempt to save Grey. BDP blocks an overhead strike and smashes him in the jaw with an elbow. Abaddon stumbles backwards and turns a 180* right into a kick to the midsection by Andy, topping it off with---
Hanson: "ART OF RUIN TO ABADDON!!!!"
Coming from behind, Tyler Grey misses an attempt at a rear clothesline as BDP sees Andy's warning and ducks. Grey runs right into the---
Reynolds: "THERE'S THE FADED LINE!! CRANK UP THE LOG, BITCHES!!"
Hanson: "I have to tell ya, Jimmy, these two couldn't have come at a better time. Coming to the rescue of their fellow---WHAT THE HELL?!?!"
Hanson's relief is cut off as the monster Belphegor, accompanied by Apocalypta, comes from the ramp, grabbing BDP by the feet and yanking him effortlessly out of the ring. A vicious right hand does little to nothing to phase the giant as he scoops BDP up into a bear hug, turns and runs him spine first into the apron, steps back, then runs full speed into the outside ring post before dropping him to the floor. He only has a second for loom over the man before, from the side, he looks up at Andrew having hopped out of the ring, fuming at him. Right in front of the crowd, the two men get face to face with Belphegor silently spreading his arms out. A challenge.
Staring up at the taller man, 'The Punisher' Andy gives the crowd beside them a brief glance. He's not intimidated and his face shows it. He quickly answers Belphegor's challenge, unleashing a series of rights and lefts; enough to actually rock the big man. The crowd explodes, jumping from their seats. One audible man able to be heard yelling 'BEAT HIS ASS, ANDY!' Belphegor is knocked back towards the ring announcer and commentary section where he stops to catch himself on the bannister with his back turned. Then, whether it's from pure anger or sheer determination, the enormous beast of a man lets out a bellowing roar, turning back to Andy and clocking him with a massive fist of his own right across the jaw. The Punisher's momentum is stopped dead in it's tracks as he wobbles on his feet. Belphegor then grabs him by the back of his head and runs him right into the main announce table. Hanson and Reynolds instinctively jump to their feet and move out of the way.
Hanson: "OHHH!! The Punisher almost had him but the big man's just too much to handle!"
Reynolds: "Nicky, I'm not even sure this guy IS a man!"
Hanson: "You're right! He's an animal!"
Reynolds: "He's a monster!"
Keeping on the attack, Belphegor pulls Andy from the table and drives a knee into his gut with such force, we can actually hear Andy's grunt of pain before Belphegor lifts him up into a vertical position and holds him for several seconds.
Reynolds: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! THAT'S THREE HUNDRED POUNDS HE'S LIFTING UP LIKE IT'S NOTHING!"
Hanson: "LOOK AT THE POWER OF BELPHEGOR!!"
Reynolds: "Fuck, Nicky, out of the way! OUT OF THE WAY!"
He barely has time to get the words out before Belphegor slams Andrew Payne through their table with a loud crash.
Hanson: "NINTH CIRCLE, MY GOD!! THIS IS CHAOS!!"
Back inside the ring, Abaddon, Tyler Grey and Chris Wolfe have recovered as Grey kicks Shelton Benjamin out of the ring under the bottom rope and Belphegor joins them in the ring. Flanked by Grey and Wolfe, Abaddon smiles sadistically as he spreads his arms; beneath him, Apocalypta rests between his legs with her legs laid out flat while her hands push herself up. Abaddon laughs, bidding all viewers behold the destruction. Brief camera cuts show the down and out members of the McKeesport Mafia before cutting back to the ring. The Circle of Snakes in it's entirety now with Belphegor having joined them them to tower behind Abaddon with his massive arms raised. This is the final shot before we fade out to black, ending this week's show....
