Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Apr 22, 2018 16:40:28 GMT -8
[EARLIER THIS WEEK - PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA]
The camera opens up with the above caption. The segment was evidently filmed during the early evening, given the lowering of the sun. The main focus falls on two familiar members of the N*FW roster. We instantly recognize them as Morgan Payne and Ryan Steele, apparently attending the annual Pittsburgh Food Truck Festival.
Morgan walks along side Ryan. For once, she’s actually somewhat dressed appropriately for an evening out - as much as one could be given her overall style and the setting they were in. She wears a pair of daisy duke style jean shorts over black leggings, a pair of high heel ankle boots and an off the shoulder Punisher skull t-shirt. For once, there’s nothing on her head. Instead her hair looks properly brushed and styled - as if she actually put in some effort to dress and impress. In one hand, as she walks, is a large waffle ice cream cone.
“I haven’t gotten to come here in soooo long. It’s like you read my mind.” She says with a perpetual blush on her cheeks. She’s very clearly smitten with the superstar next to her.
"Would you like something to drink??" Says Ryan saying as he continues to tell about himself..
"You know ive never been to something like this..
Im from Ohio... And we dont have anything like this at all...."
Morgan nods at the offer of a drink. “Thanks. I *am* kinda thirsty.” Morgan bites into her cone, leaving a silly smudge of ice cream across her upper lip. She thinks for a minute about what Ohio *does* have, though it doesn’t take her long. “Bummer. But yins *do* have Cedar Point! AND the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame! That’s pretty cool in my book. Can’t say I’ve ever been there, though.” She pouts cutely.
"Yes" Says Ryan. " We're gonna have to check out the Rock and Roll Hal of Fame.. and speaking of Hal Of Fames.. We also have the Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio...Thatd be pretty cool to check out.... right???" " But i do wanna hear about the wonderful state of Pennsylvania..."
Morgan grins big, giggling and playfully giving him a light push to Ryan’s shoulder. “Now you’re just kissing up.” She laughs. “Besides, if I went into everything Pittsburgh has, I’d probably talk ya ear off and you’d get bored as all hell.” She looks off camera for a second then back to Ryan. “Buuut, if you really wanna know the best part, I can show ya after we check out some of that rock music I keep hearing over there.” She grows a little bashful. “Maybe...ya wanna see where I learned wrestling? Family’s gym ain’t too fah from here....”
" Yea thatd be cool" I wanna get to know everything about you".. "if thats alright... ?"
Says Ryan.. " Maybe check out a few sights and the sunset later...??"
Morgan tilts her head, eyes narrowed with a tiny grin. “You’re good. Ya plan all this out, or ya just coming up with it on a whim?” She asks, teasingly before taking him by the arm - the way one might see a girl do to a guy that she was totally into. “No bullshit though; I’m having fun. Yer a pretty cool dude, Ryan.” She bites her lip, looking him over. “And you don’t clean up half bad when you’re looking to impress a gal, either. C’mon!” She starts to pull him off towards the music when she apparently just then notices the camera. Disbelief crossing her face. “‘Ey! Steven Powell! D’ya mind? Getdafuckouttaheah!” Morgan gestures with her head to the camera man. The camera POV suddenly backs up, staying in place as Morgan and Ryan head off towards a small stage in the distance and the shot fades out to black....
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Following the show's opening, the music fades out, only to be replaced by Nightwish's "Wish I Had An Angel." As the crowd pops in anticipation for the familiar entrance theme, Erin Mercer comes running out on stage in green gear and her leather jacket. After completing her patented entrance, she calls for a microphone and pauses a moment as the fans greet her warmly, chanting 'MER-CER! MER-CER! MER-CER!' Erin smiles humbly, waving to a little girl in the front row clearly dressed up as her in her own little black jacket and faux red hairspray and one of her merchandise t-shirts. After a moment, she comes to stand in the center of the ring and motions for the crowd to quiet down.
"Thank you all, so much. You sure as hell know how to make a girl feel welcome; WHAT'S UP INDIANAPOLIS?!?!" She holds out the mic to enhance the sound of the roaring crowd. She nods, smiling, as she turns to take in the massive crowd. Erin raises the microphone again. "Now, I know you didn't pay money to sit here and listen to me run my mouth. You came here to see some wrestling, so I'll make this short and sweet. Candi Brodeur?" She turns towards the stage. "Girl, I've been a huge fan of you since your debut with Team Canada. That being said, I've been on an L streak since I came into this company and something's gotta give. I'd love nothing more than to kick back and chill with one of my childhood favorites but first: we have to stand on opposite sides of this ring and see which of us is the better woman...."
Another pause from Erin instigates the crowd into a back and forth chant.
"LET'S GO, CANDI!"
"LET'S GO, ERIN!"
"LET'S GO, CANDI!"
"LET'S GO, ERIN!"
Erin looks around at the audience with a smirk, raising the microphone again. "Sounds to me, like we have a split crowd here. I LOVE IT!! Now...moving onto something a little more serious. ROSEMARY!!" Much of the crowd boos at the mention of the name, while some cheers are still audible. "Or no, excuse me...I should say...BITCH!! I want you to watch what's about to happen very...VERY...closely! Because you're about to see not just one but TWO women that hate your guts, show the world what they bring to the table. You've already got a pay-per-view date with the girl about to walk down that ramp, but don't get me wrong. After she's done beating your ass? I'm coming in to mop up the mess she leaves!" Erin throws the microphone over head and removes her jacket, hunkering down in the corner of the ring with her hands on her knees, awaiting Candi Brodeur....
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In a match that set the standard for the rest of the show, Erin Mercer and Candi Brodeur battled it out all around the ring. Both women playing it fair and clean as they obeyed the referees commands without hesitation. After an impressive back and forth contest, again displaying Erin Mercer's resiliency against an opponent's ruthless offense, Erin Mercer managed to flip Candi Brodeur up onto her back and introduce the N*FW universe to her finishing move - a gory special flatliner she called the Red Death - and covered Candi Brodeur for the pinfall at 16:09.
After the match, Candi climbed to her feet while the referee raised Erin's arm and nudged the referee out of the way. After a tense moment of standing nose to nose with one another, the older, veteran of the business raised a hand up in an offering. Erin clasped it with a smile before Candi pulled her in for a hug, garnering a pop from the crowd.
Hanson: "That's what it's all about! Good sportsmanship! God, that was an amazing match!"
The happy moment, however, was quickly interrupted by the opening notes of Marilyn Manson's "The Nobodies."
Reynolds: "Oh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck, what the hell?"
Hanson: "I have a bad feeling about this...."
Dropping their smiles, Erin and Candi turn towards the stage, watching Rosemary's titan tron video, anticipating her appearance on stage. She never comes, however. Instead, something catches Candi's eye in the crowd. She grabs Erin by the shoulder and points it out.
Hanson: "What the hell is she pointing at?"
The camera cuts to...ROSEMARY...standing in the crowd. Standing with her head tilted and a wicked smile on her face, she watches the two in the ring. Oddly, she's dressed in her old school attire and makeup. She looks how she did when she first 'became' Rosemary in the indies. Still, there's...something off about her.
Suddenly, Erin sees something else in the crowd and points it out to the crowd. In an entirely different location stands...Rosemary...this one is dressed in another of her throwback attires.
Reynolds: "Wait...there's TWO of those crazy bitches?! Is this what she means when she says 'WE'?!"
All around the front row, different variations of Rosemary start to stand out. A total of five, all looking to be dressed as her in different attires, makeup, hair etc throughout her career.
Hanson: "I don't like this, Jimmy."
Reynolds: "Nicky? What the FUCK is going on?!"
As the music continues to play, the group of Rosemarys climb over the barrier and up onto the ring apron. Although it's quite obvioius that none of these are THE Rosemary, they do a perfect job of capturing her mannerisms as they hone in on their two targets. Suddenly, the tension explodes as they quickly enter the ring and rush both Candi and Erin. While the two who were opponents just recently put up a good fight, the five impersonators ended up winning by the numbers game. All of them hitting patented signature moves of the Demon Assassin on the two helpless victims. After Candi and Erin were left laid out in the ring, Rosemary's laughter echoed through the arena as the five attackers slid out of the ring and exited through the crowd....
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Backstage, “The Punisher” Andrew Payne paces slowly around the parking lot area. Even as slow as he’s moving, the man looks impatient. He checks his watch and grumbles. “Damn it, kid. What the hell are you doing, now?” He mutters out loud to himself.
"The fuck, dude? Domino's running late with your pizza or something?" With a laugh, Big Daddy Payne walked up behind his partner, clapping him on the back. "Seriously. Chill. What the hell are you wound so tight about? Morgan? If so... bro - you gotta back off a little. She's a big girl. She'll be fine."
Andy sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Maybe you’re right. Speaking of, where’s yours at?” He asked, looking to his tag partner and blood brother. “I saw her around a minute ago, but—“
He’s cut off by the sound of a growling engine and the pre-chorus to Hot Action Cop’s “Fever For The Flava” blasting through the system. All amusement drops from The Punisher’s face. Like a dad who didn’t approve of his child’s music choice.
The Wrangler whips into a parking spot and out hops Morgan Payne. A Steelers bandana tied around her head like a headband, a black and yellow flannel over a crop top Scarface shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans that would have probably looked better if they were just cut into shorts. Comically, Andy face palms slowly and sighs. “Pops! Uncle D! What are yins up to?!”
BDP just sighed, eyes wide. "Remember when OUR parents thought WE listened to crap? Jesus Christ."
Marissa came sprinting out a few seconds later, excitedly hugging Morgan. "Welcome back, sis. Ready to watch me kick the shit out of that bitch tonight? Just me and her in a cage... I ain't stopping until she bleeds. Bad."
Morgan lifts and spins Marissa with their hug. Why? Simply because she physically can. Once she sets her back down, the idea of seeing her sister decimate her rival puts a grin on her face. “Bet!” She fist bumps her. “And I’m gonna trash three unlucky hussies tonight, Shrimp and Lobster are gonna pinch a couple of goth skank asses and after the show? We’re gonna go streakin’ through this fuckin’ city!” She immediately turns to her father to see his reaction.
Andy rolls his eyes again. “Over...my dead...body.”
Morgan’s eyes widen as she lightly smacks Marissa in the stomach to get her attention. “Holy hell, did you see that eye roll? Dad! Do it again! Only this time, do this!” She draws her thumb across her throat. Andy just stares at her, not amused one bit. Morgan looks to BDP next. “Yo, Uncle D! The next time yins walk out together, ya should bring an urn and walk behind Pops, all ‘OHHHHH YEEEEEESS!!!’”
BDP bit his lip visibly, trying not to laugh. "Don't even fuckin' involve me in this, kiddo..." he smirked, giving Andy a look that obviously said 'this is SO your kid'. "I gotta focus on not getting the shit kicked out of me by that big bastard Abaddon's got as his muscle."
"Yo, pops... if Belphegor kills you, can I have your vintage Star Wars stuff?" Marissa asked with a playful grin.,
"......Wow. WOW." BDP said, shaking his head. "No respect, man. Rodney had that shit right."
“My sweet ass!” Morgan grabs her bag from her jeep and slings it over her shoulder. “We’re the most respectful daughters in the world! Now, no respect would be if she asked if she could hock it. THAT would be disrespect!” Morgan looks between the three. “Speaking of which, while we’re on r-e-s-p-e-c-t-ing our elders, what did yins think of my music last week?”
Andy shrugs. “Not bad for a cover.”
Morgan’s face drops as if to say ‘that’s all?’ “Really? That’s it? C’mon Pops, I picked that because that’s something we bonded over! Shit it like...bridges the gap between old generation and steamin’ spring chickens!” Andy looks at her like she just spoke an alien language. Morgan shrugs, like it made sense in her head. “What?” She rolls her eyes and turns to BDP. “Unc, you get what I’m saying. You said yourself, the ‘tree’ of us are takin the reigns when you and Pops hang up the boots. So I said ‘fuck yeah’ and threw a little spice in there.”
BDP thought for a minute, before giving a noncommittal shrug. "Points for effort and the thought, I'll give you that. And Marissa? I will have your mother BEAT THE FUCK out of you if you even touch my shit. And you know she could still do it."
Hilariously, Marissa threw her hands up immediately, eyes wide. "Yep. Consider the Star Wars stuff safe and protected."
Morgan snapped her head to the side to look at her friend. “Ya know, I’m surprised he doesn’t have all that stuff in a secret vault protected by a big rolling boulder...” She thought for a moment then raised her finger as something came to mind, “Shaped like the Death Star!”
Here, Andy narrowed his eyes and looked at BDP. “Why *don’t* you have that? Of all people, I’d figure as much.”
“Alright, so just to make sure we’re clear as rain.” Morgan chimed in again. “Unc captures the TV title from tall, dumb and broody, pops beats the piss outta Eric Draven 2.0 and we all get to respectively slap some of our fellow ladies around like they owe us money. You down for an Indiana Streaking Pahty?” She turns to Marissa and offers a fist bump.
“Morgan Victoria!” Andrew scolds in a warning tone.
“What?!” Morgan looks to her dad like she finds nothing wrong with what she’s proposing. While her father looks like his head is about to explode, Morgan looks back to Marissa. “Hey, speaking of Shrimp and Lobster; where the hell they at?”
"No idea. Ever since the Circle started fucking with Little Bit, she's been kinda closed off. Silver's about the only person outside of Ms. Chastain that she's really even spoken to." Marissa said with a slightly worried expression. "And before you say anything, I know it's not like her. Usually it's like the impossible mission just to get her to shut the hell UP for five minutes." She leaned against the car, sighing once. "We all know how much her dad meant to her... the way they keep disrespecting his memory.... I'm afraid she's gonna crack."
BDP nodded slowly, giving a nervous whistle. "Well... Hayashi is playing with fire there. We all know one thing you do NOT do is go after someone's family. Make it personal. That's when people really get hurt."
Here, Morgan turned serious for once in a blue moon and sat down on the bumper of her jeep. Arms hanging lazily in her lap as she shook her head, looking down. “I ain’t gonna lie. I hate seeing Shrimp this way. It ain’t her...and it peeves me t’no fuckin’ end! I know we gotta respect her wishes, though and stay outta this. She had to have a reason for calling in Shelley for help instead of coming to us. Whatever it is...” She sighs. “I just hope she knows what she’s doing....”
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*Rick Dickulous, William Mannheim, and Pitt are all working out in a gym with freeweights. Mannheim and Pitt seem to be keeping up well with Rick, despite the age difference*
"...and so, no fuckin' joke, they let us fight in a concrete sewer pipe. I mean, the possibilities are endless when every match is a special match. You just gotta use your brain."
*Mannheim smiles at Rick, Rick's eyes light up*
"So, like, I could do a December to Remember match, and have us fight out on the lake down in the Toronto Harbourfront, guy? I mean, I know I'll probably be ok in a t-shirt, but them Americans would freeeze their sacks off, eh?"
*Pitt looks over at the other two*
"Or, a match where the ring is surrounded by water, and there's hungry sharks waiting to eat whoever falls in...that would be bad*beep*. I can't *beep*in' believe this *beep*in' *beep*...."
*Rick and Mannheim look at each other, visibly amazed at the stupidity they just heard*
"Uhh, Pitt...we're not the WWE - we keep our wrestlers alive. But, yeah...good thought, old buddy."
*Rick continues lifting, the bar in his hands gently bending from the weight at either end*
"So, how did those meetings at the hospital go? Did they shove a camera up your ass looking for gold, buddy?"
*Mannheim shakes his head*
"Nope, just a medical. Gotta make sure everything's still where it's supposed to be and all that shit. When you hit 40, you'll likely have a dude's hands on your nuts once a year."
*Rick sets his bar down*
"Look, my name's not Adam Cole...I'm not about dude's hands on my junk. When that time comes, I'll get me a lady doctor. She can put her hands on my acorns, and my tree will grow, guy!"
"Maybe you should stop worrying about Adam Cole, and start worrying about Colt Shields. You're not fighting Cole tonight...keep your head in the game."
*Rick nods*
"I haven't had my usual makeout session with Anne. I mean, Alannah Myles is good and all, but I miss Anne."
*Pitt looks confused*
"Wait....who's Alannah Myles? Ypu mean the singer with that really sexy, raspy voice?"
*Rick reaches off screen and produces his large wooden pipe*
"Pitt, THIS," *Rick triumphantly holds up the pipe* "is Alannah Myles - she gives me that same sexy, raspy voice, know what I mean, guy?"
*Rick takes a long haul and exhales a cloud of smoke. He points at Mannheim*
"I'm not forgetting about Colt. I know that's who I'm after tonight, but I'm gonna get to the bottom of this Anne situation. Cole is wrestling El Piso Mojado, and I have a few questions that need a few answers. So once I get them, I'll be all about tearing Shields a new asshole. It's just the way things go, eh?"
*Mannheim nods*
"Get your answers, then show these people what they want to see - you've got them behind you, and that's the first step. Once Brody gives you the shot you deserve at Cole, you take it, you run with it, and you tear his head off and shit down his throat."
*Rick nods and stands up*
"Well then, friend, I'm off to get me those answers. Keep my spot open on the chesterfield, I'll be back in time to make out with Alannah before my match."
*Rick walks off camera. Mannheim turns to Pitt*
"When he gets his mind set on something, he loses focus. That's all from his mother..."
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Belphegor pinned BDP in 3:58 with the Ninth Circle, after BDP was injured during a buckle bomb spot. Belphegor backed off immediately after the pin and let the medics check on BDP....
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With a highly anticipated response from the fans, the N*FW universe saw the debut of the seemingly infamous but rarely seen El Piso Mojado. Despite the humorous antics the masked luchadore displayed throughout his match against Adam Cole, Mojado...better referred to as Piso...demonstrated impressive athleticism and ring prowess. Cole was definitely kept on his toes during the match. It seemed Piso had an answer for nearly everything.
Midway through the match saw Cole and Piso in a fast paced exchange of technical rolls, holds and flips. The climax coming to a halt when Cole managed to slip out of an attempt at a Camel Clutch and struck Piso in the back with a stiff superkick. As Piso turned around on one knee, Cole threw up his hands....
"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!"
Slowly, Piso rose up to both feet and stood silently...before suddenly beginning to imitate the late, great, Eddie Guerrero with the legend's gyrating shoulders. This drew a louder pop from the crowd - even more so than Adam Cole's pre-mentioned taunt. However, even Cold seemed to enjoy it as he laughed and joined Piso in gyrating his shoulders...right before he nailed the luchadore with a kick to the stomach and dropped him with The Last Shot for the pinfall at 10:52.
After the match, Adam Cole's celebration was interrupted by the chainsaw/guitar intro to Jackyl's "The Lumberjack." Surely enough, Rick Dickulous appeared on stage, pointing angrily down the ramp at Piso, COMPLETELY ignoring Cole. As the giant Canadian took off down the ramp, Piso, in what resembled the start of a comical chase, looked between Cole and the quickly approaching Rick. As Rick reached the ring, Piso quickly slid to the outside, running from his pursuer in a circle around the ring before fleeing up the ramp and backstage with Rick hot on his tail, leaving a dumbfounded Adam Cole in the ring....
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"YO, SHELLEY!" Lara Blackheart bellowed out as she pranced into the locker room (looking far more like herself than she had the previous week). Already in her ring gear (80s-inspired multicolored tiger stripe tights and a snug-fitting Motley Crue tee, she bounded in with a devious grin, red and green streaks dyed into her hair.
"You ready, hot stuff? First time ever... me and my bestie, teaming up... and to kick the asses of the bitches that've been making my life hell."
“I really hope that we get paid by the match and not the hour,” Shelley smirked as she walked into view in her ring gear. She was donned in black head-to-toe, wearing the minimal amount to clothing possible to show off all of her tattoos. It was what she had always worn to the ring. Sometimes she added a little more leather straps to look tougher during her bigger matches. “I’ve been aching to have a little fun that doesn’t involve harnesses and wires for a while now,” the stunt actress chuckled, looking to not only make quick work of their opponents, but to make a statement while doing so.
"Just so we're straight here... you mean stunt work, right? Cos if you mean S&M stuff, I'm giving myself carpal tunnel tonight with THAT visual. Just saying."
Lara gave her a cheesy, adorable grin before looking at her cell phone, her expression dimming significantly. "I really, REALLY hope they back off after this. Especially with the cracks about my dad. They... really have no idea what they're gonna unleash in this place if it keeps up."
“Yes, stuntwork,” Shelley smirked as she nudged her friend. “I don’t need that sort of stuff for the real fun,” she winked.
“Oh, they won’t,” she shook her head, rolling her eyes. “We could beat them to a bloody pulp and literally put them in the hospital and they’ll come back, still crying about something,” Shelley sighed. “And yes, that is coming from experience. Girls can be extra petty.”
"You don't understand. Nobody does." Lara sighed, tapping a quick message into her iPhone. "My mom's a nervous wreck. She hates what they've been saying about Dad too... but she's more scared of what's going to happen if it continues. I mean... It's hard to ex-"
She was cut off by a knock on the door, as Kid Cthulu stood in the doorway, adorably soft voice seeming hilarious coming from behind that horrifying mask. "Ummm.... excuse me? Hi. So, SO sorry to interrupt... I just wanted to apologize for failing last week, Ms. Silver. I tried to do as good as you would've when I took your place... but I guess I just wasn't good enough."
“No, sweetie, I--” Shelley tilted her head when she heard a familiar voice enter the room and was incredibly confused to turn around and see it come from behind Kid Cthulu’s mask. She shook it off before opening her mouth to address the other wrestler. “You did great out there, hon. How long have you been doing this? I honestly haven’t been wrestling very long like others my age. I just got lucky that it’s similar to Mixed Martial Arts. Which is what I had originally trained in.”
"Only about a year. I'm serious about it though." The green-masked girl said, "I want to be the best. But I also don't want to see good people bullied. So if either of you need my help? Just ask. Anytime."
Lara walked over to Kid Cthulu, giving her a friendly hug. "Thank you, sweetie. I won't forget that. Neither of us will."
Cthulu gave each woman a respectful nod, "Then I'll leave you both to get ready. Good luck tonight. Teach those jerks a lesson they'll never forget."
And with that, she turned and walked out, leaving Lara and Shelley alone again. "She is a... surprisingly good person, huh. Anyway... Let's get this thing started. Tonight, you're gonna make an impact on the entire promotion. Like... a REAL impact. The kind people actually watch."
“My favorite kind,” Shelley grinned as she walked over to her friend and wrapped her arms around the other girl’s body and kissed her forehead. “You’ve got this.”
“WE’VE got this.” Lara said with a still slightly-nervous grin. “Let’s finish getting ready. It’s time to show the world what you’re capable of.”
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Kid Cthulhu emerged victorious in the fatal four way match after hitting her phoenix splash finisher b.k.a The Call while Morgan Payne and Kennedy Campbell savagely brawled back and forth outside of the ring.
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"Ok, guys. Seriously. This stuff?" Mia Hayaski grumbled, waving her hands around at the dimly-lit locker room of the Circle of Snakes. "Kinda cheeseball. I mean, I get the whole 'dark and violent' thing. It's kinda awesome, actually. But I feel like I'm walking into a cheap slasher movie. Like some second-rate Jason Voorhees is gonna stumble out with a machete any minute n-"
She was cut off by the massive hand of TV Champion Belphegor being placed over her mouth, the giant looking down at her with a growl. "Do not mock the master. He may tolerate your nonsense... but that will be one step too far."
Abaddon stepped forward, black and white face-paint blending eerily in with the shadows in the room.
"The next phase of our domination of NFW is about to begin. I have learned that there will be a one-night tournament at the first NFW pay-per-view event for the World Heavyweight Championship... and I have seen to it that I will be entered into the brackets. And when I win... we will have the World Title in our grasp as well."
“As predicted....” Came the voice of Apocalypta as the Women’s Champion appeared in frame as the camera panned backwards. Dressed in her ring gear, minus her entrance piece with a sleeveless, cropped Dir En Grey tee in it’s place for now.
She lifted the title in her hand. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t yearn for competition at the first big show of this brand. I’d even say either Blackheart or her bodyguard would sate the hunger for destruction burning from within.” Her painted face grows more eerie as her solid white eyes gleam with anticipation and her black lips peel back into a wicked smile as she turns towards Mia. Stepping forward, she gently moves Belphegor’s hand from their ally’s mouth. “But neither of them will be fit for competition after tonight....” She pauses, creepily brushing her fingers right down Mia’s face in some weird gesture of...something.... “Will they?”
"JESUS CHRIST WOMAN." Mia flailed adorably, cute little irritated expression on her face as she looked at her partner. "Are you in heat or something? You are seriously being creepy as fuck here. This is the kinda stuff that's gonna get you forbidden to be within 300 feet of a public school."
Abaddon and Belphegor both looked, for a moment, as though they were trying not to laugh, before the group's leader spoke again.
"Just keep your mind on the task at hand, both of you. Blackheart is more of a wild card than you even know, and Silver... She is a danger we did not anticipate in our plans."
Mia’s uncomfortable reaction only seemed to amuse Apocalypta more before turning and nodding her head to their master. “Our focus is there. Blackheart may think she’s unpredictable but...” Turning back to Mia. “That’s why we have our little mouse here. Much cuter than a rat!” She taunted with a finger tilting Mia’s head up by her chin. “She knows her...” Her expression grew cold and calculating as she released Mia’s chin. “As do I...something she probably hasn’t forgotten. My guess is that’s why she called in Silver. Because she...*you* know....” Apocalypta turned towards the camera. “You know...Lara... that you fight an uphill battle. Your friend..she can’t help you. She will only prolong the inevitable.”
Apocalypta narrowed her eyes. “When this is all over...the world will see you for the weak creature that you are. Who will you turn to, then? You’ve already outed yourself as a liar.” She grins sadistically. “You told everyone last week...that we were family.” She shakes her head. “No. *This*...” She gestures to the group around her, “...is my family. These...are the ones...who never turned away!” Her arms lowered. “You...are like all of the other rats. And...Silver...Shelley Silver.” Apocalypta tilted her head curiously to the side. “How long before you open your eyes and realize that America’s little Sweetheart is simply using you because she thinks you can help her in her time of need? I give you until the bell for our meeting tonight...for if you set foot into my wasteland so boldly....” She leans forward, bracing herself with her hands on her knees after laying her championship down at her feet. “You...will just be another piece of the wreckage as the Circle carves it’s path through this company. As *I* decimate everyone in my way from this women’s division! You will join the others...broken...shattered...and the stray mongrels will scavenge what is left of your rotting carcass, as I watch from atop the peak of the mountain of rubble.”
Mia just blinked at Apocalypta as she slowly shook her head, looking from her, to Abaddon, to Belphegor. "Ho... Lee... SHIT. Y'all need to eat a damn Snickers or SOMETHING. Like...a Snickers laced with Ritalin maybe." She lowered her voice then grumbling to herself. "What the hell did I get myself into?"
Abaddon more or less pretended he didn't even hear Mia, looking to the three of them with spread arms. "Go, my minions. Go, and wreak havoc on all before you. Together... we will rule."
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Abaddon pinned "The Punisher" Andrew Payne at 15:38 with Impaler DDT.
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Starting off, RIck Dickulous was clearly off focus against Colt Shields. The first several minutes saw the man striking off target - most of the time, barely grazing the "Crazy Coyote" with his otherwise, usually precise knees and elbows.
After awhile of Colt Shields countering nearly everything Rick Dickulous had to throw at him, Rick wrapped his arms around Shields from behind in an attempt at a belly to back takedown, but Shields escaped it, spinning around and driving an elbow right into Rick's face, garnering a loud "OHHH!!" from the crowd.
Stumbling away and turning his back to Colt, Rick brought up a hand to his face where Shields busted him in the nose, drawing a small trail of blood. It was here that something seemed to come upon the man as he looked up from the blood on his fingers with a suddenly cold and calculated look in his eyes. As Colt Shields rushed in to try and capitalize, he was quickly met with the brutal, expert offense that Rick Dickulous was becoming known for: Rick Dickulous quickly scooped his opponent up into an MMA style side takedown, slamming him onto the mat before mounting him and going into a ground and pound. After several savage blows, the referee ended up having to pull at Rick until he stopped his assault and backed off of Colt who was found battered and unconcious. This gave Rick Dickulous the victory by ref stoppage/TKO at 8:20.
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In an insanely brutal tag team match, Lara Blackheart and Shelley Silver defeated Mia Hyashi and Apocalypta. While Mia and Lara threw away all intentions of focusing on their partners in exchange for tearing into each other outside of the ring, Shelley shocked the N*FW universe by countering the Ground Zero with a brutal DDT as Apocalypta lifted her up. Immediately after the nailed the move, she switched her own hold on Apocalypta right into a painful looking Fujiwara Armbar. To the shock of those watching, Apocalypta, SCREAMING in pain, frantically tapped the mat, giving Silver and Blackheart the victory by submission at 17:22.
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Ryan Steele and Vincent Stone tore the house down in their incredible exhibition match. For fifteen minutes, the two superstars went back and forth, practically on equal ground. While Stone came in with his new, more savagely aggressive arsenal, Steele met it with stiff strikes and impressive holds of his own. The match was not without a glimpse at Steele’s own aggressive side as he wrestled nearly as dirty as Stone did. Thumbs to the eyes, closed fist punches and sudden head-butts had the referee warning both superstars to mind the rules.
After 15:26, Stone countered an irish whip off of the ropes with a basement dropkick to Steele’s knee; just enough to drop him forward onto the mat. This left an opening for Rosemary’s ‘pupil’ to nail Ryan Steele with the Disasterpiece and cover him for the three count, scoring the win.
After the bell, Stone picked Steele up to his feet and tossed him through the ropes and out of the ring. For the third week in a row, Rosemary crawled under the ring, searching for something.
Reynolds: “Oh for fuck’s sake. Nicky, I’m getting out of here, this time.”
Hanson: “Good lord. Last week it was a cattle prod, before that a Singapore cane. What’s she gonna do to him now?”
Inside the ring, Vincent Stone stands patiently...obediently...waiting. When Rosemary re-emerges from under the ring she holds up...
Hanson: “Oh my g— what the hell?!”
Reynolds: “Clippers?! What the hell does she need a set of clippers for?!”
Rosemary slides back into the ring, checking the clippers to make sure they’re operational. When she seems sure, she looks up from the clippers and at Stone with that wicked smile.
Ready to embrace what’s coming, Vincent Stone drops to his knees and opens his arms. We see him mouth “I’m ready...I’m ready, Mother!” She smile on his own face is just as wicked and eerie due to the recent addition of face paint and contacts he wears.
Rosemary circles slowly around behind her ally. “We know, sweet boy.” She mouths. “We know.” When she stops behind him, she runs her fingers through his hair before gripping him under his chin and yanking his head back. From here, Rosemary begins raking the clippers across Vincent Stone’s scalp from front to back.
Reynolds: “What the FUCK is this?!”
Hanson: “As obvious as it is, Jim, I don’t get it either!”
With each, violent pass of the clippers over his scalp, clumps of Stone’s hair fall to the mat. The brutally violent haircut continues until his head is a buzzed mess with streaks of blood from where the clippers partially cut into his skin. Still...Stone is smiling. Laughing silently amongst the jeers of the crowd as he runs his hands over his practically bald head. His other hand picks up a handful of his hair from the mat. He looks at it and begins cackling maniacally. Behind him, Rosemary drops the clippers to the mat and tosses her head back, arms out wide and joins her ‘son’ in the laughter.
“Left Behind” begins to play over the speakers as Stone crawls across the mat towards the ropes, getting his face right up into the camera. A thin trail of blood from his cut scalp running down the center of his face. “It is done....” He says with an insane smile. “I...AM...COMPLETE!!!!” The scene ends with him laughing as Rosemary watches from the background like a proud, demented mother and the shot abruptly cuts to the backstage.
We see Erin Mercer watching everything from a backstage monitor. Frustration...confusion...anger on her face as she grabs the chair she was sitting in and smashes the screen with it, storming off as we fade out to a commercial break.
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In a match that rivaled some of the most infamous, brutal cage matches of professional wrestling, Marissa Payne and Angel stepped into the steel confinement, clearly intent on nearly killing each other.
It was an intense contest made up of stiff strikes and painful grapples. One of many highlights of the match saw the two exhausted women - both sporting the proverbial crimson mask - standing in the center of the ring and exchanging savage roundhouse kicks to each other's legs and midsections. Quite literally goading each other on to see who could hit the hardest. The exchange suddenly ended when Angel quickly went for an attempt at the Steel Feather but Marissa ducked and whipped around, nailing her with an elbow to the temple, sending both women to the mat.
Continuing on in the match, the two beat the absolute HELL out of each other with the end of their match...no...their FIGHT coming when Angel caught Marissa with a roundhouse to the head. Marissa stumbled back against the ropes. With Marissa rocked against the ropes, Eido Tanaka - outside of the cage and on the ringside floor - roared at the top of his lungs to his pupil:
"KUROSHIIII!!!!!"
Evidently having the same mindset, Angel sprinted across the ring, rebounded off of the ropes and came rushing at Marissa Payne who suddenly countered with a back body drop, sending her smacking into the side of the cage and tumbling to the apron as Marissa stumbled into the center of the ring. With Angel left nearly motionless, leaning inside of the ring on the second rope, Marissa quickly looked from her to the ropes opposite where Angel was.
Hanson: "YOU GOT HER, MARISSA! YOU CAN END IT HERE!!"
Reynolds: "THIS CITY IS ON IT'S FEET FOR THE DAUGHTER OF A LEGEND!!!!!"
To the delight of the roaring crowd, Marissa rebounded off of the ropes, herself, and sprinted across the ring, bringing up her knee right into Angel's face.
Hanson: "THERE IT IS, JIMMY!!!!"
Reynolds: "BITCH KILLAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
The impact rocked Angel back with Marissa following through and sandwiching her head between her knee and the cage, rattling the entire side of it. Quickly, then, Marissa pulled Angel back into the ring under the bottom rope and covered her at 16:53 to win the match, bringing their short but savage rivalry to an end. The show ended with Eido Tanaka in the ring at the side of his bloodied and unconscious pupil while "Desolation" by Lamb of God rocked the arena and Marissa Payne stood victoriously, having retreated up onto the stage where she was soon joined by an excited Morgan Payne. Morgan gave her friend a big hug and a big, sloppy, sisterly kiss on the cheek - blood be damned - before throwing up her arms to amp up the crowd and pointing to Marissa. "THAT'S MAH BITCH! THAT'S MAH BITCH!"
Hanson: "This one's gonna go down in the annals of wrestling history as one of the greatest women's matches of all time!"
Reynolds: "One of the greatest matches of all time, in general, Nicky!"
Hanson: "You're damn right, partner! Good night everyone!"
Fade out....
The camera opens up with the above caption. The segment was evidently filmed during the early evening, given the lowering of the sun. The main focus falls on two familiar members of the N*FW roster. We instantly recognize them as Morgan Payne and Ryan Steele, apparently attending the annual Pittsburgh Food Truck Festival.
Morgan walks along side Ryan. For once, she’s actually somewhat dressed appropriately for an evening out - as much as one could be given her overall style and the setting they were in. She wears a pair of daisy duke style jean shorts over black leggings, a pair of high heel ankle boots and an off the shoulder Punisher skull t-shirt. For once, there’s nothing on her head. Instead her hair looks properly brushed and styled - as if she actually put in some effort to dress and impress. In one hand, as she walks, is a large waffle ice cream cone.
“I haven’t gotten to come here in soooo long. It’s like you read my mind.” She says with a perpetual blush on her cheeks. She’s very clearly smitten with the superstar next to her.
"Would you like something to drink??" Says Ryan saying as he continues to tell about himself..
"You know ive never been to something like this..
Im from Ohio... And we dont have anything like this at all...."
Morgan nods at the offer of a drink. “Thanks. I *am* kinda thirsty.” Morgan bites into her cone, leaving a silly smudge of ice cream across her upper lip. She thinks for a minute about what Ohio *does* have, though it doesn’t take her long. “Bummer. But yins *do* have Cedar Point! AND the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame! That’s pretty cool in my book. Can’t say I’ve ever been there, though.” She pouts cutely.
"Yes" Says Ryan. " We're gonna have to check out the Rock and Roll Hal of Fame.. and speaking of Hal Of Fames.. We also have the Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio...Thatd be pretty cool to check out.... right???" " But i do wanna hear about the wonderful state of Pennsylvania..."
Morgan grins big, giggling and playfully giving him a light push to Ryan’s shoulder. “Now you’re just kissing up.” She laughs. “Besides, if I went into everything Pittsburgh has, I’d probably talk ya ear off and you’d get bored as all hell.” She looks off camera for a second then back to Ryan. “Buuut, if you really wanna know the best part, I can show ya after we check out some of that rock music I keep hearing over there.” She grows a little bashful. “Maybe...ya wanna see where I learned wrestling? Family’s gym ain’t too fah from here....”
" Yea thatd be cool" I wanna get to know everything about you".. "if thats alright... ?"
Says Ryan.. " Maybe check out a few sights and the sunset later...??"
Morgan tilts her head, eyes narrowed with a tiny grin. “You’re good. Ya plan all this out, or ya just coming up with it on a whim?” She asks, teasingly before taking him by the arm - the way one might see a girl do to a guy that she was totally into. “No bullshit though; I’m having fun. Yer a pretty cool dude, Ryan.” She bites her lip, looking him over. “And you don’t clean up half bad when you’re looking to impress a gal, either. C’mon!” She starts to pull him off towards the music when she apparently just then notices the camera. Disbelief crossing her face. “‘Ey! Steven Powell! D’ya mind? Getdafuckouttaheah!” Morgan gestures with her head to the camera man. The camera POV suddenly backs up, staying in place as Morgan and Ryan head off towards a small stage in the distance and the shot fades out to black....
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Following the show's opening, the music fades out, only to be replaced by Nightwish's "Wish I Had An Angel." As the crowd pops in anticipation for the familiar entrance theme, Erin Mercer comes running out on stage in green gear and her leather jacket. After completing her patented entrance, she calls for a microphone and pauses a moment as the fans greet her warmly, chanting 'MER-CER! MER-CER! MER-CER!' Erin smiles humbly, waving to a little girl in the front row clearly dressed up as her in her own little black jacket and faux red hairspray and one of her merchandise t-shirts. After a moment, she comes to stand in the center of the ring and motions for the crowd to quiet down.
"Thank you all, so much. You sure as hell know how to make a girl feel welcome; WHAT'S UP INDIANAPOLIS?!?!" She holds out the mic to enhance the sound of the roaring crowd. She nods, smiling, as she turns to take in the massive crowd. Erin raises the microphone again. "Now, I know you didn't pay money to sit here and listen to me run my mouth. You came here to see some wrestling, so I'll make this short and sweet. Candi Brodeur?" She turns towards the stage. "Girl, I've been a huge fan of you since your debut with Team Canada. That being said, I've been on an L streak since I came into this company and something's gotta give. I'd love nothing more than to kick back and chill with one of my childhood favorites but first: we have to stand on opposite sides of this ring and see which of us is the better woman...."
Another pause from Erin instigates the crowd into a back and forth chant.
"LET'S GO, CANDI!"
"LET'S GO, ERIN!"
"LET'S GO, CANDI!"
"LET'S GO, ERIN!"
Erin looks around at the audience with a smirk, raising the microphone again. "Sounds to me, like we have a split crowd here. I LOVE IT!! Now...moving onto something a little more serious. ROSEMARY!!" Much of the crowd boos at the mention of the name, while some cheers are still audible. "Or no, excuse me...I should say...BITCH!! I want you to watch what's about to happen very...VERY...closely! Because you're about to see not just one but TWO women that hate your guts, show the world what they bring to the table. You've already got a pay-per-view date with the girl about to walk down that ramp, but don't get me wrong. After she's done beating your ass? I'm coming in to mop up the mess she leaves!" Erin throws the microphone over head and removes her jacket, hunkering down in the corner of the ring with her hands on her knees, awaiting Candi Brodeur....
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In a match that set the standard for the rest of the show, Erin Mercer and Candi Brodeur battled it out all around the ring. Both women playing it fair and clean as they obeyed the referees commands without hesitation. After an impressive back and forth contest, again displaying Erin Mercer's resiliency against an opponent's ruthless offense, Erin Mercer managed to flip Candi Brodeur up onto her back and introduce the N*FW universe to her finishing move - a gory special flatliner she called the Red Death - and covered Candi Brodeur for the pinfall at 16:09.
After the match, Candi climbed to her feet while the referee raised Erin's arm and nudged the referee out of the way. After a tense moment of standing nose to nose with one another, the older, veteran of the business raised a hand up in an offering. Erin clasped it with a smile before Candi pulled her in for a hug, garnering a pop from the crowd.
Hanson: "That's what it's all about! Good sportsmanship! God, that was an amazing match!"
The happy moment, however, was quickly interrupted by the opening notes of Marilyn Manson's "The Nobodies."
Reynolds: "Oh fuck. Ohhhhh fuck, what the hell?"
Hanson: "I have a bad feeling about this...."
Dropping their smiles, Erin and Candi turn towards the stage, watching Rosemary's titan tron video, anticipating her appearance on stage. She never comes, however. Instead, something catches Candi's eye in the crowd. She grabs Erin by the shoulder and points it out.
Hanson: "What the hell is she pointing at?"
The camera cuts to...ROSEMARY...standing in the crowd. Standing with her head tilted and a wicked smile on her face, she watches the two in the ring. Oddly, she's dressed in her old school attire and makeup. She looks how she did when she first 'became' Rosemary in the indies. Still, there's...something off about her.
Suddenly, Erin sees something else in the crowd and points it out to the crowd. In an entirely different location stands...Rosemary...this one is dressed in another of her throwback attires.
Reynolds: "Wait...there's TWO of those crazy bitches?! Is this what she means when she says 'WE'?!"
All around the front row, different variations of Rosemary start to stand out. A total of five, all looking to be dressed as her in different attires, makeup, hair etc throughout her career.
Hanson: "I don't like this, Jimmy."
Reynolds: "Nicky? What the FUCK is going on?!"
As the music continues to play, the group of Rosemarys climb over the barrier and up onto the ring apron. Although it's quite obvioius that none of these are THE Rosemary, they do a perfect job of capturing her mannerisms as they hone in on their two targets. Suddenly, the tension explodes as they quickly enter the ring and rush both Candi and Erin. While the two who were opponents just recently put up a good fight, the five impersonators ended up winning by the numbers game. All of them hitting patented signature moves of the Demon Assassin on the two helpless victims. After Candi and Erin were left laid out in the ring, Rosemary's laughter echoed through the arena as the five attackers slid out of the ring and exited through the crowd....
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Backstage, “The Punisher” Andrew Payne paces slowly around the parking lot area. Even as slow as he’s moving, the man looks impatient. He checks his watch and grumbles. “Damn it, kid. What the hell are you doing, now?” He mutters out loud to himself.
"The fuck, dude? Domino's running late with your pizza or something?" With a laugh, Big Daddy Payne walked up behind his partner, clapping him on the back. "Seriously. Chill. What the hell are you wound so tight about? Morgan? If so... bro - you gotta back off a little. She's a big girl. She'll be fine."
Andy sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Maybe you’re right. Speaking of, where’s yours at?” He asked, looking to his tag partner and blood brother. “I saw her around a minute ago, but—“
He’s cut off by the sound of a growling engine and the pre-chorus to Hot Action Cop’s “Fever For The Flava” blasting through the system. All amusement drops from The Punisher’s face. Like a dad who didn’t approve of his child’s music choice.
The Wrangler whips into a parking spot and out hops Morgan Payne. A Steelers bandana tied around her head like a headband, a black and yellow flannel over a crop top Scarface shirt, and a pair of ripped jeans that would have probably looked better if they were just cut into shorts. Comically, Andy face palms slowly and sighs. “Pops! Uncle D! What are yins up to?!”
BDP just sighed, eyes wide. "Remember when OUR parents thought WE listened to crap? Jesus Christ."
Marissa came sprinting out a few seconds later, excitedly hugging Morgan. "Welcome back, sis. Ready to watch me kick the shit out of that bitch tonight? Just me and her in a cage... I ain't stopping until she bleeds. Bad."
Morgan lifts and spins Marissa with their hug. Why? Simply because she physically can. Once she sets her back down, the idea of seeing her sister decimate her rival puts a grin on her face. “Bet!” She fist bumps her. “And I’m gonna trash three unlucky hussies tonight, Shrimp and Lobster are gonna pinch a couple of goth skank asses and after the show? We’re gonna go streakin’ through this fuckin’ city!” She immediately turns to her father to see his reaction.
Andy rolls his eyes again. “Over...my dead...body.”
Morgan’s eyes widen as she lightly smacks Marissa in the stomach to get her attention. “Holy hell, did you see that eye roll? Dad! Do it again! Only this time, do this!” She draws her thumb across her throat. Andy just stares at her, not amused one bit. Morgan looks to BDP next. “Yo, Uncle D! The next time yins walk out together, ya should bring an urn and walk behind Pops, all ‘OHHHHH YEEEEEESS!!!’”
BDP bit his lip visibly, trying not to laugh. "Don't even fuckin' involve me in this, kiddo..." he smirked, giving Andy a look that obviously said 'this is SO your kid'. "I gotta focus on not getting the shit kicked out of me by that big bastard Abaddon's got as his muscle."
"Yo, pops... if Belphegor kills you, can I have your vintage Star Wars stuff?" Marissa asked with a playful grin.,
"......Wow. WOW." BDP said, shaking his head. "No respect, man. Rodney had that shit right."
“My sweet ass!” Morgan grabs her bag from her jeep and slings it over her shoulder. “We’re the most respectful daughters in the world! Now, no respect would be if she asked if she could hock it. THAT would be disrespect!” Morgan looks between the three. “Speaking of which, while we’re on r-e-s-p-e-c-t-ing our elders, what did yins think of my music last week?”
Andy shrugs. “Not bad for a cover.”
Morgan’s face drops as if to say ‘that’s all?’ “Really? That’s it? C’mon Pops, I picked that because that’s something we bonded over! Shit it like...bridges the gap between old generation and steamin’ spring chickens!” Andy looks at her like she just spoke an alien language. Morgan shrugs, like it made sense in her head. “What?” She rolls her eyes and turns to BDP. “Unc, you get what I’m saying. You said yourself, the ‘tree’ of us are takin the reigns when you and Pops hang up the boots. So I said ‘fuck yeah’ and threw a little spice in there.”
BDP thought for a minute, before giving a noncommittal shrug. "Points for effort and the thought, I'll give you that. And Marissa? I will have your mother BEAT THE FUCK out of you if you even touch my shit. And you know she could still do it."
Hilariously, Marissa threw her hands up immediately, eyes wide. "Yep. Consider the Star Wars stuff safe and protected."
Morgan snapped her head to the side to look at her friend. “Ya know, I’m surprised he doesn’t have all that stuff in a secret vault protected by a big rolling boulder...” She thought for a moment then raised her finger as something came to mind, “Shaped like the Death Star!”
Here, Andy narrowed his eyes and looked at BDP. “Why *don’t* you have that? Of all people, I’d figure as much.”
“Alright, so just to make sure we’re clear as rain.” Morgan chimed in again. “Unc captures the TV title from tall, dumb and broody, pops beats the piss outta Eric Draven 2.0 and we all get to respectively slap some of our fellow ladies around like they owe us money. You down for an Indiana Streaking Pahty?” She turns to Marissa and offers a fist bump.
“Morgan Victoria!” Andrew scolds in a warning tone.
“What?!” Morgan looks to her dad like she finds nothing wrong with what she’s proposing. While her father looks like his head is about to explode, Morgan looks back to Marissa. “Hey, speaking of Shrimp and Lobster; where the hell they at?”
"No idea. Ever since the Circle started fucking with Little Bit, she's been kinda closed off. Silver's about the only person outside of Ms. Chastain that she's really even spoken to." Marissa said with a slightly worried expression. "And before you say anything, I know it's not like her. Usually it's like the impossible mission just to get her to shut the hell UP for five minutes." She leaned against the car, sighing once. "We all know how much her dad meant to her... the way they keep disrespecting his memory.... I'm afraid she's gonna crack."
BDP nodded slowly, giving a nervous whistle. "Well... Hayashi is playing with fire there. We all know one thing you do NOT do is go after someone's family. Make it personal. That's when people really get hurt."
Here, Morgan turned serious for once in a blue moon and sat down on the bumper of her jeep. Arms hanging lazily in her lap as she shook her head, looking down. “I ain’t gonna lie. I hate seeing Shrimp this way. It ain’t her...and it peeves me t’no fuckin’ end! I know we gotta respect her wishes, though and stay outta this. She had to have a reason for calling in Shelley for help instead of coming to us. Whatever it is...” She sighs. “I just hope she knows what she’s doing....”
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*Rick Dickulous, William Mannheim, and Pitt are all working out in a gym with freeweights. Mannheim and Pitt seem to be keeping up well with Rick, despite the age difference*
"...and so, no fuckin' joke, they let us fight in a concrete sewer pipe. I mean, the possibilities are endless when every match is a special match. You just gotta use your brain."
*Mannheim smiles at Rick, Rick's eyes light up*
"So, like, I could do a December to Remember match, and have us fight out on the lake down in the Toronto Harbourfront, guy? I mean, I know I'll probably be ok in a t-shirt, but them Americans would freeeze their sacks off, eh?"
*Pitt looks over at the other two*
"Or, a match where the ring is surrounded by water, and there's hungry sharks waiting to eat whoever falls in...that would be bad*beep*. I can't *beep*in' believe this *beep*in' *beep*...."
*Rick and Mannheim look at each other, visibly amazed at the stupidity they just heard*
"Uhh, Pitt...we're not the WWE - we keep our wrestlers alive. But, yeah...good thought, old buddy."
*Rick continues lifting, the bar in his hands gently bending from the weight at either end*
"So, how did those meetings at the hospital go? Did they shove a camera up your ass looking for gold, buddy?"
*Mannheim shakes his head*
"Nope, just a medical. Gotta make sure everything's still where it's supposed to be and all that shit. When you hit 40, you'll likely have a dude's hands on your nuts once a year."
*Rick sets his bar down*
"Look, my name's not Adam Cole...I'm not about dude's hands on my junk. When that time comes, I'll get me a lady doctor. She can put her hands on my acorns, and my tree will grow, guy!"
"Maybe you should stop worrying about Adam Cole, and start worrying about Colt Shields. You're not fighting Cole tonight...keep your head in the game."
*Rick nods*
"I haven't had my usual makeout session with Anne. I mean, Alannah Myles is good and all, but I miss Anne."
*Pitt looks confused*
"Wait....who's Alannah Myles? Ypu mean the singer with that really sexy, raspy voice?"
*Rick reaches off screen and produces his large wooden pipe*
"Pitt, THIS," *Rick triumphantly holds up the pipe* "is Alannah Myles - she gives me that same sexy, raspy voice, know what I mean, guy?"
*Rick takes a long haul and exhales a cloud of smoke. He points at Mannheim*
"I'm not forgetting about Colt. I know that's who I'm after tonight, but I'm gonna get to the bottom of this Anne situation. Cole is wrestling El Piso Mojado, and I have a few questions that need a few answers. So once I get them, I'll be all about tearing Shields a new asshole. It's just the way things go, eh?"
*Mannheim nods*
"Get your answers, then show these people what they want to see - you've got them behind you, and that's the first step. Once Brody gives you the shot you deserve at Cole, you take it, you run with it, and you tear his head off and shit down his throat."
*Rick nods and stands up*
"Well then, friend, I'm off to get me those answers. Keep my spot open on the chesterfield, I'll be back in time to make out with Alannah before my match."
*Rick walks off camera. Mannheim turns to Pitt*
"When he gets his mind set on something, he loses focus. That's all from his mother..."
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Belphegor pinned BDP in 3:58 with the Ninth Circle, after BDP was injured during a buckle bomb spot. Belphegor backed off immediately after the pin and let the medics check on BDP....
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With a highly anticipated response from the fans, the N*FW universe saw the debut of the seemingly infamous but rarely seen El Piso Mojado. Despite the humorous antics the masked luchadore displayed throughout his match against Adam Cole, Mojado...better referred to as Piso...demonstrated impressive athleticism and ring prowess. Cole was definitely kept on his toes during the match. It seemed Piso had an answer for nearly everything.
Midway through the match saw Cole and Piso in a fast paced exchange of technical rolls, holds and flips. The climax coming to a halt when Cole managed to slip out of an attempt at a Camel Clutch and struck Piso in the back with a stiff superkick. As Piso turned around on one knee, Cole threw up his hands....
"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!"
Slowly, Piso rose up to both feet and stood silently...before suddenly beginning to imitate the late, great, Eddie Guerrero with the legend's gyrating shoulders. This drew a louder pop from the crowd - even more so than Adam Cole's pre-mentioned taunt. However, even Cold seemed to enjoy it as he laughed and joined Piso in gyrating his shoulders...right before he nailed the luchadore with a kick to the stomach and dropped him with The Last Shot for the pinfall at 10:52.
After the match, Adam Cole's celebration was interrupted by the chainsaw/guitar intro to Jackyl's "The Lumberjack." Surely enough, Rick Dickulous appeared on stage, pointing angrily down the ramp at Piso, COMPLETELY ignoring Cole. As the giant Canadian took off down the ramp, Piso, in what resembled the start of a comical chase, looked between Cole and the quickly approaching Rick. As Rick reached the ring, Piso quickly slid to the outside, running from his pursuer in a circle around the ring before fleeing up the ramp and backstage with Rick hot on his tail, leaving a dumbfounded Adam Cole in the ring....
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"YO, SHELLEY!" Lara Blackheart bellowed out as she pranced into the locker room (looking far more like herself than she had the previous week). Already in her ring gear (80s-inspired multicolored tiger stripe tights and a snug-fitting Motley Crue tee, she bounded in with a devious grin, red and green streaks dyed into her hair.
"You ready, hot stuff? First time ever... me and my bestie, teaming up... and to kick the asses of the bitches that've been making my life hell."
“I really hope that we get paid by the match and not the hour,” Shelley smirked as she walked into view in her ring gear. She was donned in black head-to-toe, wearing the minimal amount to clothing possible to show off all of her tattoos. It was what she had always worn to the ring. Sometimes she added a little more leather straps to look tougher during her bigger matches. “I’ve been aching to have a little fun that doesn’t involve harnesses and wires for a while now,” the stunt actress chuckled, looking to not only make quick work of their opponents, but to make a statement while doing so.
"Just so we're straight here... you mean stunt work, right? Cos if you mean S&M stuff, I'm giving myself carpal tunnel tonight with THAT visual. Just saying."
Lara gave her a cheesy, adorable grin before looking at her cell phone, her expression dimming significantly. "I really, REALLY hope they back off after this. Especially with the cracks about my dad. They... really have no idea what they're gonna unleash in this place if it keeps up."
“Yes, stuntwork,” Shelley smirked as she nudged her friend. “I don’t need that sort of stuff for the real fun,” she winked.
“Oh, they won’t,” she shook her head, rolling her eyes. “We could beat them to a bloody pulp and literally put them in the hospital and they’ll come back, still crying about something,” Shelley sighed. “And yes, that is coming from experience. Girls can be extra petty.”
"You don't understand. Nobody does." Lara sighed, tapping a quick message into her iPhone. "My mom's a nervous wreck. She hates what they've been saying about Dad too... but she's more scared of what's going to happen if it continues. I mean... It's hard to ex-"
She was cut off by a knock on the door, as Kid Cthulu stood in the doorway, adorably soft voice seeming hilarious coming from behind that horrifying mask. "Ummm.... excuse me? Hi. So, SO sorry to interrupt... I just wanted to apologize for failing last week, Ms. Silver. I tried to do as good as you would've when I took your place... but I guess I just wasn't good enough."
“No, sweetie, I--” Shelley tilted her head when she heard a familiar voice enter the room and was incredibly confused to turn around and see it come from behind Kid Cthulu’s mask. She shook it off before opening her mouth to address the other wrestler. “You did great out there, hon. How long have you been doing this? I honestly haven’t been wrestling very long like others my age. I just got lucky that it’s similar to Mixed Martial Arts. Which is what I had originally trained in.”
"Only about a year. I'm serious about it though." The green-masked girl said, "I want to be the best. But I also don't want to see good people bullied. So if either of you need my help? Just ask. Anytime."
Lara walked over to Kid Cthulu, giving her a friendly hug. "Thank you, sweetie. I won't forget that. Neither of us will."
Cthulu gave each woman a respectful nod, "Then I'll leave you both to get ready. Good luck tonight. Teach those jerks a lesson they'll never forget."
And with that, she turned and walked out, leaving Lara and Shelley alone again. "She is a... surprisingly good person, huh. Anyway... Let's get this thing started. Tonight, you're gonna make an impact on the entire promotion. Like... a REAL impact. The kind people actually watch."
“My favorite kind,” Shelley grinned as she walked over to her friend and wrapped her arms around the other girl’s body and kissed her forehead. “You’ve got this.”
“WE’VE got this.” Lara said with a still slightly-nervous grin. “Let’s finish getting ready. It’s time to show the world what you’re capable of.”
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Kid Cthulhu emerged victorious in the fatal four way match after hitting her phoenix splash finisher b.k.a The Call while Morgan Payne and Kennedy Campbell savagely brawled back and forth outside of the ring.
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"Ok, guys. Seriously. This stuff?" Mia Hayaski grumbled, waving her hands around at the dimly-lit locker room of the Circle of Snakes. "Kinda cheeseball. I mean, I get the whole 'dark and violent' thing. It's kinda awesome, actually. But I feel like I'm walking into a cheap slasher movie. Like some second-rate Jason Voorhees is gonna stumble out with a machete any minute n-"
She was cut off by the massive hand of TV Champion Belphegor being placed over her mouth, the giant looking down at her with a growl. "Do not mock the master. He may tolerate your nonsense... but that will be one step too far."
Abaddon stepped forward, black and white face-paint blending eerily in with the shadows in the room.
"The next phase of our domination of NFW is about to begin. I have learned that there will be a one-night tournament at the first NFW pay-per-view event for the World Heavyweight Championship... and I have seen to it that I will be entered into the brackets. And when I win... we will have the World Title in our grasp as well."
“As predicted....” Came the voice of Apocalypta as the Women’s Champion appeared in frame as the camera panned backwards. Dressed in her ring gear, minus her entrance piece with a sleeveless, cropped Dir En Grey tee in it’s place for now.
She lifted the title in her hand. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t yearn for competition at the first big show of this brand. I’d even say either Blackheart or her bodyguard would sate the hunger for destruction burning from within.” Her painted face grows more eerie as her solid white eyes gleam with anticipation and her black lips peel back into a wicked smile as she turns towards Mia. Stepping forward, she gently moves Belphegor’s hand from their ally’s mouth. “But neither of them will be fit for competition after tonight....” She pauses, creepily brushing her fingers right down Mia’s face in some weird gesture of...something.... “Will they?”
"JESUS CHRIST WOMAN." Mia flailed adorably, cute little irritated expression on her face as she looked at her partner. "Are you in heat or something? You are seriously being creepy as fuck here. This is the kinda stuff that's gonna get you forbidden to be within 300 feet of a public school."
Abaddon and Belphegor both looked, for a moment, as though they were trying not to laugh, before the group's leader spoke again.
"Just keep your mind on the task at hand, both of you. Blackheart is more of a wild card than you even know, and Silver... She is a danger we did not anticipate in our plans."
Mia’s uncomfortable reaction only seemed to amuse Apocalypta more before turning and nodding her head to their master. “Our focus is there. Blackheart may think she’s unpredictable but...” Turning back to Mia. “That’s why we have our little mouse here. Much cuter than a rat!” She taunted with a finger tilting Mia’s head up by her chin. “She knows her...” Her expression grew cold and calculating as she released Mia’s chin. “As do I...something she probably hasn’t forgotten. My guess is that’s why she called in Silver. Because she...*you* know....” Apocalypta turned towards the camera. “You know...Lara... that you fight an uphill battle. Your friend..she can’t help you. She will only prolong the inevitable.”
Apocalypta narrowed her eyes. “When this is all over...the world will see you for the weak creature that you are. Who will you turn to, then? You’ve already outed yourself as a liar.” She grins sadistically. “You told everyone last week...that we were family.” She shakes her head. “No. *This*...” She gestures to the group around her, “...is my family. These...are the ones...who never turned away!” Her arms lowered. “You...are like all of the other rats. And...Silver...Shelley Silver.” Apocalypta tilted her head curiously to the side. “How long before you open your eyes and realize that America’s little Sweetheart is simply using you because she thinks you can help her in her time of need? I give you until the bell for our meeting tonight...for if you set foot into my wasteland so boldly....” She leans forward, bracing herself with her hands on her knees after laying her championship down at her feet. “You...will just be another piece of the wreckage as the Circle carves it’s path through this company. As *I* decimate everyone in my way from this women’s division! You will join the others...broken...shattered...and the stray mongrels will scavenge what is left of your rotting carcass, as I watch from atop the peak of the mountain of rubble.”
Mia just blinked at Apocalypta as she slowly shook her head, looking from her, to Abaddon, to Belphegor. "Ho... Lee... SHIT. Y'all need to eat a damn Snickers or SOMETHING. Like...a Snickers laced with Ritalin maybe." She lowered her voice then grumbling to herself. "What the hell did I get myself into?"
Abaddon more or less pretended he didn't even hear Mia, looking to the three of them with spread arms. "Go, my minions. Go, and wreak havoc on all before you. Together... we will rule."
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Abaddon pinned "The Punisher" Andrew Payne at 15:38 with Impaler DDT.
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Starting off, RIck Dickulous was clearly off focus against Colt Shields. The first several minutes saw the man striking off target - most of the time, barely grazing the "Crazy Coyote" with his otherwise, usually precise knees and elbows.
After awhile of Colt Shields countering nearly everything Rick Dickulous had to throw at him, Rick wrapped his arms around Shields from behind in an attempt at a belly to back takedown, but Shields escaped it, spinning around and driving an elbow right into Rick's face, garnering a loud "OHHH!!" from the crowd.
Stumbling away and turning his back to Colt, Rick brought up a hand to his face where Shields busted him in the nose, drawing a small trail of blood. It was here that something seemed to come upon the man as he looked up from the blood on his fingers with a suddenly cold and calculated look in his eyes. As Colt Shields rushed in to try and capitalize, he was quickly met with the brutal, expert offense that Rick Dickulous was becoming known for: Rick Dickulous quickly scooped his opponent up into an MMA style side takedown, slamming him onto the mat before mounting him and going into a ground and pound. After several savage blows, the referee ended up having to pull at Rick until he stopped his assault and backed off of Colt who was found battered and unconcious. This gave Rick Dickulous the victory by ref stoppage/TKO at 8:20.
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In an insanely brutal tag team match, Lara Blackheart and Shelley Silver defeated Mia Hyashi and Apocalypta. While Mia and Lara threw away all intentions of focusing on their partners in exchange for tearing into each other outside of the ring, Shelley shocked the N*FW universe by countering the Ground Zero with a brutal DDT as Apocalypta lifted her up. Immediately after the nailed the move, she switched her own hold on Apocalypta right into a painful looking Fujiwara Armbar. To the shock of those watching, Apocalypta, SCREAMING in pain, frantically tapped the mat, giving Silver and Blackheart the victory by submission at 17:22.
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Ryan Steele and Vincent Stone tore the house down in their incredible exhibition match. For fifteen minutes, the two superstars went back and forth, practically on equal ground. While Stone came in with his new, more savagely aggressive arsenal, Steele met it with stiff strikes and impressive holds of his own. The match was not without a glimpse at Steele’s own aggressive side as he wrestled nearly as dirty as Stone did. Thumbs to the eyes, closed fist punches and sudden head-butts had the referee warning both superstars to mind the rules.
After 15:26, Stone countered an irish whip off of the ropes with a basement dropkick to Steele’s knee; just enough to drop him forward onto the mat. This left an opening for Rosemary’s ‘pupil’ to nail Ryan Steele with the Disasterpiece and cover him for the three count, scoring the win.
After the bell, Stone picked Steele up to his feet and tossed him through the ropes and out of the ring. For the third week in a row, Rosemary crawled under the ring, searching for something.
Reynolds: “Oh for fuck’s sake. Nicky, I’m getting out of here, this time.”
Hanson: “Good lord. Last week it was a cattle prod, before that a Singapore cane. What’s she gonna do to him now?”
Inside the ring, Vincent Stone stands patiently...obediently...waiting. When Rosemary re-emerges from under the ring she holds up...
Hanson: “Oh my g— what the hell?!”
Reynolds: “Clippers?! What the hell does she need a set of clippers for?!”
Rosemary slides back into the ring, checking the clippers to make sure they’re operational. When she seems sure, she looks up from the clippers and at Stone with that wicked smile.
Ready to embrace what’s coming, Vincent Stone drops to his knees and opens his arms. We see him mouth “I’m ready...I’m ready, Mother!” She smile on his own face is just as wicked and eerie due to the recent addition of face paint and contacts he wears.
Rosemary circles slowly around behind her ally. “We know, sweet boy.” She mouths. “We know.” When she stops behind him, she runs her fingers through his hair before gripping him under his chin and yanking his head back. From here, Rosemary begins raking the clippers across Vincent Stone’s scalp from front to back.
Reynolds: “What the FUCK is this?!”
Hanson: “As obvious as it is, Jim, I don’t get it either!”
With each, violent pass of the clippers over his scalp, clumps of Stone’s hair fall to the mat. The brutally violent haircut continues until his head is a buzzed mess with streaks of blood from where the clippers partially cut into his skin. Still...Stone is smiling. Laughing silently amongst the jeers of the crowd as he runs his hands over his practically bald head. His other hand picks up a handful of his hair from the mat. He looks at it and begins cackling maniacally. Behind him, Rosemary drops the clippers to the mat and tosses her head back, arms out wide and joins her ‘son’ in the laughter.
“Left Behind” begins to play over the speakers as Stone crawls across the mat towards the ropes, getting his face right up into the camera. A thin trail of blood from his cut scalp running down the center of his face. “It is done....” He says with an insane smile. “I...AM...COMPLETE!!!!” The scene ends with him laughing as Rosemary watches from the background like a proud, demented mother and the shot abruptly cuts to the backstage.
We see Erin Mercer watching everything from a backstage monitor. Frustration...confusion...anger on her face as she grabs the chair she was sitting in and smashes the screen with it, storming off as we fade out to a commercial break.
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In a match that rivaled some of the most infamous, brutal cage matches of professional wrestling, Marissa Payne and Angel stepped into the steel confinement, clearly intent on nearly killing each other.
It was an intense contest made up of stiff strikes and painful grapples. One of many highlights of the match saw the two exhausted women - both sporting the proverbial crimson mask - standing in the center of the ring and exchanging savage roundhouse kicks to each other's legs and midsections. Quite literally goading each other on to see who could hit the hardest. The exchange suddenly ended when Angel quickly went for an attempt at the Steel Feather but Marissa ducked and whipped around, nailing her with an elbow to the temple, sending both women to the mat.
Continuing on in the match, the two beat the absolute HELL out of each other with the end of their match...no...their FIGHT coming when Angel caught Marissa with a roundhouse to the head. Marissa stumbled back against the ropes. With Marissa rocked against the ropes, Eido Tanaka - outside of the cage and on the ringside floor - roared at the top of his lungs to his pupil:
"KUROSHIIII!!!!!"
Evidently having the same mindset, Angel sprinted across the ring, rebounded off of the ropes and came rushing at Marissa Payne who suddenly countered with a back body drop, sending her smacking into the side of the cage and tumbling to the apron as Marissa stumbled into the center of the ring. With Angel left nearly motionless, leaning inside of the ring on the second rope, Marissa quickly looked from her to the ropes opposite where Angel was.
Hanson: "YOU GOT HER, MARISSA! YOU CAN END IT HERE!!"
Reynolds: "THIS CITY IS ON IT'S FEET FOR THE DAUGHTER OF A LEGEND!!!!!"
To the delight of the roaring crowd, Marissa rebounded off of the ropes, herself, and sprinted across the ring, bringing up her knee right into Angel's face.
Hanson: "THERE IT IS, JIMMY!!!!"
Reynolds: "BITCH KILLAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
The impact rocked Angel back with Marissa following through and sandwiching her head between her knee and the cage, rattling the entire side of it. Quickly, then, Marissa pulled Angel back into the ring under the bottom rope and covered her at 16:53 to win the match, bringing their short but savage rivalry to an end. The show ended with Eido Tanaka in the ring at the side of his bloodied and unconscious pupil while "Desolation" by Lamb of God rocked the arena and Marissa Payne stood victoriously, having retreated up onto the stage where she was soon joined by an excited Morgan Payne. Morgan gave her friend a big hug and a big, sloppy, sisterly kiss on the cheek - blood be damned - before throwing up her arms to amp up the crowd and pointing to Marissa. "THAT'S MAH BITCH! THAT'S MAH BITCH!"
Hanson: "This one's gonna go down in the annals of wrestling history as one of the greatest women's matches of all time!"
Reynolds: "One of the greatest matches of all time, in general, Nicky!"
Hanson: "You're damn right, partner! Good night everyone!"
Fade out....
