INVASION - Vancouver, BC! 06/11/2019!

The show opens with clips of Vancouver landmarks like Stanley Park and Grouse Mountain, overlayed with recreations of the US invasion of Canada under Benedict Arnold and Napoleon's invasion of Russia.




Around the sold-out arena, the camera catches signs from the crowd.

BULLET CLUB - TOO SWEET

WE WANT TO SMELL JASMINE

WELCOME BACK STEAMPUNK WARRIOR

LARA’S GONNA KILL YOU

BIG DADDY!

HANSON
“Welcome New Frontier fans to beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia! I am Nick Hanson, alongside as always my colleague Jim Reynolds, and a new face to the commentary team, Miranda Augustino!”

REYNOLDS
“In 1775, we invaded this stupid country, and tonight, we’re doing it again!”

AUGUSTINO
“At least this time, we won’t get beat up by crazy Canadians. Left that part out, Einstein.”

Jag'hatai D'habi and Darius Crowley are seen backstage, pacing the halls, getting ready for battle The rest of the Dominion of Pain hyping Crowley up. Ethan Skinner sits to the side, examining a knife stoically as he prepares mentally for Shelley Silver.

HANSON
“And as we can see backstage, the stars of New Frontier are getting ready. D’habi and Crowley have been at odds for some time, and tonight, no disqualification, no time limit, we go until there’s a winner.”

REYNOLDS
“WHAT a way to kick off our Canadian invasion than with two hard-hitters. Tonight, this ends for one of them!”


Live footage of The Kingdom arriving at the arena, interspersed with footage of Sativa and Lara going nose to nose at Gang Warfare. As the camera pans to the team of Fire & Ice, footage of the attack on Lilith and Christinà winning the four-team match last week to face Nostalgia Ultra. Jasmine passes by the camera, yelling Behold the Kingdom.

AUGUSTINO
“Now THIS is more like it! I love these chicks. They’ve said from the beginning they’re in charge, and after the beatdowns last week on the chicks in Sex & Violence, I’m fully on their side.”

HANSON
“You and Jim will make a great pair.”

REYNOLDS
“Don’t saddle me with the newb, Nicky! Look how confident Sativa Nevaeh and the team of Fire & Ice look. I’m predicting a Kingdom sweep tonight.”

Live footage of Sex & Violence arriving at the arena, Futura and TyAnna looking into the camera, holding up their championships, as Lara and Eagan do the same. Footage of Adrianna and Serena Frost interspersed adding themselves to the Women's Title match.

HANSON
“And there we see the group Sex & Violence. All four of them with their respective titles.”

REYNOLDS
“Best get a picture of that because it’ll be the LAST time we see that display again.”

The Unwanted, meanwhile are in another corner of the building. Adrianna Salvatore is seen taping up her wrists and jogging in place. Shelley Silver paces around the locker room between lunges, as the camera zooms in on her Silver Mountain Championship. Mia, Angel and their new manager Alissa go over strategy with Salvatore and Silver.

AUGUSTINO
“Is that Maloney chick wearing gears? Whatever. And here we see my pic to win the Women’s Title, Adrianna Salvatore. Just look at the size of her!”

REYNOLDS
“Do you know why they’re The Unwanted? Because nobody wants them! Heck, I hear even their manager was seen earlier with Salvatore’s opponent, Serena Frost.”


Back at the parking lot, we see an SUV pull up at as Kenny Omega and The Elite exit. On the split screen, a pair of Black Escalades arrive and out step Prince Devitt and the rest of the Bullet Club. Bad Luck Fale gives a strong tap on each of the vehicles after everyone has disembarked and the vehicles drive away. Devitt looks at Tama Tonga, who gives him a confident nod, as they make their way towards the locker room area.

HANSON
“And here we see Kenny Omega and The Elite arriving, as well as Prince Devitt and the Bullet Club. Tonight, one of these stables will be gone from New Frontier!”

REYNOLDS
“It’ll be “too sweet” a day we are rid of the damn Bullet Club!”

AUGUSTINO
“Did you come up with that all by yourself, Jimbo? Now THIS match, I’m looking forward to. Suzuki, Sabre, they’re young, they’re hungry, and completely outgunned by the Paynes in the McKeesport Mafia.”

HANSON
“The tag team championships will be decided by these two teams right there, Suzuki-gun and the McKeesport Mafia. Reynolds, why are you pouting?”

REYNOLDS
“I didn’t want to agree with the walking coloring book beside me.”

A split screen of the members of Suzuki-gun, Minoru Suzuki & Zack Sabre Jr and The McKeesport Mafia, Big Daddy Payne & Andrew Payne can be seen. Suzuki-gun can be seen prepping with air jabs at the camera, while the Mafia are sitting back in their locker room, confident in their experience.

The camera finds Lara Blackheart and Nico Salvatore in a quiet spot of the arena, Lara looking concerned while Nico is trying to build her up. She’s looking down at her Women’s Title and sighs, not looking at the camera.

HANSON
“And it all comes down to this. The Women’s Title. Sativa Nevaeh won her way in by beating Lara Blackheart. Adrianna Salvatore, a former champion herself, interjected with her rematch clause, two weeks ago, Serena pinned Lara in a mixed tag match and demanded her spot in. Lara finds herself in a tough situation.”

REYNOLDS
“You look at how Sex & Violence look now. TyAnna and Futura attacked The Kingdom on their own. Our TV Champion, Eavan Maloney has all but distanced herself, and now Lara is an island. Can she retain? The odds are heavily stacked against her.”


A video package of the main event of Tyler Grey and Judas Lasher, and the unification of the Jr. Heavyweight and Heavyweight Champions, with a showing of the new NFW World Championship. The two men in their respective locker rooms, their belts on benches beside them, stretching. Lasher is seen punching a bag, dodging back and forth.

HANSON
“And our main event. The Jr. Heavyweight Champion, “The Terminator” Tyler Grey facing off against the Heavyweight champion, “The King of Pain” Judas Lasher in a unification match. One of them will become the New Frontier World Champion!”

REYNOLDS
“I said earlier The Kingdom will sweep, and I’ll extend it one further. The King will sit upon his throne with the World Championship.”

AUGUSTINO
“I’m just here for the bloodshed, but I can’t deny a man with almost as much ink as I do. Lasher with the win and the world championship. Yes, Reynolds, we agreed again, get over it.”
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Snippets of videos are seen of Elizaveta Von Dutch and Jag’hatai D’habi experiencing Vancouver. They are seen hopping on and off the trolley’s with a weekend pass, standing and looking out at the Vancouver skyline at the lookout, experiencing the nightlife that is the best Vancouver has to offer, sitting at a bench at the beautiful Butchart Gardens.

Looking at the camera as it turns to spin on her, Ms Von Dutch smiles her sweet smile and nods at Jag’hatai as he walks away on the suspension bridge they are on. “What a perfect setting to address the only man who has earned anything from us, a suspension bridge. Why you ask, the answer to that should be simple if you have been paying attention. Mr Crowley, our match is a strange one, and we have you to thank for that. We had hoped to change the weapons on the battlefield. We had hoped you would gravitate towards weapons of war to give the fans what they deserve. So our match became a No DQ, No Time Limit, must be a winner battle. You agreed to these stipulations, and then decided to not use any weapons claiming that your body is a weapon. We believe battlefields are important and should be equal, so with that in mind we told you we would not use any weapons either.”

She turns and nods at Jag’hatai who produces nunchucks and tosses them over the side, and the camera watches them splash into the cold water below. He turns and walks over to where Elizavetta is talking to the camera and crosses his arms behind her. She turns to continue to address the camera “Talking about things is good, proving them is better. Now, please remember, you gave us your word you would not use weapons. Should that somehow change, we will change our mind too. You and us have a storied dance, and at Invasion, in Vancouver, it ends and we will finally vanquish you.” Jag’hatai taps her on the shoulder and holds out his hand for the microphone. She looks surprised and hands it to him.

He lifts the microphone to his lips and smiles, and raises his other hand and counts 1,2,3. “Truth is not what you want it to be. It is what it is. You must bend to its power, or live a lie.”

Satisfied his message is delivered, in one sentence, he hands the microphone back to her and she smirks “Well, there you have it, straight from his mouth. Truth,isn't subjective, as some believe. Truth is, your time here is coming to an end. See you soon Mr Crowley.”

Fade out to black….
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Roger Arden stands in the ring with the microphone, looking as sharp as ever in his crisp, black suit. He lifts the microphone and his booming voice fills the arena.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen!! Good evening and welcome!! New Frontier Wrestling is proud to present to you: INVASION!!!!”

The camera pans across the arena as the crowd cheers excitedly. The camera finds Roger in the ring again.

ARDEN
“This is your opening contest and is scheduled for one fall!”

“ONE FALL!”

ARDEN
“This match will be No Disqualification, No Countouts and there will be NO time limit!”

HANSON
“Well, Miranda! Your first match you’ll be calling here in NFW and it’s anticipated to be an absolute war between two men who are undefeated in their entire careers! You get to watch history be made during your first hour of work!”

REYNOLDS
“Hah! Assuming this match goes under an hour, Nicky!”

AUGUSTINO
“Haha, man. I can’t fucking wait! Let’s get this show on the road!”



The audience roars with a pop again as...the lights go dark throughout the arena and light in reds, greens, blues, yellows beam across the darkness. Fifteen seconds in, a spotlight randomly lights up a section of the stands where he is found walking among the fans. As he does, the lovely Lady Elizavetta Von Dutch saunters down the ramp with her umbrella over her shoulder, in her sultry way before coming to the guard rail to wait for her client.

ARDEN
“Introducing first!! From Hell, Michigan!!! He weighs in at one hundred and eighty five pounds! Being accompanied to the ring by The Lady, Elizavetta Von Dutch!! He is “The Ragman”! JAG’HATAAAAAAIIIIII D’HAAAAAAAABIIIIIIIII!!!!”

D’habi finally gets down to ring level and he slides off his jacket and slides in the ring, after a considerable amount of time, four minutes and nineteen seconds, the length of his whole entrance song. Once he’s inside the ring, he promptly removes his entrance gear and hands it to Elizavetta. Jag’hatai watches the ramp, intensely, throwing shadow punches and kicks before running the ropes back and forth to get his blood pumping. He finally kicks off of the ropes into an impressive flip through the air, twisting his body and landing in an agile pose to the pop of the crowd. D’habi slowly lifts his eyes towards the ramp again as the lights go completely out….



The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.

1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.

ARDEN
"His opponent...representing the Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"

As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the Jag’hatai D’habi with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
“Are we gonna see the handshake?”

AUGUSTINO
“It’s certainly something between these two.”

REYNOLDS
“Like they respectfully kick the shit out of each other each time!”

Darius and Jag’hatai are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two men walk up to each other and give each other the warrior style handshake where the clasp forearms and stare each other down. After a tense couple of moments, the hold is broken and the two men back up once more and start to circle the ring. Finally, the two men meet in the middle of the ring once again and lock up. The two men jostle for position and Darius eventually gets the advantage as he forces Jag’hatai into the ropes. Darius breaks the hold and taps Jag’hatai on the chest with some force and backs up giving a fairly clean break.

REYNOLDS
“Ohhhhhhhh!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Fellas, I do believe Darius just told Jag’hatai to, pardon my goddamn French, but we are in Canada: Fucking. Bring. It.”

HANSON
“They might have a respect for each other but they doesn’t mean they have to like one another!”

AUGUSTINO
“Do they dislike each other?”

HANSON
“You know? I have no idea.”

REYNOLDS
“Darius is D.O.P. He doesn’t fucking like anybody!”

Jag’hatai comes out of the ropes and as he does, Darius looks for a roundhouse kick, but Jag’hatai ducks under it and grabs Darius and delivers a German suplex before getting up to his feet and hitting a sliding knee strike and going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

HANSON
“And Darius Crowley says ‘you’re not ending this that quickly, Ragman!’”

AUGUSTINO
“That was a fucking hit, though!”

Jag’hatai picks Darius up off the mat and looks to send him into the ropes, but Darius reverses it and sends Jag’hatai into the ropes instead. Jag’hatai comes off the ropes and as he does, he is dropped by a Gamengiri by Darius who follows up with a double stomp before Jag’hatai rolls out of the ring. Jag’hatai walks around on the floor, trying to gather his thoughts and his breath. He doesn’t get much reprieve though as he turns around to face the ring and as he does, Darius launches himself and hits Jag’hatai with a suicide dive that sends both crashing to the floor.

REYNOLDS
“WATCH OUT, RIGHT IN FRONT OF US!!!!”

HANSON
“AND THE DAMNED ONE IS GONNA FLY, FOLKS!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“HOLY SHIT!!!!”

HANSON
“No regard for his own well being!! Darius Crowley sacrifices himself to do damage to Jag’hatai D’habi!!”

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

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“THIS IS AWESOME!”

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“THIS IS AWESOME!”

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“THIS IS AWESOME!”

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Darius picks Jag’hatai up and sends him back first into the barricade before charging in and looking to deliver a shoulder tackle, but Jag’hatai moves out of the way and Darius hits the barricade shoulder first. Jag’hatai grabs Darius and delivers a fisherman’s buster onto the ramp before following it up with a senton splash. Jag’hatai picks Darius up and drives him back first into the ring apron before using the ring apron to assist him in hitting a tornado DDT to Darius on the floor. Jag’hatai grabs Darius and rolls him back into the ring and climbs to the top rope. Jag’hatai looks to hit a frog splash, but Darius rolls out of the way causing his opponent to crash and burn on the mat.

HANSON
“And Jag’hatai crashes to the mat!”

AUGUSTINO
“Ragman took too long and hit the mat like a ragdoll!!”

REYNOLDS
“Sounded like a sack of bricks, though!”

Darius picks Jag’hatai up and as he does, starts hitting him with a series of open hand rights and lefts to the face and chest before finishing the combo off with a spinning backfist that hits Jag’hatai square in the temple dropping him to the mat. Darius though picks his opponent up and sends him into the ropes. As Jag’hatai comes off the ropes, Darius pops him up into the air and delivers a wicked looking European uppercut before grabbing his opponent by the waist and delivering a deadlift German suplex and bridging for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Darius grabs his opponent and rolls him onto his back as he locks in the Camel Clutch. He wrenches back as Jag’hatai screams in pain, but refuses to give up. Jag’hatai tries and tries to break out of the hold, but just as it looks like he’s about to, Darius transitions into Helm’s Deep! Darius pulls back on the neck of Jag’hatai and applies as much pressure as he can to the hold. The ref is in perfect position as Jag’hatai tries to fight out of the hold, but Darius has it locked in tight. The ref keeps asking if Jag’hatai wants to give up and every time it looks like he’s about to tap, he just keeps on fighting, trying to break free.

REYNOLDS
“I hate to admit it, Nicky and Miranda, but Jag’hatai D’habi’s gotta give up or find a miracle escape!!”

HANSON
“Darius Crowley isn’t gonna let up on the hold!”

AUGUSTINO
“How do you even get out of this hold?!”

HANSON
“Guys, I think Jag’hatai’s fading!”

After being locked into the submission for a long time, Jag’hatai’s body and arms go limp and the ref checks on him and sees that the man is out and immediately calls for the bell as Darius releases the hold.

~DING DING DING~

Darius Crowley falls back in exhaustion as an unconcious Jag’hatai D’habi falls forward. Both men lay there on the mat with only Darius showing any motion, but barely as “Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel” plays again and he rolls onto his side, looking at Jag’hatai as Elizavetta Von Dutch slides into the ring and starts rousing her client. Elizavetta lifts her gaze to Crowley and can be seen saying, as she points to The Ragman. ‘He passed out. He did not tap!’ Darius Crowley stares back at her and nods, slowly. He then turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling...and laughs, as he brings a hand over his eyes.

REYNOLDS
“Guys, is...is Darius Crowley...is he laughing?!”

HANSON
“Why, yes he is, Jim!”

AUGUSTINO
“Pretty fucking obvious he’s laughing, Jimbo.”

REYNOLDS
“Well no shit, Miranda but the man never laughs! He never even smiles! And don’t call me Jimbo!”

AUGUSTINO
“Chill, dude. So, what does this mean for these two? Is this thing over between them?”

HANSON
“Funny enough, I don’t think so….”

As Jag’hatai D’habi starts to come to, Elizavetta rolls him over and helps him out of the ring. Darius Crowley sits up, finally, composing himself as he watches the two leave ringside, escorted down the back aisle. Jag’hatai, finally realizing what happened, turns back towards the ring to stare at Crowley. Crowley stares back at him with an unsatisfied look in his eyes. Jag’hatai cracks a small smirk of amusement as he and Elizavetta leave Darius to enjoy his ‘victory.’

Winner: Darius Crowley
Result: Technical Submission
Time: 27:59
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In the garage of the arena at the latest NFW show, Eddy Poe is sitting on the hood of his car, drinking a Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. Dona Rotten sat next to him, Cherry Addams and The Frightners sat close by on the hood of the next car, no idea who it belonged to. There was an Aura of power coming from The Slasher. His brood surrounded him like a pack surrounds it's Alpha.

"Uncle Ed! Uncle Ed! I have a question, of a spooky nature!" Splatterday, the tall and skinny Frightner asked his Uncle.

"Whatcha got kid?" Ed said, gesturing to him with the beer.

"Why did you hurt poor small man?"

"Who, Kyle Smalls?"

"Yes, the small man!"

"Honestly? Nothing against the kid. See, I'm Eddy fucking Poe. When Steven Brody came to me, he said that he needed someone to be in the upper echelon of NFW wrestlers. He knew I'd been in the business for a long time. He knew I'm on of the blood spillingest, bone chillingest, most merciless wrestlers on this side of the world. And then he puts me in some time filler match with this punk ass kid? Yeah no. I'm not having it."

"It was fun to watch him bleed father." Cherry Addams, the psycho adopted child of Eddy Poe said.

"Well Cherry, I'm not done. Until Steven Brody makes good on the promise that he made to me, I will leave the ring red with blood every night. That's my offer. No debate."

Eddy finished his beer, and tossed it into the open window of a car just to be an asshole.

"Choice is his. Either give me what he promised, or the roster will continue to get thinner no matter who they sign."

"That's devilish uncle Ed! Spooky even!" Splatterday said excitedly.

"Absolutely dreadful father!" Cherry Addams said.

"I'll be a better champ than Lasher. That's for sure."

Returning to ringside, the camera focuses on Roger Arden in the ring again as he raises the microphone to his mouth.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall!”

ONE FALL!

ARDEN
“And it is for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championships!”

HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?!”

REYNOLDS
“Time for my first prediction to come true!”

AUGUSTINO
“We’ll see what goes down!”



“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins, the arena is filled with red and white lights. As the drums kick in, the lights go out and a red and a white spotlight hit the entrance ramp where Ice in her white jacket with the hood covering her face and Fire with her red jacket and hood covering her face stand. As the beat picks up, the two remove their hoods and Fire begins headbanging to the song.

ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challengers!! Representing The Kingdom! FIRE...AND...IIIIIIIIICE!!!!!”

HANSON
“And I gotta say, folks, Ice is looking great, given the circumstances of her absence last week.”

REYNOLDS
“That’s one tough little chick, Nicky!”

AUGUSTINO
“I think you mean ‘one tough little faerie’, Jimbo.”

REYNOLDS
“Faerie. Right, right. Excu---HEY!!! I said stop calling me Jimbo!”

Ice looks forward as she makes her way down the ramp followed by Fire who is slapping the hands of the fans. The two make it to the ring and Fire hops up onto the ring apron as Ice climbs up the steps. The two enter the ring at the same time as the ring as they remove their jackets and toss them to the outside and go to their corner to discuss last minute strategy.



After a brief silence, the lights darken again, turning blue and pink as The Internet’s “Get Away” fills the arena. The crowd boos as TyAnna Jupiter and Futura Soli come strutting out onto the stage. TyAnna wears her title around her waist while Futura wears hers proudly over her shoulder. TyAnna stops on the stage with her back to the ring. She flips her hair over her shoulder and winks at the camera. She lifts her eyes up to the ring then and her expression turns to a scowl as she turns to face the ring directly. Beside her, Futura Soli steps up, with a scowl of equal hatred. She looks to TyAnna, turning the woman’s face towards her and lays a deep kiss on her lips. TyAnna and Futura smirk at one another before turning and starting down the ramp.

ARDEN
“Their opponents! Representing Sex & Violence! They are the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! “The Guardian of Love” TyAnna Jupiter...Futura “Pink Matter” Soli..NOSTALGIAAAAAAAAAA UUUUUULLLLLLLTRAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Obviously no love loss between these two teams, boys.”

HANSON
“Indeed not, but just as was said about Ice, TyAnna Jupiter is looking pretty good, all things considered! And it’s only been a week since her own attack! She said she was Unbreakable. She very well may be!”

Together, as Fire & Ice watch with hot anger and cold focus, Nostalgia Ultra enter the ring and strike their pose in the center of the ring. TyAnna winks at the camera again before immediately walking over and getting in Fire’s face Before she gets too close, however, Ice steps in the way, scowling up at the larger woman! TyAnna looks down at her, sizing her up, unimpressed before referee Yumi Akiyama finally separates them and gets Nostalgia Ultra to go back to their corner. As they do, Futura Soli points at Fire, talking trash inaudibly as she gestures to TyAnna, clearly wanting to get back at her for what she did to her partner and lover the previous week.

Fire and Ice and Nostalgia Ultra are in the ring as the ref presents the titles to the crowd before handing them over to the time keeper. Fire starts out in the ring as Ice gets out onto the apron and Futura is in the ring starting things out for her team. Once everything is settled and both teams are ready, the ref calls for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Fire immediately comes charging in and takes Futura down with a double leg takedown and starts to rain forearm after forearm down trying to break Futura’s guard with a few of the swings actually connecting. Fire gets up off of one half of the tag champions and Futura gets back to her feet. As she does, Fire grabs her and sends her into the ropes. Futura comes off the ropes and as she does, Fire leaps and knocks Futura down with a standing dropkick. Futura doesn’t have time as Fire gets immediately back up to her feet and hits a running senton splash before going for a quick cover.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Futura rolls out of the ring as TyAnna drops down off the apron and grabs her partner for the two of them to talk over strategy one more time. As they do this, they don’t notice Fire who leaps over the top rope with a corkscrew tope con hilo and crashes into both members of the tag team champions and sends them down. Fire hops back up to her feet and yells something as the crowd cheers for her. Fire grabs Futura and rolls her back into the ring. As she does, Futura grabs the attention of the ref and TyAnna takes this opportunity to grab Fire from behind and send her shoulder first into the ring steps. TyAnna then picks the woman up and throws her into the ring where Futura takes the opportunity to pick Fire up and deliver a brainbuster before going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Futura picks Fire up and sends her into her corner. Futura comes charging in and she hits a corner splash as TyAnna reaches in and tags herself into the match. TyAnna comes in off the tag as Futura snapmares Fire out of the corner and as she does, TyAnna hits the ropes and comes off, delivering a dropkick right to the face. Futura finally gets out of the ring and TyAnna picks Fire back up off the mat. TyAnna whips Fire into the ropes and as she comes off, looks for a crossbody, but she telegraphs the move and Fire drops down and delivers an uppercut that staggers TyAnna. Fire gets up and sends TyAnna into her corner and comes charging in with a running shoulder tackle as Ice reaches down and tags herself in. Fire grabs TyAnna and brings her out of the corner as Ice comes in.

HANSON
“And here comes Ice into the match!”

REYNOLDS
“Oh you know she wants some!”

AUGUSTINO
“Shit, I want some!”

REYNOLDS
“Wait, what?”

AUGUSTINO
“What?”

Fire sends TyAnna towards Ice who delivers a drop toe hold that causes TyAnna to hit the middle turnbuckle and as she does, Fire comes rushing in and hits a reverse Meteora before seemlessly going between the ropes and onto the apron. Ice pulls TyAnna out from the ropes and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ice grabs TyAnna by the ankle and looks to put her into an ankle lock, but TyAnna is able to scramble to the ropes before too much damage could be done to her. Ice breaks the hold at a count of four by the ref as she backs away and as TyAnna is making her way back to her feet, Ice grabs her leg and delivers a nasty looking dragon screw. Ice stands up and so does TyAnna only for Ice to deliver a second dragon screw. This time, TyAnna isn’t as quick to make it to her feet, but when she does, Ice sends her into the ropes. TyAnna comes off the ropes and Ice goes for a crossbody, but TyAnna catches her and delivers a fallaway slam. TyAnna kips up and walks over to her corner where she tags Futura back into the match.

HANSON
“And now Futura comes back in. Nostalgia Ultra has turned this match back around in their favor.”

AUGUSTINO
“This is why they’re the champions!”

REYNOLDS
“Indeed it is!”

Futura comes in and both her and TyAnna come in and pick Ice up. The tag team champions hook Ice and take her over with a double suplex. TyAnna rolls out of the ring as the ref yells for her to get out and Futura picks Ice up and delivers a kick to the midsection doubling her over before hitting the ropes and connecting with a running spinning neckbreaker. Ice immediately grabs at the already previously injured neck as Futura picks Ice up and delivers an arm choke neckbreaker and Ice rolls around on the mat, clutching at her neck in clear pain.

HANSON
“OHH!!! And that’s gonna aggravate that injury from two weeks ago! TyAnna Jupiter tried to crush Ice’s throat with a chair. It’s why she was unable to compete last week in the number one contender’s match!”

REYNOLDS
“Yeah, but Fire competed and she won it single handedly!”

AUGUSTINO
“That’s why I’ve got faith in these girls!”

HANSON
“Funny enough, I think everyone has a little faith in them!”

AUGUSTINO
“A little? I have a lot!”

Futrua then grabs Ice and wraps her legs around Ice’s head and neck locking in a figure four headlock. Ice scrambles and screams in pain as Futura wrenches on the hold as Fire yells for her partner to break free and get to their corner. Ice continues to struggle and eventually finds a way to roll to her stomach and float over on top of Futura for a pinning attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

HANSON
“And not yet, as Futura kicks out!”

Futura gets up first and grabs Ice. She picks Ice up and delivers Pink Noise before tagging TyAnna back into the match. TyAnna comes in off the tag and picks Ice up and sends her into the ropes. Ice comes off the ropes and as she does, TyAnna pops her up into the air and as she comes down, Futura catches her with yet another neckbreaker. The ref yells at Futura to get out of the ring and as she does, TyAnna picks up Ice and delivers a small package driver and going for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Fire dives in and breaks up the cover keeping her team alive!!

REYNOLDS
“OH!!! AND FIRE JUST BARELY MAKES IT IN!!”

The ref yells for Fire to get out of the ring as she backs up back into her corner as TyAnna picks Ice up and looks to hit Supreme Thunder, but Ice drops down to the mat as soon as she sent out with the ripcord and scrambles between TyAnna’s legs and trips her up. As TyAnna hits the mat, Ice quickly locks in The Icicle and wrenches back on the hold as TyAnna screams in pain. Ice has her trapped in the middle of the ring and just as it looks like TyAnna is about to tap out, Futura comes diving in and breaks up the submission.

AUGUSTINO
“THERE’S SOLI WITH THE SAVE AND THE BELTS ARE STILL THEIRS!!”

Both ladies are now in the middle of the ring prone on their backs as the ref begins his ten count. At the count of five, TyAnna begins to stir followed by Ice who has Fire stomping on the steel steps and reaching her hand out as far as she can. Ice scratches and claws trying to make it to her corner, but TyAnna grabs Ice by the ankle. Ice though, delivers a quick mule kick that gets TyAnna off of her before she makes the dive and makes the tag to Fire.

HANSON
“ICE TAGS IN FIRE AND HERE SHE COMES!! HOT LIKE A MISSILE!!!”

REYNOLDS
“HOT LIKE FIRE, NICKY!!”

AUGUSTINO
“HEYOOOOO!!!”

Fire comes in off the tag and takes TyAnna down with a back elbow before charging over and delivering a forearm smash to the face of Futura dropping her from the apron. Fire then charges at TyAnna again and this time takes her down with a jumping clothesline before following it up with a standing moonsault. Ice is back up to her feet and begging to be tagged back in. Fire shrugs her shoulders and tags Ice back in who climbs to the top rope. As she does, Fire picks TyAnna up onto her shoulders and delivers a rolling Death Valley Driver before Ice launches herself off the top rope with a leg drop and Fire finishes it off with the 450 and the duo deliver Melt Away! Ice goes for the cover as Fire stands guard for Futura.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
“THEY’VE DONE IT!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“LOOK AT THAT!!!”

ARDEN
“Here are your winners...AAAAAAND NEEEEEEEEEEEWW NFW WOMEN’S TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!! FIRE...AND...ICE!!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“HOLY SHIT, I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“I SURE AS FUCK DO!!!!”

HANSON
“They overcame the odds last week when Fire, single handedly, won the Number One Contendership! They said they were going to follow through and complete their journey and by god they did!!”

The crowd goes crazy as Fire drops to her knees and grabs her best friend and partner and the two embrace in a hug as the ref grabs the Women’s Tag Team Titles and hands them over to the new champions and raising their hands. Ice is seen clutching at her neck, but smiling widely as Fire proudly raises the title high in the air for the fans before embracing her partner one more time and the two continue their celebration.

Winners: Fire & Ice (New Champions)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 23:42
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A camera turns on and lights are seen flying across the ceiling. There are mumbled voices in the background. A red door opens to a smoking area outside a club in Vancouver, BC. From the sound of the music, Romeo’s Distress by Christian Death circa 1982 we already know it is bound to be Ethan Skinner, likely stepping out to grab a smoke.

Ethan turns the camera angle by pressing a button and he half smiles, half smirks at the camera. “So Vancouver, are you ready for this, are you truly ready? The long awaited match between me and Shelley is going to happen when you get invaded. I did see you out there gurl, sitting at the announcer’s booth. ‘Well, I am not facing this side of him.’ I laughed so hard. Most people would not have jumped off the ladder, but I am over caring about my body now. So. I did it.”

The camera angle goes down by his legs as he sits down on a bench and then we see nothing but sky as the sound of a lighter is heard, he picks back up his camera and continues. “Shelley, are you sure about this? I mean at least with my deathmatch side, I am predictable. You can trust me to be untrustworthy, I am predictably unpredictable. As an actual Judoka in the ring, I will be pulling out things you haven’t seen me do, so you can’t really prepare for that, can you? No film to watch, no indies to scout, no rap sheet to scour to prepare. I do think you are likely one of the strongest women I have met. But I do owe you for a while back.”

He takes a drag of his clove cigarette and looks back at the camera. “I had every intention of talking about the whole roster because it has grown, but this is not the time. In a few short days I take that title from you Shelley, because it is about time I have gold. I will see you then.”

He stands and waves at the camera, smoke billowing out of his mouth and nose, and the camera turns off.

The camera cuts back to the ring where Roger Arden stands in the center, ready with the microphone.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a special Catch-As-Catch-Can Wrestling Match and it is for the NFW Silver Mountain Championship! This match will be competed for under standard Catch-Can Wrestling rules. There are no pinfalls. There are no count-outs. The competitors may not leave the ring, lest they be disqualified. The match is over only by knockout or submission! At this time, please welcome the special guest referee for this match - Mike Beltran!”



Mike Beltran, famous UFC referee, waves to the audience who applaud him for being there. Just as he brings his hand down….



The lights around the arena go dark as Ka Mate by Nazgul starts to play, Red lights shine down near the ramp as fires starts to burn in a circle, from which a chair is first seen rising out from underneath the ramp side. It is the Gothic skull faced throne Ethan Skinner sometimes sits on in promos, but this time he is wearing a white gi and is proudly sporting his black belt around his waist as security guards surround him and escort him to the ring, no lights, no smoke.

ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challenger!! From Burnham Camp, New Zealand! Representing the Dominion of Pain...the Maori Warrior...ETHAAAAAAAAAN...SKIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!”

Ethan Skinner enters the ring more calmly and less theatrical than normal as he walks around the ring. Moving to his corner, Ethan tugs on the ropes, doing some final stretches as his music fades out.

The crowd cheers as Halestorm’s “I Am The Fire” fills the arena. Instead of her usual entrance, the camera cuts to the backstage, around the Gorilla Position, as we see a closeup of the Silver Mountain Championship. It shifts, telling us it’s being worn around someone’s waist and the camera starts to pan up and back. Before too long, we see Shelley Silver making her way to the ring, wearing spandex shorts and a gi-top housing the sigil for the Judo dojo she, herself, trained in. Rather than having her hair hang freely, she wears it up in a tight bun to keep it out of her face. With her, are Sloane Cameron and Angel Kusanagi. Sloane is dressed as she usually does while Angel, surprisingly, is dressed more casually in a baggy Crazy Hot t-shirt and track pants.

HANSON
“There she is! The defending champion! This is the match she asked for and the challenger gladly accepted!”

AUGUSTINO
“That is one bad bitch, Nick and Jim! Bad bitch!”

The camera moves out of Shelley’s way as she ascends the steps to the stage and goes right through the curtain and Sloane and Angel on her heels as her corner team. The fans pop as Shelley appears, immediately crossing the stage and moving down the ramp.

ARDEN
“His opponent! From Seattle, Washington! Being accompanied to the ring by Sloane Cameron and Angel Kusanagi! She is the NFW Silver Mountain Championship! The Leader of the Raindrops! SHELLEEEEEEEEEEEEEY….SIIIIIIIIILVEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!”

Shelley Silver reaches the ring where, true to this type of match, she removes the Silver Mountain Championship from around her waist and hands it off to the timekeeper. She then removes her own black belt and gi top, revealing a black sports bra underneath before kicking off her sandals. She enters the ring barefoot and waits in her corner.

As the music fades out, Mike Beltran calls both competitors to the center of the ring. He goes over the rules again, real quick, with them before having them touch and move back to their corners. Ethan Skinner sticks his fists out, smirking at the champion. Stone faced, Shelley Silver SLAMS her fists down on his, knocking them down. Ethan chuckles as the two back away from one another and Mike Beltran gets ready to begin the match.

BELTRAN
“Alright, here we go! Skinner - you ready?”

Ethan nods, hunching down in a stance, watching his opponent.

BELTRAN
“Silver - you ready?”

Shelley Silver nods, hopping on the balls of her feet and brings her hands up.

BELTRAN
“Start the match! Let’s go!”

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
“I believe, folks, this is where Joe Rogan would say ‘here - we - go!’”

Meeting Shelley Silver in the ring, he waits to the bell and bows at her and drops into a side split looking up at her, smirking. He extends a hand at her to shake her hand and she extends hers and helps him get to his feet and than quickly sends him over her back with an armdrag. She wasn’t expecting him to hold on though and is just as quickly on the mat because he yanks her down and rolls over her and keeping hold of the arm an the champ finds herself in an armbar with one of Skinner’s knees in her back.

HANSON
“Skinner takes the champ down and I believe, in Catch-Can, that’s gonna be a point for him!”

As the referee backs him up Shelley stands and winces at her arm and she nods at him with a smile. Ethan circles her as well, arms up and ready to strike at any moment, sending out leg kicks to feel the distance between the two of them. Shelley shoots in and manages a double leg takedown which she manoeuvres into a mounted position and rains down elbows and fists at Ethan as he covers up, frantically reaching for one of her arms.

REYNOLDS
“Look out, here comes Shelley!”

HANSON
“Ground and pound!”

AUGUSTINO
“Holy shit, I thought this was gonna be boring!”

Finding it, Ethan quickly moves his hips and Shelley flattens out so he can’t get her arm in an arm bar. Skinner tries to let go and swipe her legs out from underneath her. That plan also backfired as she jumped over it and he swings through and quickly stands up.

THIS IS AWESOME!!

THIS IS AWESOME!!

THIS IS AWESOME!!

With the crowd on their feet in Vancouver Shelley Silver wastes no time in grabbing Ethan Skinner in a BJJ style clinch and starts slamming knees into his midsection. Ethan counters though, with a step through foot sweep and Shelley finds herself on her back as he has a top mounted position and is raining elbows and fists this time. Shelley tries to grab an arm, looking for leverage and a way to escape. Ethan finds himself caught, or so she thought as immediately after she grabbed his arm to arm bar it, he backed away, letting her up.

REYNOLDS
“Hoooooly shit, guys! Did you think we’d be seeing a wrestling championship competed for under these rules?!”

HANSON
“I did not!”

As she stands he bows again, showing respect where it is due and she bows back, showing the same level of respect she received.

AUGUSTINO
“Respect between two martial artists, right there.”

Ethan and Shelley circled the mat again, gauging each other again before both competitors shot in for a hold. In a quick, technical scramble, Skinner and Silver rolled on the mat, quickly swapping positions back and forth as one would get a hold in but the other would find their way out of it. Every now and then, one would catch the other with an elbow or a knee before they broke away. Several minutes went by and both competitors started showing signs of bruising and swelling over their eyes. They started circling the mat again. Meanwhile, over in Shelley’s corner, Angel stood with her forearms on the apron, watching closely as she called out words of encouragement and advice to her tag team partner. In Japanese, of course.

REYNOLDS
“This match is taking forever, Nicky!”

HANSON
“No rounds in this type of contest, Jim! It goes full on until one competitor can no longer continue!”

REYNOLDS
“Like a street fight!”

AUGUSTINO
“Kumite! Kumite! Kumite! Kumite!”

REYNOLDS
“I know the real Frank Dux, you know.”

HANSON
“You do?”

AUGUSTINO
“Frank Dux is full of shit and a fucking liar. There’s no recorded record of him ever competing in a Kumite Tournament.”

As Ethan Skinner and Shelley Silver circled, Ethan motioned for Shelley to bring it in and threw a few air jabs, wanting to throw more hands. Shelley raised her eyebrows in amusement and moved in with the man. Ethan threw a jab and Shelley waved back. Shelley snapped out her foot for a front kick and Ethan blocked with his shin. He feigned a jab and went for a hook. Shelley leaned back, almost stumbling on her feet. Ethan smiled as Shelley closed in again. Narrowing her eyes, she threw a couple of jabs that he swatted away. She hit him with a stiff leg kick that let out a SMACK throughout the arena. Ethan just barely faltered in his steps and Shelley swept in low, coming under his arms and caught him with an uppercut. The crowd erupted as Ethan Skinner staggered and Shelley shot for his legs.

HANSON
“Whoa!!! Look out!! Outta nowhere!!! Takedown!!! Skinner’s been rocked!!”

As soon as Shelley Silver had Ethan Skinner on the mat, she mounted him and started throwing fists and elbows down. This time, he was too dazed to cover up, completely and referee Mike Beltran quickly pulled Shelley off, calling for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

REYNOLDS
“HOLY SHIT!!!!”

HANSON
“THAT’S IT!!! THAT’S IT!!! IT. IS. OVER!!!”

Shelley Silver pulled her mouth piece out and threw it at the camera as she stormed towards it, beating on her chest and threw up two fingers in front of the lens.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen! Here is your winner, by Technical Knockout!! Aaaaaaaaaand STILL….the NFW Silver Mountain Champion!!!! SHELLEEEEEEEEEEY...SIIIIIIIIILVEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!”

HANSON
“Shelley Silver, retains the New Frontier Wrestling Silver Mountain Championship, by beating her opponent into unconsciousness!! My GOD!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“I told you she was a bad bitch!”

As "I am the Fire" faded out, Shelley asked for a microphone when the Silver Mountain Championship was handed to her. She wasn't even out of breath as she looked down on Ethan Skinner, shaking her head. The cheering died down as she brought the microphone up to her lips. "You know... I had asked for a challenge. I wanted someone who was worthy. But what did I get?" She motioned to Ethan. "I wanted something different. I wanted a fight. I didn't even break a sweat during this match, so I have to ask... on what merits was this pathetic being signed to this company? This may only be my third wrestling championship, but I have a black belt in five different types of martial arts and have won numerous world championships in martial arts and mixed martial arts tournaments. While doing all of that, I also began to learn how to wrestle. Now I may not be the best, nor have I ever claimed to be. I never will, either. But there is one thing that I will claim to," she raised up her championship belt. "I am the Silver Mountain Champion. And by the looks of it, things are going to stay that way for a very long time."

She laid the belt down in front of her, "here's my line in the sand. I meant what I said on Twitter. In order to feel like a true champion of this division, I should face everyone in it. Maybe I'll start a trend. Maybe I'll be the laughing stock in all of professional wrestling. Either way, I don't give a fuck. I'm the Silver Mountain Champion and I will be the champion as I see fit." She shrugged, taking a deep breath. "I guess that all that there is left to say is... who's next?"

“I Am The Fire” resumed as Shelley Silver dropped the mic and picked up the Silver Mountain belt, joining Sloane Cameron and Angel Kusanagi outside of the ring. Angel immediately moves in, letting her tag team partner put an arm over her shoulder, even if she doesn’t really need it. Shelley does anyway, kissing Angel on the side of the head, as she holds her title up in the air, while the three ascend the ramp.

The camera opens on a closeup of two bright blue eyes, a bit of blonde hair hanging in front of them. As it pulls back a little more, Lara Blackheart's face can be seen, staring daggers into the camera, as though her opponents were inside the thing.

"All I've heard, for the last two weeks, is Sativa Neveah talking shit on Twitter. She's gonna kick my ass, blah blah blah. Let me tell you how much you concern me. How much your words mean to me." She snarled, not even a hint of the playful, fun girl she'd once been remaining. "If I retain my title... great. If not? Oh well. .But you and Frost can both get fucked, because no matter how much you and your friends try to be the center of fucking attention constantly, the only person I give a damn about in this match is Salvatore."

The camera pulled back more, revealing her fists taped up, and already a bit of blood seeping through from how hard she'd been hitting the nearby punching bag.

"Apocalypta. And yes, that's all I'm calling you. That's who you are. The girl I knew years ago would never have been so cruel and so callous about my father. Everything I've done... from getting kicked out of the Dominion, to being with that piece of trash Penelope... it's all worth it, just to be in this moment. This moment here. Where I'm getting ready to end this. Either I choke the goddamn life out of you, or you kill me. Either way.... this ends. Either I avenge him... or I join him."

Again, the camera returns to the ring and ringside area, focusing, finally, on Roger Arden with the microphone.

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Loser Leaves Town Match! In this instance, both competitors will represent their entire team. The loser of this match must leave New Frontier Wrestling and be joined by his associated team members!”

The crowd cheers as “Devil’s Sky” fills the arena. They begin to clap in rhythm to the music as The Elite in their entirety walk out onto the stage, through the curtain. Kenny Omega, of course, is in his full ring gear while The Young Bucks, Kota Ibushi, and this time Adam Page, join him, all in Elite t-shirts and jeans. Before Kenny begins approaching the ring however, he turns and gives hugs and daps to his team. They exchange a ‘one-sweet’ before he starts down the ramp.

ARDEN
“Introducing first! Representing The Golden Elite! Competing for the positions of Kota Ibushi, The Young Bucks and Adam Page! He is the Best Bout Machine!! KENNYYYYYYYYY OOOOOMEEEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

Looking slightly emotional, Kenny Omega manages to keep relative high spirits as he touches hands with the audience on his way to the ring. Once he reaches it, he gets more into the groove of things, coming to the center where he perform his signature gun shot pose. He pulls off his entrance gear, turning serious then as he looks to the stage and the lights go out.

As 'Real Rock n' Rolla' starts to play in the arena, out come Karl Anderson, Luke Gallows, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa to the top of the rampway, with both teams coming down to about halfway of the rampway before separating and flanking the ramp. A moment later, Bad Luck Fale is seen wheeling a black coffin to the top of the rampway. He stops to open the coffin and out steps Devitt in black body paint designed to look like the Venom symbiote. He gives Fale the 'too sweet' hand sign before he shambles down the rampway. He first comes up to Anderson and Tonga Loa, who he stops and exchanges the too sweet signs with before they turn and head up the ramp and stand with Fale as Devitt continues to shamble down the rampway. Devitt then comes to Karl Anderson and Tama Tonga, and then says something inaudible to them both causing them to both nod in agreement before they throw up the 'too sweet' and give it to him and they head up the rampway.

ARDEN
“And his opponent! Representing Bullet Club!! Competing for “Machinegun” Karl Anderson, Doc Luke Gallows and the Guerrillas of Destiny! He is….the Real Rock And Roller!! PRIIIIIIIIIIINCE…..DEEEEVIIIIIIIIIITT!!!!!”

Devitt slowly continues his zombie walk around ringside for a moment before entering the ring as the cameras cut back up to the ramp where the rest of the Bullet Club stand and wait, with stern looks on their faces. Devitt enters the ring and stands on the ring ropes facing the rampway, throwing up one last 'two sweet' to the rest of Bullet Club, who return the hand sign and walk back under the titantron.*

~DING DING DING~

As the bell rings the two men make their way to the centre of the ring and starts mouthing off to each other. Two icons in this business, two men with pride and ego on their side. Two men who have a score to settle in the hopes of staying here, in the NFW. Omega strikes first with a irish whip into a far turnbuckle and Devitt responds with a lariat out of the corner flooring Omega in the early goings of this match. Devitt picks the man back up and is met with a super kick for his troubles. Omega quickly grabs Devitt and launches him knee first into the turnbuckle. Devitt, already favouring his leg lands knife hand chop after knife hand chop onto Omega, eventually flooring him in the centre of the ring.

Devitt falls down alongside of him, on one knee as the crowd begins the “This is Awesome chants, both men letting it all hang out this early in the match. Devitt stands on one shaky leg and bounces off the far ropes landing a drive by kick into Omega’s face as he tries to sit up. Devitt walks over to Omega and grabs him by the hair Omega grabs in a small package and rolls him up.

ONE!!

KICKOUT!

Devitt rolls away from Omega and Omega starts tapping his head as he stands as well. The camera catches him mouth ”I am smarter than you Devitt!”. Devitt runs at him with the intent of landing a dropkick but unfortunately misjudges and flies right out of the ring landing had on the concrete floor. Omega starts to walk over to get out of the ring and the referee gets in between the two men, backing Omega into a corner and starts the count out. Omega sits down in the corner he is in and shrugs.

REYNOLDS
“Well, if there’s gonna be a countout, who’s Kenny to stop it? He wins the match, automatically!”

HANSON
“Yeah but I don’t think Kenny really wants to win like this, does he?”

AUGUSTINO
“Hey, if your job is on the line at a place, a win’s a win’s a win.”

As the referee gets to nine, Omega rolls out from the far side of the ring, out of the referee’s sight and walks around the ring slowly, talking to fans as he goes. Devitt is to his feet as Omega turns to see him standing and launches himself into a knee strike and back away and quickly lands a devastating hurricanrana and then rolls back in the ring and gets in the referee face, just to have the start count again. Omega rolls back out of the ring and lifts up the ring side mat and sandwiches Devitt in the middle and gets back in the ring, only to fly out of it again with a mat assisted double stomp on Devitt.

HANSON
“OH MAN!!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“VINTAGE OMEGA, RIGHT THERE!!! GODDAMN!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Never gets old.”

Rolling back in the ring Omega is once again backed into a corner by the referee and gets impatient again and walks over to the ropes inside the ring, and looks confused. Going from where he is standing to the place Devitt was, Omega starts asking the referee where Devitt went, Devitt slides back into the ring right behind Omega and taps him on the shoulder and ducks the roundhouse from Omega and nails Enziguri flooring Omega once again.

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

Devitt, feeding off the crowds energy stalks towards Omega and grabs his hair to lift his opponent once again. Another small package by Omega.

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT!

Both men jump to their feet and Omega again taps his head wordlessly. Devitt walks calmly to the centre of the ring to meet Omega. After a few more moments talking back to each other both men erupts with fists, neither man wanting to go down. Devitt is backed away first and bounces into the ropes and Omega lunges at him with an attempt at the V-Trigger which Devitt ducks and bounces off the far ropes and then leaps into a Slingblade dragging Omega off the top rope where he got stuck, both men lending on the floor again.

HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“FUCKING INSANE!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“THAT WAS CRAZY!!!!”

HANSON
“DEVITT JUST SLINGBLADED OMEGA AND IT TOOK THEM BOTH OVER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE FLOOR!!! CRASH AND BURN FOR BOTH MEN!!! THEY MIGHT BE HURT!!”

The referee begins his double count out, and both men lay gasping at ringside.

15!

16!

17!

And finally both men stir. Omega gets back in on one side, Devitt on the other. Omega tries a superkick to create space, Devitt just slaps the kick away lands a knife edge chop hard into Omega’s chest. Omega kicks Devitt in the stomach and spins him around for a butterfly piledriver. Devitt, knowing his opponent, slams the ball of his foot into Omega’s shin and bounces off the ropes and attempts another Slingblade, which Omega counters and catches Devitt mid air, across his shoulders.

HANSON
“Oh wait, no!!! Omega caught him!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Time to go for a ride!”
“Okay! Here we go!” Kenny says and the crowd joins in with him.

YOU! CAN’T! ESCAPE!

Kenny rolls towards a turnbuckle with a rolling fireman’s carry and goes right into a moonsault but Devitt brings his knees up, causing Kenny to land hard on his ribs!!

HANSON
“Oh no but Devitt scouted it!!!”

REYNOLDS
“Had that shit well scouted, Nicky!”

AUGUSTINO
“These two know each other so well!”

Near the height of the match, Devitt labours over to where Omega is laying down and grabs his hair and is once again pulled into a small package by Omega.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

Devitt kicks out and by this time is frustrated so he kicks Omega in the face as Omega came in for a Basement dropkick and grabs him in what appears to be a DDT and instead picks him up and slams him into the mat head first!!

HANSON & REYNOLDS
“BLOODY SUNDAY!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“RIGHT ON THE MONEY!!!! WAIT!!!”

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

~DING DING DING~

AUGUSTINO
“IT’S OVER!!!”

REYNOLDS
“NO WAY!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“IT IS ALL OVER, BOYS!!!!”

HANSON
“I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“The Golden Elite are GONE from New Frontier Wrestling! Bullet Club reigns supreme!! I don’t believe it!!”

“Real Rock N Rolla” plays as Prince Devitt celebrates in the ring, throwing up the two sweet gesture to the booing crowd. His body paint is smeared and wiped almost clean from his body, giving us a clear view at the twisted smirk on his face as he watches Kenny Omega limp from the ring to the waiting members of The Golden Elite. Kenny is consoled with pats on the back and hugs from his brethren as the five men in their entirety look dejected, walking through the curtain.

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As the sun shines brightly in the sky, in the distance can be heard the bellowing sound of ship's horns feom the port of Vancouver. A building appearing to once belong to a major chain of fast food restaurants, now repurposed for a smaller chain can be seen across a parking lot. The sign, illuminated despite the sunshine reads "C-Lovers Fish and Chips," and as the camera zooms in slowly a familiar voice can be heard amongst the chatter of patrons and clanking of dinnerware.

"...no, really, guy! I actually said that, eh? Ok, say maple syrup!"

As the shot fades from the exterior to the interior, a family is gathered around Rick Dickulous as he sits at a table inside the restaurant. They all look at a phone, passing it around so everyone has a chance to see before thanking Rick and scampering off, excitedly giggling.

"Matt, guy! This place is friggin' GREAT, bud!! All you can eat fish and chips? Fuckin' eh, bud!"

"Sigh, yeah buddy," Matt says with a glum tone in his voice as he stirs the straw in his drink. "You should try the prawn too. It's great."

"Can I get a refill for your pop, honey?" a waitress says to Matt.

"Sure, thanks," Matt says glumly again.

"Are you with that wrestling show? Something about seeing guys in masks makes them so mysterious and alluring?" the waitress says.

"Sure, A&W please?" Matt replies, oblivious to what is going on.

"Right, coming right up sweetie," the waitress says as she looks at Rick and gives him an 'I tried' shrug before walking away with Matt's glass.

"Bud...I think Katherine wants to tickle your pickle, eh? You should give her your number...and then you should give'er, if ya know what I mean?"

Rick makes an overexaggerated wink across the table at Matt, attempting to lift him out of the dumps.

"Thanks buddy, but they don't serve sandwiches here. Otherwise, I would have no problem offering up my pickle to her if she wanted it," Matt says as servers finally get around to cleaning the empty plates at their table.

"Ok, let me put this another way, bud...she's heard about your specialty dish - tube steak smothered in underwear sauce, guy!"

"If your face was a lazy-boy recliner she'd--oh, shit, guy, here she comes!"

The waitress comes back with Matt's refill and she puts it on the table.

"Here you go. Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything at all?" she asks a spaced out Matt.

"No thanks, miss," Matt says again oblivious.

"Well, I'm a really big fan of you guys. So anytime you want to show me some of those wrestling pins, I would be more than up for it, ok sweetie? Maybe one of those handicap matches with me and my roommate, she's a REALLY big fan," she says, really turning on the pressure.

"Sounds good, but we're not booked tonight. Sorry," Matt says as Rick facepalm across from him as the waitress shrugs and walks away again.

"Guy...handicap match against Katherine and her roommate...who's a really big fan....and wants you to pin her..."

Rick bites his fist as he glares across the table at Matt.

"Look, is that why you're so down? We're not booked....again?"

"It's not right, man. Tonight should have been the night The Turn-it-Up Express takes it to the big stage. You've been up on that stage, buddy. Just once, I want to see us up there getting the respect and having the opportunity to perform in front of those nice fans tonight. Don't get me wrong, nothing makes me happier than seeing the words 'all you can eat.' I just wished we were doing it after the show. You know what I mean?" Matt says in response.

As Rick stuffs a forkfull of food in his mouth, he chews a few times before talking with his mouth full.

"We'ew ged dere, gaah..."

He chews a few more times and swallows.

"I'm tellin' ya, bud, you and me? We're like Felix and Oscar...the Odd Couple. But y'know what? That's what sets us apart from every other tag team in the whole company, eh?"

He cuts a piece of fish from the battered hunk on his plate and dunks it into a ramaken of tartar sauce. He holds it up on his fork for Matt to see.

"I'm the fish, you're the breading, guy. Both are amazing on their own, and together they're even better...but when you smother them in tartar sauce it becomes a meal."

Rick pops the morsel into his mouth. After chewing and swallowing he continues.

"Now, you're probably wondering where I'm going with this, guy...and so do I, kinda, but I blame the White Widow I smoked before we got here, eh? So, where was I? Oh, yeah...so, The Turn-It-Up Express, bud? You and I on that same page, workin' like a well oiled machine? That's the tartar sauce, guy!"

"Yeah, but don't you think there's something missing? We have the fans, we have the awesome musical choice. But there's something off," Matt ponders as he finishes off the prawn.

"Come on, guy! What could possibly be off...besides your ability to pick up what Katherine was throwin' down?"

"Well, we're a team, right? And a darn good one if I say so myself, but we need to look the part of a team. Think back on those great tag teams, what did they have in common?"

*Rick thinks for a moment*

"...Express in their names? Didn't we cover this already, guy?"

"Well yeah, but we need a look that stands out. A look that, when other teams see us, they know they have no shot tonight. You know what I mean?" Matt asks.

A huge smile breaks across Rick's face.

"Matt-guy? Since you brought it up...I might've taken some liberty and found us something right up that alley, eh? I was scrolling through ebay and I came across something that I knew we had to have, bud. I managed to find us some matching ring gear....and I knew it was meant for us because it was in our size - like, really, what are the odds of that happening? Matt-guy? I found us ring gear inspired by one of the greatest tag teams in history...and you'll never guess who, bud!"

Matt ponders for a moment while holding a piece of fried fish.

"Hmm, Rock and Roll Express?"

"No, guy."

"Hmm, the Fabulous Ones?"

"No way, bud. That guess is so cold..."

"Phew, ok good. I don't think we can pull off the whole top hat thing anyway. Hmm, let's see...," Matt ponders. "Lightning Express?"

"Still no, guy."

The shot begins fading slowly back to the exterior of the building, the audio from inside the restaurant still playing through.

"The Fantastics?" Matt continues to ask as the shot continues.

"Still no, guy. Hey, are you gonna eat that Salmon there, bud?"

"Fine fine, here...hmm, the...New...Fantastics?"

"You'll just have to wait and see, guy...your mind is gonna be bloowwwnnn, bud!"

"Ok, fine...," Matt says as the scene starts to fade to black.

"U.S. Express? No? Ok. Should I ask our waitress if she can help me out? She might know...," Matt adds as the scene fades to black.
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In the backstage area, we see Laurie Kenzler standing outside one of the locker room areas. The Suzuki-gun logo is seen taped to the door behind her.

"Hello, I'm right outside the locker room of Suzuki-gun where I'm hoping to get a word from them regarding their title match tonight versus the McKeesport Mafia," Kenzler says to the camera before she turns to knock on the door.

The door suddenly opens and we see Paul Heyman answering the door. He steps out quickly and closes the door, standing next to the shorter Laurie Kenzler, his arms crossed and his right hand on his chin.

"Normally, I would dismiss you as quickly as you would arrive, especially if you were that annoying Josh Davidson. But, you've got quite the chutzpah the last time you interviewed us, so I can at least respect that. Unfortunately, Mr. Sabre and Mr. Suzuki are not available to field any questions at this time as they are too busy focusing and going over last minute strategies for tonight's match with the McKeesport Mafia. Now, BDP? Punisher? I will admit, we underestimated you two just a little bit last week. That was a mistake on our part. Now that we've gotten a full measure of what you're capable of, those two gentlemen in that locker room behind me have been planning and making the necessary adjustments to counteract what you two may try to throw at us tonight. Last week, for all intents and purposes, was a fluke. But tonight, you two will not only get the full measure of Mr. Sabre and Mr. Suzuki, but you will also get a full measure of Suzuki-gun as a whole," Heyman says as he chuckles and gleans over Kentzler, who gives him a slight eyeroll, causing Heyman to bristle a bit.

"Do yourself a favor, McKeesport Mafia, pray that it doesn't come to that point. Otherwise, you two will have to stay and extend your stay here in Vancouver as you enjoy the finest accommodations their best medical facility will have to offer you. Now, Ms. Kentzler, is there anything else you wish to ask?" Heyman says as he looks at Laurie again.

"Right. Well, one thing that you haven't been addressing lately was the recent appearances of one Solomon Rex, who now has been seen in the company of Connor K., someone who has been a thorn in your side for quite awhile? Do you have a message for Rex and Connor at this time?" Kentzler asks with a slight smirk on her face as she looks to Heyman, who narrows his eyes and stares at her annoyed.

"Really? You're going to bring those two up? Well, let's just say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree with some people. And I have taken the liberty of having a restraining order against those two. If they come so much as within an inch of me, in the case of Connor, he will be suspended indefinitely as he is still injured and not cleared for any physical interaction. In the case of Rex, I believe the term to describe you is a 'two-time loser'? Oh yeah, I took the time and did some research of my own and now I know everything I need to about you two. Rex? You so much as lay a finger on us tonight, it's three strikes for you. So by all means, just you try to stick your nose in business that doesn't concern you. Now, what do you have to say about that, Ms. Kentzler?" Heyman says with smug look on his face.

"Uh-huh, Mr. Heyman, you do realize that this restraining order only applies in the U.S. and last I checked, we are here in Vancouver, British Columbia, not Vancouver, Washington, right? So, wouldn't a U.S.-issued restraining order be rendered moot in another country?" Kentzler replies.

"What?" Heyman snaps back.

"Anyway, thank you for the interview time, Mr. Heyman. Guys? Back to you!" Kentzler says with a smile to the camera as she throws it back to the broadcast team as Heyman tries to get a word in edge wise to Laurie who walks away.

Returning to ringside, the camera finds Roger Arden standing in the middle of the ring with the microphone.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall!”

ONE FALL!

ARDEN
“And it is for the NFW Tag Team Championships!”



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

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

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

ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challengers! From the Steel City! At a combined weight of five hundred and fifty pounds! “The Punisher” Andrew Payne...and...Big...Daddy...Payne! The MCKEESPOOOOOOOORT….MAAAAFIAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!”

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

Once the two men reached the ring, they entered in their usual fashion, each taking a corner under the flickering yellow lights before stepping down and fist bumping one another as their music faded out and the lights returned to normal. BDP removed his skullcap and long coat while Andrew Payne removed his House of Payne shirt and snapped it into the front row to a random fan. The bigger of the two men then leans back against the ropes, warming up as….



The opening war drums to “Ichiban” break the brief silence. The lights dim again while Paul Heyman comes strutting out in his usual arrogant manner, followed by a few feet, by Zack Sabre Jr, wearing his title belt around his waist. A few feet behind him, comes Minoru Suzuki, carrying his at his side. His expression hidden underneath his black towel, but we all know he’s sneering menacingly. Walking out behind them, TAKA Michinoku moves to the front and squats down, opening out the SUZUKI-GUN flag banner. After a moment, Heyman leads the two champions passed TAKA who retreats to the back, down the ramp.

ARDEN
“Aaaaaand introducing their opponents, representing Suzuki-gun! At a combined weight of four hundred and twelve pounds! They are the NFW Tag Team Champions! “The Submission Machine” Zack Sabre Junior...and…”The King of Wrestling” Minoruuuuuu Suzuuuuuuukiiiiiiii!!!!”

HANSON
“Now, Miranada, watch out here. I’m sure you’re familiar with Suzuki-gun, unfortunately.”

AUGUSTINO
“Familiar enough, Nick.”

REYNOLDS
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

AUGUSTINO
“Right. Sure you will, Jim.”

REYNOLDS
“I will! If they come over here, you can run with me---welp! I’m out!”

Just as Jim Reynolds starts saying this, both ZSJ and Suzuki circle the ring over to the announce table. ZSJ cracks a smirk at Nick and Jim before sizing up Miranda. He almost looks intrigued.

“Well, hello love! How are ya? Enjoying the show, are ya?”

Before Miranda can get a word out, Suzuki stepped passed Zack and uses his title belt to clear the announce table of any water bottles and excess objects. He follows up with a kick to the table that shoves it towards Miranda and Nick. Jim’s hiding behind the guardrail.

HANSON
“Whoa! Hey! C’mon, now! Jesus!”

AUGUSTINO
“Fuck that!”

Miranda grabs a water bottle off of the floor, missing the cap. It still has enough water in it for her to fling at Minoru Suzuki’s face. The main recoils instinctively but looks up at her after surveying the water splashed on him. The camera pans around and shows him smiling devilishly as he wipes the end of his towel across his chest. He and Zack Sabre Jr enter the ring then while Paul Heyman gives his wicked smile to Miranda and can be heard saying--

“Very brave, miss! Very brave!”

AUGUSTINO
“Yeah? You like that?”

“Very much!” Heyman chuckles mockingly.

AUGUSTINO
“Come over here, I’ll slap that fucking smile off your jowels, fat boy.”

Heyman laughs and ignores the woman as his team of clients hand over the title belts and remove their entrance gear. The referee shows them to the McKeesport Mafia who nod. Andrew Payne cracks his knuckles while BDP points to the belts and gestures to themselves as he taunts Suzuki-gun. ZSJ rolls his eyes and nods, mocking right back. Suzuki pulls on the ropes, scowling across directly at BDP.

HANSON
“Jim, you back with us?”

REYNOLDS
“Sure am.”

AUGUSTINO
“Dude, you are such a fucking pussy!”

REYNOLDS
“Fuck you, Miranda!”

AUGUSTINO
“You wish.”

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"Tag Team Championship on the line and here - we - go!"

AUGUSTINO
"It's about fucking time!"

To start off the match, Andrew Payne and Zack Sabre Jr circled the ring with Sabre Jr clearly looking for an opening to sweep in and catch Andrew Payne with one of his holds. After it was evident that Payne was prepared for this, Sabre Jr offered up his hand, wanting to initiate a lockup. Andrew Payne seemed willing to accept the tieup as he reached out and took one of Zack's hands. Rather than stick out his other hand, however, ZSJ surprised Payne with a flat out kick to the knee, causing him to buckle. Zack threw a couple more kicks to the same leg, bringing Andrew Payne down to his knee. An attempt at a third kick from Sabre Jr had Andrew Payne catching him by the leg and setting it up on his shoulder and lunging in, sweeping out his other leg, for a modified takedown that knocked ZSJ off of his feet and to the mat. The crowd popped as The Punisher...well...moved in to punish opponent; moving in for a ground and pound attack, bringing forearms down on ZSJ. Sabre Jr only got free by being able to reach out with one hand grab the ropes but Andrew kept going as the ref started the sound until he got to '4'. Only then did Payne stop and looked up, dismissively, at the referee. The man got up onto his feet, backing up as he shook his leg out that Zack had started kicking, previously. The older man audibly taunting one half of the Tag Team Champions.

"Get your fucking ass up, kid. Let's do this."

REYNOLDS
"Haha! Have these guys ever gotten along?"

AUGUSTINO
"You ever see 'em having a beer together?"

REYNOLDS
"No, they're always beating the shit out of each other."

A quick cut to the table shows Miranda looking at Jim and tapping her temple.

HANSON
"Jim, I don't think Suzuki-gun has ever gotten along with anybody. The McKeesport Mafia tolerate those who stay out of their way."

REYNOLDS
"Right? As long as you don't have tag titles or as long as you're not trying to take their titles, they leave your ass alone. Here's the problem: Suzuki-gun doesn't like anybody and they have the tag team championships!"

HANSON
"Yeah, this thing hasn't even gotten started yet. Wait till it does."

AUGUSTINO
"I wanna see some shots being thrown! C'mon, boys!"

Things did pick up as ZSJ and The Punisher squared up again and this time, did initiate a collar and elbow tie up. Sabre went for a wrist lock but Payne twisted out of it and went for a short arm clothesline. Sabre ducked and wrapped in a waistlock from behind but Payne quickly dropped down, reached back and yanked Zack over with a snapmare onto the mat to the delight of the crowd. From the Mafia's corner, BDP could be heard yelling encouragement to his partner.

"Yeah! There you go, brother! Keep his ass where you want him!"

Andrew Payne moved in to do just that as Sabre sat up just in time for The Punisher to grab onto him and start raining elbows down into his shoulders and driving a knee into his back repeatedly. This was interrupted when Minoru Suzuki got into the ring and ran up, kicking Payne in the side of the head. There wasn't too much force behind the kick but it was enough to piss Payne off as he got to his feet and started storming towards Suzuki as the referee ordered Sabre's partner out of the ring. Suzuki obliged, causing the ref to turn and try and get Payne back away from Suzuki-gun's corner and focus on the match. Andrew reached passed the official, beckoning Suzuki back into the ring.

"Son of a bitch, c'mon! You want in? Tag your boy out before I snap his fucking neck!"

It became evident, however, that Suzuki didn't necessarily want in just yet. Merely, he wanted to bait Andrew Payne into turning his back on ZSJ, which worked. Here, Sabre was able to get to his feet where he surprised the crowd by running over and superkicking BDP off of the apron. Just as Andrew Payne turned around, ZSJ came running back his way with a brutal basement dropkick to his braced leg. Andrew went down and ZSJ immediately floated over him and locked in a grounded Ankle Lock with his legs wrapped around Payne's. A wicked smirk on Sabre's face as he twisted the ankle and extended the leg out. Grimacing in pain, Payne managed to flip over onto his back but ZSJ rolled over, staying on his back, as well and kept control of the leg. Here, now, being able to look his opponent in the face, he began to taunt the man as he torqued his leg more.

"Yeah, old man! How do ya like that, eh?!"

HANSON
"Zack Sabre Jr, taunting Andrew Payne as he works that leg. We know Payne's had some problems with it throughout his career and it becomes an easy target for those who know about it and know how to exploit it."

REYNOLDS
"You'd think he'd avoid entering a match with a couple of guys that like to submit their opponents!"

AUGUSTINO
"Dude, if everybody avoided a match with someone based on their repotoire, we wouldn't have this damn sport. 'Sides, when have you ever known that big motherfucker to back down from a fight? Either of 'em, in fact!"

REYNOLDS
"Good point."

HANSON
"I think it doesn't matter who it is. If they have those tag team championships, the McKeesport Mafia are gonna go for them!"

AUGUSTINO
"I'll admit, though, this is boring as shit. If I wanted to see arrogant pricks lock someone in a submission hold for ten minutes, I'd go and watch UFC."

REYNOLDS
"Not a fan of MMA, huh?"

AUGUSTINO
"Not when I end up having to watch shit like this! ZSJ's scrawny ass needs to do more!"

ZSJ continued to work Andrew Payne's leg until Payne saw that BDP was climbing back up onto the apron and began trying to drag both himself and ZSJ over to get a tag. They were already closer to Suzuki-gun's side, however, and all Sabre had to to was reach out with one arm so that Suzuki could also reach out, leaning over the top rope a bit, to tag himself in. Once he did, Suzuki entered the ring and moved over to stand beside his partner and one of their opponents where he started laying stomps to Andrew's leg before ZSJ let go of it at the ref's behest and exited the ring. Here, Suzuki went to setup a Figure Four Leglock but Payne got one foot free and shoved Suzuki forward, sending him slamming right into his tag team partner, knocking ZSJ off of the apron. From here, Payne rolled backwards, rolling his 280lb frame into a back roll and reached back for his partner's hand, tagging BDP in.

REYNOLDS
"Whoa! Like a large ninja!"

AUGUSTINO
"You ever play Tenchu 2? That fat dude in the green? What was his name?"

REYNOLDS
"I dunno; ask the Skillz Vendorz."

HANSON
"Showing some nimbleness, is the big "Punisher" Andrew Payne as he tags in Big Daddy Payne, and here comes the other half of the challengers!"

AUGUSTINO
"Genbu! That was it! Dude's like Genbu. Cept he's not fat; he's built like a brick shithouse."

Just as Suzuki finished pulling himself out from between the turnbuckles, and turned around, here came Big Daddy Payne, FLYING into the Japanese veteran with a big splash into the corner!! He immediately ran across the ring then, coming off the ropes and hit Suzuki with a running forearm. Continue his momentum, BDP threw Suzuki to the mat out of the corner, putting him in a sitting position before running in from behind and hitting a Throwback, causing Suzuki to snap down to the mat again. BDP popped up onto one knee, yelling to the crowd. He then quickly threw himself over Suzuki for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

As Andrew Payne recovered out at ringside, BDP continued the match against Minoru Suzuki, laying into his dangerous opponent with stiff knees and elbows. Anybody who knew Suzuki knew the last thing anyone wanted to do was let him start getting in offense. This couldn't be helped after a couple minutes, however, when BDP's assault on the leader of Suzuki-gun took a turn with a stiff forearm to Suzuki's jaw. The fans knew what was coming as the veteran of 30+ years in the sport, staggered and brought a hand to his jaw. He slowly turned his head towards BDP...and smiled. Not just any smile. That sick, twisted smile he was known for. The one that wrestling fans often thought of when they heard his name. BDP was smiling too, nodding at the man and asking him if he liked that.

"You like that shit? You want some more?"

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh no, this ain't good at all!"

AUGUSTINO
"We might see Big Daddy get smacked around like an abused housewife."

HANSON
"Whether your BDP, Doomsday, Rick Dickulous, Ethan Skinner or Judas Lasher himself. You do not wanna play this game with that man!"

AUGUSTINO
"Are we sure Suzuki's even mentally all there? Look at those fucking eyes. It's like someone drank grandpa's prune juice and he's about to get the belt."

REYNOLDS
"HAH!!! Holy shit!!! I like this girl, Nicky!"

"Yarase tekure!" Suzuki said, beckoning BDP forward.

REYNOLDS
"Miranda?"

AUGUSTINO
"Do I look like I know Japanese?"

REYNOLDS
"Nicky?"

HANSON
"No idea. I don't speak Japanese. I think Suzuki wants BDP to give him some more!"

Suzuki's eyes went wide with bravado as he brought his hands up and beckoned BDP to bring it. BDP rolled his arm, wrapping his other hand around the back of Suzuki's neck and head, nodding to the fans. Suddenly, he threw his weight into the forearm, smashing it against Suzuki's jaw and knocking him back a few steps. Suzuki rubbed his jaw, looking around at the cheering fans with boredom and disappointment before looking back at BDP and slapping him across the face.

"Kuso tsutare! Motto!"

Suzuki yelled, slapping BDP in the face again before turning his cheek towards the man and giving himself a few rough slaps.

AUGUSTINO
"I've seen enough anime flicks, I know what 'motto' means."

"Nagure!!!!"

BDP snorted and nodded, looking at Suzuki as if to say 'you're one crazy son of a bitch.' Nonetheless, he reached behind Suzuki's head and rolled his shoulder again. Once more, he SLAMMED his forearm into Suzuki's jaw, knocking him back a few steps again. It looked like Suzuki was about to drop to a knee, but he shook his head and looked up with a smile. This time, BDP was beckoning Suzuki towards him, now.

"C'mon, asshole! I want some, too! Lemme have it!"

AUGUSTINO
"This is why people think Italians are crazy."

REYNOLDS
"You're Italian?"

AUGUSTINO
"Uhhh, hello!! 'Augustino?'"

The crowd cheered at Big Daddy Payne's courage as Minoru Suzuki looked around at them with that amused grin of his. Outside the ring, Paul Heyman had that devilish smile and nodded. On the apron, Zack Sabre Jr smirked and called out for his partner to let their opponent in the ring have it. Suzuki brought up his forearm, slapping it a few times before rolling the shoulder. He paced around in a circle, limbering up before he got up in BDP's face, nose to nose.

"Koroshite yaru...."

Suzuki said before grabbing BDP around the back of his head, stepped back and came in with a stiff forearm, rocking BDP on his feet. The crowd reacted emphatically but BDP shook the stars out of his head and beckoned for Suzuki to give him some more. Grinning wickedly, Suzuki raised his eyebrows in amusement before grabbing him by the head again and feeding him a second forearm. BDP ate it and beckoned Suzuki for another one. Suzuki gave it to him. And another. And another. And another until, finally, BDP looked out on his feet. For a moment at least until he cocked back and swung for Suzuki. Suzuki flat out blocked the haymaker and caught BDP across the jaw with a palm, beginning his trademark combo of palms, kicks and forearms, beginning to chop BDP down. As soon as BDP fell to a knee, Suzuki stepped in, grabbed him around the head and hit a brutal DDT onto the mat before rolling him over for a cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE--KICKOUT!!

From there, Suzuki maintained control for a few minutes against BDP as he, too, started working on the man's knees with leglocks and punishing blows. For, what looked like a painstakingly long time, Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr proceeded to tag out back and forth, just to take turns working on BDP's knees the way they had Andrew Payne's during their open challenge match, two weeks ago. Tonight, it was Andrew Payne unable to do anything but stand by on the apron and watch as his tag team partner was systematically picked apart. Just when it looked like things were fully in Suzuki-gun's control, however, Zack Sabre Jr missed a Penalty Kick on BDP when BDP threw himself back, causing ZSJ to stumble right over into the Mafia's corner. Just as he did, Andrew Payne grabbed him around the back of the head and delivered a Hotshit, yanking him onto the ropes to send him back and to the mat! The crowd started getting on their feet as Andy got back onto the apron and stuck his hand out for BDP to tag him in. Suzuki hurried into the ring and over to try and prevent the tag but BDP just barely made it!! Seeing the tag, the referee confirmed The Punisher as the legal man as he got into the ring. Suzuki rushed forward, cocking back a forearm but ended up being caught with a blatant right cross from Andrew that caused him to stumble backwards as if he had been hit by an actual boxer (then again, Andy trained with boxing, anyway.) As Suzuki blinked and looked out on his feet, Andrew Payne stepped back to put some space in between them before rushing in and delivering Foot To The Throat!! But Suzuki moved out of the way and Payne's foot SMASHED into the referee's face, knocking him flat onto the mat and out cold!!

HANSON
"OH!!!! AND DOWN GOES THE REFEREE!!!"

AUGUSTINO
"Say it with me, boys!! YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT!!"

REYNOLDS
"Lucky he didn't take his head off!!"

HANSON
"He might need to get looked at, though!"

AUGUSTINO
"His ass is gonna need smelling salt and probably plastic surgery, after that."

As Andrew Payne approached the referee to check on him, Minoru Suzuki came in from behind, locking in the Sleeper Hold. Andrew immediately began fighting back against it, struggling as much as he could. In the end, he ended up leaning forward to lift Suzuki off of his feet and onto his back. On instinct, Suzuki wrapped his legs around Payne's waist - right where The Punisher wanted them. From here, Payne ran backwards, SLAMMING Suzuki into the corner. Suzuki held on so Andy stepped out of the corner and SLAMMED him into it again. This time, Suzuki loosened his grip and his feet touched the mat. Andrew was able to reach back and grab him around the head. He dropped into a sitout to deliver a devastating---

HANSON
"ART OF RUIN!!! ART OF RUIN ON SUZUKI!!!! NEW CHAMPIONS!!"

But as Andrew Payne flipped over to cover Minoru Suzuki, there was no referee to make the count. Cursing in frustration, Andrew looked over at the downed ref and went over to try and get him up. As he did, BDP began getting back to his feet outside of the ring as a wave of boos rushed over the arena. Inside the ring, Zack Sabre Jr slid in and began exchanging shots with Andrew Payne, initiating an out right brawl. The source of the crowd's boos became clear as the camera switched over to the ramp to reveal the rest of Suzuki-gun running down the ramp, all in their track suits.

HANSON
"Oh, goddamn it!!! Here comes the rest of Suzuki-gun!! There's TAKA!! Shingo!! Havok!!"

AUGUSTINO
"Papa just rang the dinner bell and here come the pooches!! RUFFRUFFRUFFRUFFRUFF!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Looks like Suzuki and Zack had reinforcements ready and waiting!!"

Just as BDP turned towards the ramp, Havok blindsided him by simply running right into the man and knocking him into the apron. He quickly followed up, grabbing the man and, with a guttural roar, whipped him right into the ringpost as TAKA and Shingo slid into the ring just as Andrew Payne clotheslined ZSJ over the rope and outside. The shot switched back to the main camera where TAKA ran in first for The Punisher but ended up running right into a stiff kick to the midsection, followed by another Art Of Ruin!! Just as he got up and turned towards Shingo Takagi, here came the Pumping Hawk with an attempt at a Pumping Bomber. Andrew ducked underneath and came off the ropes, Shingo came off the other end but ran right into Andrew's own, devastating lariat known as---

HANSON
"FADED LINE TO TAKAGI!!!!!!"

AUGUSTINO
"ASS OVER TEA KETTLE, BOYS!! YOU SEE THAT SHIT?!"

HANSON
"THESE PITTSBURGH BOYS AREN'T GOING DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT!!!"

REYNOLDS
"MAYBE NOT, BUT HERE COMES THE ARMY'S TANK!!!"

AUGUSTINO
"OHHHHH SHIT!"

Sliding into the ring, finally, Havok ran in behind Andrew Payne and hit a double axe handle to the middle of his back. Andrew staggered and Havok caught him around the waist with one of Payne's arms over his shoulder. With shocking ease, Havok snapped the man up and over into a backdrop driver, planting him in the middle of the ring, right onto his neck! Slowly, Suzuki-gun started to recover with ZSJ sliding back into the ring and Minoru Suzuki recovering from the Art of Ruin he'd taken. Seeing Havok standing over The Punisher, the Tag Team Champions gave him a fist bump. They didn't seem to realize the deafening boos from the crowd were turning into cheers.

REYNOLDS
"Suzuki-gun have laid out the McKeesport Mafia, Nicky!! Minoru just has to make the cover and---"

HANSON
"Wait, Jim!! I don't think it's over yet!! Here comes more company!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh shit!!!"

As this was being said, the camera jumped to the ramp to catch Solomon Rex storming down towards the ring. Right on his heels was Connor K. While Connor looked to be saying something to the bigger, older man, Rex just glared ahead of him as he stormed towards the ring.

AUGUSTINO
"That is a biiiiiiiig boy!"

HANSON
"Here comes Solomon Rex!! He's had some kind of vendetta with Suzuki-gun ever since he arrived here in NFW and we have no idea why!! But it seems to have something to do with Connor K who's been seen with him the past few weeks!"

REYNOLDS
"What the hell is Connor K holding in his hand?"

HANSON
"Is that a...phone?"

AUGUSTINO
"That's a big ass phone!"

As Solomon Rex reached ringside, Havok met him outside of the ring and the two big men erupted into a brawl with one another. Rex was slightly bigger, however, and managed to get the masked man rocked on his feet before sending him reeling into the steps with a thunderous, metallic crash. Just as he finished with Havok, here came Shingo Takagi, trying to throw shots on the big man. Rex grabbed him by the head with his two massive hands and gave him a stiff headbutt, knocking him to the ringside floor! He then, finally, made it into the ring to face off against TAKA Michinoku, Zack Sabre Jr and Minoru Suzuki. Standing against the three, Solomon Rex, seethed with anger as he beckoned them to bring it. The three men did, all rushing in at once with Suzuki coming in low and shooting for Rex's legs to bring him down. Meanwhile TAKA and ZSJ rushed the man, throwing punches and forearms at him. Rex, as large as he was, managed to shove the two men off, like a pair of children before pulling Minoru Suzuki up and rocking him with a forearm to the jaw. Suzuki went down and Rex moved forward when all of a sudden Havok, having recovered, came in from behind with a steel chair and rammed it into the back of Rex's knee. The big man buckled, grimacing as his leg buckled. Havok reared the chair back, about to smash it over Rex's head....

HANSON
"Oh man!! Rex tried to do his part but even he can't bring all of Suzuki-gun down!!"

...when all of a sudden, BDP had managed to slide into the ring and snatched the chair out of Havok's grip. Just as Havok spun around, BDP brought it down with a devastating SMACK across Havok's head. Havok hit the mat and rolled out of the ring. BDP held onto the chair and, as TAKA Michinoku came charging in, he hit him low in the midsection with it. TAKA dropped to his knees. BDP tossed the chair to him and came off of the ropes, hitting a Bukakke Blast, slamming the chair right into TAKA's face!! TAKA ended up rolling out of the ring.

Outside of the ring, Paul Heyman was in between yelling to the Suzuki-gun members inside the ring and calling for Havok and Shingo to get up when he was suddenly spun around by Connor K who struck him over the head with the object in his hand, revealed to be an old car phone!!

HANSON
"And down goes Heyman!!! About damn time someone shut him up!!"

AUGUSTINO
"This is why I will never manage."

REYNOLDS
"Ohhh, look at this in the ring, you two!!"

HANSON
"Ohhhhh man!!!"

AUGUSTINO
"Ohhhhhh shit!"

REYNOLDS
"Ho-ho-ho-ho-hoooooooooo!!!!!"

The energy in th crowd soared as the remaining two men left standing in the ring were that of Solomon Rex and Big Daddy Payne. Holding the chair still, BDP looked at it in his hands. Solomon Rex looked at the chair then at his old rival where he could be seen mouthing 'Whassup, huh?' Staring hard back at Rex, BDP took the chair and lowered it to his side, letting it drop to the mat as he backed off. Rex nodded, surveying the chaos around them before he hollered to Connor K for them to leave. BDP watched the two go, coldly watching Rex with a sense of unfinished business in his eyes after coming face to face with his old rival. All of a sudden from behind, however, Minoru Suzuki was up on his feet again and spun BDP around, kicking him in the midsection and setting him up for the Gotch Style Piledriver! As he tauntingly called for the finish, however, Andrew Payne had recovered and was back in the ring, coming off the ropes to deliver a brutal Foot To The Throat to the man, sending him to the mat and releasing BDP. Andrew immediately went for the cover!

HANSON
"OH!! WAIT A MINUTE!! FOOT TO THE THROAT FROM THE PUNISHER TO SUZUKI!! THEY'RE THE LEGAL MEN!!!"

REYNOLDS
"IS THE REF UP?! YES HE IS!!! NEW CHAMPS, NICKY?!"

AUGUSTINO
"MOVE YOUR ASS REF!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR---!!

But Zack Sabre Jr came diving in at the last second to break up the pinfall!! The camera zoomed in on Sabre's face. Dripping with sweat, exhausted and a look of massive shock and relief on his face. Still clearing his head, the referee started getting to his feet to usher Sabre out of the ring. As he did, Sabre started grabbing for Andrew Payne's leg to administer an ankle lock but before he could, BDP was back on his feet and spun ZSJ around. With a stiff kick to the midsection, Big Daddy Payne hooked ZSJ's arms behind his back and - to the roar of the crowd - delivered the COMA WHITE to Zack Sabre Jr!! As ZSJ rolled out of the ring, Andrew Payne and Minoru Suzuki were both back up on their feet, exchanging blows while BDP backed up against the ropes. As the referee approached him to command him out of the ring, Suzuki hit Andrew with a forearm hard enough to send him back a couple steps. Minoru then ran off of the ropes, running back in for something. Seeing a window of opportunity, BDP yelled out to his tag team partner. Hearing him, Andrew Payne stepped into Suzuki as he came in and hoisted him up into the air, falling backwards. BDP pushed himself off the ropes and jumped up to catch Suzuki into a codebreaker to complete---

HANSON
"ACES HIGH!!!! ACES HIGH!!!!! IS THAT IT?!"

BDP immediately rolled out of the ring and slapped the mat, calling for Andrew Payne to capitalize. The Punisher rolled Suzuki over, laying over him and the ref dropped down.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here are your winners...AAAAAAAAND NEEEEEEEWWWW NFW Tag Team Champions!!!! Big Daddy Payne and “The Punisher” Andrew Payne...THE MCKEESPOOOOOOORT MAAAAFIAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!”

HANSON
“FOUR TIME NFW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS IN THEIR CAREERS!!! THE MAFIA HAVE DONE IT!!!!”

Prophets Of Rage “Unfuck The World” filled the arena as BDP and Andrew Payne exchanged daps before taking the title belts from the referee and went right back to embrace as brothers. Next, they turned, yelling to the crowd and held the titles up. As was expected, BDP climbed the turnbuckle and motioned for Andy to get up on the other one. Andrew Payne didn’t need to be coaxed too much as the thrill of victory had him willing to actually play to the crowd. The Punisher held up his half of the belts while holding his other hand up with four fingers.

“FOUR TIME FUCKING CHAMPS!!!”

On the other turnbuckle, BDP held his up and pointed across the crowd before slapping the center plate.

AUGUSTINO
“That was one HELL of a match!”

REYNOLDS
“I wholeheartedly agree!”

HANSON
“Four time NFW Tag Team Champions, ladies and gentlemen!! The McKeesport Mafia have dominated the tag team scene, once again!!”

Disturbed’s “Immortalized” to the shock of the crowd, who burst out in surprise cheers as Eavan Maloney and Anton Crowley walk out, Eavan wearing her old steampunk gear. Eavan clearly looks like she’s been in a few wars as of late as she limps down to the ring, holding her NFW Women’s TV Title over her head while Crowley carries a canvas bag over her shoulder. Fans reach out to touch her and hope for a hand slap, and Eavan obliges them, walking around the ring area to say hello and what not. She sees a girl in the crowd wearing a pair of Eavan’s old steampunk goggles, and Eavan stops to talk to her for a second before sliding into the ring. The crowd is deafening as Eavan can’t help but smile, and even cry a little.

“VANCOUVER! It’s been WAY too damn long, hasn’t it? Just over two years ago, I made the leap to break out in larger companies than the little rinky-dink outfit I was in back in Jersey, and I came across this company called the UWE, based down on West Broadway. And I remember the first time coming here, and being completely enamored with this city. Had never seen so much mass transit in one place, it was crazy, guys. But I think, my FAVORITE moment in this city would have to be June 23rd, 2017. Midsummer Massacre when I went one-on-one with James Calhoun for the UWE World Heavyweight Championship…”

Crowley hands her the bag, and Eavan opens it, and pulls out the very championship she was talking about, hands her TV Title to him, and holds up the large gold belt up with two hands, before putting it on her shoulder, as Anton ties the Women’s Title around her waist.

“...and won it. We had a damn party in the streets. Now, there was a bit of a snag that came upon a few weeks later when I kinda forfeited this thing, and it was supposed to go back to Calhoun, but that never happened. So, in the history books, I am the LAST UWE World Heavyweight Champion.

That was the past though. See, over the last couple of years, I’ve kinda changed a little. Obviously the hair isn’t red anymore. Got a few more tattoos and scars. Won a few more titles in almost everywhere I went. And when I won this Women’s TV Title, I was looking forward to coming back here, the place that basically kickstarted my career on a larger scale. Except I was told that Television Champions aren’t required to defend on pay-per-view shows. Now, I could have gone home tonight, I flew straight in from Miami after reclaiming my United States Title there. That title is in the back. Instead, I flew in on my own dime because I had to come back and say thank you for helping me start this journey that I’ve been on. Good times or bad, everything I’ve won and lost started right here in Vancouver.”

The crowd again pops loudly, the fans solidly behind her as they have for years.

“Now that I got the good stuff out of the way, we have to go back to last week’s Collision.”

The crowd boos as a still shot of the five members of The Kingdom hitting Eavan with superkicks simultaneously. Eavan twirls the microphone as she paces around the ring.

“Now, if you ask the Kingdom, they’d say this was retribution for what happened to Lilith. Now, I have to mention this, but I had NOTHING to do with what happened to Lilith. TyAnna and Futura went into business for themselves, which has also been stated by Lara. Speaking of my girl, hey what can I say, I still love gorgeous blondes, as much as I’ve said I don’t like her chances, I hope Lara retains. And if she doesn’t, I hope she doesn’t lose it to Sativa.

Speaking of Sativa, hey Kingdom? What you did last week wasn’t retribution. It wasn’t sending a message. You also don’t get to choose when it’s over. See, you guys went and pissed off a Warrior. Not exactly wise, especially when I have connections. So I went out and got myself an insurance policy. Somebody VERY familiar with The Kingdom, especially YOU, Jasmine. In fact, it can be said that without her, there wouldn’t BE a Kingdom.”

A low idling of a motorcycle engine can be heard as an opening piano can be heard. A tall muscular brunette is kneeling in silhouetted shadow, a hood over her head, her purple-haired manager standing behind her as smoke wisps along the entrance ramp.

Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken
And the violence causes silence, who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs, and their bombs, and their drones
In your head, in your head, they are crying

WHAT'S IN YOUR HEAD?!?!?!?!?!

At the instant the word 'Head' is sung, pyro goes off, the brunette kips up and pulls off the hood, a sadistic smile on her face that the camera picks up. The two walk down the ramp as Eavan and Anton both clap, before sitting on the middle rope, and hold the top rope up to let the two newcomers step into the ring. Eavan and the brunette hug in the ring, as Eavan turns back to the hard camera.

“Ladies and gentlemen, for those who may not know my friend here, she is a member of the Shieldmaidens motorcycle club, the president of her own club out of New York called Zombie Inc, and at one time, sorry Lexa, used to be pretty close to our not-so-friendly ghost, Jasmine Matthews. So, Kingdom, on behalf of House Crowley, Lexa, and New Frontier’s newest acquisition, Wendy Stevens, we have only one question for you…

WHAT’S IN YOUR HEAD?!”

The four of them roared out the question before Eavan tosses the camera to the ring crewmember outside as the four of them pose together in the ring, ending the segment.

HANSON
“HOW’S THAT FOR A PPV MOMENT?! WENDY STEVENS IS HERE IN NFW!!”

REYNOLDS
“I THOUGHT SHE WAS IN EWC!! SOMEBODY CALL MAC!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Looks like she’s there and here, Jimbo! This is gonna be good! I can’t wait to see The Kingdom’s reaction!”

The camera returns to ringside. Roger Arden stands in the middle of the ring, raising the microphone up to his lips.

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

ONE FALL!

ARDEN
“It is your semi-main event and it is a Fatal Fourway Match for the NFW Women’s Championship!”

AUGUSTINO
“And here...we...go!”

After a teasing silence in the arena….



Static X’s “Cold” rips through the speakers as the lights in the arena darken and white strobes start to flicker around the stage. To the boos of the audience, Serena Frost comes walking out on stage in her ring gear. She coldly scowls at the audience, flexing her sharp nails out, menacingly before beginning to saunter down the ramp.

ARDEN
“Introducing the challengers! First! From Seattle, Washington! Representing The Renegades! SEREEEEENAAAAAAAAAAA...FROOOOOOOOOOOOOST!!!!!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“That is one cold hearted woman, right there, guys.”

HANSON
“You’ve gotta be to be the leader of the Renegades.”

AUGUSTINO
“You need to be cold, hard and tough to keep three guys like Julian Morrison, Tyson Law and Tyler Grey in line. Mostly Tyler Grey. I’m still a little bummed, though!”

REYNOLDS
“Why’s that?”

AUGUSTINO
“She got to a hot little piece I was trying to hit before I could!”

HANSON
“Well, now….”

REYNOLDS
“That’s hot.”

Serena Frost reaches the ring and sensually slides in under the bottom rope before getting to her feet. She struts around the ring like a cold blooded killer, waiting to be let off her leash as she goes to her corner and removes her entrance gear.



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

~Some kind of evidence....~

~Some kind of reason....~

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

~To begin my life....~

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

~Somewhere in this dying day....~

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

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

~TO BEGIN MY LIFE!!~

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

ARDEN
"And!! From Brooklyn, New York!! Representing The Unwanted!! She is the Queen of Anarchy...ADRIIIAAANNAAAAAAAAA....SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

HANSON
“The first, since our relaunch, and longest reigning NFW Women’s Champion, now approaching the ring, folks!”

AUGUSTINO
“Not only is she the longest reigning but she definitely fought to hold onto that title! She had some insane matches against some tough opponents! Lara Blackheart. Erin Mercer. Mayu Iwatani. Shelley Silver! She beat Alex Brody twice before Brody challenged her a third time with a Queen of the Ring win and dethroned her!”

REYNOLDS
“Seven dominating defenses in just under a year. Oh and that Mayu Iwatani? Defeated in less than five minutes. And she’s probably the best women’s wrestler to come out of Japan, right now!”

AUGUSTINO
“Well, I guess Adrianna Salvatore holds that honor now and she’s not even from there!”

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



The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.

“That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho”

The intro to "Voodoo" by Nyxx fills the arena as green lasers shoot up and wave around the entrance area and blue strobe lights light up the arena. Shapes start to take form in the static on the screen. The silhouette of a petite woman, a cross, a pot leaf, and a skull. They fade in and out, making you wonder if you actually saw them.

“They call me killer, call me some kind of freak
But they keep calling me, they're calling on me
Oh yeah
I've got them praying, sweating and shaking
Now I've got my eye set on you”

Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. Despite wearing a mask, you can tell she is smirking. The crowd rains down hate on her. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring.

“They call me conjurer, they say I'm divine
But shade is poison, my past lovers in mind
Hell yeah, I curse them all
Fathers and brothers, for the hell that they all put me through

I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
I've got you under my spell
And I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
What will you say about me?”

ARDEN
“And! Fighting out of The Castle, in North Carolina! She is! The Harem Harlot...The Ganja Goddess...The Blood Countess...Darth Ganja!!!! SATIIIIIVAAAAAAAAA NEVAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEH!!!!!”

She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope head first. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She then heads to her corner and waits for the match to start.



All of a sudden, Motley Crue’s “Dr. Feelgood” rips through the arena and the lights take on a white, green and pink concert effect as smoke billows across the stage. The words-

THE DOCTOR IS IN

-appear up on the video wall as a spotlight falls on a femenine figure, standing with her hands on her hips. One hip cocked out to the side to add a bit of sensuality to the posture. The light switches, bringing the figure into full detail and the stunning blonde, Lara Blackheart, flips her hair over her shoulder and looks down at the ring, lowering a pair of glimmering sunglasses on her face. It’s a big PPV and everything about her outfit screams about her father, Easy V Vlad Blackheart. His old jacket, as usual, being worn by his daughter. She spins around, revealing the Women’s Championship around her waist and the rest of her ring gear - a femenine variation of her father’s gear. Bright greens with just a touch of black as she begins strutting down the ramp. Coming out of the dark and the smoke, Nico Salvatore joins his girlfriend. The Urban Gladiator wears simple street clothes of black gym pants and sneakers but his sleeveless t-shirt is that of an old school, vintage Vlad Blackheart t-shirt. One that they don’t even sell anymore. On it, Vlad Blackheart’s wearing the original version of Lara’s current gear, flashing the original NFW Heavyweight Championship on one shoulder and is throwing the middle finger - think of that one Johnny Cash photo.

ARDEN
“AND!!! Being escorted to the ring by “The Urban Gladiator” Nico Salvatore...from Chicago, Illinois!! She is!! The NFW Women’s Champion!! Dr. Feelgood...LLLLARAAAAAAAAAAAAA...BLAAAAAAACKHEEEEEAAAAAAART!!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“Check out this fucking entrance!!!!!”

HANSON
“She IS her father’s daughter, whether you like her or not! Lara Blackheart brings it all to the ring, every time!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Sassy little fucking thing! I like it!”

Lara and Nico reach ringside. Before they split off, Lara grabs the back of Nico’s head and lays one on him. He pulls her in, shamelessly grabbing a handful of ass before the two break off. Lara bites the air, winking at him before turning and scowling up inside the ring as she enters to join her opponents. She walks right to the center of the ring and raises the title. She completely ignores Serena Frost. She turns to Sativa Nevaeh and looks like she’s about to say something...before flipping her hair dismissively, blowing her off and starts heading for Adrianna Salvatore. Referee Yumi Akiyama quickly intervenes as Lara starts trash talking, trying to step passed Akiyama. Adrianna Salvatore sits back in her corner, on the floor, nonchalantly and looks at Lara, unamused. Once Lara’s sent to her corner, Adrianna grabs the middle ropes and pulls herself up to her feet.

Nico Salvatore circles the ring, reaching underneath to grab a folding chair and snaps it out, taking a seat off to the side.

HANSON
“Well, it appears as though the self-proclaimed God of Wrestling will not be joining us on commentary but he will be spectating the match.”

AUGUSTINO
“Damn shame. Bring that fine ass over here, boy! Let me get a closer look, at least!”

All four women are in the ring as the ref holds the title up and presents it to the crowd and the wrestlers before handing it off to the time keeper and calling for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

As the bell sounds, all four women stare at each other, none wanting to be too quick to make the first move. After a few moments, Lara locks her sights on Adrianna and just immediately goes after her, taking the woman down with a double leg takedown. Lara immediately begins to throw punches, trying to strike Adrianna with everything she has. Adrianna though blocks most of the strikes as she rolls Lara off of her and sends her into the ropes. Lara comes off the ropes and as she does, Adrianna delivers a belly to belly suplex on Lara and rolls her out of the ring. Meanwhile, Sativa and Serena are on the outside fighting things out and Sativa is getting the better of the exchange as she grabs Serena and sends her back first into the ring apron before grabbing her and using the ring apron to help her deliver a tornado DDT.

REYNOLDS
“And these ladies aren’t fucking around, Nicky and Miranda!! They’re ready to go!”

HANSON
“Not surprised to see Lara Blackheart go directly after Adrianna Salvatore! There is some bad blood there!”

AUGUSTINO
“Well, even if she apologized, you can’t blame Lara for being a little pissed for what she said before!”

HANSON
“That should have been buried, though.”

Sativa now rolls into the ring and sets her sights on Adrianna who was watching the fighting on the outside. Adrianna and Sativa meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Adrianna uses her size and strength advantage to force Sativa into the ropes. Adrianna breaks the hold and as she does, Lara is up and grabs the feet of Sativa and pulls her down and out of the ring before hitting a hurricanrana to the green haired woman. Lara immediately climbs back into the ring where Adrianna is waiting for her.

HANSON
“And Lara Blackheart’s gonna get some of the original number one contender! A hurricanrana to Sativa Nevaeh right to the floor!”

Lara once again charges right at Adrianna who side steps the Women’s Champion. Lara turns around and as she does, Adrianna meets her with a superkick. Lara hits the mat and Adrianna rolls out of the ring and starts to look under the ring for something. After searching for a little bit, Adrianna finally finds a bundle of light tubes and holds them for a moment before sliding them into the ring. Adrianna then looks back under the ring and this time finds a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. Before she can get into the ring though, Lara comes flying out of nowhere and hitting Adrianna with a suicide dive that drives her back first into the barricade. Lara gets up to her feet and as she does, looks up and sees Sativa perched on the top rope and the woman jumps and takes Lara down with a moonsault. Sativa stands up and picks Lara up off the floor and as she does, Serena comes off the top rope and delivers a crossbody to the two women causing all three to crash to the floor.

REYNOLDS
“HERE COMES MISS RENEGADE!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“CROSSBODY OUTTA NOWHERE, BITCHES!!!”

Serena stands up and as she does, she picks Sativa up and rolls her into the ring. Serean comes into the ring and picks Sativa up and sends her into the ropes. Sativa comes off the ropes and as she does, Serena takes her down with a discus style clothesline before following it up with a running senton and going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Serena picks Sativa up and sends her into the corner. Serena charges in and looks to hit a corner splash, but Sativa moves out of the way at the last second and Serena crashes into the turnbuckles before Sativa grabs her by the tights and rolls her up for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

On the outside, Lara has her attention focused on Adrianna as the two are brawling on the floor. Lara delivers a German Suplex on Adrianna that causes her to crash into the barricade as Lara just begins to stomp away at the woman. Lara then goes under the ring and starts to search for something. After a few moments, she finally finds a pair of brass knuckles and puts them onto her hand. She walks back over to Adrianna who is slowly making it back up to her feet and as she does, ducks under a haymaker from Lara before delivering a rolling forearm of her own and grabbing Lara and delivering a pumphandle slam right onto the ring apron. Lara grabs at her back as she hits the floor before Adrianna rolls into the ring and sees Sativa and Serena still fighting it out.

HANSON
“MY--GOD!!!! Pumphandle Slam right on the apron! That could have broken the champion’s back!!”

REYNOLDS
“No kidding!”

Adrianna grabs the bundle of light tubes she slid into the ring earlier and sets them up in a corner before grabbing the steel chair and walking up behind Serena and delivering a hard shot to the back causing her to drop to her knees. Adrianna delivers another shot and another and another, waffling Serena with the chair over and over again before Serena finally has to roll out of the ring to get out of harm's way. Sativa though, isn’t as lucky. Adrianna picks her up and puts Sativa up on her shoulder and turns to the light tubes and gets a running start before driving Sativa through the lights with a running powerslam into the corner.

HANSON
“YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!!!”

REYNOLDS
“WHY DO WE EVEN HAVE THOSE UNDER THERE?!”

AUGUSTINO
“BECAUSE THIS IS AWESOME!!!”

HOLY SHIT!

THIS IS AWESOME!

HOLY SHIT!

THIS IS AWESOME!

HOLY SHIT!

THIS IS AWESOME!

HOLY SHIT!

Adrianna grabs Sativa and pulls her out towards the middle of the ring and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

But Lara Blackheart dives in, out of nowhere, and breaks up the pin! Lara picks up the chair and then helps Adrianna up to her feet. Once Adrianna is up to her feet, Lara swings the chair and nails her opponent right in the face with weapon, dropping Adrianna, but she hits the mat and when she does, Lara sees Serena trying to get back into the ring, but Lara immediately stops her with a dropkick that drops Serena off of the apron and back onto the floor. As she turns back around, Adrianna is up on her feet, egging Lara to give her everything she has. Adrianna mouths something to Lara and you can see the expression on her face change from that of focus on wanting to win the match to just wanting to hurt Adrianna.

REYNOLDS
“I can’t really hear what she’s saying, but Adrianna looks like she’s starting to piss Lara off!”

AUGUSTINO
“Like Nick said, Jimbo, bad blood!”

HANSON
“Yup!”

REYNOLDS
“Stop calling me, Jimbo!”

HANSON
“Relax, Jimmy!”

REYNOLDS
“Don’t call me fucking Jimmy, either!”

AUGUSTINO
“Hang on guys, what’s happening?”

Adrianna keeps saying stuff to Lara, the expression on the champion’s face getting more and more intense with each word before she finally has enough and charges at Adrianna taking her down with a spear and then just laying in forearm after forearm to Adrianna who isn’t even trying to block the blows. Lara is screaming at her, each blow connecting and after a bit, the strikes the get less impactful and her expression changes from anger to sadness and tears start to roll down Lara’s face and she yells out for her father. She looks at Adrianna and just screams out-

“I’ll fucking kill you! Bitch! Fucking bitch! I’ll fucking kill you!! Why?! Why?!?! Tell me why!!!! Daddy, why?!?! Daddy, why’d you have to leave me?! Why? WHY?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Uhhh...guys? What’s going on…?”

HANSON
“Adrianna isn’t even defending herself! She’s letting Lara unload on her but something’s come over the champion! I think...guys, I don’t think things are alright….”

REYNOLDS
“What’s going on with this match?! What’s wrong with Lara?!”

Adrianna rolls Lara off of her and just holds the champion there in her arms, consoling her as Lara just sits there, leaning back against her...sobbing. Lara rocks the girl in her arms, ignoring the other two opponents. She can be seen mouthing-

“I’m sorry, baby girl. I am so sorry. It’s okay. Let it all out, sweetie.”

As Lara continues to sob, Adrianna looks over at Nico who’s already getting out of his chair. He runs around the ring, grabbing Lara and pulling her out and craddling her in his arms as he yells for the cameraman to fuck off.

“Get the fuck outta here!” Nico yells to the camera man, trying to keep Lara out of frame.

Adrianna rolls out of the ring and follows Nico and Lara up the ramp. Before she disappears behind the curtain though, she looks at Sativa who is up on her feet and shrugs, motioning for her and Serena to finish things up. Sativa shrugs her shoulders and slides into the ring. Serena isn’t far behind her.

HANSON
“Guys, Adrianna and Nico Salvatore are taking Lara Blackheart away from the ring!”

REYNOLDS
“They make up half of this match!”

AUGUSTINO
“What the hell’s wrong with Lara, I wanna know!”

HANSON
“We heard her screaming for her father. Adrianna telling her to let it all out. Guys, I’m as confused as you are!”

REYNOLDS
“Well, we’ve still got a match to finish! It looks like it’s gonna be Sativa Nevaeh and Serena Frost for the championship that the champ isn’t even here to defend! We’re gonna have a new champion regardless of the outcome!!”

Serena and Sativa look at each other, both a little confused as to what just happened, but the two women don’t dwell on it for very long before the two lock up in the middle of the ring and Sativa goes behind Serena and puts her in a waistlock before dropping her with a belly to back slam. Sativa then stands up and delivers a running shooting star to the back of Serena before shooting the half and going for a cover.


ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Sativa stands back up and waits for Serena to make it to her feet. After waiting for a few moments, Serena finally gets back to her feet and as she does, Sativa hits Got ‘Em! Serena hits the mat and rolls to her back as Sativa climbs to the top rope and hits the Sonic Screwdriver and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HANSON
“NEW CHAMPION!!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!”

REYNOLDS
“Well Lara Blackheart left the match, Nicky! You knew there was gonna be a new champ!”

AUGUSTINO
“The Kingdom has swept Invasion in their matches!!”

Sativa rolls off of Serena and lays on the mat breathing hard. The ref had retrieved the title from the timekeeper and moved back to Sativa. He raises the title and points at Sativa to signify that she had won the match and the title. He then helps her to her feet and raises her hand before handing her the title. Sativa holds the title in both hands and looks down at it. After the grueling match, it is starting to sink in that she actually won. She hugs the title to her chest as she falls back down to her knees. The camera zooms in on her face and shows that tears were streaming down her face through what's left of her makeup.

HANSON
“An absolutely emotional moment, for that young lady, right there.”

AUGUSTINO
“Hey, she said she was gonna do it and guess what? She fucking did it!”

REYNOLDS
“I said it to her last night. She earned this match and, shit, she earned this victory!”

AUGUSTINO
“I think those glass bits stuck in her back are a testament to that!”

HANSON
“Oh and we’ve got company!”

From the back rushes Jasmine Matthews, Morgan Payne, and Lluvia Cane. They are followed hotly by the Women’s Tag Team Champions Fire and Ice and the Kingdom’s bodyguard Alexa Marcus. The six women hit the ring and slide into it. Jasmine is, impressively, the first to reach Sativa and wraps her in a hug. She is followed closely by Morgan and Lluvia. The three members of the Collective, the Kingdom’s “inner circle,” shower Sativa with praise and affection. They each give her a kiss and then help her to her feet. Lluvia helps support the worn out champion as Jasmine holds the title at Sativa’s waist. Morgan slips behind her and snaps the title securely around Sativa’s waist.

REYNOLDS
“We got the entire crew down here, yikes!”

HANSON
“Well, what’d you expect?”

AUGUSTINO
“Jimbo, never expects much. This is awesome, though! This is a fucking team, boys! Everyone out here, supporting their girl!”

REYNOLDS
“What’d I tell you about calling me Jimbo?”

AUGUSTINO
“Get fucked, Jimbo, I’m enjoying the moment, here.”

The Kingdom then surround Sativa and hold her hands up in victory. Alexa carefully lifts Sativa up onto her shoulders as Sativa’s music finally hits. The Kingdom cheers as Sativa weakly raises her hands in victory.

HANSON
“Well, let’s look at things, here. The Kingdom now hold the Women’s Tag Team Titles and the Women’s Championship, Jim and Miranda. I’d say they’re well on their way to making a statement.”

AUGUSTINO
“They’ve already made a statement, Nick! I’ll bet my first paycheck they’re not finished yet, though.”

REYNOLDS
“Time will tell!”

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[MATCH #7. Main Event - Title Unification - “The Terminator” Tyler Grey © v. “The King of Pain” Judas Lasher © ]
Standing in the ring, Roger Arden stands with Commissioner Steven Brody who stands beside a small table with a title belt covered by a velvet sheet. Commissioner Brody stands by silently and lets Roger Arden do his thing.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event, scheduled for one fall!”

ONE FALL!!!!!

ARDEN
“And it is a title unification match! In tonight’s main event contest...it will be between the Jr. Heavyweight Champion, Tyler Grey and the Heavyweight Champion, Judas Lasher. After the match is completed, both individual belts will be officially retired. The winner of tonight’s match will be crowned the new and inaugural NFW World Champion!!!!”



Steven Brody removes the red velvet sheet from the table revealing the new championship on the small table. He shakes Roger Arden’s hand and picks up the title as ringside staff come in and remove the table. Brody sets the title down on the timekeeper’s table and goes over to sit at the commentary table.

HANSON
“Well, hey there, Steve! Welcome!”

BRODY
“Thanks, Nick! You folks feeling alright, this evening?”

HANSON
“Absolutely! Hell of an event so far!”

BRODY
“It definitely has been! Three new champions crowned, and how about that Silver Mountain Title match?”

REYNOLDS
“That was insane!”

AUGUSTINO
“Totally!”

BRODY
“Miranda, how are you liking things, so far?”

AUGUSTINO
“Steve, I’m absolutely stoked. I wanna thank you again, for hiring me!”

HANSON
“Steve, if you don’t mind me asking; do you know anything about what’s going on with Lara Blackheart? That was pretty intense, near the end there.”

BRODY
“I’m still not sure what’s going on. From what I understand, her mother is here backstage. They’ve left the building with Nico Salvatore and Eavan Maloney. Adrianna’s in the locker room with The Unwanted. She’s not answering any interviewer questions.”

REYNOLDS
“Her mother’s here?! We haven’t seen her in months!”

HANSON

The lights suddenly dim as Disturbed’s “The Best Ones Lie” explodes through the speakers. The crowd boos as the Renegade symbol appears up on the video wall. Lights around the stage flicker white and blue, giving the effect of an electrical disturbance.

God damn maybe I am a little paranoid
'Cause I can feel it getting harder to breathe
I really don't know when it began to be unbearable
But now it's sickening me

Because the world keeps burning
And they keep turning the page
They love the drama
So pardon me if I don't give a
God damn bit about anything you're telling me
It's just a matter of fact

ALL OF THE BEST ONES LIIIIIEEEE!!!!

Finally, a spotlight illuminates the center where Jr. Heavyweight Champion, Tyler Grey sits crouched in the center, not unlike the cyborg from the Terminator franchise. As the chorus to the song hits, Tyler Grey rises to stand, wearing the Jr. Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He sneers down at the ring, as usual looking like he’s just about to explode from the rage inside him. Water drips from his hair as he takes a deep breath and lets out an enraged shout before storming down the ramp, focused the ring.

And you're never gonna get me to see your side
I'm telling you all the best ones lie
And there's nothing you can say that will change my mind
So how about you don't even try

God damn maybe I am a little terrified
You know I really don't know what to believe
We watch the world die while they keep telling us there's nothing to fear
So now it's crippling me

Because the world keeps turning
And all people do is complain
They love the drama
Reality is they don't care a
God damn bit about anything you're telling me
It's just as simple as that

ARDEN
“Introducing first! Making his way to the ring! Weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds! Representing The Renegades!! He is the current and last NFW Junior Heavyweight Champion!! The Terminator!! TYLEEEEEEEEER...GREEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!”

Ever fuming with hate, Tyler Grey runs up the steps and promptly enters the ring, ripping the title off of his waist and throws it to the mat, kicking it across the floor before pointing to the new World Championship on the time keeper’s table. He looks into the camera, claiming how that’s his belt waiting for him before pie facing the camera away from him as his music fades out.

HANSON
“That is one despicable human being.”

AUGUSTINO
“More like one miserable son of a bitch!”

REYNOLDS
“Don’t let him hear you say that!”

BRODY
“He’s not gonna do anything. Not while I’m out here. I’ll fire his ass on the spot.”

Just as Brody says this, Tyler Grey walks up to the ropes and looks down at the announce team, meeting gazes with the brash and bold Miranda Augustino.

“Fuck you looking at, whore?! I’ll come see you for a victory fuck after!”

At the table, Miranda sits back and makes a sucking motion on her middle finger before raising it to Tyler, defiantly. Just then, the lights in the arena go completely out. Lighters and red glow sticks appear throughout the audience as they begin cheering.

AAAAVEEEE...SATANAS….

Venom Inc’s “Ave Satanas” blocks out the cheers of the crowd as the opening guitar riff runs through the arena. On the first note, Tyler Grey quickly slides out of the ring, under the bottom rope. Druids in black robes, emblazoned with an inverted pentagram on the front of their outfits march down the ramp, carrying torches in hand. They flank the top half of the ramp that doesn’t have the audience on either side of it. Heretical symbols flash across the video wall as smoke creeps across the stage. Candles light up along the edge.

Unholy gatherings, beneath the midnight sky
Praise blackened deities, the world of God denied
They call the ancient ones, invokes infernal names
Sigil of Baphomet, baptized in blood and flames

Faithless in the eyes of God
And reverse your holy cross
Renounce your crown of thorns
DEFILE YOUR MOTHER WHOOOOOOORE!!!!

As the chorus to the song hits, The King Of Pain emerges from the curtain, flanked by Doomsday and Buzzsaw. Notably absent, as mentioned, is Alessandra. Instead, Doomsday holds the bowl of ashes as he and Buzzsaw accompany Judas Lasher down the ramp. Once they pass the flanking druids, Judas Lasher begins ‘blessing’ fans wearing Dominion of Pain merchandise with an inverted cross drawn on their foreheads from the bowl of ashes Doomsday carries.

ARDEN
“His opponent!! Being accompanied to the ring by Buzzsaw and Doomsday!! Representing The Dominion of Pain! He is the current reigning and final NFW Heavyweight Champion! The King of Pain!! JUDAAAAAAAAAAAS LLLLLLAAAASSHEEEEEEEEER!!!”

Once they reach the ring, Buzzsaw helps remove Judas’ Satanic Priest robes and folds it over his arm. Judas Lasher removes the goat skull helm, revealing his cold, menacing sneer towards Tyler Grey. The first thing we notice is that Judas’ shoulder is still wrapped in medical tape. Doomsday passes off the bowl of ashes to Buzzsaw and clasps hands with Judas, embracing his brethren. Judas nods, conversing briefly with his two stable mates before Doomsday and Buzzsaw retreat up the ramp with the druids. Judas Lasher slides into the ring, smirking devilishly at Tyler Grey as if his shoulder doesn’t worry him at all.

HANSON
“The King of Pain, ladies and gentlemen!”

AUGUSTINO
“Mmmh, mama likey….”

REYNOLDS
“Oh boy.”

BRODY
“Well then!”

Judas Lasher removes his Heavyweight Championship and looks at it. Before handing it off, however, he calls for a microphone from the referee.

"Tyler Grey..." The rough, growling voice of the King of Pain began, as he took the microphone, "Your... judgement.... awaits. You've been creating your own demise for months now. Attacking women, starting more feuds at once than you could possibly handle... and now, you have driven the final nail into your own coffin. I am above you, Grey. I am twice the wrestler, twice the champion, and twice the MAN that you will ever be."

His voice began to pick up volume, as his typically calm demeanor was giving way to real, legitimate anger.

"I was maiming people and ending careers when you were still in diapers, you arrogant little shit. I've been in exploding death matches. I've been in barbed wire matches. I've lost so much blood that I nearly passed out. And I kept getting up. Do you really think attacking me with a wrench is going to do what all that couldn't?"

He held the World Heavyweight Title aloft, the look in his eyes so dark, so livid, that a lesser man would be terrified.

"I refuse to stand here, for the sake of something as ridiculous as a buy-rate, and pretend that you're some threat to my reign. To my legacy. Because you are NOT. You are a talented, but reckless punk. A hotheaded fool who rushes in without thinking. Tonight, I am going to tear you apart systematically. I will leave you bleeding in this ring. And most of all... I will most certainly prove you to the unworthy pretender to my throne that you truly are."

"I am finished trying to be humble. I am finished being thought of as the gatekeeper for the next generation. Because this is now. I am now. The Dominion will never die, and the Judas Lasher's true reign of terror.... is just... beginning."

The crowd roared with approval as Judas Lasher threw down the microphone and handed the Heavyweight Championship off to the referee before backing into his corner. Tyler Grey slid back inside the ring, seething with newfound hatred at The King of Pain's words as they waited for the bell to ring.

~DING DING DING~

From the beginning bell, Tyler Grey started with his mouth as he strolled right to the center of the ring. Silently, scowling coldly at the Jr. Heavyweight Champion, Judas Lasher - the Heavyweight Champion - walked right up to Tyler Grey and got right in the younger man's face. Even with the wrapping on his shoulder serving as a visible target, The King of Pain looked ever so imposing and terrifying as he glared back at the Renegade. Tyler Grey was long winded as he pressed his forehead against Judas Lasher's and kept jawing at the older man. One of several veterans that the Renegades had been causing trouble for since their formation. The crowd sat in their seats, watching with anticipation as Judas simply stood there, looking less than amused let alone even intimidated at his opponent's attempt to antagonize him.

"--tell me what the fuck you're gonna do, old man?! You ain't shit! Ain't none of you motherfuckers ever been shit! You sorry fucking cocksuckers just wanna sit here and keep the real talent---"

Tyler Grey was cut off suddenly as Judas Lasher, without even breaking his gaze from the man, brought up a hand with a surprising quickness and SLAPPED him right in the mouth!! The impact and quickness of the slap caught Grey off guard as his head snapped to the side and he stepped back, bringing up a hand to his mouth and looked at Judas with a boiling anger, rising up inside of him. One might have thought that vein in his head were going to burst until The Terminator lunged at The King of Pain to attack him. The crowd popped, however, as Judas blocked Tyler's attempt and began throwing shots right into the man's face. Tyler Grey instantly began to back towards the corner as Judas Lasher pressed the advantage, unloading on the insolent, young champion. As soon as Tyler Grey was backed into a corner, Judas Lasher began adding knees and boots to his barrage of attacks. The crowd stood on their feet, in support of the Heavyweight Champion as he laid into the Jr. Heavyweight Champion with everything he had.

HANSON
"The Heavyweight Champion!! Judas Lasher!! Unloading on the Jr. Heavyweight Champion!"

REYNOLDS
"I don't think Tyler Grey was ready to start, Nicky! The ref needs to start this match over and make sure!"

AUGUSTINO
"You gotta be ready to start the moment you step through those ropes! Fuck that 'say when' shit. This ain't Tombstone!"

BRODY
“Haha! Nice one, Miranda. Nice one.”

AUGUSTINO
“Well thank ya, boss man!”

What the referee did do, however, was an attempt to make Judas get Tyler out of the corner. When he couldn't, he began the count to five, forcing Judas to break away at four. Judas didn't let up for long, however, before he grabbed Tyler's wrist and Irish Whipped him into the opposite corner, full force. He also followed up, basically chasing after Grey so that as soon as he slammed into the corner, here came Judas with a back elbow right into the man's jaw. Driving another knee into his midsection, Judas kept Tyler rocked as he Irish Whipped him into the opposite corner again. As Judas came running across the ring, again, however, Tyler managed to move out of the way. Judas managed to stop himself before slamming into the corner. As he turned, however, Tyler Grey ran in and hit him with a lariat that knocked him to the mat. The Jr. Heavyweight Champion was quick, then, to roll out of the ring while Judas laid by the ring post and grabbed Judas by his arm. Dragging him over enough, Tyler reared Judas' arm back and threw it into the ring post, causing pain to shoot through his taped shoulder. Judas growled in pain, rolling out of the ring where Tyler circled around the corner to stay on him. This began a turning of the tables for Tyler Grey as he began focusing everything possibly on Judas Lasher's shoulder.

HANSON
"And now Tyler Grey's gonna work on that shoulder that he attacked just two weeks ago on Collision! He's still got that wrapping on it! Judas Lasher's shoulder is a painted target and the Terminator has his sights set on it!"

Before the referee finished the ten count, Tyler Grey threw Judas Lasher back into the ring and continued his offense, keeping the King of Pain on his toes. But Judas Lasher was never one to stay down so easily. Something he reminded the fans of as Tyler Grey delivered a powerbomb to the King of Pain and immediately followed up with a cover attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Cursing in frustration, Tyler Grey hit Judas Lasher with a forearm to knock him back to the mat when he tried sitting up. From there, he held down his injured arm and began landing kneedrops over and over. The crowd began to buzz then as he started fumbling and grappling with Judas, trying to go for the Skynet, already. Judas still had the strength left in him to fight back and broke free from Tyler's attempt. Tyler grabbed him right back, though and hit a shoulder block into Judas' shoulder before Irish Whipping him into the ropes. Judas came off of it and surprised Tyler with a low dropkick, knocking his feet out from underneath him. Tyler snapped forward, eating the mat. Judas quickly got to his feet and - clutching his arm against him - ran off of the ropes, hitting a jumping knee drop right onto Tyler's head, sending him thrashing in pain.

AUGUSTINO
"Yeeeeeaaah! Lasher's starting to come back from it, boys! Grey better watch out!"

REYNOLDS
"Shit! C'mon, Tyler!"

BRODY
“Jim, I thought I heard you say you were predicting a Judas victory. You’re cheering Tyler again?”

REYNOLDS
“Well, I half expected some Dominion to be at ringside, but if they’re not, my boy T.G still has a shot!”

HANSON
"The King of Pain will not accept defeat so easily!"

Back on his feet, Judas shook out his arm, grimacing some from the pain before running off of the ropes and came back into a sliding clothesline using his good arm, SNAPPING Tyler back to the mat, violently! Judas hooked the leg, wincing from the pain in his arm again.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

HANSON
"Grey kicks out and this match is still on!"

AUGUSTINO
"So if this match draws, they both walk out of here still the respective champions of their divisions or...? How does this match work?"

REYNOLDS
"You really don't know?"

AUGUSTINO
"I've never called a unification match, before."

REYNOLDS
"How did you land this job?"

AUGUSTINO
"I've been commentating on the indies for four years. Dick. I know the job. Never had a unification match happen, though."

HANSON
"Cut her some slack, Jim. Our ratings are through the roof and Miranda's trending. They're calling her the life of the commentary! Wait a minute...."

REYNOLDS
"Wait, WHAT?! The life of the---"

AUGUSTINO
"HAH!!! You guys suck!! Say, Steve. How does it work out if these guys draw?"

BRODY
“At this point, since I’m out here, I’ll probably just restart the match. I’m not letting Vancouver go home with that outcome, nor am I letting a new title we just crafted collect dust. Matter of fact? Excuse me!”

Steven Brody gets up from the announce table and walks over to the timekeeper table where he grabs a microphone.

“Hey, hold up a second! I just realized the importance of this match and there’s a couple of factors I refuse to have take place. That being said, as Commissioner, allow me to make sure that there will be a World Champion crowned tonight! Judas? Tyler? I don’t foresee any complaints from either of you on this one. This match is now no countout and no disqualification!” Steven Brody drops the microphone and walks back to the announce table as the crowd cheers.

HANSON
“How about that?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Good call!”

Even with one arm, Judas Lasher proved that he could be absolutely dangerous as he started viciously laying strikes into Tyler Grey with his one good arm. The fight, eventually, ended up outside of the ring again with Judas Lasher whipping Tyler Grey violently into the main commentary table. Tyler slammed into it, doubling over the top but caught himself, clutching his midsection. As he turned around, however, Judas Lasher let out a ferocious yell, running full speed at the man and threw himself into Tyler Grey with a running crossbody. Reynolds, Augustino, Brody and Hanson barely got out of the way as both men came tumbling over the table and onto their side.

BRODY
“WATCH OUT!!!!”

REYNOLDS
"HOLY SHIT!! LASHER'S FUCKING INSANE!!"

AUGUSTINO
"Screw that! This is fucking awesome!!”

HANSON
"We've got both competitors strewn about like they've just been in a car wreck!"

AUGUSTINO
"Dude, that is so overused. C'mon, Nick."

REYNOLDS
"Thank you!"

Judas and Tyler began pulling themselves up to their feet. Mostly Tyler, as Judas nursed his shoulder on the ground. The Jr. Heavyweight Champion picked the Heavyweight Champ up by his hair, however and dragged him out to the ringside floor beside the ring, again. Tyler and Judas began to trade shots. Back and forth, over and over until Judas Lasher hit Tyler Grey with a European Uppercut, sending him back against the apron. Judas went for the leap, grabbing Tyler around his head, for the Lucifer's Halo but Tyler braced his feet and shoved Judas into the guard rail, almost into the fans. As Judas stepped back and turned around, Tyler lunged forward and grabbed him with an arm around the neck, suddenly hitting The Descent right out on the ringside floor, with so much snap, Judas was propped right on his head and neck for a second before crumpling to the floor.

HANSON
"THERE'S THE DESCENT FROM THE TERMINATOR TO THE KING OF PAIN!!! THIS MATCH COULD BE OVER!!!"

BRODY
“Right on his head! My god, Tyler!”

AUGUSTINO
"JUST GOTTA GET HIM INSIDE THE RING!!"

REYNOLDS
"C'MON, TYLER!!!"

Exhausted, both men laid out on the floor as the referee began the count. It wasn't until he got to five that they started to stir and try their damndest to make it to their feet. Tyler Grey still made it up first and picked Judas Lasher up, throwing him in before he made it in, himself, at the count of nine! Desperately, Grey crawled over and covered Lasher. The ref dropped down and counted.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

Judas Lasher's arm SHOT OUT at the last possible hair of a second and grabbed the ropes! So close that dedicated Dominion of Pain fans jumped to their feet and roared their relief and approval as the King of Pain remained alive in this match. Lasher slowly rolled over and up onto his side; the camera catching a closeup of his bloodied face from eating the Descent on the floor outside. He started pulling himself up to his feet on the ropes as Tyler Grey fumed and raged on his knees, beating on the mat. Finally, he lifted his head up towards Judas Lasher, seething with hatred on his face and got to his feet. The ref tried to get Tyler to back off once he started bringing down forearms across Judas' back while the man held onto the rope to brace himself. Judas fought back with an elbow to the midsection, however, over and over before he let go of the rope and started feeding Tyler stiff forearms. Judas grabbed the man's arm and went for an Irish Whip but Tyler Grey reversed it, whipping Lasher out but hanging onto the wrist of his wrapped arm and pulled him right back in where he suddenly dragged Judas to the mat and cinched in the Skynet!!

REYNOLDS
"OHHHHH THERE IT IS!!!! SKYNET HAS LOCKED ONTO IT'S TARGET!!!"

AUGUSTINO
"Ouuuuuuuch! That can't feel good, guys! Look at that!"

HANSON
"Hyperextending that shoulder! It's already been previously damaged! Can Judas Lasher hang on?! Can he escape?! We might be seeing the inaugural World Champion right here in Tyler Grey!!"

BRODY
“I’m just worried about Lasher’s health as a member of the roster. If he taps out now, he saves his arm and he can always challenge for the title later!”

In what was a rare moment that wasn't often, ever seen, Judas Lasher was in true agony. Pain wrought on his face as he struggled to get free of the submission hold that prevented him from reaching for the ropes with his hands. After over a full minute of struggling, Judas began kicking his legs, trying to rotate towards the ropes but he was still too far away. In the end, just when it looked like he was going to give up, the King of Pain pushed himself over, shifting his weight so that he and Tyler rolled over with him on top of Tyler. This ended up with Tyler's shoulders on the mat and the crowd started getting excited again.

HANSON
"GREY'S SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!! THEY'RE DOWN!!"

ONE!!

REYNOLDS
"FIRST WORLD CHAMPION!!

TWO!!

AUGUSTINO
(singing)
"IT'S GONNA BE GREY!!!"

But Tyler Grey released Judas Lasher from the Skynet, so he could kick out of the pinfall. Judas Lasher rolled over onto his stomach to prevent another pin attempt while Tyler Grey rolled away and came up onto his knees, raging at having to break his submission hold.

AUGUSTINO
"Whoooo!!! Maybe not!! Good thinking by Judas Lasher!"

BRODY
"That's why he's a twenty five year veteran of the sport and a living legend! He thinks of these things!"

HANSON
“Absolutely!”

REYNOLDS
"Oh, I don't wanna hear it! He should have just quit!"

Tyler Grey got to his feet, wiping his face of the sweat as he panted with exhaustion. Judas Lasher, meanwhile, was crawling up onto his elbows and knees as Tyler Grey approached him and reached down to pick him up. As soon as he had hands on Judas, though, the King of Pain sprung up like a Jack In The Box, letting out a violent roar. He grabbed Tyler's head and SNAPPED him to the mat, garnering a deafening pop from the fans!!

AUGUSTINO
"HOLY SHIT!!!!!!"

HANSON
"HALO!!!! HALO!!!!! LUCIFER'S HALO!!!!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!!"

Tyler Grey laid out on the mat with Judas Lasher right beside him, hiding his face in his arms as he paused to breathe. He quickly crawled over, however, after a few seconds and threw his arm over Tyler.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE-!!

BUT TYLER GREY GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!

HANSON
"OHHHHH!! HE TOOK TOO LONG TO CAPITALIZE!!"

BRODY
“So close!”

REYNOLDS
"GOOD! GET UP, TYLER!"

AUGUSTINO
"THESE GUYS ARE ABSOLUTELY WHUPPED, BOYS!!"

Judas Lasher fought up to one knee and foot, heaving with heavy breathes as he reached down to pick Tyler Grey up by his hair. As soon as both men were up on their feet, however, Tyler Grey batted Lasher's hand off of him and hit him with a right hand. Judas reared and came back with one of his own. Tyler ate it and answered back. Judas absorbed it, sneering devilishly at his opponent, grabbed his hair and cocked back with full force, hitting him with a blatant fist. Tyler stumbled and came back with a back hand chop, followed by a quick kick to the midsection. He grabbed Judas by the arm and went for an Irish Whip. Judas Lasher countered, whipping Tyler Grey out but held onto his arm just like Tyler had done him earlier. When Judas yanked Tyler back in, however, he threw an arm around his neck and delivered a sudden ROCK BOTTOM to the Terminator!!

HANSON
"ROCK BOTTOM!!!! ROCK BOTTOM FROM LASHER!!!! SHADES OF VLAD BLACKHEART!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"NO FUCKING WAY!!!!"

Instead of going for a pin, however, Judas rolled over onto his stomach, sneering at Tyler through a mess of dreadlocked hair as he put himself in position, waiting to strike. Dazed and confused, Tyler Grey pulled himself up to his feet, unsure of where he even was, it seemed. When he stumbled around to face the King of Pain, Judas Lasher sprung up again, delivering a more brutal Lucifer's Halo!!

AUGUSTINO
"LUCIFER'S HALO AGAIN!!!!!"

HANSON
"WITH AUTHORITY!!!"

ONE!!

HANSON
"CAN HE DO IT?!"

TWO!!

AUGUSTINO
"HE'S GOING TO!!!!"

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

~DING DING DING~

BRODY
“And there we have our World Champion, folks!”

Venom Inc's "Ave Satanas" filled the arena again as the crowd jumped to their feet. Tyler Grey and Judas Lasher laid there, the latter over the former with both in a limp heap. As his music blasted throughout the arena, the referee brought over the new NFW World Championship to him as Judas finally pushed himself up to his knees to accept the belt.

ARDEN
"Here is your winner...AAAAAAND NEEEEEEEEEEEW.....NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING...WORLD CHAMPION.....The King of Pain...JUDAAAAAAAAAAAAS LLLLLLLLLLAAAASHEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!"

Covered in sweat and blood, Judas Lasher raised the title up over head in both hands as the Dominion of Pain all joined him in the ring from backstage. Doomsday helped the man to his feet before he and Belphegor lifted the King of Pain up onto his shoulders to hoist that new title even higher.

HANSON
"Listen to this crowd, ladies and gentlemen!! Jim Reynolds!! Miranda Augustino!! This arena is booming!! We have our inaugural NFW World Champion! As the two men's divisions combine into one, the King of Pain, Judas Lasher, sits on the throne at the top of the mountain!! Dare you anyone to come try and knock him down!"

AUGUSTINO
"Well, we know one who's going to! He's already got a challenger laid out for August 13th! Assuming he's true to his word."

REYNOLDS
"Lasher? Honest? HAH!"

BRODY
“Oh, rest assured. That match is happening. Judas Lasher will defend that title in a match against the man who, rightfully, is the next Number One Contender: Max LeBrun. You said it, yourself, Miranda. August 13th. It’s happening.”

HANSON
"Contrary to what Jim will say, Lasher has always kept his word, whether he's made threats or promises. He promised Max LeBrun a rematch for the championship that he won from him back at WrestleWar if he were to defeat Tyler Grey, tonight! That defeat has happened! I'm sure we'll be hearing from Max LeBrun before too long, folks!! We thank you for joining us here in Vancouver, British Columbia. For Jim Reynolds, NFW Commissioner, Steven Brody and Miranda Augustino - welcome aboard, by the way!"

AUGUSTINO
"Thanks, Nick!"

HANSON
"This has been NFW Invasion, folks! We thank you for having joined us! So long, everyone!"

The shot fades out on the ring where the Dominion of Pain stands tall. Judas Lasher kneels on both knees with the World Championship around his waist and his arms out, grinning wickedly through his hair. On either side of him stand Buzzsaw and Ethan Skinner while Ultra-Violence both stand behind him, tall and menacing as the shot fades out....