NFW Collision #40 - Portland, OR! 05/28/2019!

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 together in a dimly lit room with the House Crowley sigil on the wall behind them, Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney are seen together. Both with devilish smiles, while Eavan proudly displays the Women’s TV Championship on her shoulder.

- 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 erupts inside the Moda Center, as the camera sweeps over the energized audience, giving us a glimpse at the signs, t-shirts and other manners that fans show love to their favorite superstars.

FUCK THE RENEGADES

RYAN STEELE - DONT COME BACK

AVENGE THE KING

PORTLAND LOVES DONA ROTTEN

NON FACCIAMO ALTRO VINTO

TYSON STOP CREEPING ON FIRE
~Sign Flip~
SUP GIRL? CALL ME!
1-503-867-5309

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!

NFW!

NFW!

NFW!

NFW!

The crowd chants loudly as the camera continues sweeping over everyone in their wearable merchandise. Meanwhile, we are greeted by Nick Hanson and James Reynolds.

HANSON
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are, once again, LIVE for New Frontier Wrestling! The Moda Center, right here in Portland is our home for the night. Home of the Portland Trailblazers and believe me, I think some on the roster are looking to blaze some trails tonight, Jim!”

REYNOLDS
“Do you have to make a pun out of every-fucking-where we go?”

HANSON
“I like puns. They make me laugh.”

REYNOLDS
“Your face makes me laugh, Nicky!”

HANSON
“Very original….”

REYNOLDS
“You know what else makes me laugh? Watching that video of Tyler Grey beating the unholy shit out of Judas Lasher with a lead pipe! That’s my shit!”

HANSON
“He almost took his arm off, Jim! And I know why, too! That’s the arm he’s gonna go for at Invasion and he goes to lock in Skynet!”

REYNOLDS
“He’s smart, though. Give him that.”

HANSON
“I’ll give him that but I don’t know how smart he’s being tonight because he’s gone and earned the ire of three very angry individuals! All of the Renegades have! That brings us to our Main Event tonight. We’re gonna see The Renegades in action, folks - Serena Frost, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law, taking on Lara Blackheart, Ethan Skinner and the recently, self proclaimed ‘God of Professional Wrestling’, Nico Salvatore. All three of those individuals have a close bond with our Heavyweight Champion in some way, shape or form. They’re not too happy about what went down last week. Check this out….”

A quick sequence of clips replays, showing Tyler Grey sliding into the ring behind Judas Lasher and striking him over the shoulder with a wrench. A quick cut jumps to the, soon after, moment where Grey brought it down on Lasher’s shoulder three more times before Buzzsaw chased him out. When the clip ends, Jim Reynolds is laughing his ass off at the table.

REYNOLDS
“That shit was great! And now he has to face Tyler Grey, at Invasion, in a title unification match! This is gonna be awesome, Nicky! The Dominion are getting weak!”

HANSON
“Oh, I doubt that, for sure, Jim. They’re growing stronger ever by the second. Anyway, folks, we’ve got a lot of great matches set for you tonight so let’s just go ahead and---”



Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds are cut off by the sudden interruption of Halestorm’s “I Am The Fire” kicking on throughout the arena. The crowd gives an approving cheer as Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver comes walking out onto the stage. She’s wearing a retro Trail Blazers distressed logo v-neck t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. Her Silver Mountain title is draped, proudly, over her shoulder. She smiles to the fans, waving and using her empty hand to touch hands as she makes her way down towards the ring.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the Silver Mountain Champion! The leader of the Raindrops! SHELLEEEEEEEY SIIIIIIILVEEEEEEER!!!!”

HANSON
“Well, she did say she was gonna be joining us, Jim!”

REYNOLDS
“Thank god! I bet she’s a lot more entertaining than you are! Quick, hand me a chair!”

As Shelley Silver walks over to the table, Jim Reynolds is seen setting a chair up beside his own. Shelley Silver very casually walks over to the third, empty commentary seat - once occupied by Matt Klazzic - and sits down after propping her Championship belt up for all to see, in front of where she sits. Nick Hanson makes sure to pull the chair out for her and offer her a headset.

HANSON
“Hey there, champ! Welcome!”

SILVER
“Thanks for having me, Nick. Jim.”

REYNOLDS
“Hey Shelley! You can come and sit over next to me if you want. You’d get a better view of the ring!”

SILVER
“I can see everything just fine, right here. Thanks.”

Shelley says with a sly smirk as she gets adjusted. Like hell is she gonna spend two plus hours sitting next to a perverted tool like Jim Reynolds.

HANSON
“So, Shelley, here we are. You initially said you were gonna join us to scout for your next challenger but as we all know, it was announced you’ll be facing Ethan Skinner in a Catch As Catch Can match.”

SILVER
“Absolutely, Nick.”

REYNOLDS
“The fuck is Catch As Catch Can anyway?”

HANSON
“How do you have this job if you don’t know all forms of wrestling? It’s like MMA. Do I have that right, Shelley?”

SILVER
“Sort of. Catch Wrestling focuses more on grappling and controlling your opponent. Something Ethan Skinner and I both have experience in, through Judo and Brazilian Jiujitsu. There’s some striking too and, believe me, you’re gonna see that. But we’re gonna find out who the real badass is in Vancouver.”

HANSON
“Well, we can’t wait. The fans can’t wait. We thank you for joining us, champ. You ready for some front row experience?”

SILVER
“You bet! Let’s get this show going!”

HANSON
“Get ready to scream, folks!”

REYNOLDS
“Fucking dork….”
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The view faded in on an outside view of, what appeared to be, horse stables that were being renovated. As the view zoomed in, a figure made its way outside of the building only to reveal Lluvia Cane with her hair up in a high ponytail. She took a dark purple bandana out of the back pocket of her cut out jean shorts, wiping her forehead with it to get rid of the sweat that was in her face. “Jesus, these stables are taking longer than I was hoping for...glad mom doesn’t mind looking after the horses until I can get them out here.” It was then that Lluvia noticed the one man camera crew and shoved the bandana into her back pocket before stepping forward and waving her arms at the building, “Welcome to the stables of The Kingdom! It’s nearly completed...just some decorative things to finish and a couple of stalls to finish up then my horses will be brought up from Tennessee.” The dark haired woman slowly began to walk around the building, making sure to put on a little show for everyone that had decided to tune in.

As she walked, Lluvia tightened her tied, lavender, paint stained shirt, making sure to keep it secured to keep herself cool while she worked. The momma of two had just made her way to the front of the stables when she blew a few strands of hair from face. “I was lucky enough to have the bones for this stable given to me to fix up for my horses.” Lluvia paused as she glanced at the building behind her then back to the lone camera guy. “I’ve had help off and on from the ladies of The Kingdom, but I’m proud of what’s been done and how far we’ve gotten. Come on inside, I’m just doing some painting and staining inside.” As she made her way back into the stables, she motioned for the camera guy to follow her which resulted in a moment of shaky movement since the area surrounding the building...not where it was sitting but simply around that area.

The view evened out soon enough and the inside of the stables could be seen. Lluvia grabbed a bottle of water that was sitting on top of one of the stables walls. “These stables remind me of my opponent on Collision this week...Heidi.” Lluvia opened her water to drink some of it, not bothering to close it. She swiped a few loose strands of hair out of her face, looking around at the mostly finished stables. “Side by side with contendership and title matches, debuts can be one of the most important matches in someone’s career in a new federation. Much like all of this,” Lluvia motioned around the stables where everything completed and not completed could easily be seen, “it can easily be destroyed when the right person is given the opportunity to do so. Heidi doesn’t know what she’s getting into when she steps in the ring with me...unless you’ve been in the ring with me in the past, videos aren’t enough to get you prepared to face me.”

Lluvia grabbed a hammer that was laying next to her toolbelt, foregoing the nails that were next to it, and made her way down to a mini workshop type area. The dark haired beauty grabbed a scrap piece of wood and put it on the work table that she had set up already, also grabbing a few of the spare nails that she had. “It’s like these nails going into the wood…” She began to awkwardly hammer a couple of the nails in, taking care to get them to go in at angles and look awful. “Their original impact is awkward, not impressive, et cetera. They’re not something you want in the finished product because they’re ugly and ridiculous looking.” Lluvia smirked as she began pulling the messed up nails out of the piece of scrap wood, a little gleam in her eye at the tiny clink noise they each made as they hit the wooden floor of the stables.

It only took a moment before she had all of the nails out of the scrap though she had one nail that she hadn’t used in her demonstration. She placed that in the center of the wood and held it there. “Heidi’s debut will be nothing more than a real life version of those nails...unsightly, awkward, and needing to be taken out. She’ll be turning into those nails, something that no one wants to keep watching. Thankfully there will be one thing that is going to save the match, a perfectly placed nail if you will.” Lluvia raise the hammer, a knowing smirk still gracing her features as she took one last look at the camera before perfectly hammering the last nail into the wood perfectly. “That perfect nail, the saving grace of this match will be me. I would say good luck but that won’t help you when we face off at Collision, Heidi. Hope you have a backup career in mind.”
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The camera cuts to backstage where NFW's newest signee, Heidi, is pacing back and forth in her locker room. She has her ring gear on with a backwards baseball cap on. She stops after a minute and pauses before slowly turning towards the camera.

"New Frontier Wrestling... a new frontier, huh? A new beginning maybe? That is what I need and that is what I came here for. I came here to start over and to once again enter a company, kick some ass and make a name for myself once more. You probably doubt me, everyone does, and I am used to it. I am just some nobody who came outta nowhere but now I am here and I am going to make people notice."

She pulls her hat off, throwing it on top of her bag as she messes up her hair a bit, shaking her head.

"So for those of you who don't know me, my name is Heidi, and I have come to New Frontier to start over and to win some fucking matches. I don't play nice and I don't smile and wave for the fans. I am here to fight and have some fun doing it. I have won championships before and you will see me do it again. This is my time and I will make this my company."

Heidi turns and walks across the room before quickly spinning around, coming at the camera.

"Tonight I will step into that ring for the first time here and I will look Lluvia Cane right in the eye and I will see what she is made of right before I punch her right in the teeth. Then I will proceed to stomp, kick and beat her until she cannot get back up. I may take an ass whoopin' in the process but I welcome that too. I am here for a fight and I am here to win. I hope Lluvia doesn't disappoint me on that first part though. I haven't been in the ring in awhile and I have a lot of pent up aggression to let out.... Enough talk though, it's fight time. Let's do this New Frontier."

She turns again, this time slapping her hand hard against the wall as she storms out of the locker room, heading towards the ring with a purpose. It was time to make her debut and she wanted to make a first impression people would remember.
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[MATCH #1. Singles Match - Heidi v. Lluvia Cane]

The lights go down and "Dear Enemy" by Night Club starts to play as purple and blue lights start to strobe. Smoke fills up the entrance before a white spot shines down where Heidi is suddenly standing with her back to the ring. She looks over her shoulder with a smirk before spinning around and walking down towards the ring.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Making her NFW debut! From Helena, Montana! Please welcome, the Firecracker...HEEEEEEIIIIIIIDIIIIIIIII!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I'm digging the bad girl look, definitely!"

HANSON
"Of course you would."

SILVER
"She does have some nice ink. And, for once, I think I might agree with Jim on something."

HANSON
"Huh...welp!!"

Heidi stares straight down the at the ring focused before running the last bit and sliding into the ring on her stomach. She lays for a second before jumping up to her feet and holding her arms up in the middle of the ring. Heidi then goes to the corner, crouching down and waiting for the start of the match.



"Lucifer's Angel" by The Rasmus hits and Lluvia comes out to the stage in her gear. She does a little shimmy then seductively sways her hips as she does a slow 360, showing off her body as she does so.

ARDEN
"Her opponent!! Also making her NFW debut!! From Laredo, Texas, representing The Kingdom! Please welcome, The Cherokee Princess!! LLUVIAAAAAAAAAA CAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Welp! I'm ha--"

HANSON
"Doooooon't even say it, Jim!"

SILVER
"Can't blame him, really."

HANSON
"Wait, what?!"

A quick cut to the commentary table shows Shelley kicked back, relaxed in her seat. She shrugs her hands up at Nick Hanson.

Lluvia then heads down to the ring and slides in under the 3rd rope, doing another little sashay once she stands up. She holds a smirk on her face as she waits for things to get going.

~DING DING DING~

Heidi and Lluvia are in the ring as the bell sounds and the two women start to circle around each other before locking up. Lluvia though uses her strength and weight advantage to simply push Heidi off causing her to fall onto the mat. Lluvia tries to follow up with a kick, but Heidi uses her quickness to roll out of the way before jumping up to her feet and delivering a forearm smash to the side of Lluvia’s face that causes her to stumble back. Heidi grabs Lluvia by the wrist and sends her into the ropes. Lluvia comes off the ropes and as she does, Heidi drops down and takes Lluvia over with a textbook back drop. Heidi quickly follows up with a running senton before going for a very quick cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Heidi then picks Lluvia up and looks to send her into the corner, but Lluvia counters and sends Heidi back first into the turnbuckles instead. Lluvia charges in after her and delivers a massive corner clothesline that causes Heidi to slump down into the corner. Lluvia then backs up to the corner to their right and gets a running start, delivering a kick that connects to the side of her opponent’s face. Lluvia then pulls Heidi out of the corner and climbs to the top rope. As she goes to steady herself, Heidi gets to her feet and jumps up to the middle rope and connects with a right hand that staggers Lluvia for a moment. Heidi grabs her opponent, and looks for a superplex, but Lluvia grabs onto the bottom rope to stop the move before delivering a headbutt that almost causes Heidi to fall, but she still holds on. Lluvia again delivers a headbutt and this time, Heidi falls off the second turnbuckle and hits the mat. Lluvia then steadies herself this time and she launches herself, delivering a diving headbutt and going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Lluvia picks Heidi up off the mat and delivers a massive Alabama Slam before following it up with a jumping elbow drop. She goes for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Lluvia looks down at Heidi and mouths that she needs to just stay down before strutting around the ring much to the disdain of the crowd who lets her know how they feel about her showboating. As she’s doing this, it gives Heidi time to regain her senses and get back up to her feet. As Lluvia turns around, Heidi is there to meet her with a slingblade before standing up and getting herself fired up as Lluvia makes it up to her feet only to be dropped with a beautiful standing dropkick.

HANSON
"Watch out, ladies and gentlemen! Jim and Shelley! The Firecracker has been set off!"

SHELLEY
"You can say that again!"

REYNOLDS
"Don't tell him that because he will, goddamn it."

HANSON
"I will not!"

........

HANSON
"But the Firecracker has been lit off!"

REYNOLDS
"GODDAMN IT, NICKY!!!"

Shelley Silver can be heard laughing. Lluvia hits the mat and rolls to the outside to try and catch a break, but that doesn’t last very long as Heidi comes flying through the ropes and taking Lluvia out with a suicide dive. Heidi stands up as the crowd cheers for her before she delivers the Kill Star on the floor and picking Lluvia up and sliding her into the ring. Heidi yells out that the match is over and as she gets into the ring, she picks Lluvia up and hooks the arms looking to hit Banishment! Just before she went for the lift, however, Lluvia managed to break free, knocking Heidi back with a forearm, followed by a stiff kick across the face!!

HANSON
“ANGELIC REBELLION!!!!!”

SILVER
“OUCH!!!”

REYNOLDS
“What’s she doing now?!”

As Heidi fell to the mat, Lluvia hastily moved up to the top turnbuckle and quickly gave the signal before coming off of the top and delivering Your Horizon, hooking the leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

“Lucifer’s Angel” filled the arena again as Lluvia stood up and had her hand raised by the referee, smirking again to the camera as she received a mixed reaction from the audience. Mostly boos for her association with The Kingdom. She laughed it off, exiting the ring and strutting confidently back up the walkway, ignoring the hate.

Winner: Lluvia Cane
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:11
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[MATCH #2. Tag Team Match - The Frightners v. Ultra-Violence]

The arena immediately fills with boos as Calavera Conspiracy's "Ultra-Violent" tears through the sound system and the arena darkens. The lights begin to flicker violently with white strobes as Doomsday and Belphegor - collectively known as Ultra-Violence - storm through the curtain and immediately begin making their way down the ramp, towards the ring.

ARDEN
"The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!! Making their way to the ring!! At a combined weight of six hundred and seventy eight pounds!! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! They are...DOOMSDAY...AND...BELPHEGOR!! ULTRAAAAAAAAA-VIOLEEEEEEEEENCE!!!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Alright, so! Shelley's here with you, Nicky. That means you don't need me here! Later!"

HANSON
"Steve said if you walk out of another broadcast, you forefeit a month's pay."

REYNOLDS
"Wait, WHAT?!"

HANSON
"Sure did!"

Doomsday and Belphegor reach the ring, practically taking it over as they storm through the ropes, causing the referee and even Roger Arden to hastily get out of their way and exit the ring. Belphegor throws his arms up, roaring terrifyingly to the audience. Doomsday pulls his jacket off and angrily flings it down to the ringside floor before pulling on the ropes as their music fades out and is replaced by....



"Spooky Scary Skeletons" comes on over the speakers, as the lights dim down again and flickering images of ghosts and skulls - more cartoonish than scary - sweep over the ring and arena floor. The crowd actually gets more into it as The Frighteners come running out onto the stage. They bob and sway to the music, throwing up their hands to 'BOO' at the crowd before beginning their approach to the ring.

ARDEN
"Their opponents! Making their professional debut! At a combined weight of four hundred and two pounds!! They're Young! They're Spooky!! They - Are - Splatterday and Nightcrawler!! THE FRIGHTNEEEEEEEERS!!!!!"

HANSON
“Aren’t they spooky, Jim?!”

REYNOLDS
“Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten are spooky, Nicky. These two have to be like the family idiots.”

SILVER
“So you’re not scared of these two?”

REYNOLDS
“Hell no!”

SILVER
“Not one bit?”

REYNOLDS
“Again! Hell no!”

HANSON
“I’m sure we’ll see about that.”

The Frighteners each take one side of the walkway as they approach the ring, moving along the crowd in a creeping, sneaky manner. At random points, one of them throws up their hands and lunges at a fan, yelling 'BOO! HA HA!!' The reaction is mixed as some fans jerk back, more so laughing out of enjoyment over it. Others just stare back at them, unphased at all. Reaching the ring, Splatterday hops over the top rope, athletically. Nightcrawler launches himself in a slingshot, flipping and landing on one knee and a foot, throwing his hands up in the 'Boo' pose again. Splatterday poses behind him with his hands in the same motion. They hold the pose for a moment before moving to their corner as their music fades.

~DING DING DING~

The match starts off between Belphegor from Ultra-Violence and Splatterday from The Frighteners. As the larger of The Frighteners circled the mat with the still enormous, by comparison, Belphegor, Splatterday showed he was nimble on his feet and knew how to get around. Splatterday didn't rush into things with his giant opponent. It showed that, despite being relatively new to the game, he knew what he was doing. When things started getting underway, Belphegor lunged in for a grapple, or perhaps just trying to get his hands onto his intended victim but Splatterday juked around him. Belphegor went to turn around and Splatterday dipped around to stay behind him. Belphegor stopped and looked around, shrugging his shoulders up. He walked to the ropes and looked over to see if Splatterday had slipped out of the ring. Splatterday stayed right behind him, turning with the big man to stay at his back. On the apron, Nightcrawler was visibly laughing mischievously while Doomsday watched all of this with a blank, dumbfounded expression in his eyes, under his mask. The hell was this guy doing? Finally, Belphegor went to turn around again and Splatterday stayed right where he was. As soon as the Ultra-Violence member turned, he was looking right down at Splatterday who threw up his hands and shouted up at him.

"BOO!"

Belphegor jerked back, more out of simple surprise than anything but Splatterday was going to take it as having scared the man. Putting a hand on his stomach and pointing at the living giant, Splatterday visibly laughed while his brother, on the apron, slapped the turnbuckle, laughing with him. Fans in the crowd laughed and immediately started a chant.

"YOU GOT SPOOKED!"

"YOU GOT SPOOKED!"

"YOU GOT SPOOKED!"

"YOU GOT SPOOKED!"

Belphegor looked around him at the audience, more annoyed than anything. In a burst of rage, then, he suddenly turned and blasted Splatterday with a right hand, sending him into the corner. Belphegor came in, raining heavy shots down upon him. The crowd boo'ed Belphegor for not being able to have a sense of humor with the situation as he laid into Splatterday. From there, he Irish Whipped the man across the ring, hard into the opposite corner. Belphegor took off in a charge right at the man Splatterday slipped out of the way at the last second, causing Belphegor to crash into the corner. Backing up a bit, Splatterday hit a basement dropkick to the knee of Belphegor as the man turned around. As the big man fell to one knee, Splatterday was up on his feet and ran to the ropes, coming back off with a Big Boot to Belphegor's face (now that he could actually reach his face!) Belphegor wavered on his knee, not yet going down. Splatterday, to the humor of the crowd, scratched the top of his mask. He looked at Nightcrawler on the apron, shrugged, and came off the ropes again, this time hitting a flying knee that hit Belphegor in the head with an audible SMACK, sending him against the ropes.

REYNOLDS
"Friggin OUCH!! You hear that?!"

HANSON
"I did, indeed, Jim! That knee had some power behind it!"

SILVER
"Sounded like a gunshot going off, almost!"

Splatterday turned, deciding to tag his brother in, early on. Nightcrawler hopped over the ropes and raised his hands up beside his head in a 'so scary' pose as he ran in place before dashing across the ring and hit Belphegor with a 619, knocking the big man away from the ropes and back to his feet. As Belphegor stumbled back, Nightcrawler sprung up onto the ropes, coming off and down at the giant but Belphegor managed to land a counter, snatching the smaller of The Frighteners out of the air and swinging him around for a Powerslam to the mat. Belphegor pushed up onto his knees but braced a hand down on Nightcrawler's chest after flattening him.

ONE!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

Belphegor looked down at Nightcrawler with a look that, even under his face paint, said it all. 'Seriously?' He looked over at Doomsday in their corner to see the older and veteran superstar shaking his head before casually sticking his hand out. As Nightcrawler sat up and shook his head to clear the cobwebs, Belphegor tagged Doomsday in and the referee immediately coaxed Belphegor to get out of the ring, knowing Ultra-Violence's methods. Doomsday walked up to Nightcrawler and grabbed him by the face, shoving him back down to the mat hard enough to make the impact be heard. Throwing his hair back, Doomsday adjusted his arm brace before turning back to Nightcrawler, standing at his head. He leaned down to pull the smaller man up and was met with a stiff kick right to the top of his head for his troubles. Doomsday straightened back up as Nightcrawler kipped up to his feet and immediately ran to the ropes as Doomsday came at him. Nightcrawler hopped up and sprang off of the top rope, nailing him with an Enzuigiri across the head. The crowd popped for the young (and spooooooky) up and comers in NFW as Nightcrawler put his striking and speed to work to continue taking it to Doomsday.

HANSON
"AND TAKE A LOOK AT NIGHTCRAWLER, FOLKS!! HE AND HIS BROTHER BOTH! THE FRIGHTENERS AREN'T, AT ALL, FRIGHTENED BY ULTRA-VIOLENCE!"

REYNOLDS
"THEY'RE EITHER REALLY BRAVE OR REALLY STUPID!! I'M TERRIFIED BY THESE GUYS!"

SILVER
"I thought you said you weren’t scared of them?"

HANSON
"They are quite...spooky...aren't they Jim?"

REYNOLDS
"I don't mean The Frighteners. I’m talking bout Ultra-Violence!!"

SILVER
"I won't call them 'spooky' but these boys are definitely fun to watch. They're doing pretty good, given who they're up against."

Fast strikes and evasive maneuvers kept Doomsday on his toes until Nightcrawler was springboarding off of the ropes again and Doomsday snatched him out of the air by the throat and delivered a devastating chokeslam. He came down for another pin attempt.

ONE!!

TWO!!

But Splatterday was in the ring, running up with a boot to the back of Doomsday's head to break up the pin. Doomsday straightened up onto his knees and Splatterday went for a Superkick but Doomsday caught it, grabbing the man then and delivering a leg trapped belly to belly overhead suplex. Splatterday rolled up to his feet, clearly taken aback by the sudden turn of things for he and his brother. Doomsday, forgetting Nightcrawler, for now, moved in angrily on Splatterday and started raining blows down on him next. Grabbing him by the arm, he whipped him out, pulling him back in for a short arm clothesline but Splatterday slipped underneath the arm and got behind Doomsday again where he seized the big man round his waist and hit a slightly slower Snap German. Doomsday crashed to the mat and the fans jumped out of their seats going wild as Splatterday displayed a sense of strength that - while he wasn't exactly tiny - he still looked too small to have the necessary strength needed to fling back three hundred and twenty five pounds the way he did.

HANSON
"CHECK OUT THE POWER OF SPLATTERDAY!!"

REYNOLDS
"You sure that isn't Nightcrawler, Nicky?"

SILVER
"As a commentator, Jim, you need to study up more on the talent."

REYNOLDS
"Did you just tell me how to do my job? And how sure are you guys anyway?"

HANSON
"Positive, Jim. Nightcrawler's the little one and HERE HE COMES!!!"

Speaking of Nightcrawler, the smaller of the brothers was back to his feet, coming off of the ropes into a Springboard Phoenix Splash before he went for the cover as Splatterday stood back.

SILVER
"Now we're getting somewhere!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

Doomsday launched Nightcrawler up off of him and right into his brother. Again, Splatterday displayed surprising strength as he managed to catch his brother in a crossbody hold and set him on his feet. Nightcrawler and Splatterday nodded a 'thanks' and 'you're welcome' before fist bumping. Nightcrawler continued on Doomsday with a sequence of stiff strikes from his kicks and elbows. Once he had Doomsday rocked, he Irish Whipped him into the ropes. Nightcrawler didn't see the blind tag from Belphegor, however and as he halted Doomsday's charge with a dropkick to the knees, Belphegor was getting back in the ring and running up with a double axe handle as Nightcrawler got back to his feet.

HANSON
"OH AND BELPHEGOR CATCHES NIGHTCRAWLER FROM BEHIND!!"

REYNOLDS
"Should have had better ring awareness!!"

SILVER
"Rookie mistake and his team might end up paying for it."

As Belphegor began beating down on Nightcrawler, Splatterday hopped into the ring, moving in for the save. From the side, however, Doomsday had gotten back to his feet and came out of the corner, drilling the high flyer right in the ribs with a brutal SPEAR!!!

SILVER
"HOLY SHIT!!"

HANSON
"SPEAR!!!! SPEAR FROM DOOMSDAY!!!!! BUT HE'S NOT THE LEGAL MAN!!! NEITHER IS SPLATTERDAY!!"

REYNOLDS
"NO, BUT IT GETS HIM OUT OF THE WAY, THOUGH!!!"

It did the job, certainly, as Belphegor dragged Nightcrawler to the center of the ring and lifted him up, planting him down with the Ninth Circle and folding him up, legs over torso for the pinfall.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

As Calavera Conspiracy’s “Ultra-Violent”erupted throughout the arena again, Belphegor got to his feet. Doomsday joined him in the ring, coming to stand next to him. The two looked down at Nightcrawler at their feet. Doomsday looked back over at Splatterday, turning and beginning to exchange words with Belphegor. It looked like they were discussing something before Doomsday suddenly saw something on the ramp and got Belphegor’s attention. By the time Belphegor turned, Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic of Turn-It-Up Express were rushing down to the ring and sliding in to clash with Ultra-Violence for another of the two team’s violent brawls. Notably, Rick Dickulous wore only jeans and boots while his ribs were visibly taped and he wore a neckbrace. However, he was also armed with a steel chair which he began swinging savagely at both members of Ultra-Violence. Meanwhile, Matt Klazzic took an opening and began throwing fists back and forth with Belphegor. Rick Dickulous, during this, attacked Doomsday with the chair, over and over, wrapping it across his head until he fell out of the ring, through the ropes. He followed him out, angrily ripping off his own neckbrace before continuing his chair attack.

HANSON
“RICK DICKULOUS JUST RIPPED THAT NECKBRACE OFF OF HIS OWN NECK!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“HE’S AN IDIOT!!!”

HANSON
“WHEN ARE THESE FOUR GONNA STOP THIS?!”

SILVER
“SET A DATE! THEY’RE GONNA NEED IT!”

What seemed like a routine occurrence, by now, security and referees flooded the ring to try and pull the four apart. They didn’t quite get there in time, however, before Rick Dickulous had Doomsday up on his shoulders and delivered the Misery Whip right through the Spanish announce table before throwing his hands up and roaring defiantly.

“OHHHH FUCK YAAAAH BUUUUDDD!!!”

“TURN IT UP!”

“TURN IT UP!”

“TURN IT UP!”

“TURN IT UP!”

As Rick started heading back to get into the ring again, however, he was swarmed by security as more filled the ring to pull Belphegor and Matt Klazzic apart. Once they had them apart, Rick broke out of the hold of the security restraining him and called up into the ring at Matt to ‘let’s go, guy!’ Matt Klazzic got out of the ring and joined Rick, but not without noticing what had happened to Doomsday. “Rick! What’d you do, pal?!”

“Payback’s a fuckin’ bitch, eh?” Rick could be heard saying on camera before he slapped Matt in the back and lead the way back up the ramp. Meanwhile, the shot focused on Belphegor coming to assist Doomsday as the shot faded out.

Winners: Ultra-Violence
Result: Pinfall
Time: 13:12
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The camera moves to a backstage locker room where The Unwanted's banner hangs across the wall. In front of it, stands Laurie Denzler with a microphone next to Adrianna Salvatore. Salvatore stands, dressed in her ring gear, complete with her vest and her hood up. It shrouds the top half of her face so that all we see is the stoic scowl on her lips. Somewhere in the background, we hear a faint screaming coming from a television. Laurie makes an almost comical 'what the hell?' face as she slightly glances in the direction of the noise before focusing on Adrianna Salvatore.

"Hello everyone. Please welcome, my guest at this time, Adrianna Salvatore. Adrianna, how are you feeling, tonight?" Laurie asks, holding out the mic.

"Still breathing. That's always a plus." Adrianna says stoically, clearly in her zone as she punches her taped fist into her untaped hand.

"I see. Well, we're always glad for that." Laurie shoots a look to the camera - gloomy much? - then back to Adrianna. "First thing's first, let's talk about tonight. You look ready for your match against the debuting Cherry Addams. The daughter of...Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten...." Laurie looks passed the camera, directly to the camera man as if to ask 'how the hell does that even work?' The camera moves up and down as if the camera man's shrugging. Adrianna doesn't seem the least bit concerned by it as she stands, patiently, waiting for the interview to continue. Laurie turns back to her. "Anyway! So, Cherry Addams has certainly been making some waves on twitter as well as in other promotions but she's now been signed here with New Frontier Wrestling. She called you out specifically? Why is that?"

Adrianna shrugs her shoulders, moving on to checking her elbow pad, adjusting it properly. "She said she wanted a real fight for her debut. She picked the right person to give her one. She's got a good attitude, but I hope she can throw down as well as she talks." Adrianna pauses, looking up a little so we can see her face under the hood and gives a dismissive shake of her head. "No disrespect to her, or anything. Just telling it how it is."

"Of course. Now, Adrianna, in taking this match, you called yourself the Gatekeeper for NFW's women's division. Is that a title you wear with pride?" Laurie asks, looking intrigued at the concept.

Adrianna shrugs her shoulders again, hiding her face under her hood once more. "E 'quello che e'." Adrianna remarks in Italian. "We're taking on a lot more new signees, lately. That means more competition. More friends. More enemies. As a former Women's Champion - longest reigning - who better than to stand at the front of the line and see if these new girls have what it takes?" Adrianna counts on her fingers. "You've got Cherry and Dona. You've got Aurora Riley." Here, Adrianna pauses and looks passed Laurie in the direction of the TV noise as if the mention of Aurora had relevance to whatever was over there. Adrianna focuses back on Laurie. "You've got a bunch of new faces rolling in. You've got the Kingdom storming in, acting like they own the place. Maybe they will. They just might take over this division. But they're gonna have to earn it and fight for it. So, do I call myself the Gatekeeper with pride? Yeah, I think I do. In fact, I'm letting it be known, now to Savannah Hayes. We get a new girl who signs her name on a piece of paper? I want her first. Little Lara might have my belt - yeah, I said it, my belt - but I'm the toughest, the meanest, the baddest bitch in this company's women's division and I've proven it time and time again. So if anyone wants to step into our house and kick their feet up? I'll be the one to open the door and let your ass in."

Laurie goes wide eyed and turns towards the camera, doing that dramatic lean as if to say 'hear that, everybody? Ladies?' She can't help a small chuckle as she turns back to Adrianna. "Who-hoa! I like it! However, that brings me to my next topic. In two weeks, now, you meet Women's Champion Lara Blackheart, as well as Sativa Nevaeh at Invasion in a triple threat match for that very title that you lost. Now, obviously, if you win and you reclaim that title, then you have to realize...any new woman wrestler that steps into NFW and takes you on in their debut...if they beat you, that automatically earns them the right to challenge for the title. I assume that's a challenge you're willing to take on?"

Adrianna shakes her head, dismissively. "I'm not worried about that factor, trust me. I've got some business to take care of at Invasion. I've got a spoiled, little pain in the ass to knock off of her high horse. I've also got a new face to welcome to the New Frontier and at this rate, she's not the last. So if you'll excuse me." Adrianna starts to turn away from the camera before something suddenly seems to come to mind.

"Oh, yeah." She turns back and lifts her head, watching the lens from under the shadow of her hood. "Speaking of.... Jasmine Matthews. Like I said, I respect you for how you see things. I respect your own legacy. Yeah, I did some digging. I watched some of your history in the business. I respect you and - shit - I damn near even like you! But let me make one thing clear. Last week? I didn't fucking escape shit. That's something you can't seem to get your mind off of. I escaped. I ran. No, sweetheart. I was about to plant your ass into the mat before Lara and her droogs that are Futura, TyAnna and Eavan decided to jump me and kill the spectacle you and I had going on. So how about this: June 18th, in Alberta. I'll see you again. Sex & Violence? You stick your fucking nose in again? The Fanged Rose and the Queen of Anarchy will bury your fucking asses into the goddamn depths and then continue your match. I'm asking that be a stipulation from Ms. Hayes. Do not end the match on a DQ or a No Contest if they interfere. I live by a lot of old adages, Matthews. My favorite one? The enemy of my enemy. You came here looking to conquer. We all did. You came here looking for a fight. I'll give you one. But until you give me a damn good reason - a personal reason - I am not your enemy. Clearly, the new Women's TV champion is your enemy. Her friends are my enemies. So keep that in mind and get back to me. June 18th. Alberta, Canada. You and me. One on one. RSVP."

She looks to Laurie then and nods towards the door. "We're done here. Scram." Laurie nods silently, and dips out of the frame. The camera stays with Adrianna as she turns to the bench and picks up her bottle of water and sips at it. Setting it down, the moves and the camera follows her over to the source of the terrifying sounds from the TV. Angel Kusnagi is sitting at a table with popcorn and a can of Arizona Mucho Mango with a straw stuck in it. It's not a TV, we see but in fact a laptop. We don't get a good look at what's going on on the screen but we see a lot of 'red.' Angel chews on her popcorn, watching with an adorable wide eyed look, like a child watching something magical happen. Adrianna places a hand on her head and gives her a little shake as she sits down next to her. "What are you doing, sweet girl?" She looks at the screen and her face twists in confusion. "Faces of Death? Where the fuck did you find this?"

"Mmh!" Angel swallows her popcorn and reaches for her can of juice. "Deep web. Gokuhi no tawa go to. You like?" She sips cutely from her can. From the laptop we hear a chainsaw rev up and guttural screaming. Adrianna raises an eyebrow. Angel goes wide eyed and brings the straw out of her mouth. She stomps one foot and laughs hysterically, pointing with the drink in her hand. "Nu no kao omi ro!" Adrianna looks at Angel as if she's absolutely insane. Then again...it's their little Bonkers. Of course she's insane.

"Listen, Angel." Adrianna says, going serious a minute. She reaches over and taps the space bar, pausing her video. This draws Angel's attention in a manner that has her looking at Adrianna with an almost offended look. Like 'bitch, you didn't just...!' Adrianna stares hard back at Angel. "Don't even look at me like that. Now listen, Bonkers." Adrianna pulls out her phone from her vest pocket and does some tapping and swiping. She raises it up so Angel can see the screen. "What the hell is this? What did you sign up for?"

Rather than look concerned or try to assure her friend everything's okay. Angel's interest perks again as she points to the phone. "Ah!" She pauses for a sip of mango juice. "More work. More money. I need. This wirru herrup."

Adrianna looks at the phone again and up at Angel. "Bonkers, this looks like a goddamn mug shot! Are you sure about this? I've heard about this place."

Angel rolls her eyes and sets her snack and drink down on the table. She turns to Adrianna and boops her nose, giving a small smile. "Adri-chan. Is okay. Yes? Shi ha ka oshite iruke chitte imasu. You trust."

Adrianna sighs and drops her head, shaking it. "Alright, alright. If you say so. But if this goes South, your contract there can get fucked. Me and the others will kick the door in and get you out. I mean it! Now, I gotta go. You see Mia, tell her we gotta talk later. Invasion shit." She pulls Angel in by the back of the head to press their foreheads together in an almost sisterly manner before lightly nudging her jaw with her fist. Adrianna gets up and walks out of the locker room. Angel turns back to her laptop and picks up her popcorn again. Frowning, she mashes the space bar to unpause the video. We hear the chainsaw rev again, followed by a woman's scream. Angel kicks her feet excitedly and laughs hysterically as the shot fades out....
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[MATCH #3. Singles Match - Bronwyn Good v. Starlight]
The lights go out in the area, as a voice is heard over the PA System. The lights don’t move as the screen begins to flicker. As the ghost of a person in the past appears on the screen her face still in the shadows but her blonde hair with the pink and blue hightlights begins laughing.

Despair, you come to me, with your poison and your misery
Oh oh death you come to sting with your poison and your misery
Death death death death death
Death surrounds me, singing to me softly
Let the shadow spreads his wings around me
In the night, close your eyes, or it means to come in



As the prelude finishes, a set of red pyros go off on either side of the stage. As a single red spotlight shines on the woman standing in the middle of it. The Opening rifts to Living Dead Girl begins playing over the system, as Starlight steps through the light and motions for the lights to come up. The tron flickers with random lights behind her as she giggles.


ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first! Making her NFW debut! Residing in Aokigahara, Japan!! Please welcome...STAAAAARLIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!”

She begins her walk down to the ring, almost like a skip, as she sees the fans put their hands out. She shakes her head no, as she skips by them. Occasionally getting touched by a fan, She stops at the bottom of the ring. She looks at it curiously, as she turns. She goes over to the stairs, and climbs up as the fans are giving her a mixed reaction. She giggles, then climbs through the ropes backing into her corner, looking up the ramp waiting.



The arena lights go out and “Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-all)” by Type-O Negative starts playing. A white spotlight outlines “Salem’s Forgotten Daughter” Bronwyn Good. She is standing with her back facing the ring and her entrance attire hood up. She holds that pose as the lyrics start.

“She's in love with herself
She likes the dark
On her milk white neck
The Devil's mark
It's all Hallows Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat
I bet she will”

She turns on the spot and starts towards the ring, the spotlight following her the entire way. She climbs the steps and then onto the nearest turnbuckle. Once atop it she squats down and looks out over the crowd. She sticks out her split, serpent modded, tongue.

REYNOLDS
“Well this is fucking nightmare fuel!!”

SILVER
“Hey, that’s Erin’s girlfriend. Be nice, Jim.”

REYNOLDS
“She could do so much better.”

SILVER
“Oh really, now? Do tell.”

REYNOLDS
“I don’t know...date a human?”

HANSON
“Jesus Christ, Jim….”

REYNOLDS
“Yeah, this girl needs him, Nicky.”

“She's got date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft”

She jumps down as the lights slowly rise. She takes off her hood and vest and hands them off as she waits for the match to start.

~DING DING DING~

Starlight and Bronwyn are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two girls look at each other as Starlight just lets out a laugh to a confused, but still focused Bronwyn. Starlight takes this chance to come charging in and Bronwyn moving out of the way and Starlight running into the ropes. Starlight comes off the ropes and as she does, Bronwyn is there to meet her with a shotgun style dropkick that sends Starlight flying back and hitting the mat. Bronwyn presses her advantage as she delivers a double stomp to the midsection of Starlight. Bronwyn then picks Starlight up and sends her into the corner. She then comes running in for a corner splash on Starlight, but the woman moves out of the way and Bronwyn hits the turnbuckles hard and stumbles out of the corner only to be met with a jumping neckbreaker by Starlight.

HANSON
“OH!!!! BRUTAL NECKBREAKER FROM STARLIGHT!! This match went from zero to sixty real quick!”

SILVER
“Hell yeah, it did!”

REYNOLDS
“...............”

HANSON
“What’s the matter, Jim?”

REYNOLDS
“This place is becoming a freak show! Why do we keep getting these freaky ass talent in here?! Is the Dominion bolstering their numbers so they can mass sacrifice the audience, one day?!”

SILVER
“Jim, you need to fucking chill.”

HANSON
“What she said.”

Starlight then gets into a mounted position where she starts to rain down forearm after forearm trying to break the guard of Bronwyn before standing up and letting out a scream and laughing once again as she circles her opponent. Starlight finally pulls Bronwyn up off the mat and whips her into the ropes. Bronwyn comes off the ropes and as she does, she’s met with a Thesz press by Starlight who once again starts to rain down forearms, this time with some of them actually connecting. Bronwyn though, is able to eventually throw her opponent off and make it up to a knee only for Starlight to connect with a shining wizard and going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Starlight picks Bronwyn back up off the mat and looks to hit a roundhouse kick, but Bronwyn ducks under it and grabs Starlight by the leg and delivers a dragon screw before following up with a senton splash. Bronwyn then slides to the apron and looks at her downed opponent and delivers a springboard 450 splash and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Bronwyn then picks Starlight up and sends her into the corner once again. Bronwyn comes charging in and this time hits the corner splash before snapmaring Starlight out of the corner and climbing to the top and in one fluid motion leaps and delivers a beautiful looking shooting star press. She then picks Starlight up into a seated position and hits the ropes and coming off and delivering the Cauldron Stirrer and going for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Sitting up, frustrated, Bronwyn pulls Starlight to her feet and hits her with a forearm. Starlight reels, and comes right back, checking Bronwyn in the jaw for a forearm herself. Bronwyn staggers back, holding her jaw. She grits her teeth, yelling through them while clenched and hits Starlight again with another forearm. Starlight staggers back into the ropes, rebounds and comes in for a big, discus forearm. As she twists, however, Bronwyn hops up and catches her with a Enzuigiri out of nowhere. This stops Starlight in her tracks and makes her spin around, leaving her wide open. Bronwyn sees it and springs up onto her shoulders, jerking herself back and taking Starlight with her, to deliver Phantasmagoria, dropping Starlight right onto her head. Bronwyn, fuming with frustration, throws herself over her opponent again for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

“Black No. 1” fills the arena again as Bronwyn rolls over onto her front and catches her breath. Starlight lies beside her, blinking up at the lights. As Bronwyn gets to her feet, the referee raises her arm in congratulations on her victory. Starlight rolls out of the ring, then, as the lights dim back down and Bronwyn drops down to all fours, staring at the camera as she beckons it forward. As the camera slowly zooms in, Salem’s Forgotten Daughter taunts the viewers, flickering her forked tongue out with a wicked smile.

Winner: Bronwyn Good
Result: Pinfall
Time: 12:30
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The camera shifts to the backstage area where we see Paul Heyman leading Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr. to the ring. Suzuki, with his towel over his head, obscuring his face from the camera and Sabre walking to the ring with a confident look on his face. The trio stop and Heyman tilts his head up as he closes his eyes as Sabre looks to his side and rolls his eyes.


"I was wondering when you would show up," Heyman says bluntly as the camera pans to their left and the scattered laughter can be heard as we see it's Josh Davidson standing to their side with a mic in his hand.


"Paul Heyman, last week an open challenge was issued by Zack Sabre Jr. and Minoru Suzuki, which was answered in short order. And now, tonight...," Davidson starts before trailing off as he sees Suzuki menacingly glaring at him under his towel as Heyman continues to look up with his eyes closed. Heyman calmly reaches out with his hand for a moment, before Davidson hands over the mic. Heyman then dismisses Davidson who scampers off-camera before lowering his head and holding the camera to his face and opening his eyes.


"Ladies and gentlemen. My name...is Paul Heyman. And I represent the interests of the leader of Suzuki-gun, and by extension the interests of Suzuki-gun as a whole, Minoru Suzuki and his partner, Zack Sabre, Jr. Now, tonight, these two gentlemen step into the ring with the McKeesport Mafia. Gentlemen, there is no doubt on what you two have done for this sport. In fact, I would like to commend you two for being the first to answer the challenge of these two men standing with me at this time. You two won't be the last, of course, but you two will be the first to fall. Now I don't need to talk to you like a pair of inexperienced ring boys, but I will anyway. Tonight, you have a golden opportunity to make a strong showing for yourselves. I can't remember the last time you two have been around championship titles, but get a good look at these tag team titles, for this is what the pinnacle of tag team wrestling is all about. This is what the best looks like. And this will be the closest you will EVER get to these tag titles. So gentlemen, be ready to pull out all the stops you think you can muster. Because in the end, it won't matter. Tonight, you step in with an opportunity, but you'll step out and take your place in the back of the line as these two gentlemen will use tonight to build a defining dynasty this tag team division has never seen before and will never see again. BDP? Punisher? You are 'Payne' only in name, because these men here, are the true Kings of Pain of NFW. Let's go," Heyman says sternly as he drops the mic in front of him as the cameraman moves aside as the trio continue down the hall.
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[MATCH #4. Tag Team Match - McKeesport Mafia v. Suzuki-Gun (Minoru Suzuki/Zack Sabre Jr)]
(If the McKeesport Mafia win, they face Suzuki and ZSJ at Invasion for the Tag Team Titles)

As the camera panned over the inside of the Moda Center, the lights dimmed and turned to a flickering of black and gold as Prophets of Rage's "Unfuck The World" came on through the speakers. The Portland crowd was on their feet during the instrumental build up, finally popping once the lyrics started--

No Hatred
Fuck Racists
Blank Faces
Time's Changin
One Nation
Unification
The Vibration
Unfuck the World!

--because that was when the curtain flew open and out stepped the McKeesport Mafia. Big Daddy Payne came first, followed by "The Punisher" Andrew Payne, still rocking his retro style gear with the only exception being that his t-shirt was that of their team's newest design "HOUSE PAYNE - No Words - Just Action." Always the more stoic of the two, Andrew Payne waited for BDP to start down the ramp where he followed right along side him, storming to the ring with a purpose in their step.

Poverty hit home like a war zone
Check America's pulse, heard a death tone
Division hitting like a bullet to precision
Kill the dream, kill the vision, now listen
What the fuck are you waiting for?
Stand up and rise like the tide
And move your ass with the quickness
You may live on the hit list
No fear, bare witness

Once the two men reached the ring, Andrew Payne called for a pair of microphones from the timekeeper, turning and tossing one to BDP as the music faded out, giving way to the deafening chant of the crowd.

"HOUSE OF PAYNE!"

"HOUSE OF PAYNE!"

"HOUSE OF PAYNE!"

"HOUSE OF PAYNE!"

Fans almost saw one of those rare smirks on Andrew's face as he turned to his blood brother and pointed up with his other hand as if to say 'listen to this.' He lowered his hand, slowly pacing around the ring. As usual, he wasn't ever gonna be the one with enough charisma to speak first.

BDP looked at Andy for a moment, as if curious as to whether or not he would speak first this time. Hm. Clearly not. Wearing black vinyl pants, a sleeveless Thanos tee, and his long black jacket with the HoP emblem emblazoned on the back, he patted his friend on the back with a chuckle as he stepped forward to speak.

"Suzuki-gun. Again. Motherfucking Suzuki-gun. Does the HoP get to even wrestle anyone else anymore? Every. Fucking. Week it seems like Shelty B and his pals get some combo of them. It's time to end this shit. They wanna stick around here? Whatever. But God damn, Brody... let these jackoffs fight someone else after this! Seriously. I'm done with these clowns."

"Easy D." Andy remarked, raising his mic and clasping his brother on the shoulder. "This is getting redundant, yeah. But when Zack, last week, grew some balls and laid it out on the line, I'm the one who went to Brody and signed us up." He turned directly towards the camera. "See, Suzuki-gun, you've got something in your possession that really doesn't mean shit to you. Something that you're only holding onto so you can keep it from the people who actually give a damn about this company. The tag teams that signed under New Frontier Wrestling to make a name for themselves and be recognized. When we beat you tonight, we earn the right to reclaim our territory. After tonight, NFW rolls into Vancouver and the McKeesport Mafia, is gonna cut down your 'army.' We lost those NFW Tag Team titles you two are holding onto, against two sorry pieces of shit who won those belts in a fluke victory. I'll bet on my dead family member's grave, that Ryan Steele and Sabastian Young, couldn't beat D and I if we were blindfolded!"

The crowd began to get riled up, feeling Andy's emotion as he scowled around at them but not out of malice for the crowd. Andrew Payne just never smiled. "Oh wait, that's right. Ryan Steele quit last week after he got the shit kicked out of him by people who were tired of listening to his fucking mouth! And next week; Heyman? D and I are tired of listening to your fat ass run your mouth about how dangerous your boys are." Andy pointed to himself with a thumb. "WE...are the goddamn McKeesport Mafia!! WE...are the House...of...fucking...PAYNE! We put more blood...and sweat...and tears...out on this mat...than any of you assholes have combined! So after tonight, we're gonna expect the Tag Titles to be returned just as they were when they left. So shine the plates up real nice. Put a nice little shimmer on them, because at Invasion, they're coming back to the House they belong at!" He lowered the mic, stepping away from the camera as he turned and slapped BDP in the chest to wrap them up.

"We came back to NFW mostly to have some fun before we retire." BDP admitted, scowling intently into the camera. "But some of you assholes had to go and make it personal. We've seen our friends, our family, even our kids targeted by this point. You sons of bitches wanna make this personal? Congrats. It's about to get more personal than ANY of you can handle. The House of Payne is open for business, and tonight? We make an example of Heyman's punks."



Without any time wasted, the war drums of Yonosuke Kitamura’s “Ichiban” began booming throughout the arena as the Suzuki-gun logo appeared on the tron wall.

“Suzuki nation….
We kill you….”

As the guitar riff kicked in, Paul Heyman stepped through the curtain with TAKA Michinoku, spreading out the Suzuki-gun flag. Behind those two, came Zack Sabre Jr, popping the collar to his jacket, and Minoru Suzuki, silently and calmly walking out onto the stage. ZSJ wears his Tag Title belt around his waist while Minoru holds his leisurely at his side and scowls around at the audience.

ARDEN
“Their opponents, representing Suzuki-gun!! Being lead to the ring by Paul Heyman and TAKA Michinoku!! They are the NFW Tag Team Champions!! Zack Sabre Junior!! AND...The King...MINORUUUUUU SUZUUUUUUKIIIIIIII!!!”

As “Ichiban” continues to play, the two briskly walk towards the ring. ZSJ with his chin up at the crowd, strutting his way down the walkway, while Suzuki moves with a sense of purpose and business in front of him until he gets to the ring. He circles around, casually to the side of the ring with the announce table where he suddenly kicks the table, sliding it across the floor and causing Jim Reynolds to jump out of his seat and over the fan barricade.

HANSON
“Whoa!!! Hey!! C’mon!!! Knock it off!!”

“Dou su ru tsu morida?!” Suzuki taunts in Japanese as he bows up to the table, scowling down at Nick Hanson. He briefly looks at Shelley Silver before grabbing Nick’s bottle of water and throws it in his face. As he storms off, he slaps Jim Reynolds’ water bottle off of the table and climbs the apron, getting into the ring.

Zack Sabre Junior comes around, smirking at Nick Hanson. “Little wet there, mate?!”

HANSON
“Yeah, stay classy you two! Assholes.”

SILVER
“You alright, Nick?”

HANSON
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thanks…”

REYNOLDS
“What about me?!”

HANSON
“You bailed like you always do! Wimp!”

Nick Hanson huffs in defeat as he dries his face off and pulls his soaked tie off.

Minoru and ZSJ both get into the ring, handing off their title belts while taunting the referee before removing their entrance gear and moving to their corners.

~DING DING DING~

Things started out between Big Daddy Payne and Zack Sabre Jr as the two circled the mat, watching one another. Both men knew what the other was capable of and how dangerous they were, so neither was really willing to go rushing into the fray. Leaning forward and low, ZSJ beckoned BDP on before straightening up and offering his hand up high. Carefully and tentatively, BDP reached up and grasped it, staying sharp on his toes because he knew what ZSJ was capable of. In fact, as ZSJ offered his other hand down low and BDP started reaching for it, the veteran from Pittsburgh suddenly lunged in and struck ZSJ with a foot to his midsection, breaking the hold and began laying into him with toe kicks and hard rights. He wasn't about to play a game of grappling with a young, prodigy like Zack Sabre Jr. He certainly didn't have a problem throwing hands (and boots) to him, though.

HANSON
"AWWWW YEAH AND HERE WE GO FOLKS!!! McKeesport Mafia looking to earn a shot at tag team gold at Invasion!! They just gotta beat Sabre and Suzuki right here!"

REYNOLDS
"Looking pretty good, coming out the gate, Nicky!"

SILVER
"Veterans of the sport; you shouldn't expect less out of them. Age doesn't mean shit if you still have the drive to go for it."

BDP laid into ZSJ with stiff body shots and hard knees to the man's ribs, intent on wearing down his lanky figure. Next, he Irish Whipped ZSJ into the opposite corner and came running in with a big corner clothesline. ZSJ reeled and BDP dashed across the ring again, pushing off of the middle turnbuckle with one boot and ran in for a second clothesline. ZSJ was, once again, flattened into the corner. BDP leaned ZSJ back into the corner before running back across the ring again, intent on a third, big, crushing blow. This time, however, as he ran in for it, he took a little too much time setting up and ZSJ hopped over the ropes onto the apron. BDP slammed chest first into the turnbuckle and ZSJ popped up for a kick to the head -- no -- the face, sending BDP back while bringing a palm to his nose. ZSJ got right back into the ring and went for an arm, beginning to twist and maneuver it with wrist locks and armbars. BDP maintained control, however, mostly as he reminded the world he wasn't just a nasty brawler. He actually knew how to wrestle as he countered back against ZSJ's attempts to work on his arm. In the end, BDP went for a shortarm clothesline which ZSJ countered by slipping under and going for a Crucifix Takedown. BDP simply threw himself back into a Samoan Drop, slamming ZSJ to the mat again. He got up and immediately ran a few steps up and hit a Senton on the man before getting up and deciding to tag is tag team partner and long time friend, Andrew Payne, in.

"School this fucking kid, brother!"

HANSON
"Big Daddy Payne, folks; gonna let his partner in to do some work on one half of the Tag Team Champions."

REYNOLDS
"Talk about fired up and ready to go!"

SILVER
"These guys have been fighters since before I first laced up the boots. They're not gonna let Minoru and Sabre take them down without a full-on war.”

BDP exited the ring and Andrew Payne took his place as he moved in on ZSJ and, ironically enough, began working an arm, twisting it around with more wrist locks and arm drags. Andrew Payne figured, obviously, if they could weaken ZSJ's arms down, he couldn't apply some of his deadlier submission moves. ZSJ knew a weakness of Andy's, as well, however and when he found an opening, he went for it as The Punisher went for a big boot to ZSJ's chest while he was on his knees. ZSJ managed to catch the leg and get to his feet before Payne shoved him back. ZSJ came back in, throwing one of his own legs up at Payne's head, feinting a roundhouse kick only to come down and hit him with a leg sweep right in the back of the knee. Andrew dropped and ZSJ immediately went to a Spinning Toe Hold to do some damage and Andrew began to feel it as it showed on his face. The big man still crawled towards the ropes though but ZSJ held his position, trying to keep Payne as far away from the ropes as possible.

REYNOLDS
"Well, the momentum had to slow down, at some point, Nicky! And that kneebrace on Andrew Payne is practically a target to both of the Tag Team Champions!"

HANSON
"Absolutely, Jim. You're not wrong there! Look at Payne crawling for the ropes!”

SILVER
“Dragging Sabre, with him! C’mon big guy, you got this!”

Payne was the bigger and stronger of the two competitors in the ring, however, and as much as it hurt and as difficult as it was, he managed to pull himself to the ropes. After a count of 4, ZSJ released Payne's leg and let the man get to his feet. The two men exchanged some strikes which ZSJ did his best to brace for and catch less of the brunt from before Payne ran off the ropes, going for another Big Boot. This time, however, ZSJ caught him in a drop toe hold, immediately going into an Ankle Lock. Here, ZSJ realized how close he was to his own corner and managed to drag Andrew Payne closer over to it while he reached out and tagged in his partner. Minoru Suzuki, sneering as always, stepped into the ring and immediately began laying boots to the leg that ZSJ had in the Ankle Lock. As ZSJ made his way out of the ring, Minoru Suzuki took right over, working over Andrew Payne's leg; laying kicks to the back of the knee and applying a kneebar that had the man grimacing in absolute agony but refusing to give his opponent the satisfaction of hearing him scream out in pain. Suzuki continued working Andrew's knee over until he managed to kick himself free, literally booting Suzuki with his other foot until he got the man off of him until Suzuki let go. Andrew quickly scrambled, through the pain to get his feet out of Suzuki's reach but Suzuki still managed to grab a hold of him and pulled the man to his feet. He spun him around, going for the Sleeper Hold but Andrew, surprisingly, despite the pain he was in, got his hands up to block Suzuki's from going around his neck, before reaching back, grabbing his head and hitting him with the Art of Ruin!!!

HANSON
"ART OF RUIN!!!!! ART OF RUIN!!!!!! ART OF RUIN!!!!"

Minoru Suzuki hit the mat and Andrew Payne fell over onto his side, taking a moment to nurse his knee that both of his and BDP's opponents had been chipping away at. The crowd stood, going wild on their feet while BDP slapped the turnbuckle, reaching out for a tag and yelling to his blood brother. Andrew rolled over, however, and crawled over to cover Suzuki and hook the leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE--KICKOUT!!!

Suzuki just BARELY got the shoulder up after taking the Art of Ruin so suddenly. The attempted cover, however, snapped him out of his daze and he rolled over, seeing ZSJ point at Payne who was now crawling over towards his corner. Suzuki got up and went right back for that right leg, putting on his own Ankle Lock this time with some more seasoned torque on it. Now Andrew Payne was voicing his agony as he yelled out, reaching for BDP. Minoru Suzuki wrenched back, rocking himself back and forth to tweak the joint and tendons even more. He wrapped his legs around Andrew's and pulled back hard. Roaring in agony, Andrew Payne dragged himself across the mat, taking Suzuki with him. While Suzuki continued to wrench and twist on Andrew Payne's ankle and stretch his knee, the Punisher managed to get his hands and other foot braced on the mat, giving him just enough spring to reach out and throw himself forward as much as he could, given the excess weight of another body attached to his. It was just enough for his fingers to brush BDP's but the ref saw it!!

HANSON
"TAG IN TO BDP!!!"

SILVER
“LET’S GO!!”

REYNOLDS
"HERE COMES BIG DADDY, BITCHES!!!"

BDP rushed into the ring. Suzuki had enough time to release Andrew's leg and sit up just in time to eat a stiff Penalty Kick across the chest. ZSJ hurried into the ring and rushed at BDP. The House of Payne founder shot underneath a high roundhouse attempt, came off the ropes and knocked Sabre to the mat with a shoulder tackle. Back on his feet, Suzuki rushed at BDP only to be caught in a deep Hip Toss that sent him rolling out of the ring. Back on his feet, ZSJ spun BDP around and attempted to catch him in a Guillotine Hold but BDP grabbed him by the trunks and hit him with a Snap Suplex. He held on, however, and spun his legs around, drawing a pop from older fans as he got himself and Zack back to their feet to deliver a second Snap Suplex!!

HANSON
"WE ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"VIVA LA RAZA, BITCHES!!!!!"

SILVER
“Absolute...total...respect.”

"EDDIE!"

"EDDIE!"

"EDDIE!"

"EDDIE!"

Spinning his legs out again, BDP picked ZSJ back up to his feet and delivered the third Suplex, effectively completing the Three Amigos. BDP immediately got to his feet and gave the fans a vintage Latino Heat pose before beating on his chest.

"AIN'T NOBODY FUCKING BETTER THAN ME!!!!!"

BDP continued to be the legal man for the next few minutes, as ZSJ tagged in Minoru Suzuki. The two older of the tag teams continued to brawl it out with absolute malice aimed at one another until Minoru Suzuki went for the Sleeper Hold again but BDP managed to fight out of it with kicks to the legs and elbows to the ribs once he managed to turn himself enough. As the hold weakened, BDP hit Suzuki with a discus elbow that knocked him for a loop. He quickly followed up with a Snap DDT, driving his head into the mat. Still, Suzuki began slowly pushing himself up. Seeing he had to act quickly, BDP ran off of the ropes and delivered a stiff Bukakke Blast!!!!

HANSON
“BUKAKKE BLAST!!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“IN THE FAAAAAAAAAACE!!!”

SILVER
“I see what you did there, Jim.”

BDP threw himself over Suzuki, hooking the leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
“AND THE MCKEESPORT MAFIA ARE GOING - TO - INVASION!!!! They’re gonna challenge those two very same men, for the NFW Tag Team Championship!! And we know they can beat them!!”

SILVER
“Awesome!!! I know LeeAnn and the girls are probably ecstatic backstage!”

REYNOLDS
“This crowd is ecstatic!!”

“Unfuck The World” filled the arena as BDP pulled himself to his feet and Andrew Payne came in to join him. Suzuki and ZSJ grabbed their belts and stormed back to the walkway and up towards the curtain. Notaly, Suzuki angrily swings at any arena staff in the way before he and ZSJ turn towards the ring, yelling and cursing at the new Number 1 Contenders. Andy and BDP both made the title wearing motion before beckoning the champions to come get some more if they wanted. Referees were there to keep Suzuki-gun back, however, as the shot faded out.

Winners: McKeesport Mafia
Result: Pinfall
Time: 24:58
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The camera shifts backstage and the crowd pops as the shot shows none other than Kenny Omega walking through the hallways. He stops at Steven Brody's office door and reaches for the handle. Kenny catches himself, closes his eyes and shakes his head before knocking politely. After a moment, the door opens, revealing the Commissioner himself.

"Kenny; hello." Steven says, offering a handshake which Kenny accepts with a bow of his head. Habit from living in Japan for several years. "Everything alright?"

"Huh? Oh yeah. Yeah. Perfectly fine, just...you got a minute?" Kenny asks, clearly having something on his mind.

"Yeah, absolutely! Come on in." Steven Brody steps aside, letting Kenny Omega step into the office. Steven Brody closes the door behind them, shutting the camera out as we fade to a commercial break.

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Returning from the commercial break, we're back outside of Steven Brody's office. The door opens again and Kenny Omega steps out with Steven Brody holding the door for him. The mood on both men's faces is somber.

"Listen, Kenny." Steven Brody says, pausing with a sigh and a weak shrug of his hands. "You're sure you wanna do this?"

"I've gotta do it." Kenny said, affirmingly. "It's the only way this whole thing between Bullet Club and The Elite is gonna come to an end. Otherwise we're gonna end up tearing this place apart and I don't want that to happen. I don't want it. The boys don't want it."

"And you've talked to them about this?" Steven Brody asks, wanting confirmation.

Kenny nods. "We're all on board. So long as the uhh...other party is in agreement. We'll have this damn Civil War wrapped up before you know it."

Steven Brody stands there, looking torn for a moment. He finally sighs and shakes Kenny Omega's hand. "I'll allow it. You get to be the one to spread the message. I'll draft up the necessary paperwork."

Kenny Omega shakes Steven Brody's hand. "Hey, listen. Thank you. Me and the guys all enjoy working here and we're looking forward to a long future. Until then, day by day." Kenny Omega nods and walks off down the hallway.

Steven Brody runs his hands down his face, exasperated. "Whoo, boy. I swear, this job sucks sometimes." He turns and walks back into his office before we cut away.

Fire and Ice are backstage walking down the hall, laughing and talking away, just generally not having a care in the world. As they turn the corner though, they are met from behind by Nostalgia Ultra who take the duo down. The Women’s Tag Champions then begin to stomp away at Fire and Ice. TyAnna picks Fire up and sends her face first into the wall before Futura picks up Ice and sends her into a production box. The two don’t stop there though; they both pick up the duo of Fire and Ice once again and this time, TyAnna sends Fire into a production box and Futura picks up Ice and a chair. She throws the chair at Ice who catches it and is then met with a superkick that drives the chair into the blonde woman’s face.

REYNOLDS
“BOOM SHAKA-LAKA!!!!”

HANSON
“YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! WHERE THE HELL IS SECURITY?!?!”

SILVER
“Yeah, my money’s on Lara setting this whole thing up!”

TyAnna again picks Fire’s body up and slams her repeatedly face first against the production box, busting the woman open before yelling at Futura to pick Ice up along with the chair. Futura does as she’s told and places the chair in front of Ice’s face before TyAnna charges in and delivers the Crescent Beam to Ice, driving the chair once again into her skull leaving the woman laying.

HANSON
“MY….GOD!!!!”

Futura then picks up the bloodied and beaten Fire and places the chair on the floor before delivering Fade to Pink! The two look down at their handiwork and Futura looks at the chair and places it around the neck of Ice and TyAnna finds a second chair and swings it, smashing it against the chair around Ice’s neck causing the blonde woman to writhe and scream in pain as her partner lays there bloodied and motionless before refs and security are finally able to get to the brawl and back the champions off and the refs begin to check on Ice and yell for paramedics as Fire still hasn’t moved either at this point and the champions give a high five before walking off proud of what they have done.

HANSON
“Somebody get a goddamn ambulance, now!!”

REYNOLDS
“Somebody get the replay of that shit!! HAHAHA!!!”

SILVER
“You’re starting to get on my goddamn nerves, Jim.”

REYNOLDS
“What do you mean? You don’t think that was fu--”

SILVER
“Shut. The Fuck. Up!”

The scene goes silent as the camera shot fades out on Nostalgia Ultra departing down the hallway.
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[MATCH #5. Singles Match - Dona Rotten v. Eavan Maloney © ]

Alice In Chains’ “The One You Know" starts and quickly fades out like music from a jack in the box before Disturbed’s “Immortalized" begins.

“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”

REYNOLDS
“And it looks like our new Women’s TV champ has arrived.”

HANSON
“Eavan Maloney, last week, did what many people never thought would happen, and made “The Crippler” Candi Brodeur tap out.”

Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit and poses with one arm raised, holding her NFW Women’s Television Title.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!! Introducing first!! Being accompanied to the ring by Anton Crowley!! From Ocean City, New Jersey!! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion!!! EAVAAAAAAAAN MALOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!”

“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, Maloney actually skipping in front of Crowley before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to a surprisingly mixed reaction from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.

REYNOLDS
“And this is a surprise, two matches into her NFW career, and she’s getting cheers from our fans.”

HANSON
“She bleeds Sex & Violence, best friends with Lara Blackheart, and yet still not as hated as The Collective I guess..”

“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”

Maloney and Crowley stand in the ring as the tron shows their logo of House Crowley. She places the belt on her shoulder, microphone in hand, pacing around the ring, while Anton stands mid-ring, watching her pace about.

EAVAN MALONEY
“Three weeks ago, when I walked into the lion’s den that is New Frontier Wrestling, I heard the rumbling from the detractors. Oh great, the bipolar shit is going to infest another company. I’m also pretty sure some of the people here who also wrestle over on that Saturday show, walked into their locker room with eye rolls, with hopes that this will only be temporary, hoping more so it was only a one-shot deal. Yeah, no.

When NFW booked me against Aubrey Cassidy on my first match in, I initially thought it was a joke. That somehow Brody and those detractors were in cahoots. Give these trash people the popcorn match, nobody will care. Let them get it out of their system and maybe we can make a few bucks off of them and send them on their way. Well, seems that was the case with Aubrey, no surprise, and yet I was asked to stay. They saw something in me. Somebody that can make them money, somebody who will get the company noticed. I already had beef with the ladies in the Kingdom. Then I got recruited by Lara Blackheart and became the missing piece to Sex & Violence.

Then Brody decides, let’s see what this Demon Warrior truly has in her, and throw her at The Crippler.”

Maloney holds up her Television Title defiantly.

EAVAN MALONEY
“I did what nobody expected me to do, and that was make the Crippler tap. I took that Crossface that fell many an adversary and I held on, no referee. Brodeur could have locked it in all day and I couldn’t have tapped, wouldn’t have tapped really. Then she let go, and that’s what cost her because damned if I wasn’t going to cease that opportunity. And once the Krigare Lock is in, nobody gets out. And I took the NFW Women’s Television championship.

Which brings me to tonight…”

Maloney paces around the ring some more, as the fans start chanting.

DONA ROTTEN - CLAP CLAP - CLAP CLAP CLAP
DONA ROTTEN - CLAP CLAP - CLAP CLAP CLAP

EAVAN MALONEY
“Oh, so you guys have met? Good, wasn’t sure how she’d be received, but here’s where things get a bit… muddy. You see, I like Dona. We’re very similar. She rides a demon, I ride a demon. She can be dark and spooky, I can be dark and spooky. She is the… wait, there’s the biggest difference. She’s NOT the champ, I AM. And I refuse to be a one-week champion. I refuse to be a Candi Brodeur.

This title has been passed around more than a two-bit whore on payday. I was ALMOST going to make a Kingdom joke there, but you know how they’ll get, and then I’ll have to admit to the hypocrisy, so just so EVERYONE knows, the two-bit whore reference was NOT directed to them. This is important. We can’t confuse the two entities. Besides, the group together ain’t worth two bits anyways, so I hope that satisfies them. I’m NOT talking about you.

I’m here to make this championship mean something. I’m here to make this championship worthy of being held. So if I have to fight the best in the industry to raise this title’s prestige, then that’s my job. If I have to fight charity case matches to make this title look attainable, kinda like tonight… so be it. Come on, Dona, let’s play.”



Right on cue, Godsmack’s “Bulletproof” kicks on over the speakers and the Scream Queen appears on stage. Dona Rotten slowly walks toward the ring, her focus squarely in front of her. She tunes out the fans, her mind lingering on the match at hand.


ARDEN
“Her opponent! From PORTLAND, OREGON!!!”

The crowd ERUPTS for their hometown girl!! The camera sweeps across the audience, focusing on the abundance of Dona Rotten signs and t-shirts.

ARDEN
“She is The Scream Queen...DONAAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRROTTEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!!!”


A wry grin creeps across her painted face, as she climbs up onto the apron. Dona steps through the ropes, making her way to midring. The Toxic Knockout finally let's her eyes pan across the ringside area, before spitting a thick green mist skyward. Rotten cackles maniacally, and goes to her corner, to await the matches start.

~DING DING DING~

Dona and Eavan are in the ring as the ref presents the title high for everyone in attendance before handing it over to the time keeper and calling for the bell. The two women keep their eyes locked on each other as they begin to circle around the ring with Eavan saying a few words to Dona who doesn’t seem to show any sort of emotion towards them before the two finally meet in the center of the ring and lock up. Eavan tries to push Dona back towards the ropes, but Dona just plants her feet and barely budges before she just pushes Eavan off and onto her butt. Eavan looks up and quickly hops up to her feet and come charging at Dona who takes her down with a clothesline. Eavan again jumps up to her feet and this time, Dona grabs Eavan by the wrist and pulls her in for a short armed clothesline before picking her opponent back up and whipping her into the corner.


SILVER
“Look at the dominance from Dona Rotten early on!”

HANSON
“No kidding!”

REYNOLDS
“I think we know who the badder freak is.”

HANSON
“Oh, stop it. You know her daughter debuts tonight, right?”

REYNOLDS
“Scary Cherry is not her daughter!”

SILVER
“Crazier things have happened.”

REYNOLDS
“As in?”

SILVER
“Clerance Townsend got a shot at my title, for one.”

HANSON
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

REYNOLDS
“Hey! It’s Clerance FLETCHER Townsend! Get it right! Where is he, anyway?”

SILVER
“Still taking out trash and plunging toilets.”

Dona charges in and delivers a corner splash before allowing the champion to slump down into the corner. Dona backs up to the right side of Eavan and comes charging in delivering a boot right to the side of the face before pulling Eavan out and going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Dona once again picks Eavan up off the mat and as she does, looks for a Saito suplex, but Eavan counters out of the hold and grabs the arm of Dona and rolls through into an armbar. Dona screams out as she starts to scramble towards the ropes. Eavan cranks on the arm and hyperextends it as much as she can before Dona finally gets to the ropes and she’s forced to break the hold at the count of four from the ref.

HANSON
“And Eavan’s gonna have to let go of the arm if she doesn’t wanna be disqualified!”

REYNOLDS
“Should have broken the damn thing then let Dona Rotten kick her teeth down her throat. Win win.”

SILVER
“Jim, does it just suck being you?”

REYNOLDS
“What?”

SILVER
“Nevermind.”

Eavan sees the opportunity and as Dona is holding onto the ropes, she delivers a quick kick to the arm she had just had the armbar applied to as Dona grabs at it and starts to shake it trying to get a little feeling back in it. Eavan though doesn’t let up though as she picks Dona up and delivers a snap suplex before floating over into a mounted position and starts to rain down elbow and forearm strikes with some landing while Dona blocks most. Eavan though stands up and climbs out to the apron and waits for Dona to make it to her feet. As she does, Eavan uses the ropes and delivers a springboard elbow and going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Eavan climbs to the top rope and as she steadies herself, Dona hits into the ropes causing Eavan to lose her balance and crotch herself on the top rope. Dona then climbs up to the second rope and grabs Eavan and this time she delivers an avalanche Saito suplex! Dona though presses her advantage as she picks Eavan back up and puts her on her shoulder. Dona walks over to the corner and as she does, launches the champion and delivers snake eyes as Eavan stumbles about, Dona delivers yet another Saito suplex and this time goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Dona picks Eavan up into a seated position and hits the ropes behind Eavan and hits the Chainsaw Kick before yelling that the match is over and picks the champion back up. Dona gets Eavan into position to deliver the Punk-plex, but as she looks to throw Eavan, she lands on her feet. Dona turns around and she’s caught by Eavan who delivers her signature exploder suplex before picking Dona back up and hitting her with the LA Makeover and going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! Aaaaaaaaand STILL NFW Women’s Television Champion!! “The Demon Warrior” EAVAAAAAAAAAAN MALOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEEY!!!”

“Immortalized” by Disturbed plays on over the speakers as Eavan gets up to her feet. Anton Crowley comes in and intimidatingly retrieves the title belt from the referee before bringing it over to his fiance himself with a kiss. Eavan celebrates, clutching her title as she watches Dona Rotten exit the ring. Both women, after a hard fought match, exchange a nod of respect.

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As the handheld camera gets turned on, the first thing anyone hears is the crackling of wood burning. The sound is almost deafening as the camera swings around to reveal Ethan Skinner’s face, smiling into the camera as he looks down. The fire is big enough to be seen playing off the left side of his face. “I wish I had marshmallows, because the fire is beautiful.” he says and starts cracking up, at a joke only he gets the punch line too apparently.

“So careers are made and broken by the win lose column. I will admit, I have not been on the ball lately. Cutting the only man you called father your whole life, will do that to you. I had to though, to make my own career flourish, to soar, to rise again like the phoenix and burn all those who oppose me once more. Something I am doing for me. I came into this business with hate, with the want to see the whole business burn down to the ground. To be like my unholy god Lucifer, and to oppose all whole stood against the Dominion, by myself if necessary and ruin their reputation.”

Ethan starts walking as the sirens start to blare in the distance. He laughs a bit more, at the joke still in his head. “I did that, I took on a whole stable, in one night. They call themselves Renegades. I call them Retrogrades. Funny thing that, no one has ever asked me why. Fans of this business are so horrible as assuming what their favourite wrestler means versus ever actually asking them what they actually meant. I am not talking about the fact that they are all circle jerk degenerates, nope that isn’t it. I am not talking about the reverse motion of planetary bodies. That one is too easy. I am in fact trying to remind them of a period of a time period them seem to have forgotten. I remember growing up, when the DoP ran this business, no matter where you wrestled. You heard of us, you feared us. They came at us with all bark and very little bite, I mean I practically destroyed two of the three in my gauntlet match. Tyler Grey is the toughest among them. “

The fire trucks arrive and firefighters start putting out the blaze. It is apparent it is now a house on fire, and the mailbox has the letters you can read are STEE -

“So now we have a three person match in Portland, my self, the God of War and The Queen of the DoP Lara Blackheart. Against them, the Retrogrades. Let me be as clear as I can Retrogrades, you’re claim to fame fails when you get to Portland. You will be burned to the ground as easily as I burned down Ryan Steele’s house and the ashes will be wiped away. See you soon!”

He waves as the camera and then turns the camera off.

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[MATCH #6. Singles Match - Adrianna Salvatore v. Cherry Addams]

The lights in the arena flicker out. The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth in from space as Mushroomhead's "Sun Doesn't Rise" begins to play. As it does, the vignette depicts a flaming meteor hurtling towards the planet.

~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. Due to the lights positioning, all we see is the solid black outline, obscuring the lights behind it. 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
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! 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 wide eyed, wild smile on her face, 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.



The lights go out as “Summer Breeze” by Type O Negative comes on through the speakers. The lights come on around the ramp and stage as a dark, eerie red shade. Almost reaching violet as candles light up along the stage and a glowing red pentagram lights up on the center of the stage. Each point of the pentagram has a burning candle on the end. Throughout the audience, lighters are seen, helping to set the mood of the scene.

See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright

As the lyrics start, the center of the pentagram is revealed, upon closer inspection, to be hollowed out. Suddenly, however, it is slowly filled as the panel below raises up, bringing “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams, up onto the stage. Cherry is crouched but once the panel is raised in place, she slowly, sensually, stands to her feet, slowly spreading out her arms like a demon stretching her arms upon her ascent to Earth.

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind

ARDEN
“Her opponent!! From The Endless Void!!! Making her NFW debut!!! She is The Walking Contradiction!! Please welcome...CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”

HANSON
“Here she is, Jim!”

REYNOLDS
“Awwwwww FUCK!!!! Even her walk to the ring is creepy!!!”

Cherry Addams steps out of the pentagram, approaching the ring seductively and methodically as she watches the ring with a blood thirsty little smile on her lips.

See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor

Upon reaching the ring, Cherry climbs up onto the apron and flexibly slides under the bottom rope.

This whole time, Adrianna Salvatore watches the woman’s eerie entrance with an amused smirk. Slowly nodding at her approach, her choice in music. Fans can tell the Queen of Anarchy is definitely going to enjoy this match.

Before she moves to her corner, Cherry notices the announce table and grins wickedly down at James Reynolds. She gives him a taunting little wave and a wink.

REYNOLDS
“Don’t you fucking look at me, freak!”

SILVER
“Jim. Be nice. She’s only saying hello.”

REYNOLDS
“Yeah, ‘hello! I want your fucking soul!’”

HANSON
“...Well...maybe so….”

Finally, Cherry Addams focuses on Adrianna Salvatore. She repeats her little wave. Adrianna chuckles visibly, nodding to the woman and cracks her knuckles.

HANSON
“Ho-hoooooo maaaaaan!!! Here!! We!! Go!!”

~DING DING DING~

Cherry Addams and Adrianna Salvatore met in the middle of the ring, circling the mat. Adrianna paused long enough to offer a double fist bump. Cherry bumped fists, garnering an applause from the crowd as the two resumed circling. The two locked up, collar and elbow, jockeying for dominance before Adrianna stepped in and caught Cherry in a side headlock. Cherry fought against it, trying to push Adrianna out and into the ropes but Adrianna dropped down and flipped her over into a takedown, maintaining the headlock. Adrianna wrenched on Cherry's neck from down on the mat and the referee was already about to drop down and check on Cherry to see if she wanted to call it there, but The Walking Contradiction turned herself over, getting up onto her knees, then her feet, with her arms around the Queen of Anarchy's waist. Once she was up, she managed to slip her hand up under Adrianna's arm and pry herself out of the headlock, twisting the arm around into a standing armbar, maintaining control of the wrist. Cherry began to bring down hammer fists onto Adrianna's elbow and shoulder. It wasn't her right shoulder, however, so Adrianna was able to power through it and twist herself around, lightening the pressure on her arm. She used Cherry's hold on her wrist to yank the woman in and kick her in the stomach, grabbing her around the head in a setup for a DDT. Cherry countered, grabbing Adrianna's waist and delivered a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging at the end for an early pin attempt.

ONE!!

TW--!!

KICKOUT!!

HANSON
"Kickout by Salvatore and this match isn't over that soon!"

SILVER
"Thatta girl. You got this."

REYNOLDS
"So your pick is Adrianna, huh?"

SILVER
"I wish them both the best but nothing wrong with cheering a friend on, Jim. You know what those are, right?"

Adrianna kicked out, sitting up as Cherry got to her feet and delivered a stiff kick right to the back. Adrianna tensed, clenching her fists as she winced from the sharp pain through her body. Overall, however, she scowled with determination and immediately got up onto one knee, turning to face Cherry. With Adrianna on one knee, Cherry went for another kick but Adrianna knocked her foot back with a double axe handle. Cherry stumbled and Adrianna burst up onto her feet, LEVELING Cherry with a brutal and powerful lariat!

HANSON
"OH!!!!! AND THERE'S THAT FORCE OF NATURE!!! WITH AUTHORITY!!"

SILVER
"Take it from me, that girl's lariats do not feel good."

HANSON
"Indeed, you've been in the ring one on one with Salvatore. What's that like?"

SILVER
"Nick, I've mopped the mat with men twice my size and Adrianna is one of the toughest people I've ever stepped in the ring with. If she ever wanted a crack at this title in front of me, I'd probably up my training regime a little."

REYNOLDS
"That'd be a fucking match, jokes aside."

Adrianna picked Cherry back up to her feet and Irish Whipped her into the ropes. As Cherry came back, Adrianna went for a discus forearm. Cherry slipped underneath it and rebounded off of the ropes again and came in for a running, thrusting side kick. She nailed Adrianna in the midsection, right on the money. Adrianna slumped on her feet from the kick and Cherry followed up with a spinning heel kick. Adrianna drooped more and Cherry ran off of the ropes for a follow up but Adrianna was able to power through and catch the charging woman in a counter Powerslam, drilling Cherry into the mat as she hooked the leg for the cover.

ONE!!

KICKOUT!!

HANSON
"Whoooooaaaaaa!! Kickout at one!! We've got another tough cookie here!"

SILVER
"We've got a tough cherry...."

HANSON
"Nice."

SILVER
"I had to."

REYNOLDS
"Tough freak is more like it."

HANSON
"Oh, be nice, Jim. Cherry likes you!"

REYNOLDS
"Tch! Yeah! As if!"

Pulling Cherry back to her feet, Adrianna continued her offense, laying into her with her own brutal strikes while doing her best to maintain control of the woman's body, with firm holds and takedowns. Each time they struggled and it looked like Cherry was about to slip free of Adrianna's grasp, Adrianna pulled a suplex or a takedown, out of nowhere, wrestling Cherry to the mat. Cherry wasn't one to stay down for too long, however, as she kept fighting to her feet and getting free. Cherry answered back with her Strong Style discipline, hitting stiff forearms, elbows and kicks to answer the Queen of Anarchy's own ruthlessness. Cherry focused specifically on jaw shots with her forearms, strategizing by focusing on keeping Adrianna rocked. Thigh kicks helped, as well, to keep Adrianna wobbly on her feet as Cherry made sure it hurt to even stand. Finally, Cherry caught Adrianna in a brainbuster, going for the cover but she kicked out before the referee could even drop down to count. Cherry nodded, impressed, and immediately got to her feet before dropping right back down with an elbow. Immediately, after, she was on her feet and coming down again...and again...and again...unleashing a chain of elbow drops to Adrianna's chest, effectively knocking the wind out of her.

REYNOLDS
"GOOD GOD, NICKY!!!! IS SHE EVER GONNA STOP?!"

HANSON
"She calls this sequence, 'Endless', Jim! You tell me!!"

Here, Shelley Silver said nothing but was seen on camera, sitting forward with her hand on her chin, watching Cherry Addams with interest. When the onslaught of elbows finally ended, Cherry hooked Adrianna's leg for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE--!!

But Adrianna kicked out just in the nick of time! Rather than seem frustrated or disappointed, Cherry sat up on her knees, laughing a little before she leaned down and gave a psuedo-hug to her rocked opponent, patting the side of the woman's face in approval. 'You tough bitch!' She could be seen mouthing with a smirk as she picked Adrianna up to her feet.

REYNOLDS
"Hey, like her or not, tough bitch is right!"

SILVER
"You have no fucking idea, trust me. C'mon A."

Pulling Adrianna back up to her feet, Cherry dragged her over to the corner and stepped up onto the top turnbuckle.

HANSON
"What's she doing now?"

REYNOLDS
"Who knows, Nicky?"

HANSON
"Is she...yes she is!! She calls this one Walking The Void! Holy cow!"

The commentary team and audience alike looked on as Cherry held onto Adrianna's wrist and began to slowly, and carefully...yet gracefully...walk along the top rope. Some even clapped for Cherry's sense of balance and athleticism as the woman came to pause in the center of the ropes. Readying her other hand for the finishing blow, Cherry leaped off of the top rope, coming down onto Adrianna but Adrianna countered!! As Cherry came down, Adrianna stepped in just enough to catch her opponent across her shoulders, squatting down to absorb the impact of Cherry's weight suddenly coming down onto her before standing up. The audience popped again, knowing what this was as well. Adrianna stepped away from the ropes as Cherry struggled fiercely to try and get out of the hold but Adrianna maintained it and followed through, popping her legs up and over to deliver that oh-so familiar spinning facebuster her father used to do known as the---

HANSON
"ATOM BOMB!!!! ATOM BOMB!!!!"

SILVER
"NICE!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WITH FUCKING SKILL!!!"

Cherry hit the mat, facedown with a thunderous crash and the two laid there side by side for a moment with Adrianna's side of the crowd calling for her to capitalize. Adrianna's chest heaved up and down as she 'jolted' to life after a moment and rolled Cherry over, hooking the leg and laying back across her shoulders.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE--!

But Cherry Addams managed to kick out just in the nick of time!! Adrianna sat up off of Cherry and slumped over onto her side. Cherry rolled onto her side as well and both women laid there to catch a breather. Sweat glistened their skin and dampened their hair, notably Cherry's shorter hair as her bangs were pressed against her head. As Cherry sat up, clutching her midsection and caught her breath, Adrianna was crawling over to a corner and setting up for her next big move - The MOAB Launch. As Cherry turned around towards her, Adrianna came out fast and calculated, going for the spear maneuver but Cherry side stepped at the last second, barely even aware she did so, it seemed. But Adrianna managed to catch herself before running into the corner and turned around, intent on trying for the MOAB again. As soon as she turned, however, here came Cherry SLAMMING her into the corner with a running double kneestrike!!!

HANSON
"LAMB TO SLAUGHTER!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HOLY SHIT!!!"

Adrianna slumped down into a sitting position, leaning against the turnbuckle as Cherry crumbled onto her knees, breathing laboredly as she needed to catch her breath but knew she had Adrianna where she wanted her. After just a moment of pausing, Cherry pulled Adrianna by the legs out onto the mat to lie her down and went for the cover again.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE--!!

But Adrianna managed to throw her other foot onto the bottom rope just in the nick of time! Now, it was time for Cherry to look flustered at not being able to put Adrianna away. Her overconfidence began to show as she slapped her hand three times at the ref, insinuating she should have counted faster as Cherry got up to debate with the official. Meanwhile, Adrianna began pulling herself up on the ropes, pushing her hair out of her face. A closeup shot got a good look at the blood on her lip from the flat out stiff hits to the face she had taken. It was nothing new to her, though. The crowd was on their feet, roaring with approval for both women as Cherry Addams turned away from the referee and focused on Adrianna Salvatore, again. Cherry, too, was bleeding; blood down her lips from her nose. She nudged the ref away when she came over to check on her. Standing in exhaustion, the women stared at one another with a ferocity yet sense of respect in their eyes.

"FIGHT FOREVER!"

"FIGHT FOREVER!"

"FIGHT FOREVER!"

"FIGHT FOREVER!"

HANSON
"You listen to this crowd, Jim and Shelley!! Portland wants these two to fight forever!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I just want Adrianna to knock Cherry's lights out and finish her off!"

SILVER
"I'm definitely impressed by our new girl!"

Cherry Addams impressed further by continuing to trade blows and grapples with Adrianna Salvatore; neither woman really getting the full upperhand at this point as they jarred for dominance. Eventually, Cherry backed Adrianna into a corner and set her up on the top turnbuckle before climbing up with her and set her up for what could only be guessed as a Superplex.

REYNOLDS
“Oh no, this might be a nasty one!!!”

As Cherry went for the lift, Adrianna kept blocking with her feet and hitting Cherry in the ribs. Finally, Adrianna shifted her feet over onto the inside of the turnbuckle. A dangerous risk considering circumstances but as Cherry’s hold weakened on her, Adrianna slipped free of the Superpelx hold, grabbed Cherry by the face and delivered a stiff headbutt that had the woman wobbling on the turnbuckle. Before she could fall off, however, Adrianna grabbed Cherry in a suplex set up of her own.

HANSON
“Wait a minute!! What’s Adrianna doing?! She’s not gonna---”

SILVER
“You’re crazy girl!!!!”

Possibly she was, as Adrianna lifted Cherry Addams up into a vertical suplex hold on the turnbuckle, holding her up.

REYNOLDS
“Not off the middle turnbuckle!!!!!!”

Jumping off, Adrianna dropped Cherry down into her arms, onto her shoulder in a powerbomb transition, delivering a middle rope variation of the Ground Zero finisher and held her legs for the pin.

HANSON
“HOOOOOOLY COW!!!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“HOOOOOOLY SHIT!!”

SILVER
“GOOODDAMN!!!!!”

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

“Sun Doesn’t Rise” filled the arena, again, as Adrianna fell back in exhaustion. Her and Cherry’s bodies still moreorless mixed up from the impact of the final maneuver. Adrianna finally sat up, shifting Cherry’s legs off of her and crawled over to pull the newcomer to NFW up to her feet, letting her slump against her until she got her bearings. Once she seemed to do that, Adrianna patted Cherry on the back as the referee raised Adrianna’s arm. She was the victor, but she called for the crowd to give it up for her opponent. An up and comer who clearly gave her a run for her money.

Winner: Adrianna Salvatore
Result: Pinfall
Time: 18:16
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"You know... I give Ethan a lot of shit sometimes... but one thing he's always been from day one is protective of BOTH of us."

As she spoke, the tiny, curvy frame of Lara Blackheart threw a few punches and kicks at Nico Salvatore, who wore padded training gloves, helping her train. For once, Lara didn't care what she looked like, with her hair pulled back, and simple black shorts and gray sports bra her clothing of choice.

"I'll deal with Adrianna at Invasion. Tonight? Is all about justice. Grey cheap-shotted Judas last week... this week we beat the shit out of him AND his punk-ass friends."

Dressed in his own training pants and a white tanktop, Nico stood and listened as Lara spoke, holding the pads up as Lara laid into them. Every few hits, Nico swept one pad towards Lara's head, making her duck underneath it. Or, he thrust his arm out, making her weave back, testing her evading skills.

"People call him a weirdo but the dude's got heart for those he gives a shit about. And if he ever told you the story of when he first met Judas, you know he's just as pissed as we are."

He didn't react, verbally at least, to the remarks about his sister. Nico didn't blame Lara for feeling the way she did. Even he felt like Adrianna's words about Lara's dad were over the top but he was caught between seeing his fraternal twin and the girl he'd finally confessed his love to tear each other apart.

"I'm done putting up with shit from the Renegades, babe. You, me and Ethan? We're ending some fucking careers tonight. Title Unification my ass. Grey's not gonna make it to Invasion."

A devious, sadistic grin formed on Lara's face then. One that was fitting for this upcoming match... but was also concerning, since she'd never previously been an overly vicious or aggressive person. "I want blood tonight. And not Frost's. I wanna bring that bag of dicks Tyson Law down a notch."

It was here that the camera finally caught that trademark, sly smirk of of Nico's. He stood his ground as Lara laid into the hand pads with authority and ferocity, befitting of a trained killer, grinning bigger as he saw her focus. Afterwards, he pulled the pads off and handed Lara a bottle of water.

"Don't worry about Law's sorry ass. His mouth is what got me involved in this in the first place. I was willing to let you and Ethan do this for Judas when it was just a tag match."

He said, stepping up slowly until he was right over Lara. "But nobody--" He said, suddenly grabbing her up underneath the butt with both hands and lifted the Women's Champion who was especially tiny compared to his 6'2", 230lb frame, "--talks to my Goddess, the way that little piece of shit did. Except for me; cause I know you love that shit when I do." He grinned slyly as he held the young woman against him with seemingly little to no effort.

She couldn't help but give a surprised laugh when he grabbed her like that. Truth be told, she liked the way he manhandled her, most of the time. "Annnnnd while I love how protective you are of me... at SOME point tonight... I wanna beat Law's ass myself. I mean it. Win or lose, that son of a bitch is leaving the ring unconscious at my hands."

"Oh, I know you're capable, gorgeous." Nico remarked, nipping at the younger woman's chin. "I'm not letting my girl's honor be insulted by someone that only probably invited Ryan Steele into the Renegades so he wouldn't be the fucking joke of the group. I'm gonna get my piece out of him. Then you?" As Lara was holding onto his neck and had her legs around him, he gave her butt a blatant pat. "You get to finish his sorry ass off."

"I'm done fucking around, Nico." Lara told him, all playfulness gone from her face. "I mean it. I embarrass Law tonight... then at Invasion I finally get vengeance. She thought it was funny to mock my dad? I'm gonna see to it that mouth can never hurt anyone again." Lara may have felt focused... but in reality she was anything but. She was unraveling more and more each week, to where now she wasn't even thinking about the fact that she was also defending her TITLE in that match.

"I know, babe. I know." Nico said, gently. The man moved over to sit Lara down on a table while he stood right up in front of her, keeping her more or less against him. "But you need to stop and realize." He silenced her with a finger over her lips. "You've got more than my sister to worry about, in that match. You've got Nevaeh coming in, after your title. And I know you better than to think you're willing to sacrifice that just to get revenge on Adrianna. So you, need to calm down, take a breath..." In order to help her do so, he pulled the little blonde in and kissed her deeply before breaking it and cupping her face in his hands, "...and make sure your strategy is flawless. Because once you get tunnel vision on one, you're gonna have the other right behind you. Now I'm here to help, obviously. But you gotta trust me, sweets. You do trust me, right?"

"Of course I do. I don't sleep with just ANYONE, you know." She paused, making a face. "Ok, so I do. But still. Yes, I trust you. But this isn't about trust. This is about hurting her. She needs to pay the way Abaddon did." She looked up at him, her next words never spoken to anyone before. "I can't sleep, Nico. I can't relax, I can't focus... all I can think about is making her pay. My dad was my best friend. My hero. my everything. Since he died, I've been basically held together by flimsy tape... and seeing Adrianna get off scott-free, and suddenly be loved by everyone, with a goddamn apology? That ripped that tape right the fuck off. Until I have my hands around her neck... I... cannot... rest."

Nico made his own face, raising an eyebrow at her. "You're lucky I know what you mean by that. Gods don't share. At least this one doesn't without damn good return." He gave her another butt pat. As Lara went on the rest of her verbal vent, Nico just listened and took it all in. He knew, more than anyone, that Lara was severely troubled by what was a blood feud between her and his sister. His sister that he had grown more and more distant as time went on. At this point, it had seemed like he was disconnected from her. "Babe, listen. Okay? Listen to me." Nico went serious, for once and took his hands off her butt to let her sit on the table. He rested his hands over her thighs and looked directly at her. "You're gonna get your chance. Alright? We're seven days out. Seven days and this is all over. But you can't think about that right this moment. You need to think about the goal tonight. Those pieces of shit that took out Judas. Our mentor. Your godfather. Are gonna be looking to make a name off those close to him. That's something neither you, me or Ethan want. And it's definitely not gonna happen, but you need to do what Judas taught you. Take that anger burning in you and aim it at The Renegades. You'll have plenty left over for Invasion...and then you can burn Adrianna and Sativa's worlds to the ground."

"....alright. I'll try to maintain this just a little longer." She finally said, sighing to herself. She looked down at the floor for a few moments, before looking back up at him. "I.... should prolly go check on the girls. Make sure Eavan is ready, and make sure Ty and Futura are at the ready in case anyone tries to pull some bullshit."

"You do that. I'll make sure Ethan's ready." Nico said, letting Lara down from the table to go do what she said. Before she gets too far, however, he grabs her by the hand and pulls her right back to him for an even deeper, full-on kiss on the mouth. One that makes the crowd in the arena react like something out of an old sitcom. Nico cups the back of her head, making sure she can't pull away until he's done kissing her. When he is, he breaks away slowly and licks his lips at her with that devilish, handsome smirk of his. "You got this babe. Your God believes in you...and he loves you...."

"I have no god." Lara shot back with a smirk, but then gave him a wink. "But I know my MAN believes in and loves me." She added, before walking out.
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[MATCH #7. Singles Match - El Piso Mojado v. Chris Wolfe © ]
The camera sweeps over the audience and ringside area again, showing Roger Arden inside the ring with the his microphone. As the camera focuses in on him, he raises the mic up.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is schedule for one fall and it is for the NFW Television Championship!”



As B. Rich & Friends “Out Fer A Rip” begins to play the lights in the arena take on a red and white hue while the Mexican flag appears on the video wall before a giant red maple leaf suddenly comes slamming right down in the center of it. Through the curtain, to the cheers and laughter of the audience, steps El Piso Mojado, hands up, index fingers pointing out. Piso struts confidently back and forth on the stage, pointing out the Great White North signs in appreciation.

ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challenger! Representing the Great White North! Weighing in at two hundred pounds!! EL PISOOOOOOOO MOJAAAAAAADOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Piso makes his way down the walkway, towards the way, high fiving and fist bumping every...single...fan in the front row. He does this all the way around the ringside area, greeting fans until he comes to the commentary table where he can be heard over their mics.

“Hola, muchachos!! Como estas, carnal?!”

El Piso Mojado fist bumps Nick Hanson. He even gets a high five and a dap from Shelley Silver. He sticks out his hand for Jim Reynolds who just sits there, shaking his head in disgust. It doesn’t kill Piso’s mood one bit as the man simply shrugs and slides into the ring, before hopping up onto a turnbuckle and amping up the crowd before hopping down to his corner.



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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

In, what was surprisingly, a decent back and forth match. El Piso Mojado started off with the quick advantage, wowing the Portland audience by actually putting everything out there. As soon as he and Chris Wolfe locked up, Piso took the defending Television Champion for a ride with some chain wrestling, old school luchadore style, catching a charging Chris Wolfe in multiple arm drags, snapmares and leg takedowns. Chris Wolfe, surprised to say the least, slid out of the ring to catch his breath and nodded at Piso slowly as he realized that all of the laughing and the jokes and the mockery towards the honorable Canadian of the Great White North were all not to be taken seriously. El Piso Mojado could go when he wanted to. Or perhaps when he needed to.

REYNOLDS
“I’m a little shocked, Nicky! The little motormouth has some tricks up his sleeves!”

HANSON
“I don’t wanna say I never doubted the man but, I’m thoroughly impressed! Shelley?”

SILVER
“I’m starting to think the goofy persona is all just a ruse.”

REYNOLDS
“We’ve seen Piso get his ass handed to him by lesser guys than Chris Wolfe, though!”

HANSON
“Maybe he’s done screwing around--LOOK OUT!!!!”

As Chris Wolfe caught his bearings outside, El Piso Mojado came charging the ropes, hopping over and delivering an Asai Moonsault down onto the defending champion. The Portland crowd was on their feet as the Great White North member picked Chris Wolfe up to his feet and immediately threw him back into the ring, refusing to even get a count going. That wasn’t what Piso was all about. He followed Chris back into the ring, continuing to wear him down with traditional, energetic, lucha libre offense until Chris Wolfe finally managed to counter a back handspring elbow with a bicycle knee to the middle of Piso’s back. This stopped the luchador in his tracks, allowing for Chris Wolfe to start mountain a comeback consisting of stiff strikes and takedowns. El Piso Mojado wasn’t the only one who knew how to chain wrestle, which Chris Wolfe soon proved as he started taking his latest challenger all over the mat. As much of a head of steam that Piso had, Chris Wolfe proceeded to remind him why he was the defending and longest reigning TV Champion of the company as he threw kicks and forearms to chop Piso down before usually finishing up those combinations with a snapmare, arm drag or a DDT. The latest one being a Snap DDT which stood Piso up on his head for a second, dramatically before he fell to the mat and Chris Wolfe went for the cover.

HANSON
“DID YOU SEE THAT?!”

REYNOLDS
“TIMBER, BITCH! LIKE A FUCKING TREE!”

ONE!!

TWO!!

KICKOUT!!

SILVER
“Trees roots are still strong, I’d say.”

Picking Piso back up to his feet, Chris Wolfe unleashed another barrage of strikes on the under dog of the men’s roster. Eventually, he went for a Superkick after a forearm shot knocked El Piso Mojado back but Piso caught the foot, kicked Chris Wolfe in the knee, causing him to drop down. Piso then stepped back and delivered his own SMACKING Superkick right to the jaw!! Chris Wolfe’s eyes immediately looked glazed over as Piso ran off of the ropes and back, delivering a hurricanrana facebuster that snapped Chris’s face into the mat and made him recoil back up before collapsing onto his back. Finding his second wind, Piso threw himself over Wolfe.

HANSON
“WHOA!!!!!”

SILVER
“That last move looked familiar!!”

ONE!!

TWO!!

TH--!”

But Chris Wolfe kicked out just in time, causing El Piso Mojado to roll off of the man, grabbing his head in disbelief. What did he have to do to keep this man down? What did he have to do to win?! Chris Wolfe, meanwhile, laid there on the mat, blinking and staring up at the lights of the arena. He squinted his eyes, covering them with his hand, mouthing ‘Shit, that hurt!’

HANSON
“Not gonna go down that easily, is El Piso Mojado!!”

El Piso Mojado resumed control of the match again, for the next few minutes until he signaled for the Poutine Plunge. As he lifted Chris Wolfe up, however, Wolfe managed to use his momentum and flipped up right through it, coming down and drilling Piso with a DDT out of the air. As Piso reeled up from the impact, Chris Wolfe picked Piso up and delivered the Dire Wolfe, right in the center of the ring, rolling him up in the end for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaand STILL….the N! F! W! Television Champion!!! BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIIIS...WOOOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!!!”

As Fort Minor’s “Remember The Name” filled the arena, Chris Wolfe took the championship from the referee, raising it up over his head in celebration as the crowd cheered on their feet.

HANSON
“And with this victory, Chris Wolfe ties Belphegor for most TV Title defenses with 11 successful defenses!!! Can he break the record next week?!

REYNOLDS
“Time will tell!!”

SILVER
“I’m gonna go ahead and say it: I think he can be the Ace King of NFW with this title.”

The camera jumps over to the table, showing Nick and Jim watching Shelley with intrigue on their face as the woman holds her hands up with a look on her face that said ‘yup. I said it!’

REYNOLDS
“Really now?”

SILVER
“Hey, Chris has taken on some of the toughest guys on the roster to defend that belt. He beat Doomsday, even!”

HANSON
“AND he took it off of Buzzsaw!!”

SILVER
“He did, indeed. I see a long reign in that dude’s future.”

The camera focused on Chris Wolfe then, walking up the ramp with his title proudly in hand as he raised it up to the audience and the shot faded out.

Returning to the show, the camera fades in on a dark, backstage setting as Amy Connors stands in front of the camera. Her smile is a little weary. Possibly from nervousness. Is it because of where she is? Or is it because of the ominous figure in the background, striking away at a heavy bag with the ferocity of a trained killer. Like he's intent on breaking the ribs of whoever he's practicing those kicks for.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen; Amy Connors here, hoping to get a brief word, at least from a member of the Dominion of Pain. As we saw, last week, their leader, Judas Lasher was savagely attacked by Tyler Grey of the Renegades. Those two gentlemen will meet up at Invasion, June 11th in Vancouver but tonight, we have a three on three match between Serena Frost, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law versus Lara Blackheart, Nico Salvatore and Dominion of Pain's very own Ethan Skinner. I'd like to get some thoughts from more of their members, though so...wish me luck...."

Amy Connors turns and walks. The camera follows her over towards the ominous figure hitting the bag. The closer we get, the easier it is to recognize Darius Crowley. Dripping with sweat, his strip of long hair atop his head matted and unkempt, the man drives his fists into the heavy bag and throws brutal kicks into it, all in calculated, deadly combinations. Each strike from the bag, elicites an angry grunt from the man who stands there, training in nothing but a black pair of Muay Thai trunks.

"Excuse me, Darius?" Amy Connors says, tentatively. "Excuse me, Darius Crowley?"

Darius drives his elbow into the bag before stopping it from swaying with his hands and slowly turns. His chest rises and falls from his heavy breathing which he, impressively enough, quickly gets under control.

"Miss Connors." Darius says flatly, really not wanting to be bothered, but willing to tolerate it. "What can I do for you?"

"Oh." Amy shrinks back a little. "I-I'm sorry. Is...now a bad ti--"

"You're here, now." Darius cuts her off but calmly as sweat runs down his face. He blinks it out of his eyes but does not wipe. "What is it you'd like to speak to me about? Or perhaps you're looking for one of my brethren?"

"Oh, no, no! I was hoping to get a word with you, in fact." Amy says, offering a smile. Darius doesn't smile back. Amy's smile fades back to a nervous look as Darius waits, silently, for her to begin. "Okay, so umm...as you know, your fellow Dominion member, Ethan Skinner is participating in a match tonight against The Renegades. The ones who are responsible for attacking your leader, J--"

"Our father." Darius says bluntly.

"I'm sorry?" Amy Connors asks, confused.

"The group of whom Tyler Grey is a part of. The one who attacked our father, Judas Lasher. He is not our leader. He guides us. He teaches us. He watches over us. Like a father does. Yes, my birth father is at home. More than likely watching this, as we speak." Darius nods his head in a silent greeting through the camera to Morgoth, before looking back to Amy. "But my father in the world of professional wrestling, is Judas Lasher. And when you attack him, you have wronged the Dominion of Pain. And when you wrong the Dominion of Pain, there will be retribution. There will be vengeance. There will...be...blood." Darius says, remaining mostly calm, yet we can also - oddly enough - tell that he is fuming on the inside.

Amy Connors shrinks back and nods, in understanding. "I...can understand your feelings on such a matter."

"Can you?" Darius asks simply, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully as he watches Amy.

Amy doesn't even know how to react. So, she moves onto the next question. "One more thing I'd like to ask you, Darius. Something more concerning just you." She waits. Darius just stares at her, calmly, waiting. Amy nods slowly, nervously and continues. "In two weeks, you have your third meeting in the ring with one Jag'hatai D'habi; the one they call The Ragman. Now, your previous two meetings - the only other times you've met in the ring - they ended in a twenty and thirty minute draw. That makes the both of you, technically, still undefeated in NFW. However, your match at Invasion will be a no disqualification match with no time limit. How do you prepare for such a task, ahead of you?"

Darius pauses. Snorting through his nose as he calmly begins removing his boxing gloves. He tosses them aside onto a chair and starts removing the tape from his hands. "Miss Connors, are you a fighter?"

Amy hesitates. "Me? Well...n-no. I mean...I took Tai Bo in college, but---"

For once, we get some emotion on Darius' face. He looks up from his hands as he unwraps them and raises an eyebrow, quizically at Amy Connors as if to ask 'are you kidding me?' This makes Amy Connors stop and shake her head.

"No. I'm not a fighter."

"Let me tell you about people who are, Miss Connors." Darius tosses a wadded ball of tape off to the side and starts unwrapping his other hand. He never looks up at Amy as he speaks. "We are a rare breed or human being. Man and woman alike. Do you know why that is?" He waits for an answer. When he doens't get one, because Amy Connors is just staring at him, lost, he looks up at her and right into her eyes. "Because unlike the rest of the souls that walk this planet in their fragile husks of flesh and bone, we can transcend that humanity. We can overcome it. Become something more. Something...better. You've heard of chi, yes? Perhaps ki in some cultures? When you tap into that, Miss Connors...anything is possible. But in order to know whether or not you have fully harnessed it, you need to test it. You need to put what you know against something equal. Something just as deadly as you are. For me, that something is "The Ragman" Jag'hatai D'habi. It is clear, that both of us have begun to transcend humanity into that next step of being a warrior, because clearly time limits inside a wrestling ring are something that our skills have surpassed. So without the restraint of a clock, we will finish what was started weeks ago. It may take us thirty one minutes. It may take us an hour. It may take us all night. There may not be an Invasion event aside from our match up. Our battle. Our war. Trust me, Miss Connors, when I say that I am ready. I sincerely hope..." Darius turns towards the camera, directly. "...that my opponent is prepared as well."

Without another word, Darius tosses the other ball of wadded hand tape aside and turns back to the bag. He brings up his bare fists this time and begins striking it, full force, grunting with each punch again. Amy Connors says nothing. She just looks to the camera, nervously and moves out of frame, getting away from Darius as quickly as possible. The camera itself, backs up, panning back from Darius as he resumes his training regimine, bare knuckled this time.

The camera opens up on an empty chair in a locker room. After a moment, three figures come walking into frame. We recognize them as Kota Ibushi and The Young Bucks, all wearing Golden Elite t-shirts. A few seconds later, a body steps in front of the camera, wearing familiar wrestling pants and a Golden Elite shirt, as well. The person sits down. It's Kenny Omega. The looks on all of their faces are stone cold serious. No humor. No laughing. No joking. No goofing off, like they usually do.

"I've given this a lot of thought. We have given this a lot of thought." Kenny says, staring hard into the camera. "It's pretty clear now that there is a war going on. A war that, even after Gang Warfare, has not stopped. Instead, our enemies keep on keeping on, trying to be a royal pain in our asses. And for what? Because you wanna bring back Bullet Club to it's former glory? Let's face it. That former glory is dead! It's been dead for years, ever since you - Devitt - turned your back and walked out. But now, you somehow came crawling back and you've got your O.G crew behind you. And with them, you are being a thorn in our side. You are being a thorn in NFW's side. You have become a cancer that needs to be cut out!"

Kenny pauses, looking down for a moment, then back up at the camera. "I love this business. I love this sport. I love professional wrestling. And you know what? I love NFW. Here, we have a company that has risen from the ashes after a tragedy and made themselves better than they have ever been. NFW is the fucking Phoenix of professional wrestling! Don't "at" me...." He grins and winks at the camera. Behind him, Nick and Matt Jackson chuckle. Kota Ibushi cracks a smirk. Kenny goes serious again. "I love this sport and I love this company. And I refuse, Devitt, I absolutely fucking refuse to let you come in here and put it at risk again all because you got a bone to pick with me. Because you've got a bone to pick with us!" He motions back to the Bucks and Kota. "So, here's what's going to happen; if you have the guts. No no, I take that back. I know you've got guts. So, if you have the balls Devitt, here's what's gonna happen. We're gonna have ourselves another match. We are going to have a match. Not Bullet Club versus the Elite. No. Us. Kenny Omega, the Best Bout Machine...versus Prince Devitt...the prodigal fucking founder of Bullet Club. You and me. One on one. June 11th. Vancouver. At Invasion. If you accept this challenge, then after Invasion, it's all over. No, not because I say it's over. Not because you and I are gonna shake hands and hug it out. Fuck that. I know you better, Devitt. No. See, this...is a loser leaves the company match. Just a few days ago, we went Double Or Nothing in Las Vegas Nevada. Well, in Vancouver? It's All In, again. You and I are wrestling, not just for our own positions here. We're wrestling for the positions of those who have our back. Kenny Omega versus Prince Devitt. Whoever loses? They take their entire crew with them. You take Bullet Club. I'll take The Elite. Not all of them are here. Adam couldn't make it here with us, tonight, but he's agreed to this, too. Loser takes their crew and leaves New Frontier Wrestling...For...Life! That should be a phrase you live by, shouldn't it?"

Kenny Omega leans forward and reaches up to the camera, behind the lens. "You've got one week, Devitt. Goodbye..." He brings up his other hand and kisses his finger. "...and goodnight." He aims the gun hand at the camera, and winks, clicking his tongue before killing the feed.

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[MAIN EVENT - Six Person Tag Match - The Renegades (Serena Frost/Tyler Grey/Tyson Law) v. Lara Blackheart/Ethan Skinner/Nico Salvatore]
Standing in the ring, Roger Arden awaits with the microphone until the camera focuses on him after sweeping over the crowd.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event and is a mixed, six wrestler, tag team match!”

Roger Arden lowers the microphone as….



The lights dim down and police search lights sweep across the arena as Hollywood Undead’s “Renegade” starts up over the speakers. The music builds and swells as a grainy, cut up, black and white highlight reel of the stable plays on the video wall, before their name appears in jagged red letters.

“YOUNG RENEGADE!”

As the main guitar riff and drum beat kicks in, the three Renegades up for tonight’s match come walking out on stage. Serena Frost, clad in her gear and leather jacket, walks out coldly and emotionlessly staring down the crowd. Next, the Jr. Heavyweight Champion, Tyler Grey follows. Dripping wet, with the title around his waist, Grey snarls menacingly at all who look his way. Behind them, probably the most animated and charismatic of the three, Tyson Law comes strutting out in his modified, MK ninja tribute gear. Tonight, it’s black again for Noob Saibot. His hood covers his head and the mask covers his face. To give more of the Saibot look, Tyson’s eyes are covered with a pair of black goggles, hiding them completely. Still, he struts in front of the camera. Even with his face covered, we know this is where he lip syncs along with their entrance lyrics.

“I am the fury of a bomb!
Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam!
A thousand words in the crest of my palm!
Just one death sentence written in a fucking song!”

As the song continues, Tyson joins Serena and Tyler in the center of the stage. The three ‘pull the pin’ and begin their walk down towards the ring.

ARDEN
“Introducing first!! Serena Frost...The Shaolin Rebel, Tyson Law...and the Junior Heavyweight Champion...the Terminator...Tyler Grey...THEEEEEE RRRRRRRRENEGAAAAAAAAAAAADEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!”

HANSON
“No disqualification, six wrestler tag match! Renegades versus Lara Blackheart, Nico Salvatore and Ethan Skinner! This match all came to be because that man, right there! Tyler Grey!! The Junior Heavyweight Champion!! He challenged Judas Lasher to a title unification match at Invasion and then he attacked him from behind while he was in the ring! It was a set up! A planned attack by The Renegades!!”

REYNOLDS
“It was beautiful, Nicky!!”

HANSON
“It was heinous! So Lara Blackheart, then, she put out an open invitation to anyone from the Dominion of Pain to join her in taking the Renegades on. A mixed tag team match! But then Tyson Law kept running his mouth and Nico Salvatore got involved. That brings us to here, tonight!”

SILVER
“I don’t see things on the same page as Lara anymore, mostly, but I’m in their corner tonight. These Renegade assholes have got to be stopped for good.”

Together, the three Renegades enter the ring, all striking their individual poses before pulling the pin again with Serena between the two men. They begin removing their entrance gear, and Tyler Grey removes his title as their music fades out.

A moment later, the familiar intro to Nagual’s “Ka Mate” roars throughout the arena. Contrary to his usual entrance, Ethan Skinner comes calmly walking out in his black suit, staring down at the ring with a cold scowl on his face.

ARDEN
“Introducing their opponents!! First...from Burnham Camp, New Zealand...representing the Dominion of Pain!! The Maori Warrior!! ETHAAAAAAAN….SKINNEEEEEEEERRRR!!!”

As soon as Ethan’s on the stage, however, his music fades out. He pulls a pocket watch from his jacket, on a chain and checks it. He looks up, then at the crowd as Motley Crue’s “Dr. Feelgood” fills the arena. For the first time in a couple months, the crowd actually cheers somewhat as Lara Blackheart, now seen in her dark green and black ring gear, complete with her father’s Easy V, leather jacket comes sensually, confidently strutting out onto the stage. The Women’s Championship held proudly on her shoulder but the beautiful blonde wears a scowl on her face that could freeze the devil’s heart as she watches The Renegades.

ARDEN
“His tag team partners! First!! From Chicago, Illinois!! Representing Sex & Violence!! She is the NFW Women’s Champion!! Dr. Feelgood!!! LLLLLARAAAAAA BLLLLLLAAAAAACKHEEEAAAAAAARRRT!!!!!!”

Lara comes to stand beside Ethan Skinner, tossing her hair over her shoulder as her music, too, fades out to silence.



Here, the lights go completely out and a more audible pop fills the arena. The swelling introduction to I Prevail’s “Bow Down” rises up as the fans joined in with...

GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!!

...the video wall comes to life with the words ‘GOD OF WRESTLING’ in cracked stone.

Yeah, I come alive, I'll survive, take on anything
So paint a target on my back, let 'em come for me
I don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep
'Cause I'm on another level that you'll never reach
If you seek forgiveness
You'll get nothing, you'll get nothing from me

Here, the lights on the stage suddenly come on, revealing, in the darkness, Nico Salvatore standing between Lara Blackheart and Ethan Skinner. Slowly lifting his head, SNEERING at the ring.

ARDEN
“AND….from Brooklyn, New York!! The Urban Gladiator...the Son of the Beast...the GOD of Wrestling!!! NICOOOOOOOO….SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEE!!!!”

Nico lets out an angry yell to the arena. Lara’s hand holding her title shoots up to hold it above her head. Ethan Skinner rips away his tear off suit, revealing his ring gear underneath and gives a Maori warrior battle cry before he and Lara join Nico in storming towards the ring.

You will never know, it's the price I pay
Look into my eyes, we are not the same
Yeah, this is where you fall apart
Yeah, this is where you break
'Cause I'm in control, and you'll know my name
'Cause I gave my life, gave it everything
Yeah, this is where you fall apart
Yeah, this is where you break
To everybody who doubted
Get on your knees and bow down!!
Get on your knees and bow down!!

About three fourths of the way down the ramp, Nico, Lara and Ethan pick up into a full sprint and hit the ring running. They slide into the ring and go right for The Renegades!! It’s a three on three brawl. The crowd goes NUTS!!! Lara Blackheart goes for Serena Frost, pulling her hair and throwing uppercuts like a fight out of a hockey game. Ethan Skinner shoots for Tyler Grey’s legs and takes him down BJJ style but then goes right to throwing elbows and forearms. Nico Salvatore plows into Tyson Law, backing him into a corner and begins throwing knees into his ribs and closed fists punches right into his face.

HANSON
“HERE WE GO, FOLKS!!!! MAIN EVENT!!!! NO DQ!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“HEY!! THOSE ARE CLOSED FISTS NICO’S THROWING!!!”

HANSON
“ALL LEGAL IN THIS ONE, JIM!!!”

REYNOLDS
“BULLSHIT!!!”

SILVER
“NOT BULLSHIT!!! BEAT THEIR FUCKING ASSES!!!!”

As the brawl continues, the Renegades start fighting back. Serena stands up and pulls Lara up by her hair. Whipping Lara into the far corner and turning to taunt both Ethan and Nico, Tyler wraps the tag rope around her throat and begins to choke her as the referee begins to back Serena away from the opposing corner. Ethan grimaces and hops down off the ring and shrugs and rolls under the ring and disappears. Nico looks as confused as everyone else.

REYNOLDS
“Where the hell is that idiot going now?!”

HANSON
“It’s Ethan, haha, who knows!”

REYNOLDS
“And this is the guy you wanna face at Invasion, Shelley?”

SILVER
“Well, I won’t be facing this side of him, Jim. Hahaha.”

The referee is successful at backing up Serena and Serena turns around and lands a few body shots as Tyler still chokes away. Nico has had enough and rushes the opposite corner, just as Tyler is forced t let her go, Ethan appears on the other side as well and pulls Tyler down to meet him ringside and starts slamming his head into the ring apron then slams his head with a one arm DDT and turns and yells to the crowd “ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?”, surprisingly, the crowd yells along with him. Nodding for the briefest of moments until Ethan gets kicked in the face by Tyson Law. ”Shut me up now, My Chemical Reject!” he yells. Nico has successfully rescued Lara from Serena as Serena is laid out in her corner. Checking to make sure Lara is ok, he lets her tag him in and walks over to pull Serena out of her corner by her leg, she starts kicking him away, but the Urban Gladiator is way too strong for her, and just smirks, slides her past him and kicks her in the head, and attempts a pin.


REYNOLDS
“HOLY SHIT!!!! DON’T YOU DO THAT TO HER!!”

ONE!

TWO!

Tyler Grey stops the pin attempt by jumping in at the last moment. Nico starts to shake off the cobwebs of the double axe handle blow and Tyler quickly slaps on Skynet, trying to make the God of War tap out. Too early, Nico gets to a knee, and then one foot, Tyler wisely let's go.

SILVER
“That might be the smartest thing Tyler Grey’s ever done.”

HANSON
“You don’t wanna be too close to an angry Nico Salvatore.”

Serena starts to wake and rolls away, right into Lara’s boot and Lara picks her up and slaps her face, and again and again. The camera pans back to the fight outside and Ethan throws down a chair. Tyson has been split open and his eyes and closed, but only for a moment. Ethan lived up to his promise and starts to staple his mouth shut, causing Tyson to scream outside one side of his mouth. Tyson squirms away as Ethan starts to look under the ring for more “toys” for him to play with. Checking back in with the action in the ring, Nico has Tyler in a full nelson and he appears to be going to sleep, well that was until Lara, yelling out Tyler’s name slams Serena with a Descent, and his eyes go wide, raises a foot into Nico as a low blow and slams into Lara with a brutal clothesline, knocking her inside out.

HANSON
“OH!!!! A CLOTHESLINE FROM THE TERMINATOR!!!! THE IMPACT!!”

REYNOLDS
“I got Lara’s back at Invasion but this is just a dumb battle she got herself into.”

Shelley’s gone quiet, at this point. She can be seen sitting at the table with her mouth resting on her folded hands. Nico drops to his knees, and Tyler turns around to do more Damage to Lara, only to get met with TKP from Ethan as he leaps across the ring, landing in a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ethan sits up looking at the referee with shock in his eyes. Looking frustrated, Ethan rolls out of the ring again and throws up the ring curtain and starts to pull out a ladder, and starts to set that up. Serena gets up and stands, looking between a downed Lara and a downed Nico. Noticing that Tyson is standing in her corner, blood around his mouth as the staples have been yanked out. She walks over and tags him in, and rakes Nico’s eyes as he rolls to his knees, and then stands him up and lands an Ice Age on him, and moves into a pin attempt. Lara runs at her, ducking a clothesline from Tyson and kicking her in the back and spinning around with a Pele kick into Tyson.

HANSON
“PELE KICK FROM THE WOMEN’S CHAMPION!! BEAUTIFUL!!”

REYNOLDS
“Yes, yes she is!”

HANSON
“I meant the maneuver, Jim.”

REYNOLDS
“So, you don’t think Lara’s beautiful?”

HANSON
“Oh my god, shu--- Nevermind.”

The camera switches to outside and Ethan has the ladder set up and he is seen carrying a table with one arm as he scales the ladder again, not even paying attention to the ring. Moving back to the ring, Nico is sitting on top of Tyson and Lara is on Serena as Tyler uses ropes and pulls himself to his feet and walks over behind Nico and pulls the man to his feet by his ears. And then slams a reverse DDT and floats over into a pin attempt. By now Lara and Serena and made their way outside and Tyson and Tyler have singled Nico out and are stomping away at the centre of the ring, when suddenly the camera pans out and Ethan is seen standing on top of a ladder, with is on top of a table, with is on top of a ladder.

REYNOLDS
“Nicky? What...the...FUCK...is he DOING?!”

HANSON
“I have no idea, Jim!!”

Shakily atop the ladder mountain, Ethan just shrugs and jumps off and slams hard into Tyler, Tyson and Nico breaking up the three men and immediately is showing the effects as he doubles over and grasps at his midsection. The crowd to shout the traditional “ECW”chant regardless of promotion when the most extreme wrestling moves are seen.

HANSON
“MY GOD!!!! ETHAN SKINNER STRAIGHT DOWN FROM THE LADDER!!”

REYNOLDS
“MORE LIKE THE LEANING TOWER OF STUPID!! There’s your opponent for your title, Shelley!”

SILVER
“Man’s got balls; I’ll give him that much.”

All six individuals are laid out in the centre of the ring, in one way or another by now. And Lara seems to be getting to her feet first and starts to stagger over to stands in the centre of the ring, raises her arm in victory and starts to just stomp on all three members of the Renegades. Serena, Tyler, Tyson, and back again to Serena, the process repeats until Ethan gets up and grabs Tyson and sends him across the ring and sets up for a Black Arrow, slamming instead shoulder first on the outside of the ring as Tyson used his speed and moved out of the way. As Ethan Skinner stumbles back, he backs right into Tyson who clutches him by the wrist around, in front of him. He spins him out and yanks him in hard, delivering the Lawbreaker lariat!!

REYNOLDS
“LAWBREAKER!!!! LAWBREAKER!!!!!!”

Tyson Law collapses to the mat as Ethan Skinner instinctively rolls out of the ring, hitting the floor. Tyler Grey, starting to recover, rolls out of the ring after Ethan Skinner, stumbling over towards him.

“C’mere, bitch! Life As A House, Hayden Christensen looking motherfucker!”

Tyler Grey grabs Ethan Skinner and starts exchanging blows with him; the two brawling outside of the ring. Back inside the ring, Lara Blackheart drags her feet over to Tyson Law and begins to lay boots to him after he pulls himself into a corner, laying vicious stomps to him, getting more wild and wild with every stomp until her hair is flailing around her head and she’s screaming savagely. Outside of the ring, Tyler Grey starts getting the advantage on Ethan Skinner. As Nico Salvatore gets to his feet, he sees this and throws himself into the ropes, running across and hits a Suicide Dive through the ropes, slamming into both Ethan and Tyler but mainly slamming Tyler into the announce table. All three commentators jump up and back as the table literally ROCKS and almost tips.

HANSON
“WHOA!!!!! AND HERE’S NICO, COMING TO THE AID OF HIS PARTNER, ETHAN SKINNER!!!!”

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
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“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
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“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
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“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
~CLAP-CLAP-CLAPCLAPCLAP~

Back inside the ring, Lara Blackheart picks up Tyson Law to his feet and drags him to the center of the ring, setting him up for the Coma White. Lara hooks the arms and throws her hair back, with a wild look in her eyes.

“BOW TO THE QUEEN, MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Lara hops up and DRILLS Tyson face down into the mat, for once, to the pop of the crowd. However, as she slowly pulls herself to her feet, Serena Frost, the other “legal” competitor in the ring, moved in and caught Lara from behind, rolling her up and pulling the tights as she pressed her weight down on top of Lara as much as she could, practically LAYING across her backside to put full pressure on her shoulders as the referee, unable to stop her from using the tights, dropped down for the count.

ONE!!

HANSON
“WAIT A MINUTE!! SERENA FROST!!”

TWO!!

REYNOLDS
“THE TIGHTS!!!!”

HANSON
“REF CAN’T STOP HER!”

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here are your winners!!!! Tyler Grey...Tyson Law...and Serena Frost!!! THEEEE RRRRRENEGAAAAAA---”

Before Roger Arden can finish announcing The Renegades as the victors, Serena Frost pulls Lara Blackheart to her feet and delivers a devastating Ice Age to her right in the center of the ring!! She then gets up, walks over and SNATCHES the microphone from Roger Arden. Serena brushes her hair out of her face and stands over Lara, leaning down to look at her.

“Hey!!! You still with me, bitch? I just dropped you slam on your fucking head! But I want you to hear this!! Also!!” Serena turns to look up at the video wall. “Adrianna...and the new bitch...Sah-tee-vah Ne-va-eh!!” She puts a little bit of accent on the name, wiggling her fingers mockingly. “I want you two to hear this, too. You’re gonna fucking love this….” Serena looks down at Lara again, kneeling down next to the dazed Women’s Champion after snatching the championship belt from the referee and held it up over Lara. “My little demand...to Savannah Hayes?” She looks at the title in her hand and chuckles. “Pin the champ...earn a title shot…. Well I just earned mine. So at Invasion...this is my cash-in!!” Serena looks up at the video wall again. “See you three BITCHES...in Vancouver!!” Serena drops the microphone as Hollywood Undead’s “Renegade” kicks on again, throughout the arena. Serena stands up, raising the title over her head before laying it across Lara’s chest as Tyson Law and Tyler Grey recover and join her in the ring while the crowd boos the three of them and the credits start to roll.

REYNOLDS
“WHAT?!”

HANSON
“Serena Frost just let the world know that she’s inserting herself into the title match at Invasion!! We’re gonna have us a Fatal Fourway for the Women’s Championship!!”

SILVER
“This...is gonna be interesting….”

HANSON
“Definitely, it will be! Well, folks! That’s all the time we have, for tonight! We thank you for joining us! Shelley, we thank you as well. Such a great pleasure to have you with us, tonight. Please join us again.”

SILVER
“I just might, Nick. I just might. I had fun, tonight.”

REYNOLDS
“Awesome! You wanna get drinks?”

SILVER
“Fuck off, Jim.”

REYNOLDS
“Ah, well, okay then.”

HANSON
“For Jim Reynolds and Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver, I’m Nick Hanson! So long everyone!”

Winners: The Renegades
Result: Pinfall
Time: 32:19
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Match Winners
Match #1. Lluvia Cane def. Heidi
Match #2. Ultra-Violence def. The Frightners
Match #3. Bronwyn Good def. Starlight
Match #4. McKeesport Mafia def. Suzuki-gun (Earned a tag title shot at Invasion!)
Match #5. Eavan Maloney © def. Dona Rotten
Match #6. Adrianna Salvatore def. Cherry Addams
Match #7. Chris Wolfe © def. El Piso Mojado
Match #8. The Renegades def. Lara Blackheart/Nico Salvatore/Ethan Skinner (Serena pinned Lara. Earned a spot in the Women’s Title match at Invasion!)
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Match Writers
Match #1. Lluvia Cane v. Heidi written by FireAndIce
Match #2. Ultra-Violence v. The Frightners written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #3. Bronwyn Good v. Starlight written by FireAndIce
Match #4. McKeesport Mafia v. Suzuki-gun written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #5. Eavan Maloney v. Dona Rotten written by FireAndIce
Match #6. Adrianna Salvatore v. Cherry Addams written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #7. Chris Wolfe v. El Piso Mojado written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #8. The Renegades v. Blackheart/Salvatore/Skinner written by Steinn
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Commentary Written By Commissioner Steven Brody