NFW Wrestling #37 - Las Vegas, NV! 05/07/2019!

A door pushes open, voices are heard talking off camera - familiar voices; Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous. As Rick speaks, the crowd in the arena pops briefly, quieting to hear what's going on*

"...and then I realized what I had to do, guy...it's a matter of honour, bud."

"Well, I knew those guys had it coming, but this, Rick? I didn't think you had this in mind," Matt says.

*As the cameraman rounds a corner, Rick and Matt can be seen sitting next to each other, turned slightly to face one another*

"Guy, it's like I said on Twitter...which I realize you didn't see, so I'm telling you now...they both went after you, bud. I'm not standing by and letting my best bud get slapped around when he's got no backup, eh? Captain Cockgobbler and his rabid smegma goblin weren't playing fair - so I had to play their game, guy."

"I guess you're right, buddy. Those two oafs got what they deserved. I REALLY wanted to say what I was thinking, but Mr. Brody's warned me twice already about getting too biased in my commentary, especially when I'm just there for commentary," Matt pauses before taking a bite out of a brownie.

"So after what you did last week, I needed to step up and return the favor. Honor demanded it. So, after tonight, going forward, I will be leaving the announce team so we can focus on us as a team. Ultra Violence is going to come looking for blood, and I want to be able to carry my weight in this."

*Rick picks up a brownie as well and starts munching, talking with his mouth full*

"Oo ooo a goo yaww aa ommennary, gaaah!"

*Rick chews a few more times, then swallows*

"And you don't have to worry about carrying your weight, bud...you already do! You and me out there in that ring? That's like pure magic, guy!"

*Rick shoves the rest of the brownie into his mouth and continues*

"Whee Utaa vio'enn com, ee onna laap m aaounn ike wed edded steh hidwen, gaah!"

*Matt tilts his head to his left for a moment in an attempt to translate before straightening his head.* "You...bet...?" Matt says quizzically.

"Damn skippy, I bet, bud! Both of 'em! Like red headed step children!"

*Rick mimes holding someone by the collar and slapping them back and forth, the audience laughs*

*Matt let's out a small sigh of relief.*

"Well, I don't know what peanut butter has to do with any of this. But now it's time for us to turn up the heat on those two. It's time to show them that we're not going to be a pair of stepping stones on the way to those tag titles. We have as much of a right to those belts as those two, even if they are with Suzuki and Sabre. It's time for us to use THEM as stepping stones. It's time for us to be the liquid heat in THEIR jock straps. Am I right?" Matt says condfidentally.

"FUCK YEAH, BUD!!"

*Rick pumps his fists over his head as he yells*

"Now we need to go talk to Mr. Brody about a few matches...and maybe take him some brownies, guy!"

"A batch of Brotherhood Brownies?!? You bet, buddy!!! Time for the Turn It Up Express to turn NFW up a notch to 11!!!" Matt says emphatically as he stands up and gives a fist pump.
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Ozzy Osbourne's "Let Me Hear You Scream" plays over the introduction reel of NFW superstars posing before the camera. Wrapping the vignette up, are the current champions.

- Chris Wolfe slaps the TV Championship in front of the camera, motioning for any and everyone who wants a piece to come get them some.

- Under a golden hued filter, Marissa Payne stands beside Morgan Payne, with an arm around her shoulders, squeezing supprtingly as she cracks a small smirk into the camera. Next to her, Morgan's sweaty face and dripping hair stares back firmly with defiant, determination, holding the Women's TV Championship up beside her for the camera to see. She nods, tapping the center plate with a finger.

- Among the Renegades, Tyler Grey holds the Jr. Heavyweight Championship proudly on his shoulder with a scowl at the camera. Serena Frost poses in a black, leather chair, sitting sideways with her legs over one of the arms. Julian Morrison sits to the side of Serena while Tyson Law stands beside Tyler in the back, flipping the middle finger but pointing it down as he sneers arrogantly at the camera.

- Next, we see Shelley Silver, standing with Sloane Cameron slightly behind her. Shelley Silver holds the Silver Mountain Championship up beside her face. Shelley looks from the title, into the camera lens and gives a seductive wink and a smile.

- Kicks and Stone are seen, displaying the Mixed Tag Team Championship belts. Vincent Stone wears his around his waist, motioning with his hands, 'presenting' the title to all challengers. Erin Mercer plays air guitar on hers.

- Among Suzuki-gun, Zack Sabre Jr and Minoru Suzuki are seen with the Tag Team Championships. ZSJ taps his on his shoulder with a smug smirk on his face. Beside him, Suzuki holds his half of the belts up and slowly looks from it to the camera with his patented, wicked grin.

- Sex & Violence as a whole is seen together with Nostalgia Ultra standing side by side, looking as mean as ever. They each hold one of the Women's Tag Team Championship belts on their shoulders. Sitting in a lavish chair, like a modern day throne is Lara Blackheart the Women's Championship over her shoulder. She winks, arrogantly and blows a smooch to the camera.

- Judas Lasher wears the Heavyweight Championship around his waist while posing on his knees with his arms out. A satisfied snarl on his face as Alessandra Augustino stands behind him. Around him stand Doomsday and Belphegor - Ultra-Violence - scowling menacingly through their masks. Sitting on the floor in the front, Darius Crowley sits calmly with his fingertips together, staring at the camera with a stoic expression. On either side of this gathering, Buzzsaw calmly flexes a fist and grips the wrist of that hand, scowling from under his mask. On the opposite side, looking ever so dark and enigmatic, Ethan Skinner smirks evilly at the camera with a hand out to the camera, beckoning viewers as....



Inside the T-Mobile arena in Las Vegas, Nevada, the pyro goes off, all around the stage, lighting up the NFW banner before the lights in the arena come back on. The camera sweeps across the arena, showing the crowd in their excitement for the show about to get underway. Most of them are wearing their favorite NFW t-shirts while we see a few new shirts in the crowd from wrestlers not yet seen in NFW but debuting tonight. It's easy to spot new shirts like Darth Ganja, Fire & Ice and House Crowley. We get a brief glimpse of what can be assumed to be a married couple in the front row. Their faces are painted up like Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten as they make crazed faces at the camera. Signs are seen around the audience, as always.

GANG WARFARE WAS GANGSTA!

COMO ESTAS, GUY, EH?!

BURNING HEARTS CHAMPS: ME AND MY WIFE!

LET RICK AND DOOMSDAY FIGHT!

THE SLASHER IS HERE!!

COME TO THE DARK SIDE!
~Sign Flip~
WE HAVE GANJA!

HOUSE CROWLEY IN DA HIZZOUSE!

EDDY PLEASE SLASH REYNOLDS!

HOT LIKE FIRE!
~Sign Flip~
COLD LIKE ICE!

I BELIEVE IN AUBREY!



With the signs, the crowd chants loudly above the music, as always.

NFW!

NFW!

NFW!

NFW!

Finally, the camera swings right on over to the commentary table where we are met with the trio of Jim Reynolds, Nick Hanson and Matt Klazzic. Jim Reynolds is kicked back with his boots up on the table, idly playing with something in his hands. Some kind of thick piece of leather?

HANSON
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to another broadcast of New Frontier Wrestling! We are live, right here in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada! The T-Mobile arena! I'm Nick Hanson, as always, here with Jim Reynolds and Matt Klazzic. Matt, you said this is your last week with us, huh?"

KLAZZIC
"Last week on commentary, Nick. Yes sir! I'll be returning to action, full time, next week! It's been a pleasure working alongside you gentlemen!"

HANSON
"Jim? Are you gonna miss Ma---what the hell is that?"

Nick Hanson looks over to Jim Reynolds but pauses when he sees the object in his hand. He looks over at the camera with a look of concern, then back to Jim.

HANSON
"Jim...? Is that a...blackjack?"

REYNOLDs
"Yup!"

HANSON
"What for?"

REYNOLDS
"The next goddamn member of the roster so much as looks at me like they're gonna pull some shit, I'm gonna bust them over their fucking head!"

HANSON
"....I'm not even gonna say anything, to that. Anyway! We thank you for joining us ladies and gentlemen! We hope you enjoyed Gang Warfare last week, if you caught the show! We've got new tag team champions with Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Junior having defeated Ultra-Violence. That was the only title change we had last week out of three."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, thanks to this guy's friend, Rick!"

Jim Reynolds says as he points the blackjack at Matt Klazzic.

REYNOLDS
"I'm actually proud of the idiot for once! He helped dethrone the Dominion of Pain of some of that gold!"

KLAZZIC
"I still don't like it, but I support my buddy one hundred percent!"

HANSON
"That wasn't the craziest wesaw last week, folks. How about that eight woman, tornado tag death match? Sex & Violence came out on top of that one AND we saw Lara Blackheart's next possible challenger, Sativa Nevaeh make her official NFW on-screen debut! She'll be making her in-ring debut, tonight against Lara in a non-title match, BUT! If she wins, folks, she becomes the next contender for the Women's Championship!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, explain that to me! How the hell does a brand new signee get a chance at the Women's Championship!"

KLAZZIC
"Hey, she asked for a match from Savannah Hayes and the champ accepted! And if you pin the champ, you earn a title shot! It just so happens that Sativa Nevaeh has made it known that if she does win, tonight, she fully intends to demand her shot!"

REYNOLDS
"Which she won't win! A newbie isn't going to defeat the champ!"

HANSON
"She's new to NFW, Jim. Not new to wrestling. For god's sake, she's the Immortal Icons Champion over in California Wrestling!"

REYNOLDS
"Amazing! And I'm supposed to give a shit?!"

Nick Hanson and Matt Klazzic both shake their heads. Nick facepalms and Matt looks at the camera.

KLAZZIC
"I'd like California Wrestling to know that those are his personal thoughts and not our own! We think you guys are fantastic! Now, before Jim Reynolds swallows his foot even more and Nick Hanson here has an aneurysm, let's get on with the show, folks!"

HANSON
"Yes, absolutely folks. We do apologize for the change of the card. We were expecting to open the night with a singles match between Jag'hatai D'habi versus El Piso Mojado, but as it turns out, El Piso Mojado had a little trouble with his Work Visa so we will not be having that match tonight! Again, much apologies folks! Let's take it back where Amy Connors is waiting with Kyle Smalls!"
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We head in back to see Kyle Smalls in the hallway, just by the locker rooms, just as he is getting ready for his match against the debuting Wyld Stallion. Little was known about his opponent, so he did his best to stay on his toes, to expect everything and be on the top of his game, ready for anything. Just as Amy Connors was coming up to interview him, a random stagehand came up to the scene.

"Uh... Mister Smalls?" the young, awkward teenager walked up to him.

Kyle turned to the kid and raised an eyebrow before turning back to Amy, "I'll be just a minute." He looked to the kid again, "what's up?"

"Uh... there's a uh... Summer Winchester here. She says that she's your mother."

Kyle's normally charming smile turned into a scowl. "Send her away."

"Is she... not your mother?"

"Oh no, she is," Kyle pinched the bridge of his nose. "I just don't want her anywhere near me and especially not Kimi. We should have given her picture to security when we first signed."

"Right uh... I'll go find security and pass the word along."

"That would be great, thanks," Kyle grunted in a sarcastic tone before turning to Amy. "I'm sorry about that, Amy. It's a long story that we'll probably never tell."

Amy nodded, "of course. I was going to talk to you about your match, but I'm just giving you some time instead. Do you want me to get your sister?"

Kyle shook his head, "thanks, but no. I just need to get my head back into my match. Wyld Stallion, be ready. I will."

"Kyle Smalls, everyone," Amy put a smile on as she lead the camera away.
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[MATCH #1. SINGLES MATCH - KYLE SMALLS VS WYLD STALLION]

"Yeah!" by Usher starts to play as Kyle Smalls runs out onto the stage. His twin sister Kimi walks out, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as Kyle starts dancing. After only a few seconds, Kimi smirks and starts to dance with her brother. Right off the bat, it shows that they are both experienced hip-hop dancers. They make their way down the ramp together, high-fiving the fans and yelling out "Yeah!" every time that the song does, pumping their fists in the air as they do so, some of the fans start following suit.

ARDEN
"Being accompanied to the ring by his twin sister, Kimi. Coming to us from Sleepy Hollow, New York and weighing in at 185 lbs... Kyle Smalls!"

Kyle dances his way to the ring and climbs up the steps. He holds open the bottom rope for Kimi to step in before he follows her. The twin siblings dance in the ring together for a bit before the music fades out. Kyle then takes off his sunglasses and leather vest, giving them to Kimi before holding the bottom ropes open for her once more then starts bouncing off of the ropes, preparing himself for the match.

Parkway Drive's "The Void" suddenly explodes through the speakers of the arena as the lights turn red and white, indicating a member of The Great White North. The crowd erupts as the curtain flies open and Wyld Stallion comes walking through, powerfully and confidently in his red and white themed gear and mask. The young up and comer looks extremely confident as he makes his way out onto the stage and points to the crowd, throwing his hands up to make them get louder before starting down the ramp, pumping his fist at his side.

ARDEN
"His opponent!! Representing the Great White North! Making his NFW debut!! Please welcome...WYLD...STALLION!!!!"

Wyld Stallion makes it to the ring and hops up onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and soaking in more of the welcoming crowd's attention before he turns to watch Kyle Smalls from his corner, giving his opponent a respectful nod.

~DING DING DING~

As the bell rang, Wyld Stallion and Kyle Smalls met in the center of the ring, sizing each other up and bringing up their hands. The two exchanged a double fist bump, initiated by Stallion. Not much was known about the masked young man who had just suddenly come onto the scene the previous week. He'd, so far, presented himself with a sense of honor, though. Stallion and Kyle locked up, jarring for position when Wyld Stallion quickly showed the audience what he was bringing to NFW in the form of an Arm Drag, bringing Kyle to the mat but keeping hold of the young man's arm. Kyle flipped himself forward, landing into a break dancing posture and popped back up onto his feet, going for a short arm clothesline, taking Stallion down. Stallion popped back up and reversed the advantage again, continuing what became an impressive, extended display of chain wrestling between the two Junior Heavyweights. The chain came to an end with Wyld Stallion and Kyle Smalls breaking apart. Stallion watched the man across the ring as Kyle grinned big at the applause from the audience and started dancing in place. Stallion looked around at the audience. Enough of his face showed under his mask to show the almost comical look of 'what the hell' he was wearing on it.

REYNOLDS
"What the hell is that idiot doing?!"

KLAZZIC
"He's livening things up a little! Makes me wanna dance too!"

REYNOLDS
"Don't you fucking dare!"

HANSON
"Well, it might be livening things up but this is where Kyle usually ends up making mistakes and gets caught. He's a great athlete but he's still a little green and he does have that ego!"

REYNOLDS
"I can't believe I'm actually behind a Great White North member. Who the hell is this Stallion guy anyway?!"

Unlike most others would have probably done, Wyld Stallion didn't seize the opportunity for a blindsided maneuver while Kyle Smalls was dancing for the crowd. Instead, he snapped his fingers and yelled for Kyle's attention before motioning, 'let's go, man.' Kyle smirked, just having a good time and squared up for another tie up. From here, Wyld Stallion proceeded to show the NFW Universe just what he was capable of. As a rumored student to Scott Leroux, the young man showed much of the Tapout King's key arsenal mixed in with his own, to include technical holds and wrestling takedowns. Dropkicks, armdrags and dragon screws. Snapmares, DDTs and suplexes. Kyle Smalls answered back with his own assortment of signature DDT and suplex maneuvers. He mixed his up with street dancing maneuvers to keep Stallion on his toes and have a hard time gauging which direction the next attack was going to come from. All in all, the two kept the pace going back and forth most of the way, even though it was evident that Wyld Stallion had certainly undergone some intensive training. Kyle Small's heart and determination kept him fighting back, though and the two managed to keep each other on their toes until....

KLAZZIC
"Wow this new guy is really something, isn't he fellas? Both of them are, of course, but look at the first showing Wyld Stallion is putting on!"

HANSON
"Welcome to NFW's Junior Division, Wyld Stallion! We are so glad you came!"

REYNOLDS
"Ehhh, just too bad he's with those Great White North idiots!"

In the climax moments of the match, Kyle Smalls had Wyld Stallion up on the ropes, looking like he was going for a Superplex. As he fought with Stallion to get up the lift, however, Stallion managed to fight out of the hold and set Kyle up himself with his head between his legs. The crowd exploded with noise as the Great White North's newest member drilled Kyle down with a top rope Canadian Destroyer!! Kyle immediately slumped onto his back from the move as Stallion tiredly but hastily got to his feet and climbed the ropes again, this time with his back to the ring and came off of the ropes, hitting a beautiful Phoenix Splash onto Kyle Smalls and going right into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"Here is your winner!! WYYYYYYYLD.....STAAAAAAALLIOOOOON!!!!!!"

Parkway Drive's "The Void" played on again as Wyld Stallion celebrated his victory, and shook hands with Kyle Smalls after the referee raised his arm.
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The scene opens up backstage. Anton Crowley is stretching the knee of Eavan Maloney in the locker room. Dressed in half of her ring gear; black boy shorts, a red and black leather outfit inspired by Harley Quinn, her blond hair teased up in two ponytails, black and white eyeliner and black contacts, Anton continues to stretch the knee which makes Eavan wince with pain, gritting her teeth. When he finishes, Eavan gets up and starts doing other stretches on her own. Anton walks over to get Eavan’s gear bag.

"So, how did you get the doctor to sign your clearance forms?"

Eavan smirks and shakes her head.

"It doesn’t matter. I knew I was ready. The workouts I’ve been doing have been good. The jiu-jitsu classes were a smart idea to expand on the leverage actions. Even at eighty percent, I am still better than half of the roster. I needed to fight again. I needed to know if the rage issues I have are under control."

Eavan sits on the bench, and pulls out her KT tape and starts taping up her knee. Anton preps the pieces for her, rounding the corners of the tape to avoid catching on her clothing.

"Are you sure this match with Aubrey Cassidy will be a good indicator of this? She is known to be verbally aggressive, and based on the history you have with her, this match could get both physical and personal rather quickly."

Eavan looks up at him, her smirk wider. Even through her black contacts, Anton can tell he hit a nerve.

"Oh, totally personal. She was my protege. She wanted more than I was willing to give her, and she had this deep-seated hatred for me because of it. She hooked up with people who flooded her head with the same vitriol she always felt and considered herself satisfied with herself. When she heard I was leaving WWA, while at the highest I could be in that company without joining the Network, she lobbied for a match with me. Being somebody to give people numerous chances at the time, I agreed. Then in the lead-up to the match, she turned on me which I should have seen coming, and then cheap-shotted her way to a victory. So, for four months, that bitch has been lording a victory over me, and because we didn’t run in the same circles anymore, I couldn’t shut her up."

When Eavan finishes taping up her knee, she grabs her pants and pulls them on. She grabs a pair of socks out of her bag and pulls them on. Then she picks up her thick leather boots.

"So tonight, these boots are going to leave marks on her head and body. I’m not going to stop until that platinum blonde hair of hers is dark red and matted. She wants to look like some queen but the bitch hasn’t got a throne to sit on that doesn’t flush. I’m not just going to beat her, I’m going to beat her up. Bust her open, make her beg me to stop, beg me for mercy, and at that moment, I’m going to hit her that much harder because I can."

Anton can’t help but smile. When he had first met her, she was on the road to being domesticated, already planning a life outside of wrestling. Despite her mental issues, Eavan had become soft-spoken, that warrior instinct fading quickly. She wasn’t whole, and yet he saw something in her. He helped to tame the noise in her head. He made her more goal-oriented. He protected her but allowed her to spread her wings. Now she was whole.

"The changes in you these last couple of months has been nothing short of incredible. However, I have to ask. Why the change in attitude towards Sativa?"

Eavan thought to herself, thought back to the Twitter exchanges as of late. She shrugged and cocked her eyebrow.

"It’s going to come across as jealousy, but I’m just going to put it out there. When she and I were together, we were great or so I thought. She turned out to be a shit human being, and I’ve forgiven her for it and I try not to let it bother me. However, she’s walking around like she’s some high and mighty cunt with her multitude of fuckdolls and championships, yet what happened to me? Had one title stripped from me as I was “guilty by association”, lost one, got screwed out of a third one, and a wrecked-up knee. She fucks me over and she gets all the platitudes while I have to work from underneath? Fuck that shit. So, yeah, as much as she and I are still kinda friends, I fucking hate her and everything she stands for. If she and I crossed paths, guaranteed I’d knock her the fuck out and beat the shit out of anyone from the Collective dumb enough to try to pull us apart."

Anton nods and takes Eavan’s hand.

"You are missing the other half of your argument. Yes, you are right about Sativa and I do not fault your reasoning. However, you have achieved far more than you think. You distanced yourself from unnecessary drama. You do not involve yourself into everyone’s business in hopes to take control of things. You removed false friends and reconnected with others. You suffered greatly, there is no doubt, but you came through it stronger and better. Sativa will not change, she needs multiple partners in her life. She found what makes her happy but she did not evolve. You did. You chose what you would suffer for to find your happiness. You are so much better than she will ever be. She never suffered, you did. You will be a champion again, that is a given. What she seeks in three that we know of, you more than found in one. You do not give yourself enough credit, but it will come, and you have improved."

Eavan smiles sheepishly, trying to avoid crying. She knew he was right. The way he spoke candidly, telling her what she needed to hear opposed to what she may have thought she wanted to hear was one of the reasons she gravitated to him.

"Didn’t think I needed to mention that. Of course you have given me so much, and helped me get better. My rivalry with Sativa isn’t personal. Like I said, her and I are still friends, you know this. We went to her birthday party. Professionally, though, yeah I have a bit of a chip on my shoulder. Tonight isn’t about Sativa, it’s about Aubrey and putting her down and out of everyone else’s misery. I’ll find from underneath as I’ve always done, and I’ll get to that women’s championship. My road in NFW starts tonight, and I will kick holes through anybody in the way."

Eavan walks over and slaps the camera that had been recording them, breaking the feed.
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[MATCH #2. SINGLES MATCH - EAVAN MALONEY VS AUBREY CASSIDY]
"Blood Suckers" by Dana Fowler rocks the arena as Aubrey walks out to a rain of boos rocking the arena. She stood there and proceeded to laugh to herself as the entered the ring.

ARDEN
"Introducing first! From San Antonio, Texas! Aubrey...Cassidy!!!!"

She stood in the middle of the ring and extended her arms out gloating in front of a stacked crowd before going to her corner and awaiting her opponent.

“The One You Know" starts and quickly fades out like music from a jack in the box before Disturbed’s “Immortalized" begins.

“This is wartime, this is our time, we won't be denied
Feed the fire that is raging inside
This is go time, this is showtime, we will fight ‘til their wills are broken”

Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit and poses with one hand raised with devil horns.

“This is game time, an insane time, let the madness fly
Show them strength that just can’t be defied
Find the power to devour, let the beast inside now be woken”

They walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to boos from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.

“In this world only the strong will survive
Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive
Feel the energy build in your soul ‘cause it’s time”

Maloney and Crowley stand in the ring as the tron shows their logo of House Crowley. Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off Crowley’s shoulders. They touch foreheads before Crowley exits the ring.

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"Folks, not only is this a double debut match. This is something special. Teacher versus student!"

KLAZZIC
"I wonder if they thought they would ever cross paths again!"

REYNOLDS
"Well they certainly have here and neither of them look too happy about it! I guess there's some bad blood, huh?"

Eavan Maloney and Aubrey Cassidy circled each other slowly. There was definitely a past between the two, as Maloney had mentioned previously. Aubrey Cassidy watched her opponent. Her teacher in wrestling. A narrowed eyed scowl on her face. Eavan Maloney stared back with a cold look in her eyes, almost devoid of any caring. In fact, there seemed to be a little disappointment in her eyes. Slowly, those black lips of hers curled up into a twisted smile and she lunged forward, right into Aubrey. Aubrey met her halfway and they locked up, collar and elbow. Maloney, the more experienced, seasoned of the two - she was Cassidy's teacher after all - gained the quick advantage and brought Aubrey right down into an armbar. Aubrey quickly managed to twist out of it and both women popped up onto a knee. Aubrey shook her arm, looking a little taken aback by how quick Eavan was able to get her down. Eavan smiled a dark smile and 'bounced' her eyebrows up and down at Aubrey. A quick shot outside of the ring, showed Anton Crowley at ringside. The man stood there, smiling in wicked delight as he watched Eavan Maloney returning to action after a long hiatus.

HANSON
"Might be a little early to tell but I don't see any ring rust!"

REYNOLDS
"That was a sick takedown right into an armbar, Nicky!"

KLAZZIC
"I see some MMA training there, definitely! That was octagon level!"

After a second lockup, Eavan Maloney continued to maintain control of the match, using groundwork, various grapples and vicious knees and elbows. As the moments went on, she started going for her suplexes, landing a few variants such as a Snap, German and Fisherman. When she went for a Backdrop Suplex, however, Aubrey Cassidy managed to roll through it in the air and landed on her feet behind Eavan Maloney. Cassidy immediately went in for a kick right in the back of Maloney's rehabbed leg. Eavan went down as Aubrey immediately moved in and started working on her right knee with stomps and holds. Maloney bit through the pain and managed to escape an Indian Deathlock only for Aubrey to slip her right into a Figure Four Leglock. For over a minute, Eavan Maloney endured the pain, howling as Aubrey angled the hold up into a Figure Eight, increasing the pressure.

REYNOLDS
"Little Miss Spooky might wanna tap before she ends up on the shelf again, boys!"

KLAZZIC
"I'd hate to see her sidelined again after her comeback match!"

HANSON
"Maloney is in pain and Cassidy is not letting up!"

However, shortly after this was said, Maloney grit her teeth and flipped herself and Aubrey over onto their stomachs, reversing the pressure. It was Aubrey who was fighting and reaching for the ropes now as Eavan resisted and dragged them towards the middle of the ring. Outside, facing Eavan Maloney, Anton Crowley placed his hands on the apron, smiling in approval at his Little Demon as she endured everything thrown at her. On the other end, Aubrey Cassidy managed to drag herself and Eavan, finally, and grabbed onto the bottom rope. Eavan Maloney waited until the count of '4' before she relased Aubrey, to the boos of the crowd. She laid there, for a moment, nursing her right knee for a moment as Aubrey Cassidy pulled herself to her feet behind her. Fuming, Aubrey came off the ropes as Eavan got back to her feet and just as Eavan turned around, Aubrey used her teachr's body for leverage, coming up, around and hitting a Float Over DDT, SNAPPING Eavan's head into the mat!! Aubrey went for a pinfall cover---

ONE!!

TWO!!

But EAVAN KICKED OUT!!

The offense to her knee had her biting through pain but she wasn't staying down so easily. Getting back up, Aubrey moved around to her legs and grabbed both feet, beginning to set up for Make It Or Break It.

HANSON
"Oh no, if she gets this locked in, Maloney's in deep trouble!!"

KLAZZIC
"That modified sharpshooter, guys. Not an easy hold to escape from!"

REYNOLDS
"No sir!"

As Aubrey began trying to position Eavan's legs, Eavan kept pulling free and frantically kicking at her. Finally, Aubrey grabbed her right foot and kicked her in the back of the knee again. Eavan reeled and Aubrey continued going for the setup. This time, Aubrey got the legs crossed and was ready for the turnover but Eavan yanked her left foot free and BOOTED Aubrey right in the face as she was leaning over. Aubrey stumbled back, holding her face as Eavan hastily pulled herself up to her feet. As Aubrey Cassidy turned her attention back to her opponent, Eavan Maloney was waiting with a stiff Chick Kick, right across Aubrey's head!!! Both women went down. Aubrey hit the mat and Eavan slumped to her knees in pain and exhaustion. She forced herself to her feet, however, as did Aubrey - the latter shaking her head to clear it. As Aubrey turned around again, Eavan rushed forward and caught her in her grasp, delivering a sudden Exploder Suplex! From here, Eavan Maloney sat and waited, beckoning for Aubrey Cassidy to make it to her feet.

HANSON
"Exploder Suplex from Maloney and this one might be almost over!!"

KLAZZIC
"She doesn't look finished, though! What's she doing now?!"

REYNOLDS
"Who knows? She looks like the type to jump on a bitch and Mileena her face off."

HANSON
"Oh stop it. You want Anton Crowley there to hear you?"

Aubrey Cassidy got to her feet again and stumbled back around to face Eavan Maloney. Eavan sneered, evilly as she watched and waited for Aubrey to be in position. When she was, Eavan rushed up and jumped, grabbing Aubrey's head, yanking her down face first onto both of her knees, then immediately went for the cover, pulling up the leg and laying on her back across Aubrey.

HANSON
"L.A MAKEOVER!!!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

Disturbed's "Immortalized" erupted throughout the arena as Eavan Maloney sat up with a malicious smile on her face. Her tongue came out again as her shoulders shook with laughter.

ARDEN
"Here is your winner!!! EAVAAAAAAAAN MALOOOOONEEEEEEEY!!!!"

A few seconds later, she looked up to see a very pleased Anton Crowley entering the ring with an unmatched coolness in his motions. Maloney sat down on her hands and knees, haunched like a cat of prey, grinning up at him as he offered down his hand to her. She took it and smoothly stood up, being pulled in against her man. Maloney made sure to put extra weight on her left leg as she rested her head against Crowley's chest with a twisted, content smile on her face. After a moment, she lifted her head up and she and Anton Crowley both looked at the camera. Eavan grinned wickedly. Anton gave an unnerving, calm yet devilish smile as the shot ended.

Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:12
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The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.



The intro to "Voodoo" by Nyxx fills the arena as green lasers shoot up and wave around the entrance area and blue strobe lights light up the arena. Shapes start to take form in the static on the screen. The silhouette of a petite woman, a cross, a pot leaf, and a skull. They fade in and out, making you wonder if you actually saw them.



Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. With her, with the NFW Women’s Television title thrown over her shoulder, was Morgan Payne. Despite wearing a mask, you can tell she is smirking. The crowd rains down hate on her. The pair start to make their way towards the ring.



When they make it to ringside Sativa slides under the bottom rope head first as Morgan climbs the steps and enters the ring. Sativa crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She then stands next to Morgan after getting a mic.

“Wow. Wasn’t that match… impressive?” Sativa lowers the mic and looks at Morgan. The pair nod slightly. “You all got to see my ex debut against some grade A trash and act all badass and violent in the ring. Something she has called one of my current girlfriends, and basically her replacement, a psycho for doing. Pot, meet Kettle.”

Sativa and Morgan share a laugh for a moment. “Now, in a little over an hour, you’ll all get to see a REAL debut. Mine. You see I didn’t just sign and hope for the best. Eavan did that and look at what he debut was. Trash. No, I signed, and I set my sights on the one place they should always be. The NFW Women’s Championship. I came into the company and decided I wanted to go straight to the top. And that’s what I did. I requested that my debut be against Lara Blackheart. The current, though not for long, Champion.”

A pause for Sativa to smirk at her comment. “You see, Lara, I originally wanted this match to prove a point. To show you what kind of competitor you are. That you are nothing more than a pathetic, scared, little girl who clings to her family legacy to claim relevance and importance. But despite your genealogy, you are a fucking disgrace. You can’t do anything with any shred of talent or decency. You and Eavan are honestly perfect for each other. Trash always seems to collect more of itself.”

A surprising cheer from the crowd at this comment. “But, things have changed now. You see, I’m in a shit mood today. Had a bad night last night and now I am out to release some anger. I am out to be the psycho that Eavan claims others are and she isn’t. I am going to fucking hurt you, Lara. And honestly, it isn’t anything personal. Really. I just need this release. You just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But, it does happen to benefit me greatly. Because after I beat your ass in worse than you’ve ever had it done before, I get to come back and do it again. Only in the repeat, I get to take that title you have. You know, the one you are holding for me.”

Sativa looks over at Morgan for a moment before continuing. “You see, Lara, the difference between us is so fucking shocking. When you decided to come at me you were SO full of piss and vinegar. You were spitting fire and showing that you might actually have a spine in that pile of garbage you call a body. Then, when I didn’t cower and grovel you changed your tune. You tried to butter me up and make nice. Why? I don’t want you as a friend. I don’t want you as anything more than a smear on the bottom of my boot. Then, FUCKING THEN, you decided to do what everyone else tries to do. You decided it would be a good idea to come at those close to me. At those I love.”

Sativa reaches out and takes Morgan’s hand in hers. “THAT is where you royal fucked up Lara. Not only do I have some pent up rage to get out at your expense but now I gotta beat that ass on account of you being a fucking twat waffle. Which, honestly, is fine by me. Just give me more and more reasons to prove what a piece of shit human and wrestler you are. Give me that motivation to shatter your fucking world like you are half of the universe’s population and I’m Thanos about ready to snap.” To emphasize her point, Sativa raises her hand and snaps her fingers.

“So, Lara, please, get on camera, either backstage or come out to the ring, and run that clam trap of yours. Give me even more of a reason to break your fucking face. You’ve motivated me beyond anything I could have brought before. Tonight, you aren’t getting ‘Tha Ganja Goddess’ Sativa, the happy go lucky girl out to have fun and win. You aren’t getting ‘Darth Ganja’ the cold calculator manipulator out to humiliate her opponent. You are getting “The Blood Countess Sativa Nevaeh. The version of me that is out for one thing and one thing only. Blood. I am going to break you, mind, body, and spirit. I am going to leave you in a pool of blood, doubt, and self-pity. I’m going to leave you in a position I know you know well. On your fucking back.”

A fire seems to have lit inside of Sativa as she spoke. Her eyes seem to burn with an inner fire. “Lara Blackheart, tonight is the night you realize you aren’t the top of the food chain in the Women’s division. Tonight you get the first glimpse of the real Queen of the Mountain. Tonight you will learn that your days with that title are numbered. Tonight, Lara Blackheart, you will look your conqueror in the eyes and know your demise is coming soon.”

A smirk creeps across Sativa’s face. “Tonight you meet ‘The Blood Countess’ Sativa Nevah and watch as your world crumbles. See you soon...” Sativa drops the mic as her music starts back up. Her and Morgan exit the ring and head backstage to a feverish mixed reaction.
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[MATCH #3. SINGLES MATCH - "THE SHAOLIN REBEL" TYSON LAW VS "THE SLASHER" EDDY POE]

The intro line to the”John” by Lil Wayne plays throughout the arena:

"Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established
Instructions are to prepare for an attack by an unknown enemy."

As the voice finishes, he lights suddenly faded out. When the beat to the song kicks in, strobes resembling police search beams sweep over the stage. The instant the first verse starts, Tyson Law emerges from behind the curtain, flinging it aside, immediately raising two middle fingers to the crowd.

ARDEN
"About to make his way down the aisle: he weighs in at two hundred and fifteen pounds! From Raleigh, North Carolina...representing the Renegades!! The Shaolin Rebel...TYSON...LAAAAAAAAAAW!!!"

He lowers his hands as he reaches the ramp, starting his way towards the ring. Even behind his bandana, he can be heard talking trash to the camera the entire way, until he reaches ringside where he violently brushes passed the camera man and runs, sliding into the ring. Hopping up onto the turnbuckle, he opens his arms, curling his hands in and nodding arrogantly to the audience as they boo him. Tyson pulls down the bandana around his face, grinning while chewing his gum. He spits it out towards the front row, throwing another bird before dropping back to the mat and removing the rest of his entrance gear.

~You're all gonna die!~

With the sound of an actual chainsaw cranking up inside the arena, Motogrator's "Suffocate" rips through the speakers, filling the arena. The chainsaw, however, comes from the stage as the red lights illuminate "The Slasher" Eddy Poe as he raises and revvs the saw over his head. He steps off of the stage and immediately goes into the infamous "Chainsaw Dance" made famous from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise. Eddy spins and swings the chainsaw around in a wild rage. At the right camera angle here and there, he appears to have a few close calls with the front row audience, making his unique entrance even more terrifying.

ARDEN
"His opponent!!! From Battle Creek, Michigan!! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds!!! Making his NFW debut!! THHEEEE SLLLLASHEEEEERRRR!!! EDDYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOE!!!"

Halfway down the aisle, Eddy Poe stalks towards the ring with a purpose, watching Tyson in the ring as he carries the motorized weapon at his side. Tyson Law IMMEDIATELY slides out of the ring as soon as Eddy Poe gets in and starts swinging the chainsaw around in another dance before moving to his corner, switching it off and setting it down out of the way. Only then does Tyson Law get back into the ring, looking unnerved and mouthing 'what the fuck, man?!'

REYNOLDS
"THIS GUY'S OUT OF HIS FUCKING MIND, NICKY!!!"

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"Will you take a look at Tyson Law's face?"

KLAZZIC
"I don't think he knows what to think!"

REYNOLDS
"I don't know what to think! This guy, Poe, looks like something out of a kid's nightmare!"

Tyson and Eddy are in the ring as the ref calls for the bell and this contest is underway. The two men circle the ring and as they go for the initial collar and elbow tie up, Tyson uses his speed and agility to instead duck under and hit the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, he leaps and looks for a shoulder block, but Eddy leans into it and just absorbs the blow. He beats at his chest and yells at Tyson to do it again. Tyson again hits the ropes and goes for another shoulder block that again, Eddy just simply absorbs and stands tall. Tyson again goes to hit the ropes, but as he turns to run, Eddy simply grabs him by the hair and pulls him close. As he does, he turns Tyson around and hits him with a simple, but very effective headbutt that sends Tyson reeling back. Tyson falls into the corner and Eddy charges in and follows the headbutt with a splash to Tyson and throws him out of the corner. Eddy drops down for a quick cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

HANSON
"He might be a little taken aback, but Tyson isn't gonna quit easy! Eddy'll find that out, real quick!"

Eddy picks Tyson up from the mat and sends him looks to deliver a vertical suplex, but Tyson is able to deliver a few well placed knee strikes to the top of Eddy’s head forcing him to release Tyson who floats down behind Eddy and delivers a very smart chop block that sends Eddy to one knee. Tyson follows up by hitting the hitting the ropes and delivering a shining wizard right to the temple of Eddy who falls flat on the mat. Tyson uses this to then follow up with a standing moonsault and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

KLAZZIC
"I don't think Poe's much of a quitter either, guys! Hah!"

REYNOLDs
"Shut up, will you? Thank god this is your last week at the table."

KLAZZIC
"You're gonna miss me, Jim Reynolds! And I'm gonna miss you!"

REYNOLDS
"Not likely...."

Tyson begins to argue with the ref that it was a three count and the ref explains Eddie got his shoulder up at two, but Tyson argues a little more, giving Eddy time to get back to his feet. As he stands there, he waits and Tyson turns around and as he does, Eddy picks Tyson up into a Gorilla Press and walks around the ring a little as Tyson tries to get out, but before he can, Eddie simply drops Tyson causing him to crash face first into the mat. Eddy picks Tyson up and sends him into the ropes. Tyson comes off the ropes and Eddie catches him for a Black Hole Slam! Eddy goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Tyson gets his shoulder up at the very last moment and Eddy just laughs. Eddy now signals for the end of the match and stands there, waiting patiently. Tyson is slow to move, but crawls over to the ropes and uses them to help himself back up. As he stumbles back towards Eddy, he’s met with a kick to the midsection. Eddie then picks Tyson up and hits Enter the Bad Place! Eddy hooks both legs and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

The ref calls for the bell and “Suffocate” again begins to play and Eddie’s hand is raised in victory.

ARDEN
"Here is your winner......THEEEEE SLLLLLLASHER!!!! EDDYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOOOEEEE!!!!!!!"

HANSON
"Well, now! Welcome to NFW, Eddy Poe!"

REYNOLDS
"No! You are not welcome! Someone tell him that for me!"

KLAZZIC
"I'll tell him you said that, sure."

REYNOLDS
"Don't tell him it was from me! You trying to get me killed?!"

Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:37
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Scene open as we see Ryan Steele in his locker room and what the camera doesnt catch is what he is watching on TV. As the camera continues to focus on Ryan as the TV is flashing scenes in the background.. "Aww Damn that had to hurt, i still cant believe i did that.. apparently im gonna have to start doing this stuff again " says Ryan as he voices his thoughts. "You know i wonder what NFW superstars would do if i start wrapping steel chairs around the necks of idiots and jackasses that piss me off" says Ryan as he starts to get more angry. "I love Morgan, i realize that now, why did i have to be so stupid, that fact that she doesn't see what i go through, it kills me" says Ryan as he starts to shed a tear...

As he finishes his last thought.. there's a knock on the door (Knock, Knock)

The door can be heard opening. After a couple seconds goes by, the audience watching grows to a pop as “The Punisher” Andrew Payne walks into frame. Slow and looming, the man comes to stand by Ryan, dressed in straight up black. Jeans, boots and a t-shirt fitting enough to show that the man, even in his mid 40s is still jacked and dangerous.

“You wanted to talk, Steele. You got five minutes.”

Payne says as he stares Ryan Steele down. Five minutes to convince the NFW veteran why he shouldn’t put him through a wall right there. Andrew Payne didn’t need to say out loud that he didn’t like or trust Ryan. They didn’t exactly have a good history, but he was showing some real restraint here by just standing there and being willing to listen.

As Ryan stands in front of Andrew Payne wearing his latest "Reckless Steele " shirt and nice pair of blue jeans with tennis shoes, the TV is playing old recordings on video of Ryan Steele in his independent days where if Ryan broke someone's arm it was an achievement
"Listen , Andrew.. i know you are having some major restraint here.. cause i know you want me to be slurping my breakfast through a straw at the local hospital... but i do very much appreciate you stopping by.. i wanted to tell you.. i am very sorry for what i did to you and your family i sit back and think day in and day out about Morgan since that day.. now i know she's talking to someone now.. and everyone seems to be taking her side rather than mine.. quite frankly i dont blame them, Now Sabastian started dating Hannah and he's in a better place with her, i know if he was here he'd apologize too... We both seen the error of our ways and are trying to change in a drastic way.. i wanted to get this off my chest and tell you face to face that i still do love your daughter.. but she has other pkans right now and i respect that.. but i also wanted to tell you that if the Paynes ever needed help.. you can call on Sabastian and Myself to help.

We will fight by your side this time and every single time till we die. I wanted to get your input also" as Ryan finishes his sentence he turns around to watching himself on the TV giving the "Throat Cut" to his opponent

“Ryan.”

Andrew says flatly, keeping his arms crossed as he watches Steele with that unchanging cold expression.

“Morgan is twenty three years old. If you think she’s gonna listen to me if I tell her to give you a second chance, you really don’t know Morgan. That kid ain’t listened to shit I say outside of wrestling advice. I can’t give you tips on how to win her back. I have no idea what she looks for in a partner.”

Andrew Payne looks at Ryan Steele hard and unphased. His eyes briefly switch over to the TV screen then back to Ryan Steele.

“You want my input? Morgan’s uncle and me believe everybody deserves a second chance. It’s why I didn’t come in here and feed you my fist out right. So, you wanna turn over a new leaf? Prove it when the opportunity arises. But I’m gonna tell you this once. You and your boy burn us again? Fuck a damn straw, kid. Your both gonna need a goddamn feeding tube. I’d pass that message to Young’s little girlfriend too. Morgan ever tell you about her mom?”

"No" replies Ryan as he glances at the screen as he watches SRY give DDT onto a chair on the TV
"I was wanting to know more about Morgan.. but maybe." Andrew looks at Ryan as Ryan scratches his head. "Maybe i should have..” says Ryan. "You know how to re-do a wrong that you regret in any way?.. Just know that im gonna keep telling her when i have the chance .. I just hope you will be able to put a bug in her ear that maybe this other relationship that she's in.. is just a rebound from me.. i know she's hurt from what i did.. i regret it fully. I have to live with the consequences now.. " Says Ryan.

Andrew snorted and brushed his nose with his thumb and raised an eyebrow at Ryan Steele.

“I don’t know shit about her new relationship other than the girl’s name. This thing between you and Morg is your own business. I ain’t getting into it. Now, you said she didn’t tell you about her mother. All you need to know, then, is this: LeeAnn? She may as well be that little girl’s mother. So back on the thing about you, your boy and his new girl burning us again. That means her, too. And she don’t wanna piss Lee off. That woman will end her career before it takes off. Now, if we’re done here, me and D gotta go put down two mongrels. You still want Morgan? That’s between you and her.”

Andrew Payne glances over to the screen with the match going on. He notices something and nods to the screen to make Ryan look at the TV.

“Word of advice? Put your legs into that shit more. You’ll angle it on their neck better.”

With that being said, Andrew Payne excuses himself from the locker room and takes his leave.

As the door closes Ryan takes a big gasping sigh that can be heard "Damn i feel alot better now.. its like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders, i better call Riley to tell him " says Ryan as he voices his thoughts out loud.. Ryan is seen going through his bags.. "I know i put that damn phone in here somewhere " says Ryan looking and shuffling through his bag "Got It, i knew i had it in there " says Ryan as thinking out loud the scene closes as Ryan is seen dialing numbers on his phone.
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Backstage, the camera finds Max LeBrun of The Resistance with his girlfriend, Candi Broduer. For once, it's him doing the taping up of her hands and wrists for her. Instead of his ring gear which he's usually seen in, he's now wearing black sneakers, faded blue jeans and a Join The Resistance t-shirt as he works on Candi's hand tape with a smirk on his face. "You ready for this, babe?" He asks, looking up from her hands, to her knowing the answer already.

"I am." Candi replied, for the first time in a long time having that hard, determined edge to her voice again. "Morgan's a nice kid. And she's better in that ring than she even realizes. But I have something to prove here. Everyone from Frost to Blackheart to Campbell have made comments... some respectful, some not... about me being on the way down. That I lost my killer instinct. That I was more focused on us now than on my career. And they're wrong. I was distracted for a while, yes. I knew I had to get you away from the Renegades somehow... and then they went and took care of it for me. But while it took me a while to find myself after that... I'm back."

Max rolled his eyes and 'pffted' at the idea of Candi being on her way down the hill. "On the way down my ass! We're barely over thirty! Besides, people do this shit well into their forties. Their fifties! Look at Willy and Scott. Look at Judas Lasher. Hell, look at---!" He stopped himself when he realized something. "...Holy shit." He finished taping Candi's hands and came up to sit on the bench beside her, staring off into space as realizing showed on his face. "They think we're getting up there with the people we accused of stealing our thunder, don't they?" He looked at his girlfriend. His life partner. The look on his face said it all. Where did they go wrong? Technically, he had his rematch with Judas Lasher whenever he wanted it. But even Ethan Skinner was claiming that he, the former champion, wasn't even relevant anymore. Maybe he was right....

"That's why we need to show everyone how wrong they are, Max." Candi sighed, before admitting what had been on her mind all along. "Last week... we didn't even talk to her, but just seeing Voodoo walk in with Scotty... did you SEE her? Even now, she was so full of confidence and just... you could see it. She knows she's a bad bitch, and doesn't care what anyone else thinks." She looked at Max, and gave him a sweetly ashamed grin. "We lost that. Both of us. We let a few losses affect us more than all the wins that came before them."

"Why didn't we talk to her?" Max asked, looking quizzically at Candi. They'd both seen Voodoo, as Candi said, right there with Scott. They were just down the hall but out of sight. Maybe it was shame from how they had treated Scott and the rest of the GWN during their rough patch. The fear that Voodoo, passionate wife to Scott that she was, would still hold a grudge. "We fucked up bad, didn't we babe? And we've got a whole lotta cleaning up to to, still. You and me both."

"We do." Candi replied, flexing her fingers and wrists to make sure she was happy with the tape job. "One thing at a time though. I need to take care of business tonight. And you have to get that title back from Lasher. Remember.... together? NOTHING can stop us."

"Goddamn right." Finding his smile again, Max brought up a fist and bumped it with Candi's before leaning in and resting his forehead against hers, affectionately. The crowd reacted then as he took her face in one hand and laid one on her, nice and deep. "You go handle your business, Candi Cane. I can handle the King of Pain..." He paused, looking thoughtful. "But to do that, I gotta go consult another King...." Max nodded to himself as he let Candi go. A second or two passed with the camera focused on the man before he, too, got up off of the bench and was heard leaving the locker room.
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[MATCH #4. SINGLES MATCH - NFW WOMEN'S TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP - CANDI BRODUER VS MORGAN PAYNE (C)]
ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Women's Television Championship!!!!"

Breaking Benjamin's "Blow Me Away" filled the arena as the lights took on a white and red, flashing effect. To the delight of long time fans of the company, the young, primed veteran of NFW, Candi Broduer stepped through the curtain in her red and white tights and t-shirt gear. She's focused and calculated but the ovation from the crowd is clearly appreciated as she smirks, walking down the ramp.

ARDEN
"Introducing first, the challenger!! From Toronto, Ontario Canada! The Crippler!! CANDIIIIIII BRODUUUUUEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!"

Candi Broduer enters the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, striking a pose identical to her mentor, Chris Benoit, running her thumb over her throat before climbing down to the mat and removing her entrance gear.

At the same instant, the lighting of the arena takes on a darker tone with a golden hue, focusing around on the crowd as Ill Nino's "Sangre" starts up. A yellow spotlight searches the audience until falling on a specific figure making it's way through the footpath designated for staff to go between ringside and backstage. It's Morgan Payne! She's fired up as she moves between rows of fans, calling for them to get louder and throwing high fives and fist bumps to whoever she can get one out to. The NFW Women's Championship is strapped around her chest, diagonally, over her jacket. Fans who know her character offer out their plastic cups of beer. Morgan randomly selects one, downing the entire cup, spare a small amount that runs down her chin and neck. Once the cup is drained, she tosses the cup over her shoulder and high fives the fan she got the beer from, bobbing her head along to the rhythm of her music as she continues her way to the ring.

ARDEN
"Her opponent!! Representing the Iron Maidens!! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!! She is the NFW Women's Television Champion!!! MORGAAAAAAAAN PAAAAAAAAYNE!!!!"

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

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

~DING DING DING~

It was Morgan Payne's second defense against Candi Broduer and the defending champion had a more hardened, killer instinct in her eyes. Anybody in their right mind knew when a formerly defeated challenger stepped up for another shot, they had something new up their sleeves. What it was, Morgan didn't know. Only Candi knew. Both women were more prepared, tonight, evidently. They knew the challenge was greater on both ends so they took their time stepping in, approaching one another for the tie up. When they did, Candi went for the same maneuver as their last match, trying to see if she could finish quickly and roll Morgan up into a small package. Tonight, though, Morgan rolled through it and came up onto her feet while Candi lifted to her knees. The defending champion lunged forward and threw a forearm down at Candi but Candi leaned back to evade it before popping up onto her feet. Now it was Morgan on her knees as she came up with Candi going for a roundhouse kick to the head. Morgan caught it with her forearms. Candi brought her leg down and went for a kick with the opposite leg. Morgan brought her arms down, knocking it back to the mat. Candi then went for a step-in forearm. Morgan caught her by the arm and dropped, throwing Candi almost effortlessly across the ring with an Armdrag! Both women popped up onto one knee, staring across at each other. Candi grinned, nodding; impressed. Morgan slowly shook her head and mouthed 'not getting caught in that again.'

REYNOLDS
"Who-ho-hoooaaaaa!!!"

KLAZZIC
"RIght?! Nice moves from the champ! That's something we haven't seen her do before!"

HANSON
"I'll bet money she's been preparing specifically for his match. Remember her Aunt is one of her trainers. LeeAnn Viskan. One of the best submission and technical specialists in this sport. If anybody can prepare Morgan Payne for Candi Broduer, it's her."

KLAZZIC
"This crowd is going nuts already, Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds! Listen!"

The crowd was still applauding the ladies in the ring with some in the front row standing to their feet. Both Candi Broduer and Morgan Payne looked around at the audience. Morgan was a little taken aback. Candi smirked and motioned with her index finger in a circle, mouthing 'you hear that?' She gestured between her and Payne. 'That's for us! Let's go!' Candi and Morgan moved in again, bringing their hands up and went for another tieup. As they fought for dominance, Morgan demonstrated her power advantage again, forcing Candi back into the ropes. The referee called for the break, getting to the count of '2' before Candi and Morgan both raised their hands, obeying the command. As the referee stepped back, however, Morgan Payne shockingly lunged forward, throwing a forearm at Candi Broduer! Candi Broduer moved out of the way, causing Morgan to go into the ropes before the woman turned around and found Candi looking at her with a shocked and bewildered look. Morgan seemed to read Candi's thoughts. Even though the Canadian beauty didn't say anything out loud, her face said it all; 'what the hell was that?!' Morgan made an uneasy face and shrugged, tapping the side of her head and shrugging agian. A silent way of saying 'trying to be smart in this match?'

HANSON
"Whoa, guys. I don't think I've ever seen that sort of behavior out of Morgan Payne before, guys. She's usually a stickler for the rules!"

KLAZZIC
"Never bends them of breaks them!"

REYNOLDS
"Maybe she's wising up. You saw that head tap. She needs to be smarter than Candi Broduer. She needs to be ruthless! She's wrestling someone with over a decade and a half of experience on her! If she doesn't stay on her and play smart, she loses that title!"

Looking guilty, Morgan stepped forward and offered a tentative hand out to Candi for a truce. Candi looked at the hand and up at Morgan, suddenly unsure but hesitantly took it. The two women shook hands before continuing their match. This time with a power play of their hands interlocked which Morgan, again, won due to strength being the cornerstone of her technique. Forcing Candi down onto a knee, Morgan began laying into her midsection with brutal and stiff kicks. Stomping away at Candi's chest. From here, Morgan Payne stepped in, hitting a Snap DDT on Candi from the woman's position on her knees, quickly rolling her over for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

Kickout!

Morgan sat up, huffing under her breath, brushing her hair out of her face. She watched Candi and moved on her, continuing her offense.

HANSON
"Morgan Payne looking a little frustrated but she should know that Candi Broduer is not someone you put down so easily. She's the second longest tenured veteran of the women's division here in NFW. She knows the tricks and she knows how to avoid them."

The match continued on with Morgan Payne beginning to bring out her heavy arsenal of suplexes, stiff clotheslines and pop-up attacks. Clearly using her strength to her advantage and growing increasingly aggressive to the point where the referee had to pull her back off of Candi Broduer from the corner and began lecturing her on the rules. Morgan, surprisingly, was up in the referee's face and arguing back with him until she brushed passed the man and went back to attack Candi again. However, Candi had taken the time of the referee's lecture to catch ber breath and gain her bearings so when Morgan Payne started approaching her again, Candi was ready with a pop-up kick from the corner, right to Morgan's face. This left Morgan open for Candi to begin mounting her own offense in the form of strikes, technical holds and submission maneuvers. Candi began chaining moves together, keeping Morgan worn down. Whenever Morgan managed to power out of one submission maneuver or a takedown, Candi transitioned right into something different, putting the pressure on another limb. Morgan was growing increasingly frustrated. Angry. Her infamous temper was showing like never before. She began trading strikes with Candi Broduer, voicing her anger with yells and screams that came with each forearm or chop she handed out. Still, Candi Broduer kept fighting back, seeming better off in the match than Morgan Payne was, at this point.

HANSON
"I'm a little perplexed guys, this is a side of Morgan we've never seen before."

KLAZZIC
"I know the girl has a temper but this is something else! I've never seen her lash out at somebody so harshly, before!"

REYNOLDs
"She is a Payne!"

KLAZZIC
"By name, Jim. Still! I know they fight rough but this is borderline hateful! Morgan looks like she's got some seeded anger she's letting out!"

Morgan and Candi continued battling it out back and forth with Morgan keeping up with her increased aggression. Finally, Morgan looked to have Candi on her last leg after delivering a Deadlift German Suplex but not going for the cover. Instead, she got to her feet, fuming with frustration on her face as she squatted down and watched as Candi began picking herself up. Nodding, she motioned with a hand for Candi to keep on getting to her feet. Once Candi did, Morgan spun her around to face her and kicked her in the midsection going for her father's Art of Ruin finisher BUT Candi Broduer countered, shoving Morgan right into the ropes. Morgan rebounded off the ropes and came right back at Candi as the challenger went for a clothesline. Morgan ducked under and ran off the other side of the ropes, cocking her arm back, clearly going for The Faded Line. As she closed in on Candi, however, the exhausted looking woman managed to catch Morgan's arm in an impressive scissor leg take down, flipping Morgan down onto the mat. Candi continued the momentum and transitioned this right into the Crippler Crossface!!

HANSON
"AND CANDI COUNTERS THE FADED LINE WITH THE CROSSFACE!!!!! SHE'S GOT IT LOCKED IN!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"THAT ONE CAME OUTTA NOWHERE!!!! AND LOOK AT THE POSITION IN THE RING!!!!"

HANSON
"DEAD CENTER!!!"

REYNOLDS
"MORGAN'S GONNA HAVE TO DIG IN DEEP IF SHE WANTS OUT OF THIS ONE!!! LOOK SHE'S DRAGGING HER!!!! SHE'S DRAGGING CANDI!!!"

As Candi Broduer wrenched back on Morgan Payne's chin with her arm cinched between her knees, Morgan Payne fought to keep her head forward and used her other arm to literally try and pull both of them towards the ropes. A mixture of frustration and utter pain on her face was visible as she cried out in pain and desperation. The crowd's response was straight down the middle, it seemed. Half cheering for Candi Broduer to get the win and the other half calling for Morgan to make it to the ropes! After dragging Candi with her for about a foot or two, Morgan reached for the ropes with her fingers just inches away from the bottom. She grit her teeth, reaching as far as she could. Tears of agony ran down her cheeks, smearing the footballer paint she wore under her eyes. Morgan reached, further and further. Candi Broduer, finally wrenched back on Morgan's chin with her hands harder, pulling Morgan back and thus further from the ropes. Morgan screamed. Her reaching hand began to clench into a fist....and she finally reached up, tapping desperately on Candi's hands to let her know she was submitting.

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"THAT'S IT!!! NEW CHAMPION!!!"

Candi Broduer IMMEDIATELY released Morgan Payne from the hold, showing the sportsmanship and discipline she was mostly known for in her recent years. The Canadian woman fell back in exhaustion as Morgan's face buried onto the mat and she brought her arm underneath her.

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOUR WINNER....AAAAAAAND NEEEEEEEWWW....N! F! W! WOMEN'S TELEVISION CHAMPION.....CANDI...."THE CRIPPLER"...BRODUUUUUUEEEEEEER!!!!!!"

Breaking Benjamin's "Blow Me Away" erupted through the arena as the referee came and presented Candi Broduer with the championship belt. With a look mixed between accomplishment and pride, Candi stood to her feet and raised the title up over her head. She ran to a corner and stood up onto the turnbuckle, raising the belt high. When she stepped down to the mat, she turned to see the referee checking on Morgan. Obviously being asked about her shoulder, Morgan nodded, through tears that she was okay. Physically anyway, as she rolled up onto her knees, nursing the soreness in her shoulder as it gradually subsided. A dejected look on her face. "Blow Me Away" continued as Candi Broduer brushed her hair out of her face and walked painfully over to where Morgan was on her knees. Candi dropped down onto her own, right in front of her and set the belt down beside her. She reached out and took Morgan's face into her hands, making her look up at her. Her words couldn't be heard but her face was sincere and calm. Morgan sadly nodded and Candi pulled the girl in for a hug.

HANSON
"Candi Broduer, guys, obviously giving Morgan Payne words of encouragement. Respect between opponents. That was a hell of a Women's TV title match."

REYNOLDS
"I might say match of the night so far."

KLAZZIC
"Really?"

REYNOLDS
"What, Matt? You disagree with me?"

KLAZZIC
"Actually, quite the opposite. I challenge the rest of the card to top this one!"

Morgan Payne rolled out of the ring and onto her feet on the floor. With her head hanging low, she slowly walked passed the fans towards the ramp. Those who could reach her, offered pats on the arm and back. Inside the ring, for the final shot of the scene, Candi Broduer raised her new title above her head. She, too, now had tears welling up in her eyes as she pointed with her other hand up at the sky. The tears broke through and ran down her cheeks as she mouthed, 'this is for you!'

Winner: Candi Broduer (NEW Champion!}
Result: Submission
Time: 21:11
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"You know, Andy... I'm getting a little tired of this shit." Wrapping his fists with black tape, Big Daddy Payne gave a scowl, snarling under his breath as he prepared for what was becoming an increasingly more personal fight. "This is exactly what I didn't want. Our enemies targeting our kids to get a fucking rise out of us. This is why I wasn't gonna come back. Mari assured me that wouldn't happen.... but look at what happened to Morgan."

Beside Big Daddy Payne is an open locker with a picture of fourteen year old Morgan Payne in her 10th grade girl's powerlifting uniform, smiling adorably and holding a first place trophy. Standing with an arm around her shoulders is her dad. Clean shaven, smirking big and proud as he points at his baby girl. This door suddenly SLAMS shut and brings into view her father how he looks today. Andrew Payne, NFW's very own Punisher, looks older, grizzled with a black beard that just makes him look meaner than he already can without smiling. He's already in his full gear, wraps and all. "I warned Judas what was gonna happen if he didn't put a muzzle on his fucking mutt. Keep him on a leash. Now the chihuahua brings in a rottweiler to handle his shirt for him because he knows he can't do it himself. You know I talked to Morgan's ex today?"

"That Steele kid?" BDP asked, raising an eyebrow. "What'd you do, lose a bet? Fuck did he want?" Clearly, there was still no love lost with ANY of the House of Payne members after how Steele had used Morgan. "As for Lasher... I get the impression Skinner's doing this shit all on his own. Notice Judas hasn't gotten involved in this at all. And we've... never had any real beef with him or his boys."

Andrew rolled his eyes and reached down, picking something up off of a bench in the locker room. He wasn't quite fully geared up, actually. With his back to the camera, Andrew pulls on a wrestling rule friendly tactical vest and angrily yanks the tightening straps to make sure it fits properly. "Son of a bitch wanted to say how sorry he was for what he did. How he still cares about my daughter. And how if we ever need any extra hands in a fight, we can count on him, his buddy Young and whoever that little girl is running around with them, now."

Andrew turns back around after fixing his tactical vest. As one might have expected, an intimidating, jagged version of the Punisher skull has been hand painted onto it by his own design. "I can only think of one goddamn reason Skinner's pulling this shit and again, it has to do with Morgan. He tried some sorry excuse for mack game on her and she blasted his ass in front of the internet. I stepped in and he didn't like it. Now, I don't know who the fuck this guy is that he brought in. Crowe? But I don't care. The guy coulda easily told him 'no, I ain't doin' that', but he did. So as far as I'm concerned? They're both gonna be examples."

"Yeah.... if Steele and his loser buddies come anywhere near us or our daughters, I'm breaking their faces on general principle."BDP replied with a frustrated sigh, rolling his eyes. "Skinner and Crowe though? They're gonna bleed. And bleed BAD." He dug into the pocket of his faded jeans, producing a pair of studded knucks. "For you." He said, handing them to his blood brother. "I don't care if we get DQ'ed. You wanna fuck those boys up? Have a field day."

Andrew Payne....smiles, folks. He. Fucking. Smiles as he takes the studded knucks from BDP and, right there, slips them onto his hand, making sure they fit right. Once he's sure they do, he nods. He doesn't take them off as he looks up at BDP again and returns his expression to the cold, stoic look he's known for as he brings up his other fist and bumps it with BDP. "Oh. Lee didn't tell you that part about tonight, what Steve did for us?" He looks down at the knucks on his hand then back up at BDP, shaking his head. "This ain't a tag team match, D. It's a goddamn Street Fight. Let's go." He slaps BDP in the arm and walks with him. Andrew Payne PUNCHES the locker room door open with the knuckles on his fist, busting a hole in the surface as the camera watches them leave.
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[MATCH #5. TAG TEAM STREET FIGHT - THE MCKEESPORT MAFIA VS ETHAN SKINNER/JAXTON CROWE]

As Prophets of Rage's "Unfuck The World" fills the arena, the lighting takes on a flickering yellow around the stage and ramp while the lighting over the crowd goes black. Las Vegas goes absolutely insane for the long tenured, NFW veterans' impending arrival, when finally....

No Hatred! Fuck Racists!
Blank Faces! Time's Changin'!
One Nation! Unification!
The Vibration! Unfuck the World!

No Hatred! Fuck Racists!
Blank Faces! Time's Changin'!
One Nation! Unification!
The Vibration! Unfuck the World!

The curtain flies open with the McKeesport Mafia storming onto the scene. As Big Daddy Payne fires up the crowd, Andrew motions the camera over and brings up the studded knucks on his hand.

"These are for you, Crowe! You piece of shit!"

As Andrew and Big Daddy Payne pause on the stage, they look around at the crowd, but before anything else can even happen, they turn around and see Ethan Skinner leaping from off the top of the tron with steel chair that’s covered in barbed wire. The two men can barely react as Ethan hits them both, causing all three men to crash down onto the top of the entrance ramp writhing in pain. But before anything else can even get started, Jaxton Crowe comes charging in from the side and delivers a soccer kick to the side of Andrew’s face causing him to turn onto his stomach, clenching at his jaw. As this happens, the bell sounds and the match is underway. Ethan, whose chest is already showing blood thanks to the barbed wire steel chair, once again picks up the weapon and as Big Daddy makes it to a knee, Ethan swings as hard as he can, connecting with his foe’s face. The camera zooms in on Big Daddy and we can see that he’s already been busted open, blood pouring down his face. Ethan continues stomping and beating away at the man as we focus on Andrew who is being rolled down the ramp by Jaxton who is giving chase.

HANSON
"These guys didn't even make it to the ring! They're fighting it out already!"

KLAZZIC
"Ugh! I detest street fights! This isn't wrestling!"

REYNOLDS
"Nah, but it's fucking awesome!"

Andrew gets to the bottom of the ramp and Jaxton follows down and delivers a kick right to the gut of Andrew who was on all fours, but now rolls back over onto his back. Jaxton goes under the ring and begins to look for another weapon to use in this match and he pulls out a garbage can. Andrew though, still has the brass knuckles in hand and as Jaxton comes charging in, is met with a very stiff right hook by Andrew and his brass knuckle covered fist. Jaxton crumples to the floor in a heap as Andrew looks back and sees Big Daddy still being brutalized on the ramp by Ethan. Andrew looks under the ring and now he finds a singapore cane! Jaxton is up to one knee, but that doesn’t last long as Andrew swings the cane high overhead and hits Jaxton as hard as he can against the back, causing the man to roll around on the floor in pain. Andrew then turns his attention to Ethan who sees Andrew coming.

HANSON
"Ohhhhhh here - we - GO!!!"

REYNOLDS
"We know Andy and Skinner do NOT like each other!"

Ethan charges in, barbed wire covered chair in hand, but he swings widely and Andrew ducks under it. As he does, Ethan turns around only to be met with a shot from the cane to the midsection, doubling him over before another loud crack is heard as the cane slams against his back dropping him to a knee. Andrew looks down at the chair and then back at Ethan. He picks Ethan up to his feet and delivers a sit-out powerbomb that sends Ethan back first into the barbed wire covered chair. Ethan rolls around on the ramp in serious pain as Andrew gets to his feet and goes to check on Big Daddy who is now slowly making his way to his feet.

KLAZZIC
"YOU'VE - GOTTA - BE - KIDDING - ME!!!"

HANSON
"RIGHT ONTO THE BARBWIRE!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"NOW THE BACK MATCHES THE FRONT!!"

Andrew helps Big Daddy back up to his feet and the two make their way down the ramp. On the way down, Big Daddy gives Ethan a quick kick just for good measure before he sets his sights on Jaxton. Big Daddy starts wailing away with forearm shots and backfists before he takes Jaxton over with a hip toss that sends him crashing back first into the steps. While this is going on, Andrew is under the ring searching for more weapons to play with. He tosses into the ring a few more steel chairs and slides a couple of tables inside and rolls in and begins to set the tables up, placing one into a corner and another into the opposite corner. Big Daddy picks Jaxton up and throws him into the ring and then rumbles up the ramp, picking Ethan up and tossing him in as well.

REYNOLDS
"We've finally got all four men in the ring, now!"

KLAZZIC
"It's about time!"

Big Daddy and Andrew both grab a steel chair and as Jaxton and Ethan begin to stir, they are once again met with stereo chair shots to the head, causing them to crumple to the mat. Andrew isn’t finished yet though. He picks Ethan up and Big Daddy grabs Jaxton. The two of them look to hit stereo powerbombs through the tables in the corners, but Jaxton and Ethan squirm out and deliver stereo DDTs to the men as the counter out! Jaxton then rolls out of the ring as Ethan grabs a steel chair and starts to just swing and completely wear the chair out on the backs of Andrew and Big Daddy. Jaxton searches under the ring and finds a black bag that has something in it. He rolls into the ring and unties it as Andrew is making it up to his feet. As he reaches into the bag, he pulls out a handful of broken shards of glass and starts mouthing something to Andrew about Morgan what he did to her.

HANSON
"Oh jeez, do you hear that?! Taunting Morgan Payne's father over the attack on her at our go-home show for Gang Warfare!"

KLAZZIC
"He is SICK, Nick Hanson!! Absolutely SICK!!!"

REYNOLDS
"He's goddamn insane is what he is!"

Andrew simply spits in his face, but that only angers Jaxton as he throws the glass into Andrew’s face and then piefaces him, forcing some of the glass to cut into his face and head causing Andrew to now be covered in a crimson mask. Andrew drops to the mat, holding his face in pain as Jaxton just laughs at him. Ethan however is outside of the ring as is Big Daddy. Ethan delivers a couple of hard shots to the side of the face with some forearm smashes before sending Big Daddy into the post face first. Now, it’s Ethan who is searching under the ring and he pulls out yet another table, this one covered in barbed wire. He sets the table up before going back under and finding a ladder, setting that up as well. By this time, Big Daddy is up to his feet, but Ethan is pounding away at the open wound on Big Daddy’s forehead before laying him down in the barbed wire on the table.

HANSON
"No way! No! NO!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"This guy's outta his fucking mind!!!"

HANSON
"He's not gonna do it!!! He can't!"

KLAZZIC
"We better call the EMTs right now!!"

HANSON
"MARISSA PAYNE'S GOTTA BE WATCHING THIS AS WELL!!!! SHE CAN'T BE HAPPY WITH WHAT'S ABOUT TO---LOOK OUT!!"

As Big Daddy lies there prone, Ethan climbs to the top of the ladder and looks down at his prone prey. He launches himself off the ladder, looking for a leg drop, but Big Daddy rolls off the table at the last second and Ethan instead goes crashing through the table and getting tangled up in the barbed wire. Meanwhile, Jaxton is in the ring, with a steel chair set up and he has Andrew picked up and delivers Satan’s Fall and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Andrew slid out the back door at the last possible second. As Jaxton looks shocked at the ref, Big Daddy has the ladder and has slid it into the ring. As he slides in and picks it up, Jaxton turns around and is met square in between the eyes with the ladder, causing him to drop to the mat and now he’s busted open. Big Daddy sets the ladder up near one of the corners and then grabs the tables that were set up earlier. He sets them up in the ring as Andrew now has another ladder that he slides in and sets up. Ethan has now managed to free himself of the barbed wire, blood can be seen covering his entire body. Andrew though, focuses on the bag that is filled with glass as he pours it onto one of the tables.

HANSON
"Guys, what is Andrew Payne doing now?"

REYNOLDS
"Morgan's papa is fucking PIIIIIIIIISSED!!!! What do you think he's doing?!"

KLAZZIC
"ANDREW!!! STOP!!! YOU'RE GONNA END SOMEONE'S CAREER!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I DON'T THINK HE GIVES A SHIT!"

Andrew spreads out the glass shards as Big Daddy focuses on Ethan before placing him onto the table next to the ladder he set up. Andrew however has his focus solely on Jaxton who is attempting to climb the ladder that was set up Andrew. Andrew gives chase and the two begin brawling on the top. Andrew eventually gets the better of the exchange and finds his way over to the side Jaxton is on. By the time this all happens, Big Daddy is at the top of his ladder with Ethan laying prone on the table. The two men look at each other and in stereo, Big Daddy launches himself off the ladder with a frog splash, crashing through Ethan and the table and Andrew delivers a powerbomb to Jaxton through the glass covered table and the two men go for a cover.

HANSON
"OH -- MY -- GOD!!!!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE ARE YOUR WINNEEEEERS!!!!! BIG DADDY PAYNE...AND..."THE PUNISHER"...ANDREW PAYNE!! THE MCKEESPOOOOOOORT MAFIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

"Unfuck The World" plays on again as Andrew and BDP pick themselves up to their feet, bleeding like stuck pigs. Andrew has cuts on his arms from putting Jaxton through the glass covered table but he doesn't seem phased. As the music plays on, both men's daughters make an appearance. Marissa and Morgan Payne come down the ramp, immediately sliding into the ring and running right to their dads to hug them tight. Both men seem to be assuring their daughters everything is okay. That they are fine. The two girls nod and the four Paynes share a group, family hug. As they do, Ethan Skinner rolls himself out of the ring. Morgan Payne, however, finds her focus on Jaxton Crowe who's still reeling from being slammed onto glass. A cold look comes over her eyes...and all of a sudden, she's on him!!!!

HANSON
"HEY! WHOA, WAIT A MINUTE!!!!! MORGAN PAYNE!!!! SHE'S SNAPPED!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Cheese and crackers! That girl's gone up to Dixmont! HAHAHA!!!"

The crowd ERUPTS into a pop as Morgan Payne straddles Crowe and starts punching him furiously across the face with her bare knuckles. Behind her, Marissa Payne rushes in and pulls her off of him, trying to get her attention. When Morgan finally calms down and shakes Marissa off of her, she looks confused as to why she's even being stopped. Marissa brings up her hands, seemingly wanting her sister to cool it...before suddenly turning and beginning to stomp the life out of Jaxton Crowe. Morgan Payne joins in and the Iron Maidens proceed to start just kicking the shit out of him!!

HANSON
"KARMA SUCKS, SOMETIMES AND IT COMES IN THE FORM OF TWO MEAN GIRLS FROM THE BURGH!!!!"

After the stomping and kicking stop, Marissa motions for Morgan to back off a step and let Crowe start getting up. He gets up to as far as one knee and a foot when Marissa Payne comes rushing in and NAILS him with a insanely stiff Bitch Killa!! The crowd erupts then, as Jaxton Crowe falls back to the mat and, this time, "Wasted Years" by Iron Maiden erupts through the arena. Morgan Payne kicks Crowe's foot before she sees Ethan Skinner taking his leave. She grabs a steel chair and WHIPS it out of the ring, almost hitting him in the head with it, but it clatters to the ramp passed him. A pat on the back from Marissa calms Morgan down and the two exit the ring and head up the opposite ramp towards the back.
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Returning from a commercial break, the camera finds Erin Mercer walking through the backstage hallways in her street wear of jeans, boots, a Cradle of Filth baby tee and her leather jacket. She comes to stop at a door with the Great White North's stable tag over it and immediately knocks a few times. About a moment passes before the door opens. Erin Mercer smiles for a brief second before her face turns to a comical look of 'what the hell am I looking at?'

El Piso Mojado answers the door in his mask and a red bath robe with a bowl in his hand. How the hell he's smoking through his mask with no hole for his mouth is beyond anyone. He leans on the door frame and looks Erin over, nodding. He winks and clicks his tongue under his mask. "¡Hola mamacita! ¿Bajaste para una fiesta?"

"Piso...hi...." Erin says, giving that tense look with her mouth that looks like a forced smile. It almost appears she'd wish to be shot on sight right now. "Not the guy in the mask I was looking for. Say, is your buddy here? The one that helped Vin last week?"

"Oye, no soy el tipo de máscara que te mereces. ¡Soy el chico de la máscara que necesitas, nena!" Piso steps away from the doorframe and starts gyrating his shoulders, Eddie Guerrero style.

Erin Mercer turns to the side and looks up at the sky. "Wonder if Bronwyn can put a hex on this guy?"

"¡Espere! ¡¿Qué quieres decir?!" El Piso Mojado's eyes go wide under his mask. It's clear he doesn't speak English but he certainly understands it. Before Erin can say a word, Piso darts back into the locker room, out of sight. "¡Oye! Stallion! Tienes un visitante, esse!"

"Hang on one sec!" A voice called out, before the sound of someone rummaging through a bag could be heard. After a few moments, the door opened again, and Wyld Stallion stood there, in a pair of red and white sweatpants and his mask, which he clearly JUST put on, since he looked to have just gotten out of the shower. "Oh... hey, Erin. What's up?"

"Hey!" Erin said, smiling sweetly as she always did with anybody that wasn't a creep or a dick. She gave a little wave to the man. "I didn't come at a bad time, did I?" She made a face that said she worried that she did.

"Nah, don't even worry about it." He said, giving her a quick look-over (shut up, she was hot, ok?) before offering a friendly smile. "Everything ok?" He asked, grabbing his water bottle to take a few chugs from it.

Erin caught the look and started to blush before clearing her head. "Huh? Oh! Yeah, totally! I just wanted to come say thank you for last week. Stepping up to Tyler Grey and helping Vin out. I appreciate it and I know Kimi does. The whole Resistance does. Hey so...." She brings up a finger, gesturing to him with a cute, curious look on her face. "What's your name? Do we just call you Wyld Stallion?"

"It's a lame name, I know." He laughed, rubbing the back of his head as he looked at the ground. "I wanted something that sounded similar to Wild Pegasus. It's not permanent. I just need to make a name for myself a bit before I show myself to the world." He looked at her, blinking as something seemed to occur to her. "You were the only person who knew Alex Brody was Kid Cthulu. And you never told a soul."

Erin nodded, smirking a little. "I can see that, I guess. Make people judge you off of your skill before they see the real you." She paused and looked at him as if something occurred to her. She was the only person who knew Kid Cthulhu was Alex Brody before the Renegades pulled their strings and found out. "Wait. Are you trusting me with a secret that big?"

"It's not gonna be a secret for TOO long... and you're obviously a good person." He leaned in, whispering in her ear. He took a moment to register just how GOOD she smelled. Dammit why did this one have to be taken already? "So.... yeah. At least when the cameras aren't around, you know what to call me."

Erin's eyes widened in surprise as she turned her head towards him, just as Stallion started pulling away so she didn't catch him during his lingering moment. "Are you ser---?!" She stopped herself, looking at the camera, then back to Wyld Stallion. "I mean..." She nodded then. "Your secret's safe with me, Stallion! Oh and for what it's worth? I hope you kick the fucking shit out of Tyler Grey, next week! You're gonna make a lot of people happy, there."

"Yeah... I just couldn't stand there and let that jackass threaten a woman again like that." The masked man told her, crossing his arms over his chest. "My mom's a strong woman, and she taught me from a young age to stand up to bullies. And that's all Grey is. A damn bully."

Erin smiled, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets as she bit her bottom lip cutely. "Well, after seeing all that at Gang Warfare, I'd say she taught you pretty well." Erin said, backstepping from Stallion with a smirk before she waved to him and headed off down the hallway. The shot faded out as it focused on the young, Wyld Stallion watching Erin Mercer go with a smirk and a nod.
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[MATCH #6. SINGLES MATCH - MASAMI NISHIKIYAMA VS DONA ROTTEN]

The arena becomes shrouded in darkness as Wagakki Band's "Senbonzakura" rises throughout the arena. Upon reaching the 0:08 mark, multicolored lights begin flashing all around, although the main focus of the lights is on the stage as Masami Nishikiyama comes walking out through the curtain. On her way to the center of the stage, she does an sports like hop on her feet, amping herself up for the match to come. Behind her, Yuka Hirata and Kayako Kazama join their team mate and friend. Yuka immediately begins yelling to the crowd as she points to Masami. Kayako bounces around, waves and points to Masami with the excitement of a little child.

Masami takes center stage, standing with her head down and her hands folded in front of her until the 0:33 mark in the song where she gracefully raises her arms to flex her muscles. Think of what is normally seen in Bodybuilding Competions. At this point, Kayako gives a wide eyed look of amazement and points to Masami again as she turns to the audience as if to say 'check her out!' Yuka, meanwhile, thumbs to Masami with a smug smirk on her face and nods. 'Yeah, she's a bad bitch.' From her pose, Masami extends her hand out and the other two move over to stick their hands into the circle. They perform their team chant and Masami leisurely begins walking towards the ring. She doesn't let the boos of the crowd distract her. She's entirely focused on the task at hand: defeating her opponent.

ARDEN
"Making her way to the ring at this time! Being accompanied by Yuka Hirata and Kayako Kazama! From Hiroshima, Japan! Representing the Super Bitch Squad!! SHE! IS! The Queen of Brawn Style!! MAAAAASAMIIIII NIIIISHIKIIIIIYAMAAAAAAA!!!!"

Masami moves over to the steps and performs a few deep squats before SLAPPING the steps loudly with both hands and running up them and along the front side of the apron before entering the ring under the top rope. She extends her arms out to the side and hops around in a circle on the balls of her feet with her head down until she ends up in the center of the ring where she rolls her arms back and lets out a yell to the sky. Afterwards, she throws one arm and a finger up, looking around at the audience for the first time before lowering her arm. Yuka and Kayako enter the ring during this time and move to Masami to give her final motivation. Kayako jumps and hugs Masami around the neck. Masami hugs her back, as Kayako lets herself dangle from the powerhouse of the team's neck. She only lets go when Masami gives her a pat on the back. Masami turns and gives Yuka a low five. The two then exchange a double fist bump before Yuka and Kayako leave the ring. Masami takes to her corner and crouches down while holding the top ropes. She focuses the stage then as....

Godsmack's "Bulletproof" fills the arena as the lights darken. The crowd gives a welcoming pop as, stepping through the curtain, Dona slowly walks toward the ring, her focus squarely in front of her. She tunes out the fans, her mind lingering on the match at hand. A wry grin creeps across her painted face, as she climbs up onto the apron.

ARDEN
"Her opponent! Making her NFW debut! The Toxic Knockout! DONAAAAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRROOOOOOTTEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!"

Dona steps through the ropes, making her way to midring. The Toxic Knockout finally let's her eyes pan across the ringside area, before spitting a thick green mist skyward. Rotten cackles maniacally, and goes to her corner, to await the matches start.

~DING DING DING~

Coming out of their corners, Masami Nishikiyama and Dona Rotten immediately focus on each other and start closing in. They don't even look ready for a tie up, yet. Instead, Masami steps forward, hands behind her back, swinging her hips sensually as she smiles in delight at having her opponent right in front of her. Dona Rotten looked just as excited to be standing before Masami Nishikiyama as she slowly approached. Head down but eyes lifted towards the Japanese woman with a loony little smile on her face that was intensified by the skull paint on the bottom of her face. As Dona strolled forward, she lifted a hand and waved 'hello' to Masami. Masami grinned wider and nodded her head in response. A sort of short bow to her opponent without really going all out. Once they closed the distance between one another to about a meter, they began circling, talking inaudibly. Masami had her usual arrogant, overly confident smile on her face as she spoke. Whatever she was saying was more amusing to Dona than anything, with the Toxic Knockout raising her eyebrows in amusement and grinning wider. Kind of like she was saying 'oh really now?'

REYNOLDS
"Nicky, what in the HELL is the matter with that woman? I have no doubts Masami's talking about bending and breaking her and she's just laughing at her. Does she have any idea who she's messing with? I mean, hello! Japan prodigy!"

KLAZZIC
"If I may, Jim, I believe Dona Rotten has more experienced under her belt. If anything, this is another test for Masami."

REYNOLDS
"I said Nick, not Matt! Why don't you sit there and mind your own damn business?"

HANSON
"He's calling matches, just like we are, Jim. Why don't you sit there and do your job?"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, fuck y--"

HANSON
"Look out! Here we go!"

As Nick Hanson suddenly exclaimed from the table, Dona Rotten and Masami Nishikiyama sprang to life at one another, lunging forward into a collar and elbow tieup. Masami pushed Dona back towards the corner. Dona fought against it, braced her feet and pushed Masami back. The two women continued jarring before Masami twisted and got Dona into a side headlock. She tightened her grip and continued to wrench on Dona's neck. As Masami tried to force her down onto a knee, though, Dona kept pushing back up to keep her footing until she finally managed to shove Masami forward and slip her head free. Masami ran forward, coming off of the ropes and back at Dona. Dona went for a clothesline but Masami ducked underneath and ran off the ropes on the other side. As she did, Dona burst towards the other side of the ropes and came off with both woman slamming into each other. Neither lost their footing and the two stepped back up to get in each other's faces. Dona cocked back as if for a stiff forearm but at the last second, reached up, to the humor of the fans and pinched Masami's nose lightly in a teasing little 'got your nose' prank. Masami, looking a little miffed, swatted Dona's hand away and pointed to the ropes and slapped herself in the chest. Dona smiled...crazy like, of course, and ran off of the ropes, bringing up an arm to hit Masami with a lariat. Masami stumbled back a couple steps and smiled smugly, tilting her head at Dona. She brought up a hand and brushed herself off. Dona tilted her head, smiling and pointed at the ropes. She brought her hand back and 'booped' Masami on the nose again, mouthing 'your turn!' Masami nodded, running off of the ropes and plowed right into Dona Rotten. Dona stumbled but remained on her feet. She, too, brushed herself off and looked up at Masami, impressed.

HANSON
"Neither of these women are phased or intimidated by the other! They're not going down at all!"

KLAZZIC
"Rotten sure looks-- wait, lemme rephrase that, because that just sounds rude. Dona sure looks like she's been preparing for Masami!"

REYNOLDS
"Can you believe she wanted to wrestle little Kayako? What kind of monster wants to hurt such a sweet girl?"

HANSON
"Kayako? Sweet? HAH!"

The match continued in the ring with more of the back and forth trade off between Masami and Dona running the ropes against one another. The advantage shifted in Dona Rotten's favor when Masami came off the ropes and Dona finally caught her with a Back Elbow to the face!! Dona followed up with a knee lift to Masami then snapped her down to the mat with a DDT. She rolled Masami over for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout by Masami!

Dona Rotten got back to her feet, pulling Masami with her and continued to feed offense to her, striking with her elbows and forearms. As she started really gaining ground on Masami, that's when Kayako and Yuka (mainly the latter) started trying to interfere in small ways, here and there. One instance saw Dona Rotten hit a brainbuster on Masami and go for the cove again.

ONE!!

TWO!!

But Yuka Hirata managed to just barely reach out and put Masami's foot up on the bottom rope. The referee broke the count and started berating Yuka as Dona Rotten got to her feet. With the referee distracted, Kayako Kazama slid into the ring, dragging a chair with her. The little gothic lolita dressed woman got to her feet and had the chair cocked back ready to smack Dona Rotten with it. Dona seemed to hear the crowds yells for her to turn around, however and she did with a SNAP of her head and a big, wide, wicked smile. Kayako froze. Her brown, doe eyes going wide as her bottom lip started to quiver and she slowly lowered the chair. Dona Rotten grinned, pointing at the chair and then herself with a smile. 'Is that for me, sweetie?'

HANSON
"Ohhhhhhhhhh, BUSTED!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Don't you lay a finger on that sweet little angel, Dona!!"

KLAZZIC
"If she's a sweet little angel, I'm the biggest trash talker in this business."

Kayako looked at the chair in her hand, then back up at Dona. She put on a nervous (albeit absolutely adorable) smile and began shaking her head. Kayako quickly dropped -- no, she actually placed -- the chair onto the mat and cupped her hands together in front of her, bowing to Dona, trying to seem as innocent as possible. Dona grinned and feigned a lunge at Kayako, shouting 'AAGH!' and sending the girl squealing and running out of the ring. Kayako didn't just leave the ring. She flat out took off up the ramp towards the backstage as fast as her boots could carry her! While Dona Rotten watched the girl take off, she waved 'bye bye' to her, not seeing Masami Nishikiyama back up on her feet. From behind, Masami grabbed Dona and hit a wickedly painful looking Reverse Exploder Suplex!! As Yuka finally backed off from the ref and did a quick search for Kayako, Masami began gaining her own offense on Dona. Starting with knees and forearms to wear her down, Masami eventually switched to demonstrating, to Dona, her focus in strength based wrestling as she began feeding lariats, suplexes and drivers to the woman. Masami remained on a tear against Dona as she moved on to her submissions. Nothing too fancy looking. All strength based like the Boston Crab or the Camel Clutch. Moves that had her wrenching on Dona's neck and limbs, to make her scream out in pain. This began to show Masami's malicious side as the camera got close enough during a Camel Clutch to get in on Dona's pain wrought face. As she cried out in pain, Masami simply smiled down at her and could be heard asking, 'Yes? You like?'

HANSON
"Nishikiyama's asking Dona if she likes the pain she's being put through. What kinda sick woman is she?"

REYNOLDS
"It's called Masochism, Nicky. Dona's a masochist!"

HANSON
"I'm talking about Masami!! She's got that nasty side of her that only comes out when she gets really flustered!"

KLAZZIC
"Dona Rotten might have to tap, or she's gonna have serious neck issues, folks!"

Dona Rotten tried reaching for the ropes but was just out of reach from them. Instead of tapping, however, Dona Rotten managed to slip her arms off of Masami Nishikiyama's knees and slide out from underneath Masami. Dona staggered up to her feet, holding her neck as Masami fell forward on all fours from the escape. She came up to her knee and turned to look back at Dona just as the painted faced woman came off of the ropes and rocked her across the head with an Inverted Shining Wizard.

KLAZZIC
"SHE CALLS THAT THE CHAINSAW KICK, FOLKS!!!! LIGHTS OUT, NISHIKIYAMA!!!"

Dona Rotten threw herself over Masami Nishikiyama again and hooked the leg. The referee went down for the cover count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

But before she counted three, Yuka Hirata was up on the apron again, serving as a distraction. Referee Yumi Akiyama got to her feet and began chiding Yuka to get down off of the apron again. Looking frustrated, at this point, at the interference, Dona brought her hand up to her mouth as she watched the argument between the ref and her opponent's stable mate. Dona got to her feet and stormed up to the argument. Literally pushing the referee aside, Dona lunged forward into Yuka Hirata's face and blew! The green mist flowed out of her mouth, hitting Yuka right in the face. The Japanese woman reeled back, falling off of the apron. Referee Akiyama looked on in shock but couldn't really do much else. It wasn't like Dona had hit Masami with it! Speaking of Masami, however, the woman made it back to her feet while Dona was dealing with Yuka and, as Dona stepped back away from the ropes, Masami rushed in and locked up Dona's arms, tieing her up in a Full Nelson Lock, causing the fans to boo wildly!

HANSON
"Aw and there's that Full Nelson Lock that Masami uses! Dona's either going to sleep or she's being setup for the Nishiki Driver!"

REYNOLDS
"Put her ass to sleep, Masami!"

KLAZZIC
"She's going to if Dona doesn't get out of there!"

Dona Rotten's legs started to buckle, however and Masami spun her around, lifting her up across her shoulders for the Nishiki Driver. As Masami taunted to the crowd, however, Dona began to wriggle and writhe on her shoulders, using her elbow to hit Masami in the side of the head until her grip loosened. Dona Rotten slipped off of Masami Nishikiyama's shoulders, landing behind her and it was her turn to administer the Full Nelson Lock, then. The crowd popped, with some who were familiar with Dona's career in other companies knowing she wasn't going for a submission. Instead, Dona released one arm of Masami's, turning it into a Half Nelson hold before wrenching her back into a suplex, driving her onto her neck!

HANSON
"PUNK-PLEX!!!! PUNK-PLEX FROM DONA!!!!"

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING

HANSON
"AND THAT'S IT!!!"

ARDEN
"Here is your winner!!! DONAAAAAAAAA RRROOOOOOOTTEEEEEEEN!!!!!!"

Godsmack's "Bulletproof" burst through the speakers again as Dona Rotten sat up with the camera zooming in close on her face, now smeared with her face paint from the match. It still remained enough to give her that wicked look when she smiled. Yet, there were the fans, giving the Scream Queen a welcoming pop and chant.

"YOU BELONG HERE!"

"YOU BELONG HERE!"

"YOU BELONG HERE!"

"YOU BELONG HERE!"

HANSON
"WELCOME TO NFW, DONA ROTTEN!"

REYNOLDS
"NO!"

KLAZZIC
"YES!"

REYNOLDS
"NO!"

HANSON
"HELL YES!!"

Masami Nishikiyama rolled out of the ring, to the floor as Dona Rotten moved to a turnbuckle to celebrate. Yuka Hirata, recovered from the mist now, thanks to a bottle of water in her hand, came over and picked her friend up to her feet. Yuka's face and hair dripped with water as she'd rinsed the mist out of her eyes. She and Masami backed up the ramp, just watching Dona Rotten, perplexed by what just happened. The last shot of the match was Dona Rotten leaning over the ropes, smiling wickedly at the two. Paint smearing her face. Green mist running down her chin and staining her teeth.

Winner: Dona Rotten
Result: Pinfall
Time: 18:13
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[EARLIER TODAY]
*The scene shifts to the backstage arena entrance where we see a pair of Black Escalades roll into the parking lot. The first Escalade's doors open up and we see Karl Anderson, Luke Gallows, and Bad Luck Fale step out, of the passenger doors. And in the second Escalade, we see Tama Tonga, Tonga Loa, and Prince Devitt step out of the doors. After a few moments where they retrieve their travel bags from the back of the respective vehicles, Fale gives a strong tap on both after closing the rear doors and both vehicles drive off as the cameraman approaches the group.*


“Excuse me, Prince Devitt?" the cameraman asks. "Last week, you and the rest of the Bullet Club O.G.'s were victorious in your match with Kenny Omega and the Bullet Club Elite. What are your...”


He's cut off abruptly as Tama Tonga suddenly walks RIGHT in front of him, staring him down with a dismissive raised eyebrow. as Doc Gallows grabs the camera from him and starts filming with it. ".....the fuck, man? What, the interviewers go on strike or somethin'? Who the fuck is you?"


"Hey, Mr. Cameraman, the man's asking you a question. Where's that one loser, Josh Davidson?" Devitt asks as he the cameraman gets shoved into the scene and into Devitt who calmly puts his arm around him as Fale menancingly looms over him with his sunglasses on.

"Better yet, where was that new hottie last week, what's her name again fellas?" Devitt asks as he turns to the rest of the BC members who look at each other and shrug.


"Anyway, it doesn't matter. The first mistake you made was wearing that stupid get up. I know you're a cameraman and all, but try not to look like you have a second job delivering pizzas," Devitt continues.


"The second is in how you addressed us. There is no Bullet Club OGs or Bullet Club Elite, this isn't 1998, ok? There is no red and black. There is no Hollywood and Wolfpack. There is only one Bullet Club, and you're looking at them. Tama, educate the man, will you?" Devitt says as he casually shoves the cameraman to Tama Tonga.


“You see..." Tama began, smirking with utter disdain for... well.... pretty much everyone, "We let this shit get way too out of control for way too long. And now it's back to how it began. Ain't no more factions in this bitch... it's just Devitt, Fale, Anderson, Gallows, and the G.O.D. - the motherfucking BULLET CLUB. And once we get done with Omega and his shithead pals, the rest of NFW is next.”


“Nailed it like always, Tama,” Devitt says.


“Hey Karl, since Doc here is busy doing this guy’s job. What are you thinking about, aside from your hot Asian wife, that is?” Devitt asks as Gallows pans over to his good brother.


“Hot Asian Wife does take up a lotta my thoughts, man." Anderson smirked, shrugging to the camera before continuing. "This isn't about titles. Or shit-talking. Or anything like it. This is about dominance. About reminding everyone WHO THE HELL WE ARE. And we're gonna start by showing that while Omega and Ibushi might be flashier, we're TOUGHER. And we're gonna beat them into the ground and show that BC is truly... FOR... LIFE.”


“Damn right. And speaking of brothers, Nick, Matt, whatever one I’m in the ring with tonight. I feel sorry for you, man. Your boy Kenny trying to throw you guys in front of him to keep me from getting to him is pretty damn sad. But you see, there’s the difference in being with brothers-in-arms and in your case, brothers-in-cash. We have each other’s backs. It’s why we won Wargames last week. That was just the opening shot. Now, it’s time to go and finish you guys off one-by-one and then on to bigger and better things. Oh sure, Kenny will turn and say I didn’t pin him. Well, I believe here in the States, there’s something called ‘scoreboard’ and you can try to spin it all you want. In the end, we won. It doesn’t matter who pinned who, just who got the win. And tonight, Young Buck, you’ll look and see who’s getting their hand raised in victory and I’ll point again to the scoreboard. Get ready, buck, I’m gunning for you, tonight,” Devitt says as he points at the camera and takes a shot as the scene fades and everyone gets a good laugh in.
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[MATCH #7. SINGLES MATCH - PRINCE DEVITT VS NICK JACKSON]
~DING DING DING~

Nick Jackson and Prince Devitt started things off with getting in each other's faces. As things escalated, Nick SHOVED Devitt and Devit merely smiled, mockingly. Cheekily. This set Nick off and he went right into attacking Prince Devitt with straight shots from his fists and forearms. Devitt fought back, delivering a more so even match back and forth between the two until Tama Tonga appeared. The Guerrilla of Destiny didn't wait long into the match until he came strutting down the aisle while Nick Jackson had gained control of the match. Ever since moving to heavyweight with his brother, Matt, the Young Bucks had proven themselves to be more dangerous individuals to compete against. They still had their aerial arsenal but there was more power behind each attack.

HANSON
"Now what the hell is Tama Tonga doing out here?"

KLAZZIC
"Some might say watching the match but anybody in their right mind knows better!"

REYNOLDS
"What, he can't come watch his boy compete?"

HANSON
"Oh yeah, Tama Tonga really just wants to sit and watch."

Everyone knew that was far from it and Tama Tonga proved them right when he started causing little interferences throughout the match to help Prince Devitt keep the advantage going his way. Every time Nick Jackson started mounting any kind of offense or a comeback from Devitt's dominance, Tama Tonga was there to serve as a distraction until Nick Jackson had finally had enough and ran off of the ropes, ducking under a clothesline by Devitt and hit a Suicide Dive, taking Tama Tonga out!!

HANSON
"And Nick's gonna have enough of that!! He's not letting Tama Tonga cost him this match!"

REYNOLDS
"You can't take out a second, Nicky!"

KLAZZIC
"You can if they're distracting you from the match! Show me, in writing, where it says you can't!"

This time, Nick Jackson re-entered the ring and continued working on Prince Devitt with the fans all behind him. Outside of the ring, Tama Tonga got back to his feet and was clearly in a rage over Nick's Suicide Dive. Kicking the barrier, the Guerrilla of Destiny flew into anger and started digging underneath the ring for something. As the referee saw this, he made the decision to let Devitt and Jackson keep going as he slid out of the ring and confronted Tama Tonga, literally shoving him away from the ring and towards the ramp. The crowd popped as Senior Official James Greer motioned for Tama Tonga to leave, throwing him out away from ringside. Tama Tonga argued back, even getting up in Greer's face, trying to intimidate him. Greer was far from it as he was about Tama Tonga's size anyways and shoved the man back again, pointing towards the curtain. "Go Tama!! Now!! Or Devitt gets DQed!!" What James Greer didn't noticed was the sudden commotion from the fans as they tried to get his attention back inside the ring.

KLAZZIC
"Good call from Referee James Greer! Sending Tama Tonga to the ba---"

HANSON
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! WHAT'S MACHINEGUN DOING HERE?!"

As the commentators lost it as much as the fans, "Machinegun" Karl Anderson came out of the audience and slipped into the ring behind Nick Jackson while he was sizing Prince Devitt up for a Superkick. Anderson spun Jackson around and delivered a brutal GUN STUN right in the center of the ring before rolling out of the ring, as quick as he entered and jumped over the barrier again. Only then did Tama Tonga throw his hands up and appear to relent as he backed up and started walking towards the backstage area. Inside the ring, Prince Devitt picked himself up to his feet as Nick Jackson struggled to his own, shaking his head. As soon as he was up, with his back to Devitt, the Bullet Club leader grabbed him and delivered a Reverse Bloody Sunday, driving his head into the mat and rolling him up for the pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!!! PRIIIIIIIIINCE...DEVIIIIIIIIIIITT!!!"

"Real Straight Shooter" played throughout the arena as Prince Devitt got to his feet while Tama Tonga and Karl Anderson returned to the ring, joining their brother in the ring for a Too Sweet right in the center. Devitt approached the camera, giving his 'real shooter' hand gesture as sweat dripped down his face. "Piece by piece, Omega! Piece by piece!" He said before leaving the ring with Tama and Karl, heading up the ramp.
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[MATCH #8. SINGLES MATCH FOR THE NFW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP - HAVOK VS CHRIS WOLFE (C)]

As Tore Fagerheim's "Brutal Force" starts up, Paul Heyman emerges through the curtain first. Standing on one side of the entry way, Paul Heyman turns to the audience and extends his hands in a way of saying 'behold!' What comes walking out, is the massive and intimidating visage of Havok. Moisture runs down his skin as he comes out to stand next to his mentor before throwing his hands downward, his head back, and lets out a bellowing roar before storming down the ramp towards the ring. Heyman follows close behind, pleased with the man's demeanor as he storms towards the ring.

ARDEN
"Introducing first!!! Representing Suzuki-gun, he is the challenger!!! Weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, accompanied by Paul Heyman. HAAAAAAVVVOOOOOOOKKK!!!!!!"

Upon reaching the end of the ramp, Havok climbs up and slingshots over the top rope with surprising agility, immediately beginning to run the ropes back and forth as Heyman ascends the steps to join him in the ring. Finally, he stares ahead at the camera, shaking with pent up rage and aggression just waiting to be unleashed.

Meanwhile, Paul Heyman takes Roger Arden's microphone from him and strolls back to the center of the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name...is Paul Heyman. And I am here tonight, representing the interests of my client, Minoru Suzuki, and by extension, Suzuki-gun. Now, conspicuous by their absence tonight are your new NFW Tag Team Champions, Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre, Jr. Now, where are they, you might ask? Are they out celebrating their title win from Gang Warfare last week against Ultra-Violence? The answer to that, is no. You see, both my client, Minoru Suzuki and his tag team partner Zack Sabre Jr., are fighting champions. And that includes defending any titles they may hold outside of NFW, which is why they are not here tonight. They are currently in Europe defending their British Heavyweight Tag Team titles, titles that they have held for over an astounding 470 days, and counting. It is that same level of dominance that they strive to achieve here in NFW, with THOSE tag team titles. And make no mistake, that will happen. You saw what they did last week against two bigger and stronger foes. They chopped them down to size, and now they sit at the top of the tag team division. So, any and all comers, you're welcome to come and challenge for these titles at any time," Heyman says with a confident grin as the crowd booes at his proclamation.


"Now, onto another matter at hand. As you can see, also conspicuous by his absence, but for an entirely different reason altogether, is Takashi Sugiura, Havok's mentor," Heyman says as the crowd begins to cheer, souring Heyman's demeanor further. "Now, I won't regale you simpletons with what happened, so I'll sum it up straight and to the point. Nico Salvatore, I know you had nothing to do with your partner that night, so as far as we concern, we wash our hands of you. Now, as for you, Mr. Solomon Rex. I don't know what your problem is, but I think you fail to see the ramifications of your actions. You see, Takashi Sugiura was more than Havok's mentor, he was the one man that was able to control and focus the raw anger and power that Havok possesses. He kept him in check. Now, thanks to your actions, Havok is now free of whatever limitations Takashi Sugiura placed on him. This man is now the problem of each and every person in that locker room area NOT affiliated with Suzuki-gun. This man is an indiscriminate pain dealer. You step in his way, he steps on and over you. You see, Havok requested this match tonight with you, Chris Wolfe. He requested this shot at your title in order to honor the man who has stood by his side and opened his mind to a new level of pain and punishment the likes of which NO ONE in NFW is ready for. So, Solomon Rex, on behalf of Havok and NFW, we would like to thank you for unleashing hell upon the rest of the roster. And don't think we won't be ready for you if our paths cross again. So with that out of the way, Chris Wolfe, come on down. And bring your Television Title with you, because tonight. Suzuki-gun gets ANOTHER champion added to the ranks," Heyman says with a wry smirk as he hands the mic back to the ring announcer and he goes over to Havok and goes over some last minute strategy in the corner.

The crowd goes into a pop as Fort Minor's "Remember The Name" fills the arena. Without any real time wasted, as soon as the lyrics start, the NFW Televison Champion, Chris Wolfe comes out on stage, pumped up as always. He cups his hands over his mouth and shouts to the crowd. The crowd echoes back and he starts briskly down towards the ring.

ARDEN
"His opponent!! From Brooklyn, New York!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds! He is the New Frontier Wrestling Television Champion...BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIS...WOOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!"

Chris Wolfe continues down towards the ring, entering quick and ready under the bottom rope and shouts to the crowd again before removing the TV Championship from around his waist and holding it up proudly for Havok to see before handing it to the referee. The referee holds the title up again, officially, displaying it to the crowd and handing it to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

From the corner, Chris Wolfe stood and watched as Havok moved to the center of the ring. The big man rolled his shoulders and neck, fuming perpetually under his mask. Chris Wolfe shook his head, and came out of the corner to meet Havok in the center of the ring. He didn't sweat the big man one bit. A tiny shove from Wolfe proved that. An even bigger shove proved Havok sent Chris Wolfe stumbling back until he fell back on his ass. Chris Wolfe, immediately, got to his feet and met Havok's gaze. The monster of Suzuki-gun glared from under the mask at Chris. Dark eyes full of hatred as he glowered at the champion. Again, the two squared up to each other, this time in a collar and elbow tieup. And again, Havok won the strength contest by powering Chris Wolfe around into a grounded armbar and went right for a submission finish.

HANSON
"Whoa, watch out!!! Armbar from HAVOK!! Armbar from HAVOK!! You know he can make someone tap with anythng!!"

KLAZZIC
"Chris Wolfe's gotta get outta there!"

Chris Wolfe did slip out. Managing to maneuver himself around to where he could pull his arm right out and get to his feet. As Havok came up onto his knees, Wolfe came off the ropes with a brutal Basement Dropkick! Havok snapped back down to the mat and Chris Wolfe went for the cover!

ONE!!

HAVOK shoved - no, more like THREW - Chris Wolfe off of him like a child before kipping up to his feet and turning his gaze on the man from under his mask. Havok moved right in and started beating Chris Wolfe down with hammering forearms and elbows before he took to manhandling the defending champion around like a ragdoll with an assortment of clotheslines and lariats. A few attempts saw Chris Wolfe manage to evade the initial strike and start mounting an offense back at the walking tank but just as Havok looked like he was starting to slow down, he managed to spring back to life - so to speak - and flatten Chris Wolfe right back on the mat again! Havok continued his assault, eventually throwing Chris Wolfe out of the ring and to the floor. He posed in the ring, for a moment, roaring to the crowd as Chris Wolfe writhed on the floor and slowly tried to get up. He managed to get up to both feet, leaning on the apron when Havok finally came back over and started getting out of the ring after him. Just as the big man was about to drop down from the apron, however, he lifted one foot off...and Chris Wolfe SUPERKICKED his grounded foot out from under him, sending the 6'3", 285lb beast crashing to the ringside floor to a deafening pop from the crowd!!

KLAZZIC
"HOLY MOLY!!!!!"

HANSON
"A SUPERKICK SENDS HAVOK CRASHING DOWN LIKE A DEMOLISHED BUILDING AND HE - IS - DOWN!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT WAS FUCKING NUTS!!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

As Havok started getting up, he was visibly in pain, stepping real gingerly on his one leg and holding a hand to his neck. Chris Wolfe saw the weaknesses and started going to work on them. Stiff kicks to the leg and axe handles to the neck started keeping HAVOK under control for the most part. The referee's count continued, reaching upwards near the end until Chris Wolfe rolled back into the ring again and right back out, causing the count to restart. He advanced on Havok again, this time going to whip the big man but Havok reversed it and delivered an Irish Whip of his own, sending Chris Wolfe face first, at what looked like full speed right into the ring post with a SMACK!!!!

OHHHHHH!!!

REYNOLDS
"Ho-ly SHIT! Did you hear that?!"

HANSON
"I did, Jim! Yikes!"

KLAZZIC
"That sounded like lights out, for sure!"

As Chris Wolfe laid on the floor, barely moving, Paul Heyman stood by, directing Havok as the monster stormed over, still regaining full use of his leg while he rolled his neck as well. Havok picked Chris Wolfe up and shoved him into the guard rail. He followed up with a stiff CHOP across Chris Wolfe's chest, garnering an empathetic reaction fron the crowd. Havok delivered a few more chops before throwing him back into the ring. As he climbed back up onto the apron, however, he went for the top turnbuckle rather than getting inside the ring. Waiting for Chris Wolfe to get up, Havok began rolling his shoulder, watching the man with the eyes of a cold blooded murderer under his mask. As Chris Wolfe turned around, Havok leaped off the top! All 285lbs of solid muscle came crashing down as he brought in his forearm. Chris Wolfe JUST BARELY rolled forward, under the man's feet as he came down. Havok landed on his feet and stumbled, immediately going to nurse that leg Chris Wolfe kicked earlier. Chris Wolfe stood ready and poised then, and as Havok turned around--

~SMACK~

Superkick!! Havok's head snapped back and he stumbled as Chris Wolfe hopped up to the top turnbuckle. He leaped off, bringing his elbow down. Havok reached up suddenly and caught him by the throat!! The crowd jeered, recognizing the body language of the deranged, psychopath as he shook his head at Chris Wolfe and drew his thumb across his throat. Havok lifted Chris up by the throat, clearly going for the Disasterpiece! As he popped Wolfe up onto his shoulders, however, Chris started bringing his elbow down onto Havok's head. After several desperate blows, Chris Wolfe threw his upper body back and launched Havok forward, head first into the ringpost with a hurricanrana!! Chris Wolfe got to his feet and turned to watch his opponent as Havok pulled himself out from between the corners. As he stumbled back round, Chris Wolfe kicked him in the midsection and quickly lifted him up to deliver the Dire Wolfe, followed by the cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOUR WINNEEEEEEERRR!! AAAAAAAND STIIIILLLLL....N! F! W! TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!! BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIIIIIS....WOOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!!"

Fort Minor's "Remember The Name" played again that night as Chris Wolfe, sore, sweaty and battered from a hellacious battle, took his championship from the referee and raised both arms up and showing some love to the fans as they cheer for him. After Chris Wolfe leaves, the camera returns to the ring.

Heyman paces back and forth in the ring, continuously looking up to the rampway, before going back to check on Havok. He could be seen saying something repeatedly to Havok, the camera mics faintly picking up Heyman saying, "I don't know where they are" to Havok before the Titantron screen suddenly comes on and shows us a demolished locker room area. The cameras show Taichi, T-Hawk, and Shingo Takagi in their Suzuki-gun track suits, all down and out on the floor. The faint of sound chains clinking can be heard and the camera pans over and the crowd reacts as we see Solomon Rex, brandishing that heavy chain with a padlock at the end over his fists, sitting in the corner of the locker room, glaring at the carnage in front of him. Rex then stands, places the heavy padlock and chain necklace around his neck and gives the camera a disgusted huff and shoves the cameraman aside, knocking him down, but still focused on the doorway where we see Solomon Rex pop on the door and Connor K. waiting for him.

Winner: Chris Wolfe (STILL Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:21
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[MAIN EVENT - SINGLES MATCH - SATIVA NEVAEH VS LARA BLACKHEART]
(IF SATIVA NEVAEH WINS, SHE WILL BE RECOGNIZED AS THE NEW #1 CONTENDER TO THE NFW WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP!)

The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.

“That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho”


The intro to "Voodoo" by Nyxx fills the arena as green lasers shoot up and wave around the entrance area and blue strobe lights light up the arena. Shapes start to take form in the static on the screen. The silhouette of a petite woman, a cross, a pot leaf, and a skull. They fade in and out, making you wonder if you actually saw them.

“They call me killer, call me some kind of freak
But they keep calling me, they're calling on me
Oh yeah
I've got them praying, sweating and shaking
Now I've got my eye set on you”


Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. Despite wearing a mask, you can tell she is smirking. The crowd rains down hate on her. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring.

“They call me conjurer, they say I'm divine
But shade is poison, my past lovers in mind
Hell yeah, I curse them all
Fathers and brothers, for the hell that they all put me through

I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
I've got you under my spell
And I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
What will you say about me?”


She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope head first. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She then heads to her corner and waits for the match to start.

The lights dim down and take on a multi-colored effect as Motley Crue's "Dr. Feelgood" Lara Blackheart saunters out onto the stage, carrying the NFW Women's Championship on her shoulder. Over her ring gear, she wears her late father's old leather jacket with EASY V on the back of it. Smirking coldly, Lara raises the titleand over her head before beginning to make her way towards the ring.

ARDEN
"Introducing first!! From Chicago, Illinois!! Representing Sex & Violence!! She is the NFW Women's Champion!! DR. FEELGOOD!!! LAAAAAARAAAAAAA BLAAAAACKHEEEEEAAAAARRRRRT!!!!"

Lara Blackheart enters the ring. Again, she raises her title up over head, strutting over to her corner where she sets it down and leans back in the corner, staring daggers at Sativa Nevaeh as her music fades out....

HANSON
"This is not going to be a friendly exchange of skill, folks. This is already a heated rivalry between these two!"

KLAZZIC
"We've got two alpha females in the ring together, wanting to be the top of their division!! Lara Blackheart, technically, is and she feels threatened by the new girl on the block!"

REYNOLDS
"This is an invasion!!"

HANSON
"This is an open challenge from someone who thinks she's got what it takes to take on the champion, Nick!"

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"Ohhhhhh ladies and gentlemen, here -- we -- GO!!"

REYNOLDS
"I don't like it, Nicky! Who the hell does this woman think she is to come in and be able to challenge the champion?!"

KLAZZIC
"You know how things are, nowadays, Jim Reynolds! You jaw a bit back and forth online, next thing you know, someone wants a fight! I commend Sativa Navaeh for going big and calling out Lara Blackheart. She is the Immortal Icons Champion over in California Wrestling. Think of this as a non-title champ versus champ match!"

Sativa and Lara in the ring, staring daggers at one another, Lara lifting her Women’s Title up high in the air mouthing some words at the green haired foe standing across the ring from her. The ref takes the title from Lara and hands it to the time keeper before calling for the bell and getting the main event underway. Lara continues the jaw jacking and Sativa looks absolutely focused on the champion. The two circle the ring a little bit before the finally meet up in the middle with a collar and elbow tie up which Lara immediately breaks and grabs Sativa in a waist lock which she quickly transitioned into a side headlock. Sativa though is quick to push Lara off and into the ropes. She bounces off the ropes and Sativa drops to the mat forcing Lara to leap over. Sativa then jumps to her feet and as Lara hits the ropes again and as she comes towards Sativa, she leapfrogs over and Lara hits the ropes one more time. As she comes off the ropes, Sativa is quick to take her down with a deep armdrag and then holds the arm in an armbar style hold.

HANSON
"And there's an armdrag by Sativa, right into an armbar!!! She's gonna end this before it even picks up!"

REYNOLDS
"She is not!! Get out of there, Lara!"

KLAZZIC
"That's a tight hold guys!"

The ref is quickly down in position and asks Lara if she wants to give up, but she shakes her head no. Lara eventually makes it back up to a vertical base and as she does, Sativa isn’t even sneaky about it, she grabs a handful of hair and slams the champion down hard to the mat. The ref begins admonishing Sativa who shrugs her shoulders and immediately begins stomping away at her downed opponent. Lara though, smartly begins rolling to the edge of the ring and out to the floor to get a breather. She begins pacing the outside as Sativa looks down and she hits the opposite ropes and comes running and hitting Lara with a tope suicida much to the delight of the crowd who begin chanting her name.

SA-TI-VA!!

SA-TI-VA!!

SA-TI-VA!!

SA-TI-VA!!

Sativa takes a moment to take in the adulation before she turns her attention back to Lara and picks her up. Sativa looks whip Lara into the steel steps on the outside, but Lara finds a way to reverse and Sativa is the one who ends up going shoulder first into the steel ring steps. Sativa clutches at her left shoulder as Lara grabs the injured arm and places it against the steps as she climbs them and delivers a stomp to the arm causing Sativa to writhe in pain. Lara then slams the arm against the steps before stepping into the ring causing the ref to break his ten count and begin another on the now hurt Sativa. At a count of six though, Sativa is back in the ring, slowly making her way to her feet as she clutches at her shoulder.

KLAZZIC
"This could be bad for Sativa, guys!"

HANSON
"Did a little homework. She had a shoulder injury only a few months ago. It put her out of action for a couple of weeks. You've gotta thing it's still a little tender since she's still competing."

REYNOLDS
"Well then I don't blame Lara if she rips it right outta the socket!"

HANSON
"Did Cherry Addams actually steal your soul on twitter?"

REYNOLDS
"What?"

HANSON
"Nothing...."

The ref is over to check on Sativa, but Lara rushes right past him and begins to just stomp away at the injured arm. Sativa gets to the ropes and clutches them as the ref stands in between her and Lara forcing Lara away and allowing Sativa to make it to her feet. Sativa, while holding her arm scowls and doesn’t take her gaze off of Lara who is just laughing and pointing at the arm. As Sativa approaches, she goes for clothesline, but Lara ducks under it and wraps the green haired warrior in a waist lock before popping her hips and taking Sativa over for a German suplex that causes her to land hard on the back of her head. Lara then floats over and goes for the first cover of the match.

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

Lara doesn’t let up though, once Sativa kicks out, Lara looks to grab the injured arm of her opponent and looks for an arm bar and locks it in. Sativa writhes in pain and screams “Hell no” at the top of her lungs as the ref asks if she wants to give up. Sativa is quick to start scrambling and after about thirty seconds, she finally makes it to the bottom rope forcing the break. Lara breaks the hold, but only after the ref reaches his count of four, maximizing the effectiveness of the hold. This time, it’s Sativa’s turn to roll out of the ring and catch a quick break.

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, take a breather there, Sativa. About twenty seconds. You've earned it."

HANSON
"You're hopeless, you know what?"

She begins walking around the outside of the ring, shaking and slapping at her injured arm as the ref starts his count. But that doesn’t last long as Lara hits the ropes and this time, it’s her turn to look for a suicide dive, but Sativa has it scouted. As Lara begins to come through the middle and top rope, she’s met with a very stiff, very hard forearm to the side of the head that causes her to be stunned for a moment. This is the opening Sativa was looking for as gets up onto the apron and runs down it, delivering a knee strike right to the side of Lara’s head causing the blonde to finally spill out of the ring and onto the floor. Sativa looks down and then out to the fans as she turns her back and jumps off the apron delivering a beautiful moonsault onto her opponent who is lying on the ground. The crowd goes crazy, but Sativa gets up, still clutching at her shoulder as she attempts to pick Lara up and as she finally does, she rolls the blonde in followed by herself at the count of eight by the ref.

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

"THIS IS AWESOME!"

HANSON
"DAMN RIGHT IT'S AWESOME!!"

Sativa doesn’t take her foot off the gas there though; she now picks Lara up off the mat and hits a picture perfect Northern Lights suplex, but as she tries for the bridge part of the combo, her shoulder doesn’t allow it and she has to instead float over into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!

Sativa then climbs up to the top rope this time and waits patiently for Lara to make it back to her feet. It takes a few moments, but a groggy and dazed Lara finally makes it to her feet and as she turns to face Sativa, the green haired woman launches herself and delivers a missile dropkick that sends Lara flying back about a foot and onto her back.

KLAZZIC
"Down goes Blackheart from a Missile Dropkick! Beautifully done!"

REYNOLDS
"I hate this! Wait, what the hell's she doing now?!"

Sativa looks at her fallen opponent and sees that she’s in a perfect position for another high risk move. Sativa runs over to the opposite corner and in one fail swoop climbs to the top rope again. She balances herself and as she does, yells out “I am a leaf on the wind!” and the crowd happily calls back “Watch how I soar!” and once they do, Sativa launches herself and delivers the Leaf on the Wind and goes for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR---KICKOUT!

Lara gets her shoulder up just before the ref hit the mat for the third time to keep herself in this match. Sativa once again looks around at the crowd who are all clearly behind her in this match and she signals for her signature Got ‘Em cutter and hits it! Sativa drops down for a cover, but as she does, TyAnna Jupiter, Futura Soli, and Eavan Maloney come running down the ramp and Eavan jumps up to the apron causing the ref to have to deal with her.

HANSON
"Now what the hell are they doing here?!"

REYNOLDS
"Team support, Nicky!"

HANSON
"Yeah, Eavan Maloney on the apron isn't team support! Get her down from there!"

KLAZZIC
"Someone!"

Sativa notices and quickly charges in and delivers a boot right to the side of Eavan’s face causing her to drop to the floor. But as she drops, Futura gets up and starts jaw jacking. The ref turns his attention to her as does Sativa and she doesn’t notice Tyanna slide the NFW Woman’s Title into the ring for Lara. Sativa finishes her words with Futura only for Sativa to be none the wiser to what’s going on and as she turns around, Lara charges in hits Sativa right between the eyes with the championship and throws it out of the ring before dropping into a cover and Futura dropping off the apron and yelling at the ref to turn around. The ref drops down and begins his count.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE---KICKOUT!!

The crowd goes crazy as Sativa gets her right shoulder up at the very last moment to keep herself in the match with a trickle of blood now seen running down her face as Lara seems a little frustrated and angry that the nefarious deed she just committed didn’t work. Lara though, doesn’t really dwell on it for very long as she picks Sativa up and lifts her onto her shoulders. As she does, drops Sativa neck first across the knee before yelling out to the crowd that this match is over. Lara gloats and mocks the fans as she paces around the ring a little before picking Sativa up.

KLAZZIC
"OHHH AND A NECKBREAKER FROM LARA BLACKHEART!! THIS MIGHT BE OVER!!"

REYNOLDS
"SO LONG, BURNOUT!! SO MUCH FOR YOUR BIG MOMENT!!"

As she picks the green haired woman up, Lara hooks both of her arms and looks to hit Coma White, but before she can deliver the move, Sativa reverses out of it and this time, out of nowhere delivers Got ‘Em! Lara drops to the mat and Sativa yells out to the crowd who swell once again into a fever pitch of cheers as Sativa climbs to the top rope and delivers the Sonic Screwdriver! Sativa stays on top of Lara and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOUR WINNER......SAAAAATIIIIIVAAAA.....NEEEEVAAAAEEEEEEEH!!!!!!"

The ref signals for the bell and “Voodoo” once again plays throughout the arena. Sativa doesn’t have much time to celebrate though as Futura, Tyanna, and Eavan all swarm into the ring. Eavan delivers a clothesline to the back of Sativa’s head before Futura grabs Sativa and lifts her up hitting the Fade to Pink. She then tosses the limp body to Tyanna who hits Supreme Thunder. Lara then yells for them to pick Sativa back up, but as they do, “A Song of Ice and Fire” plays over the speakers and out come running the new team of Fire and Ice and their friend, NFW Women's TV Champion Morgan Payne. The three slide into the ring and they immediately begin brawling with the other four women, Lara and Eavan focusing on Morgan as the Tag Team Champions have their focus on the newest tag team to the company. Fire and Ice quickly start to show why they should be a force to be reckoned with as Fire and Ice deliver stereo clotheslines to Futura and Tyanna. Fire quickly climbs to the top rope and flies off taking down the champions with moonsault before rolling back into the ring. By this time, Ice has peeled Lara off of Morgan and Fire goes after Eavan who is still beating on Morgan who is in the corner trying to protect herself.

HANSON
"THE CAVALRY HAS ARRIVED, FOLKS!!!"

KLAZZIC
"OHHHHH NO, NICK HANSON! THE KINGDOM HAS ARRIVED!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THEY'VE GOT NO BUSINESS BEING OUT HERE!!! GET THEM OUT!!"

HANSON
"YEAH?! WELL NEITHER DOES SEX & VIOLENCE!! AND EAVAN MALONEY!! IS SHE ONE OF THEM NOW?! THEY DON'T NEED TO BE OUT HERE!!!! SO TOUGH LUCK, JIM! HERE WE ARE!! WE GOT A BRAWL ON OUR HANDS!!!!"

Ice delivers a series of knife edge chops to the chest of Lara as Fire is putting in a series of forearm smashes to the side of Eavan’s head. Morgan now, is back up to her feet and Fire grabs Eavan and tosses her to Morgan who picks Eavan up onto her shoulders and hits Dahntahn After Dahk. Ice now, tosses Lara to her tag team partner who picks the Woman’s Champion up on her shoulders and delivers a rolling Death Valley Driver as Ice climbs to the top rope and hits a flying leg drop and as Fire climbs to the top, Futura and Tyanna slide in and grab Lara by the arm and pull her out of the ring as the four women start to make their way up the ramp, all of them looking angry as Morgan, Fire, and Ice help Sativa back up to her feet and they stare down their foes. Sativa points right at Lara and does the title motion around her waist as Lara shakes her head no. The final image though, is of the four in the ring staring down their foes and Fire just giving a little wink to the four of them.

KLAZZIC
"WELL THERE YOU HAVE IT, LADIES AND GENTS! YOUR NEW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP AND OHHHH LARA BLACKHEART DOES NOT LOOK HAPPY!"

HANSON
"She was gonna have to put up or shut up sometime! And it looks like that sometime is gonna be very soon!"

REYNOLDS
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!!! YOU CAN'T JUST COME IN AND AUTOMATICALLY EARN A TITLE MATCH!!"

HANSON
"She can and she did, Jim!! We'll find out more next week on how it's gonna go down but that's all the time we have for tonight! For Jim Reynolds and Matt Klazzic, I'm Nick Hanson! So long, folks!"

Winner: Sativa Nevaeh
Result: Pinfall
Time: 27:46

The credits roll....
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Match Winners
Match #1. Wyld Stallion def. Kyle Smalls
Match #2. Eavan Maloney def. Aubrey Cassidy
Match #3. Eddy Poe def. Tyson Law
Match #4. Candi Broduer def. Morgan Payne to win the NFW Women's TV Title
Match #5. The McKeesport Mafia def. Ethan Skinner/Jaxton Crowe
Match #6. Dona Rotten def. Masami Nishikiyama
Match #7. Prince Devitt def. Nick Jackson
Match #8. Chris Wolfe def. Havok to retain the NFW TV Title
Match #9. Sativa Nevaeh def. Lara Blackheart
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Match Writers
Match #1. NFW General Manager
Match #2. NFW General Manager
Match #3. Fire and Ice
Match #4. NFW General Manager
Match #5. Fire and Ice
Match #6. NFW General Manager
Match #7. NFW General Manager
Match #8. NFW General Manager
Match #9. Fire and Ice