NFW Collision #38 - Salt Lake City, UT - 05/14/2019!

Ozzy Osbourne's "Let Me Hear You Scream" plays over the introduction reel of NFW superstars posing before the camera. Wrapping the vignette up, are the current champions.

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

- Standing in front of a worn looking Canadian flag, Max LeBrun of The Resistance and Candi Broduer stand, tall and proud under a dim, white light. On her shoulder, Candi displays the Women's Television Championship belt.

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

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

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

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

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

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



We are taken inside of Salt Lake City, Utah's Vivint Smart Home Arena as the camera sweeps across the packed arena, showing the fans with their signs and t-shirts.

SALT LAKE AINT SALTY ABOUT NFW!

TRUE WARRIOR BOUT ROUND 2!

DARTH GANJA IS SMOKIN!
~Sign Flip~
NO REALLY!

HOP ALONG SISTERS CASSIDY!



As the crowd starts their NFW chant and the camera sweeps across, over to the commentary table, we are given a much different greeting by Nick Hanson and James Reynolds than normal. Rather than the usual view of Reynolds kicked back lazily and Hanson all smiles, both men are sitting forward in their chairs with their hands up to their headsets.

HANSON
"Hey! Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Nick Hanson and James Reynolds here! Welcome to New Frontier Wrestling! We hate to rush through our usual greeting but it appears just as we went on the air, something's broken out backstage! Let's see if we can take a look!”

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As soon as Nick Hanson finishes speaking, the cameras jump to the backstage area. All out HELL has broken loose backstage as members of the Elite and Bullet Club are locked in a backstage brawl. More specifically, it's The Young Bucks and Kota Ibushi, violently mixed up with Bad Luck Fale and the Guerrillas of Destiny. The two tag team units are squared off while Kota and Fale exchange furious blows with Kota tries to shield his head from the massive Underboss at the same time. Security and referees clamor to try and get the six men separated into their respective units and put an end to the brawl. Just as they finally do, a booming voice is heard yelling over the mixture of others shouting back and forth.

"HEY, HEY, HEY!!!! ENOUGH!!! I SAID ENOUGH!!!!!" Steven Brody, Commissioner of NFW and General Manager for the Men's Roster, comes storming into the frame. Scowling angrily as he gets right up in the face of Bullet Club. He knows more than likely they started it. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Gang Warfare wasn't enough?! You won!! What the hell more do you assholes want?!"

"HAH!! Whooaaaaaa whooaaaaaa whoaaaaaa." Tama Tonga throws his hands up in mockery at Steven Brody. "Big bad boss man rollin' up with the names! Ain'chu 'sposed to have respect for your roster? Can't be talkin' to us like that." Bad Luck Fale smirks at Tama Tonga's quip. Tanga Loa laughs and slaps his bro on the back.

Steven Brody throws back the folds of his suit jacket and places his thumbs inside his belt. "No, no, I can't. You're absolutely right. I do apologize. But you know what I can do?" He turns to where Bullet Club are on one side of him and The Elite are on the other side. He points to both sides and thumbs over his shoulders. "All of you. Get the hell out of the arena!"

Both sides suddenly begin clamoring to get a word in to Steven Brody. The Commissioner, fuming still, throws his hands up beside his head and shouts to silence them. "STOP!! I SAID ENOUGH!!"

"Steve, man!" Matt Jackson says, thumbing over to Kota Ibushi beside him and his brother, Nick. "Kota's got a tag match tonight!"

Steven Brody turns directly to The Elite. The look on his face says he's had it up to his limit with all of the wild antics going on between the two sides. "Matt. With all due respect? Tough shit. I've warned all of you about conducting yourselves under our banner. You don't like it? Go talk it up with Harold. Now, I want the six of you out of here in twenty minutes. If you're still here, your asses are suspended until further notice. You three! I believe your locker room is that way." He looks to the Elite and points down the hall. "You three, yours is that way." He looks to Bullet Club and points in the opposite direction. "Go to your rooms, get your shit, get the Hell. Out. NOW!!!!" Both sides throw their hands up in defeat and move off screen, leaving Steven Brody to look back and forth at them before looking to the floor and rubbing his forehead in exhaustion. "Christ.... It's gonna be a long night...." He mutters as he steps off screen and the scene switches back to ringside.

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Back at ringside, we see Nick Hanson and James Reynolds sitting at the table. For once, James has his sunglasses off and motions to their monitors, staring right at it as he speaks to Nick.

REYNOLDS
"What the fuck just happened, there?"

HANSON
"Agh...I think we just saw it, Jim. Steven Brody just ejected half of Bullet Club and half of The Elite right out of the building! He has warned about the roster conducting themselves professionally."

REYNOLDS
"But this is wrestling, Nicky! Shit like this happens all the time!"

HANSON
"Ehhh you're right but it usually goes down in the ring or at ringside. It's kinda frowned upon to throw down backstage unless it's sanctioned."

REYNOLDS
"Meh. Technicalities. So what's up fuckers! Hope all you milfs had a Happy Mother's Day! How 'bout you, Nicky?"

HANSON
"I called my mother, yes. But I usually call her at least once a week, to talk."

REYNOLDS
"No, dude. I don't care about what you did for your mom on Mother's Day. I'm saying don't you care that all the moms watching us had a Happy Mother's Day?"

HANSON
"Ah...well, of course I do! What's that gotta do with any of this, though? And be nice to my mother! She invited you over for Christmas that one year when Darlene kicked you out of the house!"

REYNOLDs
"Ehhhhhh fuck that bitch."

Nick Hanson's eyes go wide and he starts to turn on James Reynolds with an uncharacteristic look of rage on his face.

REYNOLDS
"Darlene. Not your mom. Your mom's a very nice lady!"

HANSON
"Yeah, I thought that's what you were gonna say."

REYNOLDS
"And? Fuck were you gonna do if it wasn't?"

HANSON
"You know, I think Cherry Addams is here, tonight with her dad. I bet she'd love to come join us for commentary."

James Reynolds immediately switches his demeanor and looks directly to the camera.

REYNOLDS
"Well, we thank you for joining us, ladies and gentlemen! We've got some great matches in store for you, tonight! Doesn't look like we get to see Bullet CLub and the Elite but that leaves us six more and we're kicking things off with the Women's Division! We've got Kimi Smalls versus the debuting Aurora Riley, folks! Let's take it back to Kimi and see what she has to say about facing some new blood in the business!"

HANSON
"Did you just steal my schtick?"

REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky! Don't you threaten me with Cherry again!"

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We cut to a hallway backstage where Kimi Smalls is sparring against her twin brother Kyle. Josh Davidson steps into the scene to ask them a few questions.

"Here I am joining Kimi Smalls who is getting ready for her match tonight against the debuting Aurora Riley. With her, of course, is her brother Kyle," he paused as each of the twins acknowledged him with a smile, all while not breaking up their routine. "Now if I may before I ask you anything about your match, Kimi... Can I ask for any sort of update on our Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver? She's been on Twitter here and there, but otherwise, no one has really heard from her since Gang Warfare."

Kyle side-eyed the backstage interviewer, "first of all, to answer the question I know that you are too classy to ask, she isn't mad or upset with you in any way. It's just that this whole thing with Lara has really taken a toll on her, and she just wanted to get away from everything. That's all we're going to say on the subject."

Kimi nodded, "she's been with Ace, actually going to EWC shows. She's going to be just fine and you'll be seeing her again in NFW very soon. You see, Josh, for some reason people tend to assume that Shelley is fragile and whenever she gets emotional, she'll continue to take things too far and throw a ton of fits, but that's not the case. I've learned from her and now I deal with things the same way that she does. Get your feelings out and walk away from the situation. If the other person keeps pressing, just beat their ass in the ring," she shrugged with a grin.

"Those are very good words to live by," Josh smiled, nodding. "Much healthier than what I see going around social media in general. So onto the real reason I'm here, do you have any thoughts for your match against newcomer Aurora Riley tonight?"

"She's hella fine," Kyle chimed in, licking his lips.

Kimi rolled her eyes, "Yes, she's pretty, but that's just on the surface. Just like me, she's of average build, so I can't really make any sort of comments one way or the other there. This type of match actually became my bread and butter in the past. New girl comes in, and there is a damn good chance that she's all talk. I took them out one by one. More than 95% of dem bitches decided that they couldn't hack it just by talkin' smack, so they turned around and hightailed their perfect asses back to the world of modeling. Something tells me that Aurora isn't in the 5% of bitches, like Morgan Payne. And that's okay. You can't all be. So tonight, Aurora Riley gets to go out there and show New Frontier exactly what she's made up. If she can back up her adorable threats on Twitter? Good. I prefer the reputation that I get from beating a bitch who's actually a challenge to me and can put on a good match. You know, like when I lost to Morgan just over a month ago in El Paso? I didn't look bad losing."

"We looked damn good when we beat Alex Brody and Chris Jericho a while back, though," Kyle gave her a playful punch in the arm, reminding her of their fire start in the company.

"He's right," Josh nodded, "you've got nothing to be ashamed of, Kimi. You're bubbling under to eventually be one of the top stars in the company. Just you wait."


"Oh, I know," Kimi grinned. "Aurora Riley, I assure that it's nothing personal. You're just in my way." She turned away from the camera to work more intently with her brother.

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[MATCH #1. SINGLES MATCH - WOMEN'S DIVISION - KIMI SMALLS VS AURORA RILEY]
ARDEN
"The following match is your opening contest and if scheduled for one fall!! Coming to you from Sleepy Hollow, New York... Kimi Smalls!"



As "Won't Back Down" begins to play, the stage area goes dark. Kimi Smalls walks out onto the stage with a red and black bomber jacket on with an evil grin, mouthing along to Pink's parts. As the chorus begins, she runs down, high fiving as many fans that will let her as possible. She makes her way all around the ring before jumping up onto the apron and launches herself over the ropes. She bounces up and down a little and takes off the jacket, handing it to the timekeeper before going over to a corner and does a round-off/back handspring combo before stretching out a little more, getting ready for the match.



The lights go out as the fans begin cheering. A simple Piano riff begins, as the screen comes on flickering. An older Man’s voice begins speaking over the system, as a woman is raised on her knee. The man’s voice speaks a powerful message.

“I am the future…”

As the woman comes up and the lightning behind her on the screen continues to flicker. She has a microphone in her hand looking out at the crowd as the drums for “We are the Others” begins playing.

“And my future begins NOW!”

She slams her gloved fists together as she drops the microphone.

ARDEN
"Her opponent!! From Charlottetown in Prince Edward Island!! AUROOORRAAAAAAAAAA.....RRRRRRRIIIILEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!"

Aurora smiles as she waves to the crowd skipping her way down, stopping at the bottom putting her arm in the air. The lights go out again, and purple and yellow lasers shine into the ring. Aurora climbs under the bottom rope, sitting on the midpoint for all 4. She looks up at the referee smiling as she backs into her corner.

~DING DING DING~

Kimi and Aurora are in the ring as the ref calls for the bell. The two women shake hands before they start to circle the ring and Kimi is the first to make a move as she slips behind Aurora and puts her in a waist lock. Aurora though is quick to counter out and put Kimi into a side headlock. Kimi pushes Aurora off of her and into the ropes. Aurora comes off the ropes and as she does, Kimi takes her down with an armdrag. Aurora bounces up only to be taken down by another arm drag and this time Kimi holds onto the arm in an armbar style hold. The ref drops down and asks Aurora if she wants to quit, but Aurora shakes her head no and eventually makes it back up to a vertical base and as she does, slips out of the hold and delivers a back elbow to the side of the face of Kimi causing her to stumble back a bit.

HANSON
"OHH!! And Aurora Riley, with authority, shows Kimi Smalls that she's not gonna go down that easily!"

Kimi regains her footing and as she does, Aurora is already on top of her and whips her into the corner. Aurora takes this opportunity to hit a handspring back elbow to Kimi before throwing her out of the corner and climbing to the top rope and as Kimi makes it to her feet, Aurora launches herself with a flying crossbody and stays on top for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Aurora stays on the attack and picks Kimi up and delivers a double underhook suplex that causes Kimi to roll out of the ring and try and catch her breath. As Kimi is walking around on the floor, Aurora takes her opportunity to hit the ropes and go flying between the middle and top ropes, hitting and dropping Kimi with a suicide dive! The crowd cheers as Aurora stands up and shows off for a moment for the crowd before picking Kimi up and throwing her back into the ring. Aurora gets up to the apron and waits for Kimi to make it to her feet. As she does, Aurora looks for a springboard forearm, but Kimi is too quick and hits the top rope, causing Aurora to hit throat first on the rope and crash to the floor. Kimi then rolls to the outside and and picks Aurora up and grabs her by the arm and slams it against the ring apron repeatedly before delivering a hammerlock DDT to Aurora onto the floor. Kimi rolls into the ring breaking the ref’s count before rolling back out to the floor and picking Aurora up and sending her back first into the ring apron.

REYNOLDS
"Jeez, Kimi just whipped Riley full force into that apron, Nicky. That HAD to hurt!"

HANSON
"I'll bet Matt would confirm it if he were here but you can look at the look on her face and probably guess!"

Aurora grabs her back in pain as Kimi again grabs the arm and leads Aurora over to the ring steps and slams the woman’s arm against the steel and then stomping on the arm causing Aurora to grab her arm in immense pain. Kimi finally rolls Aurora back into the ring and follows suit. Aurora is first to her feet, but Kimi blocks a forearm smash by Aurora and delivers the Makeover! Kimi rolls Aurora over for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Kimi though, after the kickout grabs Aurora by the arm and looks to lock in the Sweet Release, but Aurora scrambles out and makes it to the bottom rope forcing Kimi to back off and give separation. Aurora makes it back up to her feet, still showing the signs of damage to her arm thanks to Kimi. Once Aurora is up to her feet, Kimi comes charging in and Aurora moves out of the way before delivering a superkick before following it up with a Northern Lights Suplex, finishing her Lights Out signature move and bridging for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

HANSON
"Take a look at Aurora Riley, folks!! Definitely making a statement here in NFW is this young lady!"

This time, it’s Aurora’s turn to call out for her finishing move and she climbs to the top rope. She waits for Kimi to make it to her feet and as she does, Aurora launches herself, but Kimi is a little too quick and manages to counter the move and now she locks in Sweet Release! Kimi wrenches on the arm and Aurora screams out in pain and it doesn’t take very long for Aurora to tap out and the ref calls for the bell. “Won’t Back Down” begins playing again as Kimi stands up and has her hand raised by the ref and begins to celebrate her victory.

REYNOLDS
"Well, so much for that statement, huh Nicky?!"

HANSON
"Hey, no, she put up one hell of a fight but you can't win them all! And sometimes you don't always win your first! But if she keeps wrestling like that, she's gonna go far in this company!"

Winner: Kimi Smalls
Result: Submission
Time: 15:09

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The camera brings us back to the Gorilla Position where Josh Davidson stands, anxiously waiting on someone or something. He holds the microphone in his hand as he adjusts his tie and with the other. He smooths out his hair, making sure he looks good for the interview he’s trying to get.

“How do I look?” Josh Davidson asks.

“Like the school nerd trying to charm the captain of the cheer squad.” The cameraman (guess who, folks!) remarks with a sharp wit. “Is this your attempt at trying to woo Elizavetta Von Dutch?”

Josh Davidson looks at Six like he couldn’t be more wrong. “What?! No! I mean...yes? I mean….” Josh is getting flustered.

“No fraternizing with NFW talent, Josh. It’s in the rules and regs.” Six remarks.

“Will you shut up?!” Josh Davidson says, hilariously flustered. “I’m trying to make sure I look professional for the interview is all. Assuming they even---” Something catches Josh’s eye and his face lights up with excitement. “Ah! There they are! Mister D’habI! Miss Von Dutch! Do you have time for a couple of questions before your upcoming match?”

“The Lady” Elizavetta Von Dutch and “The Ragman” Jag’hatai D’habi are walking towards him, strolling along backstage talking to themselves, Elizavetta twirling her umbrella. Jag’hatai backs off when he approaches, preferring to let her do all the talking. He stands behind her, with his wrestling tights on, and traditional jacket with arms crossed. She walks over to Josh “Hello sweetie, how are you?”

Josh Davidson, ladies and gentlemen. He’s all of a sudden blushing like a lovestruck school boy with absolutely no chance in Hell. He smiles, clearing his throat as he regains his composure. “I-I’m fine, Miss. And yourself? I hope I’m not bothering you and The Ragman, here….”

“Oh no sweetie, not at all” she will stroke his cheek with her free hand “In fact we are glad we caught you. You see, in a few minutes we have yet another warrior to face on our battlefield, the only one we have yet to vanquish one Darius Crowley. I am sure in due time, we will complete our goal, because no one, and I do mean, no one can stand in our way when we get going. Ever heard of a perpetual energy machine… that is my man Jag’ hatai here. Once he gets in his groove, he in unstoppable. Piso would have found out, had he made it across the v border.”

She looks over her shoulder with mutual respect at her client and turns back to Josh Davidson, letting him continue, well almost. “So, we do have to address one thing though. The growing violence we see in the ring, and the bloodshed that occurs because of it, it not wrestling. That is not how warriors are supposed to act, we blame the Dominion of Pain and their influence on this company. We ask, humbly, that we be allowed to join the Resistance against such rapscallions, so when you all here this, you know how to reach us.”

She finished up her plea, and returns her gaze from the camera, to the Josh and smiles sweetly. “Do you have questions for us deary?”

Looking like a man on cloud nine, or almost, Josh Davidson adjusts his tie again. “Just a couple more about tonight’s match with Dar---” Josh suddenly stops as something catches his attention off camera. He goes from ‘adorable, lovestruck schoolboy’ to ‘absolutely terrified deer in headlights.’ Josh starts slowly inching back as the figure, Darius Crowley comes walking smoothly into the frame. Josh backs out of frame as Darius comes to stand between the interviewer and Jag’hatai D’habi with Elizavetta. As usual, his expression is absolutely unreadable in regards to what emotion he’s feeling. Darius locks eyes with Jag’hatai, staring him down silently for what seems like ages before he finally breaks the silence. “...Ragman….”

Closing her umbrella, just in case she has to use it, and putting it point down, looks up slightly at the man in front of her. Smirking she lets the staring contest continue for a few moments, then she moves Darius’ face to look eyes with hers. “Darius Crowley, the man who serves as the only warrior with class amongst the DoP, I am sure you’re here for a reason, so tell me, why did you interrupt our interview?”

She puts a hand on Jag’hatai’s chest absentmindedly as she senses his approach towards his only real rival in the N*FW. “No Jag’hatai, this man does not scare me, he is likely to suggest I should be scared, but that will fall on deaf ears. Just as easily as you will finally score a victory over this one, finally.”

Darius remains silent for an uncomfortably long moment as he seems to allow Elizavetta in adjusting his face. When she’s finished speaking, the Son of the Damned slowly turns to Jag’hatai D’habi again before turning to address Elizavetta, finally. “On the contrary, Ms. Von Dutch….” Darius says as he watches her silently. “I came to assure that my opponent’s mind is clear and focused for what is to come.” He gave an affirming nod to both Elizavetta and Jag’hatai. “I want him--” He turns from Elizavetta to Jag’hatai, “--I want you at your best. For that...one mustn’t distract themselves with the inquiries of...carrion….” He looks slowly back at Josh Davidson with a cold scowl that’s enough to send the man running. Even Six, from his camera perspective, looks like he’s about to take off. Darius reaches out and grabs the man out of frame, presumably by his shoulder, to keep Six in place and the camera on the three subjects - himself included. This entire time, Darius never breaks his gaze from Elizavetta and D’habi. “We have done this before, D’habi. However, this time, let it be made clear. You survived our last battle. Should you wish to do so again...you must be ready to absolutely destroy me….”

Smirking Jag’hatai steps around her hand and moves to the forefront to put him in between Darius and Elizavetta. He motions Josh Davidson to come back into frame, and even goes as far as to put an arm around the man, taking his microphone with the other. Is this it, is this the moment the man finally speaks. He raises the microphone to his lips and stops himself dropping the microphone on the floor, with a hand turned sideways traditional mic drop style.

Elizavetta waves her fingers at Darius as she leaves, letting Josh Davidson resume the interview if he wants too. The message has been sent, verbally and non verbally. Jag’hatai plans to end Darius, to give the man what he wants. Destruction.

Josh Davidson picks the microphone up again, looking between Jag’hatai D’habi and Darius Crowley as the two men stare daggers through one another. Neither of the two men move so much as a muscle forward, however. Clearing his throat, Josh fixes his tie and looks to the camera. “I think ummm….let’s take it back to you, Nick and Jim. Miss Von Dutch. Mister D’habi. Thank you for your time. Mister uhhh...Crowley?” Josh looks fearfully up at Darius who doesn’t take his eyes off of Jag’hatai D’habi. Nodding nervously, Josh cues to the camera. “Back to you guys….”

The shot cuts back to ringside.

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[MATCH #2. SINGLES MATCH - "THE RAGMAN" JAG'HATAI D'HABI V. "THE SON OF THE DAMNED" DARIUS CROWLEY]

The lights go dark throughout the arena and light in reds, greens, blues, yellows beam across the darkness. Fifteen seconds in, a spotlight randomly lights up a section of the stands where he is found walking among the fans.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...from Hell, Michigan! Being accompanied by Lady Elizavetta Von Dutch! He weighs in at one-hundred and eighty-five pounds! He is...the undefeated...the Ragman!! JAG'HATAAAAAIIIIII....D'HAAAAAAAAABIIIIIIII!!!"

He finally gets down to ring level and he slides off his jacket and slides in the ring, after a considerable amount of time, four minutes and nineteen seconds, the length of his whole entrance song.

HANSON
"You ready for this one, Jim?"

REYNOLDS
"You know what, Nicky? I am! Last time these guys met, it was a draw! Other than that, still both undefeated!"

HANSON
"Yes, indeed! The lone warrior, The Ragman, Jag'hatai D'habi AND The Son of the Damned, Darius Crowley. Both undefeated in their professional careers!"

REYNOLDS
"Say, is Darius related to that other creepy bastard, Anton? Did Morgoth have two kids?"

HANSON
"Good question! We should ask Darius when he comes out here!"

REYNOLDS
"Uhh...no thanks! I choose life!"



The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.

1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.

ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring, at this time...representing the Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"

HANSON
"So that was an interesting and uhh...tense encounter, backstage huh?"

REYNOLDS
"Tch, yeah! Tell me about it! I thought these two weirdos were gonna start going at it right then and there!"

As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the Jag'hatai and Elizavetta with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.

~DING DING DING~

Jag’hatai and Darius are in the ring and bell sounds. The two men look at each other and Jag’hatai extends his hand for a handshake, but Darius just laughs and ignores it with a kick that strikes the arm of his opponent and sends it back. Darius uses this little opening to deliver a few quick kicks to the legs of Jag’hatai before looking for a spinning backfist, but his opponent catching him and dropping Darius on the back of his head with a German Suplex. Jag’hatai looks to follow up with a second suplex, this time a pumphandle, but Darius counters out and sends his opponent chest first into the ropes. Jag’hatai bounces off the ropes and this time Darius hits him with the spinning back fist that knocks his opponent right in the back of the head dropping him to the mat.


Darius though doesn’t end the offense there. He picks Jag’hatai up and delivers a series of stiff kicks to the legs before going for a roundhouse kick to the head and his opponent is too stunned to even try and counter and the kick strikes Jag’hatai square on the side of the head dropping him to a knee. Darius uses this moment to then just deliver a hard knee strike right to the jaw before going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Darius stands up and as he does, picks Jag’hatai up and sends him into the corner. Elizavetta is on the outside yelling for Jag’hatai to move as Darius comes charging in and delivers a corner splash followed up with a Gamengiri that crumples his opponent. Elizavetta though grabs her client by the arm and drags him out of the ring hoping to get a little reprieve from the onslaught of offense by Darius. Elizavetta starts giving her client some words of encouragement and strategy, but that doesn’t last long before Darius launches himself out of the ring and taking Jag’hatai down with a suicide plancha before staring daggers at his opponents manager who quickly backs off.

HANSON
"This match is already picking up faster than the last time these two met!"

REYNOLDS
"Don't you touch her, Darius!"

HANSON
"Oh, I don't think he will..."

Darius now tosses Jag’hatai back into the ring and gets in right behind him. Darius picks Jag’hatai up and sends him into the corner once again. Darius comes charging in looking for a shoulder tackle, but this time Jag’hatai is able to get out of the way and his opponent goes shoulder first into the ring post. Jag’hatai uses this to grab Darius and lift him up with a double underhook suplex before floating over for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jag’hatai doesn’t let up on the gas though as he delivers a few well placed knees to the midsection of his own to his opponent before backing up and delivering a punt style kick to the side of Darius’ head and sending him turning flat on his back. Jag’hatai then climbs to the top rope and dives off with a flying senton splash and going for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jag’hatai doesn’t get frustrated though, he simply picks Darius up off the mat and sends him into the corner. This time, it’s Jag’hatai’s turn to come charging in and delivering a splash of his own onto his opponent before slinging him out of the corner with a snapmare before delivering a dropkick to the back of Darius’ head and then following up with a running senton splash. Jag’hatai looks to follow up that series of moves with a Northern Lights suplex, but as he gets Darius into position for the move, Darius counters out and delivers a short armed clothes line and maintains his grip on Jag’hatai’s wrist. He picks his opponent back up off the ground and delivers second short armed clothesline and looks for a third, but this time Jag’hatai is able to deliver the Northern Lights.

HANSON
"AND D'HABI FIRES BACK WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS ON CROWLEY!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"UPROOTED HIM LIKE A DAMN TREE, NICKY!!! YOU SEE THAT SHIT?!"

The two opponents lay there in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily as the ref checks on them both before going into his ten count. The two men both make it to their knees at a count of eight and it is Darius who is first to start throwing strikes with a forearm to the side of Jag’hatai’s face. Jag’hatai though, shakes it off and delivers one of his own and the two begin exchanging forearms as they both finally make it up to their feet and keep the exchange going on. Eventually, Darius is the one who wins this battle of strikes and after blocking a few strikes by his opponent, delivers a forearm smash that sends Jag’hatai stumbling into the ropes and as he comes off, he delivers a bicycle knee strike that sends Jag’hatai flying back and through the ropes back out onto the floor.

REYNOLDS
"WATCH OUT, HERE COMES THE RAGMAN!!!"

HANSON
"CRASHING TO THE FLOOR!!"

You can see the little bit of frustration on Darius’ face as he sees this happening and immediately drops down to the floor and sets Jag’hatai up so he’s leaning against the steel steps. Darius backs away as Elizavetta is begging and pleading for Jag’hatai to get out of the way of whatever Darius has in mind. Darius charges in and looks for a knee strike right to the jaw of his opponent, but Darius took a little too much time and Jag’hatai was able to roll out of the way causing Darius to strike the steps with his knee and go flying over the steps, grabbing at his right knee. Jag’hatai slowly makes it to his feet and rolls into the ring to break up the ref’s count before rolling back out and picking Darius up and delivering a Tiger suplex right on the floor.

HANSON
"TIGER SUPLEX RIGHT ONTO THE FLOOR!!! MY!!! GOD!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"JUST WHEN YOU THINK ONE OF THESE GUYS IS DOWN AND OUT, THEY FIRE RIGHT BACK WITH A SECOND WIND!!!!"

Jag’hatai then picks Darius up and tosses him into the ring and follows suit. Jag’hatai picks Darius up and looks to hit Clotho’s Whip, but as he walks along the ropes and dives for Darius, he ducks out of the way and immediately locks in Helm’s Deep. Darius cranks back on the hold as far as he can, putting immense pressure on Jag’hatai, but before he can tap out....

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"WAIT, WHAT?!"

REYNOLDS
"No way.... Nooooo waaaaaaay!"

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen!!!! The referee has just informed me that this match has reached its' thirty minute time limit and is, therefore, a DRAW!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

HANSON
"Jag'hatai D'habi and Darius Crowley have gone to another draw!!! I don't believe it!! They remain undefeated yet unable to beat each other!!"

Winner: DRAW
Result: N/A
Time: 30:00

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[WE'LL BE BACK RIGHT AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK!]
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[MATCH #3. TAG TEAM MATCH - THE REBEL FORCES VS EL DESPERADO/T-HAWK]

The crowd boo'ed loudly as Suzuki-gun's "Ichiban" theme filled the arena. Through the curtain stepped Paul Heyman in his arrogant stroll, dressed in his usual suit. Behind him, stepped T-Hawk and El Desperado in their ring gear. The latter of the two fanning out the Suzuki-gun flag before bunching it up in his hand and fist bumping T-Hawk and the two walked with Heyman down towards the ring.

ARDEN
"The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first!! Being lead to the ring by Paul Heyman!! Representing Suzuki-gun!! The team of...T-Hawk...AND...El Desperaaaadoooooo!!"

T-Hawk and El Desperado reach the ring, entering it right after the other and doing their poses up on opposite corners to the booing crowd before stepping back down and waiting for their opponents.



The crowd pops as Pop Evil's "Trenches" fills the arena. The words "VIVA LA RESISTANCE" scroll up from the bottom of the video wall in the same style as the Star Wars movies' text scroll. Next, the Rebel Alliance logo EXPLODES onto the video wall at the 0:14 second mark when the guitar and drums really pick up. Here, the curtain flies open and Teddy Morse and Chase Evans come bursting onto the scene!! After a brief moment of looking around at the audience, the two men exchange a fist bump and start marching down the walkway as a four man unit just as the chorus to the song hits.

ARDEN
"Making their way to the ring!!! At a combined weight of five hundred and twelve pounds!! Teddy Morse!! Chase Evans!! THE REBEEEEEEEEELLLL FOOOOORCEEEEEEEES!!!!!"

Once they reach the ring, Teddy Morse slides in under the bottom rope. Chase Evans jumps up onto the apron and steps in between the top and middle ropes. Each man takes a turnbuckle and amps up the crowd further, throwing their fists up. They acknowledge the fans who mimic the gesture before hopping down to the mat and remove their entrance gear.

~DING DING DING~

As the ref rings the bell to start, the two teams stand in the middle of the ring, staring each other down, their heads nodding as smack talk is being exchanged. As the ref tries to step in between the two teams, the crowd stands and points to the one of the arena entrances. Making his way down is Solomon Rex, wearing a dark brown hooded coat, brandishing the same heavy padlock and chain necklace in one hand. He points back up and we see Connor K. several steps behind, his face emotionless as he tries but fails to keep the pace. Rex hops the rail as both teams back up. Connor makes his way over the rail and stops where Rex points him to stand. The ref exits to ring to try and ask Connor what is going on, but Rex just looks down and shakes his head. Rex yells something inaudible to both the ref and Connor before turning around and giving a double clothesline to El Desperado and T-Hawk. Rex throws Desperado over the top rope then stands over T-Hawk, removing his hood and giving T-Hawk a look of disgust as both Teddy Morse and Chase Evans flank Rex, yelling at the down T-Hawk and patting Rex on the shoulders.

HANSON
"We saw the return of Solomon Rex at Gang Warfare! We saw more last week! Now he's back for more! But once again, he's got Connor K with him!!"

REYNOLDS
"So Connor K hired this big, crazy bastard to handle Suzuki-gun, is that it?!"

HANSON
"Now we've got the Rebel Forces commending Rex for his actions! For taking out more of a gang of more or less bullies!"

~DING DING DING~

The ref signals for the bell when suddenly, Rex turns and clotheslines both Morse and Evans and tosses each of them over the top ropes. Rex motions for Connor to slide a couple of folded chairs in to the ring. Rex arranges the chairs in a pile before he picks up T-Hawk for a standing vertical suplex before dropping him into an SSD onto the chairs as the ref frantically enters the ring and signals for medical help as Rex exits the ring. He stops at Connor and bluntly says, "That's how you do it...," before motioning him to follow him through the crowd, the crowd parting as the two make their way out as agents and medical staff rush down the ramp to ringside to check on T-Hawk's condition.

HANSON
"T-Hawk is down folks! EMTs are at the scene! Solomon Rex has laid waste to Suzuki-gun AND The Rebel Forces! But why the latter?! What did the Rebels do to deserve this?!"

Winners: N/A
Result: N/A
Time: 0:00
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~MORTAAAAAAL KOMBAAAAAAT~
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The new logo with all three girls’ bouncing heads appears on the screen as the techno theme plays on. There’s no Special Guest listed this time. It’s just the three girls as the screen sweeps away and reveals them sitting in their nerded out locker room. Sammi and Kat aren’t wrestling tonight, so they’re in casual clothes. Kat’s in her usual outfit of basketball shorts and a Lego Movie Unkitty t-shirt with a backwards Nintendo cap. On the other end of the couch, in the usual lineup of Kat - Mary - Sammi, is Samantha Belmont. Sammi is wearing black leggings and a t-shirt designed to look like the vest of Scorpion’s vest. Covering her face except for her eyes is the Deluxe Edition, wearable Scorpion mask. Sammi is handling one of the controllers while Katrina sits back and punches fiendishly on popcorn as she watches her two tag team partners go at it on the mini screen at the bottom of the camera footage. They’re playing none other than...yes, the new Mortal Kombat 11. Despite being dressed as a K-Mart version of Scorpion, Sammi is controlling a custom dressed Jade, clashing violently in a practically even match with Mary Kennedy.

“Oi oi oi!! Get shaft, mate!! GET SHAFT MATE!!” Sammi taunts light heartedly as she unloads a combo in which most of the hits are blocked.

“She loves the shaft….” Kat teases, nudging Mary with her knee and grins with a giggle.

“She’s gonna love that bloody Women’s TV Title, too!! Ohhhhh!!! Ain’t that roight Mare-Bare?!”

Mary looked up from her spot on the couch, raising an eyebrow. She was in her ring gear and a little jealous that Sammi was in MK cosplay. “Of course, then maybe you two can give Nostalgia Ultra a run for their money and we can be just littered in gold.”

“Oh for sure, totally!” Kat said, glancing sideways at Mary as she munched on popcorn. “For suuuuuuure!!!”

“I’m gettin dat fo’sho!!!!” Sammi chimed in, punching in more buttons on her controller. “Bloody scabs cheated to win those belts anyway.” She muttered before she ended up adorably getting louder. “I mean, who gets knocked out of a battle royale and sticks around to pull some sneaky crap like that?”

“Steve Austin. Royal Rumble. 1997.” Kat said this without even glancing away from the TV screen.

Sammi just looked over at the oldest tag team partner with a dumbfounded look before she bounced her eyebrows. “...Ah yeah. Right you are But still! Mare Bare’s right! She wins that Women’s TV championship, yeah? Then we go on and show TyAnna bloody Jupiter and Futura Sorry what real tag team work is, we’re gonna have to change our theme song to bloody “All Star” by Smashmouth. Cause all that glitters is gold, bitches!”

Mary nodded with a laugh, “Those two are just Blackheart’s minions, yeah? They don’t deserve those belts. Maybe they’ve been a good team elsewhere, but what have they done in New Frontier?”

“Nothin’ but act like a couple o’right cunts!” Sammi boldly stated as she launched her Jade across the screen at Mary’s character.

On the other side of Mary, Kat Cage cracked open a can of Bang energy drink and sipped at it. She smacked her lips lightly and let out an ‘ahhhhhhhh’ before finally chiming in. “Those two walk into a room, it’s like ‘Oh, Beavis and Butt-head! What a pleasant surprise!’” Kat did this in her best, nearly flawless impersonation of Mr. Van Driessen from the famous MTV series. So good, it made Sammi lean back and cackle at the top of her lungs.

“To the bloody T, Kat!! Ohhhh if they see this they’re gonna be pissed!” Sammi remarked.

Kat frowned and let out a ‘pfft.’ “So?! What do we have to be afraid of? They hit hard. So do we! They’ve been doing this awhile. So have I and you’re coming along pretty quick! TyAnna Jupiter likes to spout on about people having such ‘ugly energy’ when she’s the one who hangs with someone who makes fun of people with whatever they can get off of them! Morgan shortcuts her texts. Ryan Steele’s a bit of a herp-derp. Who cares? Don’t be a hypocrite and act like you’re some mighty Guardian of Beauty when you advocate your friends treating people like shit. And Soli? Mija, don’t get me started. She wants to flaunt some badass, angry Latina attitude? I’ll show her some shit.” Kat popped some popcorn in her mouth. “Ijo de puta, fuck outta here with that shit. Besides! Focus is on Mare Bare here.” She reached over and poked Mary in the shoulder. “You ready for tonight, chica?”

Mary nodded with a grin, “So ready. I know that my first couple of matches were easy ones, but I still feel like I earned this. I might be young, but I’ve just earned my first college degree. I’m a bloody fucking genius,” she paused, blinking and turning her head to Sammi slowly. “Well, shit,” she laughed. “Anyway, I’m not only a genius in school, I’m a genius in the ring, as well. I know what I’m doing, and I know how to watch for what my opponent has in mind for me. I know that it’s about more than just watching what they do in the ring, but it’s also about taking notice to someone’s personality, because that dictates how they will be behaving in the ring. That little Canadian Princess probably thinks that she’s above me and that she’ll just be having a little cakewalk tonight to defend the television title.”

“Well, now I don’t know about that.” Kat said, reassuringly to Mary. “She was pretty cool when she won the belt. Look at what she said to Morgan on Twitter. Candi seems like a legit cool chick.” She paused to sip her energy drink and shrugged. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. Go out there, kick her ass and get yourself your first title, but yeah. I mean I’d rather wrestle her than Serena Frost for it. Least you know you got a fair match coming up without having to worry about a roid raging guy who probably sexually assaults Tasmanian Devils coming in and costing you the victory.”

Again, Sammi cackled under her Scorpion mask. “HAH!!!! OI!!! LET IT BE KNOWN!!! TYLER GREY RAPES TAZ!!! NO WONDER HE’S SO BLOODY ANGRY AND SPASTIC ALL THE TIME!!!”

Mary blinked a few times, tilting her head. “Yeah, but Morgan managed to get it off of Frost. I’m just trying to build myself up, really. I know Candi and Max are good people. In all of my time in the indies, I was never around long enough to get a title shot. This is my first big thing. I’m not sure I deserve it.”

Sammi paused the game and turned to Mary, blinking under her mask. “Oi...sod off with that talk, Mare. You do deserve it! Ms. Hayes wouldn’t have booked ya for the bloody match if ya didn’t deserve it!” Sammi set her controller down and rested a forearm on her shoulder. “You come out here almost every week. You bust arse in the ring. Technically you’re undefeated with what is it...three straight wins? That says something! You got this Mare Bare! You just go out there and do your best!”

“Exactly!” Kat reached over with a finger and pulled a corner of Mary’s mouth up to make her give a half smile. “Turn that frown upside down and go get you some ching bling, mami! But first you gotta kick Sammi’s ass in this match, first.”

“Oh, as if!” Sammi’s eyes lit up with amusement behind her mask as she turned her attention back to the game and unpaused. “C’mon, Mare! Make like I’m Candi Broduer and gimme all ya got!”

Mary’s lips turned up into a wicked grin as she turned all of her attention to the screen and nimbly worked her fingers over the buttons. Her tongue slipped from between her lips as she landed a few special moves in on Sammi’s character before hearing the booming voice ordering her to finish off her opponent. “You were saying?”

Kat caught a piece of popcorn in her mouth after tossing it up and smirked as she munched. “Well...you do that to Candi Broduer? It’ll be one hell of a bail bond...but I think we get the picture!”

“Too right, mate!” Sammi quipped, fist bumping Mary. “Like, go out there and finish her? But don’t like---” She motioned towards the screen where her Jade was absolutely disemboweled. “Finish her!”

"Or do you mean...." Kat holds up two fingers in a suggestive gesture. "Finish her?!"

The scene cuts to black just as Mary and Sammi's jaws go wide and their eyes bug out.
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[WE'LL BE BACK RIGHT AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK!]
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[MATCH #4. SINGLES MATCH - MARY KENNEDY VS CANDI BRODUER]
Standing in the center of the ring, Roger Arden raises the microphone up to his mouth.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Women's Television Championship!!"



The Super Mario Bros Theme Song Remix begins to play and a few moments later, Mary Williams walks out onto the stage with a plastic smile on her face, giving a beauty pageant wave to the crowd before bouncing a few times in place and running down the ramp, to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, the momentum taking her to the center of the ring. She does a push-up and walks to her hands before bouncing up, just as you can hear Mario's voice saying "Let's a-go!".

ARDEN
"Introducing first, the challenger!! Representing the Skillz Vendorz!! From Oak Park, Illinois... It's Mary... Kennedy!!"

The music fades out as she gets ready for the match.



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

ARDEN
"Her opponent!! From Toronto, Ontario Canada! She is the NFW Women's Television Champion!! The Crippler!! CANDIIIIIII BRODUUUUUEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!"

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

~DING DING DING~

Candi Broduer and Mary Kennedy circled the ring, watching one another, closely. More closely on Mary Kennedy's end as she was well aware of what Candi Broduer was capable of in her decorated career. The two women met in a collar - elbow tieup, jarring for position until Candi quickly got Mary in a headlock. She wrenched on Mary's neck, already trying to start wearing her down for a future attempt at the Crossface. Mary, however, grabbed Candi around the waist and started lifting her for a Backdrop Suplex but Candi managed to tip her weight forward and rolled, pulling Mary right with her into a sort of Hip Toss, while keeping Mary in the headlock. Mary struggled, pushing up on Candi's arm to try and get her off. Thankfully, the way they landed, put Mary's feet close enough to the ropes that she felt her foot kick one and rested that same foot over the bottom one, causing the break. Candi, of course, broke immediately and backed off to let Mary up. Mary rose, lightly rubbing her jaw as she kept her eyes on Candi and got to her feet. Candi nodded to her with raised eyebrows, evidently impressed with the rookie girl's ring awareness.

HANSON
"Good awareness by Mary Kennedy, there! She found the ropes before Candi Broduer could do too much damage!"

Mary Kennedy got back to her feet and met Candi Broduer in the ring again. They locked up, collar and elbow again and once more Candi went for the headlock. This time, Mary broke free by dropping to one knee and sweeping the leg out from under her opponent, causing Candi to fall back to the mat. Mary immediately ran off the ropes as Candi sat up and came back with a brutal, Basement Dropkick! From there, Mary followe up with a sequence of offense on Candi Broduer that focused on heavy body blows as well as working on wearing down her arms. This was obviously to serve two purposes. Make it harder for the defending champion to add full torque if she managed to catch Mary in the Crossface, and also wearing her arms down for Mary's own Octopus Hold finisher. Mary had apparently decided, if she was going to take on a submission specialist, what more of a memorable way to defeat her than to make her submit? She was intent on it as she focused the majority of her kicks on Candi's arms and into her midsection. All areas where the Octopus Hold was going to put tension on. She needed to make sure Candi was disoriented as well, so she came out of nowhere during a strike rush with a Spinning Backfist, followed up by a stiff Pele Kick and quickly went for the cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

REYNOLDS
"Whoa!!!!!!"

HANSON
"You're telling me!!"

REYNOLDS
"Where did she learn that?!"

Mary Kennedy didn't let frustration get the better of her, as she took a deep breath, nodded and got to her feet, pulling Candi Broduer with her. Again, she continued to lay into Candi with forearms and kicks before busting out some of her bigger moves. After another Spinning Backfist, Mary came off of the ropes and brought Candi down with a running Crossbody!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

And as Candi Broduer kicked out of the pin, she caught a hold of Mary Kennedy's arm and was able to flip her body around, catching Mary's arm between her knees and cinching a hold around Mary's chin, locking in the Crossface. The crowd erupted as Candi Broduer wrenched back on the neck and arm of Mary Kennedy. Mary stretched an arm out, reaching for the ropes but was too far to reach it without having to pull Candi and herself over. She didn't have the sheer power to do so, however. Everything seemed helpless and as if this was it until Candi Broduer let up on her grip around Mary's jaw and freed her from the hold. Not that she wanted to, obviously, but it was clear that Mary's damage dealt out to Candi's arms and torso was taking it's toll as Candi rolled away from her opponent and came up onto her knees in a corner, holding her arms across her stomach. As Candi picked herself up and leaned back against the corner, Mary Kennedy pulled herself up to her feet and saw her opponent still looking vulnerable. She took off across the ring and dove for a Corner Splash. Candi Broduer, however, had other plans and got out of the way, causing Mary Kennedy to go crashing against the turnbuckle. As Mary slumped against the corner, clutching her chest, Candi Broduer turned her around and began chopping away at her. It didn't take much effort in the arms to dish out some of those.

HANSON
"Kennedy misses her mark and now Broduer is laying into her! We knew the champ wasn't gonna go down that easily!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, no shit!"

As Candi Broduer's arms began recovering from Mary Kennedy's assault, the Crippler began wearing Mary down with her own onslaught of armbars and armdrags, in addition to her technical takedowns. The defending champion began mounting her own offense on the challenger, starting to move to her suplexes, focusing on Mary's neck and one specific shoulder with a chain of German and Olympic style suplex slams. Again, Candi Broduer tried for the Crossface but this time, Mary Kennedy was closer to the ropes and able to reach out and grasp it, causing the break. Pulling herself to her feet, Mary Kennedy rested on the ropes as Candi Broduer came at her again. This time, however, Mary lunged out with a back elbow, catching Candi by surprise and knocking er back. She stepped in, right after, kicking Candi in the midsection and wrapped an arm around her head. The fans popped as Mary Kennedy called for her Snap DDT finisher but as she was amping them up, Candi Broduer grabbed her around the waist with her arms and surprised her with a Northern Lights Suplex, holding the bridge for the pinfall.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR---KICKOUT!!!

REYNOLDS
"OH-HOOOOOOO THAT WAS ALMOST IT, NICKY!!"

HANSON
"DAMN CLOSE, JIM!! CANDI'S NOT STAYING DOWN BUT NEITHER IS YOUNG MARY KENNEDY!! THIS IS HER FIRST SHOT AT A TITLE AND SHE'S GONNA GIVE IT EVERYTHING SHE'S GOT!!!"

In the climax of the match, Mary Kennedy taking the fight to Candi Broduer with drive and determination, catching her off guard more than once with some surprise springboard maneuvers that she had clearly been practicing. After delivering a Scissor Kick to the champion, Mary Kennedy saw the opening to setup for a finish and ran off of the ropes, readying her arm as she came in for a Lariat Takedown. As she closed in, however, Candi Broduer caught the girl by the arm, hitting an Armbar Takedown before transitioning right into the Crossface again.

HANSON
"THERE IT IS, AGAIN, JIM!!! CROSSFACE IS ON!!!"

REYNOLDS
"CAN SHE GET OUT AGAIN?!"

Mary Kennedy certainly tried as she reached out for the ropes, trying to make it there again. This time, however, Candi Broduer had it locked in tight and fought through the throbbing in her own shoulder to add maximum torque on her submission maneuver. After almost a minute of resistance, Mary Kennedy, grimacing in sheer pain, finally slapped the mat to signal that she gave up. The referee immediately called for the break which Candi Broduer obliged and fell back on the mat as Breaking Benjamin's "Blow Me Away" played through the arena, again.

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOUR WINNER...AAAAAND STIIIIIILLL...N! F! W! WOMEN'S TELEVISION CHAMPION!!! THE CRIPPLER....CANDIIIIII BROOODUUUUUEEEEEEER!!!!!!"

As "Blow Me Away" played on, Candi Broduer accepted her title from Referee Akiyama before helping Mary Kennedy to her feet and hugged the young up and comer, calling for the fans to give it up for her.

Winner: Candi Broduer
Result: Submission
Time: 23:01
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[WE'LL BE BACK RIGHT AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK!]
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“A Song of Ice and Fire” can be heard playing as in the ring we see Fire and Ice already standing in the middle, each with a microphone in hand as Fire looks out amongst the crowd and Ice is just standing there, stoic and unemotional. The crowd is cheering for the duo and Fire is using her arms to try and bring up the noise a little as the music cuts out and the camera zooms in on their faces.

"Last week, we came out here and we kicked some Sex and Violence ass!"

The crowd roars for this as Fire stands there laughing a little and Ice remains as stoic as ever standing beside her partner.

"But really, that wasn’t enough. Last week was just a taste of the fighting and competition we can face here in NFW and we both feel like next week is as good a time as any to finally debut in this ring and properly put those sorry excuses of tag team champions on notice. That’s right, I’m talking about you Futura and TyAnna; keep those titles nice and shiny for us because soon, and I mean very soon we’ll have another set of tag team titles to add to our collection and we’ll show everyone exactly why The Kingdom is taking over NFW."

The crowd again cheers for the two ladies and an actual Kingdom chant breaks out much to Fire’s surprise as she looks at Ice who simply shrugs her shoulders and for the first time cracks a smile.

"I don’t care if it’s Morgan and Marissa Payne, Alex Brody and Erin Mercer, The Super Bitch Squad, the Skillz Vendorz, or hell, even the Tag Team Champions themselves if they aren’t too busy still licking their wounds from last week. We’ll take on anyone that wants to show up next week and we’ll prove why we are the best damn tag team in NFW. We aren’t afraid of anybody and we don’t need the rest of the Kingdom to be next to us when we step into this ring because we know that any team on the roster isn’t as good as we are. We have fought our entire careers to be the best tag team in the world and what better place to do it than here in NFW against some of the best wrestlers this world has to offer."

Fire looks over at Ice as she nods in agreement with everything her partner has just said, finally brings the mic up to her mouth.

"Because at the end of the day, everyone else just Melts Away."

Ice winks at the camera as the two drop their mics and “A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play again and the two exit the ring, walking back up the ramp, high fiving some of the fans that happen to be ringside on their way up before they exit through the curtain.
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[MATCH #5. TAG TEAM MATCH - KARL ANDERSON/LUKE GALLOWS VS ?/?]
~BULLET CLUB...F-F-F-F-FOR...LIFE...~

As the nostalgic "Shot 'Em" theme filled the arena, Luke Gallows and "Machinegun" Karl Anderson made their way out to the ring, accompanied by Bad Luck Fale to the boos of the crowd.

HANSON
"Well, here come Anderson and Gallows but I'm not sure if they still even have a match going on."

REYNOLDS
"Why would they? Commissioner Brody threw out half of the other team! Who are they gonna wrestle?"

HANSON
"No clue. Kenny's the only Elite member in the arena, at this point. The Young Bucks and Kota Ibushi have been thrown out!"

Anderson and Gallows entered the ring, giving each other a Too Sweet as they turned towards the ramp, waiting to see who - if anyone - was going to be their opponents. Their music continued on, as the shot faded out....

[WE'LL BE BACK RIGHT AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK!]

The camera cuts back to the ring where we see Doc Gallows and Karl Anderson in the ring with Bad Luck Fale, talking with the referee who prompts them to stay as they apparently do still have a match. Fale stands and exchanges 'too sweets' with both Anderson and Gallows, the Titantron shows what looks like an old Marshall amplifier.



A hand turns the dials on every setting starting with volume all the way past 10 into a handwritten 11 as we start to hear "Turn Up the Radio" by Autograph blasting throughout the arena. The crowd stands in anticipation as the song continues to play. When the song intro transitions at the 'Turn it up' we see the words "Turn-It-Up Express" on the screen as the song jumps to the chorus and out steps Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic in street clothes. The two give each other the old 'Bash Brothers' forearm tap and head to the ring as the crowd goes wild. Klazzic points at Gallows and Anderson in the ring as the two hit the ring, prompting Gallows and Anderson to exit the ring. Both men stand on the second turnbuckles before getting back to their corner as Matt shakes hands with first the ref and then the ring announcer, before passing some information to the ring announcer who then makes the formal introduction.


ARDEN
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAKING THEIR NFW DEBUT AS A TAG TEAM, RICK DICKULOUS AND MATT...KLAZZIC, THE TURNIP EXPRE...,"

Roger Arden emphatically starts but is quickly interrupted and corrected by both Matt and Rick before continuing.

ARDEN
"I'm sorry fans, the Turn-IT-Up...EXPRESS!!!"

Roger Arden finishes as Rick and Matt encourage the crowd to cheer louder as the fans follow suit.

Gallows and Anderson cautiously step up to the ring apron and question the ref, who acknowledges them that this is their opponent and rings the bell.

REYNOLDS
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me, Nicky!"

HANSON
"This is great!"

~DING DING DING~

Starting off the match was Matt Klazzic and Doc Gallows. With a collar and elbow tie up, Klazzic and Gallows jarred for position until Matt Klazzic got the upper hand and began working the bigger man over with stiff strikes and his overall King's Road style. For the beginning moments of the match, it was all the Turn It Up Express as Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous tagged in back and forth like a pair of athletes that had been working on their in-ring chemistry for weeks, almost months before putting it to the rest in the ring. Even when Karl Anderson was tagged in fresh, Klazzic and Dickulous managed to control the first several minutes of the match. It was a few moments later than Gallows and Anderson started taking the fight right back to Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous after managing to sneak in dirty tactics. For the next several minutes, the Bullet Club reps began bringing things back over to their side with Gallows using his power and Anderson working on Rick Dickulous' needs to keep the bigger of the two at bay.

HANSON
"Well, I'm sure Gallows and Anderson weren't expecting the likes of Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic! The newly formed Turn It Up Express, but they're certainly making their big debut as a tag team a tough one!"

REYNOLDS
"Who the hell thought it was a good idea to let these two tag together?!"

HANSON
"There's nothing that says they can't tag together, at all, Jim---WHOA!! WAIT A MINUTE!!!!"

The crowd, meanwhile, got louder with commotion as Nick Hanson exclaimed out of surprise, looking up the ramp. A rain of boos came down as the familiar figures of Doomsday and Belphegor - Ultra-Violence - came barreling down the ramp and towards the ring! Both men, nearly seven feet tall, slid in underneath the bottom rope as Matt Klazzic was mixing it up with Karl Anderson and the Dominion of Pain sub-unit went straight for the masked, fan favorite. Anderson backed off, throwing his hands up as this started. Belphegor continued beating Matt into a corner while Doomsday immediately broke off and turned, as Rick Duckulous started getting into the ring. One leg in and Doomsday was on him, pulling him in the rest of the way and began raining blows down onto him.

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"AND THIS MATCH IS GONNA BE STOPPED!! SMART CALL BY THE REFEREE!! AN OBVIOUS ONE, REALLY!!"

REYNOLDS
"I don't condone a damn thing the Dominion of Pain does, Nicky, but I really can't blame them after Gang Warfare!"

HANSON
"Losing the titles to Suzuki-gun, thanks to the interference from Rick Dickulous! Ultra-Violence wants payback!"

REYNOLDS
"Look at Karl and Luke just standing there, watching! They don't want any part of this!"

HANSON
"They certainly don---WHAT THE HELL?!"

The crowd suddenly popped, then, as Kenny Omega and Kota Ibushi came booking it down towards the ring. As soon as they were in, The Golden Lovers went right for their intended Bullet Club opponents for the evening. The bell continued to ring from the timekeeper as the referee tried to restore order in the ring.

HANSON
“Well now what the hell’s going on?! Kota Ibushi was ejected from the arena!”

REYNOLDS
“I think as this war goes on, Kota’s starting to care less and less about rules and more about handling his business!”

Security and more officials came flooding down the ramp and into the ring. The easiest ones to pull apart were the Bullet Club and Elite members, getting both sides to back off. As for Turn It Up Express and Ultra-Violence - it was like a repeat of Doomsday and Rick's infamous one on one outburst last year. As soon as security and the referees looked like they were starting to break things apart, Doomsday and Belphegor turned on them!! Belphegor snatched up a smaller member of the security staff and drilled him with a devastating chokeslam. Doomsday shook off the five men trying to hold him back and started feeding them close handed fists, dropping them like flies. Rick Dickulous grabbed Doomsday around the waist from behind and shocked the crowd, hitting him with a Greco Roman style takedown, size be damned. As they wrestled on the mat with more security trying to pry them apart, Doomsday threw back an elbow and nailed Rick right in the face. HARD!!

HANSON
"OHHHH!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HOLY SHIT!!!!"

HANSON
"That might be a busted nose, Jim!! I---yup!!"

It didn't take long for the camera to catch blood running from Rick's face as he and Doomsday were swarmed and pulled apart by a storm of security. Meanwhile, more guards were fighting to pull Matt Klazzic and Belphegor apart, finally able to do so after what seemed like forever. A small stain of blood was visible on Matt's mask around his mouth while blood ran down the corner of Belphegor's mouth over his face paint. Doomsday wasn't bleeding...yet. He ended up so, however, as Rick Dickulous broke free from the security staff holding him, charged and took a flying dive over the mass holding Doomsday back and fed him an elbow across the face. The other security staff rushed Rick again, pulling him back as he continued laying into Doomsday. Furious, Doomsday broke out of his own restraints of security and rushed Rick Dickulous, getting in some more shots before law enforcement rushed the ring.

REYNOLDS
"THE COPS ARE HERE?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

HANSON
"THERE'S GOTTA BE SOME SORT OF ORDER RESTORED!! SECURITY CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!"

As the police rushed inside the ring, Doomsday broke away from the security again and was laying guards out when one of the officers hastily drew from his belt. The crowd looked on in shock as he pulled the trigger and sent a pair of cables into the man's back. With the vicinity the camera was from the scene, one could hear the crackling of electricity as volts were fed into Doomsday's body. The massive man stopped his onslaught and fell to a knee, tensing up for the duration of the charge. Afterwards, he tossed his hair back, panting as he got back to his feet. The officer hit the trigger again, sending another shock through but Doomsday clenched his fists, fuming as he struggled and fought his way towards Rick Dickulous. Other officers already had their own tasers aimed at the other three men as a warning to calm down and do as they were told. Doomsday, however, continued powering forward until a second officer aimed his taser and hit the man with it. Finally, Doomsday dropped to a knee again and then to the mat as he was hit with double shots of taser charges.

HANSON
"THEY'RE TASING HIM!!! THEY ARE TASING DOOMSDAY, JIM!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"NOT JUST ONCE BUT TWICE, NICKY!! TWO LOCAL OFFICERS ARE HAVING TO SUBDUE THIS MONSTER!!"

Doomsday thrashed on the floor from the current running through him. It took another dose or two before he apparently decided to stop trying to get up and come after Rick Dickulous. While none of the other three men were handcuffed, they were escorted away from ringside by police and security alike while the remaining law enforcement bound Doomsday's massive wrists with two pair of handcuffs and helped him out of the ring, towards the back as the shot faded to a commercial.

Winners: N/A
Result: N/A
Time: 5:17

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

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

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

“So here we are. Member of the Kingdom, one of the hottest female wrestlers on the roster, both in looks and talent, and I’m not booked tonight. You know, that just screams piss poor management. But At least you get the greatness of seeing me in the ring right now!” The crowd boos her obvious narcissism. She just laughs and shakes her head. “So, last week I had my in-ring debut for New Frontier Wrestling. I did what I said I was gonna do. I came out to this ring and beat the NFW Women’s Champion Lara Blackheart. I did that despite her little groupie whores coming down trying to help her out. I took a shot to the face with a title belt and still beat her. My ex tried to distract the ref for which I fed that bitch my fucking boot, and I STILL beat Lara Blackheart. The woman she claimed she was going to beat the shit out of like it was nothing took everything she and her whore brigade threw at me and pin her shoulders to the mat.”

This brought a mixed reaction from the crowd. They enjoyed seeing Lara get beat, but it’s also Sativa Nevaeh. “Despite what they loved to say, that the girls from the Kingdom would be down there to help me win I did it all on my own. My girls didn’t even come down to the ring until AFTER the National Prostitute Party decided to do a four on one beat down. Then my three girls took all of them out. But they are gonna dominate us. They are gonna beat our asses now that we are at full power. Now that the entire Kingdom has graced NFW they are gonna be kicking our teeth in. Please, give me a moment.”

Sativa lowers the mic and starts to laugh. It was one of those uncontrollable laughs when you find something absolutely hilarious. It takes her a moment to regain her composure enough to speak again. “That’s fine. Let them have their little delusion. They can add anyone else they want. A mountain of trash is still fucking trash...”

Sativa is cut off by Motley Crue’s ‘Doctor Feelgood” blaring through the arena, as the dark green spotlight shone down on the stage. Holding the NFW Women’s Championship aloft, Lara Blackheart strutted out before walking down the ramp, an odd look of madness in her eyes. While not exactly broken, clearly something had come undone a little in the girl formerly known as “America’s Sweetheart”. The outfit she chose was a subtle nod to where her head was: the tattered light blue jeans, vintage Marilyn Manson tee, and black leather jacket almost exactly how her father used to dress. Taking a deep breath, the little blonde slid into the ring, hopping to her feet before being handed a microphone.

“Wow. For once, I feel bad for this lousy-ass crowd. I mean, they have literally NOBODY to cheer for here, do they? It’s more ‘who do we hate LESS’, you know?” She gave a lopsided grin to the dark beauty, giving her a once over. Hey, enemies or not, Lara wasn’t blind, ok? Leaning back against the ropes, she cleared her throat before continuing. “Good lord, lady… can you go on any more about how great you are? It’s kinda ridiculous. I mean it. It really is. So you pinned me last week. What does it prove? It proves only that I wasn’t underhanded ENOUGH. I could give two shits about who’s the better wrestler, especially in the eyes of these idiots in the stands. No… all I care about is retaining this title right here…” she said, all while holding the belt up to her face, kissing it. “By ANY. MEANS. NECESSARY.”

“You done? Yeah? That was a great little speech. Really. Ten outta ten. But you see, when I came at you to begin with, it’s to prove that, yes, I am the best. You threw a ton of shit at me and still couldn’t get the job done. You tried to exploit a weakness, that failed. You had your little crew try and help you, THAT failed. You know, a few days back on Twitter I posted some song lyrics. And honestly, they are fitting. The only thing that will stop me, is a bullet to the head. You don’t have what it takes to beat me. Bring your little entourage. Try and cheat your way to beating me. None of that will matter. Because at the end of the night, all you are gonna be hearing from the ring announcer is AND NEEEEEEW NFW WOMEN’S CHAMPION, SATIVA NEVAEH!” Sativa takes a few steps towards Lara. “Simply because, the best part of you, ran down your mother’s legs.”

“I need to start recording your promos, hon.” Lara said, slowly clapping her hands together in mock applause. “Honestly. I have problems with insomnia sometimes, and those things will knock my ass RIGHT out. And as for your little comment at the end there… tacky, but technically fair game, I suppose. I like to think you’re a decent enough human being to not go down the route Hayashi and Salvatore went. I want to beat you. I want to beat you so bad I can taste it. But those two? I want them dead. Now… I’ll give credit where it’s due. You did indeed beat me. Even though I pulled every dirty trick I could think of, you managed to win. No excuses, no smart-ass remarks. You pinned me, fair and square. But now… I go back to the drawing board. Because it means I need to think up DIRTIER tricks. BETTER interference. I have no problem admitting in a straight one-on-one match? You very well would probably beat me. But I don’t play fair. Never have, never will. So I hope you can get ready for what I have in store. Because if you go into the title match just taking it for granted that you know what I can do? You’re making a bad mistake.”

Sativa nods her head. “Ok, ok. I hear you. But, you see, you can try and cheat your way into retaining the title. You can do anything and everything you want to try and beat me. But what you don’t realize is I will do the exact fucking same thing to put you down. I’m not a nice person. I’m not a decent human being. I’ve gone to hell and back to beat people. I’ve kidnapped someone’s child to get into their head to beat them. I have bled more in a ring than any other moment in my life, combined. So bring whatever you think will help you. Get the entire women’s roster minus the Kingdom if you think that will help you. But you can’t do anything I haven’t thought of doing, done, or had done to me. You want to beat me, you’ll need this.”

Sativa reached into her cleavage and pulls something out. She grabs Laras hand and puts the item in her palm. “Let’s see if you got the guts, smarts, and talent to beat me. Because if you don’t, MY title is coming home with me to the Kingdom.” Sativa drops her mic and rolls out of the ring as her music kicks up. Lara opens her hand to see that Sativa put a bullet in her palm.
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[MATCH #6. SINGLES MATCH - "THE SLASHER" EDDY POE VS "BIG BAD" CHRIS WOLFE (C)]
HANSON
“Well, that was tense….”

REYNOLDS
“Oh I hope Lara beats her ass!”

HANSON
“Well, Sativa Nevaeh might be a bit questionable in her motives and actions sometimes but she’s quickly finding her footing here in NFW. You’ve gotta admit.”

REYNOLDS
“And I’m supposed to give a shit? She’s a champion over in another company! Why doesn’t she just be happy over there? She has to come and take one of ours?!”

HANSON
“Considering she’s signed a contract, yes. It’s her right. Love her or hate her, she’s next in line. It’s not like anybody else has directly stepped up.”

REYNOLDS
“Meh...just shut up. Here’s Roger, in the ring.”

ARDEN

~You're all gonna die!~

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

ARDEN
"Introducing first, the challenger!! From Battle Creek, Michigan!! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds!!! THHEEEE SLLLLASHEEEEERRRR!!! EDDYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOE!!!"

Halfway down the aisle, Eddy Poe stalks towards the ring with a purpose, watching Tyson in the ring as he carries the motorized weapon at his side. Eddy Poe gets in and starts swinging the chainsaw around in another dance before moving to his corner, switching it off and setting it down out of the way.



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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

Chris Wolfe came out of his corner, carefully watching his opponent. Across the ring, Eddy Poe slowly stalked his way towards the center of the ring, not unlike a classic Slasher-esque character. Each step slow and eerie as he approached the defending champion. Once both men met in the center, Chris Wolfe lunged forward and initiated a collar and elbow tie up. Rather than jockying for position, Eddy Poe simply powered the man off and shoved him back, showing his strength due to the thirty pounds, give or take, of muscle he had over Wolfe. Chris Wolfe stumbled back, looking Eddy Poe over as the Slasher simply smiled a wicked smile under his face paint. The two met in the center again where they locked up again. Once more, Eddy showed his strength and shoved Chris back into the ropes. Chris caught himself to keep from rebounding off and being forcefully projected back at Poe. He looked at the Slasher, seemingly unsure of how to even approach this one. The crowd, meanwhile, was split down the middle.

LET'S GO SLASHER!

BIG BAD WOLFE!

LET'S GO SLASHER!

BIG BAD WOLFE!

Wolfe and Poe circled the ring some more as the crowd continued chanting. Chris Wolfe seemed to realize that maybe a tieup wasn't the way to go with this one so he opted for a more forward approach. He lunged forward, initiating a half tie up with Poe before he began throwing one of his forearms into Poe's face and the side of his head, firing off rapid shots to the man. Poe stumbled back and Wolfe switched to strikes with his hands. Poe looked almost rocked until he reached up and caught Chris Wolfe by the wrist and smiled. He shook his head slowly and wagged a finger - 'no no no' - before Chris Wolfe threw his other hand for a shot. Eddy Poe caught that one and jerked forward, catching Wolfe with a stiff headbutt! Chris rocked backwards as Eddy came in with quick shots now. A rather impressive display of what looked like a mix of MMA and Pancrase strikes as he hit Chris with open hand chops, forearms and knees. He finished with a spinning back heel kick before running off of the ropes. As he came back, Chris Wolfe went for a discus elbow. Eddy Poe ducked underneath and came off the other side of the ropes for a Running Crossbody, bringing Chris Wolfe down right into a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Eddy Poe chuckle, darkly and picked Chris Wolfe up to his feet. From there, he began to lay into Wolfe with his arsenal of stiff, heavy kicks and sharp chops. Poe's power came into play when Chris Wolfe started trying to mount a counter-offense and found himself on the receiving end of Eddy's powerplay as Poe began countering running attacks with Bicycle Kicks and Hip Tosses. Finally, Eddy pressed Wolfe up over his head, garnering a pop from his side of the crowd as he Gorilla Pressed the champion high over his head and threw him over the top rope. Chris Wolfe landed smack dab on the padded floor with a sickening thud!

HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HOLY SHIT, NICKY!!!!!"

Chris Wolfe clutched his body, rolling over onto his back, reeling in pain. The referee eventually began the count and Eddy Poe tried to move passed the ref but Official James Greer turned to keep him back and in the ring. Eddy threw his hands up in a lazy shrug as he waited for Chris to start making it to his feet. James Greer began counting.

HANSON
"Chris better get up or he gets counted out! He'll keep the belt but he doesn't wanna do so like that!"

REYNOLDS
"I wouldn't get back into the ring with that guy!"

HANSON
"Well, you're not Chris Wolfe!!"

6!

...

7!

HANSON
"Referee's at seven!! Chris is almost up but not quite!!"

8!

REYNOLDS
"Eight! If you are gonna get up, c'mon, Chris!"

9!

Finally, causing a buzz through the crowd, Eddy Poe moved and slipped out of the ring behind the ref on the side and quickly started making his way around to where Chris Wolfe was. Just before the referee hit '10' he spotted Eddy outside the ring and threw his hands up, rolling his eyes. Beelining for Chris Wolfe, Eddy Poe moved like a Hollywood slasher villain, stalking at a brisk pace towards Chris as he rested against the apron. He didn't realize Chris had seen him coming and at the last possible second -- WHAM -- a foot right in the face to Eddy Poe!

HANSON
"OHHHHH!!!!'

REYNOLDS
"SUPERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!!!!"

Spit went flying and Eddy Poe grabbed his face with one hand, stumbling back from Chris Wolfe. The part of the crowd on Chris' side roared with approval as the TV Champion rushed Poe with a second wind, laying into him with fists and forearms before Irish Whipping him right towards the ringpost. Eddy Poe slammed into it, shoulder first with a dull SMACK and let out his first real vocal noise of the match as he yelled in pain and grabbed his shoulder. As Eddy stumbled towards the foot of the ramp, Chris Wolfe climbed up onto the apron. Eddy Poe turned around just as Chris Wolfe hopped up and springboarded off of the outside of the turnbuckle and hit an amazing moonsault, crashing down right onto Eddy! Both men went down as the crowd went wild.

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

Meanwhile, Referee James Greer decided to begin the count again. Chris Wolfe and Eddy Poe immediately began stirring, trying to get to their feet. As the count started climbing, Chris Wolfe made it up to his feet first and grabbed Eddy Poe, throwing him back into the ring before sliding in, himself. Meanwhile, Eddy Poe scrambled to his feet and ran off of the ropes, coming at Chris Wolfe for a Claymore Kick attempt.

HANSON
"Watch out, HERE COMES EDDY!!!!"

Chris Wolfe ducked under the leg and ran off the ropes behind Poe. Eddy Poe immediately dropped his leg and bounded off of the ropes again, coming to meet Chris in the center. Chris was one step ahead, however, and met the man with a second, brutal Superkick. Eddy's hair flew back, spit went flying and he hit the mat like a door off it's hinges. Chris Wolfe scrambled over and hooked the leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH--KICKOUT BY EDDY!

Chris Wolfe sat up off of Eddy Poe, grimacing from the pain wracking his body. Why wouldn't this guy just stay down? Wolfe pulled himself to his feet and steadied himself on the ropes as he watched Eddy on the mat. Eddy laid there motionless like a corpse that had been laid in the ground. Chris Wolfe stepped away from the ropes, calling for the finish when suddenly, Eddy Poe SHOT UP like Frankenstein's monster first coming to life. Sitting straight up with a twisted smile on his painted face, directed straight at Chris Wolfe. The latter of which whom froze in place as he watched his opponent spring to life in the most eerie, unnerving way possible. From the commentary table, over the headset, we hear someone shriek like a little girl.

HANSON
"Jesus, Jim! You're gonna make me deaf!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHY CAN'T WE HAVE NORMAL NEW BLOOD FOR A CHANGE!!!! WHAT IS THIS GUY?!"

As the match went on, Eddy Poe and Chris Wolfe continued back and forth with Wolfe almost seemingly desperate in throwing his heavy maneuvers at Poe to keep him down. Eddy Poe pressed on, however, until Chris Wolfe caught him with yet another Superkick, adding extra force behind the kick and ended up sending Eddy into the ropes and back towards him. Chris Wolfe met Eddy Poe with a thrust kick delivered to the midsection and caught him with the DireWolfe!!

HANSON
"DIREWOLFE!!! IS IT OVER?!"

REYNOLDS
"COULD BE!!"

Shaking his head through exhaustion, however, Chris Wolfe got to his feet and picked Eddy Poe back up, calling for it again before delivering a SECOND DireWolfe just to be sure. Only after this, did Chris cover Eddy for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOUR WINNER...AAAAND STIIIIIIILL.....N! F! W! TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!! BIG....BAD....CHRIIIIIIIIS....WOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!"

Fort Minor's "Remember The Name" filled the arena again as Chris Wolfe rolled away from Eddy Poe and pulled himself up on the ropes as the referee brought the TV title over to him. Taking the belt, Chris Wolfe watched in partial disbelief as the resilient Eddy Poe rolled out of the ring and regained his footing before making his way back up the ramp. Chris Wolfe pointed to the Slasher, nodding out of respect for a good fight from one of NFW's new faces before raising the title up to the audience as the shot ended.

Winner: Chris Wolfe (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 23:04
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The arena lights go out and “Sound Of Us” by Diamante starts to play through the arena.

REYNOLDS
“Fuck is this…?”

A light hits the top of the ramp and we see five members of the Kingdom standing together, Sativa, Morgan, Lluvia, Fire, and Ice. They are all wearing part of their ring gear and the new “Behold the Kingdom” shirts. They stand there and look out over the crowd who gives them a poor reaction. Conspicuously absent from the group is their leader, Jasmine Matthews. The group starts heading towards the ring.

REYNOLDS
”Wait, wasn’t her ass just out here? What’d she do, come out here to gloat over our Women’s Champion some more?”

HANSON
”I have no idea, but we’ve got the whole crew out here, now. There’s Sativa. There’s Fire and Ice. We’ve even got Lluvia Cane, folks. She just signed a couple days ago. She’s not worried about a big lights show with her first appearance, it seems. And you notice who else is with them.”

REYNOLDS
”Yuuuuup. You know? Something’s come over Morgan Payne, lately. She’s got like this new...attitude.”

HANSON
”A very angry young lady lately….”

They all climb up the ring steps and enter the ring one by one. Sativa was the first into the ring and while she was waiting for the others she received a mic from one of the ringside crew. Once all the members are in the ring and their music fades Sativa stands at the front of them and lifts her mic.

“Aren’t you people lucky tonight! You are graced with our presence yet again! I know you know most of us already. Myself, Morgan, Fire, and Ice. The other beautiful lady in the ring with us is Lluvia Cane. She has just recently signed with New Frontier. She was the last member we needed to join to complete our group. Now, you all have a proper group to rule the company. You have the best, and hottest, group in wrestling.”

REYNOLDS
”They are pretty goddamn hot….”

HANSON
”Oh, now you wanna compliment them.”

The crowd cheers for the attractiveness of the women in the ring but then boo for the attitude. “You are all probably wondering where the most important member of our group is at. The key member. The Queen of the Kingdom. She signed before the last event and didn’t make an appearance and she has yet to show up. Well, without further ado. I introduce to you all. The Queen of the Kingdom. The mastermind behind the Collective. Jasmine Matthews!!”

REYNOLDS
”Wait, WHAT?!”

HANSON
”She’s HERE?!”

The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. An eerie purple glow begins to appear on the stage as the guitar strums kick in the words "Even in these chains you can't stop me" repeated four times with a loud drum strike after each one. After the fourth, the guitars and drums kick in full force and the words "The Fanged Rose" appears on the screen with the well known red eyes of the Matthews "Reptile" behind it.

You see I am the wolf.

and this dirty little piggy

lives inside of me.

You see every and then

I forget which one I want

and which one I need.

I have come to realize

that both of them have become a necessity.

I now have come to realize

that I become which animal I choose to feed!

As Maria shrieks the follow up The Fanged Rose comes through the curtain. The black coat buckled around her throat with the hood up shadowing her face. She steps to where the stage and the ramp meet she drops into a kneel with a hand on the ramp.

REYNOLDS
”HOOOOOLY SHIT, NICKY!!”

HANSON
”Ladies and gentlemen, the Kingdom. Is. COMPLETE!! Not only is Lluvia Cane with us, but here comes their rather esteemed leader! Jasmine Matthews. Has. ARRIVED!”

Even in these chains, you won't stop me!

Even in these chains, you won't break me!

Even in these chains, you won't take me!

Even in these chains, you won't hold me!

Each line she bobs lightly until the final word and Jasmine shoots up straight throwing the hood back from her face and letting out a bestial shriek before she sprints to the ring and slides under the ropes. She pops back up and marches to the turnbuckle where she climbs to the top, throws one leg over to balance herself and lifts a single fist into the air.

Jasmine hops down, stretching her right leg once before moving down the line to each of them and giving them a little embrace. When she reaches Sativa she throws her hand out and flips the hair from the side of her shoulder with a smirk.

She then moves next to Sativa who hands her the mic. Once she has the mic she looks around at the crowd, many of them booing her and gives the little ‘Oh, so scared’ face before lifting the mic to her lips

“Go ahead and hate us, It doesn’t change a fucking thing. It doesn’t change who we are. It doesn’t change what we are about and it sure as fuck won’t change what’s about to happen to every one of those little barbie bitches in the back.”

Those standing with Jasmine all smile and nod their agreements but Jasmine just continues.

“It’s about a level of excellence that has been passed down in my family since before a lot of those dime a dozen wannabes even knew what a fuck a wrestling ring WAS! It’s about a level of complete dominance that a lot of the roster only wishes they could duplicate.

What you see standing before you is the fist of the business. Five, which alone may be a target or abused but when the five gather and close into a fist? All that’s left is to decide which of you pasty, no name, self-absorbed guttersnipes are gonna get hit square in the fucking mouth.”

To give a visual example of her point Jasmine lifts the hand not holding the mic. The hand was open showing the five fingers and then slowly closed, balling into a tight fist.

“It doesn’t matter what you do in the end and I pray to god or whatever fucking invisible being you pray to that you understand that. You can get your goddamn ass beat by one of us, or you can happen into a victory with the knowledge that another one of us is coming soon to punch you right in the fucking mouth.

Whether it’s Lluvia. Morgan. Christina. Lilith. Sativa or me. The end result is sooner or later everything you hold dear will be taken from you.

Your titles?

Fuck, your very livelihood?

They belong to US now.

And all that remains is for you to….”

The five women all surround Jasmine and lean in as five voices became one in a snarled threat.

All: “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!”

“Sound Of Us” by Diamante starts up again as the six women stand tall in the ring for a moment. They just smile as the crowd finally decides that they dislike them and rain hate and jeers down onto them. Then, one by one, they exit the ring and as a group heads towards the back.

REYNOLDS
”Well...I can kinda dig it!”

HANSON
”So, you’re behind them suddenly?”

All we hear from James Reynolds is a sly little chuckle.

HANSON
”You know what? Don’t answer that.”

REYNOLDS
”Gimme the opportunity and I’ll get behind---”

HANSON
”Alrighty folks! Let’s go ahead and take our last commercial break before our main event!”

REYNOLDS
”Hey! Don’t cut me off you motherf---”

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[WE'LL BE BACK RIGHT AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK!]
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[MAIN EVENT - SINGLES MATCH - WYLD STALLION VS TYLER GREY]

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

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your main event and is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first...representing the Great White North...from Canada!! WYYYYYYYLD.....STALLIIIIIIIIIOOOONNNN!!!!!"

Wyld Stallion makes it to the ring and hops up onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and soaking in more of the welcoming crowd's attention before he turns to watch the stage with an intense scowl, awaiting his opponent.



The crowds cheers turn to boo as Disturbed's "The Best Ones Lie" explodes through the speakers. The lights take on a darker tone as the Renegade's symbol appears on the video wall. Smoke fills the curtain frame so that we don't see it open. All we see is the shredded, seething form if Tyler Grey come stepping through the smoke with his patented look of pure, utter, hate on his face. Around his waist is the NFW Jr. Heavyweight Championship.

Tyler Grey raises his fist out in front of him and 'pulls the pin', popping out his thumb. He sneers down at the ring, and slams that fist into his hand with an angry yell before starting down towards the ring at a brisk place, right down the middle. Fans throw jeers and insults at him which he completely ignores as he storms his way down the ramp, staring daggers at Wyld Stallion.

ARDEN
"His opponent!!! Representing the Renegades!!! He is the NFW Junior Heavyweight Champion!!! THE TERMINATOR.....TYLEEEEEEERRR GRRRRRRREEEEEEEY!!!!!!"

Seething with utter hatred, Tyler Grey storms the rest of the way to the ring and promptly enters through the ropes where he removes his championship belt and holds it up over his head as he walks and gets right up in Wyld Stallion's face until the referee separates them so he can call for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Wyld and Tyler are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two men circle the ring before they lock up. Wyld though, doesn’t stay in the position long as he goes behind and wraps Tyler in a waist lock and picks his opponent up and slams him face first into the mat. Wyld then picks Tyler up into a seated position and takes a few steps back before delivering a hard kick that echoes through the arena straight to the middle of Tyler’s back which causes him to arch his back before Wyld delivers a second, third, fourth kick. Wyld then comes to the front of Tyler and looks to hit a kick to the chest, but Tyler this time is ready and catches Wyld’s leg and stands up before twisting the leg with a dragon screw.

HANSON
"OH!!! And there's a dragon screw to Wyld Stallion!"

REYNOLDS
"Looked like he about ripped the damn thing off!!"

Wyld rolls to the ropes and ultimately to a corner where he stands shaking his leg. This is enough of an opening for Tyler who charges in and delivers a splash to Wyld before tossing him out of the corner and jumping to the top rope and in one motion launches himself with a moonsault that lands perfectly on his opponent and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Tyler stays on the offensive as he picks Wyld up and looks for a brainbuster, but Wylde delivers a few well placed knee strikes to the top of Tyler’s head causing him to lose his grip and Wyld to drop down behind his opponent. Wyld then grabs Tyler once again in a waist lock and this time, pops his hips and delivers a German Suplex. Wyld doesn’t release his grip though as he gets back up with Tyler and delivers two more German Suplexes, but he still doesn’t release the grip. Wyld picks Tyler up once more, but this time wraps him up in a straight jacket maneuver before delivering one last German suplex and bridging up for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Wyld picks Tyler up and shoots him off into the ropes. Tyler hits the ropes and Wyld goes for clothesline, but Tyler ducks under and hits his opponent with a jumping neckbreaker and following up with a standing moonsault. He once again goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Wyld climbs up to the top rope and waits for Tyler to make it up to his feet. As Tyler does, Wyld launches himself and looks to hit a Dragonrana, but Tyler blocks it and delivers a powerbomb of his own before picking Wyld up and delivering two more before going for a jackknife cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Tyler now, climbs to the top rope and looks down at his downed opponent and launches himself looking to hit a corkscrew moonsault, but as he comes down, Wyld gets his knees up and drives them into his midsection. Tyler follows up with a few well placed kicks to the chest before following it up with a shining wizard. Wyld again climbs to the top rope and waits for Tyler to make it to his feet. As he does, Wyld launches himself and this time delivers the Dragonrana and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOUR WINNER......WYYYYYYLD....STALLLLIIIIIIOOONNNN!!!!"

"The Void" fills the arena again as Wyld Stallion celebrates his victory in the ring while Tyler Grey rolls out of the ring and snatches his Jr. Heavyweight Championship as he backs up the ramp. Inside the ring, Wyld Stallion points up the ramp at Tyler Grey, shouting at him.

HANSON
"And Wyld Stallion makes good on his promise to teach Tyler Grey a lesson!!! Justice For Erin is alive!!"

REYNOLDS
"He just pinned the Junior Heavyweight Champion, Nicky!!"

HANSON
"He did, indeed! He's entitled to a shot at that title if he so wants it!"

REYNOLDS
"So two newbies just come right into NFW and they automatically win championship matches?!"

HANSON
"Well, we know Sativa Nevaeh's got her match with Lara Blackheart set up for Invasion in June! Tyler Grey will be meeting Jag'hatai D'habi at that same event! We'll see where Wyld Stallion factors in with that one! That's all the time we've got tonight, though, folks! So long and we thank you for joining us! We'll see you next week in Boise, Idaho!!"

The credits roll....
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NFW Staff
Commentary Team
Nick Hanson and James Reynolds

Ring Announcer
Roger Arden

General Manager
Steven Brody

Women’s General Manager
Savannah Hayes

Senior Officials
James Greer and Yumi Akiyama

Interview Staff On Duty
Josh Davidson
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Match Winners
Match #1. Kimi Smalls def. Aurora Riley
Match #2. Jag'hatai D'habi and Darius Crowley wrestled to a 30:00 Draw
Match #3. The Rebel Forces and Suzuki-gun went to a no contest when Solomon Rex interrupted
Match #4. Candi Broduer def. Mary Kennedy to retain the Women's TV Title
Match #5. The Turn-It-Up Express and Bullet Club went to a no contest when Ultra-Violence interrupted
Match #6. Chris Wolfe def. Eddy Poe to retain the TV Title
Match #7. Wyld Stallion def. Tyler Grey
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Match Writers
Match #1. Kimi Smalls v. Aurora Riley written by fireandice
Match #2. Jag'hatai D'habi v. Darius Crowley written by fireandice
Match #3. The Rebel Forces v. Suzuki-gun written by Bert
Match #4. Candi Broduer v. Mary Kennedy written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #5. Turn-It-Up Express v. Bullet Club written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #6. Chris Wolfe v. Eddy Poe written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #7. Wyld Stallion v. Tyler Grey written by fireandice
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Commentary
All commentary was written by Commissioner Steven Brody