Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Aug 9, 2022 13:43:41 GMT -8
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Jonna Austin: Now I’ve heard the fans when they’ve messaged me, when y’all have contacted me! I’ve been gone too much for a champion, I know, and that ends as of tonight! Unless I’m severely screwed up, you will see me in this arena every single night whether I’m booked or not! When I won this title, I said I would take on whoever…I would be a proper champion and hold this title with the respect that it deserves.
Jonna began walking around the middle of the ring, the spotlight following her as she did. She hadn’t been the champion that she had promised she would be, and that was something that needed to be fixed immediately, one way or another. But she could only start with the time that she had to start the show with.
Jonna Austin: However, I haven’t been that champion. That champion would be here every single week, and that’s something I wasn’t doing. That champion would make themselves seen some way or another whether it’s an interview, a match, or time out here like I’m doing right now, and that ain’t been me here lately. That is where I apologize to each and every single fan in this arena and watching at home. That is where I apologize to the loved ones of Vlad Blackheart for not upholding this championship the way that I should have been doing the entire time.
Jonna paused again as she listened to the cheers of the fans in the arena. They weren’t something she felt she deserved, but obviously, the fans felt differently than she did. She looked around at the fans, a grin growing on her face as they chanted her name. She adjusted the belt on her shoulder and looked around at the fans, mouthing thank you to all of them.
Jonna Austin: Going home to Victoria, to see my uncle, really put some things into perspective for me. I let other things get ahead of my duty as a champion, and I won’t let that happen again. From now on, this title and you fans come before anything else! Now with that being said…the question that I’m sure is on everyone’s minds…what type of match will I choose to face “Psycho” Saoirse Macguire? I’ve given it a lot of thought…of course, I love the Snake Pit, but I just took Rei down in that and don’t want to use it again, though don’t fret because that won’t be the only time it’s seen!
Jonna grinned as she continued listening to the fans' cheers, the chants louder at the mention of her new signature match and her title defense. Her grip on the belt tightened as she brought up her next defense, and it wasn’t a gesture that went unnoticed.
Jonna Austin: At Cruel Summer 3, Saoirse and I will meet in a Barbed Wire Table Scaffold match! Yes…I went and mixed 2 matches into 1 where the only way you can win is to throw your opponent off of the scaffolding and through a barbed wire-covered table! Parents, you may not want to let your children watch the match when it happens, just a suggestion.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy Shit!
Jonna took in the “holy shit” chants from the crowd with a smirk on her face. It was the reaction she had been hoping for, but she knew that the match itself would garner even more reactions such as those chants. She glanced to her shoulder, at the title, for a second before bumping it off of her shoulder and holding it up.
Jonna Austin: /b] I will keep the Silver Mountain Championship at Cruel Summer when I go against Psycho! She’s a fierce, amazing competitor, and may the best woman win, but I don’t plan on leaving without this title! Now then, enjoy the rest of the show, and Jamie, we miss you around here!
With the shoutout to her twin sister, “Poison Girl” began to play again and the woman rolled out of the ring, the spotlight following her still. She began interacting with the fans, taking pictures with a few and signing autographs for others as she made her way to the back of the arena. She paused on the entrance stage, lifting the title in the air once more, listening to the roar of the crowd for a moment before lowering it and continuing on her way.
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Gary: Mr. Brody, I…I’m really sorry. I don’t know what to say!
Steven Brody: What else is there to say? Other than you screwed up, Gary. You screwed up, bad.
Gary hangs his head.
Gary: I know I di–
Steven Brody: Two talents, Gary. Two! They got their careers with us cut short. And before you even ask, no we can’t fix it. Authorities still haven’t located Nathaniel Dixon and Celeste Ciel has expressed no interest in resigning. And then there’s the matter with Ms. Payne’s championship contract.
Gary turns towards Morgan, lifting his hands in defense.
Gary: Hey look, I–
Morgan Payne: Don’t.
Morgan sticks her arm out with an index finger pointed right at the man.
Morgan Payne: Fucking. Don’t. You’re lucky I don’t fuckin’--
She starts to move towards Gary until Steven sticks a hand out towards her.
Steven Brody: Hey, hey. Morgan, don’t.
He pauses, slowly turning his head towards Gary again, who cowers in fear. Morgan throws her hands up and begins pacing again.
Steven Brody: Admittedly, as much as I’d like to say you deserve it. This is unacceptable, Gary. Once is bad, but forgivable. Twice begins to look problematic. Three times? Absolutely, unacceptable. You’ve caused more damage than you can even imagine.
Gary: Mr. Brody, I–
Steven Brody: Quiet!
Gary’s mouth snaps shut as Steven glares at him from across the desk before looking towards Imogen with a softer expression.
Steven Brody: Is there anything you’d like to add?
Imogen looks at Gary and tilts her head slightly. Shaking her head, she glances at Steven.
Imogen Paige: I am far too pregnant and hormonal to say anything nice or cordial. So, no. I think you said all there is to say.
Steven nods and looks back to Gary, starting to count on his fingers.
Steven Brody: Celeste Ciel. Nathaniel Dixon. Two top talent contracts were lost on account of your carelessness. Not only that but Ms. Payne here; she fought to keep this company standing so that you’d even have a job still. And what do you do? You rush through the paperwork proceedings and miss a signature on a contract that had a deadline. A deadline that is now passed. You’re lucky you hadn’t done the same on the others involved in that match. I can’t imagine how that would have turned out. Honestly, Gary. So here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to go back to Headquarters, right now. You’re going to pack up your things and don’t even bother coming into work tomorrow.
Gary looks startled.
Gary: Mr. Brody?!
Steven Brody: You’re fired. Now, get the hell out of my office.
Gary shrinks in his demeanor and looks like he’s about to break. He looks to Steven and Imogen, only receiving disappointed stares right back. A glance over to Morgan Payne shows the woman scowling at him with the fury of a thousand wolves. The Legal rep turns and hurries out of the office. Steven’s expression softens and he turns to Morgan Payne now.
Steven Brody: Morgan? I’m…I’m sorry this happened.
There’s a long pause as Morgan paces around the office. She runs her hands up her face, over her head and down her face again until…
Morgan Payne: FUCK!!!! FUCK, MOTHERFUCKER, GAHFUCKIN DAMMIT!!!!
She absolutely loses it. Kicking chairs over, punching a wall hard enough it puts a dent in the plaster. She picks up one of the chair and heaves it against the wall, smashing it against an old Dominion of Pain poster in a glass frame. Morgan lets out a rage filled scream that turns her face red and before either Steven or Imogen can say anything, she goes storming out of the office. The camera cuts to outside in the hallway, following the pissed off woman as she storms down the hall and out into the catering area. She shoves passed a couple of roster members and kicks the door open out into the loading bay where a soft humming sound makes her stop in her tracks. Morgan looks up and the camera follows her gaze to the top of a stack of wooden pallets where Arianrhod is seen sitting cross legged, rocking her head from side to side as she buffs her nails on her clothing.
Arianrhod: Such a shame what you've been told, a contract to chase after fool's gold. You focus on your turn, all while your family will burn.
The crowd gasps as they watch this on the titan tron and Morgan’s eyes go wide with realization. It dawns on her exactly what happened and she begins to tremble with rage again. Morgan turns right back around and shoves the doors open into catering, she heads back down the hall to Steven Brody’s office. She doesn’t even knock. She just lets herself right back in and walks up to the desk where Steven and Imogen Paige are. She’s seething as she manages to get the words out.
Morgan Payne: Yinz wanna fix dis? Do right by yer roster?
Despite her tantrum earlier, Steven seems calm and collected. It’s as if he understands her anger. He places his hands on the desk, folded and leans forward, looking up at Morgan.
Steven Brody: What can I do for you?
Morgan doesn’t say a word. She simply looks over at the wall where a brand new poster is hanging on the wall right beside the Dominion of Pain one she took out with a chair. On it is a visage of Vlad Blackheart in all of his confident glory. Leather jacket, sunglasses, cocky smirk with his hands up, inviting any and all comers. Below it, reads “Vlad Blackheart Memorial” with a huge Roman numeral “V” behind it. Morgan just points at the poster, drawing Steven Brody’s attention to it as he looks back at him. After a moment, Steven looks from the poster, back to Morgan and gives a half smirk with a nod.
Steven Brody: Consider it done.
Morgan drops her arm and nods in agreement to both of them. She pauses, picks up the nearest chair by her and sets it up right before calmly walking out of the office.
Nick Hanson: ...She’s entering the tournament.
Jim Reynolds: SHE’S ENTERING THE TOURNAMENT, NICKY!!!! LET’S GOOOOOO!!
Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne is entering the Vlad Blackheart Memorial!!
The scene starts to fade out as Steven looks over at the busted D.O.P poster and half shrugs to Imogen.
Steven Brody: I was meaning to get rid of that anyway.
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Match #1/Battle Royale
=Winner Enters The Perseverance Title Match At Cruel Summer=
Darcy Graves, Azurine Vebbins, Sylvia Lopez, Lorna,
Lil Juicy, Christina Olson, Haruka Fukuhara, Dona Rotten
~DING DING DING~
Darcy Graves, Azurine Vebbins, Sylvia Lopez, Lorna, Lil Juicy, Christina Olson, Haruka Fukuhara, and Dona Rotten are all in the ring and the bell sends them all into a frenzy mode on each other. Well, except for Dona who, as soon as the bell rings, she backs against the ropes, hooks her arms and rolls herself back over the top and lands on her feet on the floor. The referees at ringside look absolutely confused as she walks to and up the walkway towards the stage.
Roger Arden: DONA ROTTEN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Nick Hanson: Dona Rotten just eliminated herself, Jim!!
Jim Reynolds: What the hell?! She don’t want a title shot?!
Dona’s chuckling incredulously, shaking her head as she walks back through the tunnel and the match continues on inside the ring. Sylvia Lopez and Lorna go right for Azurine Vebbins, cornering her in a two on one and trying to force her out over the top rope. Darcy Graves obviously has the mindset of going after the biggest one in the yard so she charges Lil Juicy and starts throwing shots on him. Christina Olson goes to try and break up the two on one against Vebbins but she’s blindsided by Haruka Fukuhara who starts stomping away at her in the corner. Azurine Vebbins continues to hold onto the ropes, throwing elbows whenever she can to beat her aggressors back. Darcy and Juicy are going back and forth until Juicy gets a sloppy Big Boot on Graves and sends her back into the ropes. He runs in for a clothesline but Graves uses the man’s height and lanky build against him as she pulls the top rope down and over he goes, tumbling to the floor!
Roger Arden: LIL JUICY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Jim Reynolds: Out goes Juicy!!!
Nick Hanson: AWWW NO BAAAAAAYBAY!!!!
Jim Reynolds: Don’t you EVER fucking do that again.
Darcy runs over now and grabs Sylvia Lopez. She whips her into the opposite corner and runs in but Sylvia gets her boots up for Darcy to run right into them. Meanwhile, Azurine manages to get her feet back on the mat and shoves Lorna backwards. Lorna stumbles, steps back in and Azurine NAILS her with a big–
Jim Reynolds: SUPERKIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!
She doesn’t let Lorna hit the mat, however, and instead, catches her by the hair and throws her over the top rope. Lorna catches the rope and hits the apron, staying safe. Azurine starts trying to push Lorna off of the apron with her feet, understandably having a little bad blood towards the Lornatick. Haruka Fukuhara gets Christina Olson out onto the apron but as she runs in to knock her off, Christina rams her shoulder into Haruka’s ribs through the ropes and comes back into the ring with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! Sylvia and Darcy are trading blows back and forth. Sylvia blocks a head ram into the turnbuckle and drives her elbow back into Darcy’s nose. She grabs her by the hair and, shrieking like a Banshee, repeatedly runs her face into the padding. When she finally stops, she steps back, letting Darcy out of the corner and runs in, nailing her with a clothesline that sends her over and out.
Roger Arden: DARCY GRAVES HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Sylvia immediately runs over and grabs Azurine by the hair, yanking her down to the mat. She then reaches down and literally pulls Lorna back in under the bottom rope before she can fall. She two start stomping away on Azurine again. Across the ring, Haruka has gotten back to her feet, overpowering Christina once more. A vicious forearm sends Olson against the ropes but as Haruka runs in for a clothesline, Christina ducks and moves. Haruka hits the ropes, turns and pushes away from them but WHAM! A superkick from Olson sends her back against them and she’s seeing stars. Olson cocks back again and steps in. WHAM!!!! Another Superkick sends Haruka over and out to the floor!
Roger Arden: HARUKA FUKUHARA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Nick Hanson: So long Ice Emperor!!!
Jim Reynolds: Coulda gone either way!
Christina runs in and catches Sylvia with a backstabber, evening out the playing field. This gives Azurine the opportunity to fight back to her feet and her and Lorna start raining absolute bombs on each other. Lorna rocks Azurine with a headbutt and climbs the second turnbuckle, looking for a little something something but Azurine recovers and runs in before she can dive, catching her with the “Duperplex” (Fisherman’s Suplex from the 2nd turnbuckle). We come to a stalemate in the action now as Lorna crawls over beside Sylvia and the two reconvene. Across from them, Azurine and Christina stand side by side and it’s looking like it’s about to be a two on two fight. Christina and Azurine start talking strategy and the two explode towards the Lunatic Parade but Sylvia and Lorna meet them halfway and the fists start flying. Sylvia and Azurine get into a slug fest while Christina and Lorna trade kicks and high risk maneuvers off of the ropes. Christina gets Lorna rocked on her feet and superkicks her back into the ropes but Lorna holds on. As Christina runs in, Lorna dips down and back body drops Christina into the air, over the top rope!! Olson lands on the apron but before she can steady herself, Lorna launches back into a pelee kick that sends her down to the floor!
Roger Arden: CHRISTINA OLSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!
Jim Reynolds: Ohhh noooooooo!!!!!!
Nick Hanson: Out goes Olson!! We’re down to three and things aren’t looking good for Vebbins!
Jim Reynolds: CHRISSY WAKE UP!!! I DON’T LIKE THIS!!!! CHRISSY WAKE UP!!!
Nick Hanson: Don’t you EVER do that again.
Jim Reynolds: Fuck you, Nicky!
Sylvia and Lorna both grin as they slowly close in on Azurine like a pair of giggling hyenas. Vebbins knows she’s in a bind right now so what does she do? She fights like a madwoman! She explodes forward and blasts Sylvia with a forearm to the face. She kicks Lorna in the midsection. She catches Sylvia with another forearm. She nails Lorna with a discus clothesline. She shoots for a Superkick to Sylvia but Sylvia catches her foot spins her around and rocks her with a European Uppercut! She grabs Vebbins and throws her over the top rope but Vebbins lands on the apron again, getting to her feet. Lorna and Sylvia run in to knock her off but Vebbins catches them both with a shoulder ram to the midsection! She grabs them both by the heads and BONK! Knocks them together in a comical moment that gets the crowd laughing. Lorna and Sylvia stumble back and Azurine comes back into the ring with a Springboard Missile Dropkick. One boot for each of the Lunatic Parade and sends them to the mat!! She wastes no time in trying to even the playing field out as she grabs Sylvia and starts trying to force her over the top rope. Meanwhile, Lorna rolls out under the bottom rope to the floor.
Jim Reynolds: What the hell’s that Lornatick doing, Nicky?
Nick Hanson: Well, she’s not eliminated! You gotta go over the top rope for that to—oh hang on now!
The crowd reacts in boos and horror as Lorna pulls a barbed wire two by four out from under the ring and slides back inside. Azurine almost has Sylvia out when Lorna comes in and cracks her over the back with it! Azurine lets go of Sylvia and steps away from the ropes. Lorna whallops her with the two by four again. She gives her a third crack right over the head, opening Vebbins up just a little bit and sending her back against the ropes. Sylvia and Lorna both take the piece of wood and use it like a horizontal battering ram as they run in and clothesline Vebbins over the top rope. She hits the floor and the ref immediately goes to check on her.
Roger Arden: AZURINE VEBBINS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Jim Reynolds: So long, ya Adorkable goofball!
Nick Hanson: But now this leaves just two competitors left and they’re both the Lunatic Parade!
Sylvia and Lorna slowly separate as they come to the center of the ring. They stare each other down, looking around them at the audience. The crowd’s waiting for the two to go at each other when suddenly Lorna drops the two by four and kicks it out of the ring. Just when it looks like they’re about to start circling up, Lorna turns, approaches the ropes and dips forward, over the top rope and lands gracefully with her feet on the floor.
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: LORNA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!! Therefore, your winner, entering the Perseverance Championship match at Cruel Summer…THE BELLEVUE BANSHEE…SYLVIA LOPEZ!!!!!
Lorna bounces up and down, clapping her hands and pointing at her tag partner as if to tell the crowd “hey look, she won! My friend won!” She slides back into the ring and the two proceed to take each other’s hands, dancing around in a circle like a couple of psychotic schoolgirls.
Nick Hanson: I can’t believe what we just saw! Did their plan work out how they intended?! I think it did!
Jim Reynolds: They might be loony but they’re crafty!!
Just then, as Sylvia’s music plays, Azurine Vebbins is dejectedly making her way up to the stage when General Manager, Jessica Clarkson-Morian comes out with a microphone.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Hold on, now! Hold on!
Nick Hanson: It’s the boss!
Jim Reynolds: I’ve never worked for someone young enough to be my daughter. This shit is whack.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Hi Chicago!! How are y’all, this evening?
Jessie waves to the crowd who pop in return.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Y’all doing alright? Look, I don’t mean to come out here and take up too much time. I just had to come out and square some business away. Lorna? I can’t help but notice how you and Azurine, y’all don’t seem to like each other much. That right?
Inside the ring, Lorna and Sylvia giggle as Lorna just tilts her head with a big smile. Azurine looks more than a little upset at how things turned out.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: That’s too bad. Y’all seem like you’d get along great. Maybe. No?
She looks around at the crowd for confirmation and they wholeheartedly disagree. Jessie pouts a little.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Well darn. Alright then, I guess all that’s left to do is see to it that y’all get to hash things out the way Mr. Brody intended it to be done. So, I’m gonna try and make my predecessor, Mr. Callaway, super proud! Hey, Azurine! How’s you honey? Don’t be upset. Turn that frown upside down. You like to dance, right?
Azurine hears this and seems interested. She shrugs and nods. Oh, she absolutely likes to dance! Jessie smiles and nods.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Good! Because I’m here to invite both you and Ms. Lorna here to the party in two weeks. The Beach Party at Cruel Summer!
Crowd: Oooooooooohhhh!!
Nick Hanson: Uh-ohhhhhh!! That sounds familiar!
Jim Reynolds: What’s she doing?!
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Two weeks, y’all. August 24th. Cruel Summer in Cancun, Mexico! Lorna and Azurine Vebbins! One on one!
She pauses, trying to practice her build for anticipation.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Beach Party Deathmatch.
The crowd goes wild. Lorna’s eyes go wide and she looks like she’s just heard the greatest news in the world. Azurine Vebbins pounds a fist into her hand, equally excited over the news before pointing at Lorna telling her they’re about to dance the night away.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I’m glad y’all like that news! Y’all enjoy the rest of the show!
Jessie goes back through the tunnel as the crowd continues popping and we cut away.
Winner: Sylvia Lopez
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Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: How we gonna explain to him that the sweet little Faerie Lady ain’t so sweet no more?
Shawn just stares at Cameron in shock and Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: I mean, if you got an idea on this one, I'm all ears but I’m fresh out. I ain’t got no clue how you explain to him that she ain’t just feelin’ pranky or nothin’.
Shawn nods slowly.
Shawn Worley: You ain’t be thinkin’ she’s gonna try and get his dander up, do ya?
Cameron almost laughs.
Cameron Worley: Ain’t nobody wanna see Bubba mad like that, Man. Not even whatever ya call Dark Ass Faerie Lady.
Shawn nods.
Shawn Worley: So we just get ready for the Foundation and pray?
Cameron nods knowingly.
Cameron Worley: Pretty much. We’ll have to do damage control after but…
Shawn Worley: Shit, this ain’t gonna be pretty…
Cameron shakes his head.
Cameron Worley: We’ll find a way to calm him down. Find us a pettin’ zoo or somethin’.
Shawn Worley: Yeah, alright. Foundation, here we come. Gonna be time for some shit, I;’d imagine with them.
Cameron shrugs.
Cameron Worley: Anyone willin’ to pair up with Crystal Hilton... yeah, bet.
Shawn Worley: Shit…
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Match #2/Tag Team
The Foundation vs. The Cornbread Mafia
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Brett and Shawn start out and Brett quickly takes over. The Foundation works over Shawn and then throw him into the corner, bouncing him off the turnbuckles. Shawn stumbles out after impact and the Foundation catch him for a flapjack. Shawn hits hard and Flint covers.
ONE!
TWO!
SHAWN KICKS OUT!
TWO!
SHAWN KICKS OUT!
The Foundation gives him a backbreaker/diving elbow combination and Brett covers.
ONE!
TWO!
CAMERON MAKES THE SAVE!
TWO!
CAMERON MAKES THE SAVE!
Cameron and Flint start fist fighting as Shawn pulls Brett into an inside cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
BRETT KICKS OUT!
TWO!
BRETT KICKS OUT!
Brett gets Shawn in the balls and then dives at the back of Cameron’s knee. Flint drops an elbow to the back of Cameron’s head. The Foundation dumb Cameron to the floor and then drop down to run him into the ring post. Shawn comes running over and leaps out onto the Foundation on the floor. Shawn goes back in and waves them to come on. Brett dives into the ring and Shawn catches him for a hurricanrana. Shawn covers.
ONE!
TWO!
FLINT MAKES THE SAVE!
TWO!
FLINT MAKES THE SAVE!
Cameron climbs back into the ring and knocks down Flint before the Mafia hits the Deer Hunter on Brett. Shawn covers.
ONE!
TWO!
FLINT BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
FLINT BREAKS IT UP!
Cameron gets tossed over the top and then the Foundation waits for the referee to go check on Cameron before hitting Shawn with an object. As the referee comes back in, they hit Shawn with Abra-Cadaver. Brett covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winner: The Foundation
Result: Pinfall
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winner: The Foundation
Result: Pinfall
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The sounds of waves lapping against stone fade in on a black screen. Then the video emerges from the blackness. The scene is an old, worn-down temple to some unknown deity to a long forgotten religion. Through the empty windows, the sea stretches out to the horizon. One half of the NFW Tag Team Champions sits on a stone altar, Milisandre Crowthorne. Her dyed blonde hair hangs around her head in damp tendrils.
Milisandre Crowthorne: We have been quiet since Reckoning Day. The night He told me to step into a void. I listened. That night Unnatural Forces became a force. We shed the weakness. The weight that was holding us back. The night I proved that, through Him, anything is possible.
Milisandre paused. She sat there, staring at the stone floor, listening to the waves lightly batter the outside of the temple.
Milisandre Crowthorne: I fought against Danni Anderson in a grueling match. I gave my all, enforcing His designs. Then, as Abigal walked passed me, He spoke to me. Told me to go with her. Follow her. Fight beside her.
Finally, Milisandre looks up. But not with her head. Just her eyes raise from the floor to look into the camera.
Milisandre Crowthorne: Though I was tired, almost exhausted, I obeyed. I went out with my tag partner and we defended the titles.
She chuckles slightly.
Milisandre Crowthorne: Now we have new challengers. The Foundation comes to assail us. They come to claim what He has said to be ours. But they are at a disadvantage. They have made a mistake.
Milisandre lifts her head finally. She throws it back as she cackles loudly. The sound rebounding and reverberating in the Temple. The haunting sound echoes to silence almost half a minute after she stops.
Milisandre Crowthorne: You come to us at Cruel Summer. The only NFW event to be held on a beach. Next to the ocean. If we can defeat one of the top former champions when I was exhausted, think of what we can do when I am whole. When I am near to His domain.
She grins wickedly at the camera. Her eyes seemed to faintly glow a light blue.
Milisandre Crowthorne: Soon. Soon we shall see if The Foundation can withstand the Unnatural Forces.
Milisandre lowers her head again. She returns her focus to the stone floor. As she spoke, in the distance behind her, a storm rolled in from the sea. A flash of lightning flashes brightly a split second before a loud peal of thunder visibly shakes the stones. The scene fades just as rain starts to fall.
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Match #3/Singles
Kosnar vs. Damon Cross
~ DING DING DING ~
Cross gives Kosnar a once over, shuffling towards him in the middle of the ring before attempting to lock up! The six foot ten behemoth doesn’t make it easy for the light heavyweight however, pushing him off with the simplest of shoves! Cross looks up at Kosnar, a grimace lining his face as he gets back to his feet to try and plan his next move! He rushes Kosnar again, with the big man attempting to ward him off with a Lariat! But Cross ducks underneath it, hitting the ropes and flying at him with a Forearm! To the surprise of most, this is enough to rock Kosnar, who stumbles back a bit from the shot! Cross sees an opportunity to take Kosnar off his feet, hitting the ropes again to rock him with a second shot! But Kosnar shuts this down quickly, intercepting his attempts with a Shoulder Block! He gets Cross to his feet, driving him straight back down to the mat with a Powerslam! Kosnar with the pin!
ONE…!
TWO…!
Kick out by Cross! Kosnar grabs Cross from around his neck, pulling up to his feet before lifting him up for a Spinebuster! But Cross reverses, looking for a DDT as Kosnar goes for the lift! Kosnar manages to keep his balance, pushing Cross off of him! Cross stays persistent however, rushing back towards Kosnar and hitting him with another Forearm! Kosnar staggers back now, this time faltering into the ropes! Cross looks to take advantage of this, running in for an attack against the ropes on him! But he manages to get out of dodge, leaving Cross to hit the ropes on his own! He catches Cross as he bounces off the ropes, getting him in position before attempting to hit him with a German Suplex! Cross lands on his feet off this however, landing a Kick to the side of the head of a now seated Kosnar! This does very little to affect him however, as he slowly gets back to his feet and goes for Cross with a Lariat! Cross ducks underneath it however, immediately rushing to take Kosnar’s ankle with a Chop Block! Kosnar clutches the leg off the shot, leaving an opening for Clothesline from Cross! This shot gets him even more than others, with the earlier shot to the leg throwing him even more off balance! Cross sees an opportunity, taking to the second rope before leaping off and catching Kosnar with a Tornado DDT!
Kosnar hits the mat for the first time in this match, much to the delight of the fans in attendance! This catches the attention of Daedalus and Pisces, who come to the aid of Kosnar, hopping onto the apron to berate the official just as Cross goes for the pin! Cross sees all this, beginning to approach the apron to ward them off! However this becomes unnecessary for him, with Juan and Javier Cortez coming through to pull them from the apron! The two sides get into it right away, with the referee unable to contain any of the chaos happening at ringside! Cross decides to pay no mind to this, turning around to direct his attention back to Kosnar! This decision a moment too late however, with Kosnar rushing him with a Shoulder Block! He immediately exits the ring following this, joining the fight against La Lealtad with his fellow Astro Creeps! The official is still unable to contain the chaos with Cross now joining the fray in the form of a Suicide Dive! Daedalus is able to get out of dodge however, with Cross fixing his eyes straight toward him as the chase ensues! This is too much for the official by this point, who throws out the match entirely!
~ DING DING DING ~
Despite the bell ringing, the fighting continues, with Cross chasing Daedalus to the back. The Cortez’s get to their feet with Pisces and Kosnar, with the two sides continuing to fight as we fade out!
Winner: N/A
Result: No Contest
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Without getting an immediate answer, the door opens and on the other side of it is Lorna who is dressed in her usual pastel-colored attire and hair with her painted face grinning from ear to ear as if she's up to something. She slowly walks through the doorway with her hands behind her back clearly hiding something.
Lorna: Hi, I've been saving this moment tonight for after we both wrestle. I've heard recently that you have a day coming up that is special. If it's true what I've heard them say, you are soon to celebrate your birthday?
Lopez stares at her tag team partner quizzically for a few moments before slowly nodding her head.
Sylvia Lopez: Yes! It is Sylvia’s birthday soon! Why?!
Lorna slowly approaches, taking a few steps closer to Sylvia with her arms still behind her back as she does so.
Lorna: My previous attempt at a gift was of no avail, but hopefully this time, my plan will not fail.
Lorna then pulls what she was hiding out from behind her back and it's a box wrapped up in what looks like paper from posters she pulled off the walls in the back, some ribbon around the box made from what appears to be several foil hamburger wrappers taped together, and in place of a bow, is an actual turnbuckle from the spare parts leftover from the ring assembly crew. It looks absolutely atrocious, but Lorna hands it to her tag partner with the utmost pride in her work.
Lopez stares at the gift being presented to her before finally reaching out and accepting it. She then proceeds to tear the “wrapping paper” off of it like a puppy tearing up its owner's couch before smiling wide. Lifting it up for the camera to see, we can see that it’s… a dictionary.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia loves it! She will treasure it forever! Thank you, Lorna!
Lorna smiles and nods while clapping her hands and letting a small giggle escape.
Lorna: From what I have seen, lest understanding is blurred, you like to read many written words. Which word you like most, that wasn't so clear, but no matter the word, it's in this book here.
Smiling and feeling proud of what she perceived as a clever accomplishment while not knowing exactly what to get her new friend, Lorna also rocks forward and back on her feet to express the joy in her gift's acceptance.
Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia does like to read! Her favorite book is Dante’s Inferno! Sylvia promises to read this gift from cover to cover!
Lopez then awkwardly steps closer to Lorna and gives her a very quick hug, something the Bellevue Banshee doesn’t normally do.
Lorna doesn't even have time to hug Sylvia back, but appreciates the gesture. She then just keeps smiling knowing that although the gift wrapping was very discount and thrown together, the gift itself was money well spent.
Lorna: I'm happy you've accepted my gift so surely. I decided to present it tonight, though early. I hope all others celebrate with you when the time comes. One of your favorite birthdays I hope it becomes!
Lorna then waves goodbye and then takes her leave while Lopez puts her early birthday gift into her duffel bag as we cut elsewhere.
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Match #4/Singles
Arianrhod vs. Big Bubba Thompson
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Bubba walks over and tries to say “Hi” only for Arianrhod to kick him in the knee and then jump into a knee strike. Bubba staggers back and Arianrhod runs across the ring. She rebounds off the far ropes and comes back for an attempt at a big lariat. Bubba catches her and swings into a sidewalk slam almost by accident, complete with a cover he didn’t even mean to attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
ARIANRHOD GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
ARIANRHOD GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Bubba sits up, looking around in confusion and Arianrhod gets up behind him. She starts to kick him and then gets him for Bedlam. She covers.
ONE!
TWO!
BUBBA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
BUBBA KICKS OUT!
Bubba starts up and Arianrhod hooks him, looking for the Dreaming. Bubba throws her off. Arianrhod hits hard and Bubba just stands there looking bewildered. Arianrhode runs by him, turns and goes for a chop block on him. Bubba staggers, frowning in confusion and grimacing in pain. Arianrhod jumps into a kick and then chop blocks him again. Bubba falls to one knee and she hits the Dreaming. She covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
BUBBA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
THR-NO!
BUBBA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Arianrhod waits for him to stagger up and delivers a discus forearm. She jumps into an attempt at a guillotine but Bubba just falls forward and she gets smashed underneath him.
ONE!
TWO!
ARIANRHOD KICKS OUT!
TWO!
ARIANRHOD KICKS OUT!
Bubba rolls over and Arianrhod kicks at his leg some more. She goes for a heel hook and pulls until Bubba almost screams from the pain. He taps out and the referee calls for the bell.
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Arianrhod releases her grip and then gets a mischievous grin on her face as she grabs his leg again. Before she can really sink the hold in again, River Chance races to the ring. Arianrhod gets up and the two start swinging on each other, hammering away before security pulls them apart. River tries to get loose and just as she’s about to, the lights go out. When they come back on, Arianrhod has disappeared, only her maniacal laughter coming over the arena’s PA system can be heard to evince she was ever there. River checks on Bubba, while looking around for anyone else, the laughter continuing on behind her.
Winner: Arianrhod
Result: Pinfall
Result: Pinfall
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Nick Hanson: Welcome back everyone to NFW Coll…
Before he can finish the lights go out and a voice is heard over the speakers.
DISORDER!
CHAOS!
ANARCHY!
NOW THATS FUN!
CHAOS!
ANARCHY!
NOW THATS FUN!
“Chaos is my life” by The Exploited starts to blast out the speakers as the lights go out and the boos start up again as Johnny Towers along with the rest of the Townsend firm are seen walking through the scared fans, Towers looking in a particularly foul mood.
Nick Hanson: What the hell is he doing here, he isn't booked for a match.
Jim Reynolds: You gonna tell the man he can’t be here?
Nick Hanson: No way I value my life, thanks.
It's not long before Towers and company get to the ring and are pacing around soaking in the hate from the crowd till Towers raises a microphone to his mouth.
Johnny Towers: CUT MY MUSIC MOTHER FUCKER!
Nick Hanson: Not in a good mood, well when is he ever?
Jim Reynolds: You said you value your life yet you talk shit, maybe be quiet and he wont cheer himself up by beating you up Nick.
The music fades out and the boos cascade harder on the people in the ring.
Johnny Towers: You know you would not fucking think that it would be this hard to pick a fight in a wrestling company but yet here I am, heading towards the pay per view which is tailor fucking made for me and yet I have no opponent because none of you daffy cunts in the back have STEPPED UP!
Towers paces around the ring more, sticking his middle finger up at the fans and up the ramp.
Johnny Towers: I WANT A FUCKING FIGHT! Honestly this is gonna be weird but i gotta give Damon Cross props, at least when i called his ass out he didnt drag his fucking feet about it. He came out and did something about it, now I set a challenge for any of you wankers and not even a fucking tweet of acknowledgement my way, so i tell you all what I am not going to fucking move from this spot till I get someone out here that has the balls to step up to me because I have had enough of all your shit. GIVE ME A FIGHT!
He stands there holding his arms up for a moment staring up the ramp.
Johnny Towers: COME ON MOTHER FUCKERS! SOMEONE! ANYONE!
The crowd goes silent for a moment, with no one having heard the music that’s now playing over the speakers before. Everyone stands in confusion, eventually cut into with the letters ”L B I C showing on the titantron. The crowd eventually crescendos into a wave of cheers, as Kai Morgan’s name appears on the tron.
Jim Reynolds: There’s no way…
Just as the music starts to take off, Kai Morgan exits the entry tunnel and onto the stage, his eyes fixed on Johnny Towers in the ring, staring daggers through him.
Nick Hanson: IT IS, JIM! IT IS!
Jim Reynolds: We haven’t seen Kai Morgan here on the red brand since he came to give Towers shit over that molotov incident in Zion!
Nick Hanson: And how fitting is it that his first visit back to the brand he started his NFW career on, is yet another confrontation with the Ultra-Violent Anarchist?!
Kai appears to a massive ovation from the Chicago crowd. Adorned with a leather jacket, and his hair cut down for the first time in what feels like forever, he looks like an entirely different person. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, the sounds of his hometown band I Prevail playing behind him. Despite the fans' attempts to get his full attention, the most he gives them in return is a few absent-minded slaps on the hand. It’s clear that his full focus is on the man in the ring, with Kai unable to keep his eyes off of Towers his entire way there. He eventually makes it into the ring as the music fades. The two stare each other down, Kai looking unquestionably serious, whilst all Towers can do is grin and chuckle at the potential prospect he gets to victimize. Kai gives Towers a once over, still not saying a word to the man. It becomes clear that Towers is getting restless, raising the microphone to his lips to say something. Kai quickly snatches it from him however, letting out two words that, if rumors are true, are the first he’s said in over a week.
Kai Morgan: You’re…on!
Kai presses the microphone to Towers’ chest, letting it drop in front of him as he exits the ring.
Nick Hanson: Well…Towers asked for a challenge. And if I’m not mistaken, I think he’s found himself one!
Jim Reynolds: With everything that Kai Morgan has been through since leaving the red brand, I think Towers may have bitten off more than he can chew here! That looks like one pissed off motherfucker, Nicky!
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Leah mouths off with Roger Arden before grabbing the microphone out of his hand. Leah then rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and immediately addresses the hard cam side of the audience.
Leah: I’m about to make this short and sweet because I don’t get paid by the hour. I’m about to make quick work of this fake ass “legend” whose lost the big strap more times than she can feasibly count.
Again, the crowd despise Leah’s comments as they attempt to drown out her talking.
Leah: I’m here to address the elephant in the room. That bitch, Jansen Myrrh, thinks she's hot shit. She thinks she’s calling all the shots. Myrrh sets us up in a dog collar match for her NFW World Heavyweight Title like it’s supposed to scare me. Then she wants to threaten me with the introduction of a special guest “enforcer” to the match but she wants to keep it a secret. You don’t scare me, Jan. All you’re doing is showing me… no the world, that you’re just a scared little bitch that needs to put obstacles between me and you to even dream of retaining that belt.
I know you better than you know yourself, Jan. We were best friends for more than a minute and I got to see the Myrrh these supposed fans never got to see. I got to see the doubting Myrrh, the less than confident Myrrh, the Myrrh that didn’t just cast everyone else away. Me, on the other hand, have nothing but confidence in the fact that no matter what obstacles you try to put between us that I’m walking out with that strap of yours. I’m so confident in fact that I’m willing to put it all on the line. Listen closely, Myrrh. Make this match between us as violent as you want. Invite anyone you want into this match. You forget, I’ve got friends too. When I beat you, I get that NFW World Heavyweight Title. You win…
Leah pauses to chuckle to herself.
Leah: In the very unlikely event that you get one over on me, I’m done. I’ll walk away from NFW. Consider my contract dead because if I can’t beat “That Bitch” then why do I even deserve a spot on this roster. I’m gonna fuck you up, Jan, just like I’m about to do Crystal.
Leah Aguero throws the microphone down and waits for the arrival of her opponent.
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Main Event/Singles
Leah Aguero vs. Crystal Zdunich
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Leah and Crystal just start fighting, Crystal letting her inner Detroit come out while Leah lets her
wrong side of Chicago shine on through. They bludgeon each other until Leah gets a roundhouse kick in and follows with some Muay Thai knee strikes. Crystal goes down and Leah covers.
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
Leah goes to mount Crystal and gets rolled into an inside cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
LEAH KICKS OUT!
TWO!
LEAH KICKS OUT!
The two get up and Crystal gets an O’Connor roll.
ONE!
TWO!
LEAH KICKS OUT!
TWO!
LEAH KICKS OUT!
Crystal is propelled into the ropes. She bounces back and eats an axe kick. Leah goes up to the top and comes off with Leah Rising, holding for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
Crystal tries for another cradle but Leah reverses and they kick out with no count made. The two get to their feet and Crystal hits the Flashing Lights. She covers.
ONE!
TWO!
LEAH KICKS OUT!
TWO!
LEAH KICKS OUT!
They get up and Leah hooks her up for Drop The Bomb.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winner: Leah Aguero
Result: Pinfall
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winner: Leah Aguero
Result: Pinfall
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Leah’s music is cut short, Jansen Myrrh marches onto the stage. She has the World Heavyweight Championship.
Jansen Myrrh: Nice to see that you didn’t embarrass the fuck out of yourself. I bet you got some questions about the special enforcer that’ll be showing up to handle this match between us. Like I said, I ain’t dragging this shit out. Whoever fucking wins, the loser can just fuck off. Ain’t gonna let some 125 pound referee fuck this up.
Leah yells at her from the ring to get on with it, asking who’s the ref.
Jansen Myrrh: Shut your big fat fucking mouth for once. The champ is talking.
The crowd ooos as Leah flips off Jansen.
Jansen Myrrh: You wanna know who’s coming?
Leah nods her head. Jansen starts to point to the Tron, but then changes her mind.
Jansen Myrrh: You know what? I’ll tell you next week. Until then, go fuck yourself.
Jansen throws down the microphone as “King Freak” begins to play across the arena. She flips off Leah, who returns the favor as the show comes to a close.
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