Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 4, 2019 5:46:02 GMT -8
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The scene faded in on the roof of the hotel where the NFW talent was staying. It was a mere couple of hours before the show, and while a lot of the roster had already made their way to the arena, there was a lone figure that could be seen overlooking the barely cloudy sky as well as the overall landscape. As the camera moved in, a voice could be heard coming from the figure, “I’ve been booked for the last few weeks since signing with NFW, and I won my first 2 matches. Granted, when it came to my first match, I was simply joining a fight that everyone already knew would end poorly for Steele as it was.” Lluvia was dressed in a pair of ripped jeans, a tight green tank top, a pair of brown boots, and a lightweight jacket on over the tank top. The dark haired beauty had her hair pulled up into a sleek, high ponytail while she had kept her makeup mostly neutral minus her signature red lipstick.
“People wonder about me...wonder who I really am due to the age difference in my mom and I. No one ever believes…” Lluvia stopped herself and lightly laughed as she continued to face the edge of the hotel’s roof, her gaze still set on the clear evening sky. “Well I should say truly believed me when I’ve told them my past, showed them my present...that was until I was found by Jasmine and the original Collective and Kingdom. I was finally home when I, and the Prince and Princess, were welcomed by all of them.” A soft smile graced Lluvia’s features as she thought about her beginning with The Kingdom, the acceptance of her kids which was the make or break part for her.
“If it wasn’t for The Kingdom, I wouldn’t be here right now...I would probably be on the indy circuit in Tennessee just to curb my hunger of needing to be in the ring. In many ways, they saved myself and my kids.” Lluvia turned her head slightly, looking at the camera with a soft gleam in her eyes and the soft smile still gracing her features. It was only a moment before her gaze returned to the skyline, admiring the view more. “I’m thankful for, and love, the ladies that are in my life right now, there’s no doubts about that. They’re my rocks, and my kids absolutely adore them…” Lluvia trailed off for a moment as a serious look came over her face, her focus on the sky never once wavering. “But tonight isn’t about them, per say. On Twitter, after last week’s show, Eavan Maloney issued a challenge to face anyone in The Kingdom, for the Women’s Television Championship, which I stepped up to answer as soon as I saw it. I’m always seen as the underdog, I have been my entire career, but that’s going to change later tonight.”
As the dark haired beauty spoke, grey clouds began flowing in, blocking the once bright sun that had been shining everywhere. The camera guy moved the camera to get a look at the darkening clouds that had seemed to come out of nowhere, and Lluvia could be heard laughing once again. “Strange weather, isn’t it?” The camera shook a bit as the camera operator nodded for a second before focusing back on the mom of 2. Her gaze never once left the sky, a smirk growing from the smile that had previously been there. “Eavan, I’m not sure you thought very carefully before you spoke and issued the challenge. Did you think one of us wouldn’t step up when it was issued? I beat you thought, and hoped, that we would ignore the chance to bring gold where it rightfully belongs...with The Kingdom.” The more Lluvia spoke, the darker the clouds grew, making the camera guy a touch uneasy. When he had checked, there were no storms in the forecast, so the sudden onset of the ever darkening clouds had him a bit concerned. Now Lluvia could sense the uneasiness of the guy which only made her smirk grow. “Eavan, did you stop to think, even more a millisecond, what might just happen tonight? Have you really thought about it at all since I stepped up to the plate? You’re running out of time if the question of ‘What the hell did I get myself into?’ hasn’t crossed your mind yet.” Almost immediately after Lluvia paused, a light rain began to fall and thunder could be heard off in the distance.
As the rain fell, the camera guy began shifting on his feet, the nerves surrounding the weather showing itself in his body language. The rain began falling faster, harder, and the thunder began again, only seeming louder and closer at that point. Without a care in the world over how soaked she was getting or how badly her hair and makeup was getting messed up, Lluvia turned around to fully face the camera. “When you made that challenge to The Kingdom, you essentially put a hit out on your title reign, Eavan, you do realize that, right? You’ve had a decent reign, but the call was made and accepted.” Lluvia’s voice dropped slightly as she spoke, a serious yet oddly calm demeanor taking her over as she walked a few steps towards the camera, the heels of her boots making light splashing noises through the small puddles that had formed during the rain.
Just as a roaring clap of thunder boomed overhead, Llu had gotten where she wanted in terms of being closer to the camera. The Cherokee woman still held a smirk on her face as she looked directly at the camera lens, unaffected by the thunder that had actually made the camera guy stumble a it from the surprise/shock of it. “Just as fast as you won the Women’s Television Championship, I can take it from you. Please feel free to underestimate me like so many have been idiotic enough to do in the past...it only adds fuel to my fire.” Lluvia laughed, ignoring the bits of hair that were beginning to stick to her face thanks to the random storm. True, she hadn’t won titles in the past despite her chances for them, but Collision was going to end differently, something she was going to make sure of. She took one final step towards the camera, raising her left hand as she did so. “When we face off tonight, that title you’re holding will become mine in a snap.”
As she snapped her fingers, the rain almost instantly ceased and the clouds began to disperse, allowing the sun to peek through them once more. “Much like this storm, I’m coming in strong and heavy and leaving with a light shining on me courtesy of the title. Make sure it looks good for me otherwise you’ll have a new job of polishing the title until I’m satisfied with it.” Lluvia walked around the camera and camera guy, her boots splashing in little puddles until she reached the door to get back inside the hotel. The scene faded out as she opened it and walked in, disappearing from the camera feed.
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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. Standing by a lavish chair, Eavan Maloney is seen with her Women’s Television Championship again, smirking devilishly. Sitting in the 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....
Inside the Key Arena in Seattle, Washington, the camera sweeps across the audience while the pyro effects go off, lighting up the stage with colorful explosions as signs are raised up, throughout the crowd.
CFT DON’T COME BACK
BEHOLD THE KINGDOM
VIOLENCE IS SEXY
WHO THE FUCK IS DEVIN BRYCE?
POE VS LASHER - BOOK IT
I BELIEVE IN THE DEVIL
HOUSE CROWLEY
~Sign Flip~
HOUSE OF CHAMPIONS
As the camera pans over the audience, we are greeted by the sound of Nick Hanson and James Reynolds on commentary. As always, Nick Hanson sounds energetic and enthusiastic. James Reynolds sounds like just doesn’t give a shit, anymore.
HANSON
“One week out from Invasion, and we are live in Seattle, Washington! Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to New Frontier Wrestling’s Tuesday Night Collision! Nick Hanson here, along with my broadcast colleague Jim Reynolds.”
REYNOLDS
“Sup?”
HANSON
“Jim?”
REYNOLDS
“What?”
HANSON
“What’s the matter?”
REYNOLDS
“You have to ask?”
HANSON
“Well, as a concerned colleague, yeah. I am.”
REYNOLDS
“This place is going to the birds, Nicky! We just got rid of the only wrestler with any sense of true class! In his place, we’re picking up every psycho and freakshow left and right! NFW’s turning into an Animal House!”
HANSON
“Yes, folks, if you don’t know what Jim is speaking of, NFW recently came to terms on the release of contracts for competitors, Sabastian RIley Young, Hannah Blackwell, Victoria Emmerson and Clerance Fletcher Townsend. More details on that, later. Maybe….”
REYNOLDS
“Maybe? What do you mean, ‘maybe’?”
HANSON
“Well, we’ve got a show to get underway, Jim. So, let’s get to it, folks! We’re kicking off tonight with the Women’s Tag Team Champions in action! Let’s go backstage and hear from their opponents, shall we?”
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The camera opened up backstage on the first segment of the evening, directly following Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds’ introduction to the show. The first thing that came into view, earned a pop from the crowd as a single leg in a black boot was seen. Down the length of the front of the boot was the name KUSANAGI in stylized lettering that basically told people ‘hey! I’m Japanese and my gear designer wants you to know it!’ Panning up, the camera sweeps over the bare thigh of the woman wearing the boot and moves up, up, up, catching the familiar ring gear of Angel Kusanagi before stopping directly on her face. Here, it was revealed that Angel was, indeed, in her full ring gear, complete with her entrance haori. The only thing that looked out of place was her reading glasses as she slowly scrolled down on her smartphone. Whatever she’s reading, it makes her raise an eyebrow with interest coming over her face.
“Ahhh…. Sugoi-desu….” She said softly, to nobody in particular. She clicked the lock and center button on her phone, screen capping whatever it was she was looking at.
Shelley Silver walked up to her tag partner, eyebrow raised as she came into view of the camera and earned her own pop from the crowd. She was in her shorts, boots, and bra, but hadn’t finished getting ready for their match later on in the night. “Nani ga sugoi, bū? Lara no miryoku o hikidasu tame no zettai kakujitsuna senjutsu o mitsukemashou ka?” she giggled, giving Angel a nudge.
Angel looked up from the nudge, rolling her eyes dismissively as if whatever Shelley asked, didn’t concern her in the slightest “Dare ga sono yōna gomi no tame no senryaku o hitsuyō to shimasu ka?” Angel said, wrapping an arm around Shelley’s waist to make her lean more comfortable as she turned her attention to her phone with a delighted smirk. “Shinzō ga karada kara torinozoka rete kara 5-funkan wa shinzō ga kodō shi tsudzukeru koto o gozonjidesuka?”
Shelley laughed, shaking her head, “Īe, dekimasendeshita. Anata wa, shinzō ga tomatta nochi mo nō ga 8-funkan katsudō o tsudzukeru koto o shitte imashita ka?” She smirked. Sure, it was bad horror movie knowledge, and she wasn’t even sure that she had the amount of minutes right. Not that it really mattered to either of them. She sighed, “Kore wa hontōdesu. Watashi wa, kanojo ga sore o subete jitsugen suru made, Lara o hitori de saru hitsuyō ga aru to iu, watashi no saisho no shuchō o shiji shimasu. Darekaga watashi no iu koto o kiita koto wa arimasen.”
She took a deep breath, kissing Angel’s cheek, “Watashitachi wa kon'ya totemo tanoshī toki o sugosu tsumoridesu, beibī.”
Angel clicked her lock screen and set her phone aside on the table before turning her full attention to Shelley. For one of those rare instances, the borderline unhinged look was gone and replaced by one of sincerity as she looked at the other woman. “Oi.” Angel said, softly. “Watashi wa anata ni kiite imasu watashi ga inakattara, imanotokoro karera zen'in ga sutorō de tabete itadeshou.” Angel paused and sighed as she looked down at the ground. “Adorianna-chan wa nani ka mondai o kakaete imasuga, shinrai suru yō ni ii tsudzukete imasu. Watashi wa kanojo no atama no naka de nani ga okotte iru no ka wakarimasen.”
The kiss on her cheek drew Angel’s attention up to Shelley again and that characteristic, mischievous smile came across her features again. “Watashitachiha machigainaku sōdesu. Tanoshimi toieba….” Here, she turned sideways on the table she’d been sitting on and hugged Shelley around the neck from the side, tilting her head to the side. “Shiai ga owattara motto tanoshi mitaidesu.” Angel brushed Shelley’s cheek with her finger in a...highly suggestive manner; the Japanese woman looking at the camera briefly before turning back to Shelley. “Anata wa anata ga sonōchi no sukoshinoaida okite iru to omoimasu ka?”
Shelley grinned, “Watashi wa shitte imasu, soshite sore o kansha shimasu. Lara wa jibun no yarikata de monogoto o atsukau hitsuyō ga arimasu. Kanojo ga kega o shinai yō ni suru tame ni, watashitachi wa mina chikaku ni inakereba narimasen.” She paused, lowering her head, “Watashi wa tada…… Adrianna ga sore o teniireta ka dō ka wakaranai…”
She took a deep breath, not wanting to delve into her own personal experience in dealing with grief and what it had lead to on camera, in any language. She then looked to Angel again, licking her lips, “Hai, dōzoyoroshikuonegaishimasu.” She let out a small laugh, “Shiatoru o imamade tanoshinde imasu ka?”
“Soshite sore koso masani watashitachi ga yarou to shite iru kotodesu.” Angel said calmly, in an almost uncharacteristically soothing tone. One she often didn’t show except for with her fellow Unwanted members. “Adrianna-chan wa, ri ni kanatte zenryokuwotsukusu koto o shitte imasu. Sore ga watashitachi ga kainyū suruhitsuyōgāru yōnimierunaraba, watashitachi wa sō surudeshou.” Angel looked up at Shelley with a tiny smirk. “Hai,-sōdesu. Tokuni... Anata to issho ni watashi o misete iru hito to.” She let a giggle escape her. “Anata no oi wa totemo kawaīdesu!” Angel said, leaning into Shelley more.
Shelley nodded, “Gorikai itadaki arigatōgozaimasu. Soshite hai, watashitachiha Adrianna ga sore o konomanai kamo shiremasenga, watashitachiha sono shiai ni me o mukete imasu.” She tilted her head, “Arigatō! Karera wa sōdesu. Watashi wa watashi no otōto wa sono airashī kodomo o tsukuru tame ni kanri shinjiru koto ga dekimasen.”
She looked up, a dreamy look in her eyes, “Watashi wa Ethan to mukiau made matsu koto ga dekimasen. Sore ga owattara... Sore wa, dare ga fusawashī no ka o haaku suru dake no mondaidesu.”
Angel only nodded in response to Shelley’s first remark. She then couldn’t help but giggle, bringing the back of her hand up to her mouth. At last, however, Angel’s demeanor returned to her usual cold, iciness that everyone was used to. She kept her arms around Shelley but looked flatly up at her. “Soshite kare wa fusawashī? Kare wa jibun jishin o sonkeiniataisuru ga bureina kodomo no yō ni kan shaku o nageru hito to yobu.” Angel hopped down off of the table and stood in front of Shelley, reaching down to take her hands and brought them up, wrapping their fingers together. “Anata ga kare no kao o kowasanaide, soshite kare o zen no tame ni damara setanaraba, watashi wa sō surudeshou.”
Shelley laughed, shaking her head, “Resurā to shite? Īe, Ethan wa fusawashiku arimasen. Kyatchi - As - kyatchi - Can no shiai de kare ga tēburu ni nani o motarasu koto ga dekiru ka o mite imasu. Watashi wa kare ni kare no budō ginō o tesuto ni makase sasemasu.” It was true, though. Between his cowardice display the week before and his insistence that gender doesn’t matter in his guest starring appearance in The Game Room, there were a lot of questions when it came to Ethan Skinner. “Watashi wa Clerance Fletcher Townsend to onaji kurai ringu no naka de kare o hakai suru koto ni jishin o motte imasu. Dakarakoso watashi wa motto yoi kyōsō o hitsuyō to shite iru nodesu. Sōdenakereba, watashi wa hontō no chanpion no yō ni kanjiru tsumori wanaidesu.”
Angel made a face as she held onto Shelley’s hands. Her eyes rolled again. “Saidai no hoegoe o dasu inu wa, mottomo yowai kōshō o motte imasu.” Her head tilted to the side and her eyebrows raised as her voice took on a rather cold, mocking tone. “Soshite watashi wa, jishō Maori senshi ga chiwawa no yō ni koshiwoorosu koto ni kidzuita.” Angel stood up on her tiptoes, getting her face right up into Shelley’s, so close their lips almost touched. Her voice dropped to a low whisper that was almost missed by the camera, causing the shot to move in closer. “Kare o yaburi nasai…. Kare o damara se nasai…. Soshite, shin no aite o mitsukemasu…. Tatoe anata ga watashitachi no uchi no hitori o erabanakereba naranai to shite mo.”
Shelley nodded, grinning ear to ear, “Ō, watashi wa kare o yaburu tsumorida. Watashi wa kare ga sorehodo ki ga kurutte iru tame ni nokotte iru mono ga nanimonaikoto o tashikameru tsumoridesu. Watashi wa kare ga kare ga dorehodo yowakute awaredearu ka o misetai.” The hunger in her voice was very apparent as she went on to add on to her response, “Hai, onegaishimasu. Jikai wa josei no taisen aite o motsu koto o keikaku shite imashita. On'nanoko wa sore o umaku yaru.” She leaned in, ready to press her lips to Angel’s while shoving her hand in front of the camera to block it.
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Fire is seen backstage taping up her wrists as she has her headphone in and is preparing for her match as Josh Davison approaches her and Fire looks up and sees the interviewer standing there with a microphone in hand. Fire finishes taping up the wrist she was working on before setting the roll of tape down and removing her headphones.
“Couldn’t you see I was a little busy, Joshy?”
“My apologies. I just wanted to get an update for everyone watching on the status of your tag team partner after the brutal beatdown at the hands of Nostalgia Ultra. How is Ice doing?”
As Josh asks about this, you can see the anger building up inside of Fire just thinking back to last week and the beatdown her and Ice were on the receiving end of that sent Ice to the hospital with a minor neck injury.
“Well, if you must know, Ice is one tough little faerie and something like that isn’t going to keep her down and out for very long. She was advised to take a week off and let her neck heal a little bit, but trust me, next week, she’ll be back and she’ll be looking for a little redemption of her own.”
“Speaking of redemption, the leader of The Kingdom, Jasmine Matthews said there was going to be retaliation tonight on Sex and Violence for what Nostalgia Ultra did to you two last week. Do you have any sort of insight as to what might happen to them?”
Fire just laughs as she hears the next question and she pauses for a moment, thinking about what Jasmine could have planned.
“We’re going to do exactly what we said on social media. We’re going to give them the payback they rightfully deserve for constantly getting up in our fucking business and for them putting Ice in the goddamn hospital. There’s a receipt for each and every one of them and there’s four hospital beds with names on them that these spineless little bitches are going to be laying in by the end of the night.”
“Before you can focus on that though, you have a huge mountain to climb tonight. You find yourself without a partner in the main event tonight where the winning team moves onto Invasion to challenge Nostalgia Ultra for the Women’s Tag Team Championships. What’s your strategy going into this match knowing you don’t have a partner to rely on and tag in if you need to get out of the ring?”
“Look, Joshy, I know this is almost an impossible situation I find myself in tonight. Three other teams, six world class athletic women to compete against and I’m only one girl. The only difference between me and them though, I have more that I’m fighting for tonight. I don’t have my girl out there watching my back, sure, but I have her in spirit and in my heart. I’m doing this for Ice and there’s nothing, and I mean nothing or nobody that is going to stop me from beating the odds and claiming the number one contender’s spot for Ice and me.”
“But, you had the option to choose from another member of The Kingdom that wasn’t Morgan Payne to replace Ice for one night only as your partner. What was going through your head when you decided not to?”
Fire looks at Josh and just laughs as she shakes her head.
“How many times do I have to explain this to people. Seriously, Josh. Jasmine, Sativa, and Lluvia all asked me if I wanted them as my partner for this match and I told them all no because, as much as I love my fellow members of The Kingdom, winning a number one contender’s match with someone that isn’t Ice just didn’t feel right to me. See, Ice and I have been a team since the day we started. We vowed that we would always stick together, that we go on this crazy journey that is being a pro wrestler together and we would climb the ranks of the tag team division of every company we worked for together. I can’t team with anyone else. And if I can’t have Ice in my corner, I’d rather fight this battle on my own because I know that she’s always with me even if she isn’t here physically. Now, get the fuck out of here, I have to finish getting ready.”
“There you have it folks, stay tuned for our main event where we’ll see if Fire can beat the odds and get her and Ice the number one contendership to Nostalgia Ultra’s Women’s Tag Team Titles.”
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[Match #1. Tag Team Match - Crazy Hot v. Nostalgia Ultra (Non-Title)]
~YEAH YEAH YEAH....BLACK PINK IN YOUR AREA!~
The lights go out in the arena, as BlackPink's "Kill This Love" breaks the long silence. The Unwanted logo appears on the video wall before 'Thanos Snapping' into a new name - CRAZY HOT - in bold, neon magenta over a black, barbwire background. The name pulses on the screen as, at 0:14 the Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver comes walking out onto the stage, accompanied by her manager Sloane Cameron. The title around her waist. Shelley casually twirls her nightstick in one hand as she walks into view of the fans, smiling around at them all. She comes to the center of the stage just at the 0:29 mark when Angel Kusanagi comes through the curtain, rolling her neck and shaking her fists at her side, ready for a fight. Shelley looks over her shoulder at her, then grins to the camera with just her eyes. Angel throws a few shadow punches and kicks before running at Shelley from behind and hits a baseball slide, slipping between her legs and pops up on one knee, in front of her in her usual ring-pose. At this point, Shelley Silver moves over to stand beside Angel, reaching down with her nightstick and at 0:43 into the song, places it under Angel's chin, 'commanding' her up to her feet in a slow, sensual motion. Angel rises, stepping in and pressing herself against Shelley. Shelley smiles down at the shorter woman, bringing up her other hand to slowly pull the hood back on Angel's robe. She uses the same hand to trace it along Angel's face as she brings her own in pretty close. Angel seemingly submits, standing with her eyes closed as Shelley gently caresses her face. Their noses brush and their lips almost touch before Angel's eyes open and they both turn towards the ring with smirks on their faces.
~LET'S KILL THIS LOVE~
At 1:10 the two step apart, holding hands until their grips part and they begin down the walkway, moving in pace at the music but now with that sense of purpose they each have.
ARDEN
"On their way to the ring! Being accompanied to the ring by Sloane Cameron!! Representing The Unwanted!! The Leader of the Raindrops AND NFW Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver...and...Angel Kusanagi!! CRAAAAZYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOOTTTT!!!!!!"
Shelley Silver and Angel Kusanagi continue to the ring with Sloane Cameron. Shelley performs her usual entrance into the ring once she ascends the steps. Angel runs up and performs a hop that causes her to slide sideways into the apron, twisting around into a split. The camera conveniently cuts to a backside view of her before switching to the front as she lifts her head with a sadistic, sultry smile on her face from under her hood. Angel slides her legs in behind her, bringing them to a close and rises up backwards onto her feet as Shelley bounces off of the ropes. During a final pass, Angel catches her by the wrist and pulls her in against her with another hand low on Shelley’s back, grinning suggestively up at her. Shelley smirks down at her tag team partner before both woman slowly turn towards the camera. Shelley winks. Angel licks her teeth, and the two move to their corner.
The Internet’s “Get Away” comes over the speakers and the cheers from the crowd immediately turn to boos as Futura Soli and TyAnna Jupiter - Nostalgia Ultra - strut sensually out onto the stage. TyAnna Jupiter turns her back to the ring. She flips her hair over her shoulder and winks to the camera. Beside her, Futura Soli nods with approval, giving a cold smirk as she looks from her tag team partner and girlfriend to the camera and nods. TyAnna turns on her heel and Nostalgia Ultra make their way towards the ring.
ARDEN
"Making their way to the ring!! Representing Sex & Violence! They are the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions!! TyAnna Jupiter...and...Futura Soli. NOSTALGIAAAAAAAA UUUUULTRAAAAAAAA!!!!"
As Nostalgia Ultra reaches the ring, TyAnna and Futura enter the ring in their usual manner. Oozing with confidence. Almost arrogance as they scowl across the ring at the Iron Maidens. Marissa and Morgan Payne leave the ring to allow Nostalgia Ultra to perform their pose. The crowd continues to boo as both women remove their entrance gear. They share a quick kiss to each other as their music fades out.
~DING DING DING~
Futura and Shelly are in the ring as the bell sounds and the two women circle around the ring and Futura is mouthing something to Shelly who doesn’t take too kindly to it as she simply walks in and delivers a hard slap right across the face of Futura who looks at Shelly for a moment before walking in and delivering a forearm of her own to the face of Shelly who just eats it and laughs as she then delivers a knife edge chop to Futura who backs off and Shelly moves in and delivers a second, a third, a fourth and now Futura is in the corner and Shelly just begins to deliver a rapid succession of chops that wears Futura down as she falls into a seated position in the corner. Shelly backs up and points at Futura as she comes charging in and delivers a bronco buster to one half of the Women’s Tag Team Champions.
HANSON
“AND HERE’S SHELLEY SILVER LAYING IT TO FUTURA SOLI!!!”
REYNOLDS
“I wish she’d ride my face like that!”
HANSON
“Oh...my...GOD, JIM!!!!”
Shelly pulls Futura out of the corner and picks her up only to plant her onto the mat once more with a belly to belly suplex before dragging her over to her corner and tagging in Angel. Angel comes in off the tag by climbing to the top rope as Shelly pulls Futura to her feet. Angel jumps off the top rope and delivers a double axe handle to the arm of Futura before Shelly gets out of the ring. Angel though presses the advantage and sends Futura into the corner. Angel comes charging in looking for a back handspring elbow, but Futura moves out of the way and as Angel hits the ropes, Futura grabs Angel and delivers a tornado DDT before going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Futura picks up Angel and whips her into her corner where she tags in TyAnna who comes in and the two women grab Angel and send her into the ropes. Angel comes off the ropes and she’s taken down to the mat with a double backdrop as Futura gets out of the ring and TyAnna presses the advantage by picking Angel up off the mat and delivers a fisherman suplex. TyAnna then gets up and delivers a running senton splash before going for cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
TyAnna picks Angel up and tags Futura back in and the two deliver a tandem leg sweep and roundhouse kick combination as Futura now picks Angel up off the mat and sends her into the ropes. Angel comes off the ropes and as she does, Futura picks her up and delivers flapjack before picking the woman up once again and this time Pink Noise! Futura drops down for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Shelly comes in at the last second and breaks up the pin!!
REYNOLDS
“WHOO! CLOSE ONE THERE, SHELLZ!”
HANSON
“Just barely gets the pin broken up!!”
REYNOLDS
“I wish she’d--”
HANSON
“Jim, shut up!!”
The ref tells Shelly to get back in her corner and she immediately does as she begins hitting the top turnbuckle to get the fans going and get Angel to make it to her corner. Futura though, picks Angel up and puts her in a front chancery, just taunting Angel and Shelly as she stands between Angel and her partner. Angel though tries to power to her corner and she gets just fingertips away before Futura plants her with a swinging bulldog before looking to hit Fade to Pink, but Angel wiggles out of the move and hits a spinning back elbow as both women fall to the mat.
HANSON
“Both women are down!! They need to get the tag to their corners!”
REYNOLDS
“C’mon, Futura!! Get yours before Angel does!!”
HANSON
“Angel’s almost there!!”
Both TyAnna and Shelly are urging their partners to make the tag as Angel begins crawling and clawing her way to her corner. She finally makes it to Shelly and makes the tag! Shelly comes in and Futura makes it to her feet only to be dropped with a shotgun dropkick. Shelly then gets back to her feet and delivers a running forearm to TyAnna that drops her off the apron. As she hits the floor, Angel comes in and charges to that side and delivers Fosbury Flop that takes TyAnna out. Shelly, meanwhile back in the ring as Futura is picked up and she sends Shelly into the ropes, but as she does, Shelly delivers Falling Rain and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here are your winners!! Angel Kusanagi...the Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver...CRAZYYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!”
HANSON
“And Crazy Hot pick up their first victory as a tag team against the Women’s Tag Team Champions!”
REYNOLDS
“I don’t believe that shit, Nicky! Now they get a shot, too?! Wonder if they’ll insert themselves into the tag match at Invasion?”
HANSON
“Well, Shelley has her Silver Mountain Title defense against Ethan Skinner but we know she’s not one to shy away from double duty!”
REYNOLDS
“Or even triple duty. I have to give her more kudos for that one. Holy fucking shit, woman.”
HANSON
“Absolutely, Jim. Well, folks, we’ve got two title matches, as always here on Collision. The Television Championships. Let’s take it back now to check in with one of those champions. The Women’s Television Champion, Eavan Maloney and the man who will be challenging for Chris Wolfe’s TV Title, later tonight, “The Demon Prince”, Anton Crowley!”
Winners: Crazy Hot
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:22
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The view faded in only to reveal the parking lot of the Key Arena in Seattle, Washington where the rays of the sun were bouncing off of the small puddles that decorated the ground. Emerging from a rental car, grabbing her bag from the front passenger seat, was Lluvia Cane who had fixed her hair as well as her lipstick. She had changed her tank top to a lavender shirt as well as a dry pair of jeans, and the Cherokee Princess rolled her eyes when she saw another camera guy. “I can’t say that I’m surprised another camera guy was sent out here to meet me. After my little display earlier this evening, I’m surprised that I don’t have a camera guy following me 24/7 now.”
The dark haired beauty chuckled as she adjusted the strap of her bag, making her way towards the arena door as she did so. “So what’s the deal with them sending you out to me? Poor guy from a few hours ago shit his pants after the little storm that passed through?” “Oh...I’m not really sure Ms. Cane...they just told me to come out here to greet you.” Lluvia laughed as she opened the door and walked into the arena, her boots slightly echoing as they hit the arena floor. She had a feeling that the camera guy from earlier in the evening had gotten terrified and refused to work with her again.
“I won’t be surprised if his pansy ass just couldn’t handle working with me again; I do tend to have that effect on people just so you’re warned.” Lluvia smirked when she looked at the other camera guy to gauge his reaction though she was surprised when she saw that he seemed unphased by it. “So Ms. Cane-” “I get the respect those above you at work crap, but I swear if people don’t stop calling me Ms. Cane, I’m liable to smack the taste buds out of someone’s mouth. My name is Lluvia, I can’t stand being called Ms. Cane. Make sure that gets spread to the appropriate people when we’re done here.” The camera guy nodded with an apologetic look on his face and looked as if he was about to speak again, but Lluvia didn’t give him a chance to. “And I guess no one told you that I don’t do interviews if I can help it, so here’s a word of advice...don’t try to ask me about my match against Eavan as if this is an interview. Otherwise, if you choose to ignore me, I’ll just end this little charade right here and now.”
The camera guy nodded once more, the apologetic look back on his face. “Now then, let’s continue this little journey, walk, whatever you want to call it to The Kingdom’s locker room.” The two of them continued down the hallway for a moment, nothing being said though there was no lack of noise thanks to everyone getting ready for the show. “Eavan...when we meet in the ring later, everything goes out of the window. Nothing is going to matter when that bell rings. The Kingdom will stay in the back, and the celebration when I bring the Women’s Television Championship home where it truly belongs. I’m a generational wrestler...my mom, my dad, and 2 of my uncles are just examples of talent and skill running through my veins.” Lluvia held a light smirk on her face as she glanced at the camera before going back to watching where she was going.
“If you think tonight will be an easy match,whether it’s from you doubting my skills or you thinking I’m going to go easy on you from a respect standpoint or even because you have history, in a way, with The Collective then you’re dead wrong. Nothing is going to change the fact that I’m going to take you down for the 1...2...3.” The Cherokee Princess went quiet for a minute or two again, maneuvering through people until they got to the door of The Kingdom’s private locker room. “I’ll see you in the ring, Eavan, but I’ll be leaving you flat on your back with me standing over you and holding that championship. See you soon.” The scene faded out as Lluvia opened the door and stepped into the locker room to get changed and prepared for her match.
The dark haired beauty chuckled as she adjusted the strap of her bag, making her way towards the arena door as she did so. “So what’s the deal with them sending you out to me? Poor guy from a few hours ago shit his pants after the little storm that passed through?” “Oh...I’m not really sure Ms. Cane...they just told me to come out here to greet you.” Lluvia laughed as she opened the door and walked into the arena, her boots slightly echoing as they hit the arena floor. She had a feeling that the camera guy from earlier in the evening had gotten terrified and refused to work with her again.
“I won’t be surprised if his pansy ass just couldn’t handle working with me again; I do tend to have that effect on people just so you’re warned.” Lluvia smirked when she looked at the other camera guy to gauge his reaction though she was surprised when she saw that he seemed unphased by it. “So Ms. Cane-” “I get the respect those above you at work crap, but I swear if people don’t stop calling me Ms. Cane, I’m liable to smack the taste buds out of someone’s mouth. My name is Lluvia, I can’t stand being called Ms. Cane. Make sure that gets spread to the appropriate people when we’re done here.” The camera guy nodded with an apologetic look on his face and looked as if he was about to speak again, but Lluvia didn’t give him a chance to. “And I guess no one told you that I don’t do interviews if I can help it, so here’s a word of advice...don’t try to ask me about my match against Eavan as if this is an interview. Otherwise, if you choose to ignore me, I’ll just end this little charade right here and now.”
The camera guy nodded once more, the apologetic look back on his face. “Now then, let’s continue this little journey, walk, whatever you want to call it to The Kingdom’s locker room.” The two of them continued down the hallway for a moment, nothing being said though there was no lack of noise thanks to everyone getting ready for the show. “Eavan...when we meet in the ring later, everything goes out of the window. Nothing is going to matter when that bell rings. The Kingdom will stay in the back, and the celebration when I bring the Women’s Television Championship home where it truly belongs. I’m a generational wrestler...my mom, my dad, and 2 of my uncles are just examples of talent and skill running through my veins.” Lluvia held a light smirk on her face as she glanced at the camera before going back to watching where she was going.
“If you think tonight will be an easy match,whether it’s from you doubting my skills or you thinking I’m going to go easy on you from a respect standpoint or even because you have history, in a way, with The Collective then you’re dead wrong. Nothing is going to change the fact that I’m going to take you down for the 1...2...3.” The Cherokee Princess went quiet for a minute or two again, maneuvering through people until they got to the door of The Kingdom’s private locker room. “I’ll see you in the ring, Eavan, but I’ll be leaving you flat on your back with me standing over you and holding that championship. See you soon.” The scene faded out as Lluvia opened the door and stepped into the locker room to get changed and prepared for her match.
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We cut backstage where Eavan Maloney and Anton Crowley are stretching before their matches. Eavan’s title lays on a bench beside her.
“Tonight is a big night for us, babe. We were announced into the Burning Hearts tournament, and tonight, we get to be the first couple in New Frontier Wrestling history to hold the Television Titles at the same time.”
“And we will do so. House Crowley will be on their televisions every week to spread the message of dominance in darkness.”
“Either way tonight goes, we will do that. And I guess it makes sense that Lluvia stepped up. The Kingdom, though, I don’t trust them.”
“Nor should you. They seem rather adamant to take you and the rest of Sex & Violence after what they did to Lilith.”
Eavan pauses a second.
“I know, and if somebody did that to any of mine, I’d react the same way. You’ve seen my rage, and I’ll always have that. I’ve just learned to channel it better, I think. It’s hard to stand on the edge of hypocrisy at times. All I can do is my best and whatever happens, happens. I’m not a bad person, am I?”
Anton walks over to hold her, stroking her hair behind her ear.
“You are exactly who you are meant to be. You have a voice again, and that scares people. People get intimidated by women with conviction. At your core, you have remained true to yourself. Projecting that, when you haven’t before, jars people. You are not a bad person, you are doing for you, for us. The ones who may be opposed to you fall to their defensive because they know they can’t treat you as their doormat anymore. You are stronger than the Kingdom, stronger than even Sex & Violence. Don’t let any of them break you.”
Eavan nods and picks up her title and puts it around her waist.
“Let’s get your title, and put this place on notice.”
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[Match #2. Singles Match - “The Cherokee Princess” Lluvia Cane v. “The Demon Warrior” Eavan Maloney © ]
The camera jumps back to ringside where Roger Arden stands in the ring with his microphone.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!!”
"Lucifer's Angel" 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.
REYNOLDS
“God-fucking-damn….”
HANSON
“You hush, Jim.”
ARDEN
“Making her way to the ring at this time is the challenger! From Laredo, Texas! Representing The Kingdom! She is The Cherokee Princess...LLUVIAAAAAAAAAAAAA CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!”
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.
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”
Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit and poses with one hand raised with devil horns.
“This is game time, an insane time, let the madness fly
Show them strength that just can’t be defied
Find the power to devour, let the beast inside now be woken”
ARDEN
“Introducing her opponent! Being escorted to the ring by The Demon Prince, Anton Crowley! Representing Sex & Violence. From Ocean City, New Jersey! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion! EAVAAAAAAAAAN MALOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!”
They walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to boos from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.
“In this world only the strong will survive
Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive
Feel the energy build in your soul ‘cause it’s time”
Maloney and Crowley stand in the ring as the tron shows their logo of House Crowley. Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off Crowley’s shoulders. They touch foreheads before Crowley exits the ring.
Eavan and Lluvia are in the ring as the ref holds the Women’s TV Title up to present it to the audience before handing it to the time keeper and calling for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
The two women are having a war or words as this is happening and as the bell sounds, Lluvia is first to charge in with a double leg takedown and drop the champion to the mat and start raining down left and rights to Eavan. Eavan eventually finds a way to get out of the predicament, but Lluvia doesn’t stop there. She reaches down and grabs Eavan by the wrist and helps her to her feet, once Eavan is to her feet, Lluvia pulls her in and delivers a short armed clothesline that drops Eavan. Lluvia then just begins to repeatedly stomp away at Eavan who smartly rolls out of harm's way and eventually out to the floor.
HANSON
“And there goes the champ! Taking a breather outside the ring!”
REYNOLDS
“Gotta regather the thoughts, sometimes, Nicky!”
Eavan tries to catch her breath, trying to regain her composure, but that doesn’t last long at all as Lluvia comes flying through the ropes and spearing Eavan back first into the barricade with a suicide dive. The crowd cheers for Lluvia who acknowledges them before grabbing Eavan and driving her repeatedly back first into the ring. Lluvia then looks to send Eavan into the ring post, but Eavan reverses it and Lluvia hits face first into the ring post. Eavan follows up by rolling into the ring and breaking up the count before rolling back out and grabbing Lluvia and sending her back first into the barricade before following it up with a monkey flip that causes Lluvia to hit the ring post back first this time. Eavan grabs her challenger and rolls her back into the ring. Eavan gets in behind Lluvia and immediately goes for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Eavan picks Lluvia up and sends her into the corner. Luvia hits the corner back first and as she does, Eavan comes charging in and delivers a running shoulder tackle to the midsection of Lluvia doubling her over before following it up a European uppercut. Eavan then snapmares Lluvia out of the corner and delivers a dropkick right to the back of her opponent before climbing up to the top rope and hitting a frog splash and going for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Eavan once again climbs to the top rope and she launches herself, looking to deliver Twisted Demon, but Lluvia gets her knees up at the last second, driving them into Eavan. Lluvia gets to the rops and uses them to help her get back up to her feet and as she does, Eavan is getting up, but Lluvia comes charging in and hits a big boot before following it up by hitting the ropes and delivering a leg drop and goes for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Lluvia now climbs to the top rope and as she does, launches herself and delivers a diving headbutt that connects square to Eavan’s chest. Lluvia then picks Eavan up and looks to hit Angelic Rebellion, but Eavan ducks under the move and grabs Lluvia and delivers an exploder suplex before transitioning into the Krigare Lock!
REYNOLDS
“HOLY SHIT, LOOK AT THAT!!!”
HANSON
“KRIGARE LOCK IS IN!!! CAN CANE WORK HER WAY OUT OF IT?! OR CAN SHE GET TO THE ROPES?!”
REYNOLDS
“SHE’S TRYING, NICKY!!!!”
Lluvia struggles and tries to fight to the ropes, but as she gets just a couple of inches away, Eavan shifts her weight and rolls Lluvia back to the center of the ring. Lluvia continues to fight for as long as she can, though, but eventually, she has no choice but to tap out.
~DING DING DING~
“Immortalized” by Disturbed fills the arena as Eavan immediately lets Lluvia out of the Krigare Lock and gets to her feet as Lluvia rolls out of the ring. Eavan raises her fist into the air as she takes the Women’s TV Title from the referee.
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! Aaaaaaaaaand STILL...the NFW Women’s Television Champion!!!! EAVAAAAAAAAAAAN MALOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!”
Winner: Eavan Maloney (Still Champion)
Result: Submission
Time: 17:12
After the match was over Eavan walks backwards up the rampway with one hand over the title over her right shoulder. She looked a bit worse for wear from the match. When she reaches the stage portion of the ramp the fans suddenly break into a huge sea of boos on each side of the rampway.
HANSON
"Well, hard fought match by Eavan Maloney and Lluvia Cane! Kudos to both!"
REYNOLDS
"The hell are these idiots going on about? They don't know a good match when they see one?"
From the crowd on each side of the ramp come Christina of Fire and Ice from one side. From the other side jumped Morgan Payne and Sativa Nevaeh. The fans rained down boos on the group as they stare up at Eavan and to her credit, as she said she would, she stands her ground staring at them as Lluvia walks up the ramp to join Christina.
HANSON
"It’s the Kingdom!! Aw now, wait a minute. They said they were gonna be seeking payback. But...c’mon, now. Eavan just had a match. She’s not ready for a fight!"
REYNOLDS
"She looks like she is, to me, Nicky! If they’re here, though, where the fuck is their so called Queen?"
Almost as if on cue Eavan suddenly bows forward, the pain clear on her face and staggers forward as the four women in front of her close in on her in a V pattern. Behind her, as she falls, is revealed Jasmine Matthews in a her red ring gear holding the handle of a sledgehammer like a baseball bat.
HANSON
“OH!!! LOOK OUT!! ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE, I GUESS!”
REYNOLDS
“The fuck did she just hit her with?!”
HANSON
“I don’t know! Is that a...that...is that a club?! No, it’s some sort of handle!”
The girls descend on Eavan as a single unit of Vultures. Each of them rained down boots and punches while Eavan does her best to cover herself from the barrage but her head was still fuzzy from the brutal shot to the back of the head.
HANSON
“Enough is enough! This has to stop!"
REYNOLDS
"Where is security, Nicky?! Get somebody out here, now!"
Eavan is pulled to her feet by Lluvia and Christina and turns blasting Christina in the head with the title belt then turns and throws right hands at Lluvia, Sativa and Morgan. She does her best to keep them off with the belt until a red boot comes into frame catching her in the back of the skull with an Ice Cold.
Eavan falls forward, her eyes rolled back in her head from such a brutal kick to the back of the skull where Sativa and Morgan catch her from each side and bring her up driving her limp body back of the head and shoulders first into the steel ring ramp.
HANSON
“C'mon, now!! Again!! Enough is enough!!"
REYNOLDS
"Where is security?! We need these goddamn Kingdom bitches thrown outta here!!"
Together the five women half yanked and half dragged Eavan to the edge of the stage. They pull her up and leave her on two shaky legs. The girls all look at one another and than together as one all five of them, in a circle around Eavan arch into superkicks that take her in a different part of the face and throw her off the stage, sending her through stacks of tables and excess equipment.
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!!! OH DEAR GOD!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“ARE THEY OUTTA THEIR GODDAMN MIND?!”
HANSON
“Superkicks from The Kingdom and the Women’s TV Champion goes off the stage!!! We need some help out here NOW!!!!”
As quickly as it started the Kingdom was gone and the officials came storming out. Security looking confused by the Kingdom’s sudden departure and medical teams checking on the motionless Eavan.
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Vincent Stone v. Wyld Stallion]
Parkway Drive's "The Void" suddenly explodes through the speakers of the arena as the lights turn red and white, indicating a member of The Great White North. The crowd erupts as the curtain flies open and Wyld Stallion comes walking through, powerfully and confidently in his red and white themed gear and mask. The young up and comer looks extremely confident as he makes his way out onto the stage and points to the crowd, throwing his hands up to make them get louder before starting down the ramp, pumping his fist at his side.
ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your main event and is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first...representing the Great White North...from Canada!! WYYYYYYYLD.....STALLIIIIIIIIIOOOONNNN!!!!!"
Wyld Stallion makes it to the ring and hops up onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and soaking in more of the welcoming crowd's attention before he turns to watch the stage with an intense stare, awaiting his opponent.
"Downfall" begins to play and the lighting dims, taking a white and hint of blue effect around the arena. At the point where the lyrics begin, Vincent Stone throws the curtain open and comes walking out onto the stage. At first, he walks to either end of the stage, acknowledging the fans and pointing out ones who are wearing his merchandise or holding a sign for him in appreciation. Finally, he walks to the center of the stage at the head of the ramp and beats on his chest with one fist, throwing his head back with a pumped up yell, timed with the point of the song where the singer screams. Stone then twists around once and throws a punch at the air, causing his pyro to explode on either side of him as he walks towards the ring.
ARDEN
“His opponent!! From Orlando, Florida!! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds! VINCEEEEEEEEEENT STOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!”
He slaps a few hands on one side of the ramp with one hand, but his main focus is on the opponent in the ring. His face says it all: he's ready for a fight and he doesn't fear them. Stone stops by the steps, usually pausing to let a parent take a selfie with him and their kid. He puts one arm around the kid and raises his fist up under their chin with a playful smirk before turning serious again and ascending the steps, climbing to the top turnbuckle from the outside. Stone pauses to look around at the crowd before extending his arms out to the side, fists clenched. Shades of his childhood favorite, Scott Levy b.k.a Raven. After this, he hops down from the turnbuckle, landing in a roll inside the ring, popping up onto his feet in the center of the ring and pointing at his opponent. Not as a sign of taunting or disrespect, but as a respectful command: 'Give me your best.' He backs up towards his corner, promptly removing his beanie and shirt, tossing them into the crowd before proceeding to hop on the balls of his feet, rolling his wrists.
~DING DING DING~
At the sound of the bell, Vincent Stone and Wyld Stallion come out of their corners and meet in the center. To the cheer of the crowd, the two men exchange a handshake before stepping back and going into their ready stances. The two circled around the mat then, watching one another carefully as the crowd anticipated the first move between two promising future legends. After the two took a moment to gauge each other, they stepped in and locked up, collar and elbow. Within seconds, Wyld Stallion had a position behind Vincent Stone, locking his arms around his waist but Stone was able to get his arm down under Stallion's so that he could try and power his way out by forcing the masked man's arms away. When he had his arms far enough out, he clutched one wrist and twisted his way out of the grapple with an arm wrench, torquing Wyld Stallion's arm. However, Stallion flipped himself forward to release the pressure and came in low, sweeping Stone's feet out from under him with his free arm. As Stone went down, Stallion stepped over his arm, twisting and going for an arm bar but Stone rolled back and up onto his feet. He pulled Stallion in to administer a headlock but Stallion broke free, shoving Stone forward and into the ropes. Vincent Stone rebounded off of them and came in as Wyld Stallion went for a back hand chop. Stone ducked underneath and rushed the other side of the ring, flipping forward into a handspring and ricocheting back off of the ropes. As he flipped back, Stallion rolled forward, evading Stone and popped up onto one knee, facing the man as Stone landed on his feet and they two locked eyes with one another. Fans immediately applauded, with some even standing up on their feet.
HANSON
"Look - at - that!!"
REYNOLDS
"Exchanges like that never get old, Nicky!! Doesn't even matter if it's some idiot from the Great White North and a two-bit loser!"
HANSON
"Can't say anything nice about anyone, can you?"
REYNOLDS
"Not true! Have you seen our Women's Champion? She's gorgeous!"
HANSON
"I knew you were gonna go there."
Again, Wyld Stallion and Vincent Stone locked up with one another. This time, it was Wyld Stallion who went for the arm wrench, focusing right on that left arm of Stone's - the same one that Tyler Grey had almost injured. Doctors said he was 100% but that didn't mean he didn't feel a little extra pain over a still tender limb. Stallion continued to add torque before bringing a forearm down on the shoulder. Stone reeled, yelling out in pain with each strike until he managed to roll himself forward to release pressure. Holding onto Stallion's wrist now, he yanked the man in for a short arm shoulder tackle. Somewhat of a bad idea, since he had to use that left shoulder to ram with and it only ended up hurting him more. Wyld Stallion tried to capitalize, Irish Whipping Stone into the ropes. When Stone came off, Stallion hit him with a hip toss, followed by a quick dropkick to the back as he sat up. Stallion quickly went in for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Wyld Stallion sat up, nodding in understanding that it was too early to try and put his opponent away. He picked Vincent Stone up by his hair. From there, Stallion started working him over with stiff backhand chops across the chest and kicks to the thighs. These were mixed in with technical grapples and takedowns that were straight out of the Scott Leroiux handbook. Technical wrestling at its finest, went on display as Wyld Stallion continued to show more of his skill and technique that had him looking rather impressive for being a relative rookie on the scene. At least, here in the States, anyway. As the match continued on, however, Vincent Stone showed that he intended to do just as he had promised the world and NFW on social media. Remind everyone just who he was and prove that a month of time off didn't mean a damn thing in terms of staying ready to compete. Ring rust wasn't even a considerable factor for him as he had continued to train as much as he could to remain in peak condition. His shoulder may have still been tender but his legs were fine, as shown when he started delivering stiff kicks to the body and legs of Wyld Stallion. Strong Style kicks and forearm strikes that he specialized in. Once Wyld Stallion began to look like he was wearing down, Stone began pulling out the grapples, Irish Whipping the younger man off of the ropes and hitting a drop toe hold, causing Stallion to fall face first and eat mat. As Stallion clutched his face, Stone was up on his feet and coming off the ropes, running in for a low basement dropkick, sending Stallion over onto his back. Stone quickly moved forward and hooked the leg for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Vincent Stone got to his knees, feeding Wyld Stallion a stiff forearm to keep him rocked. As Stallion sat up again, Stone came off of the ropes from behind him, cartwheeling over his head, landing in front of him and hitting another basement dropkick square to the chest before going for another cover.
HANSON
"OHH!!!! Cartwheel dropkick!! That's a favorite of Stone's and this might be it!"
REYNOLDS
"Could be!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
But Wyld Stallion kicked out again, causing Vincent Stone to shoot up onto his knees with a look of frustration on his face. He looked up at the referee and held up one hand, alternating between two and three fingers. Which was it? Two? Okay. Stone made a frustrated face but nodded that he accepted the referee's decision.
HANSON
"Hey, Vincent Stone might be a little frustrated but you gotta give him and Wyld Stallion credit. They are putting on a clinic here!"
REYNOLDS
"Stallion's got skill. I just hate that stupid mask. We've got enough weirdos around here, as it is! And Stone? I agree with Tyler Grey. He needs to find a little more killer instinct and stop being such a bitch if he wants to make it far in this sport!"
HANSON
"Hey, he's been putting it all out here, tonight. Don't you knock him!"
REYNOLDS
"I will knock him, Nicky! He needs to buck up a little if he wants to succeed!"
HANSON
"You're saying this about one half of a tag team that holds the Mixed Tag Team Championship, Jim. Real observant."
REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky!"
Picking Stallion up to his feet, Stone hooked an arm over Stallion’s head, setting him up for the Fatality. The crowd began to pop as Vincent Stone called for his Finishing Move, quickly drawing a thumb across his throat. The crowd called it out with him--
“FINISH HIM!!”
As Vincent Stone went to complete the set up, however, Wyld Stallion managed to block the attempt and reacted with a stiff knee to the midsection. Stone staggered on his feet but Stallion kept ahold of him in the suplex hold and hoisted the man up with his legs around his waist.
HANSON
“Whoa!! Wait a minute!”
REYNOLDS
“What’s he going for here?!”
With a quick toss, Wyld Stallion tossed Stone up, turning the suplex attempt into a stunning sitout powerbomb to the shock of the crowd!!”
HANSON
“WOW!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“HOLY CRAP!!!”
Immediately hopping to his feet, Wyld Stallion quickly climbed to the top turnbuckle and delivered a Shooting Star Press onto Vincent Stone, hooking the leg for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner…...WYYYYYYYLD…..STAAAAALLIIIIIIIIIONNN!”
HANSON
“And another victory for Wyld Stallion!! This time, over Vincent Stone!!”
REYNOLDS
“You see that fucking maneuver at the end?! That powerbomb?!”
HANSON
“Very impressive!”
As Parkway Drive’s “The Void” fills the arena again, Wyld Stallion celebrates energetically around the ring, jumping up onto a turnbuckle and playing to the crowd. After he’s had enough, he comes to the center of the ring as Vincent Stone gets to his feet. Once he has Stone’s attention, Stallion mouths something to him - most likely kudos to a great match, based on their previous interactions - and holds out a hand.
HANSON
“Stallion promised this match would end with a handshake. Win, lose, or draw on his end.”
Despite looking dejected at his loss, Vincent Stone nods in response, walking right up to Wyld Stallion and clasps his hand in the handshake before pulling him in for a hug. Stone then turns to the crowd, raising Stallion’s arm up and points, calling for them to keep cheering for the man.
Winner: Wyld Stallion
Result: Pinfall
Time: 18:33
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The camera shifts to the backstage area to find Futura and Jupiter finally arriving back at their locker room after checking on Eavan. They walk in discussing what just happened to their team mate. They no sooner closed the door than the bathroom door slammed shut revealing Jasmine Matthews behind it. The side door to the other hallway slammed shut as well revealing Sativa Nevaeh, Jasmine holding that sledgehammer handle and Sativa holding a Kendo stick.
REYNOLDS
“What the HELL?!”
HANSON
“Aww, now wait a minute! You’ve gotta be kidding me! First Eavan Maloney and now the Women’s Tag Team Champions?!”
REYNOLDS
“Where’s the rest of the Kingdom, Nicky? I don’t like this!”
The two women both turn and bolt the same way they had come. Futura no sooner passes the door than from the side of the doorway comes the blunt end of a Kendo stick swung by Lluvia Cane. Futura staggers out the door doubles over and from the other side of the door a chair, in the hands of Morgan Payne is swung catching Jupiter clean in the face.
HANSON
“WHOA!! LOOK OUT!! There’s your answer, Jim Reynolds!!”
REYNOLDS
“Fucking great!! Now where’s security at, so we can get them outta here?! You can’t treat your champions like this!!”
HANSON
“It’s not about championships, Jim! You heard Jasmine Matthews! This is all repercussion for Nostalgia Ultra attacking Fire & Ice last week! She said all of Sex & Violence will suffer!”
Sativa swings hard from behind taking Jupiter in the back of the knees sending her down to a knee while Jasmine palms the head of the slab of wood and brings it down between the woman’s shoulder blades without mercy or warning.
HANSON
“Good god! Somebody's gotta stop this!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Where is security?!"
The sound of the Kendo stick and the chair swing out one after another as Morgan and Lluvia take turns laying them into Futura one after another. One in the back and the other into the lower back.
HANSON
“This is insane, Jim!”
REYNOLDS
“This looks like a gang attack, Jim! We already had Gang Warfare! What the hell?! Somebody get security in here!”
Sativa mounts Jupiter’s back and begins to choke her out using the Kendo stick while Jasmine steps through the door. She pulls Futura up and holds her in place by the hair whole Lluvia and Morgan each rush her and hit a dual spear sending her into the tables and wall on the other side of the hallway.
Finally Christina comes fuming into frame, staring through the door at Jupiter.
HANSON
“Aw no, what now?!"
REYNOLDS
"Somebody stop these goddamn lunatics!!"
Morgan and Lluvia drag Futura out of the rubble by the hair and drag her to the middle of the hallway where they hold her down facing the door. Together Sativa and Jasmine drag Jupiter toward the doorway until only her head is in the doorway. Christina never says a word staring down at the woman.
REYNOLDS
“What are they doing now, Nicky?”
HANSON
“Ohhhh, I don’t like this, Jim!”
REYNOLDS
“I don’t like the look on Christina Olson’s face! In her eyes!”
Futura watches as Christina takes the door in both hands and slams it closed on Jupiters head, then a second time and a third time. After the third Jasmine screams “Enough!” and Christina backs away panting in rage.
HANSON
“My GOD!!!! TyAnna Jupiter with her head between that door!!!"
REYNOLDS
"These women are gonna kill somebody, Nicky!!!"
Sativa and Jasmine pull the twitching Jupiter into the locker room before coming out to the hallway. Morgan and Lluvia pull Futura to her feet before the five of them take her and launch her face first into the door. She hits the door full force throwing it open and rolling inside landing next to the unconscious Jupiter.
Jasmine turns to the camera and her face twists into an angry beastial scowl.
"MESSAGE SENT!"
She comes forward and grabs the camera asking clearly.
“Do we need to SEND IT AGAIN?!"
She shoves the camera away and the five women walk down the hallway together as the medical team appears again rushing through the bloody door to check on the two women brutalized inside the room.
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[Match #4. Singles Match - Kyle Smalls v. “The Slasher” Eddy Poe]
"Yeah!" starts to play as Kyle Smalls runs out onto the stage. His twin sister Kimi walks out, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as Kyle starts dancing. After only a few seconds, Kimi smirks and starts to dance with her brother. Right off the bat, it shows that they are both experienced hip-hop dancers. They make their way down the ramp together, high-fiving the fans and yelling out "Yeah!" every time that the song does, pumping their fists in the air as they do so, some of the fans start following suit.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Being accompanied to the ring by his twin sister, Kimi. Coming to us from Sleepy Hollow, New York and weighing in at 185 lbs... Kyle Smalls!”
Kyle dances his way to the ring and climbs up the steps. He holds open the bottom rope for Kimi to step in before he follows her. The twin siblings dance in the ring together for a bit before the music fades out. Kyle then takes off his sunglasses and leather vest, giving them to Kimi before holding the bottom ropes open for her once more then starts bouncing off of the ropes, preparing himself for the match.
~You're all gonna die!~
With the sound of an actual chainsaw cranking up inside the arena, Motogrator's "Suffocate" rips through the speakers, filling the arena. The chainsaw, however, comes from the stage as the red lights illuminate "The Slasher" Eddy Poe as he raises and revvs the saw over his head. He steps off of the stage and immediately goes into the infamous "Chainsaw Dance" made famous from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise. Eddy spins and swings the chainsaw around in a wild rage. At the right camera angle here and there, he appears to have a few close calls with the front row audience, making his unique entrance even more terrifying.
ARDEN
"His opponent!!! From Battle Creek, Michigan!! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds!!! Making his NFW debut!! THHEEEE SLLLLASHEEEEERRRR!!! EDDYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOE!!!"
Halfway down the aisle, Eddy Poe stalks towards the ring with a purpose, watching the ring intensely as he reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. As soon as Eddy’s up onto his feet, he goes into another violent, terrifying chainsaw dance before stopping and sneering at the camera. Finally, he moves to his corner and sets his chainsaw down, cutting it off and turning towards the opposite corner to his opponent.
~DING DING DING~
Just as they had began with their mixed tag match in their first meeting, Kyle Smalls and Eddy Poe circled the ring, in the center. Kyle kept his feet moving to stay quick on his toes while Eddy moved slow and methodical, showing a little of his martial arts discipline just out of movement and posture alone. He may have been known as The Slasher of professional wrestling, but others often forgot that his training outside of wrestling was what made him truly terrifying. Kyle seemed to remember this, well enough, as he didn't rush head on into a battle with the bigger man. When the action finally started, Eddy feigned a lunge at Kyle, causing the latter to almost try and juke under his arms. Eddy looked ready to catch him but Kyle stopped himself and smirked at his opponent. Close but no cigar. Unlike the last time, however, Eddy wasn't smirking, even in a devilish manner. He really was in as bad of a mood as he had claimed to be and he closed in slowly, beginning to clearly be trying to box Kyle in towards a corner as he strafed from side to side to keep Kyle from simply circling as he closed in on him. When Kyle realized what Eddy was doing, he made to an opening on one side to try and get out of the narrow spot Eddy had boxed him into. The Slasher caught Kyle around the neck with both hands and flung him into the corner before rushing in and beginning to unload on him with vicious jabs and knees. The referee warned Eddy about closed fists so Poe switched to open hand chops and forearms, beating Kyle into the corner as if he were the object of all of his recent frustration.
REYNOLDS
"Good god, Nicky!! Looks like Poe brought a can of whup ass with him!"
HANSON
"No kidding! A whole six-pack! And he's giving it all to Kyle Smalls!"
After several blows laid into Kyle Smalls, Eddy Poe dragged him out of the corner and lifted him up for a vertical suplex. Eddy stalled with Kyle lifted up for several seconds, letting that blood rush to Kyle's brain before he fell back and brought him crashing to the mat. Eddy rolled himself back over Kyle for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
As Eddy sat up with a vicious sneer on his face, he finally smiled as if delighted in the pain he was bringing to his opponent. Kyle, meanwhile, reeled, slowly rolling over onto his side as he went to get up. Eddy was already on his feet and grabbing a hold of Kyle to 'help' him up before lifting him up over head in a Gorilla Press. Before Eddy could follow through, however, Kyle began to wriggle and squirm until he managed to drop down from Eddy's grasp and caught the Slasher around the head, snapping him down into a counter DDT. Eddy's body rebounded up before hitting the mat face down as Kyle scrambled to his feet. As Eddy pushed himself up onto his knees, Kyle came off of the ropes, delivering a dropkick to the larger man, knocking him back to the mat. Kyle went for a quick cover, hooking the leg.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Kyle huffed, immediately pulled Eddy up and hooked him up for another DDT. This time, Eddy grabbed him around the waist and countered with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pinfall.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Kyle managed to kick out and slip away from Eddy before coming off of the ropes again and hitting him with another dropkick. Eddy snapped back down to the mat again, as Kyle felt like he was on a roll, by now. He began dancing in the middle of the ring, doing what looked like a modified Running Man as he began to sing "Drop It Like It's Hot" as Eddy started getting to his feet. After a few seconds, the crowd in the front rows started getting into it, some even clapping their hands overhead.
HANSON
"Dance party, Jim!"
REYNOLDS
"Hell no!"
"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!"
"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!"
"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!"
"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!"
REYNOLDS
"Somebody shut these fucking people up, Nicky!"
As Eddy Poe got back to his feet, he stumbled back around right into Kyle Smalls, who popped the bigger man up for an Atomic Drop. Eddy Poe reeled, grimacing as Kyle Smalls threw a finger up into the air, calling for something big.
"Y'all ain't ready for this!!"
He called out before running off the ropes and back at Eddy. Eddy Poe suddenly reached out, however, catching Kyle in his dash and whipped him around like a proverbial child, DRILLING him with a Black Hole Slam!! Eddy Poe immediately fell back into a sitting position, looking at Kyle and shaking his head, fuming through his exhaustion.
HANSON
"And Kyle Smalls takes a Black Hole Slam and it's gonna stop his momentum, right there!!"
REYNOLDS
"Hell yeah! I think I might be starting to like Eddy!"
Rather than going for a pin, however, Eddy got to his feet and grabbed Kyle by the hair, pulling him up slowly to his knees. Without saying a word, Eddy set Kyle up for what looked like a powerbomb, but instead reached under his arms and hooked his legs, lifting him up to deliver a devastatingly stuff, Enter The Bad Place.
HANSON
"OHHHH!!! ENTER THE BAD PLACE!! That Package Piledriver of Eddy Poe's! This match has to be over!"
REYNOLDS
"That was BRUTAL, Nicky!!"
Eddy Poe didn't seem finished, however. Instead of going for the pin, he got back up and picked Kyle up to his feet again. Bending him down again, Eddy Poe repositioned him to deliver a second Enter The Bad Place!! The crowd reacted emphatically as Kyle Smalls slumped motionless on the mat. Finally, Eddy Poe went for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--
But Eddy Poe stopped the count, pulling Kyle Smalls shoulders off of the mat, shaking his head. No, he wasn't done. Instead, he got to his feet and set Kyle up again.
REYNOLDS
"No way, he's not gonna...."
HANSON
"He's got him beat! He can end it, right here!"
Eddy Poe didn't seem to wanna end it, though. Instead, what he wanted to do, was set Kyle Smalls up and deliver a third Enter The Bad Place to Kyle Smalls.
REYNOLDS
"A THIRD one, Nicky? This guy's gone mental!"
By now, Kyle Smalls was laid out, completely unconscious on the mat. Still, Eddy picked the limp young man back up to his feet and set him up again for Enter The Bad Place. This time the referee intervened as he seemed to notice something about the way Kyle was slumping in Eddy's grasp. Once he got Eddy to let Kyle go so he could perform a check up, it wasn't long before the referee called for the bell....
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
"Oh my! And the ref's gonna stop this match!"
The referee got up and moved over to the ropes, speaking with Roger Arden who then announced into the mic.
ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen! The referee has informed me that he is stopping this match, as a result of Kyle Smalls being rendered unconcious! Therefore, your winner by default: The Slasher!! EDDYYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOOE!!!!!"
HANSON
"Unconcious is right! We might neeed some help!"
REYNOLDS
"He is OUT, Nicky!!"
Back inside the ring, Eddy Poe began to argue with the referee, motioning down to Kyle Smalls and spreading his arms out. The referee looked like he was trying to explain something until Eddy angrily shoved him back! The referee turned angry, getting up in Eddy's face and gestured to his shirt, warning him not to touch him again. Eddy Poe stepped back, putting his hands on his hips as he shook his head...and all of a sudden kicked the referee in the stomach before setting him up under his legs and lifting him up.
HANSON
"HEY!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!! WHAT THE HELL IS POE DOING?!"
REYNOLDS
"GUY'S NUTS, NICKY! THAT'S A REFEREE!!"
And that referee was promptly given an Enter The Bad Place, leaving him in an unconcious heap right beside Kyle Smalls!! The timekeeper rang the bell feverishly as Eddy Poe got back to his feet and moved on Kyle again. Setting him up for a fourth piledriver, The Slasher looked absolutely ravenous! Before he could get Kyle lifted, however, Kimi Smalls crawled into the ring from ringside and got Eddy's attention, yelling and cursing at him. Eddy looked like he was ready to dismiss her until she suddenly SLAPPED him in the face!!
"OOOOOOOOOH!!!"
This made Eddy Poe turn angry again and he, shockingly, reached out and grabbed Kimi Smalls by the throat in a vice grip, sneering down at her. The crowd immediately began to boo as Eddy Poe, to everyone's horror, started setting Kimi Smalls up for Enter The Bad Place!!
HANSON
"NO WAY!!! No!!! No!!!! Somebody get out here, now!!!"
As if on cue, then, the crowd suddenly popped as Vincent Stone came rushing down the ramp and slid into the ring. He didn't hesitate. He went right for Eddy Poe, throwing stiff forearms into the man's jaw, causing him to release Kimi - his girlfriend - and knock Eddy back. The Slasher looked to be reeling, until Vincent Stone went for an Irish Whip. Eddy reversed it, and sent Stone into the ropes, instead. When he came back, Poe snatched him right off of his feet and delivered a devastating Black Hole Slam, spinning Stone around violently and drilling him to the mat. Again, Eddy moved on Kimi, grabbing her by the hair when she started trying to get up and focusing on her brother and boyfriend both. Before he could do anything further, however---
HANSON
"WAIT, LOOK OUT!!! HERE COMES THE SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION!!!"
REYNOLDS
"BEAT THAT PSYCHO'S ASS, SHELLZ!!!"
The crowd erupted into a cheer as Shelley Silver came SPRINTING down the ramp and slid into the ring, immediately jumping onto Eddy with a Lou Thesz Press. Silver rained down elbows and forearms with a fury onto Eddy Poe who managed to get a gaurd up and throw her off of him and get to his feet. As Shelley Silver got up, Eddy Poe ran in and hit her in the ribs with a stiff knee before whipping her into the ropes, prepping for a Black Hole Slam. As he reached out to grab her on the return, Shelley ducked under him and bounded off the other side of the ropes. Eddy Poe turned around, right into a Silver Bullet dropkick that sent him to the mat. Shelley Silver immediately jumped on the downed man and began raining more shots down as The Slasher rolled out of the ring and finally began making a retreat...laughing! As he backed up the ramp, Shelley Silver stood on the ropes, pointing and cursing at him under the camera's microphone. One thing she could be understood as saying, though, was 'I'm not scared of you, motherfucker!' Eddy Poe smiled back at her, wiping blood from a busted lip and licked it off of his fingers, nodding in approval at the woman before the Silver Mountain Champion exited the ring on the other side where Vincent Stone and the Smalls Twins were, to check on them. Mostly, Kyle, whom Vince and Kimi had made sit down on the floor, against the announce table.
HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, Eddy Poe, has snapped!!"
REYNOLDS
"He's been crazy from the start! Look at him!"
HANSON
"Well, all I can say is, thank god for Shelley Silver coming out here when she did! I hope Kyle Smalls is alright! We're gonna take a quick commercial break, and we'll be right back!"
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Ref Stoppage
Time: 10:15
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Shifting backstage, the camera catches Lara Blackheart as she practically barges out of the locker room with her bag in hand. As the camera swings over, Nico Salvatore comes into view, taking the bag from her and carrying it easily over his shoulder as the two begin a brisk walk through the backstage area. The camera follows them through the hallway, as they leave the locker room section and head through the wide, open equipment area with the concession tables off to one side. We briefly glimpse other familiar roster members as Lara and Nico pass through and start heading into the staff parking lot.
HANSON
“Well, it looks like Lara and Nico are leaving early, tonight.”
REYNOLDS
“You blame them?! Lara is being hunted, Nicky! Fucking hunted!!”
“Fucking unbelievable!” Lara snaps aloud to nobody in particular. They just make it up to Nico’s car as Nico opens the trunk and starts loading Lara’s bag in when Lara looks up and off to the side and something catches her attention. “For fuck’s sake….”
“Eyyyy!! Surprise, bitch!!” The camera swept over, spotting The Kingdom approaching from down the way in the parking lot. All of them, minus Lilith. Jasmine Matthews, Sativa Nevaeh, Lluvia Cane, Christina “Fire” Olson and Morgan Payne. It was Morgan who called out as she twirled a barbwire wrapped baseball bat like it was straight out of a scene from The Warriors.
HANSON
“Uh-oh….”
REYNOLDS
“Whaaaaat the HELL is she doing with that?! What are they all doing?!”
HANSON
“You said it earlier, Jim. I think they found what they’re hunting for.”
“Lara, get in the car.” Nico said calmly, closing the trunk and hitting the remote button to unlock the doors. The Kingdom begins to move faster, approaching the car at a brisk pace. “Lara, get in the fucking car! NOW!!!” Nico shouted then, as he and Lara suddenly hurried to get into the car. As they fumbled with the doors to get them open, the Kingdom all picked up into a full on sprint towards the car. Just as they were coming up on the vehicle, the doors SLAMMED shut and the car locked as Sativa Nevaeh pulled on the passenger side handle. Jasmine Matthews ‘Dukes of Hazzard’ slides across the hood and tries to pull Nico’s door open before throwing her foot at the driver side window. The engine cranks up as the others, Lluvia Cane, Fire, and Morgan Payne. The three begin kicking and beating at the car doors and windows. As The Kingdom surrounds the car, Jasmine and Sativa continue to try and get the doors open. Lluvia and Fire beat against the back window and Morgan crawls up onto the hood. She rears up the bat she’s been carrying all night and starts ramming it against the windshield. Inside the car, we can hear Lara and Nico angrily screaming.
REYNOLDS
“That’s someone’s private property!! They can’t do that!”
HANSON
“I don’t think they care, Jim! They’re gonna tear that car open until they get at Lara Blackheart! Or even both of them!”
“YOU FUCKING CRAZY BITCHES!!” Lara screams, absolutely enraged.
“GET OFF MY FUCKING CAR, MORGAN!!” Nico can be heard yelling from inside.
Jasmine cocks back with her weapon and splinters the driver’s side window. The car engine revs up and the tires squeal. As the car peels off, Morgan Payne bails off of the hood, hitting the parking lot ground to avoid being run over.
HANSON
“Whoa!! He almost ran Morgan over!”
REYNOLDS
“Don’t give a fuck about her or them!! Nico, get Lara outta there!”
She quickly scrambles up to her feet with Jasmine’s help as Sativa goes running off after the car. She whips her weapon through the air with a savage scream. Before the car gets too far off, Sativa’s flying weapon shatters the back windshield completely out. The camera angle stays where it is as the rest of the Kingdom come up to join the green haired woman. She turns back to the girls, and they all share an amused laugh at having sent Lara and Nico running.
REYNOLDS
“Goddamn lunatics, Nicky! Psycho ass-fucking-bitches!!”
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen? I think The Kingdom’s message, tonight, was crystal clear….”
Together, the Kingdom moves passed the camera and heads back into the main part of the arena as the shot fades out to black.
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[Match #5. Singles Match - “The Demon Prince” Anton Crowley v. “Big Bad” Chris Wolfe © ]
The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hush voice echoing through the arena.
“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society
Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”
A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney standing at the top of the entrance ramp. She is pressed against him, his arm around her in a protective manner. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips as Eavan looks back over her shoulder. The pair starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.
“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”
As they walk the arena lights go full red. Anton holds Eavan’s hand as she is first up the steps followed closely by him. He sits on one of the ropes allowing her easy entrance into the ring. He then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. They resume their pose from the entrance ramp.
“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”
As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, once again helping Eavan out of the ring and passing her his entrance attire.
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 Television 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 Anton Crowley 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.
Suddenly Nagual's Ka Mate fills the arena through the speaker system as the lights immediately dim down, shrouding the audience in darkness. Suddenly, the camera cuts to the area behind the curtain, known as the gorilla position. We see a pair of boots slowly making their way towards the curtain as the camera pans upwards.
REYNOLDS
“Nicky!! What the fuck is going on?!”
HANSON
“Uhhhhhhhh….”
REYNOLDS
“Did you fucking invite him out here?!”
HANSON
“I swear I did not, Jim!”
Before a full look is shown of the individual, the camera cuts back to the arena as pyro erupts from the stage, obscuring the entryway. After a long moment, the storm of sparks die down as the camera pans up the ramp towards the revealed visage of Ethan Skinner. As the camera hones in on the man’s face, he lifts his gaze from the floor...and a cold smile forms across his face as he stares down at the ring, smoke spewing from his nose and from between his teeth, making his expression even more terrifying. Finally, he moves forward, briskly walking down the ramp heading towards the announce booth.
REYNOLDS
“Ohhh heeeeeeeeellllllll no! No! NO!”
HANSON
“Well! It appears we do, indeed, have a guest!”
Ethan Skinner strolls right up to the announce table, coming over to where Nick Hanson is and takes the third headset. Ethan then stretches out the cord, smiling the whole time as he rolls the extra chair around and over to Jim Reynolds side before sitting down and sliding the headset on with a wicked smile.
SKINNER
“Gentlemen!”
HANSON
“Well, hello there, Ethan. This is quite a surprise!”
SKINNER
“Hello there, Nick. You don’t mind, I hope?”
Skinner’s tone says it all. He doesn’t give a shit if the two mind or not but Nick Hanson clearly welcomes the man. Skinner looks to Jim Reynolds with his smile growing.
SKINNER
“Hello, Jim. How are you?”
Skinner’s tone is sarcastic and almost malicious. Jim Reynolds doesn’t say a word. He just stares ahead of him at the match ready to begin like a man who’s just looked Death in the face.
SKINNER
“Something the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Skinner laughs as he slowly turns towards the ring.
~DING DING DING~
Chris Wolfe and Anton Crowley meet in the centre of the ring and both men find themselves in a collar and elbow tie up, jockeying for position. Neither man seems to get the better of the other for a few moments, and they both decide to back up and try a different tactic. Anton goes in for a leg sweep that Chris wolfe jumps forwards and rolls through on and as Wolfe stands he attempts a back handspring elbow off the ropes that misses the newcomer entirely. Wolfe lands on his feet and runs forward to try and slam the challenger who ducks and rolls out of the ring and Wolfe backflips into the centre of the ring as the crowd goes wild as the athletic display.
HANSON
“And it looks like champion and challenger are at a stand still here! Ethan? What do you think of the challenger, Anton Crowley? You’ve faced him in his debut.”
SKINNER
“I’m not impressed.”
HANSON
“You’re not impressed?”
SKINNER
“I am not impressed, Nick. Absolutely not. What about you, Jim? Are you impressed by that poser?”
Jim Reynolds says nothing. He just sits there, absolutely frozen in fear.
SKINNER
“Good answer...Jimbo!”
Wolfe goes and sits on the ropes letting his competitor get back in the ring, which they do carefully and find themselves grabbed by the arm and getting irish whipped repeatedly from corner to corner. It is obvious he is warming up for the DireWolfe later in the match. The plan backfired ad Crowley came off the ropes with a thunderous clothesline from hell, turning the champ inside out. Laying on the mat and attempting to catch his breath, Wolfe is stalked by an unforgiving demon who picks the champ back up and bounces off the far ropes and slams into him with a spear that appears to have knocked the champ out.
HANSON
“SPEAR BY CROWLEY!! THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!”
Crowley slides easily into a standing ankle lock and Wolfe appears stuck in the middle of the ring, after a few moments Wolfe rolls onto his back and kicks the challenger off and kip hip and from out of nowhere slams a Direwolfe with authority and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is you winner!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaand STILL...NFW Television Champion!! BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIIIIIS WOOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!!”
HANSON
“And, once again, Chris Wolfe retains the Television Championship! We’re gonna take a quick commercial break and we’ll be right back, folks!”
As Chris Wolfe celebrates in the middle of the ring, the camera focuses on Ethan Skinner watching Anton Crowley silently with a bloodlust apparent in his eyes. The shot fades out to the commercial, from here….
Winner: Chris Wolfe (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 19:40
“Tonight is a big night for us, babe. We were announced into the Burning Hearts tournament, and tonight, we get to be the first couple in New Frontier Wrestling history to hold the Television Titles at the same time.”
“And we will do so. House Crowley will be on their televisions every week to spread the message of dominance in darkness.”
“Either way tonight goes, we will do that. And I guess it makes sense that Lluvia stepped up. The Kingdom, though, I don’t trust them.”
“Nor should you. They seem rather adamant to take you and the rest of Sex & Violence after what they did to Lilith.”
Eavan pauses a second.
“I know, and if somebody did that to any of mine, I’d react the same way. You’ve seen my rage, and I’ll always have that. I’ve just learned to channel it better, I think. It’s hard to stand on the edge of hypocrisy at times. All I can do is my best and whatever happens, happens. I’m not a bad person, am I?”
Anton walks over to hold her, stroking her hair behind her ear.
“You are exactly who you are meant to be. You have a voice again, and that scares people. People get intimidated by women with conviction. At your core, you have remained true to yourself. Projecting that, when you haven’t before, jars people. You are not a bad person, you are doing for you, for us. The ones who may be opposed to you fall to their defensive because they know they can’t treat you as their doormat anymore. You are stronger than the Kingdom, stronger than even Sex & Violence. Don’t let any of them break you.”
Eavan nods and picks up her title and puts it around her waist.
“Let’s get your title, and put this place on notice.”
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[Match #2. Singles Match - “The Cherokee Princess” Lluvia Cane v. “The Demon Warrior” Eavan Maloney © ]
The camera jumps back to ringside where Roger Arden stands in the ring with his microphone.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!!”
"Lucifer's Angel" 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.
REYNOLDS
“God-fucking-damn….”
HANSON
“You hush, Jim.”
ARDEN
“Making her way to the ring at this time is the challenger! From Laredo, Texas! Representing The Kingdom! She is The Cherokee Princess...LLUVIAAAAAAAAAAAAA CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!!!!!!”
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.
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”
Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit and poses with one hand raised with devil horns.
“This is game time, an insane time, let the madness fly
Show them strength that just can’t be defied
Find the power to devour, let the beast inside now be woken”
ARDEN
“Introducing her opponent! Being escorted to the ring by The Demon Prince, Anton Crowley! Representing Sex & Violence. From Ocean City, New Jersey! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion! EAVAAAAAAAAAN MALOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!”
They walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to boos from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.
“In this world only the strong will survive
Hear the roar and you will know you’re alive
Feel the energy build in your soul ‘cause it’s time”
Maloney and Crowley stand in the ring as the tron shows their logo of House Crowley. Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off Crowley’s shoulders. They touch foreheads before Crowley exits the ring.
Eavan and Lluvia are in the ring as the ref holds the Women’s TV Title up to present it to the audience before handing it to the time keeper and calling for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
The two women are having a war or words as this is happening and as the bell sounds, Lluvia is first to charge in with a double leg takedown and drop the champion to the mat and start raining down left and rights to Eavan. Eavan eventually finds a way to get out of the predicament, but Lluvia doesn’t stop there. She reaches down and grabs Eavan by the wrist and helps her to her feet, once Eavan is to her feet, Lluvia pulls her in and delivers a short armed clothesline that drops Eavan. Lluvia then just begins to repeatedly stomp away at Eavan who smartly rolls out of harm's way and eventually out to the floor.
HANSON
“And there goes the champ! Taking a breather outside the ring!”
REYNOLDS
“Gotta regather the thoughts, sometimes, Nicky!”
Eavan tries to catch her breath, trying to regain her composure, but that doesn’t last long at all as Lluvia comes flying through the ropes and spearing Eavan back first into the barricade with a suicide dive. The crowd cheers for Lluvia who acknowledges them before grabbing Eavan and driving her repeatedly back first into the ring. Lluvia then looks to send Eavan into the ring post, but Eavan reverses it and Lluvia hits face first into the ring post. Eavan follows up by rolling into the ring and breaking up the count before rolling back out and grabbing Lluvia and sending her back first into the barricade before following it up with a monkey flip that causes Lluvia to hit the ring post back first this time. Eavan grabs her challenger and rolls her back into the ring. Eavan gets in behind Lluvia and immediately goes for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Eavan picks Lluvia up and sends her into the corner. Luvia hits the corner back first and as she does, Eavan comes charging in and delivers a running shoulder tackle to the midsection of Lluvia doubling her over before following it up a European uppercut. Eavan then snapmares Lluvia out of the corner and delivers a dropkick right to the back of her opponent before climbing up to the top rope and hitting a frog splash and going for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Eavan once again climbs to the top rope and she launches herself, looking to deliver Twisted Demon, but Lluvia gets her knees up at the last second, driving them into Eavan. Lluvia gets to the rops and uses them to help her get back up to her feet and as she does, Eavan is getting up, but Lluvia comes charging in and hits a big boot before following it up by hitting the ropes and delivering a leg drop and goes for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Lluvia now climbs to the top rope and as she does, launches herself and delivers a diving headbutt that connects square to Eavan’s chest. Lluvia then picks Eavan up and looks to hit Angelic Rebellion, but Eavan ducks under the move and grabs Lluvia and delivers an exploder suplex before transitioning into the Krigare Lock!
REYNOLDS
“HOLY SHIT, LOOK AT THAT!!!”
HANSON
“KRIGARE LOCK IS IN!!! CAN CANE WORK HER WAY OUT OF IT?! OR CAN SHE GET TO THE ROPES?!”
REYNOLDS
“SHE’S TRYING, NICKY!!!!”
Lluvia struggles and tries to fight to the ropes, but as she gets just a couple of inches away, Eavan shifts her weight and rolls Lluvia back to the center of the ring. Lluvia continues to fight for as long as she can, though, but eventually, she has no choice but to tap out.
~DING DING DING~
“Immortalized” by Disturbed fills the arena as Eavan immediately lets Lluvia out of the Krigare Lock and gets to her feet as Lluvia rolls out of the ring. Eavan raises her fist into the air as she takes the Women’s TV Title from the referee.
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! Aaaaaaaaaand STILL...the NFW Women’s Television Champion!!!! EAVAAAAAAAAAAAN MALOOOOOOOONEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!”
Winner: Eavan Maloney (Still Champion)
Result: Submission
Time: 17:12
After the match was over Eavan walks backwards up the rampway with one hand over the title over her right shoulder. She looked a bit worse for wear from the match. When she reaches the stage portion of the ramp the fans suddenly break into a huge sea of boos on each side of the rampway.
HANSON
"Well, hard fought match by Eavan Maloney and Lluvia Cane! Kudos to both!"
REYNOLDS
"The hell are these idiots going on about? They don't know a good match when they see one?"
From the crowd on each side of the ramp come Christina of Fire and Ice from one side. From the other side jumped Morgan Payne and Sativa Nevaeh. The fans rained down boos on the group as they stare up at Eavan and to her credit, as she said she would, she stands her ground staring at them as Lluvia walks up the ramp to join Christina.
HANSON
"It’s the Kingdom!! Aw now, wait a minute. They said they were gonna be seeking payback. But...c’mon, now. Eavan just had a match. She’s not ready for a fight!"
REYNOLDS
"She looks like she is, to me, Nicky! If they’re here, though, where the fuck is their so called Queen?"
Almost as if on cue Eavan suddenly bows forward, the pain clear on her face and staggers forward as the four women in front of her close in on her in a V pattern. Behind her, as she falls, is revealed Jasmine Matthews in a her red ring gear holding the handle of a sledgehammer like a baseball bat.
HANSON
“OH!!! LOOK OUT!! ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE, I GUESS!”
REYNOLDS
“The fuck did she just hit her with?!”
HANSON
“I don’t know! Is that a...that...is that a club?! No, it’s some sort of handle!”
The girls descend on Eavan as a single unit of Vultures. Each of them rained down boots and punches while Eavan does her best to cover herself from the barrage but her head was still fuzzy from the brutal shot to the back of the head.
HANSON
“Enough is enough! This has to stop!"
REYNOLDS
"Where is security, Nicky?! Get somebody out here, now!"
Eavan is pulled to her feet by Lluvia and Christina and turns blasting Christina in the head with the title belt then turns and throws right hands at Lluvia, Sativa and Morgan. She does her best to keep them off with the belt until a red boot comes into frame catching her in the back of the skull with an Ice Cold.
Eavan falls forward, her eyes rolled back in her head from such a brutal kick to the back of the skull where Sativa and Morgan catch her from each side and bring her up driving her limp body back of the head and shoulders first into the steel ring ramp.
HANSON
“C'mon, now!! Again!! Enough is enough!!"
REYNOLDS
"Where is security?! We need these goddamn Kingdom bitches thrown outta here!!"
Together the five women half yanked and half dragged Eavan to the edge of the stage. They pull her up and leave her on two shaky legs. The girls all look at one another and than together as one all five of them, in a circle around Eavan arch into superkicks that take her in a different part of the face and throw her off the stage, sending her through stacks of tables and excess equipment.
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!!! OH DEAR GOD!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“ARE THEY OUTTA THEIR GODDAMN MIND?!”
HANSON
“Superkicks from The Kingdom and the Women’s TV Champion goes off the stage!!! We need some help out here NOW!!!!”
As quickly as it started the Kingdom was gone and the officials came storming out. Security looking confused by the Kingdom’s sudden departure and medical teams checking on the motionless Eavan.
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Vincent Stone v. Wyld Stallion]
Parkway Drive's "The Void" suddenly explodes through the speakers of the arena as the lights turn red and white, indicating a member of The Great White North. The crowd erupts as the curtain flies open and Wyld Stallion comes walking through, powerfully and confidently in his red and white themed gear and mask. The young up and comer looks extremely confident as he makes his way out onto the stage and points to the crowd, throwing his hands up to make them get louder before starting down the ramp, pumping his fist at his side.
ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is your main event and is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first...representing the Great White North...from Canada!! WYYYYYYYLD.....STALLIIIIIIIIIOOOONNNN!!!!!"
Wyld Stallion makes it to the ring and hops up onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and soaking in more of the welcoming crowd's attention before he turns to watch the stage with an intense stare, awaiting his opponent.
"Downfall" begins to play and the lighting dims, taking a white and hint of blue effect around the arena. At the point where the lyrics begin, Vincent Stone throws the curtain open and comes walking out onto the stage. At first, he walks to either end of the stage, acknowledging the fans and pointing out ones who are wearing his merchandise or holding a sign for him in appreciation. Finally, he walks to the center of the stage at the head of the ramp and beats on his chest with one fist, throwing his head back with a pumped up yell, timed with the point of the song where the singer screams. Stone then twists around once and throws a punch at the air, causing his pyro to explode on either side of him as he walks towards the ring.
ARDEN
“His opponent!! From Orlando, Florida!! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds! VINCEEEEEEEEEENT STOOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!”
He slaps a few hands on one side of the ramp with one hand, but his main focus is on the opponent in the ring. His face says it all: he's ready for a fight and he doesn't fear them. Stone stops by the steps, usually pausing to let a parent take a selfie with him and their kid. He puts one arm around the kid and raises his fist up under their chin with a playful smirk before turning serious again and ascending the steps, climbing to the top turnbuckle from the outside. Stone pauses to look around at the crowd before extending his arms out to the side, fists clenched. Shades of his childhood favorite, Scott Levy b.k.a Raven. After this, he hops down from the turnbuckle, landing in a roll inside the ring, popping up onto his feet in the center of the ring and pointing at his opponent. Not as a sign of taunting or disrespect, but as a respectful command: 'Give me your best.' He backs up towards his corner, promptly removing his beanie and shirt, tossing them into the crowd before proceeding to hop on the balls of his feet, rolling his wrists.
~DING DING DING~
At the sound of the bell, Vincent Stone and Wyld Stallion come out of their corners and meet in the center. To the cheer of the crowd, the two men exchange a handshake before stepping back and going into their ready stances. The two circled around the mat then, watching one another carefully as the crowd anticipated the first move between two promising future legends. After the two took a moment to gauge each other, they stepped in and locked up, collar and elbow. Within seconds, Wyld Stallion had a position behind Vincent Stone, locking his arms around his waist but Stone was able to get his arm down under Stallion's so that he could try and power his way out by forcing the masked man's arms away. When he had his arms far enough out, he clutched one wrist and twisted his way out of the grapple with an arm wrench, torquing Wyld Stallion's arm. However, Stallion flipped himself forward to release the pressure and came in low, sweeping Stone's feet out from under him with his free arm. As Stone went down, Stallion stepped over his arm, twisting and going for an arm bar but Stone rolled back and up onto his feet. He pulled Stallion in to administer a headlock but Stallion broke free, shoving Stone forward and into the ropes. Vincent Stone rebounded off of them and came in as Wyld Stallion went for a back hand chop. Stone ducked underneath and rushed the other side of the ring, flipping forward into a handspring and ricocheting back off of the ropes. As he flipped back, Stallion rolled forward, evading Stone and popped up onto one knee, facing the man as Stone landed on his feet and they two locked eyes with one another. Fans immediately applauded, with some even standing up on their feet.
HANSON
"Look - at - that!!"
REYNOLDS
"Exchanges like that never get old, Nicky!! Doesn't even matter if it's some idiot from the Great White North and a two-bit loser!"
HANSON
"Can't say anything nice about anyone, can you?"
REYNOLDS
"Not true! Have you seen our Women's Champion? She's gorgeous!"
HANSON
"I knew you were gonna go there."
Again, Wyld Stallion and Vincent Stone locked up with one another. This time, it was Wyld Stallion who went for the arm wrench, focusing right on that left arm of Stone's - the same one that Tyler Grey had almost injured. Doctors said he was 100% but that didn't mean he didn't feel a little extra pain over a still tender limb. Stallion continued to add torque before bringing a forearm down on the shoulder. Stone reeled, yelling out in pain with each strike until he managed to roll himself forward to release pressure. Holding onto Stallion's wrist now, he yanked the man in for a short arm shoulder tackle. Somewhat of a bad idea, since he had to use that left shoulder to ram with and it only ended up hurting him more. Wyld Stallion tried to capitalize, Irish Whipping Stone into the ropes. When Stone came off, Stallion hit him with a hip toss, followed by a quick dropkick to the back as he sat up. Stallion quickly went in for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Wyld Stallion sat up, nodding in understanding that it was too early to try and put his opponent away. He picked Vincent Stone up by his hair. From there, Stallion started working him over with stiff backhand chops across the chest and kicks to the thighs. These were mixed in with technical grapples and takedowns that were straight out of the Scott Leroiux handbook. Technical wrestling at its finest, went on display as Wyld Stallion continued to show more of his skill and technique that had him looking rather impressive for being a relative rookie on the scene. At least, here in the States, anyway. As the match continued on, however, Vincent Stone showed that he intended to do just as he had promised the world and NFW on social media. Remind everyone just who he was and prove that a month of time off didn't mean a damn thing in terms of staying ready to compete. Ring rust wasn't even a considerable factor for him as he had continued to train as much as he could to remain in peak condition. His shoulder may have still been tender but his legs were fine, as shown when he started delivering stiff kicks to the body and legs of Wyld Stallion. Strong Style kicks and forearm strikes that he specialized in. Once Wyld Stallion began to look like he was wearing down, Stone began pulling out the grapples, Irish Whipping the younger man off of the ropes and hitting a drop toe hold, causing Stallion to fall face first and eat mat. As Stallion clutched his face, Stone was up on his feet and coming off the ropes, running in for a low basement dropkick, sending Stallion over onto his back. Stone quickly moved forward and hooked the leg for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Vincent Stone got to his knees, feeding Wyld Stallion a stiff forearm to keep him rocked. As Stallion sat up again, Stone came off of the ropes from behind him, cartwheeling over his head, landing in front of him and hitting another basement dropkick square to the chest before going for another cover.
HANSON
"OHH!!!! Cartwheel dropkick!! That's a favorite of Stone's and this might be it!"
REYNOLDS
"Could be!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
But Wyld Stallion kicked out again, causing Vincent Stone to shoot up onto his knees with a look of frustration on his face. He looked up at the referee and held up one hand, alternating between two and three fingers. Which was it? Two? Okay. Stone made a frustrated face but nodded that he accepted the referee's decision.
HANSON
"Hey, Vincent Stone might be a little frustrated but you gotta give him and Wyld Stallion credit. They are putting on a clinic here!"
REYNOLDS
"Stallion's got skill. I just hate that stupid mask. We've got enough weirdos around here, as it is! And Stone? I agree with Tyler Grey. He needs to find a little more killer instinct and stop being such a bitch if he wants to make it far in this sport!"
HANSON
"Hey, he's been putting it all out here, tonight. Don't you knock him!"
REYNOLDS
"I will knock him, Nicky! He needs to buck up a little if he wants to succeed!"
HANSON
"You're saying this about one half of a tag team that holds the Mixed Tag Team Championship, Jim. Real observant."
REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky!"
Picking Stallion up to his feet, Stone hooked an arm over Stallion’s head, setting him up for the Fatality. The crowd began to pop as Vincent Stone called for his Finishing Move, quickly drawing a thumb across his throat. The crowd called it out with him--
“FINISH HIM!!”
As Vincent Stone went to complete the set up, however, Wyld Stallion managed to block the attempt and reacted with a stiff knee to the midsection. Stone staggered on his feet but Stallion kept ahold of him in the suplex hold and hoisted the man up with his legs around his waist.
HANSON
“Whoa!! Wait a minute!”
REYNOLDS
“What’s he going for here?!”
With a quick toss, Wyld Stallion tossed Stone up, turning the suplex attempt into a stunning sitout powerbomb to the shock of the crowd!!”
HANSON
“WOW!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“HOLY CRAP!!!”
Immediately hopping to his feet, Wyld Stallion quickly climbed to the top turnbuckle and delivered a Shooting Star Press onto Vincent Stone, hooking the leg for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner…...WYYYYYYYLD…..STAAAAALLIIIIIIIIIONNN!”
HANSON
“And another victory for Wyld Stallion!! This time, over Vincent Stone!!”
REYNOLDS
“You see that fucking maneuver at the end?! That powerbomb?!”
HANSON
“Very impressive!”
As Parkway Drive’s “The Void” fills the arena again, Wyld Stallion celebrates energetically around the ring, jumping up onto a turnbuckle and playing to the crowd. After he’s had enough, he comes to the center of the ring as Vincent Stone gets to his feet. Once he has Stone’s attention, Stallion mouths something to him - most likely kudos to a great match, based on their previous interactions - and holds out a hand.
HANSON
“Stallion promised this match would end with a handshake. Win, lose, or draw on his end.”
Despite looking dejected at his loss, Vincent Stone nods in response, walking right up to Wyld Stallion and clasps his hand in the handshake before pulling him in for a hug. Stone then turns to the crowd, raising Stallion’s arm up and points, calling for them to keep cheering for the man.
Winner: Wyld Stallion
Result: Pinfall
Time: 18:33
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The camera shifts to the backstage area to find Futura and Jupiter finally arriving back at their locker room after checking on Eavan. They walk in discussing what just happened to their team mate. They no sooner closed the door than the bathroom door slammed shut revealing Jasmine Matthews behind it. The side door to the other hallway slammed shut as well revealing Sativa Nevaeh, Jasmine holding that sledgehammer handle and Sativa holding a Kendo stick.
REYNOLDS
“What the HELL?!”
HANSON
“Aww, now wait a minute! You’ve gotta be kidding me! First Eavan Maloney and now the Women’s Tag Team Champions?!”
REYNOLDS
“Where’s the rest of the Kingdom, Nicky? I don’t like this!”
The two women both turn and bolt the same way they had come. Futura no sooner passes the door than from the side of the doorway comes the blunt end of a Kendo stick swung by Lluvia Cane. Futura staggers out the door doubles over and from the other side of the door a chair, in the hands of Morgan Payne is swung catching Jupiter clean in the face.
HANSON
“WHOA!! LOOK OUT!! There’s your answer, Jim Reynolds!!”
REYNOLDS
“Fucking great!! Now where’s security at, so we can get them outta here?! You can’t treat your champions like this!!”
HANSON
“It’s not about championships, Jim! You heard Jasmine Matthews! This is all repercussion for Nostalgia Ultra attacking Fire & Ice last week! She said all of Sex & Violence will suffer!”
Sativa swings hard from behind taking Jupiter in the back of the knees sending her down to a knee while Jasmine palms the head of the slab of wood and brings it down between the woman’s shoulder blades without mercy or warning.
HANSON
“Good god! Somebody's gotta stop this!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Where is security?!"
The sound of the Kendo stick and the chair swing out one after another as Morgan and Lluvia take turns laying them into Futura one after another. One in the back and the other into the lower back.
HANSON
“This is insane, Jim!”
REYNOLDS
“This looks like a gang attack, Jim! We already had Gang Warfare! What the hell?! Somebody get security in here!”
Sativa mounts Jupiter’s back and begins to choke her out using the Kendo stick while Jasmine steps through the door. She pulls Futura up and holds her in place by the hair whole Lluvia and Morgan each rush her and hit a dual spear sending her into the tables and wall on the other side of the hallway.
Finally Christina comes fuming into frame, staring through the door at Jupiter.
HANSON
“Aw no, what now?!"
REYNOLDS
"Somebody stop these goddamn lunatics!!"
Morgan and Lluvia drag Futura out of the rubble by the hair and drag her to the middle of the hallway where they hold her down facing the door. Together Sativa and Jasmine drag Jupiter toward the doorway until only her head is in the doorway. Christina never says a word staring down at the woman.
REYNOLDS
“What are they doing now, Nicky?”
HANSON
“Ohhhh, I don’t like this, Jim!”
REYNOLDS
“I don’t like the look on Christina Olson’s face! In her eyes!”
Futura watches as Christina takes the door in both hands and slams it closed on Jupiters head, then a second time and a third time. After the third Jasmine screams “Enough!” and Christina backs away panting in rage.
HANSON
“My GOD!!!! TyAnna Jupiter with her head between that door!!!"
REYNOLDS
"These women are gonna kill somebody, Nicky!!!"
Sativa and Jasmine pull the twitching Jupiter into the locker room before coming out to the hallway. Morgan and Lluvia pull Futura to her feet before the five of them take her and launch her face first into the door. She hits the door full force throwing it open and rolling inside landing next to the unconscious Jupiter.
Jasmine turns to the camera and her face twists into an angry beastial scowl.
"MESSAGE SENT!"
She comes forward and grabs the camera asking clearly.
“Do we need to SEND IT AGAIN?!"
She shoves the camera away and the five women walk down the hallway together as the medical team appears again rushing through the bloody door to check on the two women brutalized inside the room.
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[Match #4. Singles Match - Kyle Smalls v. “The Slasher” Eddy Poe]
"Yeah!" starts to play as Kyle Smalls runs out onto the stage. His twin sister Kimi walks out, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as Kyle starts dancing. After only a few seconds, Kimi smirks and starts to dance with her brother. Right off the bat, it shows that they are both experienced hip-hop dancers. They make their way down the ramp together, high-fiving the fans and yelling out "Yeah!" every time that the song does, pumping their fists in the air as they do so, some of the fans start following suit.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Being accompanied to the ring by his twin sister, Kimi. Coming to us from Sleepy Hollow, New York and weighing in at 185 lbs... Kyle Smalls!”
Kyle dances his way to the ring and climbs up the steps. He holds open the bottom rope for Kimi to step in before he follows her. The twin siblings dance in the ring together for a bit before the music fades out. Kyle then takes off his sunglasses and leather vest, giving them to Kimi before holding the bottom ropes open for her once more then starts bouncing off of the ropes, preparing himself for the match.
~You're all gonna die!~
With the sound of an actual chainsaw cranking up inside the arena, Motogrator's "Suffocate" rips through the speakers, filling the arena. The chainsaw, however, comes from the stage as the red lights illuminate "The Slasher" Eddy Poe as he raises and revvs the saw over his head. He steps off of the stage and immediately goes into the infamous "Chainsaw Dance" made famous from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise. Eddy spins and swings the chainsaw around in a wild rage. At the right camera angle here and there, he appears to have a few close calls with the front row audience, making his unique entrance even more terrifying.
ARDEN
"His opponent!!! From Battle Creek, Michigan!! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds!!! Making his NFW debut!! THHEEEE SLLLLASHEEEEERRRR!!! EDDYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOE!!!"
Halfway down the aisle, Eddy Poe stalks towards the ring with a purpose, watching the ring intensely as he reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. As soon as Eddy’s up onto his feet, he goes into another violent, terrifying chainsaw dance before stopping and sneering at the camera. Finally, he moves to his corner and sets his chainsaw down, cutting it off and turning towards the opposite corner to his opponent.
~DING DING DING~
Just as they had began with their mixed tag match in their first meeting, Kyle Smalls and Eddy Poe circled the ring, in the center. Kyle kept his feet moving to stay quick on his toes while Eddy moved slow and methodical, showing a little of his martial arts discipline just out of movement and posture alone. He may have been known as The Slasher of professional wrestling, but others often forgot that his training outside of wrestling was what made him truly terrifying. Kyle seemed to remember this, well enough, as he didn't rush head on into a battle with the bigger man. When the action finally started, Eddy feigned a lunge at Kyle, causing the latter to almost try and juke under his arms. Eddy looked ready to catch him but Kyle stopped himself and smirked at his opponent. Close but no cigar. Unlike the last time, however, Eddy wasn't smirking, even in a devilish manner. He really was in as bad of a mood as he had claimed to be and he closed in slowly, beginning to clearly be trying to box Kyle in towards a corner as he strafed from side to side to keep Kyle from simply circling as he closed in on him. When Kyle realized what Eddy was doing, he made to an opening on one side to try and get out of the narrow spot Eddy had boxed him into. The Slasher caught Kyle around the neck with both hands and flung him into the corner before rushing in and beginning to unload on him with vicious jabs and knees. The referee warned Eddy about closed fists so Poe switched to open hand chops and forearms, beating Kyle into the corner as if he were the object of all of his recent frustration.
REYNOLDS
"Good god, Nicky!! Looks like Poe brought a can of whup ass with him!"
HANSON
"No kidding! A whole six-pack! And he's giving it all to Kyle Smalls!"
After several blows laid into Kyle Smalls, Eddy Poe dragged him out of the corner and lifted him up for a vertical suplex. Eddy stalled with Kyle lifted up for several seconds, letting that blood rush to Kyle's brain before he fell back and brought him crashing to the mat. Eddy rolled himself back over Kyle for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
As Eddy sat up with a vicious sneer on his face, he finally smiled as if delighted in the pain he was bringing to his opponent. Kyle, meanwhile, reeled, slowly rolling over onto his side as he went to get up. Eddy was already on his feet and grabbing a hold of Kyle to 'help' him up before lifting him up over head in a Gorilla Press. Before Eddy could follow through, however, Kyle began to wriggle and squirm until he managed to drop down from Eddy's grasp and caught the Slasher around the head, snapping him down into a counter DDT. Eddy's body rebounded up before hitting the mat face down as Kyle scrambled to his feet. As Eddy pushed himself up onto his knees, Kyle came off of the ropes, delivering a dropkick to the larger man, knocking him back to the mat. Kyle went for a quick cover, hooking the leg.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Kyle huffed, immediately pulled Eddy up and hooked him up for another DDT. This time, Eddy grabbed him around the waist and countered with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pinfall.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Kyle managed to kick out and slip away from Eddy before coming off of the ropes again and hitting him with another dropkick. Eddy snapped back down to the mat again, as Kyle felt like he was on a roll, by now. He began dancing in the middle of the ring, doing what looked like a modified Running Man as he began to sing "Drop It Like It's Hot" as Eddy started getting to his feet. After a few seconds, the crowd in the front rows started getting into it, some even clapping their hands overhead.
HANSON
"Dance party, Jim!"
REYNOLDS
"Hell no!"
"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!"
"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!"
"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!"
"DROP IT LIKE IT'S HOT!"
REYNOLDS
"Somebody shut these fucking people up, Nicky!"
As Eddy Poe got back to his feet, he stumbled back around right into Kyle Smalls, who popped the bigger man up for an Atomic Drop. Eddy Poe reeled, grimacing as Kyle Smalls threw a finger up into the air, calling for something big.
"Y'all ain't ready for this!!"
He called out before running off the ropes and back at Eddy. Eddy Poe suddenly reached out, however, catching Kyle in his dash and whipped him around like a proverbial child, DRILLING him with a Black Hole Slam!! Eddy Poe immediately fell back into a sitting position, looking at Kyle and shaking his head, fuming through his exhaustion.
HANSON
"And Kyle Smalls takes a Black Hole Slam and it's gonna stop his momentum, right there!!"
REYNOLDS
"Hell yeah! I think I might be starting to like Eddy!"
Rather than going for a pin, however, Eddy got to his feet and grabbed Kyle by the hair, pulling him up slowly to his knees. Without saying a word, Eddy set Kyle up for what looked like a powerbomb, but instead reached under his arms and hooked his legs, lifting him up to deliver a devastatingly stuff, Enter The Bad Place.
HANSON
"OHHHH!!! ENTER THE BAD PLACE!! That Package Piledriver of Eddy Poe's! This match has to be over!"
REYNOLDS
"That was BRUTAL, Nicky!!"
Eddy Poe didn't seem finished, however. Instead of going for the pin, he got back up and picked Kyle up to his feet again. Bending him down again, Eddy Poe repositioned him to deliver a second Enter The Bad Place!! The crowd reacted emphatically as Kyle Smalls slumped motionless on the mat. Finally, Eddy Poe went for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--
But Eddy Poe stopped the count, pulling Kyle Smalls shoulders off of the mat, shaking his head. No, he wasn't done. Instead, he got to his feet and set Kyle up again.
REYNOLDS
"No way, he's not gonna...."
HANSON
"He's got him beat! He can end it, right here!"
Eddy Poe didn't seem to wanna end it, though. Instead, what he wanted to do, was set Kyle Smalls up and deliver a third Enter The Bad Place to Kyle Smalls.
REYNOLDS
"A THIRD one, Nicky? This guy's gone mental!"
By now, Kyle Smalls was laid out, completely unconscious on the mat. Still, Eddy picked the limp young man back up to his feet and set him up again for Enter The Bad Place. This time the referee intervened as he seemed to notice something about the way Kyle was slumping in Eddy's grasp. Once he got Eddy to let Kyle go so he could perform a check up, it wasn't long before the referee called for the bell....
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
"Oh my! And the ref's gonna stop this match!"
The referee got up and moved over to the ropes, speaking with Roger Arden who then announced into the mic.
ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen! The referee has informed me that he is stopping this match, as a result of Kyle Smalls being rendered unconcious! Therefore, your winner by default: The Slasher!! EDDYYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOOE!!!!!"
HANSON
"Unconcious is right! We might neeed some help!"
REYNOLDS
"He is OUT, Nicky!!"
Back inside the ring, Eddy Poe began to argue with the referee, motioning down to Kyle Smalls and spreading his arms out. The referee looked like he was trying to explain something until Eddy angrily shoved him back! The referee turned angry, getting up in Eddy's face and gestured to his shirt, warning him not to touch him again. Eddy Poe stepped back, putting his hands on his hips as he shook his head...and all of a sudden kicked the referee in the stomach before setting him up under his legs and lifting him up.
HANSON
"HEY!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!! WHAT THE HELL IS POE DOING?!"
REYNOLDS
"GUY'S NUTS, NICKY! THAT'S A REFEREE!!"
And that referee was promptly given an Enter The Bad Place, leaving him in an unconcious heap right beside Kyle Smalls!! The timekeeper rang the bell feverishly as Eddy Poe got back to his feet and moved on Kyle again. Setting him up for a fourth piledriver, The Slasher looked absolutely ravenous! Before he could get Kyle lifted, however, Kimi Smalls crawled into the ring from ringside and got Eddy's attention, yelling and cursing at him. Eddy looked like he was ready to dismiss her until she suddenly SLAPPED him in the face!!
"OOOOOOOOOH!!!"
This made Eddy Poe turn angry again and he, shockingly, reached out and grabbed Kimi Smalls by the throat in a vice grip, sneering down at her. The crowd immediately began to boo as Eddy Poe, to everyone's horror, started setting Kimi Smalls up for Enter The Bad Place!!
HANSON
"NO WAY!!! No!!! No!!!! Somebody get out here, now!!!"
As if on cue, then, the crowd suddenly popped as Vincent Stone came rushing down the ramp and slid into the ring. He didn't hesitate. He went right for Eddy Poe, throwing stiff forearms into the man's jaw, causing him to release Kimi - his girlfriend - and knock Eddy back. The Slasher looked to be reeling, until Vincent Stone went for an Irish Whip. Eddy reversed it, and sent Stone into the ropes, instead. When he came back, Poe snatched him right off of his feet and delivered a devastating Black Hole Slam, spinning Stone around violently and drilling him to the mat. Again, Eddy moved on Kimi, grabbing her by the hair when she started trying to get up and focusing on her brother and boyfriend both. Before he could do anything further, however---
HANSON
"WAIT, LOOK OUT!!! HERE COMES THE SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION!!!"
REYNOLDS
"BEAT THAT PSYCHO'S ASS, SHELLZ!!!"
The crowd erupted into a cheer as Shelley Silver came SPRINTING down the ramp and slid into the ring, immediately jumping onto Eddy with a Lou Thesz Press. Silver rained down elbows and forearms with a fury onto Eddy Poe who managed to get a gaurd up and throw her off of him and get to his feet. As Shelley Silver got up, Eddy Poe ran in and hit her in the ribs with a stiff knee before whipping her into the ropes, prepping for a Black Hole Slam. As he reached out to grab her on the return, Shelley ducked under him and bounded off the other side of the ropes. Eddy Poe turned around, right into a Silver Bullet dropkick that sent him to the mat. Shelley Silver immediately jumped on the downed man and began raining more shots down as The Slasher rolled out of the ring and finally began making a retreat...laughing! As he backed up the ramp, Shelley Silver stood on the ropes, pointing and cursing at him under the camera's microphone. One thing she could be understood as saying, though, was 'I'm not scared of you, motherfucker!' Eddy Poe smiled back at her, wiping blood from a busted lip and licked it off of his fingers, nodding in approval at the woman before the Silver Mountain Champion exited the ring on the other side where Vincent Stone and the Smalls Twins were, to check on them. Mostly, Kyle, whom Vince and Kimi had made sit down on the floor, against the announce table.
HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, Eddy Poe, has snapped!!"
REYNOLDS
"He's been crazy from the start! Look at him!"
HANSON
"Well, all I can say is, thank god for Shelley Silver coming out here when she did! I hope Kyle Smalls is alright! We're gonna take a quick commercial break, and we'll be right back!"
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Ref Stoppage
Time: 10:15
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Shifting backstage, the camera catches Lara Blackheart as she practically barges out of the locker room with her bag in hand. As the camera swings over, Nico Salvatore comes into view, taking the bag from her and carrying it easily over his shoulder as the two begin a brisk walk through the backstage area. The camera follows them through the hallway, as they leave the locker room section and head through the wide, open equipment area with the concession tables off to one side. We briefly glimpse other familiar roster members as Lara and Nico pass through and start heading into the staff parking lot.
HANSON
“Well, it looks like Lara and Nico are leaving early, tonight.”
REYNOLDS
“You blame them?! Lara is being hunted, Nicky! Fucking hunted!!”
“Fucking unbelievable!” Lara snaps aloud to nobody in particular. They just make it up to Nico’s car as Nico opens the trunk and starts loading Lara’s bag in when Lara looks up and off to the side and something catches her attention. “For fuck’s sake….”
“Eyyyy!! Surprise, bitch!!” The camera swept over, spotting The Kingdom approaching from down the way in the parking lot. All of them, minus Lilith. Jasmine Matthews, Sativa Nevaeh, Lluvia Cane, Christina “Fire” Olson and Morgan Payne. It was Morgan who called out as she twirled a barbwire wrapped baseball bat like it was straight out of a scene from The Warriors.
HANSON
“Uh-oh….”
REYNOLDS
“Whaaaaat the HELL is she doing with that?! What are they all doing?!”
HANSON
“You said it earlier, Jim. I think they found what they’re hunting for.”
“Lara, get in the car.” Nico said calmly, closing the trunk and hitting the remote button to unlock the doors. The Kingdom begins to move faster, approaching the car at a brisk pace. “Lara, get in the fucking car! NOW!!!” Nico shouted then, as he and Lara suddenly hurried to get into the car. As they fumbled with the doors to get them open, the Kingdom all picked up into a full on sprint towards the car. Just as they were coming up on the vehicle, the doors SLAMMED shut and the car locked as Sativa Nevaeh pulled on the passenger side handle. Jasmine Matthews ‘Dukes of Hazzard’ slides across the hood and tries to pull Nico’s door open before throwing her foot at the driver side window. The engine cranks up as the others, Lluvia Cane, Fire, and Morgan Payne. The three begin kicking and beating at the car doors and windows. As The Kingdom surrounds the car, Jasmine and Sativa continue to try and get the doors open. Lluvia and Fire beat against the back window and Morgan crawls up onto the hood. She rears up the bat she’s been carrying all night and starts ramming it against the windshield. Inside the car, we can hear Lara and Nico angrily screaming.
REYNOLDS
“That’s someone’s private property!! They can’t do that!”
HANSON
“I don’t think they care, Jim! They’re gonna tear that car open until they get at Lara Blackheart! Or even both of them!”
“YOU FUCKING CRAZY BITCHES!!” Lara screams, absolutely enraged.
“GET OFF MY FUCKING CAR, MORGAN!!” Nico can be heard yelling from inside.
Jasmine cocks back with her weapon and splinters the driver’s side window. The car engine revs up and the tires squeal. As the car peels off, Morgan Payne bails off of the hood, hitting the parking lot ground to avoid being run over.
HANSON
“Whoa!! He almost ran Morgan over!”
REYNOLDS
“Don’t give a fuck about her or them!! Nico, get Lara outta there!”
She quickly scrambles up to her feet with Jasmine’s help as Sativa goes running off after the car. She whips her weapon through the air with a savage scream. Before the car gets too far off, Sativa’s flying weapon shatters the back windshield completely out. The camera angle stays where it is as the rest of the Kingdom come up to join the green haired woman. She turns back to the girls, and they all share an amused laugh at having sent Lara and Nico running.
REYNOLDS
“Goddamn lunatics, Nicky! Psycho ass-fucking-bitches!!”
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen? I think The Kingdom’s message, tonight, was crystal clear….”
Together, the Kingdom moves passed the camera and heads back into the main part of the arena as the shot fades out to black.
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[Match #5. Singles Match - “The Demon Prince” Anton Crowley v. “Big Bad” Chris Wolfe © ]
The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hush voice echoing through the arena.
“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society
Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”
A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney standing at the top of the entrance ramp. She is pressed against him, his arm around her in a protective manner. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips as Eavan looks back over her shoulder. The pair starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.
“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”
As they walk the arena lights go full red. Anton holds Eavan’s hand as she is first up the steps followed closely by him. He sits on one of the ropes allowing her easy entrance into the ring. He then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. They resume their pose from the entrance ramp.
“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”
As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, once again helping Eavan out of the ring and passing her his entrance attire.
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 Television 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 Anton Crowley 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.
Suddenly Nagual's Ka Mate fills the arena through the speaker system as the lights immediately dim down, shrouding the audience in darkness. Suddenly, the camera cuts to the area behind the curtain, known as the gorilla position. We see a pair of boots slowly making their way towards the curtain as the camera pans upwards.
REYNOLDS
“Nicky!! What the fuck is going on?!”
HANSON
“Uhhhhhhhh….”
REYNOLDS
“Did you fucking invite him out here?!”
HANSON
“I swear I did not, Jim!”
Before a full look is shown of the individual, the camera cuts back to the arena as pyro erupts from the stage, obscuring the entryway. After a long moment, the storm of sparks die down as the camera pans up the ramp towards the revealed visage of Ethan Skinner. As the camera hones in on the man’s face, he lifts his gaze from the floor...and a cold smile forms across his face as he stares down at the ring, smoke spewing from his nose and from between his teeth, making his expression even more terrifying. Finally, he moves forward, briskly walking down the ramp heading towards the announce booth.
REYNOLDS
“Ohhh heeeeeeeeellllllll no! No! NO!”
HANSON
“Well! It appears we do, indeed, have a guest!”
Ethan Skinner strolls right up to the announce table, coming over to where Nick Hanson is and takes the third headset. Ethan then stretches out the cord, smiling the whole time as he rolls the extra chair around and over to Jim Reynolds side before sitting down and sliding the headset on with a wicked smile.
SKINNER
“Gentlemen!”
HANSON
“Well, hello there, Ethan. This is quite a surprise!”
SKINNER
“Hello there, Nick. You don’t mind, I hope?”
Skinner’s tone says it all. He doesn’t give a shit if the two mind or not but Nick Hanson clearly welcomes the man. Skinner looks to Jim Reynolds with his smile growing.
SKINNER
“Hello, Jim. How are you?”
Skinner’s tone is sarcastic and almost malicious. Jim Reynolds doesn’t say a word. He just stares ahead of him at the match ready to begin like a man who’s just looked Death in the face.
SKINNER
“Something the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Skinner laughs as he slowly turns towards the ring.
~DING DING DING~
Chris Wolfe and Anton Crowley meet in the centre of the ring and both men find themselves in a collar and elbow tie up, jockeying for position. Neither man seems to get the better of the other for a few moments, and they both decide to back up and try a different tactic. Anton goes in for a leg sweep that Chris wolfe jumps forwards and rolls through on and as Wolfe stands he attempts a back handspring elbow off the ropes that misses the newcomer entirely. Wolfe lands on his feet and runs forward to try and slam the challenger who ducks and rolls out of the ring and Wolfe backflips into the centre of the ring as the crowd goes wild as the athletic display.
HANSON
“And it looks like champion and challenger are at a stand still here! Ethan? What do you think of the challenger, Anton Crowley? You’ve faced him in his debut.”
SKINNER
“I’m not impressed.”
HANSON
“You’re not impressed?”
SKINNER
“I am not impressed, Nick. Absolutely not. What about you, Jim? Are you impressed by that poser?”
Jim Reynolds says nothing. He just sits there, absolutely frozen in fear.
SKINNER
“Good answer...Jimbo!”
Wolfe goes and sits on the ropes letting his competitor get back in the ring, which they do carefully and find themselves grabbed by the arm and getting irish whipped repeatedly from corner to corner. It is obvious he is warming up for the DireWolfe later in the match. The plan backfired ad Crowley came off the ropes with a thunderous clothesline from hell, turning the champ inside out. Laying on the mat and attempting to catch his breath, Wolfe is stalked by an unforgiving demon who picks the champ back up and bounces off the far ropes and slams into him with a spear that appears to have knocked the champ out.
HANSON
“SPEAR BY CROWLEY!! THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!”
Crowley slides easily into a standing ankle lock and Wolfe appears stuck in the middle of the ring, after a few moments Wolfe rolls onto his back and kicks the challenger off and kip hip and from out of nowhere slams a Direwolfe with authority and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is you winner!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaand STILL...NFW Television Champion!! BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIIIIIS WOOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!!”
HANSON
“And, once again, Chris Wolfe retains the Television Championship! We’re gonna take a quick commercial break and we’ll be right back, folks!”
As Chris Wolfe celebrates in the middle of the ring, the camera focuses on Ethan Skinner watching Anton Crowley silently with a bloodlust apparent in his eyes. The shot fades out to the commercial, from here….
Winner: Chris Wolfe (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 19:40
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Now get the guns, the drugs, from my generation
I’ll take the fall, the saints, across the nation
And it’s the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds
They’re messing with me!
Come on, come on, come on!
Let’s get it on!
The intro to Union Underground’s “Across The Nation” serves as the opening theme for this latest episode of The Game Room. Following the opening lyrics, as the guitar kicks in the title screen with the three bouncing heads of The Skillz Vendorz, fills the screen. This episode’s Special Guest is none other thaaaaaan….
As with every other guest on the stable’s little side segment, Stallion’s head bounces along on the guest screen. As the screen swipes away from the side we are taken to the decked out gaming nest that used to be a regular locker room. On the couch sit - in order, from left to right - Katrina Cage, Mary Kennedy, Wyld Stallion, and Samantha Belmont. The game of choice is a vintage PS2 version of an old NFW game from the early 2000s. For this one, Mary Kennedy and Wyld Stallion are left at the helm of the controllers. Dressed in identical ring gear, Kat and Sammi watch. Kat is actually still fixing her boots and kick pads while Sammi sits, laid out on the couch like a lazy sloth. The girl practically laying with her back and butt on the seat part itself as she pops pringles into her mouth and sips out of a two-liter of Mountain Dew. In fact, Sammi’s barely even paying attention to the game and, instead, is reading something on her smartphone. She looks up from her phone to the TV gameplay and takes a pull from the Mt. Dew bottle.
“Ya know, wrestling games were so much cooler back then.” She motions to the TV of which we get a view of what’s going on due to a broadcast screen at the bottom of the main screen underneath Wyld Stallion and Mary Kennedy. “Out of date graphics but top notch story and gameplay.”
“Sick roster, too,” Katrina adds in. “Shame some of these guys either retired or just didn’t wanna lace up again.” Kat tightens her boot laces and proceeds to tie her other boot. Her and Sammi’s gear color is red themed this week. “Think they’ll make another game for this? Think we’ll be in it?”
Sammi crunches on a mouthful of Pringles and is barely intelligible in her response. “Ugh howpth ptho!” She chews with her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk as she’s just stuffed about ten stacked pizza pringles into her tiny maw.
Katrina stares at her in awe, briefly looking to Mary and Stallion then back to Sammi. “¿Qué demonios? How the hell do you eat so much and not gain an ounce?”
Sammi looks over at Kat, still munching. She looks upwards from her angle, at Stallion and Mary, then back to Kat and just shrugs, sliding another single Pringle through her lips, chipping away at it adorably as she imitates a paper shredder.
“Aye….” Katrina shakes her head in disbelief.
Like always, Mary was very much in the moment as she played the game. The deep concentration was relevant on her face, yet she had kept up with everything that he stablemates were saying. “We actually have all of these games at home,” she stated, almost randomly. “My brother, Levi, and I grew up doing tournaments on my dad’s 64.”
She kept her focus on the game, completely unsure whether or not Stallion had caught on to her admitting to crushing on him the other day on Twitter. She didn’t know much about him yet. Not that she was expecting a real name, or a face reveal from a luchador that she didn’t actually know. It didn’t matter much to her either way. She was willing to take her time and get to know him because he actually seemed like a guy worth getting to know.
"See... here's my reasoning as to why the games were better then." Stallion said, the excitement in his voice adorably not unlike the average young person who'd be sitting at home watching him on TV. He was dressed in baggy jeans, a Toronto Raptors tee, and his mask, and seemed just as at-home with these games as the girls did. "It's not about graphics, or nostalgia, or anything like that. It's in the simplicity. You could just sit down, pick one of these games up for the first time, and have a blast. These days, everyone's so concerned with realism that the controls and the FUN of it suffer."
He laughed then, nodding over to Mary with a grin. "I still have my 64 at home too. With all these games, and the couple they made in Japan."
“That makes four of us!” Sammi remarked, raising a finger up before tossing the empty Pringles container over the back of the couch and reached for a bag of Flaming Hot Doritos and ripped them open.
“I’ve still got my dad’s old Atari at home,” Katrina said as she finished tying her boot and began pulling on her other kickpad.
“Oi!” This made Sammi literally sit up on the couch like a rising corpse as her eyes bugged out of her head. “Speaking of! This fuckin’ tosser online was dissing on thirty-year-old game systems! Can you believe it? Calls himself a bloody gamer!”
“Yeah, I saw that,” Kat responded, finishing with her kickpad and checked her wrist tape. “Didn’t wanna get involved or else I would have said something I probably regretted.”
Here, Sammi was turned and staring RIGHT at Wyld Stallion with an interrogating look on her, otherwise, cute little face. “Oldest game system you’ve ever owned. Go.”
Blinking in surprise, the masked man fired off, without even thinking, “I bought a used Super NES back in 2011 so I could play the original Final Fantasy 6…”
Sammi sat there, paused with a Dorito sticking out of her mouth. With a comical rolling of her jaw, she inhaled the snack and crunched loudly on it with narrowed eyes and raised eyebrows...before nodding in approval. “Samesies.”
"Oh! Wait!" Stallion chimed in, blinking in realization. "I know it's not a console, but... I do have a vintage '89 TMNT Arcade Game cabinet... my dad got it for me for my 16th birthday."
At the mention of owning an actual vintage arcade cabinet, Mary’s eyes widened, a huge grin spreading across her lips. “I say that definitely counts. I’ve always wanted an actual arcade cabinet from back in the day, but I never have found one within my price range. I’m just grateful that my dad was actually good with his gaming systems. I’ve played Pong once, but then the old television died.” She pouted with her bottom lip out in an over exaggerated manner.
“Word, chick! Pong like a moh’fucker!” Kat reached over, fist bumping Mary.
On the other side of the couch, Sammi let out a little hiccup and she made a face, putting a hand on her stomach which was bare due to how her and Kat’s ring gear was styled. “Oh, bloody hell. That doesn’t feel good. Feeling bloated….”
“That’s what you get for eating all that shit, mija! You know we have a match in like….” Katrina checked her wrist but realized she didn’t have her watch on. “Oh.” She looked up and around the locker room until she spotted a clock on the wall. “...Yeah, like ten minutes! And you’re over there, bloated, and gassy with the hiccups.”
Sammi hiccupped again and made a face like that one hurt. “Ohhhhhh, bollocks!”
Mary shook his head with a smirk. “We’ve all got our limits, Sam. I’m sure the streamers ingest other things when they turn the cameras off, dear.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh my gooooooooddddddddd!!!!!” Hilariously, Sammi clutches her stomach and reaches for the bottle of Mt. Dew. “Kat! Emergency bypass!”
“Stat!” Kat grabs the 2 liter off of the table and tosses it to her tag team partner.
Sammi catches it and gives the bottle, three quarters of the way full a good shake before twisting the cap open. As the soda foams towards the top, Sammi brings it to her mouth and tilts her head back. She starts to chug...and chug...and chug. Like a champion out of a beer drinking competition, Sammi Belmont sucks down the entire remainder of the soda until the bottle caves in on itself as it goes empty. Sammi lets the bottle clatter to the floor and taps a fist on her chest. She raises her other hand up with the index finger extended...and lets out a long, thunderous belch that sounded loud enough to wake the dead.
“Ohhhh yeah, there we go!” Sammi sighed happily, plopping back down on the couch in her spot with a relieved smile and looked at the others. “Bloody 10 that one, yeah?”
Mary couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “I have been hanging out with the wrong nerds my entire life. I envy the two of you,” she grinned at her stablemates. “And yes, definitely a ten.”
“My… GOD.” Stallion muttered, eyes wide at hearing that huge belch coming from such a tiny girl. “That was simultaneously the most disgusting and the most impressive thing I’ve ever heard. I mean… HOW?”
Sammi shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the bag of Doritos again, reaching into to pull one out. “What can I say, mate? I know how to pack it in.”
Kat had just started to sip from a can of Coke and lurched forward, coughing as she nearly spit it out before leaning back on the couch and looked at Sammi with a flat expression. “Really, Sam?” She said, pausing for dramatic effect. “Really?”
Sammi crunched on her chin and winked at her bestie. “Really really. So!” Sammi moved on, reaching in for another chip and looked directly over to Wyld Stallion. She kept her eyes on him and nodded towards Mary. “When’re you planning on asking Mare Bare out, mate? We’ve been sitting here for a few bloody hours, yeah?”
“Waitwhat?” Stallion blurted out, thankfully having no drink in his mouth right now, lest it be shot straight out of his nostrils. “Is this… I mean…” He looked at Mary, and one could almost FEEL him blushing beneath his mask. “It’s not that I don’t like you… I actually think you’re kinda gorgeous. I guess… I was just hoping to ask you out in private. Although I guess that ship’s kinda sailed now, so… I mean, would you WANT to grab some dinner or see a movie sometime?”
As soon as the words came out of Sammi’s mouth, Mary’s eyes began bulging out of her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t want that, but it was really sort of out of the blue that Sammi just blurted it out like that. “Both on a day off?” she tilted her head after Stallion actually got the words out. She tried to say more, but it didn’t come out.
“Hey, Dubya.” Kat chimed in. “So luchadores really wear their masks even when they go out on dates and stuff?”
“Oi, aren’t you Mexican?” Sammi asked, genuinely curious.
Kat made a face. “Sam, shut up!” She said, before both of Mary’s friends looked at Stallion.
“Dubya?” He asked, honestly a little confused there, before shaking his head. “Dude, I’m CANADIAN. Like, 150% Canadian! Not even a single tiny bit Mexican!” He looked at Mary briefly, wondering if she was honestly the only halfway sane one of this bunch. “I only wear the mask because I want to make a reputation for myself before people know who I am. My family has a history in this business, and I don’t want to be judged by their reputations instead of my own.”
Mary tilted her head, raising an eyebrow, “isn’t that what Alex Brody did? I mean… had my dad actually not had that devastating injury early on, and never really saw any success, I probably would have, as well.”
“You could’ve worn a Power Ranger mask or something, in that case, Mare Bare!” Sammi grinned, looking to Stallion then. “By the way, I know you’re Canadian. I was saying since Kat’s Mexican, she should know all about luchadores and---” From Kat’s side, a couch cushion comes WHIPPING across and smacks Sammi right in the face, knocking her over the couch. She lets out an “AAGH!!” and falls out of frame with a thud.
The camera pans back over to Katrina, rolling her eyes. “Ijo de puta….” She mutters before looking at Stallion again. “So...family history?” Her eyes go wide. “Dude, are you a Hart?!”
Stallion looked at Mary again, before stating in a totally deadbeat tone, “Mary? I will literally take you to the most expensive dinner you’ve ever had if you will please make them stop.”
Mary laughed, nodding. “That’s enough, guys. C’mon… I’m in. Don’t blow it for me.”
“That’s what he said.” Sammi quipped from off screen before climbing back onto the couch and sitting on the back with her legs hanging over.
“Eyoo!” Kat chimed in just before a knock came to the door. “Skillz Vendorz! You’re up!” A voice from outside called. Both girls looked back at the door, then to Stallion and Mary with humored smirks. Kat nudged Mary with an elbow. “You know we’re fucking with you, Mare Bare. Stall?” She leaned forward to look at Wyld Stallion. “Get used to this. We’re loco as shit.” With that, Kat stood up and Sammi hopped back off of the couch and grabbed her light up jacket while Kat slipped her nerdy, coke bottle gamer glasses on after pulling on a tight Mortal Kombat baby tee. “C’mon, Sam! It’s game time!” The two girls fist bumped before Kat turned and leaned over the couch, clapping a hand on Mary and Stallion’s shoulders. “You two behave back here, alright?” She giggled before leading the way out.
Following behind her, Sammi went jogging semi-in place behind her. As the two left the locker room, the little British girl could be heard yelling “OLEEEEEE OLE OLE OLE!!!!”
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"Welp! Heah we go again, huh?" That heavy, Pittsburghese accent filled the ears of all viewers as the camera switched to the backstage locker room of the Iron Maidens. Standing in front of a mirror, checking to make sure her gear was fitted properly, Morgan Payne tugged out the lapels of her leather jacket and checked her fingerless gloves. She was fully geared up in her Iron Maidens, black and gold variation of her gear. Her football streaks painted across her cheeks as she gave a small, confident smirk.
"Kinda miss seein' gold 'round my waist, to be perfectly honest. We need to whup some ass tonight, Mari. Then the two of us can go to Invasion. Finish off the champs, n'at? Whatchu think?"
Morgan was all positivity, given how things had been going so far. She turned with the camera, towards her tag team partner. Her best friend. Her sister. Morgan approached to come stand next to her, playfully slugging her in the shoulder. "Them legs ready to kick some fuckin' heads off?"
"Yeah... I'm definitely ready." Marissa told her, strapping her kickpads over her boots, making sure that they're snug and in place. "Just be careful, ok? I don't wanna sound like Alex here, because you know I really LIKE your girls... but don't let this gang mentality take you over, ok? I mean that for ALL of you. You're cool chicks... and I like hurting people in the ring as much as the next person... but a violent nature is ugly on anyone, sweetie. Promise me this ends here. They hurt Lilith, you guys hurt them in return... leave it in the ring now."
If it had been anyone else, Morgan probably would have gotten upset and likely snapped. This was Marissa, though. She knew she meant well and Morgan knew she didn't think The Kingdom, or even The Collective specifically, were bad people. Morgan gave her almost trademark, adorable smile that hid the ferocity she brought to the ring and shook her head. "It's cool, Mari. That's the only reason we even did this, was 'cause of Lil. Shit, if they'd jumped us - like you an' me - and you ended up in Lil's shoes?" Morgan raised her eyebrows and shook her head as if to say 'you don't even know.' "Mari, I'd be worse than Chrissy was. Them bitches wouldn't even fuckin' make it to Invasion!" She snapped her fingers and brought up an index finger to stress a point. "But! We made sure they would. Cause tonight, Dem Bitches - that's us - are walkin' outta this arena and into Venezuela the new number one contenders. AND we walkin' outta Venzuela the muh'fuckin champs!" She dropped her hand and frowned a little. "I just hope I don't end up havin' to square off with Chrissy, though. Yanno how I feel bout that shit."
"Sweetie?" Rissa smirked, trying not to giggle. "Two things. First? It's Vancouver. Invasion, I mean. Vancouver. In Canada. Also? You can't worry about feeling bad with this. Hell, I already warned Sammi, if we end up in the ring together she's getting my boot in her face just like all the others. Business and relationships always gotta have some degree of separation, hon." She reached over, ruffling Morgan's hair playfully. "And thank you. For knowing I wasn't coming down on you or the others. Like I said, I actually enjoy talking to them. They're cool ladies, and I can see they have your best interests at heart."
Morgan looked a little lost, at first before the location clicked in her head and it all made sense now with the poster for the Women's Championship match having the Canadian flag on it. "Oh yeah...." Morgan scrunched up her face, closing her eyes cutely as Marissa ruffled her hair. She opened her eyes, then, one at a time and looked upward at the mess of bangs in her eyes before fixing them with a smile. "Yeah, ya right. I mean Chrissy and me already made a friendly bet on first rounds going on the loser's tab. So we better hope we win cause Chrissy can fuckin' down 'em! Double fistin' margaritas n'at like they ain't shit!" Morgan attempted to gesture at someone alternating two drinks in their hands but it just came off looking like something...a lot more lewd than she intended.
Finally, Morgan turned serious again. She loved that the girls had her best friend's more or less blessing. It brought things full circle sort of, since she'd gotten Sativa's best friend Anastaja's blessing earlier that week. Morgan looked at Marissa with a sincere, thankful smile. "Thanks, Mari. So you don't like...think we're some weird sex cult or anything?”
"Nah...." Marissa replied, unable to help from laughing there. She could definitely see how some people would think that... but she could tell this wasn't the case. "Is it... a little odd? Well yeah. But as long as you're all happy, who the hell am I to judge, right? You're all grown-ass women. You know right from wrong. Besides, YOU don't judge ME for having a girlfriend who can out-belch most men..."
"A girlfriend who's like five foot nothing and a buck ten soaking wet that can out-belch most men!" Morgan corrected. "That just makes me approve of her even more!" Morgan smiled. "Thanks, sis. Yanno that means a lot to me, hearin' that from you 'bout them. And hey." She reached over and hung an arm around Marissa's neck, pulling her in for a side hug. "Ahnno what people are gonna think. But I want you to know, that me and the Kingdom don't mean this is over." She motioned between herself and Marissa before tugging on her Iron Maiden - Book Of Souls cutoff tee. "We were raised together. We ride together. We're gonna fuckin' die together. Hashtag We Dem Bitches! Iron Maidens for life." She turned, hugging Marissa full on and giving her a loving squeeze.
"She really is a weird little shit." Marissa laughed, the sweet smile on her face making it obvious: she had it bad for little Sammi Belmont. "And damn right... you're my best friend and my sister, and NOBODY'S ever gonna change that." The blonde ran a hand through her long hair, before reaching back to tie it into a ponytail. "And it's time the rest of the world sees just how tough we are together."
Morgan watched as Marissa tied her hair back with a mischievous grin slowly forming on her face. Finally she burst out into a giggle. "Sorry, Rissa. I was totes gonna make a blowjob joke, but you my girl so I'mma let you slide, for now." Morgan reached down into her bag and slipped on that ratty old Steelers hat she refused to part with. "Let's go show 'em what the fuck we're all about!" She fist bumped Marissa before the two went marching out the door.
"Right. Unless Sam up and grows some new equipment, those days are LONG gone for me, babe." She smirked, returning the fistbump and giving a big, wide, sadistic grin. "Now.... let's go bring the violence."
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Now get the guns, the drugs, from my generation
I’ll take the fall, the saints, across the nation
And it’s the sex, the gods, the freaks, the frauds
They’re messing with me!
Come on, come on, come on!
Let’s get it on!
The intro to Union Underground’s “Across The Nation” serves as the opening theme for this latest episode of The Game Room. Following the opening lyrics, as the guitar kicks in the title screen with the three bouncing heads of The Skillz Vendorz, fills the screen. This episode’s Special Guest is none other thaaaaaan….
As with every other guest on the stable’s little side segment, Stallion’s head bounces along on the guest screen. As the screen swipes away from the side we are taken to the decked out gaming nest that used to be a regular locker room. On the couch sit - in order, from left to right - Katrina Cage, Mary Kennedy, Wyld Stallion, and Samantha Belmont. The game of choice is a vintage PS2 version of an old NFW game from the early 2000s. For this one, Mary Kennedy and Wyld Stallion are left at the helm of the controllers. Dressed in identical ring gear, Kat and Sammi watch. Kat is actually still fixing her boots and kick pads while Sammi sits, laid out on the couch like a lazy sloth. The girl practically laying with her back and butt on the seat part itself as she pops pringles into her mouth and sips out of a two-liter of Mountain Dew. In fact, Sammi’s barely even paying attention to the game and, instead, is reading something on her smartphone. She looks up from her phone to the TV gameplay and takes a pull from the Mt. Dew bottle.
“Ya know, wrestling games were so much cooler back then.” She motions to the TV of which we get a view of what’s going on due to a broadcast screen at the bottom of the main screen underneath Wyld Stallion and Mary Kennedy. “Out of date graphics but top notch story and gameplay.”
“Sick roster, too,” Katrina adds in. “Shame some of these guys either retired or just didn’t wanna lace up again.” Kat tightens her boot laces and proceeds to tie her other boot. Her and Sammi’s gear color is red themed this week. “Think they’ll make another game for this? Think we’ll be in it?”
Sammi crunches on a mouthful of Pringles and is barely intelligible in her response. “Ugh howpth ptho!” She chews with her cheeks bulging like a chipmunk as she’s just stuffed about ten stacked pizza pringles into her tiny maw.
Katrina stares at her in awe, briefly looking to Mary and Stallion then back to Sammi. “¿Qué demonios? How the hell do you eat so much and not gain an ounce?”
Sammi looks over at Kat, still munching. She looks upwards from her angle, at Stallion and Mary, then back to Kat and just shrugs, sliding another single Pringle through her lips, chipping away at it adorably as she imitates a paper shredder.
“Aye….” Katrina shakes her head in disbelief.
Like always, Mary was very much in the moment as she played the game. The deep concentration was relevant on her face, yet she had kept up with everything that he stablemates were saying. “We actually have all of these games at home,” she stated, almost randomly. “My brother, Levi, and I grew up doing tournaments on my dad’s 64.”
She kept her focus on the game, completely unsure whether or not Stallion had caught on to her admitting to crushing on him the other day on Twitter. She didn’t know much about him yet. Not that she was expecting a real name, or a face reveal from a luchador that she didn’t actually know. It didn’t matter much to her either way. She was willing to take her time and get to know him because he actually seemed like a guy worth getting to know.
"See... here's my reasoning as to why the games were better then." Stallion said, the excitement in his voice adorably not unlike the average young person who'd be sitting at home watching him on TV. He was dressed in baggy jeans, a Toronto Raptors tee, and his mask, and seemed just as at-home with these games as the girls did. "It's not about graphics, or nostalgia, or anything like that. It's in the simplicity. You could just sit down, pick one of these games up for the first time, and have a blast. These days, everyone's so concerned with realism that the controls and the FUN of it suffer."
He laughed then, nodding over to Mary with a grin. "I still have my 64 at home too. With all these games, and the couple they made in Japan."
“That makes four of us!” Sammi remarked, raising a finger up before tossing the empty Pringles container over the back of the couch and reached for a bag of Flaming Hot Doritos and ripped them open.
“I’ve still got my dad’s old Atari at home,” Katrina said as she finished tying her boot and began pulling on her other kickpad.
“Oi!” This made Sammi literally sit up on the couch like a rising corpse as her eyes bugged out of her head. “Speaking of! This fuckin’ tosser online was dissing on thirty-year-old game systems! Can you believe it? Calls himself a bloody gamer!”
“Yeah, I saw that,” Kat responded, finishing with her kickpad and checked her wrist tape. “Didn’t wanna get involved or else I would have said something I probably regretted.”
Here, Sammi was turned and staring RIGHT at Wyld Stallion with an interrogating look on her, otherwise, cute little face. “Oldest game system you’ve ever owned. Go.”
Blinking in surprise, the masked man fired off, without even thinking, “I bought a used Super NES back in 2011 so I could play the original Final Fantasy 6…”
Sammi sat there, paused with a Dorito sticking out of her mouth. With a comical rolling of her jaw, she inhaled the snack and crunched loudly on it with narrowed eyes and raised eyebrows...before nodding in approval. “Samesies.”
"Oh! Wait!" Stallion chimed in, blinking in realization. "I know it's not a console, but... I do have a vintage '89 TMNT Arcade Game cabinet... my dad got it for me for my 16th birthday."
At the mention of owning an actual vintage arcade cabinet, Mary’s eyes widened, a huge grin spreading across her lips. “I say that definitely counts. I’ve always wanted an actual arcade cabinet from back in the day, but I never have found one within my price range. I’m just grateful that my dad was actually good with his gaming systems. I’ve played Pong once, but then the old television died.” She pouted with her bottom lip out in an over exaggerated manner.
“Word, chick! Pong like a moh’fucker!” Kat reached over, fist bumping Mary.
On the other side of the couch, Sammi let out a little hiccup and she made a face, putting a hand on her stomach which was bare due to how her and Kat’s ring gear was styled. “Oh, bloody hell. That doesn’t feel good. Feeling bloated….”
“That’s what you get for eating all that shit, mija! You know we have a match in like….” Katrina checked her wrist but realized she didn’t have her watch on. “Oh.” She looked up and around the locker room until she spotted a clock on the wall. “...Yeah, like ten minutes! And you’re over there, bloated, and gassy with the hiccups.”
Sammi hiccupped again and made a face like that one hurt. “Ohhhhhh, bollocks!”
Mary shook his head with a smirk. “We’ve all got our limits, Sam. I’m sure the streamers ingest other things when they turn the cameras off, dear.”
“Ohhhhhhhhh my gooooooooddddddddd!!!!!” Hilariously, Sammi clutches her stomach and reaches for the bottle of Mt. Dew. “Kat! Emergency bypass!”
“Stat!” Kat grabs the 2 liter off of the table and tosses it to her tag team partner.
Sammi catches it and gives the bottle, three quarters of the way full a good shake before twisting the cap open. As the soda foams towards the top, Sammi brings it to her mouth and tilts her head back. She starts to chug...and chug...and chug. Like a champion out of a beer drinking competition, Sammi Belmont sucks down the entire remainder of the soda until the bottle caves in on itself as it goes empty. Sammi lets the bottle clatter to the floor and taps a fist on her chest. She raises her other hand up with the index finger extended...and lets out a long, thunderous belch that sounded loud enough to wake the dead.
“Ohhhh yeah, there we go!” Sammi sighed happily, plopping back down on the couch in her spot with a relieved smile and looked at the others. “Bloody 10 that one, yeah?”
Mary couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head. “I have been hanging out with the wrong nerds my entire life. I envy the two of you,” she grinned at her stablemates. “And yes, definitely a ten.”
“My… GOD.” Stallion muttered, eyes wide at hearing that huge belch coming from such a tiny girl. “That was simultaneously the most disgusting and the most impressive thing I’ve ever heard. I mean… HOW?”
Sammi shrugged her shoulders and grabbed the bag of Doritos again, reaching into to pull one out. “What can I say, mate? I know how to pack it in.”
Kat had just started to sip from a can of Coke and lurched forward, coughing as she nearly spit it out before leaning back on the couch and looked at Sammi with a flat expression. “Really, Sam?” She said, pausing for dramatic effect. “Really?”
Sammi crunched on her chin and winked at her bestie. “Really really. So!” Sammi moved on, reaching in for another chip and looked directly over to Wyld Stallion. She kept her eyes on him and nodded towards Mary. “When’re you planning on asking Mare Bare out, mate? We’ve been sitting here for a few bloody hours, yeah?”
“Waitwhat?” Stallion blurted out, thankfully having no drink in his mouth right now, lest it be shot straight out of his nostrils. “Is this… I mean…” He looked at Mary, and one could almost FEEL him blushing beneath his mask. “It’s not that I don’t like you… I actually think you’re kinda gorgeous. I guess… I was just hoping to ask you out in private. Although I guess that ship’s kinda sailed now, so… I mean, would you WANT to grab some dinner or see a movie sometime?”
As soon as the words came out of Sammi’s mouth, Mary’s eyes began bulging out of her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t want that, but it was really sort of out of the blue that Sammi just blurted it out like that. “Both on a day off?” she tilted her head after Stallion actually got the words out. She tried to say more, but it didn’t come out.
“Hey, Dubya.” Kat chimed in. “So luchadores really wear their masks even when they go out on dates and stuff?”
“Oi, aren’t you Mexican?” Sammi asked, genuinely curious.
Kat made a face. “Sam, shut up!” She said, before both of Mary’s friends looked at Stallion.
“Dubya?” He asked, honestly a little confused there, before shaking his head. “Dude, I’m CANADIAN. Like, 150% Canadian! Not even a single tiny bit Mexican!” He looked at Mary briefly, wondering if she was honestly the only halfway sane one of this bunch. “I only wear the mask because I want to make a reputation for myself before people know who I am. My family has a history in this business, and I don’t want to be judged by their reputations instead of my own.”
Mary tilted her head, raising an eyebrow, “isn’t that what Alex Brody did? I mean… had my dad actually not had that devastating injury early on, and never really saw any success, I probably would have, as well.”
“You could’ve worn a Power Ranger mask or something, in that case, Mare Bare!” Sammi grinned, looking to Stallion then. “By the way, I know you’re Canadian. I was saying since Kat’s Mexican, she should know all about luchadores and---” From Kat’s side, a couch cushion comes WHIPPING across and smacks Sammi right in the face, knocking her over the couch. She lets out an “AAGH!!” and falls out of frame with a thud.
The camera pans back over to Katrina, rolling her eyes. “Ijo de puta….” She mutters before looking at Stallion again. “So...family history?” Her eyes go wide. “Dude, are you a Hart?!”
Stallion looked at Mary again, before stating in a totally deadbeat tone, “Mary? I will literally take you to the most expensive dinner you’ve ever had if you will please make them stop.”
Mary laughed, nodding. “That’s enough, guys. C’mon… I’m in. Don’t blow it for me.”
“That’s what he said.” Sammi quipped from off screen before climbing back onto the couch and sitting on the back with her legs hanging over.
“Eyoo!” Kat chimed in just before a knock came to the door. “Skillz Vendorz! You’re up!” A voice from outside called. Both girls looked back at the door, then to Stallion and Mary with humored smirks. Kat nudged Mary with an elbow. “You know we’re fucking with you, Mare Bare. Stall?” She leaned forward to look at Wyld Stallion. “Get used to this. We’re loco as shit.” With that, Kat stood up and Sammi hopped back off of the couch and grabbed her light up jacket while Kat slipped her nerdy, coke bottle gamer glasses on after pulling on a tight Mortal Kombat baby tee. “C’mon, Sam! It’s game time!” The two girls fist bumped before Kat turned and leaned over the couch, clapping a hand on Mary and Stallion’s shoulders. “You two behave back here, alright?” She giggled before leading the way out.
Following behind her, Sammi went jogging semi-in place behind her. As the two left the locker room, the little British girl could be heard yelling “OLEEEEEE OLE OLE OLE!!!!”
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"Welp! Heah we go again, huh?" That heavy, Pittsburghese accent filled the ears of all viewers as the camera switched to the backstage locker room of the Iron Maidens. Standing in front of a mirror, checking to make sure her gear was fitted properly, Morgan Payne tugged out the lapels of her leather jacket and checked her fingerless gloves. She was fully geared up in her Iron Maidens, black and gold variation of her gear. Her football streaks painted across her cheeks as she gave a small, confident smirk.
"Kinda miss seein' gold 'round my waist, to be perfectly honest. We need to whup some ass tonight, Mari. Then the two of us can go to Invasion. Finish off the champs, n'at? Whatchu think?"
Morgan was all positivity, given how things had been going so far. She turned with the camera, towards her tag team partner. Her best friend. Her sister. Morgan approached to come stand next to her, playfully slugging her in the shoulder. "Them legs ready to kick some fuckin' heads off?"
"Yeah... I'm definitely ready." Marissa told her, strapping her kickpads over her boots, making sure that they're snug and in place. "Just be careful, ok? I don't wanna sound like Alex here, because you know I really LIKE your girls... but don't let this gang mentality take you over, ok? I mean that for ALL of you. You're cool chicks... and I like hurting people in the ring as much as the next person... but a violent nature is ugly on anyone, sweetie. Promise me this ends here. They hurt Lilith, you guys hurt them in return... leave it in the ring now."
If it had been anyone else, Morgan probably would have gotten upset and likely snapped. This was Marissa, though. She knew she meant well and Morgan knew she didn't think The Kingdom, or even The Collective specifically, were bad people. Morgan gave her almost trademark, adorable smile that hid the ferocity she brought to the ring and shook her head. "It's cool, Mari. That's the only reason we even did this, was 'cause of Lil. Shit, if they'd jumped us - like you an' me - and you ended up in Lil's shoes?" Morgan raised her eyebrows and shook her head as if to say 'you don't even know.' "Mari, I'd be worse than Chrissy was. Them bitches wouldn't even fuckin' make it to Invasion!" She snapped her fingers and brought up an index finger to stress a point. "But! We made sure they would. Cause tonight, Dem Bitches - that's us - are walkin' outta this arena and into Venezuela the new number one contenders. AND we walkin' outta Venzuela the muh'fuckin champs!" She dropped her hand and frowned a little. "I just hope I don't end up havin' to square off with Chrissy, though. Yanno how I feel bout that shit."
"Sweetie?" Rissa smirked, trying not to giggle. "Two things. First? It's Vancouver. Invasion, I mean. Vancouver. In Canada. Also? You can't worry about feeling bad with this. Hell, I already warned Sammi, if we end up in the ring together she's getting my boot in her face just like all the others. Business and relationships always gotta have some degree of separation, hon." She reached over, ruffling Morgan's hair playfully. "And thank you. For knowing I wasn't coming down on you or the others. Like I said, I actually enjoy talking to them. They're cool ladies, and I can see they have your best interests at heart."
Morgan looked a little lost, at first before the location clicked in her head and it all made sense now with the poster for the Women's Championship match having the Canadian flag on it. "Oh yeah...." Morgan scrunched up her face, closing her eyes cutely as Marissa ruffled her hair. She opened her eyes, then, one at a time and looked upward at the mess of bangs in her eyes before fixing them with a smile. "Yeah, ya right. I mean Chrissy and me already made a friendly bet on first rounds going on the loser's tab. So we better hope we win cause Chrissy can fuckin' down 'em! Double fistin' margaritas n'at like they ain't shit!" Morgan attempted to gesture at someone alternating two drinks in their hands but it just came off looking like something...a lot more lewd than she intended.
Finally, Morgan turned serious again. She loved that the girls had her best friend's more or less blessing. It brought things full circle sort of, since she'd gotten Sativa's best friend Anastaja's blessing earlier that week. Morgan looked at Marissa with a sincere, thankful smile. "Thanks, Mari. So you don't like...think we're some weird sex cult or anything?”
"Nah...." Marissa replied, unable to help from laughing there. She could definitely see how some people would think that... but she could tell this wasn't the case. "Is it... a little odd? Well yeah. But as long as you're all happy, who the hell am I to judge, right? You're all grown-ass women. You know right from wrong. Besides, YOU don't judge ME for having a girlfriend who can out-belch most men..."
"A girlfriend who's like five foot nothing and a buck ten soaking wet that can out-belch most men!" Morgan corrected. "That just makes me approve of her even more!" Morgan smiled. "Thanks, sis. Yanno that means a lot to me, hearin' that from you 'bout them. And hey." She reached over and hung an arm around Marissa's neck, pulling her in for a side hug. "Ahnno what people are gonna think. But I want you to know, that me and the Kingdom don't mean this is over." She motioned between herself and Marissa before tugging on her Iron Maiden - Book Of Souls cutoff tee. "We were raised together. We ride together. We're gonna fuckin' die together. Hashtag We Dem Bitches! Iron Maidens for life." She turned, hugging Marissa full on and giving her a loving squeeze.
"She really is a weird little shit." Marissa laughed, the sweet smile on her face making it obvious: she had it bad for little Sammi Belmont. "And damn right... you're my best friend and my sister, and NOBODY'S ever gonna change that." The blonde ran a hand through her long hair, before reaching back to tie it into a ponytail. "And it's time the rest of the world sees just how tough we are together."
Morgan watched as Marissa tied her hair back with a mischievous grin slowly forming on her face. Finally she burst out into a giggle. "Sorry, Rissa. I was totes gonna make a blowjob joke, but you my girl so I'mma let you slide, for now." Morgan reached down into her bag and slipped on that ratty old Steelers hat she refused to part with. "Let's go show 'em what the fuck we're all about!" She fist bumped Marissa before the two went marching out the door.
"Right. Unless Sam up and grows some new equipment, those days are LONG gone for me, babe." She smirked, returning the fistbump and giving a big, wide, sadistic grin. "Now.... let's go bring the violence."
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*The scene shifts to the back, specifically Commissioner Brody's office. The door opens and the first to come out were Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa, looking stern and refusing to acknowledge the camera. A few moments later, Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows leave the office and then shortly after that, out stepped Bad Luck Fale and Prince Devitt, who finally acknowledged that there was a camera crew waiting. He took off his sunglasses and calmly put them in his coat pocket.*
"I know why you're here," Devitt says as he stands in front of the camera. "You're here to get my response to Kenny Omega's challenge last week. I'm not going to go to great lengths to hire a camera crew out to cut some sort of corny ass promo in another part of this arena. I'm not going to go to the ring with my brothers with my entrance music playing and the Bullet Club logo flashing on the tron and attempt to make this some sort of damn spectacle. I will make it short and to the point, right here and right now. Kenny Omega, I accept your challenge. There's your response. No catchphrases needed. We...," Devitt says as he points around him, "know what's at risk. We knew it would come to this. We just wondered what took you so long to get to this point? June 11, Invasion. All roads lead there and everything will end there. Let's go, fellas," Devitt says as he puts the sunglasses back on as he leads the rest of the Bullet Club down the hall as Fale swats the camera away from them as the scene switches back to ringside.
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[Main Event - Fatal Fourway Tag Team Match - Skillz Vendorz v. Iron Maidens v. Merlex v. Fire of Fire & Ice]
(The winners of this match will go onto Invasion, June 11th, and face Nostalgia Ultra for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championships.)
As "Waters of Megalovania" begins to play throughout the arena, Katrina and Sammi run out onto the stage, breaking off to either end of the stage to play up to the crowd. When they meet back up in the center, the girls perform their complex handshake before high fiving and heading down the ramp, high fiving fans on each side of the aisle.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event and is a fatal fourway to determine the number one contenders for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championship!!! Making their way to the ring first!! Representing the Skillz Vendorz!! SAMMI...BELMONT...AND...THE 8-BIT PRINCESS...KATRINAAAAAAAAAAA CAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!”
They break off to take up opposite sides of the ring where they hop up onto the apron and continue to amp up the crowd. From here, Katrina performs her split under the bottom rope while Sammi hops to the top turnbuckle and moonsaults down to the mat. Meeting in the center, high five, hug and begin removing their entrance gear, making their way to their corner.
The lights go completely out as Them Evils' "Got Me Rockin'" abruptly kicks in. At 0:11 when the lyrics start, the blinking lights to a jacket are seen up near the entrance stage. The arms spread out, akin to how Chris Jericho used to do. Then, at 0:21, the lights for the walkway come on, revealing Alex Brody standing with her back to the ramp, wearing her black and blue gear and her patented own LIONHEART jacket, given to her by the man himself. On the floor, Erin Mercer lays on her stomach under Alex's legs with her chin resting on her hands as her feet kick to the rhythm of the music. As expected, she's wearing her own style of gear but with a matching color theme to Alex's. This makes her bright red hair stand out even more. The camera zooms in low on the two. Erin Mercer winks and blows a flirty smooch to the camera before pulling herself up and onto her feet where she's standing back to back with Alex Brody. Alex lowers her arms and turns around with a determined expression, putting herself beside Erin. The two friends bang forearms together and immediately start towards the ring.
ARDEN
"Introducing next!! Representing The Resistance!! "Lionheart" Alex Brody...and..."The Red Queen" Erin Mercer! MEEEEEEERRRRLEEEEEEEXXXX!!!"
Alex Brody and Erin Mercer reach the ring, both sliding in under the bottom rope and each doing their own rock and roll motions to their music. Alex plays air guitar - adorably, one might add - and Erin bends at her knees, headbanging and getting really into the song. She pumps the horns in the air for the duration that the music plays before it fades out and the two women remove their leather jackets.
Iron Maiden's "Wasted Years" fills the arena and the crowd goes wild. The lights dim down as a golden yellow searchlight sweeps across the buildings on the stage. At the 0:27 mark, when the song really picks up, the tag team of Marissa and Morgan Payne come out from behind the curtain, amped up 110%, meeting in the middle of the stage as the searchlight falls on them and the rest of the stage lights up! Running at one another, Marissa and Morgan jump and mosh into one another before performing their signature, BFF handshake - slapping hands three times, then a fist bump, then knocking forearms together before they hug, then turn to the ring and start making their way down the walkway, all business.
ARDEN
“And!! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!! The tag team of...Marissa Payne...and...Morgan Payne!! THE IRRROOOOOONNNNNN MAIDEEEEEEEEEEEENS!!!!!"
As they reach the ring, Morgan runs and baseball slides into it, jumping up to her feet and hopping on her toes a few times before moving to a corner. Marissa climbs the apron and takes another top turnbuckle from the outside, stoically looking around at her appreciating fans. She doesn't smile, but she throws the horns up high over her head. The audience yells, over the music
UP THE IRONS!!!!!
A camera jump over to Morgan shows her with her hand up as well, tongue out of her mouth in a wild look. Normally, this is a cute, goofy look for her. With the facepaint, she looks more fierce than anything. The Iron Maidens hop down inside the ring and immediately remove their entrance gear, turning towards the ramp.
“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play as red light fills the arena. Once the drum beat kicks in, out walks Fire with a red jacket and a hood covering her head. As the song picks up, she removes the hood and looks beside her at no one. Everyone knows that Ice should be here with her. Fire turns to the ring with an angry scowl and makes her way down to the ring, not in her usual, headbanging, high fiving mood, tonight.
ARDEN
“And!! Representing The Kingdom AND Fire & Ice!! FIIIIIIRRRREEEEE!!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“I can’t believe Fire’s gonna go through with this, all by herself!”
HANSON
“She’s got a fighter’s spirit, Jim! You’ve gotta give her that!”
REYNOLDS
“She’s fucking insane, Nicky. You saw what she did to TyAnna Jupiter!”
HANSON
“And you saw what TyAnna Jupiter did to that young lady’s tag team partner last week. I don’t condone either incident, but you know what? Eye for an eye.”
Once Fire hits the ring, she hops up onto the apron, ripping off her jacket as tosses it to the floor. She climbs into the ring and runs around, getting caught up in the beat of the song, much to the delight of the fans. Once she makes a lap, she rests in her corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Before the bell rings, Fire makes it very apparent that she will be starting the match off with someone. She steps out of her corner and opens out her arms, looking at the other three teams, mouthing “who’s it gonna be? Who the fuck wants it?!”
HANSON
“Fire, folks, wanting to start this match off. She’s asking who’s gonna step up?”
REYNOLDS
“Someone step up and knock her ass out!”
After some discussion between the teams, Sammi Belmont steps up after double high fiving Katrina Cage. She ‘shoos’ the other two teams out of the ring but winks playfully at Marissa and cracks a sly smirk to Fire, beckoning her forward. “C’mon, love! Want a go at me, do you?”
~DING DING DING~
Fire and Sammi are in the ring as the bell sounds. Fire looks around at the clear disadvantage she’s at in this match, being in here by herself, but she just shrugs her shoulders and you can read her lips as she says “This is for Ice.” Her and Sammi then finally lock up and Fire almost immediately tosses the woman off and onto her butt. Sammi though is quick to get back up and Fire charges in looking for a clothesline, but Sammi ducks under and hits the ropes. She comes off the ropes and ducks another clothesline attempt. Sammi hits the ropes again and Fire telegraphs a backdrop. Sammi sees this and jumps over Fire, catching her by the head and hitting a reverse hurricanrana that spikes Fire on top of her head. Sammi. Sammi then quickly follows it up with a springboard moonsault and goes for a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!!
REYNOLDS
“Rookie mistake, kid! You can’t go for a cover this early!”
HANSON
“Never hurts to try! Fire took a beating last week, as well as her partner Ice! We don’t know if she’s at one hundred percent!!”
REYNOLDS
“Close to it, evidently!”
Sammi picks Fire up off the mat and throws her into her corner. She comes charging in and delivers a back handspring elbow as Katrina tags herself in. Katrina comes in and the two pull Fire out of the corner before hitting the Zerg Rush and Katrina goes for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Katrina picks Fire up and once again whips her into her corner and comes charging in and hits a corner splash before grabbing Fire and delivering a tornado DDT that plants the woman on the top of her head. Katrina then climbs to the top rope and as she does, Sammi tags herself back in. Katrina launches herself and hits a moonsault and as she hits, Sammi launches herself from the top rope with a shooting star double stomp to Fire and going for another cover.
HANSON
“A SHOOTING STAR FOOT STOMP, ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!”
REYNOLDS
“Jesus!!! This kid!!! Now here’s the cover!!!”
ONE!
TWO!
Morgan comes in and breaks up the cover with a kick to the back of Sammi before getting out of the ring.
HANSON
“And Morgan Payne breaks up the pinfall! She’s a member of The Kingdom along with Fire, folks. However! She still proudly represents the Iron Maidens with her best friend! Her surrogate sister, Marissa Payne! They said from day 1, they want those Women’s Tag Team Championships!”
REYNOLDS
“What if the Iron Maidens win this match and Morgan pins Fire?”
HANSON
“Ooh or Fire wins and pins Morgan?”
REYNOLDS
“Pfft yeah, as if!”
Morgan yells at Fire to get over to her corner and make a tag as Sammi picks Fire up and sends her into the ropes. Fire comes off the ropes and Sammi looks for a standing dropkick, but Fire holds onto the ropes and as Sammi sits up, Fire comes charging in and delivers a shining wizard, but is unable to follow up as Morgan holds her hand out begging Fire to make a tag. Fire claws her way over to Morgan and Marissa and tags in her fellow Kingdom member as Sammi makes the tag to Katrina.
HANSON
“And Fire tags in Morgan!! Here we go!! Morgan Payne and Katrina Cage!”
REYNOLDS
“I always wondered what it’d look like to see two latina chicks fight it out right in front of me. I can’t wait for this shit!”
HANSON
“Wait, what?”
Morgan and Katrina come in off the tags and Morgan immediately drops her opponent with a clothesline. Katrina pops up off the mat and as she does, Morgan catches her and delivers a German Suplex. Morgan maintains her grip as she lifts Katrina back up and delivers a second German and this time bridging for a pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Morgan picks Katrina up and throws her into her corner and charges in delivering a corner clothesline before tagging in Marissa. Marissa comes in and the two grab Katrina and send her into the ropes. Katrina comes off the ropes and Morgan and Marissa deliver a double back drop before Morgan gets out of the ring and Marissa takes over the offense. Marissa picks Katrina up off the mat and as she does, delivers a snap suplex before floating through and picking Katrina back up and delivering a Falcon Arrow and going for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
This time it’s Erin Mercer who comes in and breaks up the cover.
REYNOLDS
“Whoo! And Erin just barely makes the save!”
Marissa though, picks Katrina up and sends her into the ropes. As she hits the ropes though, Alex reaches out and tags herself into the match. Katrina comes off the ropes and Marissa delivers a backdrop, not seeing the blind tag and she goes to follow it up a running senton, but as soon as she hits the move, Alex comes in and delivers a lionsault to Marissa on top of Katrina. Katrina rolls out of the ring and Alex presses the advantage over Marissa as she picks the woman up off the mat and sends her into the corner where Fire would normally be, but she’s still recovering from the early onslaught she faced and Alex comes charging in and delivers a corner dropkick before tossing Marissa out and climbing to the top rope. Before Alex could hit the move though, Fire reached up out of sight of Alex and tagged herself in.
HANSON
“Blind tag by Fire, again! I don’t think Alex realizes!”
Alex then climbs to the top rope, still not knowing there was a tag. launches herself and hits a 450 splash and goes for a cover, but the ref tells her that Marissa is no longer legal and Alex looks around and she sees Fire standing on the top rope with a smirk as she launches herself and delivers a missile drop kick to Alex. Fire then follows it up by picking Alex up and sending her into her corner where Erin tags herself in. It looked like Fire didn’t really want to fight her partner’s girlfriend right now.
REYNOLDS
“Hah! I guess it wouldn’t look good if she beats her partner’s girlfriend’s ass, would it?”
HANSON
“Well, that might be it. I’m sure Ice is watching from home in Greensboro. Probably on the edge of her seat!”
Erin comes in off the tag and Fire looks at the woman she tells Erin to bring it on and the two women lock up and Erin immediately goes behind into a waistlock before transitioning into a front chancery before picking Fire up and delivering a fisherman’s suplex and bridging for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Erin picks Fire up and sends her into the ropes. As she hits the ropes, Morgan tags herself in and Fire grabs the ropes and stops her momentum and looks back at Morgan with a little anger in her eyes at the idea of being tagged back out of the match. Morgan shrugs her shoulders as she climbs into the ring and Fire gets out. Morgan and Erin look at each other and Morgan is the first to make a move with a stiff forearm smash right across the chin of Erin who eats the move and delivers one of her own. The two go back and forth, exchanging forearms before Morgan finally gets the better of the exchange before changing it up and delivering a superkick that causes Erin to Erin to stumble into Fire’s corner. Fire tags herself in and Morgan looks at her and you can tell on her face that she doesn’t want to fight her fellow member in The Kingdom.
REYNOLDS
“Ohhhhhh, here we go, Nicky!!!”
HANSON
“What’s gonna happen, here?! Kingdom versus Kingdom?! We know how Morgan Payne feels about in-fighting!”
Fire though, gets right up in her face and yells for Morgan to fight her. Morgan though shakes her head no and Fire rolls her eyes before just delivering a very hard slap across the face of Morgan. You can see the anger building in Morgan, but she still refuses to fight her friend. Fire again delivers a slap to the face, but this time Morgan retaliates by simply pushing Fire back with all her strength and sends Fire onto her butt in the middle of the ring before she walks over to her corner and tags Marissa in.
HANSON
“WHOA!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“HO-HOOOOOOOO MAAAAAAAAN!!!!”
HANSON
“Morgan might not wanna fight her friend, but she isn’t gonna take that from anybody!”
Fire looks up, a little shocked, but then smirks and laughs as she gets up and hits a standing dropkick on Marissa. The move causes Marissa to stumble into the ropes and Fire charges in and hits a clothesline that sends Marissa over the top rope to the floor. Fire sees this and hits the opposite ropes and as she does, Sammi tags herself in. Fire again stops and you can see the anger in her face at not being able to get any sort of significant offense in before being tagged out. Sammi gets in and as she does, Marissa is getting back into the ring and when she does, Sammi immediately hits a hurricanrana and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sammi throws Marissa into the ropes and as she does, Erin tags herself back in and comes into the ring. Sammi looks to hit a standing dropkick, but Erin swats her out of the air and follows it up with a dragon screw before tagging Alex in. Alex comes in and the two pick Sammi up and deliver a double vertical suplex before Erin gets out of the ring and Alex climbs to the top rope and delivers a Phoenix splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--!
But Fire breaks up the cover!! Alex looks back at Fire who shrugs her shoulders as she gets back out of the ring, but Sammi has rolled out of the ring and Alex sees her opponent on the floor. Alex once again climbs to the top rope and delivers a moonsault on Sammi on the floor. Alex stands up, but that’s not all on the floor as Morgan now comes flying through the ropes and delivers a suicide dive that takes both Alex and Sammi down. The three are back to their feet, but it’s not for very long as we see Fire come flying through the air and hitting a tope con hilo to all three women. Fire stands up and as she does, looks up and sees Katrina launching herself with a corkscrew moonsault. Katrina stands up and as she does, Erin comes flying in and hits a springboard crossbody as the crowd is going insane for all of this.
HANSON
“BODIES FLYING ALL OVER THE PLACE, JIM REYNOLDS!!!”
REYNOLDS
“BITCHES FLYING ALL OVER THE RING, NICK HANSON!!!”
HANSON
“Oh, c’mon now….”
Erin picks Alex up and tosses her into the ring and pulls her to her corner and tags herself in as Sammi rolls into the ring. Erin picks Sammi up and sends her into the ropes. Sammi comes off the ropes and as she does, Erin delivers a Japanese armdrag before transitioning it into a hammer lock. Sammi refuses to quit as she makes it to her feet. Sammi manages to slip out of the hold and deliver a basement dropkick that drops Erin to her knees before delivering a superkick that puts Erin onto her back. She then rolls through and tags Katrina in. Katrina comes in and picks Erin up off the mat and delivers the Rage Quit! Katrina gets up and looks down at Erin before Fire gets up onto the apron and sneaks in a tag unbeknownst to Katrina who picks Erin up and hits 7th Heaven! Kartina goes for the cover as the ref tells her that she’s no longer the legal person. Katrina looks confused as she rolls off of Erin and as she does, Fire launches herself off the top rope and hits Fire Starter and goes for the cover before anyone else can react.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
The bell sounds and Fire looks just as shocked as most of the people in the match as she stands up as “A Song of Ice and Fire” plays and she has her hand raised in victory.
HANSON
“SHE DID IT!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“HOW IN THE HELL?!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner...aaaaaaand the number one contender to the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championship!! Representing Fire & Ice!! FIIIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEE!!!!!”
HANSON
“FIRE...HAS...DONE IT!!!! ALL BY HERSELF!!”
REYNOLDS
“WE NEED A DO OVER!!”
HANSON
“No do overs, Jim!! Fire & Ice are going to Invasion to face Nostalgia Ultra for the Women’s Tag Team Titles! We just have to wonder if Ice will be at one hundred percent AND will TyAnna Jupiter be at one hundred percent? I understand she’s being examined at a nearby hospital. We’ll find out next week as we roll into Vancouver, British Columbia, folks! Don’t miss it! Next week! June 11th! It’s NFW’s Invasion!!!”
The camera focuses on Fire in the ring, celebrating despite her exhaustion as the credits roll.
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Match Results
Match #1. Crazy Hot def. Nostalgia Ultra
Match #2. Eavan Maloney def. Lluvia Cane and retained the Women’s TV Championship
Match #3. Wyld Stallion def. Vincent Stone
Match #4. Eddy Poe def. Kyle Smalls by ref stoppage
Match #5. Chris Wolfe def. Anton Crowley
Match #6. Fire won the Fatal Fourway Women’s Tag Team match and will go to Invasion, with Ice, to face Nostalgia Ultra for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championships!
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Match Writers
Match #1. Crazy Hot v. Nostalgia Ultra written by FireAndIce
Match #2. Eavan Maloney v. Lluvia Cane written by FireAndIce
Match #3. Wyld Stallion v. Vincent Stone written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #4. Eddy Poe v. Kyle Smalls written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #5. Chris Wolfe v. Anton Crowley written by Steinn
Match #6. Skillz Vendorz v. Iron Maidens v. Merlex v. Fire written by FireAndIce
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Commentary Added By
Commissioner Steven Brody
(The winners of this match will go onto Invasion, June 11th, and face Nostalgia Ultra for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championships.)
As "Waters of Megalovania" begins to play throughout the arena, Katrina and Sammi run out onto the stage, breaking off to either end of the stage to play up to the crowd. When they meet back up in the center, the girls perform their complex handshake before high fiving and heading down the ramp, high fiving fans on each side of the aisle.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event and is a fatal fourway to determine the number one contenders for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championship!!! Making their way to the ring first!! Representing the Skillz Vendorz!! SAMMI...BELMONT...AND...THE 8-BIT PRINCESS...KATRINAAAAAAAAAAA CAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!”
They break off to take up opposite sides of the ring where they hop up onto the apron and continue to amp up the crowd. From here, Katrina performs her split under the bottom rope while Sammi hops to the top turnbuckle and moonsaults down to the mat. Meeting in the center, high five, hug and begin removing their entrance gear, making their way to their corner.
The lights go completely out as Them Evils' "Got Me Rockin'" abruptly kicks in. At 0:11 when the lyrics start, the blinking lights to a jacket are seen up near the entrance stage. The arms spread out, akin to how Chris Jericho used to do. Then, at 0:21, the lights for the walkway come on, revealing Alex Brody standing with her back to the ramp, wearing her black and blue gear and her patented own LIONHEART jacket, given to her by the man himself. On the floor, Erin Mercer lays on her stomach under Alex's legs with her chin resting on her hands as her feet kick to the rhythm of the music. As expected, she's wearing her own style of gear but with a matching color theme to Alex's. This makes her bright red hair stand out even more. The camera zooms in low on the two. Erin Mercer winks and blows a flirty smooch to the camera before pulling herself up and onto her feet where she's standing back to back with Alex Brody. Alex lowers her arms and turns around with a determined expression, putting herself beside Erin. The two friends bang forearms together and immediately start towards the ring.
ARDEN
"Introducing next!! Representing The Resistance!! "Lionheart" Alex Brody...and..."The Red Queen" Erin Mercer! MEEEEEEERRRRLEEEEEEEXXXX!!!"
Alex Brody and Erin Mercer reach the ring, both sliding in under the bottom rope and each doing their own rock and roll motions to their music. Alex plays air guitar - adorably, one might add - and Erin bends at her knees, headbanging and getting really into the song. She pumps the horns in the air for the duration that the music plays before it fades out and the two women remove their leather jackets.
Iron Maiden's "Wasted Years" fills the arena and the crowd goes wild. The lights dim down as a golden yellow searchlight sweeps across the buildings on the stage. At the 0:27 mark, when the song really picks up, the tag team of Marissa and Morgan Payne come out from behind the curtain, amped up 110%, meeting in the middle of the stage as the searchlight falls on them and the rest of the stage lights up! Running at one another, Marissa and Morgan jump and mosh into one another before performing their signature, BFF handshake - slapping hands three times, then a fist bump, then knocking forearms together before they hug, then turn to the ring and start making their way down the walkway, all business.
ARDEN
“And!! From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!! The tag team of...Marissa Payne...and...Morgan Payne!! THE IRRROOOOOONNNNNN MAIDEEEEEEEEEEEENS!!!!!"
As they reach the ring, Morgan runs and baseball slides into it, jumping up to her feet and hopping on her toes a few times before moving to a corner. Marissa climbs the apron and takes another top turnbuckle from the outside, stoically looking around at her appreciating fans. She doesn't smile, but she throws the horns up high over her head. The audience yells, over the music
UP THE IRONS!!!!!
A camera jump over to Morgan shows her with her hand up as well, tongue out of her mouth in a wild look. Normally, this is a cute, goofy look for her. With the facepaint, she looks more fierce than anything. The Iron Maidens hop down inside the ring and immediately remove their entrance gear, turning towards the ramp.
“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play as red light fills the arena. Once the drum beat kicks in, out walks Fire with a red jacket and a hood covering her head. As the song picks up, she removes the hood and looks beside her at no one. Everyone knows that Ice should be here with her. Fire turns to the ring with an angry scowl and makes her way down to the ring, not in her usual, headbanging, high fiving mood, tonight.
ARDEN
“And!! Representing The Kingdom AND Fire & Ice!! FIIIIIIRRRREEEEE!!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“I can’t believe Fire’s gonna go through with this, all by herself!”
HANSON
“She’s got a fighter’s spirit, Jim! You’ve gotta give her that!”
REYNOLDS
“She’s fucking insane, Nicky. You saw what she did to TyAnna Jupiter!”
HANSON
“And you saw what TyAnna Jupiter did to that young lady’s tag team partner last week. I don’t condone either incident, but you know what? Eye for an eye.”
Once Fire hits the ring, she hops up onto the apron, ripping off her jacket as tosses it to the floor. She climbs into the ring and runs around, getting caught up in the beat of the song, much to the delight of the fans. Once she makes a lap, she rests in her corner, waiting for the match to begin.
Before the bell rings, Fire makes it very apparent that she will be starting the match off with someone. She steps out of her corner and opens out her arms, looking at the other three teams, mouthing “who’s it gonna be? Who the fuck wants it?!”
HANSON
“Fire, folks, wanting to start this match off. She’s asking who’s gonna step up?”
REYNOLDS
“Someone step up and knock her ass out!”
After some discussion between the teams, Sammi Belmont steps up after double high fiving Katrina Cage. She ‘shoos’ the other two teams out of the ring but winks playfully at Marissa and cracks a sly smirk to Fire, beckoning her forward. “C’mon, love! Want a go at me, do you?”
~DING DING DING~
Fire and Sammi are in the ring as the bell sounds. Fire looks around at the clear disadvantage she’s at in this match, being in here by herself, but she just shrugs her shoulders and you can read her lips as she says “This is for Ice.” Her and Sammi then finally lock up and Fire almost immediately tosses the woman off and onto her butt. Sammi though is quick to get back up and Fire charges in looking for a clothesline, but Sammi ducks under and hits the ropes. She comes off the ropes and ducks another clothesline attempt. Sammi hits the ropes again and Fire telegraphs a backdrop. Sammi sees this and jumps over Fire, catching her by the head and hitting a reverse hurricanrana that spikes Fire on top of her head. Sammi. Sammi then quickly follows it up with a springboard moonsault and goes for a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!!
REYNOLDS
“Rookie mistake, kid! You can’t go for a cover this early!”
HANSON
“Never hurts to try! Fire took a beating last week, as well as her partner Ice! We don’t know if she’s at one hundred percent!!”
REYNOLDS
“Close to it, evidently!”
Sammi picks Fire up off the mat and throws her into her corner. She comes charging in and delivers a back handspring elbow as Katrina tags herself in. Katrina comes in and the two pull Fire out of the corner before hitting the Zerg Rush and Katrina goes for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Katrina picks Fire up and once again whips her into her corner and comes charging in and hits a corner splash before grabbing Fire and delivering a tornado DDT that plants the woman on the top of her head. Katrina then climbs to the top rope and as she does, Sammi tags herself back in. Katrina launches herself and hits a moonsault and as she hits, Sammi launches herself from the top rope with a shooting star double stomp to Fire and going for another cover.
HANSON
“A SHOOTING STAR FOOT STOMP, ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!”
REYNOLDS
“Jesus!!! This kid!!! Now here’s the cover!!!”
ONE!
TWO!
Morgan comes in and breaks up the cover with a kick to the back of Sammi before getting out of the ring.
HANSON
“And Morgan Payne breaks up the pinfall! She’s a member of The Kingdom along with Fire, folks. However! She still proudly represents the Iron Maidens with her best friend! Her surrogate sister, Marissa Payne! They said from day 1, they want those Women’s Tag Team Championships!”
REYNOLDS
“What if the Iron Maidens win this match and Morgan pins Fire?”
HANSON
“Ooh or Fire wins and pins Morgan?”
REYNOLDS
“Pfft yeah, as if!”
Morgan yells at Fire to get over to her corner and make a tag as Sammi picks Fire up and sends her into the ropes. Fire comes off the ropes and Sammi looks for a standing dropkick, but Fire holds onto the ropes and as Sammi sits up, Fire comes charging in and delivers a shining wizard, but is unable to follow up as Morgan holds her hand out begging Fire to make a tag. Fire claws her way over to Morgan and Marissa and tags in her fellow Kingdom member as Sammi makes the tag to Katrina.
HANSON
“And Fire tags in Morgan!! Here we go!! Morgan Payne and Katrina Cage!”
REYNOLDS
“I always wondered what it’d look like to see two latina chicks fight it out right in front of me. I can’t wait for this shit!”
HANSON
“Wait, what?”
Morgan and Katrina come in off the tags and Morgan immediately drops her opponent with a clothesline. Katrina pops up off the mat and as she does, Morgan catches her and delivers a German Suplex. Morgan maintains her grip as she lifts Katrina back up and delivers a second German and this time bridging for a pin.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Morgan picks Katrina up and throws her into her corner and charges in delivering a corner clothesline before tagging in Marissa. Marissa comes in and the two grab Katrina and send her into the ropes. Katrina comes off the ropes and Morgan and Marissa deliver a double back drop before Morgan gets out of the ring and Marissa takes over the offense. Marissa picks Katrina up off the mat and as she does, delivers a snap suplex before floating through and picking Katrina back up and delivering a Falcon Arrow and going for a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
This time it’s Erin Mercer who comes in and breaks up the cover.
REYNOLDS
“Whoo! And Erin just barely makes the save!”
Marissa though, picks Katrina up and sends her into the ropes. As she hits the ropes though, Alex reaches out and tags herself into the match. Katrina comes off the ropes and Marissa delivers a backdrop, not seeing the blind tag and she goes to follow it up a running senton, but as soon as she hits the move, Alex comes in and delivers a lionsault to Marissa on top of Katrina. Katrina rolls out of the ring and Alex presses the advantage over Marissa as she picks the woman up off the mat and sends her into the corner where Fire would normally be, but she’s still recovering from the early onslaught she faced and Alex comes charging in and delivers a corner dropkick before tossing Marissa out and climbing to the top rope. Before Alex could hit the move though, Fire reached up out of sight of Alex and tagged herself in.
HANSON
“Blind tag by Fire, again! I don’t think Alex realizes!”
Alex then climbs to the top rope, still not knowing there was a tag. launches herself and hits a 450 splash and goes for a cover, but the ref tells her that Marissa is no longer legal and Alex looks around and she sees Fire standing on the top rope with a smirk as she launches herself and delivers a missile drop kick to Alex. Fire then follows it up by picking Alex up and sending her into her corner where Erin tags herself in. It looked like Fire didn’t really want to fight her partner’s girlfriend right now.
REYNOLDS
“Hah! I guess it wouldn’t look good if she beats her partner’s girlfriend’s ass, would it?”
HANSON
“Well, that might be it. I’m sure Ice is watching from home in Greensboro. Probably on the edge of her seat!”
Erin comes in off the tag and Fire looks at the woman she tells Erin to bring it on and the two women lock up and Erin immediately goes behind into a waistlock before transitioning into a front chancery before picking Fire up and delivering a fisherman’s suplex and bridging for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Erin picks Fire up and sends her into the ropes. As she hits the ropes, Morgan tags herself in and Fire grabs the ropes and stops her momentum and looks back at Morgan with a little anger in her eyes at the idea of being tagged back out of the match. Morgan shrugs her shoulders as she climbs into the ring and Fire gets out. Morgan and Erin look at each other and Morgan is the first to make a move with a stiff forearm smash right across the chin of Erin who eats the move and delivers one of her own. The two go back and forth, exchanging forearms before Morgan finally gets the better of the exchange before changing it up and delivering a superkick that causes Erin to Erin to stumble into Fire’s corner. Fire tags herself in and Morgan looks at her and you can tell on her face that she doesn’t want to fight her fellow member in The Kingdom.
REYNOLDS
“Ohhhhhh, here we go, Nicky!!!”
HANSON
“What’s gonna happen, here?! Kingdom versus Kingdom?! We know how Morgan Payne feels about in-fighting!”
Fire though, gets right up in her face and yells for Morgan to fight her. Morgan though shakes her head no and Fire rolls her eyes before just delivering a very hard slap across the face of Morgan. You can see the anger building in Morgan, but she still refuses to fight her friend. Fire again delivers a slap to the face, but this time Morgan retaliates by simply pushing Fire back with all her strength and sends Fire onto her butt in the middle of the ring before she walks over to her corner and tags Marissa in.
HANSON
“WHOA!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“HO-HOOOOOOOO MAAAAAAAAN!!!!”
HANSON
“Morgan might not wanna fight her friend, but she isn’t gonna take that from anybody!”
Fire looks up, a little shocked, but then smirks and laughs as she gets up and hits a standing dropkick on Marissa. The move causes Marissa to stumble into the ropes and Fire charges in and hits a clothesline that sends Marissa over the top rope to the floor. Fire sees this and hits the opposite ropes and as she does, Sammi tags herself in. Fire again stops and you can see the anger in her face at not being able to get any sort of significant offense in before being tagged out. Sammi gets in and as she does, Marissa is getting back into the ring and when she does, Sammi immediately hits a hurricanrana and goes for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sammi throws Marissa into the ropes and as she does, Erin tags herself back in and comes into the ring. Sammi looks to hit a standing dropkick, but Erin swats her out of the air and follows it up with a dragon screw before tagging Alex in. Alex comes in and the two pick Sammi up and deliver a double vertical suplex before Erin gets out of the ring and Alex climbs to the top rope and delivers a Phoenix splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--!
But Fire breaks up the cover!! Alex looks back at Fire who shrugs her shoulders as she gets back out of the ring, but Sammi has rolled out of the ring and Alex sees her opponent on the floor. Alex once again climbs to the top rope and delivers a moonsault on Sammi on the floor. Alex stands up, but that’s not all on the floor as Morgan now comes flying through the ropes and delivers a suicide dive that takes both Alex and Sammi down. The three are back to their feet, but it’s not for very long as we see Fire come flying through the air and hitting a tope con hilo to all three women. Fire stands up and as she does, looks up and sees Katrina launching herself with a corkscrew moonsault. Katrina stands up and as she does, Erin comes flying in and hits a springboard crossbody as the crowd is going insane for all of this.
HANSON
“BODIES FLYING ALL OVER THE PLACE, JIM REYNOLDS!!!”
REYNOLDS
“BITCHES FLYING ALL OVER THE RING, NICK HANSON!!!”
HANSON
“Oh, c’mon now….”
Erin picks Alex up and tosses her into the ring and pulls her to her corner and tags herself in as Sammi rolls into the ring. Erin picks Sammi up and sends her into the ropes. Sammi comes off the ropes and as she does, Erin delivers a Japanese armdrag before transitioning it into a hammer lock. Sammi refuses to quit as she makes it to her feet. Sammi manages to slip out of the hold and deliver a basement dropkick that drops Erin to her knees before delivering a superkick that puts Erin onto her back. She then rolls through and tags Katrina in. Katrina comes in and picks Erin up off the mat and delivers the Rage Quit! Katrina gets up and looks down at Erin before Fire gets up onto the apron and sneaks in a tag unbeknownst to Katrina who picks Erin up and hits 7th Heaven! Kartina goes for the cover as the ref tells her that she’s no longer the legal person. Katrina looks confused as she rolls off of Erin and as she does, Fire launches herself off the top rope and hits Fire Starter and goes for the cover before anyone else can react.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
The bell sounds and Fire looks just as shocked as most of the people in the match as she stands up as “A Song of Ice and Fire” plays and she has her hand raised in victory.
HANSON
“SHE DID IT!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“HOW IN THE HELL?!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner...aaaaaaand the number one contender to the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championship!! Representing Fire & Ice!! FIIIIIIIIRRRRRREEEEE!!!!!”
HANSON
“FIRE...HAS...DONE IT!!!! ALL BY HERSELF!!”
REYNOLDS
“WE NEED A DO OVER!!”
HANSON
“No do overs, Jim!! Fire & Ice are going to Invasion to face Nostalgia Ultra for the Women’s Tag Team Titles! We just have to wonder if Ice will be at one hundred percent AND will TyAnna Jupiter be at one hundred percent? I understand she’s being examined at a nearby hospital. We’ll find out next week as we roll into Vancouver, British Columbia, folks! Don’t miss it! Next week! June 11th! It’s NFW’s Invasion!!!”
The camera focuses on Fire in the ring, celebrating despite her exhaustion as the credits roll.
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Match Results
Match #1. Crazy Hot def. Nostalgia Ultra
Match #2. Eavan Maloney def. Lluvia Cane and retained the Women’s TV Championship
Match #3. Wyld Stallion def. Vincent Stone
Match #4. Eddy Poe def. Kyle Smalls by ref stoppage
Match #5. Chris Wolfe def. Anton Crowley
Match #6. Fire won the Fatal Fourway Women’s Tag Team match and will go to Invasion, with Ice, to face Nostalgia Ultra for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championships!
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Match Writers
Match #1. Crazy Hot v. Nostalgia Ultra written by FireAndIce
Match #2. Eavan Maloney v. Lluvia Cane written by FireAndIce
Match #3. Wyld Stallion v. Vincent Stone written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #4. Eddy Poe v. Kyle Smalls written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #5. Chris Wolfe v. Anton Crowley written by Steinn
Match #6. Skillz Vendorz v. Iron Maidens v. Merlex v. Fire written by FireAndIce
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Commentary Added By
Commissioner Steven Brody
