NFW Collision #39 - Boise, ID! 05/21/2019!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The pyro inside the goes off around the stage before the lights in the arena come on, revealing the electric crowd in attendance at the Taco Bell Arena in Boise, Idaho. The camera sweeps across signs, banners, t-shirts and painted faces; all representing the crowd’s favorite superstars.

THE QUEEN OF ANARCHY INVADES!

BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!

VIOLENCE IS SEXY!

RICK AND MATT!
~Sign Flip~
TURN IT UP LOUDER!

ENTER, LORD OF THE HOUSE!

AVE SATANAS!

NFW!

NFW!

NFW!

NFW!

The crowd chants as we are greeted by the sound of Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds.

HANSON
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to more New Frontier Wrestling! We’re here in Boise, Idaho! The Taco Bell Arena! Home of the Boise State Broncos! We’re sold out at over thirteen thousand seats! Three weeks from tonight, we’re gonna be crossing over into Vancouver! NFW Invasion is inbound, folks!”

REYNOLDS
“Yeah, you wanna talk about an Invasion?! Let’s talk about the Kingdom! First it was Darth Pothead, coming in and weaseling her way into a Women’s Championship match. Then her little friends come in and they’re talking about taking over the Women’s Tag division! They want a shot at Nostalgia Ultra’s titles! Who the hell are they to come right in the door, asking for shit?! Dues, bitches! Pay ‘em!”

HANSON
“I’m sure they intend to, Jim. They’re just stating their goals within the company.”

REYNOLDS
“Oh yeah? I’m sure Sativa Nevaeh was just stating her goal in the company, as well and look where she is now!”

HANSON
“Number one contender to the Women’s Championship which she earned by defeating the Women’s Champion, Lara Blackheart.”

REYNOLDS
“A match which she came in and demanded!”

HANSON
“To be fair, she called Lara on her bluff and asked her to step up for a fight. Then, per company rules, you have the right to challenge the champion for their title if you defeat them in a match. Something that, like her or not, she did fair and square. And clean. Despite attempted interference from Sex and Violence.”

REYNOLDS
“Oh they did not interfere!”

HANSON
“They sure tried to! And Sativa still won! I’d say she’s earned her shot ten times over!”

REYNOLDS
“Playing favorites now, Nicky?”

HANSON
“Nice to meet you Pot. I’m Kettle!”

REYNOLDS
“What…?”

HANSON
“Exactly. Anyway, thanks for joining us folks! I apologize for the delay in our rundown here. We’ve got one hell of a lineup for you, tonight. Our main event will see the return of Adrianna Salvatore since being required to sit out and recover from her match at Gang Warfare. We all saw the hellacious beating she took -- hell, that everyone took. She’ll be going against the debuting, Queen of the Kingdom, “The Fanged Rose”, Jasmine Matthews! They had it out a little bit on social media after Adrianna Salvatore decided she wanted to step up and claim her rematch for the Women’s Championship. So that match at Invasion, on June 11th, is now a Triple Threat Match! Salvatore, Nevaeh, and Blackheart for the top prize on the women’s roster. Also, tonight, we’ve got our TV title matches. Chris Wolfe will defend against Jaxton Crowe. Candi Broduer will meet Eavan Maloney for the first time. We’ve got a gauntlet match. Speaking of the Kingdom, we’re gonna see an interesting one tonight. It’s gonna be “The Reckless One” Ryan Steele, folks, versus Shelley Silver...Lara Blackheart...and three members of the Kingdom...Morgan Payne, Lluvia Cane who is also making her in-ring debut, and Sativa Nevaeh herself. Champion and challenger are more or less on the same page here, tonight. They all want a piece of Ryan Steele after he’s apparently been harrassing Morgan Payne and insulting the memory of Lara Blackheart’s father. It’s a five on one gauntlet match. No disqualification. No countout. Ryan Steele must face all five women, win or lose against any of them. We’re also gonna be seeing more of the Kingdom in their debut. Fire and Ice will be taking on Masami Nishikiyama and Kayako Kazama of SBS. All that and more. Trust me folks; you do not want to miss what we have tonight.”

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We cut to the parking garage to see a fully loaded, Jeep Grand Cherokee pull into one of the spots. A large pop explodes from the crowd inside as it is revealed that it is, in fact, Shelley Silver's pride and joy as she exits the Jeep and walks toward the entrance with a way.

"I'm back, bitches," she grinned with a wink as she walked inside the arena and the feed went back to...
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[MATCH #1. Singles Contest For The NFW Television Championship - Jaxton Crowe v. Chris Wolfe ©]

HANSON
“Hey! That was...th-that....!”

REYNOLDS
“We know who the fuck it was, Nicky! About time she came back. Being one of our champions and all.”

HANSON


“I Hope You Suffer” by AFI echoes through the arena, as white lights swirl around the arena the anticipation begins to grow. As the chorus begins to bellow from the speakers the curtain opens, and Jaxton Crowe makes his way out onto the stage. He looks out over the crowd and spans their drunken faces.





After Chris Wolfe enters the ring, Jaxton points at the belt and then his waist and motions that the belt is his. Chris Wolfe laughs and nods at him and hands the belt to the referee and as sound as the bell sounds--

~DING DING DING~

Wolfe runs at the challenger, kicking him in the stomach and then bounces off the far ropes and dropkicks Crowe’s knees bring the man down. Wolfe stands and grabs the man hair and yells in his face” Punk, that belt is mine” and then bounces off the far ropes again and stomps the man back into the ropes as he got to his knees. Crowe rolls out of the ring to catch some air, stumbling away from the Champ. Wolfe rolls out right after him and starts walking behind him as the camera catches his talking some trash “ This is for Morgan, sicko” and reaches out to grabs Crowe’s shoulder. Crowe quickly slams the man’s head into the turnbuckle

Crowe rolls back into the ring to stop the count and then rolls back out to get Wolfe and throws his back in the ring, crawling in after him and picks Wolfe and and send him across the rops after an Irish whip and slams a knee into his midsection and slams a hard right into his head, pouncing on him and following up the first punch with many more afterwards. The referee steps in and warns Crowe and Crowe stands back up and starts pushing around the referee. Giving this match more leeway as it is for a belt, the referee let’s that go and Crowe is met with a right hand from Wolfe for his troubles.

After another irish whip, this time by the champ Crowe ducks a clothes line and quickly stops and kicks Wolfe in the stomach and slams him to the met with a Final Ride and Falls into a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

After kicking out of the pin, Chris Wolfe immediately gets back to his feet and begins countering with his own offense. The two men go back and forth for several minutes before Chris Wolfe managed to catch Jaxton Crowe with the DireWolfe for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER…..AAAAAAAND STIIIIIIILL…..THE N! F! W! TELEVISION CHAMPION!!! BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIS...WOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!”

Chris Wolfe reclaimed the TV Championship, celebrating in the ring as Jaxton Crowe retreated to the backstage.

Winner: Chris Wolfe ©
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:02

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We go backstage to see Amy Connors next to one of the video monitors with a huge smile on her face. "Please join me for the trailer for the new movie 'A Violent Separation', starring Claire Holt, Alicia Debnam-Carey and our very own... Kyle Smalls!"



As the trailer ended, there was a decent sized pop from the crowd. The camera panned out to show Kyle, along with his twin sister Kimi, on the other side of the monitor. "And there you have it, everyone!" Amy continued as the crowd died down. "Kyle's very first movie. You filmed that between seasons of Titans, right?"

Kyle nodded, "yes, I may not compete here much, but I definitely work non-stop."

"Yet, I'm still better than you," Kimi raised an eyebrow with a smirk.

"Hey now, not everyone can be a total natural in the ring," Amy laughed.


"A natural who always chokes when it really matters," Kimi rolled her eyes.

Kyle sighed, "c'mon sis, it matters tonight and there is no way you are choking this time. You know exactly what Eddy and Dona think of us. Just a couple of fresh-faced kids. Just the former cheerleader and the actor. We're not blind to the fact that they have tons of experience outside of New Frontier. If we include our backyard experience, things may even up a bit."

Kimi shook her head, "I'm not doubting myself at all. In fact, I found it laughable that they got on Twitter and instigated that they would have the energy for a good roll in the sack after they finish with us."

"Not gonna happen, guys," Kyle shrugged. "We may not be the best, but we're not some cheezy cakewalk match to try and insert your dominance, either. We will take you to your furthest limit and beyond."

"We'll take you deep, as well," Kimi continued on for her twin. "We go hard, Mister Poe and Ms. Rotten. Like actual hard. Not the way that the silver spoon babies that you assume we are go hard."

"I'm sure you've done your homework by now. Our mother is Summer Wertheimer. We are worth a ridiculous amount of money," Kyle stated casually.

"You know... if we hadn't both declined our trust funds," Kimi shrugged. "Or well, we don't use it in the way that most people in our position would."

"We have access to our trust funds, we just... don't spend any of it unless we absolutely need to," Kyle clarified. "We could use the money to get whatever we want. We could have houses with a staff here there and everywhere."

"But we don't," Kimi crossed her arms over her chest, leaning into her brother. "We rent an apartment in Brooklyn to share with the money that we earn. Be it wrestling, acting, modeling... which by the way, we are in the market for more sponsors."

"So to ask the obvious question here guys, just what do you do with your trust funds?" Amy raised an eyebrow.

"Easy," Kimi grinned. "Charity."

"Well, not all of it," Kyle admitted. "We've saved a bit of it for a little cushion and nest egg. We're playing it safe."

"Nothing wrong with that," Amy nodded. "So is there anything else either of you would like to add about your upcoming match against Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten?"

"Yeah..." Kimi's lips curled up into a wicked grin. "Bring it. And don't hold anything back. Whatever you hit us with, we'll just hit back with ten times the pressure. And oh..." she scoffed, "don't bother with the horror movie gothic cliches, either."

"We're friends with Shelley Silver," Kyle stated proudly. "She has been the killer in a slasher movie as well as went toe-to-toe with a badass spirit in another movie. Your usual game just won't phase us," he shrugged as the camera pulled back.
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The Smalls Twins run out onto the stage together, stopping in sync and grinning at each other before yelling out "Y'all ain't ready for this!" 'Party Up' starts to play as they start dancing to the song together for a bit before making their way down the ramp, dancing the whole way down as they high-five the fans, making their way to the ring.

ARDEN
“Making their way to the ring from Sleepy Hollow, New York, weighing in at a combined total of 305 lbs... it's Kimi and Kyle... The Smalls Twins!”

Kyle climbs the stairs with Kimi behind him and holds open the bottom rope for her and allows her to climb in before climbing in himself. They dance in the ring together for a bit until the music fades out and they bounce off the ropes a bit as they get into their corner, removing their sunglasses and leather vests.



“You’re all gonna die….”

Motograter’s “Suffocate” blasts through the arena while the roar of a chainsaw comes from the darkness. A red light illuminates the stage, revealing “The Slasher” Eddy Poe, standing with the chainsaw held over his head in one hand. On one knee, in front of him, facing the ring is “The Scream Queen” Dona Rotten. Eddy Poe steps passed her and begins doing his chainsaw dance down the ramp. Dona Rotten rises to her feet and begins following behind him, keeping a safe distance so he doesn’t accidentally clip her with the fully equipped and operational saw.

ARDEN
“Their opponents!!! Making their way to the ring!! “The Slasher” Eddy Poe!!!! AND!! “The Scream Queen” Dona..Rrrrrrrrotten!!!”

Eddy Poe enters the ring and does another chainsaw dance while Dona Rotten climbs the turnbuckle from the outside and sprays green mist into the air before sitting down on the turnbuckle and reaching down to wrap her arms around Eddy’s shoulders and across his chest while the painted face couple grins eerily across the ring at The Smalls Twins. After a moment, the two teams decide their starting members and prepare to start the match.

~DING DING DING~

At the start of the match, Kyle Smalls faced off against Eddy Poe. Realizing the size and obvious strength disadvantage against him, Kyle didn't even bother trying to go for a tie up. Instead, he immediately began going for his speed and striking tactics. With a combination of low kicks to Eddy's legs and quick, fast paced maneuvers off of the ropes, Kyle managed to start the match off under his control. For the first couple minutes of the match, Kyle's assortment of dropkicks and various DDTs were on the menu for the Slasher as the younger of the men in the ring played to the crowd while trying to wear down wrestling's very own killer of men. Eventually, Kyle hit a basement dropkick to Eddy's knee and buckled the man to the mat. Kyle immediately hopped up to the pop of the crowd, going into one of his dances. On the apron, Kimi Smalls giggled, leading the fans in an overhead clap for a moment before - being the more experienced one - she got her brother's attention and implored him to stay on his opponent. With a thumbs up, Kyle Smalls ran off the ropes, coming back at Eddy Poe full speed but Eddy burst to his feet and nearly took Kyle's head off with a Big Boot that dropped him like a rug had been pulled out from under his feet.

REYNOLDS
"OHHH!!!! DAMN!!!!"

HANSON
"That might, very well, leave a mark that one!"

REYNOLDS
"Kid needs to stop dancing and pay attention!"

Eddy Poe pulled himself up to his feet and shook out the leg Kyle had been working on before picking Kyle up and promptly delivered a headbutt, sending Kyle back into the ropes. As Kyle came back, he went for a Superkick which Eddy caught. Kyle went for an Enzugiri. Eddy ducked underneath it and grabbed Kyle from behind, snapping him up and back to deliver a devastating Back Suplex. As Eddy move in on Kyle to pick him up again, he looked over when he heard Dona Rotten calling for his attention. Seeing his wife with her hand out, fingers waving anxiously with a twisted smile on her face, Eddy smiled back just as deranged and pulled Kyle to his feet.

HANSON
"Ohhhh, it looks like Dona wants in this match!"

REYNOLDS
"She looks a little too eager, Nicky!"

"Time to meet the Scream Queen, boy!" Eddy laughed as he Irish Whipped Kyle into his and Dona's corner. HARD!! Eddy ran in, for good measure, throwing himself into Kyle with a back elbow, followed by a surprisingly athletic Pele Kick to Kyle in the corner. Kyle slumped against the corner as Eddy got to his feet and tagged in Dona. Dona got into the ring as Eddy picked Kyle back up. He Irish Whipped him into the ropes again, delivering another Big Boot. Behind Eddy, Dona bounced off the ropes into a run. As soon as Eddy hit his Big Boot, he spun out of the way. Kyle snapped up into a sitting position just as Dona came running to deliver a Sliding Lariat that violently snapped him back onto the mat. The crowd reacted emphatically, voicing the phantom pain they felt.

HANSON
"Beautiful tandem move by Eddy and Dona!"

REYNOLDS
"Watch out! Eddy's not finished!"

Just as Dona moved out of the way, following her lariat, Eddy came running off of the ropes and brought all 256lbs of himself down onto Kyle Smalls' 185lb frame with a Running Senton. He sat up as the camera zoomed in on his painted face, capturing his wickedly amused smile. Finally, Eddy got to his feet and went to Dona. The couple shared a brief embrace, exchanging wicked smiles and brushing noses before the referee was able to convince Eddy to get out of the ring. That, which he did with no real argument as he left his wife to handle business. With Eddy out of the ring, Dona immediately went for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT BY KYLE!

Dona Rotten continued to work Kyle Smalls over with her more rough edged brawling style that contrasted her husband's more calculated, MMA based style. It was still proving effective, however, as she wasn't shy about mixing in actual wrestling whenever Kyle started to mount a comeback. Eventually, however, Dona went for a powerbomb on the Jr. Heavyweight, lifting him up while they were just close enough to the ropes on The Smalls Twins' side. Kyle reached out and down while Kimi held onto the tag rope and jumped, slapping his hand. Tag in to Kimi! Kyle then began to wriggle on Dona's shoulders until he managed to slide down and back up. Not seeing the tag, Dona advanced forward about two steps before Kimi ran up and hit a Reverse Hurricanrana to the Toxic Knockout, drilling her head into the mat. Kyle immediately rolled out of the ring at his sister's behest to catch his breath and recover.

HANSON
"Much needed break for Kyle Smalls, folks! I think his ego may have gotten the better of him, again!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, against two people that you probably don't wanna piss off. Look at these two! Poe and Rotten! They probably live 'poe' and eat rotten meat like a couple of zombies!"

HANSON
"You want them to hear you?"

REYNOLDS
"Of course not!"

HANSON
"Shut up, then!"

Kimi Smalls faired a little better off, having the cooler head and more experience under her belt. She was still dealing with a brutal, ruthless opponent, however, and needed to bring it all to the table against Dona Rotten. As expected from those who knew her, Kimi began to mainly focus on wearing down one of Dona's arms, in case she saw the opportunity to go for the Sweet Release, at some point. On top of this, Kimi chained together a mix of her own DDTs, dropkicks and Arm Drags while using her own dancing skills to evade attempted counterstrikes from Dona Rotten. Eventually, Kimi picked up enough speed that seemed on a rolling tear but, as everyone knew, this was where she still struggled to maintain control. That which she lost as she started getting such a head of steam that Dona Rotten was able to catch her off the ropes with a Rolling Sobat Kick, followed by coming off of the ropes for a a high Dropkick. Kimi fell back against the ropes and Dona Rotten climbed to her feet, seeing an opening and ran off the ropes to deliver a Running Forearm that took both her and Kimi Smalls out of the ring and tumbling to the floor.

HANSON
"AND HERE COME DONA AND KIMI RIGHT OUT IN FRONT OF US!"

REYNOLDS
"GET DONA AWAY FROM ME!"

Dona was the first to get to her feet while Kimi got up to a knee, nursing her leg which had notably been broken in the past. Dona noticed this and went right in for the injury, throwing her foot into Kimi's knee and taking her down to the floor. As Dona continued to work on Kimi's leg, Kyle Smalls hopped off of the apron and started approaching, shouting to Dona to let up on Kimi's leg. Dona continued to focus on the leg, regardless and Kyle Smalls shook his head, jumping in and began laying forearms and elbows to Dona Rotten as the ref started the count. He got several in before Eddy Poe managed to make it around the ring and pulled Kyle off of his wife. Here, the fans watched Eddy fly into a blood drunk rage as he started hammering away with stiff chops and fists on Kyle, effectively boxing him back away from both girls. Kyle threw shots back at Eddy as the crowd jumped to their feet, watching the two men fight it out.

HANSON
"Kyle's helping his sister and Eddy's helping his wife! Things might get ugly here, real quick!"

7!

...

8!

...

Here, Dona Rotten managed to stumble back over, pick Kimi Smalls up and throw her back into the ring under the ropes.

9!

...

And then roll back in, herself, just as the referee was about to reach 10. The crowd continued cheering the match on as Kimi Smalls got to her feet and began fighting back as Dona advanced on her. She started building back up a head of steam again, delivering kicks and elbows. Meanwhile, the referee became distracted with Kyle and Eddy outside of the ring as the two brawled it out. As his back was turned, Kimi Smalls delivered a Superkick, not getting all of it but managing to seemingly daze Dona Rotten before coming off of the ropes again. As she closed in on Dona, however, the Scream Queen lunged forward, spraying green mist right into the eyes of Kimi Smalls!! Kimi grabbed at her face, dropping to the mat on her knees. As soon as she did, Dona came off the ropes herself, catching Kimi with a CHAINSAW KICK!! She went for the cover, immediately but the ref was still distracted by Eddy and Kyle, trying to break them up. Finally, once he did, he noticed Dona trying to get his attention and she went for the cover again.

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH--KICKOUT BY KIMI!

From here, the match continued, escalating into an all out brawl when Dona tagged Eddy in against Kimi and the Slasher began to ruthlessly unleash his MMA kicks and takedowns on the much smaller woman. This caused Kyle Smalls to jump into the ring to try and help Kimi gain an advantage back, which in turn, provoked Dona Rotten to get back into the ring and all hell broke loose. All four competitors ended up outside of the ring, fighting it out as the referee began the count and reached all the way up to 10!

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
“Well, that’s gonna be a disappointment!”

REYNOLDS
“Right?! I was actually getting into it!”

It took a small handful of referees to rush out and break the two teams up but both sides relented once they seemed to realize, with disappointment, that the match had gone to a double countout.

Winners: N/A
Result: Double Countout
Time: 15:22
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*A brightly glowing purple and yellow Planet Fitness sign fills the screen. As the camera slowly pans out and down, viewers see the back of Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic, both carrying gym bags, Klazzic wearing his trademark mask. They look up at the sign, then at each other and nod, slowly walking towards the door*

"See, guy? This place is always dead at night, eh? We can probably get in here and rip out a good workout before we head to the hotel, bud! The gym there sucks..."

"Well the Holiday Inn may be known for its hospitality and free hot breakfast, but it's not as renown for its athletic facilities and indoor pools, sadly," Klazzic says as he nods in agreement.

"But, any place that has a Red, Hot, and Blue Barbecue restaurant can't be all bad, right?"

"I guess we'll see when I ask for poutine, eh, guy?"

*Rick laughs as he reaches for the door handle, opening the door and holding it for Matt*

"Go ahead, bud!"

"Oh, thanks buddy!!!" Klazzic says with a nod as he enters ahead of Rick, surveying the sparse late night crew working out.

"Hope you're ready to hit the weights hard, my friend. The thought of finally getting into the ring with Ultra-violence in a tag match has me all sorts of amped up!!!"

*Rick nods in agreement*

"Fuckin' eh, bud! Those two fucked with the wrong guys, and it's high time we show 'em what we're made of, eh?"

*Rick looks around, slightly confused for a moment. He places his hand at his brow, as if trying to see something off in the distance better and looks left and right before pointing at a sign. Matt looks up, then to Rick and nods. The camera pans in on a sign reading "CHANGEROOMS," swirls around, and pans back out showing Rick and Matt facing the camera changed into their workout gear, towels draped over their shoulders. Rick sports his black toque, a tight white tank top, "THOR'S GYM" in black letters across the chest, a pair of black basketball shorts, and black Adidas cross trainers on his feet*

"You all ready, guy?"

*Matt pauses for a moment.* “You know what? Not yet. I mean we’re dressed to hit these weights hard and I have my gallon of water here, but there’s something missing. Tell ya what, go over to the benches, I need to speak to the manager of this fine establishment.”

*Rick shrugs and nods, walking off towards the benches*

"Sounds good, guy, I'll be over there..."

*The camera follows Matt to the desk where he’s talking to one of the attendants on duty, folding a stack of white towels.*

“Trust me, ok?” Klazzic says to the confused attendant, “this is perfect. Just pop this in and put it to track 3 and 4 and set it on repeat. You can’t go wrong, alright? Great! Thank you!!!” Klazzic says as he hurries away while the attendant looks at the CD and pops it into the sound system as another attendant comes in.

“Wasn’t that that Klazzic dude from that show on TV?” One of them asks. “I think there was...hold on a sec,” he abruptly says as he runs into the office and we here “Training Montage” by Vince DiCola suddenly playing in the facility as Klazzic hurries back to Rick with a wide smile under his mask and rubbing his hands in anticipation.

“Ok, let’s rock!!!”

*Rick finishes stretching as Matt returns. He begins loading plates onto one of the bars*

"Nice choice, guy! DiCola fuckin' rocks, bud!"

"So, how we gonna show these two dummies they're barkin' up the wrong tree? You got a plan, guy?"

“Well Rick, when you’re dealing with a couple of bullies like these two paint themselves out to be, there’s only one way you can reach out to them,” Klazzic says with his back turned as he’s sitting on a bench rubbing chalk on his hands.

“Yep, there’s only one way to reach guys like them,” Klazzic says as he emphatically claps his hands together as a small cloud of chalk dust forms from his hands.

“WHOO!!!” Klazzic yells out, “Let’s do this!!!”

*As Rick finishes loading 6 plates on each side of the bar, he sits down on the bench*

"So, what you're sayin', guy, is that you're finally seeing the light? Time to play their game better?"

*Rick positions himself under the bar and places his hands at the ready*

"Time for The Turn It Up Express to turn it up to eleven, right?"

*Rick exhales as he lifts the bar off the stand, the weight causing the bar to sag slightly. He inhales as the bar touches his chest, and exhales again as he pushes the bar up*

“You got it!!!” Klazzic says as he raises the bar as he and Rick work to hold it before releasing and watching Rick get his reps in.

"You worry about.....Belphegor, guy.....I got Doomsday. We have......unfinished business, eh?"

*Rick talks as he pressesthe bar up and down at an even pace*

“You got it, but I have some unfinished business with him too. So,don’t be surprised if I have to cut in while...,” Klazzic stops as the desk attendants from earlier approach Rick and Matt.

“I’m sorry to interrupt you gentlemen in the middle of your workout, but as the on-duty manager of this establishment, I first want to thank you both for choosing to use our facility for your proper exercise needs,” the manager says.

“Unfortunately, when we received word that NFW was coming to town, we were given this memo,” the manager says as he hands Matt a printout, causing Matt to step away from the bench to sit and read the handout.

“To all managers representing Planet Fitness facilities in the Boise area. Please note that NFW will be bringing their live show to your area this coming week. As a reminder, if you see the man known as Matt Klazzic, please direct him to the exit and out of your facility as he has been a repeat offender of the Lunk Alert in every Planet Fitness facility he has visited. His blatant disregard for not following our rules in our establishment, combined with his fostering of an intimidating environment with his use of chalk, slamming of weights, his unusual music demands, and his refusal to remove his mask, have resulted in a lifetime ban being levied upon him until it is deemed he is willing to follow the non-intimidating rules and guidelines set forth in our facilities. If his behavior becomes disruptive and unruly upon attempted ejection, please do not hesitate to contact local law enforcement to ensure that he and his party are escorted out of the facility...,” Klazzic bluntly reads.

*Matt pauses and looks up at the manager*

“So, does this mean I’m banned from this place or can I still get my workout in with my buddy Rick here?”

*Rick sets the bar back on the stand and sits up, looking over at Matt*

"Guy...really? I mean, what does a non-intimidating atmosphere even mean?"

“Hmm, I don’t know? Would it have helped if I changed the song to ‘The Burning Heart’ by Survivor?”
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A hand turns the dials on every setting starting with volume all the way past 10 into a handwritten 11 as we start to hear "Turn Up the Radio" by Autograph blasting throughout the arena. The crowd stands in anticipation as the song continues to play. When the song intro transitions at the 'Turn it up' we see the words "Turn-It-Up Express" on the screen as the song jumps to the chorus and out steps Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic in street clothes. The two give each other the old 'Bash Brothers' forearm tap and head to the ring as the crowd goes wild. Klazzic and Dickulous hit the ring and throw their arms up. Both men stand on the second turnbuckles before getting back to their corner as Matt shakes hands with first the ref and then the ring announcer, before passing some information to the ring announcer who then makes the formal introduction.


ARDEN
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAKING THEIR WAY TO THE RING, RICK DICKULOUS AND MATT...KLAZZIC, THE TURN-IT-UP EXPRESS!!”



Calavera Conspiracy’s “Ultra-Violence” which sent the crowd into a storm of boos. Without any posing or special gestures, the two towers known as Doomsday and Belphegor come storming out of the curtain and immediately down the ramp. Halfway down, Doomsday throws the hood of his jacket off of his head and removes the garment, flinging it off to the floor as he and Belphegor rush the ring, slide in, before Arden can introduce them and go right to the Turn-It-Up Express, initiating a violent brawl. The four men brawled in the ring for a couple of minute while the referee yelled for at least two of them to get out so the match could start.


~DING DING DING~

The bell finally rang and the match got underway when the brawling resulted in Rick Dickulous and Doomsday ending up outside of the ring. This made Belphegor and Matt Klazzic the legal men to start things off. Belphegor gained the quick advantage with his size and power as he laid into Matt Klazzic with shots that hit like strikes from a sledgehammer. While Belphegor used his strength and savagery to his advantage, Matt Klazzic was able to keep the giant from getting too much of an advantage with a series of blocks and stiff forearm shots and kicks to the legs and midsection. While Klazzic was shorter in stature, his stocky frame was put to use as he countered Belphegor's relentless offense with his own stiff and brutal King's Road arsenal. Belphegor wasn't that easily warded off, however as he still had the strength advantage and could absorb damage like a sponge in the beginning moments of a match. He continued to moreorless manhandle Matt Klazzic around the ring until the masked man was able to tag in his much bigger tag partner, Rick Dickulous. The enormous Canadian stepped over the top rope, eyeing Belphegor directly. After a moment, however, he looked passed Belphegor and straight at Doomsday. The crowd popped as Rick pointed to the man he had developed a violent, personal rivalry with and could be seen mouthing 'I want him, guy!' Belphegor looked back at Doomsday then to Rick Dickulous, silently inquiring if he really wanted a piece of the fourteen year veteran.

HANSON
"Oh yeah! He wants some! Let the big guy get a piece of the monster! These fans wanna see it!"

REYNOLDS
"As long as the police don't end up out here again!"

Belphegor stepped over to his corner, raising his hand up to tag Doomsday in while the two looked begin exchanging words. Doomsday raised his hand up for the tag...and threw the middle finger passed his tag partner, right at Rick Dickulous. The crowd showered him with boos as Rick Dickulous rolled his eyes and opened his arms out, looking around at the crowd. 'Figures, eh?' He could be seen mouthing. As he did this, Belphegor suddenly sprung into action and attempted to rush him. Rick Dickulous saw this coming, however and evaded, ducking swiftly under an attempt at a huge lariat and began throwing stiff Krav Maga style strikes at Belphegor. This, however, put his back to Ultra-Violence's corner, therefore allowing Doomsday to enter the ring and rush the bigger, younger man from behind with a double axe handle across the back of his neck. Rick Dickulous reeled and the referee attempted to get Doomsday out of the ring as he laid into the larger of Turn-It-Up Express. Ignoring the referee, Doomsday irish whipped Rick into his team's corner and followed up with a running clothesline, sandwiching the man against the turnbuckle. Moving passed the referee, Belphegor joined in on a two on one assault. Matt Klazzic then entered the ring and attempted to rush and help his partner but the referee turned, focusing on getting him out then, not wanting two illegal men in the ring, let alone one. Doomsday used this opportunity to start laying into Rick Dickulous with blatant, closed fists across the face and jaw. He paused, only to step in and start digging at his eyes with his fingers.

HANSON
"Aw hey, c'mon now!!!! Pay attention ref!!!"

REYNOLDS
"It's Matt's fault, Nicky! He needs to get the hell out of the ring so that the ref can do his job!"

Finally, Doomsday did get out of the ring, prompting Matt Klazzic to finally relent and exit, as well. When the referee turned back to the match, Belphegor legally tagged Doomsday in while Rick Dickulous was slumped in their corner. Doomsday laid a few shots to Rick before taking him by the arm and Irish Whipping him out of their corner but kept hold of his wrist, bringing him back for a short arm clothesline rather than let him get close to his partner for a tag out. Rick Dickulous hit the mat with a thunderous sound due to his large frame as Doomsday threw his hair back, opened out his arms and roared at Matt Klazzic, challenging him to step in and do something. Try something! Matt Klazzic looked like he absolutely wanted to but as he was a stickler for the rules, he refused to so much as bend them. Doomsday's broad shoulders shook with laughter as he turned back to Rick Dickulous and proceeded to dish out more punishment. The masked monster used his own mixture of brawling strikes and powerful slams, the likes of suplexes and his rarely seen technical side that alleviated needing to put too much weight on his knees with Rick's sheer size, to wear the big Canadian down.

HANSON
"Rick's gotta get a tag back in to Matt or this could end up a lot worse for him! We both know Doomsday's out to hurt him and I mean hurt him!"

REYNOLDS
"I've never been so torn on how I wanna see a fight end, Nicky. Maybe Doomsday sidelines Rick Dickulous and gets suspended for it. I win twice, in the end!"

Things continued to escalate in the match until all four men ended up in the ring again, in another heated brawl that saw the referee struggling to maintain control over things. Eventually, all four of them ended up taking the fight outside of the ring and ignoring the referee's warning for the legal men to get back in. Eventually the referee started the count which Rick Dickulous and Doomsday, as the legal men against at this point, ignored as they fought up the ramp. Meanwhile, Matt Klazzic and Belphegor continued to fight around ringside with Klazzic refusing to simply take Belphegor's assault laying down. Up the ramp, Doomsday and Rick Dickulous continued fighting their way up onto the stage. The fans began to get louder as the two giants started getting closer and closer near one side of the stage, near the edge. Meanwhile, just as they did, the referee reached the 10 count.

~DING DING DING~

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh this isn't looking good, Nicky!! Look where they are!"

HANSON
"Someone's gonna get hurt! This needs to be stopped! The match has gone to a countout!"

From the looks of it, it appeared as though that someone was going to be Doomsday as Rick Dickulous continued laying into the man with vicious martial arts strikes using his hands and forearms. Showing more of his MMA background. Back down by the ring, Belphegor got a hold of a steel chair and SMASHED it hard over Matt Klazzic's head, denting it in. The crowd reacted with an emphatic--

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

--as Matt Klazzic slumped to the floor by the announce table. Belphegor threw the chair down and continued laying boots into Matt as referees began appearing and trying to get Belphegor away from Matt while others tentatively approached Rick and Doomsday, trying to break their fight up, as well. Doomsday neared the edge of the stage before suddenly firing back with a back elbow to the face of Rick Dickulous. Rick reeled and dished a shot right back at him. Doomsday fed him one back. Rick returned it. Back and forth they went as the referees attempted to regain control over the situation until Rick Dickulous caught Doomsday with a quick combo to daze the big man. Doomsday reeled back near the edge. Rick Dickulous, to the cheers of the crowd, sized him up and went for a gigantic Superkick!! However just at the last second, Doomsday stepped out of the way and got behind Rick, kicking him hard in the back of his other knee. Rick buckled and Doomsday grabbed him from behind/beside.

REYNOLDS
"Jesus, for the love of God, Nicky. What's he doing?!"

Everyone got their answer as Doomsday let out a guttural roar, lifting Rick Dickulous up onto his shoulder and spun him out into the Mushroom Cloud powerbomb, sending Rick right off of the stage and through the tables of extra equipment. The tables and equipment caved in underneath Rick's massive frame with a thunderous crash as the crowd erupted with shock.

HANSON
"OH!!! MY!!!! DEAR!!!!! GOD!!!!!!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

"HO-LY SHIT!"

REYNOLDS
"THE MAN MIGHT BE FUCKING DEAD, NICKY!!!!"

Referees flooded off of the ramp and over to where Rick Dickulous had been dropped as Belphegor joined Doomsday up on the stage from ringside. The towering giant silently stared down at his rival as his larger tag team partner came to stand beside him and survey the chaos as well. Belphegor's shoulders shook with cold laughter as he nodded. He slapped Doomsday on his scarred chest and the two banged the bottom of their fists together from the side as referees and EMTs came to check on Rick Dickulous. Down by ringside, referees were helping Matt Klazzic up slowly to his feet.

HANSON
"My god, folks...I can't even....oh I hope Rick is alright!"

REYNOLDS
"Is he even breathing?"

As Matt Klazzic came stumbling around towards the ramp and along side, Ultra-Violence backed away from the edge of the stage.

More referees flood out onto the stage to keep Matt Klazzic from trying to go after Ultra-Violence while also prevent the latter from going after the former. Effectively, they end up forming what is about to be a much needed barrier.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a MINUTE!!!" the voice of Paul Heyman can be heard in the arena. As the crowd looks around, Paul Heyman, Minoru Suzuki, Zack Sabre Jr., Havok, Shingo Takagi, and TAKA Michinoku come out onto the stage dressed in their trademark Suzuki-gun black and white tracksuits.

"Is THIS the best of the tag team division here in NFW now? We have the former champions hanging on to what's left of their past dominance, we have a new makeshift tag team that is doing nothing more than making a mockery of tag team wrestling. We have a team last week destroyed by one man. This is the best NFW can come up with? Mr. Sabre, are you impressed?" Heyman sarcastically asks as he hands the mic to Zack Sabre Jr. with a small bow, who looks around at the booing crowd with a slight look of disgust.

"What the shit, boys? Boss and I are gone for three weeks going back to our stomping grounds in England and this is what we come back too?!? Ultra-Violence, how far can you two continue to fall? Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic? I know you two have a team name, but you two are so bad I won't acknowledge what you call yourselves. Rick Dickulous, you got lucky the last time we fought in that ring, but now we have the titles that you and your buddy are chasing after. If these are the top two teams chasing after our titles, we might as well go back out on the road again and face better competition, right Boss?" Sabre asks Suzuki who nods with a disgusted scowl on his face.

"So, tell you what? While you four continue to have at it and we finally get a number one contender, and since we're craving competition here, we are issuing an open challenge. Any team out there who thinks they have what it takes to get these babies off our hands, come on and face us in a non-title match. If you win, we'll give you a title shot at NFW's next PPV show. You lose, however, then you jump in the back of the line like the rest of the losers there. Sound good, Boss?" Sabre turns to Suzuki who flashes a wry smirk as he takes the mic.

"Anata ga chōsen shite iru no wa sore dakedesu. Mondaide wa arimasen, kekkyoku, anata wa hontō no itami ga nandearu ka o shirudeshou. Korera no beruto wa watashitachi no mono de, watashitachi ga nozomu kagiri watashitachi to issho ni imasu. Anata wa sore ga sukide wa arimasen ka? Suteppu appu shite sore ni tsuite nanika o shite kudasai. Kekkyokunotokoro, naze anata wa watashitachi ga saikōdearu no ka o manabudeshou. SUZUKI-GUN, ICHIBAAN!!!" Suzuki yells to the both the people in the ring and to the people in the stands as TAKA gets in front and unfurls the black Suzukigun flag as Sabre and Suzuki hold up the tag titles to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Winners: N/A
Result: Double Countout
Time: 7:39
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The feed abruptly cuts out and we see static for a moment before going to a shot of Shelley Silver, using a camera that she is holding herself.

"I really can't catch a break, can I," she let out a disdained chuckle, shaking her head. "Not many knew about my involvement with form EWC champion, Ashton Drake. But there, now you do."

She looked down for a moment, shaking her head. "This match was basically my idea. I jokingly suggested that entire roster put a beat down on Ryan Steele for well... basically running his mouth and letting out his ignorance and intolerance continue to flow out. It started out with just a simple lack of understanding of the simple phrase she's just not that into you," she shrugged. "But you just couldn't give it up. Could you, Ryan? I mean, you couldn't understand the simple concept that just because you are totally in love... or actually... probably just hard for her and don't actually know the difference, that it doesn't mean that she has to feel the same way. Not all love is mutual. We were more than happy to let it just go back and forth between the two of you up to a point. You said that she apparently doesn't understand how you feel about her. Trust me, at this point? We all know how you feel, dude."

She paused as an indistinct conversation could be heard in the background, she looked up and nodded, fist bumping someone off camera before turning her attention back to it. "So it's obvious why Morgan is in this match. Kimi was right last week. Get your feelings out and back away. If they keep on it, beat some sense into them. And as everyone on Twitter knows, Ryan Steele doesn't know how to cut his losses." She shook her head, "and now you've left Morgan with no choice. As for the rest of us?"

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, "you went too far, Ryan. Way too far. That wasn't the first time that I inserted myself into one of your conversations, but I have never done so with malicious intent. I may come off as snarky, but it was only ever to help you. You don't know when to stop, Ryan. All I was doing was trying to let you know that it was way passed time to do so. I would have to assume that Sativa and Lluvia have similar motivations going into this."

"But..." Shelley sighed, unintentionally bringing the camera down to her clevage level for a moment. "Lately, Lara Blackheart's world has been full of misunderstandings and misconceptions." She brought the camera back up. "What you said was intentional though, Ryan. We all know that Lara has been having a hard time dealing with..." she shook her head. "I did my best to help with that, but I guess that I wasn't enough. After I had said 'no' to Valentine's Day, I got knocked for a loop by being accused of looking at Lara as some type of goofy little buddy, or some shit like that. I was confused. I have never seen Lara Blackheart as anything even remotely similar to that. So while I was trying to work on why she believed I saw her in such a way, she calls me a traitor and says that she hates me while another friend takes me in and comforts me. I expected more from my person. I know that you're wounded, Lara. I know that me going to Adrianna and Mia didn't really help my case, but... to be fair, they came to me. I just accepted it because I was hurting so badly over losing my best friend that I didn't know what else to do." She took a deep breath and sighed, shaking her head, "all because joining Sex and Violence would be way too far out of character for me."

She looked up, blinking. "Oh hey... yeah, I kinda stole this. I'm done though." She handed the camera to someone offscreen and waved at it.
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Sitting backstage, dressed in a ragged cut off pair of shorts and no shirt with his ring boots on, Ethan Skinner is sitting having a smoke, to clear his head before his match tonight in the Taco Bell Arena. As the smoke unfurls past his fingers and he takes a drag letting the smoke billow out like he was a dragon of olde, Ethan looks up sideways at the camera. “Hello Six, glad you could make it, I have a LOT to cover bear with me.”

“Of course.” is the reply from the now famous cameraman.

“I guess we discuss you first of all.” Ethan responds. “You were made famous by me, you have the extra money in your contract by me, and you are MY camera man, and you are being farmed out to help other wrestlers to film them?? I know it isn’t your fault Six; it is management's fault. They will get theirs in time. Speaking of management and non wrestlers, let’s discuss Jim Reynolds.”

Than stands up and walks over to a slapjack, the glass shards really left their mark at Gang Warfare because the bruises can still be seen after his match with the McKeesport Mafia. “You like to run your mouth to people, you like to try and intimidate them with violence, yet when called on it, you’re strangely silent. Commentators should stop being try hards. Last warning, again. Remember what happened when you last ignored my warning? Dominion of Pain remembers. Speaking of Twitter, I used to use it alot, and I was hoping something would come of it, but the ONLY one from my so called family, who recently actually try to approach me, was Lara. Lara Blackhart. I gave out a lot of compliments, I broke kayfabe, so did a lot of others. One person, thought to compliment me. Not even my fath- Judas didn’t even bother.”

Ethan stops and puts down the slapjack and takes a sip of water from his water bottle and goes to sit down taking a last drag and snubbing the cigarette out of the wall to his right. Ethan shakes his head, and looks back up at the camera. “Judas Lasher, remember me, the person you called son? Well let's analyze a few things. Remember that match where we faced Adam Cole and Jay White? I do. I also remember how I felt afterwards. I felt like I let you down, like I had embarrassed you. THAT is why I was flagellating in the Gang Warfare promo, to feel better about myself, NOT because I needed to masturbate, oh and thanks for letting my own - <pause> - stable run me down and make fun of me. I then tagged with you that night at Gang Warfare, and not a one of you wanted to stop the count when Teddy Morse pinned me. Trust me Teddy - that- will never happen again. Man I am rambling; oh well who cares.”

Lighting another smoke, the man did warn us he was going to be a while he continues “So here we are. Brings me about to address the very last thing I will address with you, Judas. Remember when you said finding a father figure made me more human, more humane. All of that ends. We talked, you said if I wanted to become the new lead of the Dominion of Pain I had to be patient. Well I have been patient, I am no further along towards that endgame than I was when we talked. Guess that was you lying to me eh? I was brought into the DoP and was told never to turn on the DoP, because once you do you’re out… Lara goes off and you are all like “ she is just having a breakdown, when she comes too she’ll return and we will welcome her with open arms. Lara, you and I are fine, my complaints are with Judas.”

Standing and flicking the come away and walking towards his locker room “So this week, I am facing a guy who is the Master of the House of Crowley. Trying to “re-imagine” my gimmick into a good guy gimmick is about as ludicrous as Chris Rock working with Darren Boussman on the Saw franchise. Thanks Creative. Anton, Master of the House, Remember the House of Usher? I do. You’re about as relevant. I didn't talk about you a lot because you failed to impress me, like, at all.”

He gets to his door, turns the camera down towards the concrete floor and the less than clear voice is heard dismissing Six from his contracted duties, even though they never really had a signed contract anyway.

“Ok Mr - Ethan, whatever you say.” Six responds as the door closes.
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The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hush voice echoing through the arena.

“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society

Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”

A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney standing at the top of the entrance ramp. She is pressed against him, his arm around her in a protective manner. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips as Eavan looks back over her shoulder. The pair starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.

“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”

As they walk the arena lights go full red. Anton holds Eavan’s hand as she is first up the steps followed closely by him. He sits on one of the ropes allowing her easy entrance into the ring. He then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. They resume their pose from the entrance ramp.

“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah

Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”

As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, once again helping Eavan out of the ring and passing her his entrance attire.



Nagual's Ka Mate fills the arena through the speaker system as the lights immediately dim down, shrouding the audience in darkness. Suddenly, the camera cuts to the area behind the curtain, known as the gorilla position. We see a pair of boots slowly making their way towards the curtain as the camera pans upwards. Before a full look is shown of the individual, the camera cuts back to the arena as pyro erupts from the stage, obscuring the entryway. After a long moment, the storm of sparks die down as the camera pans up the ramp towards the revealed visage of Ethan Skinner. As the camera hones in on the man’s face, he lifts his gaze from the floor...and a cold smile forms across his face as he stares down at the ring, smoke spewing from his nose and from between his teeth, making his expression even more terrifying. Finally, he moves forward, briskly walking down the ramp as ring announcer, Roger Arden’s voice, thunders throughout the arena.

ARDEN
“Making his way to the ring...from Burnham Camp, New Zealand!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! ETHAAAAAAAAAN SKIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEEERR!!!”

Ethan Skinner reaches the ring, ascending the steps and promptly entering the ring, finding his corner as he silently stares across the ring at his opponent with the cold, calculated look of a maniacal genius.

~DING DING DING~

Anton steps forward trying to goad Ethan into a verbal war and Ethan looks like he is about to take the bait and rolls out of the ring, and practically sits down on the announcer’s booth with a smirk to Jim Reynolds. The camera can see him mouthing the words “ Hi Jim” as he waves at the newcomer in the ring.

Frustrated the newcomer rolls out of the ring and Ethan quickly runs back inside and tauntingly waves again, this time at both Anton and Eavan. Getting back up on the ring apron Anton is met with a running knee, buckling him over at the mid section, setting him up for a rope assisted DDT dropping Anton on his head.

Arrogantly Ethan turns to taunt the crowd “ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?” and does not see Anton rise to his feet as quickly and catches a spear for his arrogance. Rolling backwards and attempting an ankle lock, Ethan quickly kicks Anton in the face and backs into a corner and stands up. Anton and Ethan meet in the centre of the ring and start trading fists, neither man wanting to submit to the other, while Eavan shouts encouragement from the outside. Anton attempts a belly to Belly suplex and catches a knee from Ethan on the way up and both men land hard, Ethan back first into the turnbuckle, Anton on the mat holding his jaw.

Anton gets to his feet first, and stalks down Ethan as he sits in the corner. Ethan grabs a handful of tights and rams Anton head into the turnbuckle and runs to the far ropes and bouncing off of them attempts a TKP to end the match. Anton sees his opportunity and catches the man in another belly to belly suplex and sends than right out of the ring this time, falling hard on his side and wincing.

Anton, shaking his head to clear some cobwebs rolls out of the ring, trying to get a clean win over the man he calls a fake, making sure to send the biggest statement of all, his first win over the well established wrestler. He approaches the ring again as Ethan Skinner steps towards the ropes, reaches down and grabs him by the hair. As Skinner pulls him up onto the apron, Crowley grabs him around the head and drops back down, delivering a Hotshot. Skinner stumbles back to the center of the ring and Crowley slides in behind him, immediately, advancing for more offense.

After trading a few more shots, Crowley goes for an Irish Whip, only to be reversed by Skinner, sending him into the corner. As Skinner runs in, cocking his fist back for a corner TKP, Crowley sticks one long, slender leg out and catches Ethan Skinner right in the face. Anton Crowley then hops up onto the middle turnbuckle and, as Ethan turns back around to face him, launches off, driving his knee square into his face.

Ethan Skinner drops down to one knee as Anton Crowley lands in a roll, coming up to see his opponent is wide open. He immediately runs off of the ropes and delivers a second Morning Star, this one right on the money and drops Skinner to the mat before throwing himself over the man and hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

SKYND’s “Jim Jones” picks right back up over the speakers as Anton Crowley sits up after the pinfall. Ecstatically, Eavan Maloney crawls into the ring and right over to her fiance, throwing her arms around his neck.

ARDEN
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER….THE DEMON PRINCE...ANTOOOOOOOOON…..CROOOOOOOOWLEEEEEEEEEY!!!!”

HANSON
“And that’s gonna be a debut win for Anton Crowley!! Welcome to NFW, sir!!”

REYNOLDS
“I’m torn, Nicky. Skinner got his ass beat but he got beat by a dude who creeps me out, just as well!”

Winner: Anton Crowley
Result: Pinfall
Time: 12:41
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The camera jumps from ringside to backstage where we see NFW interviewer, Amy Connors standing with the camera directly focused on her. She’s standing next to a locker room door with the label “THE KINGDOM” over the plaque space. Smiling radiantly, the gorgeous blonde greets the NFW fans in attendance and those watching from home.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Amy Connors here, with our camera crew. As you can see, I’m here at the Kingdom’s locker room. We will be seeing all of them in action, throughout the night. I’m hoping to get a few comments from each member on their matches. It does sound like they’re in there at the moment. Let’s see if they wouldn’t mind speaking with us.”

Indeed, from the other side of the door, voices can be heard in the middle of indistinct conversation as Amy Connors turns and knocks on the door. Inside, the voices stop and, after a brief silent pause, the door opens inward where Morgan Payne, stands already in her new ring gear. A half-burned Newport hangs out of her mouth. She sizes Amy Connors up before offering the woman a fist bump. Amy accepts it as Morgan plucks the cigarette out of her mouth. “Hey, Amy. Whassup wif you?” Morgan says, causing the smoke to plume out of her lips and accidentally blow into Amy’s face.

Amy goes into a coughing fit, waving the smoke away from her face. “Morgan…” Amy coughs. “Hi. Oh, jeez….” She coughs some more. Morgan looks at her awkwardly as she drags on her Newport again. Amy gets her coughing under control before continuing. “Sorry if I’m interrupting anything. I just---” Amy lets out one more cough to clear her throat. “I was just wondering if I could get a few words from the Kingdom about tonight?”

Morgan takes a long drag on her Newport, shrugging her shoulders as if to say ‘what are you asking me for?’ Morgan looks over her shoulder after blowing out the smoke from her cigarette - again, accidentally hitting Amy Connors right in the face again and making her cough. “Hey, yins wanna do an interview n’at?” She calls over her shoulder, at the rest of the Kingdom who haven’t popped in on camera that moment yet.

“ Fuck it, I’ll give people an interview. We know everyone wants to hear from all of us again anyway.” The voice of Fire rang out as she stepped out and put an arm around Morgan laughing as she looked at the coughing Amy. “What’s wrong, can’t handle a little fucking smoke in your face?”

“She shouldn’t be smoking…*cough*...in the arena…*cough*...anyway!” Amy Connors says. Morgan just looks beside her to Fire with her cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth. The look on her face says it all: ‘I know that, but I don’t give a fuck!’

Morgan looks back at Amy then. “C’mon, Amy. Yanno me better than that! Now ya got questions and shit, or what? Ask her.” She points to Fire before plucking the Newport out again and blows the smoke, this time, over Amy’s head. At least she gives her that. “Cause, I ain’t got shit else t’say about Ryan. Fuck that loser, n’at.”

Amy Connors catches her breath again and nods, warily before focusing on Fire, directly. “Fire, is it? Hello. So, you’ve got your big NFW debut here, shortly. You and your partner, Ice--” Amy pauses and stands on her tiptoes, trying to look over Morgan and Fire’s shoulder for the silent little blonde, before coming back down onto her feet and focusing on Fire again. “You ladies will be going up against the team of Masami Nishikiyama and Kayako Kazama from SBS...otherwise known as the Super Bitch Squad.” Amy clearly didn’t feel comfortable, still, saying that phrase on camera. “Tell the fans; how have you prepared for tonight’s matchup?” Amy asks, extending the microphone out so Fire can speak into it.

Fire looks behind her and motions for her partner to come over and stand beside her. A few moments later, we see the blonde haired woman come into frame and stand on the other side of Morgan and putting an arm around the woman before looking at Fire and nodding. “How does anyone prepare for a match? We studied their matches, figured out how they operate in the ring and we discussed a game plan.” Fire responds as she just looks at the poor interviewer for a moment before just laughing. It’s not like it matters anyway, what we declared out there in the middle of the ring last week isn’t just us blowing smoke up the fans’ asses, it’s just a fact. We’re the best damn team in the entire women’s tag team division, those spineless champions included and tonight is just our first step in proving our point and eventually putting what belongs to us around our waists.”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say, after last week that the Women’s Tag Team Champions, Nostalgia Ultra, will definitely be watching tonight’s match.” Amy says, looking between Fire and Ice. “From a spectating perspective, I don’t doubt that you’re on their radar. Ice? Do you have anything you’d like to share?” Amy offers the microphone out.

With an arm around both tag team members, Morgan smirks, turning to Ice, wondering if she’s actually going to say something on camera. She gives her a playful little shake of the shoulder. “C’mon, girl. Talk some shit!” She teases playfully.

Ice looks at the microphone and then up at both Morgan and Fire before taking a hand and pushing the microphone away and shaking her head no, not giving any sense of emotion or anything. Fire then grabs Amy’s wrist and pulls the microphone back towards her and just looks at the interviewer. “Amy, Amy, Amy, my partner here is more like a silent assassin. She is a woman of very few words. Of course we’re obviously on their radar at this point. We absolutely demolished them two weeks ago when they tried to take out our friend after she beat our esteemed Women’s Champion. Who wouldn’t want to get a little revenge on people who try to ruin a good old four on one beatdown? I know I would if it were me.”

Amy freezes like a deer in headlights the moment Fire grabs her by the wrist. Once she’s finished, Amy swallows a nervously and slowly nods. “Absolutely.” Amy says, warily before turning back to Morgan. “Speaking of which, Morgan. The Women’s Champion, Lara Blackheart; as everyone knows, she will be joining you and your team - in a sense - in tonight’s gauntlet match, against Ryan Steele. Any thoughts to share on that?”

Morgan rolls her eyes after she drops her cigarette butt on the ground and snuffs it out, right there. “I told ya, already, Amy. I ain’t got shit else to say ‘bout that lil headass bitch. Ya want some shit on the gauntlet?” Morgan asks, getting a small nod from Amy before looking back over her shoulder. “Hey, yo! Boo! Lluv!”

Sativa’s face appears in the doorway. She throws an arm around Morgan’s shoulders as she moves more into view. “Sup?” Morgan cracks a sly smirk, pointing to Amy Connors without a word before standing on her tiptoes to place a smooch on Sativa’s cheek.

Once again, the blonde interviewer finds her professional smile as she directs it towards Sativa. “Hello, Sativa! I was just trying to get some comments from everyone about their matches, tonight. I understand you released comments regarding your opponent, tonight, earlier in the week. However, some fans are wondering; how do you feel about having to work alongside the woman you’ll be facing in just a few weeks at Invasion?”

Sativa rolls her eyes and shakes her head slightly. “Look, sometimes you gotta do something you don’t like to get what you want. This little puto wants to try and ruin something good for Morgan, me, and the rest of the Collective. He’s pissed off A LOT of people. If I have to be on the same side, technically, as Lara Bitchheart? So be it. Doesn’t change the fact that after this match I’m still going to go into Invasion, beat her ass, and then take MY title.”

Amy Connors nods hesitantly as she brings the microphone back to her. “Which brings me to the next question on everyone’s minds. We know you spoke a little on it before. However, I’d like to ask you about Adrianna Salvatore. The world knows you earned your shot against Lara Blackheart. We all witnessed it. However, just last week, seemingly out of nowhere, Adrianna - a former champion herself - demanded her rematch at that same event. Sativa, do you take that as a personal offense?”

Sativa looks at Amy incredulously and scoffs. “Do I take that as a personal offense?” She looks at Morgan then back to Amy. “Are you fucking stupid? OF COURSE I TAKE IT AS A PERSONAL OFFENSE!! I come in, PIN the champion in my debut and all of a sudden everyone and their fucking mother is up in arms and trying to crowd their way into MY spotlight. This is my match. I’m the one who earned it. Adrianna wants to try and stick her nose in my business? Fine, I break it for her and put her down right next to Lara.”

Amy jumps a little when Sativa shouts but doesn’t budge an inch after that. Almost as if the timid little interviewer is afraid of being struck if she moves. Afterward, Amy ‘gulps’ nervously. “I-I completely understand your frustration. You did, indeed, earn the opportunity you have ahead of you.” Amy turns towards Morgan again. “Morgan, what about you? You and Adrianna...well...you practically grew up together, since childhood. Have you tried talking to her at all?”

Morgan makes a ‘pfft’ noise under her breath at Amy. “Bitch, please. One thing I learned from peeps is ain’t nobody gonna listen to my ass, anyways. ‘Cept these girls, right here.” She nods around her to Fire, Ice, and Sativa while leaning into Sativa more, under her arm. “Adrianna could have stepped up to Alex or some shit, for her rematch, but for some reason, she wants t’roll up like this. I ain’t gonna deny she’s a bad bitch. She is. But Boo here’s on a whole notha level. Motherfuckers got limits when they get in that ring. She don’t. Lara, Adrianna and anybody who wanna think that this girl don’t deserve it--” She points up at Sativa. “--they got another thing comin’.” Morgan pauses for a second and looked at the camera directly. “Yeah, that was Judas Priest. Bite me.”

Sativa looks over at Morgan and grins. “Isn’t that my job?”

Grinning back, Morgan looks over at Sativa. “Yeah, you wanna work some overtime, tonight?” Sativa ponders the question.

Amy Connors shoots a glance at the camera, wondering if they should cut the feed, before going back to The Kingdom girls. “Ummm, sorry to cut you off, but is there anyone else that might like to leave comments?”

Lluvia popped up from behind the rest of the group, already decked out in a red and black set of her gear, sliding in between Sativa and Morgan, giving them both a quick peck on the cheek then a not so subtle slap on their asses. She turned towards Amy with a mix of a grin and smirk on her face before she grabbed the microphone and brought it to her lips. ”You’re really going to ask if anyone else wants to make some comments? I guess someone forgot that another lady of The Kingdom was debuting tonight.”

Amy quickly shook her head, trying to make sure that they knew she hadn’t forgotten about Lluvia as she spoke, ”Of course not, Ms. Cane! We’re all extremely excited to have you on the roster, and we’re all loo-”

Lluvia laughed as she took the mic again, cutting Amy Connors off, ”Lluvia, Amy...just call me Lluvia, none of that Ms. Cane shit with me. I ain’t that old, fuckin a’.” Lluvia and the others laughed, Llu shaking her head as she chuckled.

Amy looked uneasily at the camera, debating on if she wanted to speak again or not, but Lluvia beat her to it once she stopped laughing, her face dropping to a dead serious look as she leaned to the microphone, ”Now then, I didn’t speak my mind in Japan when Sativah and Morgan did. Sure, I was there, but I held my tongue while I continued to gather my thoughts.” She looked at the gorgeous ladies that were around her, a smirk on her face as she looked at Sativah and Morgan. She brushed her hair to where it rested on her back, giving Amy a chance to speak up again, ”Lluvia, what do you have to say to Ryan Steele tonight?”

Lluvia shook her head before rolling her eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh before taking the microphone once more, “What do I have to say? That’s really what you’re going with right now?” “Well Ms. Ca-I mean Lluvia, you are new to NFW and you’ve been pretty silent concerning Ryan Steele, you even said so yourself, so we are wondering where your mind is when it comes to-” Lluvia stepped away from the rest of The Kingdom, slightly, putting her hand over the microphone while a steely look came over her face, her eyes showing a coldness that hadn’t been seen in many years.

“I’m going to stop you right there, Ms. Connors. This fuck head seemingly thinks, and that’s being gracious, that he’s God’s gift to women, or some shit like that. You see, I’ve dealt with one little boy”, Lluvia smirked as she put emphasis on boy, knowing from personal experience that it would end up pissing guys like Steele off, “like that in my life before. That boy couldn’t keep me down then, and I’ll be damned from Hell if this little bitch boy is going to get away with fucking with any of my girls.” Lluvia stepped back to the group, her tone getting darker than The Kingdom had ever heard from her before.

She took the microphone from Amy, looking between the ladies of The Kingdom and The Collective, a satisfied smirk coming over her face. “Bitch boy better be ready because he’s tried fucking with the wrong women. When we said he was screwed, on Twitter, well...he’s gone beyond screwed. He’s going to wish he was someone’s prison fuck toy when we’re done; he’s going to be lucky to walk away on his own accord. You don’t fuck with one member of The Kingdom without pissing all of us off, and God help you to continue breathing if you’re cursed enough to have to deal with us.” Lluvia tossed the microphone back to a shocked Amy Connors then wrapped her arms around Morgan and Sativah’s waists, having shown a side that she had never released before.

From here, the members of the Kingdom began to retreat back into the locker room. First, Ice, then Fire. Next, Lluvia, giving Morgan a comforting kiss on the cheek, disappeared back inside. Finally, Sativa put an arm around Morgan’s shoulders again and the two turned to head back into the locker room, at last. Before Amy Connors could get another word out, Morgan looked back, as if able to guess what she was thinking. “Jasmine ain’t talkin’ t’nobody, right now. She gettin’ in the zone. Both o’yins scram.” Morgan motioned to the camera and Amy Connors before she and Sativa joined the others in the locker room and shut the door.
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“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins, the arena is filled with red and white lights. As the drums kick in, the lights go out and a red and a white spotlight hit the entrance ramp where Ice in her white jacket with the hood covering her face and Fire with her red jacket and hood covering her face stand. As the beat picks up, the two remove their hoods and Fire begins headbanging to the song. Ice looks forward as she makes her way down the ramp followed by Fire who is slapping the hands of the fans. The two make it to the ring and Fire hops up onto the ring apron as Ice climbs up the steps. The two enter the ring at the same time as the ring as they remove their jackets and toss them to the outside and go to their corner to discuss last minute strategy.

ARDEN
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first!! Representing The Kingdom!! FIRE...AND...ICE!!!!”

The arena darkens with the music starting at the same instant. At the 0:18 mark, the multicolored light effect seen in each girl's solo entrance kicks in and lights up the stage. Shortly after, at 0:24, Kayako Kazama comes running through the curtain, all smiles, pumping her fist in the air.

Next comes Masami Nishikiyama, through the curtain before going into the spin she does on the balls of her feet with her arms out.

While she's still in the process of twirling, Yuka Hirata emerges coolly, standing by as her team mates play to the crowd.

Together, the three turn and stick their hands in a circle and perform their team chant. At 0:49 into the song, the three girls turn, Yuka leading the way and Masami following behind while Kayako brings up the rear, 'skipping' along with her hands behind her back.

ARDEN
"Making their way to the ring! From Japan! Being lead to the ring by Yuka Hirata!! KAYAKOOOOOO KAZAMAAAAAAAAAAA...AND...MASAMIIIIIIII NISHIKIIIIIYAMAAAAAAAA!!!! THE SUPEEEEEEEER BIIIITCH SQUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAD!!!!!”

One by one, as they reach the ring, they enter it as seen in each of their solo entrances: Yuka picks up into a jog and slides in sideways under the bottom rope. Masami rushes up the steps and enters normally. Kayako skips along to the right side of the ring, 'slipping' as she climbs up on the apron. She gives an adorable 'oops' look at the crowd before daintily entering under the middle rope.

Once all three of them are in the ring, they meet in the middle for a pose. Masami stands tall, flexing up her arms. After performing another brief Wai Kru, Yuka scowls ahead of her with her fists raised under her chin. Kayako, meanwhile, leans back against Masami like a human wall and brings up one hand in a 'peace sign' with an adorable yet devious little smile.

~DING DING DING~

Fire and Masami are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two women lock eyes and Fire flashes a cocky grin before motioning for Masami to give her best shot. Masami laughs as she gets in close to Fire and delivers a very stiff forearm shot that causes Fire to back up a step before slapping her face and yelling at Masami to deliver another and she gladly obliges causing Fire to stumble into the ropes and as Masami looks to follow up on the advantage by delivering a discus lariat, Fire ducks under it and delivers a standing dropkick to the back of Masami stumbling her into the ropes and as she bounces off, Fire delivers a forearm of her own to the back of Masami’s head that drops her to a knee. Fire looks to continue to press the advantage as she hits the ropes and goes to hit a shining wizard, but Masami is up to her feet quicker than Fire anticipated and delivers a belly to belly overhead suplex.

REYNOLDS
“WHOA, THERE WE GO!!!!”

HANSON
“Masami showing that burst of power AND quickness!! Weightlifter and rugby player in high school! She can move AND she can toss you up!”

Masami presses the advantage this time and as Fire gets to her knees, Masami charges in and delivers a knee strike right to the midsection of her opponent before tagging in her partner. Kayako now comes in and as she does, Masami picks Fire up and sends her into the ropes. Fire comes off the ropes and both Masami and Kayako deliver a double clothesline before Masami steps out onto the ring apron. Kayako then picks Fire back up and now it’s her turn to deliver a forearm shot to the face of her opponent who stumbles back, but looks up with a grin on her face. Kayako looks a little shaken, and as Fire starts walking towards her opponent, Kayako tries to flee, but Fire grabs the girl by the hair and forces her down to the mat. She then picks up Kayako and sends her into her own corner and charges in, delivering a corner splash. As she does, Ice reaches in and tags her partner’s back.

HANSON
“Tag in by Ice and we’re gonna see what the Kingdom’s little faerie can do!”

REYNOLDS
“Do they really call her that?”

HANSON
“They do, indeed.”

REYNOLDS
“That’s fucking dumb.”

HANSON
“I think it’s adorable.”

REYNOLDS
“Yeah well, you would.”

HANSON
“Why don’t you tell them you think it’s dumb?”

REYNOLDS
“You think I won’t?”

HANSON
“I know you won’t.”

REYNOLDS
“Fuck you, Nicky!”

Ice comes in and as she does, snapmares Kayako out of the corner and Fire follows it up with a corner dropkick before Ice traps the left arm and looks for a quick armbar that Kayako fights off by immediately getting to the bottom rope. Kayako scrambles out of the ring and runs over to her corner where Masami drops to the floor and the two immediately begin talking. While they’re doing this, they don’t realize Ice tagged Fire back in who comes flying over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha taking both ladies down much to the delight of the crowd. Fire begins to slap the hands of some of the fans who are ringside and even taking a sip of one of their beers before picking Kayako up and rolling her back into the ring and dragging her back to her corner where she tags Ice back in.

REYNOLDS
“Hey! She can’t be drinking on the job!”

HANSON
“Pot, meet Kettle.”

REYNOLDS
“Say what?”

HANSON
“I said, Pot meet Kettle.”

REYNOLDS
“I heard what the fuck you said!”

Ice comes in and picks Kayako up and sends her into the ropes. Kayako comes off the ropes and as she does, Lilith delivers a basement dropkick to the knees of her opponents causing Kayako to hit the mat face first before just repeatedly driving her left knee into the mat. After she finishes doing that, Ice looks to put Kayako into a figure four leglock, but Kayako pushes Ice off of her and towards her and Masami’s corner. Lilith hits the corner face first and Kayako gets up and tags in Masami who comes in and begins to deliver forearm shots to the small of Ice’s back before grabbing her in a waist lock and taking her overhead with a German Suplex. Masami picks Ice up into a seated position before she comes off the ropes and hits Ice with a very hard sliding clothesline before going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Masami picks Ice up off the mat and this time delivers an emphatic pumphandle slam before tagging Kayako back in. Kayako comes in as Masami picks Ice up off the mat and the two deliver a Magic Killer before Kayako drops for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Fire comes in and delivers a kick to the head of Kayako before the ref tells her to get out of the ring. Fire obliges and as she gets out of the ring, Kayako tags Masami back in and throws Ice to her. Masami drops Ice on the top of her head with a snap DDT as Fire can be seen reaching her hand out and yelling for her partner to get out of this and make the tag.

HANSON
“Ice needs to get out of there, now!”

REYNOLDS
“This is why delicate little faeries shouldn’t wrestle!”

HANSON
“Oh, come--...forget it….”

Masami picks Ice up off the mat and sends her into her corner yet again and charges in, delivering a jumping forearm smash and tagging Kayako back in. Kayako comes into the ring and grabs Ice by the wrist and looks to send her into the ropes. Ice reverses though and as Kayako comes off the ropes, Ice delivers a kick to the knees dropping her opponent down onto her knees before delivering a DDT. The two women lie on the mat and it’s now where Fire starts to stomp on the steel steps, trying to get the crowd involved and encourage Ice to make it to her corner to make the tag. Ice slowly crawls over to her corner and makes the leap, tagging Fire into the ring.

HANSON
“THERE WE GO! FIRE’S BACK IN!!”

REYNOLDS
“AND SHE’S COMING IN HOT!!”

HANSON
“..........”

REYNOLDS
“Blow me. That was funny.”

Fire slingshots herself over the top rope and as she does, Kayako is up to her feet and Fire delivers a discus clothesline before following it up in one fluid motion with a standing moonsault. Fire goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Masami is in this time to break up the pin as Ice comes in and takes Masami over the top rope with a clothesline and Fire makes it to her feet and hits the opposite ropes before diving between the middle and top rope and hitting Masami with a suicide dive that drives her into the barricade. Fire then gets up to the ring apron and as Kayako gets to her feet, launches herself and hits a springboard forearm smash before tagging Ice in and as the two swap places, tags Fire right back in who picks Kayako up onto her shoulders and delivers a rolling Death Valley Driver and as the move lands, Ice flies off the top rope and delivers a leg drop and moves out of the way as Fire finishes Melt Away with the 450 splash and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The ref calls for the bell as “A Song of Ice and Fire” plays again and the duo of Fire and Ice begin to celebrate their victory.
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To the sound of Blues Saraceno's "Evil Ways", the lights dimmed down, leaving the arena in the dark while the word "RECKLESS" appeared up on the video wall. Lighters are seen throughout the crowd as a figure in the dark is seen walking out onto the stage, slowly. Then, right at the 1:00 mark in the song, the lights on the stage suddenly come on, revealing "The Reckless One" Ryan Steele on stage, looking around at the audience. As he does, he spots a random fan in the crowd with a sign for him and points a finger, acknowledging he sees them and nods. He then starts making his way down to the ring.

ARDEN
"The following contest is a Gauntlet Match!! Making his way to the ring!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds!! From Dayton, Ohio!! He is The Reckless One!! RYAAAAAAAAN STEEEEEEEEEELE!!!!"

Ryan Steele makes his way towards the ring at a pace that matches his music, calm and leisurely. He slaps a few hands in the front row before running up onto the apron suddenly and climbs the turnbuckle. Ryan points to another fan and throws them the horns with his hand before climbing down inside of the ring and begins removing his entrance gear.



ARDEN
“His first opponent! From Seattle, Washington… Representing the Unwanted AND Crazy Hot! She is the leader of the Raindrops... Shelley! Silver!”

She grins as she looks around and makes her way to the ring, high-fiving fans and stopping to take selfies with them before hopping up onto the ring apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping between the bottom and middle ropes. As the song fades out, she begins bouncing off of the ropes, preparing herself for the match.

~DING DING DING~

Ryan and Shelly are in the ring as the bell sounds and as it does, Shelly immediately charges at Ryan and takes him down with a double leg takedown and starts to rain down punch after punch towards the head and face of the man as he tries to block as best as possible. Ryan eventually throws Shelly off of him and rolls towards the ropes, but Shelly refuses to let up as Ryan makes it to his feet, he’s immediately hit with a snap suplex before she rolls out of the ring and starts to look under it for a weapon. She eventually finds a steel chair and slides it into the ring and gets back in herself. As she does though, and goes to pick up the chair, Ryan is up and just stands on the chair to prevent Shelly from picking it up. Shelly instead looks down at the nightstick she conveniently forgot to remove before the match and pulls it out, swinging and hitting Ryan in the side with it, causing him to wince and back off.

HANSON
“Whoops! You forgot about that, Ryan!”

REYNOLDS
“Shelley brought her bitch stick with her and she’s gonna beat a bitch with it!”

As he does, Shelly continues to just swing away with the weapon, connecting all over the body as Ryan drops to his knees and tries to cover up his body the best way that he can. Shelly eventually drops the nightstick and grabs Ryan by the head and drops him with a snap DDT and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Shelly looks to keep on the advantage as she picks Ryan up off the mat and tries to send him into the ropes. Ryan reverses it though and as Shelly comes off the ropes, Ryan delivers a nice power slam to the woman before grabbing the steel chair and waffling her right in the back causing the woman to scream in pain. Ryan though continues the onslaught with the chair, delivering shot after shot with the chair to the back of Shelly before tossing it to the mat and going for a cover of his own.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ryan looks to push the advantage and picks Shelley up and sends her into the corner. Ryan charges in and looks for a splash, but Shelly moves out of the way and as she does, Ryan hits the top turnbuckle face first and stumbles out of the corner where Shelly is waiting and she delivers The Silencer! Shelly drops down for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

The bell rings and as it does, “Dr. Feelgood” plays and Lara comes charging down the ramp and slides into the ring as Shelly motions for Lara to have her fun before sliding out of the ring and up the ramp. Lara looks down at the dazed Ryan and yells for him to stand up. Ryan crawls to the ropes and uses them to help himself up, but as soon as he’s to his feet, Lara charges in and delivers a simple knee to the midsection of Ryan who doubles over before being taken down by DDT by Lara. Ryan though is quick to roll to the outside where he begins to pace and try and catch his breath.

HANSON
“Jim, you know I don’t condone unnecessary violence.”

REYNOLDS
“Right. Unfortunately.”

HANSON
“I’m gonna go on a biased record here. I condone whatever that young lady does, to that piece of trash of a human being in that ring right there. The comments made about her father were uncalled for!”

REYNOLDS
“So, you condone this but you think Lara should lay off of Adrianna Salvatore?”

HANSON
“Different circumstances, Jim. C’mon. She gave an apology from the heart. She dealt with humiliation. Something else I normally don’t condone, but she did. It should be over with.”

That doesn’t last for long though as Lara comes diving in with a suicide dive that sends Ryan crashing to the floor. Lara stands up and doesn’t take time to gloat or anything, she just grabs Ryan by the hair and drags him towards the ring steps. Lara then places his hand on the top step as she walks up them and just stomps down as hard as she can as Ryan pulls his hand back after and grabs it in clear pain. Lara though just laughs as she launches herself off the ropes and delivers a meteora that causes Ryan to crash onto the floor.

REYNOLDS
“Ouch! I hope that’s not the hand he pretends is his girlfriend!”

We hear Nick Hanson start choking on his water and actually, for once, laugh at his broadcast partner’s joke.

REYNOLDS
“You like that shit, huh?”

Lara keeps pressing the advantage as she rolls Ryan into the ring now and goes searching under the ring for something. She finds what she’s looking for and laughs as she holds up a pair of brass knuckles. Lara slides them onto her fist as she rolls back into the ring and Ryan is back to his feet. Lara charges in and looks to hit him with a right hook, but Ryan somehow dodges and hits the ropes behind Lara and as she turns around, Ryan delivers a spear that almost cuts Lara in half. Ryan keeps up the advantage by picking Lara up and sending her into the corner. Ryan charges in and delivers a massive corner splash before snapmaring Lara out and delivering a soccer kick to the middle of Lara’s back. He then drops Lara onto the mat and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ryan keeps pushing the advantage as he picks Lara up and picks her up and delivers a delayed vertical suplex and then following that up with a running senton splash and going for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ryan slaps the mat in frustration as he starts to argue with the ref about it being a slow count and as he’s doing this, Lara pulls out another set of brass knuckles and as Ryan turns around, she nails him in the jaw with a haymaker that drops him. Lara doesn’t stop there though as she picks up the lifeless body of Ryan and hits him with the Coma White and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

And just like that, “Sound of Us” by Diamante begins to play and out walks not just one member of The Kingdom, but Lluvia, Morgan, and Sativa all walk out together and all three march to the ring. Ryan, who is just now making it up to his feet in the corner looks around and sees the three women just surround the ring. The three ladies look at each other before hopping up to the apron each with a grin on their face. Morgan nods and herself and Lluvia get into the ring and charge at Ryan and just start laying in kick after kick and stomp after stomp as Sativa jumps back down and starts walking along the outside, asking the fans for something.

HANSON
“Well, now, we’re supposed to just see - if I’m not mistaken - Lluvia Cane out here for now, but we’ve got the rest of Ryan Steele’s opponents!”

REYNOLDS
“What the hell is Sativa doing? Signing autographs?”

As this is happening, Morgan and Lluvia have Ryan up and deliver a double suplex before they both roll out of the ring and look under it and find a couple of kendo sticks. The two slide back in and Ryan is now on his knees begging and pleading for mercy. The two women look at each other and just nod as they take turns repeatedly hitting Ryan with the weapons with Morgan delivering the final shot to the head with a resounding crack that drops Ryan to the mat. Now, Sativa has finally found what she was looking for and it seems like a fan in the front row has given her one of their sandals. Sativa holds it up much to the delight of the crowd as she rolls into the ring. She yells for Morgan and Lluvia to pick Ryan up and bend him over and the two oblige.

REYNOLDS
“My god, Nicky, she actually has a fucking CHANCLA!!!!”

HANSON
“I hate to say it but she did tell Ryan Steele he better hope nobody in the front row is wearing any!”

REYNOLDS
“Darth Ganja’s about to go Darth Abuela on that ass, Nicky!!”

Mary looks at the sandal and then at Ryan as she walks up behind the man and just starts to smack his ass as hard as she can over and over with the sandal as Ryan screams out in pain. Sativa now tells Morgan and Lluvia it’s time to finish things and Morgan and Sativa pick Ryan up as Lluvia first delivers Angelic Rebellion! Morgan then follows it up with the Eleventh Hour! At this point, Sativa is on the top rope and as Morgan delivers her move, Sativa launches herself off the top rope and delivers the Sonic Screwdriver and all three women pile onto Ryan for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

REYNOLDS
“Well, so long and good night, Ryan Steele! Hope you learned your lesson, asshole!”

HANSON
“For his own sake, I hope so!”
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“This is wartime, this is our time, we won't be denied
Feed the fire that is raging inside
This is go time, this is showtime, we will fight ‘til their wills are broken”

Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit and poses with one hand raised with devil horns.

“This is game time, an insane time, let the madness fly
Show them strength that just can’t be defied
Find the power to devour, let the beast inside now be woken”

They walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to boos from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.

“In this world only the strong will survive
Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive
Feel the energy build in your soul ‘cause it’s time”

Eavan and Anton stand in the ring as the tron shows their logo of House Crowley. Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off Crowley’s shoulders. She paces around the ring, looking at everyone, shaking her head. Anton walks over and hands her a microphone.

“I initially was going to come out here and dog the dogs out there who bark incessantly about affairs that don’t concern them, but I’ve decided to run my own mental kill shelter. Truthfully, some people should simply be euthanized for all of our benefits. So, in here…”

Eavan taps her head.

“They are dead to me. No longer exist, don’t even miss them. Some were even family. Fuck them. So, let’s focus on what actually matters and that is the Women’s Television Championship, held by Candi Brodeur. Or Candi Cane as she used to be known.

Now, I like candy canes. They’re sweet, minty, a small but important piece to the holiday season. But come around February, those candy canes start getting soft, stale. Come May, people see a candy cane and think… the hell is this thing still hanging around? And honestly, Candi, people have said the same about you. Maybe not out loud, maybe not in public, but the feeling is there. That’s where somebody like me comes in.”

Eavan paces a bit more before sitting on the middle rope facing the hard camera.

“Now, I’ll give you credit where it’s deserved, I mean you ARE the champion… for now. The match hasn’t started yet, I haven’t pinned you or made you tap out, so as it stands at this very moment, you ARE the champ. You’ve had a great trainer, people call you a beast. Hell, they even call you The Crippler after that toothless uncharismatic Canadian. Despite ALL of that, you did take that title off the waist of Morgan Payne. Took you a couple of attempts though, but hey, good on you, kid.”

Eavan gives a thumbs up and a wink at the camera.

“And now your first defense is against me. And I know what you’re thinking. You’ve held titles in New Frontier for awhile, why does this new chick even deserve a shot. You ran with The Renegades before they dropped your ass. You coulda woulda shoulda won that Money In The Bank match if it wasn’t for that dastardly bestie of mine, Lara Blackheart. Now, we won’t discuss the chick she was with at the time, that third-rate Jasmine Matthews, but it’s safe to say this coming Friday, over in WWA, PigPen will get knocked the hell out.

Sorry, back to you, Brodeur. Surely you will feel that you deserve better than having to defend that championship against little ol’ me. Well, see, here’s the thing. I don’t book the cards, I only show up and whip ass when I’m contracted to. Also, as a multi-time champion myself, I’m actually EXACTLY the type of person you should be defending against.

See, back when I was a redhead and looked way too much like other redheads in this industry, I was facing this big ol’ gruff sonofabitch by the name of James Calhoun. Thought he was untouchable, until he had to put up his UWE World Championship against me. He didn’t hold it very long after that. CWC Force Pro, they put me against their Pure Champion, hell couldn’t even tell you who was the champ at the time, and I took that title. I could go on and on about winning a Television Title at this place, or a Hardcore Title elsewhere, a United States Title, a HorrorCore Title. Hell, I could even bring up how I ran an impressive undefeated streak in WWA, but I’m hoping you’ve been getting the message. I might be small, but I’m not easy to beat. I’ve bled buckets for this industry. Hell, I fight with a bad knee and shoulder, and still jump off of stupid heights and break people because I enjoy doing it. I’ve spit in the face of snakes and devils, and walked away unscathed, and yet I’m supposed to be intimidated by a Crippler?

I’m a damn WARRIOR. Steampunk Warrior, Demon Warrior. Krigare. Call it what you will, but what YOU, and all of THEM will be calling me after the final bell rings… is champion.

I hope that MY belt is shined up. Brodeur, get your ass out here. Now.”

Eavan drops the mic and starts looking around, waiting for Brodeur to make her entrance.


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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

In what had become a highly anticipated matchup, Eavan Maloney and Candi Broduer had the fans hooked from the beginning bell. Rather than a standard collar and elbow tieup, the two carefully locked hands and tested one another's strength that way, instead. They seemed almost about equal, despite the size advantage for Candi but eventually, strength did win out on the champion's side and she was able to slip Eavan into a side headlock. Eavan, almost immediately however, slipped out, pushing Candi into the ropes. She started rearing for a Chick Kick but Candi caught the ropes, causing Eavan to stop her kick attempt short. As Eavan brought her leg down, Candi came running at her for a lariat. Eavan ducked and the two both spun around. Candi went for a kick this time which Eavan ducked underneath and grabbed Candi from behind, going for a Backdrop Suplex. Candi rolled through with it and landed on her feet, grabbed Eavan, and hit a Snap German which sended Eavan landing loudly on the mat. The Demon Warrior immediately rolled out of the ring, giving a frustrated kick to the Spanish Announce Table. At the announce team's chiding, Eavan visibly 'pffted' at them and smacked a water bottle off of their table as Anton Crowley moved over to offer counsel. Inside the ring, Candi Broduer bounced on the balls of her deep, shaking out her hands to stay loose as she waited for Eavan Maloney to get back into the ring.

HANSON
"Eavan Maloney looking a little frustrated from the get go. I don't think she's too happy with how this match is kicking off."

REYNOLDS
"Can't say I blame her, really. Candi Broduer blew her off on social media. Said she's old school. She doesn't go online to talk trash. She speaks in the ring."

HANSON
"Referee's counting. Eavan better get back in."

At about '6', Eavan Maloney nodded while Anton Crowley spoke to her; watching Candi Broduer the entire time. She slipped back into the ring, circling the mat with Candi again. This time, the two women locked up, collar and elbow. As they jarred for position, however, Eavan stepped in, throwing her hip into Candi's midsection and staggering her. The smaller of the two women showed that size didn't matter, as she began throwing knees into Candi's ribs, backing her towards the ropes. Even once she had Candi on the ropes, she kept up with the knees, driving them hard up into Candi as the referee tried to call for the break. Only at the count of '4' did Eavan finally let go and back off. She came right back in, however, throwing an elbow into Candi's head and continuing that barrage until the referee reached the count of '3' before she whipped Candi away from the ropes by her hair. Candi hit the mat hard and the referee warned Eavan about the hair but Eavan simply brushed passed the referee and immediately went for an early cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Eavan sat up, holding three fingers up to the referee, only to see that it was a two count. She rolled her eyes with a smirk before getting to her feet again and reached down to pick Candi Broduer up.

HANSON
"Little early for a pin attempt, but you never know sometimes."

Eavan Maloney continued to show her worth as an opponent and challenger as she kept bringing the fight to Candi Broduer with brutal strikes and holds. Those of which showed Candi that she wasn't the only one in the match who knew how to bend a limb the wrong way. Eavan's short fuse eventually started working against her, as Candi Broduer managed to find the ropes, each time Eavan locked in a hold before too long. If they weren't near the ropes, Candi demonstrated her own discipline in submission defense by reversing and escaping a hold before Eavan could manage to do too much damage. As Eavan began to lose her cool more and more, Candi was finally able to capitalize, reversing a suplex attempt into a snap suplex into one of the corners. Eavan crashed into the turnbuckle, specifically slamming her rehabilitated leg into the corner. Candi Broduer wasn't exactly a 'dirty' wrestler, but being a submission specialist, she wasn't ever one to ignore an opportunity to go for a weakness and the attacks to the leg began to come out in the forms of various hold attempts. Ones that Eavan quickly and desperately worked to try and avoid and/or get out of. Candi continued to keep up the offense on Eavan's leg, obviously looking to go for a Sharpshooter at some point in the near future. When the moment came for her to go for it, Eavan managed to get one foot free and SHOVED Candi backwards. Candi slammed into Referee Akiyama, flattening the woman against the corner and catching her in the side of the head with an elbow.

HANSON
“Ouch!! There goes Referee Akiyama! Not sure if that was an accident or if Maloney saw an opportunity!”

REYNOLDS
“Accident or not, she’s down! The hell are they gonna do now?!”

As Candi stepped out of the corner, turning to notice the downed official, Eavan was back on her feet, coming at her with more knees and elbows. Candi threw elbows of her own, right back until Eavan went for an Irish Whip, sending Candi into the ropes. Candi came off and, as Eavan went for a lariat, Candi countered with a stunning Flying Cross Armbar which she quickly transitioned into the Crossface. The crowd popped as Eavan cried out in pain, reaching for the ropes but was too far away. Referee Akiyama was still down in the corner, however, recovering from her hit. After a moment, with frustration on her face, Candi let up on the submission and freed Eavan so she could go over and check on the referee.

REYNOLDS
“Aww, she should have kept the hold!”

HANSON
“She needs the referee to ask Maloney if she gives up, though! Though, you’re right, I’m not sure how wise it is to turn your back on the Demon Warrior!”

As Candi Broduer checked on Yumi Akiyama, Eavan Maloney pulled herself to her feet, shaking her arm out. Referee Akiyama finally started getting up onto one knee, gaining her bearings when Eavan ran up behind Candi and delivered a devastating Lungblower, rolling her right back into the Krigare Lock!!

HANSON
“HEY, WAIT!!! KRIGARE LOCK!!! MALONEY’S GOT THE KRIGARE LOCK APPLIED!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“Oooooouuuuuch!!!! Look at that torque on the neck!!!”

Finally, here was where Referee Akiyama was able to resume her duties and quickly got into position to check on Candi Broduer. Screaming in pain for just over half a minute, Candi grimaced in frustration as she desperately slapped her hand against the mat, repeatedly.

HANSON
“SHE’S TAPPING!!!!! SHE’S TAPPING!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!”

HANSON
“EAVAN MALONEY JUST TAPPED OUT CANDI BRODUER!!!!!”

~DING DING DING~

Disturbed’s “Immortalized” exploded through the speakers again as Eavan gave the hold a little more of a pull on Candi’s neck before releasing her and falling back in exhaustion.

ARDEN
“HERE IS YOUR WINNER….AAAAAAND...NEEEEEEEEWWWW N! F! W! WOMEN’S TELEVISION CHAMPION!!!!! EAVAAAAAAAAN MAAAAAAAAALOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!!”

It wasn’t until that announcement that the fact seemed to register on Eavan’s face as she sat up in the ring to see the referee bringing over the championship belt. With realization slowly dawning on her, Eavan’s look of disbelief turned to her more familiar wicked little smile as she took the title and got up to her feet as Anton Crowley entered the ring and the two embraced. Smirking with a devilish approval, Anton looked at the camera as his little Demon laughed with her tongue out, holding the title up over her head before bringing it down to kiss - no - lick the center plate with eerie delight.

Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Submission
Time: 19:05
========================================================================

After returning from a commercial break, the camera focuses on a high shot of the ring and audience.

HANSON
“Welcome back, folks. We hope you’ve been enjoying the show, this evening. It’s definitely been one hell of an event, so far!”

REYNOLDS
“And if you’re not, then get bent!”

HANSON
“Be nice, Jim. Hey, I just realized something. You get to see your girlfriend, next week.”

REYNOLDS
“Which one? Because you know I pull so much tail, it ain’t even funny.”

HANSON
“You know which one. Your twitter girlfriend!”

REYNOLDS
“I have a twitter girlfriend?”

HANSON
“Of course you do! You know...named after a fruit?”

REYNOLDS
“....What the fuck are you talking about…?”

HANSON
“Cherry!!”

REYNOLDS
“Oh, fuck you, man!”

HANSON
“HAH!!!!! That’s right, folks! I feel like it’s debut season or something! We’ve got another NFW debut next week and it’ll be none other than Cherry Addams! She’ll be taking on...well...we’ll be seeing her opponent here, shortly! She has directly challenged Adrianna Salvatore! I’m sure that’ll be another highly anticipated match up!”

REYNOLDS
“Any other debuts that are gonna give me fucking nightmares?”

HANSON
“You specifically? Sure. No offense, ladies! Jim’s just a wimp and he’s shallow as hell!”

Nick Hanson says as he looks to the camera.

REYNOLDS
“Kiss my ass!”

HANSON
“No thanks. Anyway, we’ve got two other debuts, next week. We’ll be seeing Starlight as she makes her NFW debut against Salem’s Forgotten Daughter, the debuting Bronwyn Good.”

REYNOLDS
“Man, that chick freaks me out but she is a lucky woman….”

HANSON
“I know exactly where you’re going with that. Not another word, Jim.”

REYNOLDS
“I’m just saying, Nicky!”

Suddenly, as if a wave were going through the arena, the lights began to fade, one by one, until total darkness took over the entire venue.

REYNOLDS
“The hell?!”

HANSON
“Did we just bust a breaker?”

Finally, after a few moments of dark, uncomfortable silence, a low, raspy voice bled out through the arena's soundsystem:

“Blessed are the destroyers of false hope, for they are the true Messiahs - Cursed are the god-adorers, for they shall be shorn sheep!”

As the words faded out, they were replaced immediately by the now-familiar call-to-arms of the leader of The Dominion of Pain:


"AVE.... SATANAS"

Red lighting filled the arena as Venom, Inc's "Ave Satanas" began to play, a smoky haze covering the majority of the stage as Judas Lasher finally walked out, dressed in his trademark black and red pinstriped suit, the NFW World Heavyweight Championship held proudly over his left shoulder.

Pausing to take a look around through the crowd, he finally made his way down the ramp, casually flicking his sunglasses into the crowd before hopping up onto the ring apron, and stepping into the ring.

"When I proclaimed, long ago, that I would see to it that chaos ran rampant over NFW... I expected it to be chaos that I myself ushered in. Chaos that entailed the world burning, with only The Dominion sitting above it all, fanning the flames. Instead, chaos has happened naturally. Organically. Madness engulfing the entire locker room, with violence and hatred causing factions to form solely from the need to survive. This is where The Dominion must be at it's strongest. This is where the line must be drawn."

He took the title belt from his shoulder, staring at it intently for a moment, before holding it above his head.

"The Dominion has held dominance for 25 years now. From the old FWF, to invading EFW and leading to the two combining to form NFW... we have always been here. Some of the faces change, but the mission remains: dominance, fear, destruction. Strike us down, we rise more dangerous than before. Yet... in spite of all that...." He paused, looking again at the title belt. "Since winning this at WrestleWar, I've felt strangely... empty. Complacent. Perhaps even forgotten. And that? Will. Not. Do."

"I want to make it known, right now, that at Invasion... I will be defending this title. Whether Steven Brody books it or not. If he doesn't? I will defend this unsanctioned, in a back alley outside the arena. One way or the other, win or lose, everyone watching that show WILL be reminded of how I got to this spot. Of how I've remained feared all these years. Of how - "

He was cut off then, by the sound of sarcastic laughing over the soundsystem. The video wall then came to life with a closeup of the face of NFW Junior Heavyweight Champion Tyler Grey.

"Oh, for the love of god, shut your fuckin' mouth, old man."

Glaring into the camera, "the most miserable asshole in wrestling" practically shook with pent-up rage.

"This title... this Junior Heavyweight title... this is horseshit. With the exception of a few tiny pieces of shit like AKI, there's no more than a 5-10 pound difference between us and the so-called "heavyweights". So let's stop bullshitting anyone. One weight division. One belt. Undisputed World Champion. At Invasion... let's unify these bitches. Judas Lasher... vs. Tyler Grey."

Lasher shook his head, looking more bemused than anything.

"You and your Renegade friends have been thorns in our side for a while now, Mr. Grey. Perhaps.... it's time I remove that thorn once and for all. You want to unify our titles? Let's unify them. In fact -"

HANSON
“HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!!!! TYLER GREY!!!!! COMING OUT OF THE CROWD!!!”

He was cut off again, however... as Tyler Grey revealed the video wall to have been pre-recorded, as he slid into the ring from behind the World Champion, a large wrench in his hand, and SLAMMED it down over Lasher's right shoulder.

HANSON
“TYLER GREY WITH THAT WRENCH!! SOMEBODY’S GOTTA STOP THIS!!!

REYNOLDS
“THAT’S MY BOY, RIGHT THERE!!!! GET HIM, TYLER!!!”

HANSON
“NO, GODDAMN IT!!!!! SOMEBODY GET OUT HERE!!!”

He managed to land three more crushing blows with it, before Buzzsaw came running down the aisle, prompting Grey to bail.

HANSON
“WATCH OUT, HERE COMES BUZZSAW!!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“RUN, TYLER!!!!”

As Buzzsaw tended to his fallen leader, Grey backpedaled up the aisle, holding HIS title belt high as his theme music began to play.
========================================================================
[MAIN EVENT. Singles Match - Jasmine “The Fanged Rose” Matthews vs “The Queen Of Anarchy” Adrianna Salvatore]
Standing in the center of the ring, Roger Arden announces into the microphone.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your MAIN EVENT!!!!”

The crowd cheers for the announcement of the main event but immediately goes into boos as the music for the first competitor sounds through the speakers….


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

"You see I am the wolf.
and this dirty little piggy
lives inside of me.
You see every and then
I forget which one I want
and which one I need.
I have come to realize
that both of them have become a necessity.
I now have come to realize
that I become which animal I choose to feed!"

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

ARDEN
“Introducing first!! Currently residing in Greensburo, North Carolina! She is the Queen of the Kingdom!! JASMINE…”THE FANGED ROSE”...MAAAAAAATTHEEEEEEEEEEWS!!!!!”

"Even in these chains, you won't stop me!
Even in these chains, you won't break me!
Even in these chains, you won't take me!
Even in these chains, you won't hold me PIG!"

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

REYNOLDS
“Nicky….”

HANSON
“What?”

REYNOLDS
“I’m hard.”

HANSON
“WHAT?!”

REYNOLDS
“I regret nothing. Look at that. I take back every bad thing I said about Jasmine Matthews, but I certainly wanna do bad things to her.”

The camera briefly cuts to the announce table to actually show the announcers. Jim Reynolds is sipping on his water, practically staring up at Jasmine in the ring. Beside him, Nick Hanson buries his face in the palm of one hand.

HANSON
“I wonder if one of our affiliates is hiring….”

REYNOLDS
“Hey, good idea! Yo! Mac!”

Jim Reynolds looks at the camera, addressing the President of their partner, EWC. Jim points to Nick beside him.

REYNOLDS
“You ever need a new secretary? Here’s your man!”

Nick Hanson comes up out of his facepalm and just looks at Jim Reynolds. After a moment, he pulls Jim’s headset off and tosses it passed him. We hear Jim Reynolds yell ‘Hey! Dick!’ and he fumbles for the headset as “Big Bad Wolf” fades out and the lights return to normal. A moment later, we hear a mic rustling around as the camera focuses on Jasmine Matthews in the ring.

REYNOLDS
“The fuck is your problem?”

HANSON
“Getting tired of your flack, is all.”

REYNOLDS
“Flack? What are you, my grandmother?”



Some kind of evidence....

Some kind of reason....

Why I can't find a way....

To begin my life....

The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.

Somewhere in this dying day....

If I can only find a way for my own escape....

I find it hard to concentrate with all my past mistakes....

TO BEGIN MY LIFE!!

From a bird's eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth's surface, just as the song picks up, causing a fiery flash on the screen and the vignette switches to grainy, black and white images of Adrianna Salvatore's most brutal match highlights, mixed in with closeups of her rather deranged smile and menacing sneer. In the pitch black arena, lights on the stage come on, flashing and flickering. They illuminate a silhouette standing calmly in a hooded vest. As the chorus hits, the lights switch, coming on to light up the stage and ramp in a soft white but still leaving the arena dark. We see the figure in detail now as Adrianna Salvatore lifts her head and stares down at the ring from under her hood. She has that same sneer on her face as in her vignette. She steps forward, approaching the ring with a sense of purpose in her steps.

ARDEN
"On her way to the ring!! From Brooklyn, New York!! Representing The Unwanted!! She is the Queen of Anarchy...ADRIIIAAANNAAAAAAAAA....SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Adrianna reaches ringside and runs up onto the apron, kneeling upon it on one knee. Now, we see that wicked smile of hers as she licks her teeth. She turns around on the apron, skillfully and slides herself in, backwards under the bottom rope. Standing to her feet, Adrianna moves to a turnbuckle and climbs up. She throws back her hood as she bends forward and does a circular headbang to the music. After a few seconds, she throws her hair back with a yell, amping up the fans. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, she removes her vest, folds it and carefully hands it to the timekeeper before preparing for the match.

~DING DING DING~

Jasmine Matthews and Adrianna Salvatore begin the match by coming out of their corners. Matthews is showered in boos as she immediately comes towards the center of the ring, swinging her hips, cockily with her arms out to the sides. Oozing with arrogance, she sneers in disgust at the audience in attendance before reaching the center of the ring. Meeting her there, Salvatore comes out of her corner. No words. No gloating. The tattooed woman just walks to the center of the ring and gets right up into her opponent's face. Far from intimidated, Jasmine Matthews tilts her head, smirking coldly as she stares...practically down at the Queen of Anarchy. It's not by much - a couple of inches - but Adrianna cranes her head up to lock eyes with the Fanged Rose as the crowd noise rises into a cheer.

REYNOLDS
"Would you look at that, Nicky!"

HANSON
"Right?! It's usually Adrianna looking down at her opponent! She's shifting those eyes up for once! It doesn't look like she's too phased, however!"

Jasmine bows up on Adrianna, starting to jawjack. We can't exactly hear it over the crowd. We can read Jasmine's lips though and tell that it's definitely not PG, whatever she's saying. She's stopped short, however, as Adrianna suddenly reaches up with one hand and palms Jasmine's face, SHOVING her back several steps. Jasmine catches herself, a little surprised at the force of which she was shoved back but looks more pissed off by the gesture than anything. She storms back up towards Adrianna, talking more trash. We can hear it, faintly, this time.

"What, you think you're bad bitch?!"

Adrianna starts to jaw back at Jasmine when SMACK!! Jasmine catches Adrianna across the jaw with a stiff right cross. Adrianna's head snaps to the side as she reels back but her feet don't budge. She slowly looks back at Jasmine, bringing a hand up to her jaw with a twisted smile slowly creeping across her face, nodding.

REYNOLDS
“Ho-ho-ho-ho-hoooooooooo!!!!! MAN!!!! I don’t think anybody’s hauled off and slapped Salvatore like that before!”

HANSON
“You ain’t kidding!! And Mikey, I think she likes it!”

REYNOLDS
“My name’s not Mikey….”

HANSON
“No, I...ugh...nevermind….”

Jasmine licks her teeth in anticipation, raising her eyebrows as if to say 'ya like that, huh?' She lunges forward, seemingly going for a tieup with Adrianna, then. As Adrianna comes in to meet her, however, Jasmine slips behind her and sweeps in low. She takes Adrianna's legs out from underneath her, immediately showing her mixed martial arts background. Adrianna flips over onto her back but Jasmine is already in the process of mounting her and going for a ground assault, raining elbow shots down at her. The crowd is already on their feet, roaring with excitement.

HANSON
"And watch out! Here we go!! We're gonna kick this main event off at full throttle!


REYNOLDS
"She took her down with authority, Nicky! Holy shit!"

HANSON
"She did, Jim, but we both know Adrianna's got her own background in other disciplines, as well---"

REYNOLDS
"Whoa! And there it is!"

As this is being said, Adrianna manages to catch the arm of Jasmine's that she's throwing elbow shots with. Throwing their weight over to the side, Adrianna rolls right over and counters the assault into a Fujiwara Armbar. The crowd pops again, louder, as Adrianna applies what appears to be maximum torque on the hold. Jasmine struggles against the hold, voicing her discomfort which starts to sound more like pain as the hold continues before she manages to use her discipline to slip out of the hold and roll away from Adrianna. Jasmine comes up onto one knee, shaking out her arm as she sneers at Adrianna whom sits up on a knee, herself, watching her opponent with cold, calculation in her eyes.

HANSON
"Welcome to NFW, Jasmine Matthews! Allow us to introduce to you, Adrianna Salvatore!"

Getting back to their feet, both women circled the ring, watching each other again. They'd just gauged one another's ground and were ready to really get this contest fully underway. Adrianna had the power. Jasmine had the quickness and the bonus experience of actually competing in MMA matches prior to now. Both women's strengths showed as Jasmine focused on this aspect of her training, by coming head on at Adrianna with an array of stiff knees and knife edge chops. After a brutal barrage, she went for an Irish Whip on Adrianna which the Queen of Anarchy reversed and sent Jasmine into the ropes instead. However, the Fanged Rose came right back and snapped Adrianna down to the mat with a Float Over DDT and went for the cover.

ONE!!

TW--

KICKOUT!!

Adrianna sat up out of the kickout but Jasmine immediately floored her back with a stiff elbow and began raining in a storm of brace knee strikes to her ribs. When it seemed like Adrianna was beginning to slow from this, Jasmine quickly pulled her up by the hair and moved behind her, swiftly, locking her into a rear naked choke. The referee immediately turned attention to Adrianna, seeing if she wanted to give up. Adrianna kept her arm up, shaking her finger. Hell no, she wasn't giving up like this! Instead, she used her raw power to begin getting up to her feet. Jasmine kept her arms around Adrianna's throat, jumping up from there and pulling her opponent down into a lungblower before wrapping her legs around her waist and maintaining the rear naked choke.

HANSON
"OHH!!!! LUNGBLOWER FROM MATTHEWS AND SHE HOLDS ONTO THAT CHOKE!!!"

Down on the mat, Adrianna fought against the chokehold as Jasmine gave a crazed, malicious look. A smile on her face as she squeezed the oxygen out of Adrianna Salvatore. The Queen of Anarchy refused to stay down, however, as she struggled to try and get back to her feet. She seemed to be failing, though, as Jasmine squeezed and Adrianna's arm finally, eventually dropped to the mat. The referee began to check her, from here. One lift of her arm and it hit the mat when the referee let go. Two lifts of her arm and it dropped to the mat again. Three lifts...and Adrianna's arm immediately shot back up!! Clenching her hand into a fist, Adrianna seemingly came back to life and began fighting back against the hold as she started getting back to her feet. Throwing elbows into Jasmine's ribs, Adrianna looked to be starting to loosening up her grip. Jasmine fought back, maneuvering around in front of her, turning the choke hold into a grapple hold behind her head and began throwing Muay Thai knees up into her midsection. Adrianna began to falter again until Jasmine let go and ran off the ropes, coming right back at her full speed. Adrianna turned the momentum around as Jasmine went for a spear, only for Adrianna to take her down with a drop toe hold, quickly transitioning into an Indian Deathlock.

REYNOLDS
"There's that submission prowess, Nicky!!!!"

HANSON
"Trained by the one and only, LeeAnn Viskan!"

Jasmine Matthews struggles against the hold, trying to pull and drag herself towards the ropes. Adrianna kept her feet braced to the mat though, refusing to let Jasmine get any real leverage to pull herself towards the ropes. Still, Jasmine kept trying, until she managed to get one foot free from struggling and kicked at Adrianna until she got herself free. Adrianna released Jasmine from the hold and got to her feet. While Jasmine Matthews began slowly pulling herself up on the ropes, Adrianna positioned herself in the farthest corner from her opponent; eyes watching the woman as she hunched down, ready and waiting.

HANSON
"Salvatore's got Matthews in her sights! She's looking to end this right now!"

Jasmine begins to turn around, fighting through the pain in her leg from the Indian Deathlock, until she is just about to turn, facing towards Adrianna Salvatore. As Salvatore comes sprinting across the ring, attempting to go for the MOAB Launch, Matthews manages to dip out of the way, causing Adrianna to go smashing shoulder first into the corner. As she stumbles back out and around, Jasmine runs in, delivering a running knee right to the side of the head. Adrianna falls back into the corner. As she comes stumbling out again, Jasmine runs back in from across the ring, delivering a shotgun dropkick, sending Adrianna right back into the corner again, snapping violently to the mat!

REYNOLDS
"Salvatore missed with the MOAB, Nicky!!!! Now she looks hurt!"

HANSON
"And she hit the ringpost with that shoulder!"

Jasmine Matthews is the one back in control now, it seems, as she walks over and picks Adrianna Salvatore up to her feet, backing her into the corner again. Matthews continues her assault with a barrage of knee strikes, going for Adrianna's ribs again before Irish Whipping her across the ring and into the opposite corner. Adrianna hits hard, reeling with her feet coming up off of the mat before she slumps back down. Jasmine takes off across the ring again, letting out a guttural shriek at the top of her lungs. As she closes in, Adrianna bursts out of the corner again and DRILLS Jasmine in the midsection with a vicious Spear that violently snaps her down to the mat.

REYNOLDS
"MOAB!!!! SHE HIT THE MOAB ON JASMINE MATTHEWS!!!"

HANSON
"THE FANGED ROSE IS DOWN!!!"

But Adrianna hit the MOAB Launch with that same shoulder she hit the ringpost with and rolled away from Jasmine, clutching it as she grimaced in pain. As the crowd cheers and roots for Adrianna to capitalize on it, both women reel in pain. Adrianna with her shoulder, Jasmine with her ribs. Adrianna finally crawls over and covers Jasmine, hooking the leg as she puts her weight across the Fanged Rose's shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

How Jasmine kicked out, Adrianna doesn't know but she pulls herself up to her knees, looking at Referee Akiyama in pained frustration as the official confirms her it was a two count. Getting that cold, menacing look in her eyes again, Adrianna pulls herself to her feet, grabbing Jasmine by the hair and starts pulling her to her feet. She's so focused on her opponent, she doesn't notice the mood of the crowd changing from cheers of support, to sudden boos and jeers.

HANSON
"Hey, wait a minute!!!! What the hell is this?!"

Sliding into the ring and into the camera frame, from the ramp comes Lara Blackheart. Weilding her Women's Championship, Lara immediately rushes in and hits Adrianna Salvatore across the back of the head with it. Adrianna lets go of Jasmine and buckles forward. That's about all she does, however, before throwing her hair out of her face and turning abruptly towards Lara. Just as she does, however, Nostalgia Ultra comes out of the crowd and into the ring. Futura Soli grabs Jasmine Matthews and throws her out, through the ropes as TyAnna Jupiter hits Adrianna from behind with a chop block and she goes down onto her knees.

~DING DING DING~

Winner: N/A
Result: N/A
Time: 15:17

As the referee calls for the bell to ring, Lara Blackheart stands over Adrianna Salvatore, shoving the belt in her face as the three members of Sex and Violence are joined by the fourth, Eavan Maloney, in the ring. We can just barely hear her screaming over the roar of the booing crowd. "You want this back, bitch?! You want it?!" Lara Blackheart drops the belt on the mat underneath Adrianna Salvatore and sets her up for the Coma White. Just as she cinches her arms behind her back, the jeers and boos from the crowd turn into an excited roar of approval again.

REYNOLDS
"NOW WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?!"

HANSON
"JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!! HERE COMES DARTH GANJA!!!!!"

Sure enough, Sativa Nevaeh comes sprinting down the ramp, full speed. Numbers be damned, she slides into the ring and springs up to her feet. Without hesitation, she goes right for Lara Blackheart, throwing shots at her, causing her to let go of Adrianna Salvatore. Within seconds, though, the rest of Sex and Violence are pulling Sativa off of Lara and beginning a three on one attack. One which, within seconds, becomes a four on one once Lara starts to join in. It only lasts for a few seconds, however, before the crowd pops again at the arrival of The Kingdom, booking it down the ramp to come to the aide of their own.

HANSON
"AND NOW HERE COMES THE KINGDOM, RIGHT ON HER HEELS!"

Lluvia Cane, Morgan Payne, and Fire and Ice all come rushing into the ring to help Sativa. On the other side of the ring, Jasmine Matthews gets back to her feet and the Queen of the Kingdom re-enters the ring, jumping into the fight as well. Fire and Ice immediately go for Nostalgia Ultra, Lluvia Cane goes for Lara Blackheart and Jasmine Matthews goes for Eavan Maloney with a shoot takedown after Morgan Payne whips her right towards the Fanged Rose, essentially feeding the woman to her. Morgan Payne helps Sativa Nevaeh to her feet while the other eight women go at it, sans Adrianna Salvatore who's just now getting back up and watching like a cornered animal. Morgan and Sativa both turn to notice Adrianna. The two stand there watching her, causing a tense staredown while the others fight it out. Eavan Maloney and Jasmine Matthews, both with an MMA background are moreorless locked in a ground and pound exchange while Fire and Ice and Nostalgia Ultra battle it out around the ring. Adrianna Salvatore holds her shoulder, watching Sativa and Morgan warily. Cautious but ready. The two women exchange glances before looking back at Adrianna again who looks directly at Morgan and can be seen saying 'it's gonna be like this, Mor?'

HANSON
"Now, they're not gonna.... Are they? I gotta agree with Adrianna. Really, Morgan?"

REYNOLDS
"What was that line Jamie said in Game of Thrones season 1, Nicky?"

HANSON
"Oh, shut up, Jim."

Before it looks like Sativa and Morgan are able to make a move towards Adrianna - it's uncertain if they even are - the crowd pops again as the rest of the women from The Unwanted come running down the ramp and slide into the ring. Crazy Hot - the team of Shelley Silver and Angel Kusanagi - block off the other two women as Mia Hayashi goes to Adrianna to check on her. The two remaining members of the Kingdom back up with Morgan Payne raising her hands up, trying to assure them everything's cool. After a moment, Morgan and Sativa slide out of the ring after Sativa throws Adrianna the 'got my eye on you' gesture with a smirk on her lips.

REYNOLDS
"Close call, huh, Nicky?"

HANSON
"I'd like to think not. Morgan and Adrianna? They don't exactly mingle together but they go back, damn it."

REYNOLDS
"Look at the time, Nicky! Are we really going off the air like this?!"

HANSON
"We're gonna have to! Good night, everyone! We'll see you next week!"

Morgan and Sativa roll out of the ring and split off to help separate parts of the Kingdom in the brawl against Sex and Violence. Shelley goes to Mia and Adrianna to make sure the latter is okay while Angel watches the brawling like a cat. The camera focuses on The Unwanted, watching The Kingdom and Sex and Violence tear it up around the arena as the credits roll and the screen fades to black....
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Match Winners
Match #1. Chris Wolfe def. Jaxton Crowe to retain the NFW TV Championship
Match #2. Eddy Poe/Dona Rotten and The Smalls Twins wrestled to a double countout
Match #3. The Turn-It-Up Express and Ultra-Violence wrestled to a double countout
Match #4. Anton Crowley def. Ethan Skinner
Match #5. Fire and Ice def. SBS (Nishikiyama/Kazama)
Match #6. Ryan Steele lost the gauntlet match with a score of 0 to 5
Match #7. Eavan Maloney def. Candi Broduer to become the new Women’s TV Champion
Match #8. Adrianna Salvatore vs Jasmine Matthews went to a No Contest due to interference
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Match Writers
Match #1 Chris Wolfe v. Jaxton Crowe written by Steinn
Match #2. Eddy Poe/Dona Rottten v. The Smalls Twins written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #3. The Turn-It-Up Express v. Ultra-Violence written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #4. Anton Crowley v. Ethan Skinner written by Steinn
Match #5. Fire and Ice v. SBS written by FireAndIce
Match #6. Steele v. Silver/Blackheart/Cane/Payne/Nevaeh written by FireAndIce
Match #7. Eavan Maloney v. Candi Broduer written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #8. Adrianna Salvatore v. Jasmine Matthews written by Commissioner Steven Brody
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