Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Dec 10, 2022 14:39:31 GMT -8
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Seth Ernst: Looks like we won’t have to wait till the main event to see the Unforgiven, Miranda!
Miranda Augustino: Frankly, I’m surprised he’s even here after the punishment he’s taken over the last few weeks!
Seth Ernst: That’s Damon Cross for you, though! You might slow him down, but you’ll never stop him!
His entrance video plays along with his music, but becomes laden with visual static and distortions before it finally goes out, though the music keeps playing. After a few moments and some confusion, a spotlight shines down on the center of the ring, where Damon sits on a folding chair. Dressed in his ring gear, he sits with his head lowered and his elbows on his knees, hands between them. When the first chorus peals out…
”The blood runs free
The rain turns red
Give me the wine
You keep the bread
The voices echo in my head
Is God alive or is God dead?
Is God dead?”
The rain turns red
Give me the wine
You keep the bread
The voices echo in my head
Is God alive or is God dead?
Is God dead?”
…Cross lifts his head and stares into the hard camera. The harsh glow of the spotlights shows the lingering marks from his war with Kasey Kash and other recent battles, in the ring and out. “God is Dead?” starts to fade out and Cross brings up the stick, though he pauses until the notes are fully gone before he finally speaks.
Damon Cross: Over ten years ago, I stood behind the curtain for the first time, waiting for my music to play. My professional in-ring debut for the long-gone but never-forgotten ACW promotion. It literally feels like a lifetime ago.
A little ride down memory lane, then? Sure, why not?
Damon Cross: I don’t remember where that match took place. I don’t remember who my opponent was, either. Hell, I can barely recall what my old theme sounds like.
There’s a faint bit of laughter, quiet but genuine and laden with nostalgia.
Damon Cross: What I do remember is how I felt. Every hair standing on end, not a millimeter of flesh untouched by goosebumps, my hands shaking and the sweat pouring off me. The voices of Eric Donavan and Hiashi Shinsuma mingling in my head, spouting instructions and insight, thoughts of those I was doing this for and those I was doing it to spite. Then the music struck and I walked out onto that stage, looking upon a sea of roaring humanity not unlike you ladies, gentlemen and all else here tonight and thinking… this is where I should be. Much like almost everything else, I also don’t remember if I won or lost that night. Pretty sure I didn’t care, though. I didn’t sleep that night because the adrenaline was neverending.
Though they’re here for action, the fans are fairly taken by the tale, reacting to Damon’s reminiscence and rumination.
Miranda Augustino: So… is this Storytime with Damon Cross or what? Because if he’s gonna keep going, I’m going to need more snacks.
Seth Ernst: This does seem a little off.
Miranda Augustino: Yeah, what’s gotten into him I wonder? Besides glass, splinters and all else courtesy of the Wolf Creek Death Match!
When Damon gets out of the chair at last, it seems to require more effort than one would expect. Miranda seems to be right on the money in reference to the match with Kash and, as the unforgiving glow of the spotlight shows us, there’s plenty of war wounds remaining on the body of the man formerly known as the Redeemer. Damon’s shoulders rise and fall heavily before he speaks again.
Damon Cross: I called them early that morning. Like… at an hour that should have earned me a beating on general principle.
He laughs again, slightly, running a hand through his long, dark hair.
Damon Cross: Hiashi… told me that that’s how it should feel each and every night. And when the first night comes that it doesn’t? When the cheers or hatred of the fans doesn’t move you, when the music doesn’t pulse like lightning through your body, when you don’t feel 110% alive and ready to step into this ring and fight for everything?
He points at the hard camera, staring hard into it.
Damon Cross: That’s when you’re done.
Lowering his hand slowly, Damon turns to the fans. He walks around the ring for a moment, looking at them… all of them… before coming to where he started and leaning on the top rope. His voice goes down a little.
Damon Cross: I haven’t felt any of that in a long time.
Walking back to the chair, he sits down again.
Damon Cross: Where do you find any sort of joy in a place that harbors people who will stab family and friends alike in the back for glory? Where is the honor in combat against people who would rather mock and insult people into a torpor instead of letting their actions speak for them? How do you muster excitement to show up to work wondering if some sociopathic nutbar is going to assault your family or try to put you out of a job entirely because of whatever frivolous reason flits to life in their heads? Is this what the business that saved me from myself for so long has become? Is it going to be what destroys me anyway?
More needs to be said, but Damon has no answers to his own questions. He tries, several times, to articulate a response… but nothing comes. His mouth opens, but there are no words. The fans don’t know what to make of it either. It’s an uncomfortable moment.
Then, snapping, Damon picks up the chair, folds it with a clank and chucks it up the ramp! He kicks the bottom rope in frustration before locking down, trying to get a hold of himself!
Miranda Augustino: Has he lost it?!
Seth Ernst: Well, he’s clearly frustrated, but it really isn’t like Damon to lose his cool like this!
Miranda Augustino: Yeah! Just take it out on Lana Corvin tonight or something!
Seth Ernst: This has nothing to do with her, though!
Regaining something resembling composure, Damon takes a few slow breaths before speaking up one last time.
Damon Cross: The answer seems pretty simple, doesn’t it?
The Unforgiven cracks a small, sardonic smile.
Damon Cross: But don’t get your hopes up, Lana Corvin. I may not have much, but I’m still a proud sonofabitch. You want to talk about diamonds? All the shine in the world isn’t gonna save you from a hard lesson in reality. Win or lose, you’re gonna say my name!
“God is Dead?” hits again and Damon leaves the ring, oddly picking up the thrown chair as he heads up the ramp. The camera gets a good shot of him heading up the ramp and his expression, far removed from moments ago, is blank and cold again…
Seth Ernst: Corvin’s gonna have a rough evening, Miranda.
Miranda Augustino: Through no fault of her own! I don’t like this mood Damon is in; this is how he gets before someone usually gets hurt!
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Match #1/Singles
Stacy Jones vs. Alexandra Calaway
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Stacy and Alexandra lock-up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Stacy powers Alexandra backwards towards the corner. Alexandra rolls and sends Stacy running into the turnbuckles. Stacy hits hard and bounces back into a roll-up.
ONE!
TWO!
STACY KICKS OUT!
TWO!
STACY KICKS OUT!
Alexandra drops down into a front facelock on the mat. Stacy powers up to her knees and then deadlifts Alexandra up into a bridging northern lights suplex.
ONE!
TWO!
ALEXANDRA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
ALEXANDRA KICKS OUT!
The two of them get to their feet and Alexandra hits a flying clothesline. She hits Dark Thoughts and then covers Stacy.
ONE!
TWO!
STACY KICKS OUT!
TWO!
STACY KICKS OUT!
They get up and Stacy hits the Unbreakable Cutter. Stacy covers.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
ALEXANDRA REVERSES INTO A CRADLE!
ONE!
TWO!
STACY KICKS OUT!
TWO!
STACY KICKS OUT!
Stacy hits the Bat-Hammer. Alexandra falls to the ropes and the Ringmaster pops up from under the ring and hits her in the back, shoving her to the mat while making sure no one else in the ring sees him. He disappears back where he came from as Stacy crawls over and covers Alexandra.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winner: Stacy Jones
Result: Pinfall (Interference)
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winner: Stacy Jones
Result: Pinfall (Interference)
Match #2/Trios
The Queens of Chaos vs. Ford Tough
~DING DING DING~
Straight out the gate, Zara Ivory bullrushes Subie Bruh and starts blasting her with chops and forearms in the corner. She whips Subie across the ring into the opposite corner and runs in with a brutal knee lift. She sets Subie up onto the turnbuckle and brings her back down with a Frankensteiner for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Nevermind that shit! “Crazy” Bill Crazy makes the save, diving in to knock Zara off of his partner. Subie rolls out of the ring, making Bill the legal man for his team per NFW trio rules. He starts feeding her knees from a Muay Thai Clinch which calls both of the Death Riders into the ring, rushing past the ref to start pummeling Bill into the mat with forearms, then stomps. Zara gets to her feet, more furious than anything and starts stomping down with them. The ref starts counting for two of the Queens of Chaos to get out of the ring with Lilith Parker insisting her teammates let her take over. Kaya Parker stays in long enough for the Death Riders to hit the “Widow’s Strike” on Bill. Lilith makes the cover as Kaya steps out.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Gary The Fuck Up tries to hurry into the ring to break up the pin but true to his name, his foot gets caught on the middle rope and he eats the fucking mat, face first.
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
~DING DING DING~
Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, Kaya & Lilith Parker - The Deathriders - and Zara Ivory - The Queens of Chaos!!
The Queens of Chaos clear the ring with the Deathriders kicking Bill Crazy out under the bottom rope while Zara Ivory grabs Gary by the hair and throws him through the ropes before the trio celebrate their victory, each making belt motions around their waists as a message to the Heroes 4 Hire.
Winners: The Queens of Chaos
Result: Pinfall (Widow’s Strike)
Result: Pinfall (Widow’s Strike)
Match #3/Trios Match
Heroes 4 Hire vs. El Piso Mojado & Los Ding Dongs
~DING DING DING~
Ding Dong Dos starts off the match against Takashi Shinobu with a collar & elbow tie up. Dos twists Shinobu’s arm around and wrenches on the shoulder but Shinobu rolls forward, pops up and twists Dos’ arm back before pulling him into an arm drag. Dos rushes forward into another arm drag from Shinobu but he cartwheels through it and catches Shinobu with a dropkick that brings him down on top of Shinobu into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Shinobu kicks out and Dos picks him up, pulling him over for a tag in to Ding Dong Uno. They set up for a double suplex and land it beautifully before Uno places a foot into Dos’ hands and his brother flips him back into a moonsault onto Shinobu. Dos quickly slides out of the ring so the referee can count the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Shinobu kicks out again! Uno picks Shinobu up and whips him off the ropes. Uno hits a drop down and Shinobu comes off the ropes and Uno bends down for a leap frog but Shinobu leaps over and catches him with a sunset flip powerbomb into a rollup!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Uno kicks out! Shinobu gets to his feet, pulls Uno over to his corner and tags in Liam Richardson. They whip Uno off the ropes but Uno ducks a double clothesline and comes off other side where he’s blind tagged by El Piso Mojado just before Shinobu and Richardson go for a double clothesline but Uno baseball slides under their arms and safely out of the ring as Piso springboards in for a double Missile Dropkick, taking both men down. Shinobu rolls out of the ring, leaving Piso and Richardson to continue. Piso laces his hand with Richardson and hits a springboard armdrag, sending him into a neutral corner where he comes running and diving in with a forearm, then runs Richardson into the center of the ring with a Bulldog. Piso covers!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Richardson kicks out! Piso hits a standing Moonsault then moves to a corner where he climbs up and goes for a frog splash but Richardson rolls out of the way causing Piso to eat the canvas. Richardson gets a hot tag into Miles Watson while Piso tags Ding Dong Dos back in. Both men come running at each other but Watson leaps forward with a Busaiku Knee Strike. He picks Dos up for a Fisherman Leghook Driver and holds onto the leg for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
TH–NO!
TWO!
TH–NO!
Watson gets back to his feet with Dos by the arm and tags back in Takashi Shinobu. He also calls Richardson into the ring and the three hit Ding Dong Dos with “The End of Days” with Shinobu making the cover while Watson and Richardson form a barrier between him and the rest of Dos’ team while the ref counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, Liam Richardson, Miles Watson and Takashi Shinobu…the Heroes 4 Hire!!
Winners: Heroes 4 Hire
Result: Pinfall (End of Days)
Result: Pinfall (End of Days)
Match #4/Singles Match
Jenny Williams vs. Nakita Niles
Jenny Williams vs. Nakita Niles
~DING DING DING~
Jenny and Nakita wasted little time in locking up in the middle of the ring, the two women looking for early dominance in the match. The two went back and forth for a few seconds before Niles backed off only to grab Williams’ arm and twist it behind her. Williams clawed at the woman behind her, trying to get her off, but Niles only wrenched back harder and tighter on the trapped arm, causing Williams to yelp out a little. Nakita finally whipped Jenny into the corner, slamming her hard into the turnbuckle. She ran towards the woman, looking to hit a running high knee on the other woman, but Williams rolled out of the way before the knee could connect. The avoidance caused Niles’ knee to collide with the turnbuckle causing the other woman to cry out from the impact and brace herself against the ropes for a minute. Williams, seeing an opening, took advantage and immediately hit a hard dropkick to Niles’ back, sending her crashing front forward into the corner. As Niles stumbled out of the corner, Jenny immediately grabbed her and nailed a vicious snap DDT, spiking her head hard to the mat.
Nakita rolled on the mat for a minute, groaning a little before finally working her way back to her feet. Jenny quickly ran at the woman, nailing her with a hard clothesline in the process. It was clear that Niles was getting frustrated as she got back to her feet again, a little slower after taking the clothesline from Williams. Niles launched herself off of the ropes, towards Williams, taking her down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown in the process. She jumped back to her feet and grabbed Williams up, setting her up for a German suplex and putting as much strength as she could behind the move. Nakita backed up and waited for Jenny to get back to her feet, looking for …RIGHTFUL JUSTICE to put the woman away, but Williams ducked under the forceful right hook that would have ended the match. Niles went after Williams again, but the other woman quickly grabbed her and set up for a wheelbarrow facebuster. Jenny’s Executive Decision connected!! Jenny quickly turned Nakita over and went for the pin attempt, the referee sliding down to the mat to count in the process.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…!!
~DING DING DING~
Winner: Jenny Williams
Result: Pinfall (Executive Decision)
TWO…
THREE…!!
~DING DING DING~
Winner: Jenny Williams
Result: Pinfall (Executive Decision)
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Bethany Kenyon: Tonight, we take another former Trios Championship team in the Socialites…
Jeszika nods knowingly.
Jeszika Gautier: Four sisters that all talk like they were cut from the same damn piece of cloth and just never got around to finishing anything but one family recipe.
Bethany shrugs.
Bethany Kenyon: We know how this movie plays out. We know you think you’re better than us and that we’re beneath you.
She nods to Nikki.
Bethany Kenyon: We also know that Tiffany Lynn is not above taking a shot at Nik here if she thinks it’ll gain y’all an edge.
Jeszika cocks her head.
Jeszika Gautier: Just try it, Sweetheart, you can’t scare Nik. She’s dealt with nastier than you and lived to tell the tale!
Unable to take it anymore, Ashley just starts to shake her head.
Ashley Kenyon: Can we all just admit right now, we know how this is going to go? They’re gonna rush us, try to isolate one of us and then start taking shortcuts so they can get out before we regroup from the bumrush, assuming that works.
She turns to the camera and glares harshly.
Ashley Kenyon: Leave the perfume trick at home. If that bullshit tries to be a thing, I’m gonna fuckin’ kick that shit down your fuckin’ throats and then we’re gonna ram the shards in places they usually don’t let us show on TV!
She motions to indicate all four women.
Ashley Kenyon: We’ve been here before, we know what you can do so please, can the bullshit dismissals and bring something we haven’t seen before because if you don’t, it’s goin’ Up Your Arsenal and then you’re goin’ down!
She turns and walks off, the others walking right with her.
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Match #5/Trios Match
The Socialites vs. ARSENAL
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Vanessa, Danielle and Bianca run across the ring and look to start the fight just as the bell rings. Ashley, Bethany and Jeszika turn and meet them coming in as Nikki cries out from the floor. Tiffany Lynn comes over, looking to intimidate Nikki. The fight starts nasty with fists flying, Nikki watching on from the floor while Tiffany Lynn splits her time between yelling at Nikki and yelling at the referee for “not doing his job.” All three Page Sisters pull simultaneous inside cradles to escape the volley back at them.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
ARSENAL REVERSE THE CRADLES!
ONE!
TWO!
THE SOCIALITES KICK OUT!
TWO!
THE SOCIALITES KICK OUT!
Danielle and Vanessa shove Bethany and Ashley into each other. The Kenyon Sisters bounce off each other and Danielle and Vanessa Hit dropkicks that send them reeling even more. Biana pulls the ropes down in front of Bethany while Tiffany Lynn does the same on the other side in front of Ashley. The Kenyons fall back from the impact of the dropkicks and go over the top to the floor. Jeszika tries to fight all three Socialites by herself but is eventually overwhelmed. Bianca hits a big lariat while Danielle and Vanessa hold Jeszika’s legs at the ankles. Jeszika goes down and Vanessa covers.
ONE!
TWO!
JESZIKA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JESZIKA KICKS OUT!
Danielle drops an elbow and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
JESZIKA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
JESZIKA GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Vanessa and Danielle get Jeszika up and Bianca puts Jeszika over her shoulder. Vanessa and Danielle move in to make it a three-Socialite Influencers. Bianca covers.
ONE!
TWO!
ASHLEY BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
ASHLEY BREAKS IT UP!
Bethany hits a Kiss Off on Vanessa. Ashley clotheslines Danielle over the top. Bianca gets up and eats Kiss Your Ass Goodbye. Jezika finishes off Up Your Arsenal and Bianca is forced to tap.
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Winners: ARSENAL
Result: Submission (Your Arsenal)
Winners: ARSENAL
Result: Submission (Your Arsenal)
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The Twins stand stoically in one of the corners. Shamsiel perches up on an adjacent corner like a bird. Lucifer stands in the center of the right flanked by Tia and Sariel. Behind them, her massive frame looming protectively stands Abaddon. Asmodeus reverently hands Lord Lucifer a microphone before standing next to Sariel. Their music dies down and Lucifer waits for the crowd to quiet down. When they don’t he begins speaking. His voice was calm and quiet. Making them quiet down to hear him.
Lord Lucifer: In less than two weeks I am forced to lead a team of rag-tag miscreants against my own Children. All while they have to fight for a pathetic excuse for a man. This farce of a match is meant to get to me and my Children. Little does Isabella know exactly how loyal my Children are to me.
He pauses and looks at the Children. A warm and caring expression on his face. When he returns his gaze to the camera the stoic expression returns. One that hints at dark emotions hiding just before the surface.
Lord Lucifer: But that doesn’t really matter. The team I am supposed to be leading isn’t even complete. They are already at a disadvantage. Were I leading them against any other group of people that wouldn’t matter. But since they are facing my Children the conclusion is all but foregone. Though I know the play has to proceed to allow them to learn that lesson the hard way. They all seem the type to learn through doing and failing. They can consider this a lesson. Let the architect of humanity’s true nature show them the way. Soon they will see the light. As all do. Come Wrestle War they will do as all others. They will kneel or…
Lucifer is cut off as “Till I die Pt.2” by Tech N9ne, Tupac, and Eminem starts. The crowd breaks out in cheers for Atlas, the one man to stand against the Chidlren. As he emerges from the back Lucifer turns to face him. A look of rage passes over his face for a moment.
Lord Lucifer: What do you want?
Atlas just smirks. He looks out over the crowd for a moment. His music dies down and he lifts a mic to his lips.
Atlas: You talk a big game, ya boy will give you that.
Lord Lucifer: You are not “my boy.”
Atlas: You think your little cult members are going to be at an advantage in this match. Ya think you have the numbers on us. But like ya boy said on Twitter when the match was announced. I have someone already to fill that last spot.
Someone with whom Ya Boy has already squared up Ya heard? Someone you know quite well. You could even say this match will be your apocalypse…[/font]
As Lucifer puts things together in his head his eyes start to widen. The lights in the arena go out and the crowd starts stirring as a low, ominous intro begins.
♫My pain-filled drama queen♫
♫Is always creeping at your back♫
♫Getting ready to buy you out♫
♫Is always creeping at your back♫
♫Getting ready to buy you out♫
Up where the tron screen is, a digital clock appears, counting down towards zero.
♫'Cause we all know♫
♫What goes around comes around♫
♫You shoulda known what I was all about♫
♫Do not test me♫
♫What goes around comes around♫
♫You shoulda known what I was all about♫
♫Do not test me♫
As the clock on the screen reaches zero, the visual is replaced with burning text which reads: “CLICK: DOOMSDAY!”
♫‘CAUSE I’M THE FUCKING KING OF THE WORLD!♫
♫GET ON YOUR KNEES!♫
♫GET ON YOUR KNEES!♫
And as the lights come back on, standing next to Atlas is ADRIANNA SALVATORE! A look on her face between a devilish smirk and a hateful sneer as she stares down towards the ring at the Children of Nephilim. Right at Lucifer. Blackpool is going insane all around them as the scene ends with that staredown. The crowd gives a thunderous “HOLY SHIT” chant. As Atlas and Adrianna stand smirking at the top of the ramp the Children look at them seething with anger.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Seth Ernst: I don’t believe it! Adrianna Salvatore!! She’s back!!
Miranda Augustino: We ain’t seen her in months, Seth!
Seth Ernst: Not since the Children of Nephilim tried to end her career!
Miranda Augustino: Ohhhh this is gonna be fucking TITS come Wrestle War!!!
All except Lord Lucifer who suddenly smirks in a way that said things were progressing exactly as he wanted.
We then fade to a commercial.
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Main Event/Singles
Lana Corvin vs. Damon Cross
Before the Trauma announcer Thea Crawford can make her introductions, there’s a sweet moment from the crowd as they sing Happy Birthday for Leina Rael! Even Seth Ernst and Miranda Augustino are into it! The Cutest Little Badass grins, throws up a peace sign as thanks and takes her seat at the commentary table. Staying close, Danielle Debaillion smiles at her daughter. Damon Cross and Lana Corvin’s entrances are evenly split with the fans, but Lana’s arrogance and recent destructive actions have soured the Blackpool crowd. The second-generation wrestler looks up to the seasoned veteran and beckons him. Damon smirks and simply moves into a ready stance.
~Ding, ding, ding!~
Right after Trauma senior referee Yumi Akiyama signals for the bell, Lana charges straight for Damon. She’s quick to use speed in her favor, fast lefts and rights, but Damon can keep up and block her shots. It’s quite the back-and-forth exchange between the two as Lana and Damon trade blows and evade attacks. Damon’s body shifts and he ends up behind Lana, launching her with a Greco-Roman throw, but Lana lands on her feet like a cat! Lana’s quick to leap into the air right when he turns around and tries to catch him with a hurricanrana, but Damon’s physical strength keeps him up and he tries to throw her over the top rope. Somehow, Lana lands on the ring apron instead and counters with swift kicks between the ropes. While Damon staggers back, Lana takes a chance with a springboard plancha, but Damon catches her and rolls through into a pin attempt. Lana kicks out just after one! She even breaks away before Damon can grapple her and the two are on their feet.
There’s a brief standoff between the two and the fans applaud their athletic abilities. The match continues and it's still pretty even. It’s somewhat of a surprise that Lana’s able to keep up with a multiple-time World Champion, but she is the daughter of Ashe Corvin! Perhaps the bigger surprise is she’s not trying to take any shortcuts; there’s not a signal dirty tactic in sight. Damon’s able to level out the playing field with a technical display of his skills; a belly-to-back suplex and a bridging German suplex! Still, Lana kicks out just after one. Not only that, but she catches Damon off-guard with a double-knee gutbuster. Damon’s sent staggering from that one and soon enough, Lana blasts him with “Hecate’s Dagger” (Shotei Palm Strike)! This stuns the former two-time NFW World Heavyweight Champion, allowing Lana to go for the pin, but he kicks out at two! At the commentary table, Leina actually admits she’s kind of impressed with Lana.
Regardless, the fans are on Cross’ side. Corvin pulls him to her feet and takes control of the match. She sends him to one of the corners with an Irish whip and rushes him with a charging high knee. This is followed by a tornado DDT and a standing shooting star press before the cover, but Cross still kicks out! Pulling Cross to his feet, Corvin’s advantage continues as she lands a series of forearm strikes and knife-edge chops. The staggering results in her driving him onto the mat with “Murder Flight” (Vicious Running Lariat)! Cross hits the mat with a THUD and Corvin immediately covers him, but he still kicks out at two! At the table, Augustino wonders if Cross is still trying to recover from the Wolf Creek Deathmatch with Kasey Kash. Rael worries about this but keeps cheering her Pops on.
Ernst stays focused on the match, pointing out Corvin’s argument with Akiyama about the count. Corvin yells “It was three!”, but Akiyama insists it’s a two-count. Growling, Corvin adjusts herself to pull Cross up -- only for the Unforgiven to drive her onto the mat with “White Thunder Bomb” (Pop-Up Sit-Out Powerbomb)! The fans burst into cheers at the sudden halt of Corvin’s momentum. Cross takes the opportunity to pin Corvin, but she kicks out at two! Still, it’s finally Cross’s turn to have the advantage. He chains together a snap suplex and a double-leg takedown that leads right into a sharpshooter. Despite the pain, Corvin refuses to give up. She manages to drag them towards the ropes and seize the bottom rope. Cross releases the hold not a second later, but he begins to position Corvin in a certain way. Try as she might, she can’t prevent his “Black Crucifixion” (Slingshot Falcon Arrow)! However, when he goes for the pin and the hook of the leg, Corvin’s able to kick out!
Honestly, Damon is just as surprised as the fans. He’s actually impressed. Lana is still stirring with life, trying to shake off the cobwebs. Damon pulls her up, but she shocks him with a sitout facebuster! This slows down Damon, while Lana’s trying to buy herself more time. Damon’s the first to his feet and he grabs Lana, but she blasts him with not one but TWO “Hecate’s Dagger” signature attacks! Damon stumbles and falls onto the mat. Seeing his position, Lana reacts with a burst of adrenaline and takes to the nearest corner. She manages to catch Damon with “Goddess’ Favor” (BME/Double Jump Moonsault)! Lana goes for the cover and hooks the leg, but Damon STILL manages to kick out at two! Lana’s frustration is bubbling, but she tries to compose herself.
At that moment, there’s a shift of emotions from the fans that confuses the Trauma commentary team. Leina suddenly points out Diamond Caldwell running down the ramp -- to the delight of the crowd! Diamond jumps up onto the ring apron and bad-mouths Lana, who notices her with a glare. Lana moves to attack her, but Diamond leaps down before the impact is made. Yumi warns Diamond to stay out of the match, while Lana talks shit at Dat Girl. This entire time, Damon’s been recovering and he’s to his feet. Lana turns around -- right into a double-knee facebreaker that causes her to stagger! Rising up once again, Damon grabs ahold of Lana and pulls her up, delivering “Weight of the World” (Omega Driver/Awful Waffle)! The fans are shocked! Diamond smirks. Yumi turns to see Damon pinning Lana and hooking the leg, then she moves in for the count. The Unforgiven scores the three to a mixture of cheers and some boos!
~DING, DING, DING!~
Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match… “The Unforgiven” DAMONNN CROSS!
Leina Rael: Ughhh... C’mon, Diamond! Pops didn’t need the interference! This is bullsh*t…
Miranda Augustino: Ayyy Dios mio! Diamond Caldwell cost Lana Corvin the match!
Seth Ernst: Does that mean she’s medically cleared to compete at WrestleWar XIX?!
Winner: Damon Cross
Result:Pinfall (Weight Of The World)
Result:Pinfall (Weight Of The World)
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As the pair brawl security and refs rush the ring from backstage. They work for a few moments to separate the women. It takes multiple members of security to hold each woman back. A few of the refs stand in between them once they have been separated. Both struggle against security trying to get back at each other. Suddenly Isabella Santiago appears on the tron.
Isabella Santiago: ENOUGH! I’ve had it with you two. It appears this isn’t going to end until there is a winner between the two of you. Since you have been cleared to compete, Mrs. Caldwell. You and Lana will have your final match at Wrestle War.
Lana smirks upon hearing that. She nods her head in approval. Surprisingly Diamond does the same.
Isabella Santiago: And to avoid a fiasco like your last match there will HAVE to be a winner. Therefore you two will be facing off in a submission match.
Seth Ernst: Oh wow! A submission match at Wrestle War?!
Miranda Augustino: Can Diamond’s shoulder take that?!
Seth Ernst: I can only imagine she’s hoping as much while Lana Corvin’s counting on the exact opposite!
Lana’s smirk just grows as Diamond looks a little hesitant. Lana stops struggling and security escorts her out of the ring. She walks backwards up the ramp staring at Diamond who stares back at her. Lana slaps her hands together and then points at Diamond, suggesting that she will make her tap out again.
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”THIS THING WORKING?!
The crowd responded with a unanimous yes.
”Fucking brilliant. NOW. The reason we’re all here. This fucking contract. The contract that we’re both gonna sign, sayin that at Wrestle War, it’ll be official. Kai Morgan versus Kasey Kash in a Hell in a Cell. That he REALLY wants to throw away this friendship, everything we’ve done together, just straight down the sink. You know what? Fuck it. He wants that shit? He can fucking get it. That said, let’s just get this shit over so we can start fighting. Just get the fuck out here already, Kyle. Let’s do this shit.”
Just then, ”Heart vs Mind” by I Prevail plays over the arena speakers, with the Blackpool fans collectively giving the tune a foundation-rattling boo. Out of the curtain comes Nova Juaquin, flanked from behind by none other than Kasey’s arch-rival, Kai Morgan. The tension in the arena becomes palpable, with the realization kicking in that this is the first time Kai has shared a ring with Kasey since his vicious attack on him a few weeks prior in Canberra.
Kai and Nova take to the apron, with Kasey’s challenger holding the ropes open for his manager as she makes her way in. Kai steps into the ring now, immediately finding the sight of a simmering Kasey. If looks could kill, Kai would be dead and dismembered before he could even hit the entrance ramp. Despite this, Kai returns Kasey’s tense stare with a shit-eating grin. Kai looks at the table, seeing that only two chairs had been set up for this meeting. He bullies one of the ringside techs into giving him a third, before sitting next to his and inviting Nova to sit. The fans are in a flurry now, bringing back a familiar chant towards Kai as he sits across from his opponent.
Crowd: FUCK! KAI! MOR-GAN!
clap clap clap clap clap
FUCK! KAI! MOR-GAN!
clap clap clap clap clap
Kai picks up one of the microphones, tapping it a few times to check if it’s on. The deafening feedback that descends across the audience gives him his verification as he slowly raises the microphone to his lips. He looks as though he’s about to speak, however he instead smiles at Kasey, before handing the microphone to Nova, somehow getting even more boos in the process. Rolling her eyes at the crowd, Nova raised the microphone to speak instead.
Nova Juaquin: Oh would you all just up already?! We get it by now. We're the ones you just love to hate. But here's a newsflash for all of you imbeciles…your opinions don't mean a damn thing in the long run!
Nova let out a little laugh as the boos increased even more. Her gaze turned to Kasey, a smirk on her face as she looked at him.
Nova Juaquin: Now then…I say we get this show on the road. There's certainly more important things to attend to then being out here with you more than we have to be.
Kasey, without breaking eye contact with Kai, picks up the microphone and asks Nova.
”Who the fuck asked you to be here?”
He then turns his head to her.
”Seriously. Who the fuck asked you to be here? I KNOW for a fact it wasn’t anyone in this arena, or anyone watching at home. You wanna know why? Because you fucked off because you realized that not a single fucking soul wants you here, now you’re only back to try and get some hype under your name by riding this backstabbing cunts coattails.”
Kasey points at Kai, before then turning his attention to him.
”You really wanna play this ‘High and Mighty’ game with me, Kyle? Fine. I don’t give a fuck anymore. Just don’t get this cunt here to do your dirty work for you.”
Kai looks at Kasey as he makes his rant, unable to contain himself as he lets a slight snicker loose. Nova raises the microphone to speak again, but Kai stops her, telling her off-mic “I’ve got this” before taking the microphone from her.
Kai Morgan: It’s just so easy with you, isn’t it? Going off at anything with a pulse that even slightly opposes you. And it’s not just me, and it’s not just her. I’ve seen Twitter. I’ve seen the little slapfights you’ve had elsewhere. This is a regular occurrence for you, and the thing about regular occurrences is, that after a while, you find a constant that points to what exactly the problem is. You’re unraveling, right before my very eyes…and I honestly can’t help but laugh.
The crowd boos Kai before Nova calls for their silence so that he can continue.
Kai Morgan: And see the thing is, I’m not laughing because I’m not taking any of this seriously. I’m actually feeling quite the opposite in that regard. I know you have every intention of putting me in the ground when we face off in a week and a half’s time. Because quite frankly being a hotheaded maniac that defaults to violence is all you know. But I digress. I’m laughing because despite everything I’ve been through this year, I still seem to remember when you had me in this exact position.
I remember when I was losing my mind over my hatred for you, and you just sat back, impressed with yourself over your ability to get into my head. What a difference half a year makes, because I’ll be completely honest, being on the other end of this spade feels pretty damn good. And what’s gonna feel even better is when I finally take that from you.
Kai points to the titles Kasey left on the table.
Kai Morgan: See, that’s where you and your blind rage are getting things wrong. Because the item sitting at the end of this table could be just about anything. Hell, those could be replaced with a picture of your kid, Beau’s ashes, a light tube that you’d inevitably try to break over my head. I don’t care. And that’s the thing, I couldn’t give a damn about the Undisputed Championship. It’s not important to me…but it’s important to you. And that’s why I’m so dead set on taking it from you
Kasey takes a moment to process what was said, before cracking a half smile.
”You… you really wanna get a rise outta me, don’t you? I mean… of course you do! You want me to… to go off the rails. Go on one of my famous Kasey Kash outbursts, right?”
Kasey takes another moment, taking a breath in and out.
”Of course you do. Bringing up my child, bringing up Beau… you just want me to fucking snap, don’t you? You want that little mental victory over me, making me doubt my ability to control myself, cause we both know what’ll happen if either of us touch each other here, don’t we? We know that if I swing on you, I get fined, potentially stripped of the title, and neither of us get the Main Event spot at Wrestle War. Which I know is all that’s on your mind.”
Kasey stands up out of his chair, pushing it behind him.
”Because we know what this is really about, you can claim it’s about you wanting to take everything from me all you want, Kyle, but we both know that you just want to be the man of your household. We both know that you wanna prove to Teej and your bastard child that you’re a real man. That you’re a breadwinner. Because all you’ve been able to think of yourself lately is second best. You played second fiddle to Ringmaster, you were second best compared to Morgan in the Vlad tourney. Fuck man, even your own student outshined you!”
“Because we all know that deep down inside, you wish you had the attention that Jessi has with the Queens, we all know that you want to be the main focus of attention when it comes to the shit you do, but fuckin hell man, you went undefeated in the Vlad tourney, a feat that no one else has done. But it STILL wasn’t enough for you.”
Kasey takes a moment again, picking up his championship off the table.
”Because you wanna sit there, and claim that this isn’t what you’re focused on? Please. We all know that this is all you’ve ever been focused on. You just want to be able to go around and say that now that you’ve got this, no one can deny you your success, but there's the thing. No one ever did… you were just too caught up in your own self image to understand that.”
Kai looks annoyed at Kasey’s remarks, the words seemingly striking a nerve, contrary to his attitude up to this point. He makes his retort brief, further proving that his ego has been bruised.
Kai Morgan: Sign the contract.
Kasey looks confused for a moment, looking at Kai trying to figure out if there’s anything else here
”I-... what?”
Kai leans in by this point, repeating himself.
Kai Morgan: Sign. The. Contract.
Kasey looks at Kai, and just chuckles.
”I…really? Is that all you’ve got mate? Fuuuuckin’ hell. I REALLY must’ve touched a nerve with that last one huh? Come on man. It ain’t fun when I’m the only one to say shit here.”
Kai Morgan: I don’t need this. I don’t need validation. Not from you. Not from any of these people. Not from any of these ghosts from my past you feel the need to bring up. All I need is that, and all I need is to be rid of you.
So for the last time I say: Sign. The. FUCKING. Contract.
”You want to be rid of me that bad, huh? You really want me gone? Fuck it. Fine. You want me gone? Beat me.”
The crowd goes silent when Kasey says that.
”...Beat me. If you beat me at Wrestle War? I’ll fuck off. I’ll leave. If you REALLY want me gone that badly, I will leave New Frontier Wrestling if you are able to beat me.”
Kasey leans down and signs the contract, before sliding it Kai’s way.
”You beat me at Wrestle War, Kyle… I’ll never return. There. You happy now, fuckhead?”
Kai smiles, whispering to Nova before answering his WrestleWar opponent.
Kai Morgan: Perfect.
Kai signs the contract. Sliding back to the center of the table. It's at that point that security enter the ring, making sure that the two opponents keep to themselves, as to not ruin the main event of night one. All we can see as the cameras fade is Kai and Kasey, standing either end of the table as security keeps them separated.
Seth Ernst: Miranda, did he just...? Did Kasey Kash just...?
Miranda Augustino: He just put his fucking job here on the line in this match!
Seth Ernst: Talk about a huge wager for Wrestle War!
Miranda Augustino: What is going on this year?!
Seth Ernst: I can't even begin to think, Mir! But that's all the time we have tonight, folks. Be sure not to miss our end of the year show, Wrestle War XIX! Live in London at the Wembley Arena on December 20th and 21st! For Miranda Augustino, I'm Seth Ernst! Good night everybody!
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