Post by Steven Brody, CEO on May 31, 2022 1:16:55 GMT -8
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Jim Reynolds: Ugh, not this fuckin’ guy again…
Waltzing out from behind the curtain comes Dane Preston, dressed to the nines in a black suit, a book tucked under his arm.
Nick Hanson: Well, this oughta be interesting. Looks like Dane comes bearing gifts for Sylvia once again.
Jim Reynolds: What’s he trying to do, pay her off with renaissance tomes so she doesn’t kill him?
Once again, the fans in attendance have begun shouting ADULT SHIT, ADULT SHIT, this time Preston eats it up and does a little shimmy in time with the tempo of the chant. Climbing into the ring, Preston motions for a microphone before he makes his way to the center of the ring and his music dies off.
Dane Preston: What the fuck is going on Chi-Town? Did ya’ll miss me last week?
The ADULT SHIT, ADULT SHIT chants get louder, causing the man in the ring to chuckle.
Dane Preston: You all know how to make a guy feel loved, you know that? Since the last time you all saw me, our friend Sylvia has gone off the deep end, playing for sympathy from everyone. Even going so far as to whip herself as a means to atone for her sins. Now, I’m not a religious guy, but farbeit for me to tell someone how to live their life. That said, self mutilation for any reason is a weird bag, man. ANYWAYS, as promised Sylvia…
Dane reaches for the book tucked under his arm and raises it up for the world to see.
Dane Preston: Here in my hand is the copy of Purgatorio to go along with Inferno. Call it an apology for revealing your tragic past to the world. But this time I’ll have it delivered to your locker room by security, since you just can’t seem to maintain your composure in my presence, and I’ve got a match against the former intrepid reporter, Cass Baumer, in a short while…
Before Dane could finish, the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum speakers, the crowd jumps to their feet when a red spotlight beams down at the entryway. The old-school brawler struts down the aisle in a red leather jacket over her ring gear until she nears the center of the clearing. She’s holding a book under her arm as well, with her cautious eyes on Dane standing in the ring.
"Smooth Sailing" continues while Cass has her head turned to the side til she nears the apron. She stops at the steel steps to survey the crowd with a smile. Grabbing a microphone from a nearby ringside official, she follows it up by sliding into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and brings the microphone to her lips.
Cass Baumer: So this is it then, huh? You get your kicks from makin’ fun of people’s mental illnesses then? You of all people?
Dane Preston: Pump the breaks wannabe Kara Kent. You don’t just waltz out here and jump me fresh out the gate. Hi Cass, I’m Dane, it’s nice to meet you face to face. Now, let’s be perfectly fucking clear here, I will never ever make fun of anyone’s mental illnesses. That would make me a walking contradiction, which is something I am not.
Cass nods, accepting that explanation with surprising calmness. Dane holds his hand up before she can speak.
Dane Preston: I’m not done yet Cass. See, I will be the first to call someone out on their shitty behavior and make them take responsibility for their actions and decisions. Which reminds me…weren’t you a reporter before you decided to jump into the wrestling business?
Cass Baumer: Correction. I was a feature journalist before, but then after I was a wrestler for a while, I sorta leaned into what I knew and started to report on wrestling news and rumors for attention. That’s as basic as I think I can put it, but yeah. Close enough.
Dane Preston: And you did this professionally?
Cass nods.
Dane Preston: So, to clarify, you’ve had two careers where you were supposed to know how to do your research on your subject, and you made the rookie mistake in assuming that this match between you and I would be my debut? Have you not paid any attention to the fuckery that I’ve wrought upon NFW Collision these past few weeks? Come on now…
Baumer puts her tongue in her cheek as if she’s trying to hold back her words.
Cass Baumer: Have you ever heard of the word mistake, Dane? You’ve made one when you decided to mess with Sylvia. As a matter of fact you’re making a mistake right now by trying to make fun of me, too.
Dane Preston: Are you really asking me that right now? Once more, if you’d done your research, you’d know I spent 5 years in prison. I’m no stranger to mistakes.
Cass Baumer: Weird flex, but okay.
Dane Preston: That wasn’t a flex. My point is that when it comes to my profession, that is not the kind of mistake I’m prone to make. You seem to be taking my criticism and calling you out rather personally. I’m not making fun of ya, Cass. I’m just saying that if you’re that careless with regards to knowing who you’re stepping into the ring with, should you really be stepping into the ring with them?
Cass pauses, attempting to choose her words carefully instead of her usual immediate answers.
Cass Baumer: You don’t even know why I got into the business, do you, Dane? Do you think I just decided to climb into the ring on a whim? I’m here to cement the name Baumer in the heart of wrestling’s history. Not for me, but for my late brother who passed in 2016. He wanted this more than anything in the world. He needed to accomplish that impossible dream, and everybody kept sayin’ no. Now, I don’t know how I got so lucky to get the yes he never did but I’m here in NFW not ‘cause I’m having fun or ‘cause I think I’m the best. I’m here ‘cause as much as people like you attempt to smear the Baumer name, I know I can make it mean something.
With a pensive look on his face, Dane crooks an eyebrow and nods thoughtfully.
Dane Preston: Make no mistake about it, Cass, I’m not questioning your presence in the business. I’m simply pointing out that you still have so much to learn. If I’m known for anything in this world, it’s for being as much a family man as I am for being a fighter. I can truly appreciate your desire to honor your late brother, if for nothing else right now, you have my respect for that. Let’s see if you have earned more respect from me later tonight. Now, something tells me you didn’t bring that book in the crook of your arm for nothing. So let’s get to the elephant in the room, shall we?
Cass takes the book from under her arm, holding it in her hands as she looks at it thoughtfully for a moment. It’s the Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson, as seen when the camera zooms in. She looks back at Dane, then looks down again.
Cass Baumer: I thought about doing a whole big diatribe about how you’re Dr. Jekyll and Fix is Mr. Hyde… then I thought about just hitting you with it…
Dropping the microphone before Dane realizes what’s happening, Cass blasts him in the face with the book, dropping him to the mat.
Nick Hanson: Holy hell! Cass Baumer just knocked Dane Preston upside his head with a book of her own!
Jim Reynolds: It’s no secret that I’m not one of Cass’ biggest fans, but she definitely earned some praise from me with that move right there!
Hopping back to her feet, Cass snatches the mic up as she admires her handiwork. Squatting down next to Dane, she sets the book on his chest while he shakes off the stars flying around his head.
Cass Baumer: You didn’t expect that, did you, Dane? All that research you’ve done still lead to you making a mistake of your own. I’m more than one badly thought-out tweet. I’m more than just some random stepping stone on your way to Sylvia. I studied you! I know your tendencies! I’m Cass Baumer, and I’m gonna show you what I can do tonight!
Clutching the book to his chest and rolling over, Dane gets to a kneeling position and takes up the microphone.
Dane Preston: And you just made a very costly mistake of your own Ms. Baumer. Allow us to officially introduce ourself to you and the rest of the NFW. Our name is Fix and we’re about to make you regret that…
Cass smirks, as if this is exactly what she counted on happening.
Dane Preston: You look quite pleased with yourself right now. But we can see the look in your eyes Cass, we know that you’re like a fawn in headlights every time you get ready to step into the ring. But this time, it’s very different. You have no clue what to expect so you’re scared more than ever, by the prospect of stepping into the ring with someone like us…
Rising to his feet, Dane marches straight over to Cass and leans down so he is looking her in the eyes, a smirk of his own plastered from ear to ear.
Dane Preston: YOU SHOULD BE!
Dropping the microphone, Dane turns around and scoops up both books and rolls out of the ring, walking backward up the ramp, not taking his eyes off Cass until he disappears behind the curtain. Baumer looks down with worry, then back at the crowd with a bit more confidence before she takes her leave as the show continues on.
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Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Fuckin’ Astro Creeps think they know who they fuckin’ with?
Psycho nods to her wife and tag team partner.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye… they do…
Bruiser shakes her head.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: We’ll just have to show them how wrong they are! You’ll not be scraping us by being all creepy and spooky. We live in fuckin’ New Orleans and we’ve dealt with dakness before!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, we bae dancin more wit th’ darknes in th’ pale moon light before everyone else kin bae wakin’ up!
Bruiser points into the camera.
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: You’re gonna find out why Gallus Mag On Top is not just a clever slogan!
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye bae gettin’ us once after a hard fought match but this bae a different matter entirely!
Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Now you find out what it means when we say Hell is empty…
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: An’ th’ Maidens bae haer!
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Match #1/Tag Team
The Astro Creeps vs. Gallus Mag
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Psycho and Pisces step out and run at each other, both launching into attacks that can only be described as rabbit dogs trying to tear each other apart. They both punch, kick, bite, scratch, claw and anything else they can think of to rip and tear at each other's flesh. Both start to bleed and Pisces gets a wicked head butt and then scores a chop block. Psycho goes down and Pisces climbs on top, drilling a vicious elbow strike and then covering.
ONE!
TWO!
PSYCHO KICKS OUT!
TWO!
PSYCHO KICKS OUT!
Pisces and Psycho continue fighting like wild dogs, bouncing from one corner to the other until Bruiser tags herself in and blasts Pisces with a big lariat. Bruiser covers.
ONE!
TWO!
PISCES KICKS OUT!
TWO!
PISCES KICKS OUT!
Bruiser tags in Psycho and the fight starts anew with Psisces trying to hold off both of them. Kosnar starts to step in and Gallus Mag shove Pisces on her ass before hitting Kosnar with a double clothesline. The big man is stopped but little else. Gallus Mag give him a second one that barely budges him. They kick at his knees and then hit double dropkicks that catch him off-balance enough to send him tumbling over the top rope. Kosnar lands on his feet on the floor, Daedalus smirking that the big man seems more annoyed than anything else. Gallus Mag go over and give Pisces a Bruiser bicycle kick. Psycho grabs her, set to deliver a swinging reverse STO. Suddenly, the lights dim to near total darkness but the outline of a door on the screen at the top of the aisle. The outline glows ever stronger as the sounds of tortured souls screaming starts to fill the arena. Psycho drops her grip on Pisces and steps back, a look of near panic in the tattooed Irish biker’s eyes. She turns and starts looking around, scanning everywhere she can think to turn, frantically searching for what she seems to know is coming. Bruiser looks at the screen, frowning in confusion. Psycho starts to shake and then stops, her eyes taking on a strange sheen. She screams and lashes out, her fist flying through the space next to her but finding nothing but air. She throws wild punches, fighting as if her vry life depends on it.
Psycho: No…. No…. NOOOOO!!!!!
She continues throwing punches and kicks that hit nothing but air, the screams becoming more intense and insistent as she does so.
Psycho: … Shonn…. SHONN!!!
She’s still fighting as Kosnar steps up onto the apron and Pisces makes the tag. Kosnar steps into the ring and knocks Bruiser out of the ring with a big boot. Psycho keeps trying to fight and Kosnar grabs her, lifting her up so that Pisces can catch her with the Hornet’s Nest. Kosnar covers with one foot on the much smaller Irish woman’s chest.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
The lights come back up, the screaming dying away and the image on the screen fading as well. The Astro Creeps accept their victory and then take their leave following Daedalus up the aisle. Bruiser climbs into the ring to check on her fallen partner and wife, seeing the distant look in Psycho’s eyes. Daedalus looks into the ring and starts to laugh cruelly as Bruiser glares at him, her wife in her arms.
Winners: The Astro Creeps
Result: Pinfall
Result: Pinfall
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Hayley Halsey: It is TIME! Last week, I invited ASS BOOMER to meet me in this ring! This is the SPECIAL HAYLEY REPORT INTERVIEW! I invited Cass Baumer out to this ring with me and… I haven’t seen her in the building all week long! It’s just what I thought! Cass is a COWARD! Face it! You’re NEVER going to take this title from me! You are NEVER going to fuck me! I know you have a match in a little bit but… you know… NOBODY wants to see you wrestle. In fact, NOBODY wants to see you wrestle me! PERIOD! BREAKING HAYLEY REPORT! CASS BAUMER FEARS HAYLEY HALSEY! CASS BAUMER FEARS HAYLEY HALSEY! CASS BAUMER FEARS HAYLEY HALSEY! CASS BAUMER F…
As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum speakers, the crowd stands to their feet when a red spotlight beams down at the entryway. The old-school brawler struts down the aisle in a red leather jacket over her ring gear until she nears the center of the clearing. She doesn’t look in a joking mood, holding the Millwall brick weopon she was seen creating earlier in the show.
"Smooth Sailing" continues while her head turned to the side 'til she she nears the apron. She stops at the steel steps to survey the crowd with a smile. Grabbing a microphone from a nearby ringside official, she follows it up by sliding into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and squares up to Hayley Halsey with the improvised blunt object at her side.
Cass Baumer: Skip to the part where you say what you wanna say.
Hayley Halsey: You don’t get to dictate what I do! But you know what? Let’s skip all the stupid questions and get to the proper questions. As I mentioned last week, before the whole GRIFFIN THING, this title was ALWAYS defended in multi-person matches! The FANS agree that we SHOULD go back to that. Like… I’m not trolling here. I’m asking a serious question. You AGREE with THE FANS, right? You agree with THEM that we should go back to multi-person matches! RIGHT?!?!?!
Cass looks distraught, pausing for just a moment to look out into the crowd to see what their response might be. Then, she steps forward again with the microphone to her lips.
Cass Baumer: As much as it hurts that I won’t be able to kick your ass one-on-one, tradition is tradition. So yeah, I agree. The Perseverance Championship should be defended how it was always meant to be defended. Where are you going with this?
Hayley Halsey: It’s just… well…
Hayley pauses and has a smirk on her face, almost as if she’s scheming something or knows something that Cass might not.
Hayley Halsey: I’ve been looking over this contract…
Hayley pauses again, opening the bronze folder in her hands and pulling out a contract.
Hayley Halsey: And I found something REALLY NIFTY!
Cass Baumer: Was it your self-respect?
Hayley Halsey: FUCK YOU!!!! You fucking BITCH! You can’t even be CORDIAL FOR FIVE SECONDS! I SHOULD SLAP YOU!!!!
Cass Baumer: Alright, alright! I’ll behave.
Hayley Halsey: You better! Anyway… by AGREEING with me on going back to tradition, you have agreed to what is written on THIS contract. AND… according to THIS contract I get to pick an opponent for one of my title defenses! Don’t worry, this won’t cost YOU anything! You’ll still get your title shot. BUT, we ARE going back to triple threat rules: you, me and MY hand picked opponent! If you think I’m lying, read the contract yourself!
Hayley tosses the contract at Cass’s feet as a show of disrespect, making her go through the trouble of bending down and picking it up. Baumer does just that, reaching to grab the contract off the ground and giving the fine print a silent read with her finger gliding against the page.
Cass Baumer: You’re telling the truth…
Cass sounds defeated as she says the words.
Hayley Halsey: HAHAHAHAHA! YES! Look defeated! I know you got a match coming in like… a little bit… so… I’m going to leave you alone and all… BUT… before I do… let me introduce to you to the OTHER participant in our match!!!!!
There is a bit of a pause for a bit as the camera focuses on the ramp. Suddenly, Curtis Hughes, Hayley’s personal enforcer comes out through the stage. Hayley points and laughs at Cass as Hughes walks into the ring
Hayley Halsey: Try getting through both of us BITCH!!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Hayley walks back toward Hughes and she flips off Cass. The fans are booing her loudly for the stunt that she just pulled. With a fire in Baumer’s eyes, she retaliates with a swing of her Millwall brick wrapped in the newest Chicago Tribune! Hayley narrowly avoids this, shrieking obscenities as she rolls out of the ring! Curtis Hughes follows her out, checking in on her as all good bodyguards would do.
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Match #2/Singles
Dane Preston vs. Cass Baumer
~DING DING DING~
Cass and Dane locked up as the opening bell sounded, Baumer being at a slight disadvantage with the height difference and weight difference. Preston wasted no time in getting Baumer into a headlock before throwing a few hard knees into the woman’s abdomen. As Cass was doubled over, Dane wrapped his arms around her, going for a German Suplex, but the Kiwi managed to, with some quick thinking and maneuvering, roll rather than hitting the mat hard like had been planned. Being on her feet, Baumer quickly ran at Preston, hitting him with a running DDT. Without pausing, the smaller woman immediately got back to her feet and motioned at the man to get up. Since it was still early in the match, Dane was back on his feet rather quickly, annoyance on his face at his opponent. Cass charged Dane again, but he was quick and nailed her square on the jaw with a vicious discus lariat. Caught off guard, and holding her now hurting jaw, Baumer was sent stumbling back. As she turned towards him again, she was met with a running knee straight to her already targeted abdomen, sending her to the doubled-over position again. With momentum seemingly on his side, Preston grabbed Baumer’s arm and roughly threw her towards the opposite side of the ring, her back slamming into the turnbuckle.
Crowd: Ohh!!!!
Dane smirked as he backed up to the other side’s turnbuckle, pausing for a slight moment before charging Cass, going for a devastating clothesline. Baumer ducked the attempt and rolled out of the way, leaving Preston to slam chest first into the turnbuckles when he was unable to stop. Getting back to her feet, Cass wasted no time in running towards Dane yet again, this time hitting him with a hard running dropkick to the back, sending him back into the turnbuckle chest first. She got back to her feet and made her way over to him again, this time with the intent to hit her own German suplex but was over-powered. He moved to whip her into the ropes hard, trying to cause some separation as well as an opening to regain some momentum. What Dane wasn’t expecting was Cass to come back at him more than prepared to hit a running Fact Check! She planted him with the running reverse somersault DDT and pinned him almost immediately, causing the referee to slide down to the mat and begin the count.
ONE!
TWO—!
TWO—!
Before the referee could hit the mat for the 3rd time on the pin attempt, the crowd began yelling and booing loudly. The camera turned towards the ramp where Hayley Halsey and Curtis Hughes could be seen running down the ramp, causing Cass to end the pin on Dane. Hayley could be seen stopping in her tracks and yelling at Curtis to take care of business as they got closer to the ring. The man quickly slid into the ring, Hayley remaining on the outside, and went after Dane to the crowd's shock. The referee signaled for the bell to ring, ending the match due to a disqualification. A seething Cass got back to her feet, a look of utter annoyance and irritation on her face as Hayley smirked and gave her a little wave. The New Zealander rolled out of the ring and started towards Hughes and Halsey who immediately ran back up the ramp. Baumer was hot on their tail, planning to deal with them for the intrusion on her match and for causing her to be disqualified.
As the pair got to the stage, the camera swerved around towards the crowd that was now cheering as Sylvia Lopez hopped over the barrier and slid into the ring. Instantly, she went after Dane and the two began throwing down. Trading rights and lefts back and forth, Sylvia managed to get the upper hand when she viciously threw Dane out of the ring and followed him. She went to tackle him, but he moved and grabbed her, slinging her into the barricade instead. As she got up, Lopez had a sadistic grin on her face and began yelling at Preston to come on. The pair started going at it again, but security, with their new head of Alexa Marcus leading the charge, began filling the ringside area. A group began pulling Sylvia back one way while Alexa and some others pulled/pushed Dane in the opposite direction with Alexa being heard yelling at both of them to calm their asses down and save it for an actual match.
Winner: Dane Preston
Result: Disqualification
Result: Disqualification
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Tyler Brown: Fucking hell brother can ya stop the pacing? You're driving me up the apple and fucking pears mate.
Stopping Towers glares at him a little and takes a deep breath.
Johnny Towers: Can you fucking blame me? The Rippers on the way and the last thing we all want is to have one of the only people we care about lost in the city.
Sid Robinson: Didn't want a lift? What else can we do?
Tyler Brown: Too proud for that, don’t make no fucking sense to me but hey I aint gonna argue.
Johnny Towers: Too fucking right, now we gotta focus. You boys been keeping up with what I've been teaching ya?
Sid Robinson: Of course.
Tyler Brown: Every fucking day man, were ready to knock those daffy cunts into the next month were gonna hit them that hard, afterwards they are gonna be asking for the license plate of the mother fucking truck that ran over them.
Johnny Towers: Damn fucking right, those guys got the jump on us before and we will make sure we get our pound of fucking flesh from them by the end of the night.
Towers walks over to a table near by and grabs a bottle of water and takes a sip from it.
Tyler Brown: We gotta show these people we aint to be fucked around with, thats why we are bringing The ripper in and that is why we are gonna get the respect.
Johnny Towers: Respect? How far does that bullshit really matter around here? If there was any respect the stupid cow in charge would have put me in that match for the number one contendership but no it goes to Donna Rotton the stupid cow I nearly had beat already, I dont give a fuck about Morgan and Crowthorne. Dont even know who those fuckers are and they get a shot over me? Worse of all…
Not being able to hold his temper for a moment he throws the bottle of water across the room with a smack against the opposite wall.
Johnny Towers: FAVORITISM IN DISPLAY! The fucking bitch that I PINNED AT THE PAY PER VIEW! Danni aint I so fucking great because I was a former world champion ages ago and married to everybodies in this fucking companies favourite god damn fucking cock sucking cunt Damon fucking Cross. I tell you I need to fucking make sure he never gets in my way ever again. I came here and as i have been saying from day one I have never been given my proper fucking resect. This is fucking personal and the hell am I going to come out of this without my boot on that fuckers throat.
Suddenly “Anarchy in the UK” by the Sex Pistols blasts from Towers phone and he looks down at it and answers it.
Johnny Towers: Hey where are ya?... Ok… Right I'll go and get ya.
Johnny Towers: The daffy cunts won't let The Ripper in the arena, I'll go set them straight.
Towers walks out the room as Sid and Tyler take a deep breath and share a glance.
Sid Robinson: Here we go.
Tyler Brown: This is sure gonna be fucking interesting.
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Match #3/Trios Tag
Damon Cross & La Lealtad es Todo vs. Johnny Towers/Tyler Brown/Sid Robinson
Roger Arden introduces Johnny Towers and His Boys first. The fans react with loud boos and disapproval for the London-born fighters. Naturally, they mouth off before they get into the ring. When it comes time to introduce Damon Cross and La Lealtad es Todo, Johnny, Sid, and Tyler decide to throw caution to the wind and charge the incoming trio! To the surprise of many, Johnny does NOT target Damon, rather he goes after Javier Cortez. Sid is the one who greets Damon in a brawl, while Juan Cortez and Tyler square up. Carmen Esquivel makes sure to keep her distance while this brawl takes place on the steel ramp.
As per tradition, Leina Rael is commentating on her Pops’ match alongside Nick Hansen and Jim Reynolds. She yells at Johnny, calling him a coward as he exchanges blows with Javier. Juan looks to help his brother, but Tyler isn’t making things easy for him. Soon enough, Damon gains the advantage over Sid and drags him towards the ring. Sid attempts to fight back, but Damon catches his hand, spins around him, and sends him into the ring apron with a Greco-Roman throw! Leina and the fans burst into cheers, while Damon lifts Sid up and rolls him into the ring. Finally, referee El Alguacil signals for the bell and the match is officially underway.
Sid and Tyler right away don’t think much of the rules, double-teaming Damon as much as they can until the Redeemer starts fighting back with forearms and elbows! Johnny barks instructions from the corner but makes no move to try and tag in. Sid tries to attack from behind while Damon is jawing at Johnny, but gets whipped into the far corner, whereupon Damon tags in Javier! The thicker of the two brothers, Javier starts laying in chops and fists in the corner before snap suplexing Sid out and moving to tag his brother. Juan flips in with a slingshot senton, getting a near-fall. Sid thumbs the eye and delivers a headbutt, tagging in Tyler but Juan catches him with a Japanese arm drag, sending Tyler scrambling back to his team’s corner! Johnny finally tags himself in, taking the fight to Juan as well as Javier when the latter comes in to break up Johnny’s dirty tactics! It takes a double-springboard back elbow to bring Johnny down from the Cortez Brothers, yet the moment Towers sees that Damon is tagging back in, he’s quick to tag out to Sid!
Initially, Sid is confused by this. Johnny steps out in between the ropes and onto the ring apron, pointing to Damon. The fans boo, even chanting “YOU’RE A COWARD! YOU’RE A COWARD!”, but Johnny tells them to shut the fu-- until Damon attacks Sid from behind, and Irish whips him towards one of the vacant corners of the ring. Grabbing the back of Sid’s head, Damon drives him face-first into the top turnbuckle before dragging him away from the corner. Damon catches Sid in the midsection with a knee before leveling him with “Dragonfire DDT” (Eric Donavan’s Double-Arm DDT)! When Damon goes to cover Sid, however, Tyler interjects and stomps on Damon to break the count. This captures Juan’s attention as he ascends the turnbuckles at their corner and hits Tyler with a missile dropkick!
The referee is distracted by Juan and Tyler’s chaos, so much so that when Damon pulls Sid up to his feet, Sid delivers a low blow! Grimacing with pain, Damon falls to his knees and slowly rolls out of the ring. Javier takes over, charging Sid with a running high knee. Sid’s quick to try and scurry away, all the while Juan has sent both himself and Tyler out of the ring with a cactus clothesline. Javier grabs ahold of Sid’s left leg, but to everyone’s surprise, Sid nails him with a dragon whip, causing them to fall onto the mat. El Alguacil checks on both men as the fans are rallying behind La Lealtad es Todo. Sid is the first to make it to his respective corner and tag in Johnny. Unfortunately for Javier, there’s no one in his corner at the moment, though Damon is trying to recuperate. Getting to his feet, Javier squares off with Johnny, exchanging strikes and blows. It looks like Javier is taking the fight to Johnny before Johnny thumbs him in the eye. Staggering, Javier is momentarily blinded before the Ultraviolent Artist hits him with his signature Discus Lariat!
During all of this, Carmen has moved to her team’s corner to offer support. At their respective corners, Juan and Tyler are back. Damon is barely joining Juan, while Sid is slowly pulling himself to his feet on the ring apron. Johnny goes for the cover, but Javier kicks out of his own power. He goes to make the tag, but Johnny pulls him away, frustrating both Juan and Damon. The triple-team starts in Johnny’s team’s corner, and even though Javier fights his way out, Johnny yanks him to the mat by the hair. He goes for a knee, but Javier rolls aside, makes a dive for his partners, and gets the tag to Damon! Johnny bails from the ring as Sid and Tyler charge in but Damon drops them with a double-clothesline as Juan takes to the air, leaping off the apron onto Johnny! The match starts to break down now with Carmen directing traffic on the outside… until a mystery woman jumps the railing and attacks her from behind!
Nick Hanson: Hey! What the hell?!
Leina Rael: Who the f*ck is that!?
Carmen is momentarily taken aback by this mysterious woman’s assault. However, she begins to fight back, the fans cheering for the back-and-forth exchange. Carmen even sends this woman towards the barricade, but the enigma jumps up and over. Before Carmen can react, this woman springboard tackles her onto the padded floor! Javier notices his fiancée being assaulted and he tries to move in, but Tyler grabs hold of him and throws him onto the mat with such force. Damon is battling with Sid in an old school “tavern style” brawl, while Juan and Johnny are laying into each other. Tyler attempts to attack Javier while he’s down, but Javier kicks him back and rises up to fight back. The referee is losing control of this match -- fast! -- and he decides to throw it out.
~Ding, ding, ding!~
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended in a no-contest!
Jim Reynolds: God damnit, talk about a buzzkill! This was getting fuckin’ good! Now, who gets to pick the stipulation for Reckoning Day III, huh?!
Leina Rael: Ugh! Whoever this b*tch is, she’s goin’ down--!
Nick Hanson: WHOA! No, Leina!
Quickly, Nick restrains Leina! Meanwhile, all hell’s broken loose between the eight. It does reach a point where Carmen gets the upper hand on the mysterious woman and sends her onto the padded floor with a double leg takedown and a few punches! Even in the midst of the chaos, Johnny continues to evade Damon, while Sid and Tyler continue to brawl with the Cortez Brothers. It takes a full force of security guards, all of them with military backgrounds, to break up the chaotic fight. “Chaos is My Life” by The Exploited plays from the PA system as security fights to keep the two factions apart. With Jim laughing at Leina and Nick’s predicament, the perspective changes.
Winners: N/A
Result: No Contest
Result: No Contest
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Match #4/Singles
Jansen Myrrh vs. River Chance
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Myrrh started the match by kicking the gut of Chance. Myrrh whips Chance to the ropes and followed by Lariat From Hell!!!! But Chance ducks underneath the Lariat From Hell!!!! Myrrh turns back to find where Chance but Chance runs to the ropes and connects with Discus Lariat! Send Myrrh down to the mat! Chance pulls Myrrh back to her feet and sets Myrrh in the powerbomb position! But Myrrh reverse by Back Body Drop! Send Chance down to the mat! Myrrh pulls Chance up by her hair and connects with Hair Pull Slam! Send Chance down to the mat once again. Myrrh stomps on Chance and pulls her fingers and stomps on Chance fingers! Chance screams out in pain while Myrrh has a smile on her face. Myrrh mounted on top of Chance and rained down her fist to the face of Chance. But Chance flips her down to the ground and Chance back on top of Myrrh connects with her punches to the face of Myrrh! Chance back to her feet when enough from rained down her fist to the face of Myrrh. Chance pulls Myrrh up by her hair and whips Myrrh to the ropes and connects with Discus Lariat! But Myrrh duck underneath a Discus Lariat! And connect with Clotheslines! Send Chance down to the outside of the ring! Myrrh followed Chance to the outside of the ring and choke her with her foot! Chance tries to scream and the referee continues to count them out! But Myrrh does not care about the counts she stomps to the neck of Chance! And pulls Chance up by her hair and sets in powerbomb position! And Powerbomb! Powerbomb connects! Send back of Chance crash with the hard part of the barricade! Chance screams out in pain! Myrrh pulls Chance back to her feets once again and sends her back to ring! And Myrrh follows Chance back to the ring and tries to pull her up but Chance rolls her up!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
KICKOUT! Myrrh kicks out at two and back to her feets while panicking! Meets the kick from Chance! Chance whips Myrrh to the corner and connects with Corner Splash! But Myrrh dodge out of her way! Chance bump into the corner! Chance staggered to the middle of the ring. Myrrh kicks to the gut and connects with Powerbomb! Send Chance down to the mat! And drag Chance to the corner! Chance sits lean on the bottom turnbuckle! Myrrh chokes Chance with her feet with the help of the ropes. The referee tries to stop Myrrh but she doesn't listen! The referee counts it! One…Two…Three…Four! Myrrh pulls her feet out of Chance's neck and pulls her up by her hair and whips her to the other corner and connects with Clotheslines! Bump Chance into the corner and drag her to the middle of the ring and connect with Powerslam! But Chance slipped down behind Myrrh! Chance hits the ropes and Myrrh turns around! Discus Lariat! The Discus Lariat connects! Send Myrrh down to the mat again! Chance pulls Myrrh back to her feets and sets her in the powerbomb position! And connect with Powerbomb! Chance throw Myrrh to the corner! It's a Corner Powerbomb! Myrrh holds her back while stagger to the middle of the ring. Chance hits the ropes and connects with Discus Lariat! But meet the Big Boot! Boot to the face sends Chance down to the mat! Myrrh pulls Chance up by her hair and whips her to the corner and connects with Corner Clotheslines! And whips to the opposite corner and connects with another Corner Clotheslines! Chance stunned and staggered to the middle of the ring and Spear! Spear! Spear! It's connected by Myrrh. Myrrh covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
KICK OUT! Chance kicked out at two! Myrrh shakes her head while back to her feets. Myrrh stomps on Chance! And pulls her back to her feet by her hair and whips her to the corner! But Chance reverse whips Myrrh to the corner. Chance followed by connecting with Corner Splash! Bump Myrrh into the corner! Myrrh staggered out from the corner and Chance connects with Discus Lariat! Send Myrrh down to the mat! Myrrh rolls herself out to the outside! Chance didn't waste her time she followed Myrrh to the outside and pulled Myrrh back to her feets! Low Blow! Low Blow from Myrrh and the referee does not see what's coming! Myrrh sends Chance back to the ring. Myrrh goes back to the ring and pulls Chance up by her hair and whips to the ropes and connects with Big Boot! Send Chance down to the mat! Myrrh pulls Chance back to her feet and whips her to the ropes but Chance reversal whips Myrrh to the ropes! Discus Lariat! The Discus Lariat by Chance sends Myrrh down to the mat! And pulls Myrrh back to her feets and connects with Powerbomb! Bomb Myrrh down to the mat! Chance pulls Myrrh back to her feets and lifts her up to the air and connects with the Military Press Drop!!!! Send Myrrh face fist to the mat! Chance flips Myrrh and hits the ropes and connects with Leg Drop!!!! It's connected! But Chance is not enough! She needs to finish this match. If she connects with her finish this match will be over! Chance pulls Myrrh back to her feet again and connects with Pommel Strike!!!!!!!!! Arn Anderson Spinebuster!!!!!!!!! It's over! It's over! Chance covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
KICKOUT! WHAT!!!! MYRRH KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND! Chance is a shock! The crowd was shocked! Myrrh is still in this match! Chance is not to be believed! Chance arguing with the referee! The referee holds his fingers at two! Chance shakes her head and pulls Myrrh back to her feet but Myrrh pushes Chance bumps into the referee! The referee is down, Chance is shocked but when turn around she meets the Low Blow! Another Low Blow from Myrrh! Chance down to her knees and trying to catch her breath she holds in her the lower body part in a kneeling position Myrrh hits the rope and connects with Big Boot! Send Chance down to the mat! Myrrh pulls Chance back to her feet and whips Chance to the corner and connects with Corner Splash! Bump Chance into the corner Chance staggered to the middle of the ring but met Running Big Boot! Boot to the face of Chance and send her down to the mat again! Myrrh not enough pulls Chance up by her hair and connects with the Hair Pull Slam! Pull Chance down to the mat again. And pulls Chance back to her feet again and hits the rope and connects with LARIAT FROM HELL!!!! SEND CHANCE TURN IN AND OUT! CHANCE IS OUT FROM IT! MYRRH NOT ENOUGH SHE PULL CHANCE BACK TO HER FEET AGAIN AND CONNECTED WITH LARIAT FROM HELL!!!! ANOTHER LARIAT BY MYRRH! CHANCE HAVE NO CHANCE TO SURVIVE IN THIS MATCH! MYRRH PULL HER BACK TO HER FEET AGAIN AND CONNECTED WITH MYRRH-DRIVER!!!!!!!!! STANDING DELAYED PILEDRIVER!!!!!!!!! SPIKE CHANCE HEAD DOWN TO THE MAT! CHANCE IS NO MORE CHANCE! MYRRH COVERS!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winner: Jansen Myrrh
Result: Pinfal
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winner: Jansen Myrrh
Result: Pinfal
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Danni Anderson: Oh boy…
She absently plays with her Terry Bogard-styled ponytail. The fans are accustomed to her hyperactive mannerisms, but not so much when she’s nervous. When the door to the bathroom opens, Leina Rael steps out and wipes the excess water from her hands onto her black naturally-torn denim jeans. She notices what her Mom is doing before she looks at the monitor.
Leina Rael: Sh*t. Jansen’s fired up. Beating River isn’t easy.
Danni Anderson: Yeah. She’s really, really strong. Heck, everybody in the fatal fourway is super-duper good. I dunno if I can do this.
With a slight tilt of her head, Leina raises her eyebrow. She folds her arms across her chest and huffs.
Leina Rael: Mom.
Danni Anderson: Yes, sweetie? What is it?
Leina Rael: You’re too nice!
The little lady almost shouts this. Danni is taken aback by this, her hands releasing her ponytail and letting it fall over her left shoulder. Leina sighs softly.
Leina Rael: I get it. You believe everybody deserves a chance to step up, but Mrs. Morian chose you. Do you wanna know why?
She doesn’t even wait for her Mom to answer the question.
Leina Rael: Because you are a former NFW World Heavyweight Champion! In this main event, you’re the only one who’s held the title. You are the one who dethroned Mary Matthews, the longest-reigning World Heavyweight Champion in the NFW record books! Nobody else could take the title away from her. You did. You are one of the best wrestlers this company has ever seen.
A light red hue color surfaces on the Semper Fairy’s cheeks. It’s cute when she’s a shy, modest little thing. The Cutest Little Badass walks over and stands before her mother, looking her in the eye.
Leina Rael: I know you and Auntie Morgy are best friends. You know she would be upset if you didn’t give her a hundred percent. If you pulled your punches, she’d be mad at you. She deserves the best from you, Mom.
Listening to her daughter’s words, Danni nods and offers her a sweet smile.
Danni Anderson: You’re right. I know she’s gonna give it her best. She’s been working really hard to get back here. I gotta do my best too.
The fourth-grader nods and unfolds her arms. She bounces from foot to foot to get her energy up.
Leina Rael: You’re already familiar with Dona Rotten. You were both in the Sovereign of the Frontier match for the World Heavyweight title. You know what she’s all about.
Danni Anderson: Yeahhh… I can still sorta feel the Punk-Plex onto the steel ramp…
Instinctively, Danni’s right hand shifts back to lightly massage her back. Leina visibly winces at this, but she continues to bounce.
Leina Rael: Take what you learned from that match and apply it here. You’re faster than her. Hell, you’re probably the fastest wrestler in this match. Use it to your advantage.
Then Leina stops bouncing. Danni nods and rises to her feet. She raises her hand to her hat and slightly tilts it down to cast a shadow over her eyes.
Danni Anderson: ...and then there’s… her…
Leina Rael: Yeah, that Cthulu-worshipping b*tch. You haven’t forgotten what Crowthorne’s done to you, have you?
She watches her mother shake her head slowly. A frown crosses her face as the shadow remains over her eyes, partially hiding her expression.
Danni Anderson: No. How could I ever forget? She… she tormented me.
Leina Rael: You suffered from a psuedoseizure because of her!
It was last year in August. Danielle was still medically retired at the time, but she was supporting her husband and the World Heavyweight Champion, Damon Cross. A horrifying psychological event set off many of her PTSD triggers and amplified her trauma. Milisandre Crowthorne was responsible for the “bloody” mess. Biting down on her lower lip, the Sweetheart Esper readjusts her hat and her blue eyes are filled with determination.
Danni Anderson: I remember… Morgan fought her on my behalf at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament Finals. That was when Milisandre won the Silver Mountain title from her. It wasn’t Morgan’s fault. She tried her very best. Damon wanted to step up, but he was the World Heavyweight Champion. He had his priorities. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to fight her so badly. Now that I’m finally going to be in the ring with her, I can’t let her win. If she does, I’ll never hear the end of it. E-even now, she still scares me a little… but I’m going to be brave. I have to be!
Her hands at her sides clench tightly into fists. Leina looks up to her mother and raises her right fist into the air.
Leina Rael: Then you know what you gotta do, Mom. Go out there and win! I’m right behind you!
Seeing this, Danni mirrors her daughter’s powerful gesture, and they both shout.
Danni Anderson: & Leina Rael: OOH RAH!!
Hyped up, the mother-daughter Debaillion duo make their way out of the locker room and down the hallway towards the ring!
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Jansen is in the ring and she has a microphone in her hand as her theme song finally fades out in the background. She taps on it a few times to make sure it’s turned on and then points to the Tron.
Jansen Myrrh: Give it up for Dani Anderson. While I have a short bit of respect for her as a fighter, she ain’t got the brainpower to spark an idea if her life depended on it.
There’s a mixture of laughter and booing coming from the audience as Jansen continues to try and catch her breath.
Jansen Myrrh: I ain’t said a damn thing about whatever the fuck that was that went down with the former champ. That being said, I ain’t let money get in the way of a good fight either. Whether he was upset at his pay or he wanted a bigger locker room, or maybe he wanted his own free full of ice cream bars, it don’t matter none to me. I am a little pissed that I don’t get to fight that tough bastard. See, in my mind, you ain’t champ unless you beat the champ and that champ took his smelly duffle bag and walked out of this fucking company without so much as a hint of respect to his upcoming challenger. Me.
Jim Reynolds: She’s not wrong.
Jansen Myrrh: If it were me, I would have at least done the right thing and made that final defense, win, lose or draw. Instead, now we got everyone wonder, who would have won that goddamned match? Jansen? Or the other guy? I ain’t gonna say his fucking name cause he did me dirty, but you all know who I’m talking about.
The crowd starts chanting his name.
Jansen Myrrh: Now, what they did was put together a fucking four way match to determine who’s gonna fight this bitch for that title at the upcoming show. What’s it called? It doesn’t matter. I just know it ain’t called Myrrh-der She Wrote 2. What choices to we got? First we got Dona Rotten. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a tough bitch. She’s gotta couple of screws loose, but she’s tough. We already talked about that moron Dani Anderson, so we can skip her for now. I already done beat her ass a couple of times.
Jansen smirks as she looks right into the camera.
Jansen Myrrh: I ain’t forgot about you, Crow lady. You and your little voodoo shit. I still owe you one from a couple of years ago when you tried to drown my ass. We’ve had one fight and I ain’t gonna lie to these folks, you beat me. That ain’t who I am now though. That bitch you beat then, ain’t the bitch you see here in the ring today. And then we have God Damn Morgan Payne.
There’s a mixture of reactions from the crowd.
Jansen Myrrh: She coming out here with some kind of attitude as of late. Let me tell you something, Jansen Myrrh is all attitude, lady. I feel like I ain’t been taking seriously in this company since I walked in here. They call me when they need me, but otherwise, they just throw me in some random fucking matches, but that’s okay. Gives me a chance to fight. But, now it’s time to do more than just fight. It’s time to fucking win. It’s time to fucking aim for the prize. It’s time to be the champ. Old boy didn’t want to be the champ, apparently. This bitch wants to be the fucking champ. It don’t matter who wins tonight. When they step into the ring with me and that World title is on the line, I’ll punch, kick, scratch and cheat until either I win that motherfucking thing or I die trying. I’ve said it before. My time is running out. The clock is ticking. The sand is falling. I have an expiration date. Before that happens, I will be the motherfucking champion of the goddamned world. If you don’t like it, you can go fuck yourselves.
The fans pop.
Jansen Myrrh: Now, I’m gonna grab me a goddamned chair and sit right there at ringside and see who I get to fight for the title. Gotta problem with it? Try and move me, bitch.
Jansen throws down the microphone. She hops out of the ring and pulls a steel chair from underneath. She unfolds it and walks over, setting it up next to the announce desk and plops her ass down on it, crossing her arms across her chest as she waits.
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Main Event/Fatal Fourway
Dona Rotten vs. Morgan Payne vs. Danni Anderson vs. Milisandre Crowthorne
~DING DING DING~
The four competitors stand in the ring, ready to begin. Dona hangs back in a corner, hunching forward as she watches Danni and Morgan start to talk back and forth. Strategy talk before they both look towards Milisandre and start to inch towards her. The Herald of the Great Dreamer just smiles coldly as she comes out of her corner, fully ready to take on both at the same time if that’s what it comes down to. At the last second, Morgan breaks off and makes a hard beeline for Dona. Morgan starts throwing shots, Dona starts throwing bombs back at her. Morgan hits a European Uppercut and throws Dona to the mat against the ropes. She runs off the other side and comes in with a Hesitating Dropkick, sending Dona out to the floor. Yoi, Yoi, Double Yoi!! Morgan slides out of the ring and stays on the offensive against the Scream Queen.
This leaves Danni Anderson and Milisandre Crowthorne in the ring, one on one. Danni looks outside the ring as Dona and Morgan just start brawling. She looks back at Milisandre and steels herself before the two start circling again. The Herald of the Great Dreamer and the Semper Fairy step in for a collar & elbow lockup. Danni attempts an arm wringer but Milisandre reverses out of it and takes her to the mat where she stands over her, administering a modified Wrist Lock. Crowthorne starts working Anderson’s arm, throwing elbows and going for different arm based submissions. Anderson eventually rolls across the mat to loosen up the tension in her arm and catches Crowthorne with a Cazadora rollup!!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT BY CROWTHORNE!
TWO!
KICKOUT BY CROWTHORNE!
The camera jumps outside the ring where Dona and Morgan are going absolute HAM on each other. Morgan eventually gains the upper hand, slamming Dona’s face into the commentary table. She adds a little insult to the matter by grabbing Nick Hanson’s water bottle and dunks it over Dona’s head. This sends Dona into a rage as she elbows Morgan in the ribs, causing her to back off. Morgan starts to come right back at her but Dona NAILS HER IN THE FACE WITH A FLAT SCREEN MONITOR!!! Watching from a chair at ringside, Jansen Myrrh throws up two sets of horns and cheers on the violence unfolding.
Nick Hanson: HOLY COW!!
Jim Reynolds: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Leina Rael-Anderson AYYO!!
Morgan stumbles back, holding her face as Dona charges in and just spear tackles her right into the metal barricade so hard, one side snaps loose and they wind up in the crowd. Dona shoos a fan out of his seat and asks for a chair. He gives it, she fist bumps him and nails Morgan across the back with the chair, getting a pop from the crowd.
Crowd: KICK HER FUCKING ASS, DONA!
Back inside the ring, Milisandre has maintained the offensive and has Danni in a Cobra Clutch hold, looking to put her to sleep for a win. However, Danni steps forward and runs her feet up the turnbuckle, slipping out of the clutch and drills Milisandre down to the mat with a Shiraniu!
Nick Hanson: BIG ESCAPE FROM ANDERSON!!!
Jim Reynolds: RITALIN KID’S ON FIRE TONIGHT, NICKY!
Nick Hanson: Please, don’t call her that…
Leina Rael-Anderson Yeah! Shut the f*ck up, Jimmy!!
Milisandre gets up to her feet and Danni goes for BIG-BADA-BOOM but Milisandre blocks it with her forearms, staggering Danni. Cthulhu’s Herald runs off the ropes and comes at Danni for a lariat but Danni catches her with a kick to the midsection and quickly follows up with STARS-A-DANCING (Sitout Facebuster)!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Milisandre rolls out of the ring to get a breather and staggers over to where Dona and Morgan are both catching a breath. Danni wastes no time and hops up onto the top turnbuckle.
Leina Rael-Anderson GET ‘EM, MAMA!!!!
Jim Reynolds: The hell is your mom doing?!
Danni Anderson: WEEEEEEE!!
Danni dives off the top turnbuckle to the outside with a Torpedo Plancha that takes all three opponents down!
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Danni gets to her feet and does a quick scan to see who she should go for next. She settles on Dona and rolls the Shieldmaiden into the ring. Danni follows through with a Slingshot Senton and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
TWO!
NO!
Outside the ring, Milisandre and Morgan both start recovering and their eyes meet. Milisandre stares at Morgan. Smiling. Morgan’s eyes fill with a clear cut rage at the sight of her old rival. She explodes up from the floor and rushes Milisandre like a Running Back in the playoffs and goes for Khao Loi. Milisandre sidesteps, spins and backhand chops Morgan across the chest. Morgan grimaces in pain but fires back at Crowthorne with a big right hand. The long time adversaries start trading violent shots on each other. As this goes on, Jansen Myrrh has grabbed a fan’s box of popcorn, making a show of munching on it, acting like she’s super into the match.
Nick Hanson: After so many months past, you might have expected the bad blood between these two to settle! No sir!
Leina Rael-Anderson HELL NO! SHE MADE MY MOM CRY! KICK HER F*CKING ASS, MORGAN!!!!
Milisandre catches Morgan with a spinning thrust kick to the midsection and charges in fast. Morgan catches her and–
Jim Reynolds: HOLY FUCK, GET OUTTA THE WAY!!
Nick Hanson dives for safety. Jim Reynolds, of all people, grabs Leina Rael and yanks her to the side with him as Morgan catches Milisandre with a flapjack that sends them both sprawling back through the commentary table which implodes underneath them!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!
Clap-clap-clapclapclap!
THAT WAS AWESOME!
Clap-clap-clapclapclap!
THAT WAS AWESOME!
Clap-clap-clapclapclap!
THAT WAS AWESOME!
Clap-clap-clapclapclap!
Morgan crawls to the ring apron and starts pulling herself up before digging underneath the ring and starts pulling out one…two tables!!
Inside the ring, Danni has lost the advantage to Dona who’s just laying into her with forearms and kicks. Danni goes for a Gamengiri but Dona ducks and as Danni scrambles to her feet, back facing Dona, the Scream Queen snatches her off the mat with a Saito Suplex and goes for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
T–NO!
TWO!
T–NO!
Dona gets to her feet and points to the ropes, before climbing up and watches Danni carefully. She starts looking for Toxicosis (Diving Headbutt) but Danni rolls inward, causing Dona to eat the mat. She quickly scrambles up to a vertical position and turns around right into CRACK SHOOT (Terry’s Front Flip Kick)!! Dona hits the mat but rolls over onto her hands and knees to avoid being covered so Danni goes out to the apron, waiting for the right moment. As Dona gets up to her feet, she comes in with a springboard, looking for Power Dunk (Jumping Supergirl Punch). She comes down with her fist cocked but–NO! SUPERKIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!! Dona force feeds Danni her boot and both women hit the mat again.
Outside the ring, at some point, Milisandre has regained an advantage as she slams Morgan’s shoulder into the ring post. Before that, however, Morgan has managed to stack the two tables up beside each other. Milisandre slides into the ring, holding onto Morgan’s wrist and administers a hanging armbar off the apron, around the ringpost. Morgan screams in pain, trying desperately to get free. She doesn’t manage to do that until she decides to flat out boot Milisandre in the head as the woman hangs upside down. She staggers away, shaking out her arm and slapping her shoulder. Milisandre shakes out the starts and grins again as she steps up, grabs Morgan and runs her shoulder first into the barricade again. She turns her attention back to the action inside the ring just as Dona nails Danni with the Chainsaw Kick (Inverted Shining Wizard). As soon as Dona goes for the cover though.
ONE!
T–
T–
Milisandre grabs her by the boot and yanks her out of the ring! She quickly follows up, DDTing Dona onto the padded floor. Danni makes it up to her feet, sees Milisandre and hits the ropes, going for her. Milisandre scouts it and dodges out of the way as Danni misses a Tope Suicida and SLAMS into the barricade! Danni and Dona are both down! The Herald isn’t in the clear quite yet, however, as she turns just in time for Morgan to come running and kicking off of the ring steps for–
Crowd: TASTES LIKE A TIMBALAND BOOT, BITCH!!
Morgan rolls her shoulder and grabs Milisandre, throwing her back into the ring. She climbs up to the top turnbuckle, looking for perhaps a Diving Elbow Drop. Just before she dives off, however, the lights flicker and when they come back on, ARIANRHOD is standing on the apron!! She holds her hand out, palm up and blows into it, sending a cloud of “Faerie Dust” right into Morgan’s face! The McKeesport Mauler desperately rubs at her eyes before Arianrhod shoves her off of the turnbuckle! Morgan falls, CRASHING through the tables she set up earlier!!
Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Nick Hanson: ARIANRHOD JUST CAME OUTTA NOWHERE AND IT MIGHT COST MORGAN PAYNE THIS VICTORY!!!!
Leina Rael-Anderson WHATCHU DOIN’ LILY?!?!
Jim Reynolds: NOT GOOD, GUYS!
The lights flicker again and when they return, Arianrhod disappears. Jansen Myrrh actually looks a little annoyed at what just happened and slumps back in her chair. Danni Anderson slides back in the ring, looking for the finish on Milisandre. She climbs the turnbuckle, looking for A.D.H.D. Dona makes it up to her feet, slides into the ring and runs up, looking for an Avalanche German Suplex off the top turnbuckle but Danni throws elbows back at her, fighting her off. As Dona starts to slip, Milisandre comes up from behind and hits her own Avalanche German on the Scream Queen!
ONE!
TWO!
T–
TWO!
T–
DANNI BREAKS THE PIN UP WITH A.D.H.D (Double Rotation Moonsault) onto Dona and Milisandre!! Danni hooks the leg on Dona for the cover!!
ONE!
TWO!
TH–
TWO!
TH–
Milisandre grabs Danni and yanks her off!! Danni gets up again and goes for Big-Bada-Boom once more. Milisandre, again, catches the leg and spins Danni off balance, before catching her with Path of Hastur (Abdominal Stretch Ranhei)!!! She covers!!
ONE!
TWO!
TH–
TWO!
TH–
GREEN MIST FROM DONA TO MILISANDRE!! The Herald grabs her face and rolls away, out of the ring. Danni makes it up to her feet but she doesn’t see Dona behind her, who grabs her into a Half Nelson for the PUNK-PLEX!!!! COVER!!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall, DONA…ROTTEN!!
Nick Hanson: DONA ROTTEN IS GOING TO RECKONING DAY TO WRESTLE FOR THE VACANT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!
Jim Reynolds: SHE CHEATED, NICKY!!
Nick Hanson: NO DQ, JIM!
Leina Rael-Anderson Awwwww, Mom! You’re still the best!!
Nick Hanson: What a match that was, folks! And what a match we’re gonna have at Reckoning D–Ohhhhhh man!
From ringside where Jansen Myrrh’s been sitting, That Bitch stands up and catches Dona Rotten’s gaze. The two stare each other down as the credits roll.
Winner: Dona Rotten
Result: Pinfall
Result: Pinfall
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