Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 18, 2019 12:01:03 GMT -8
A highlight reel plays, recapping the events of INVASION. Quick cuts of each match are shown, highlighting each outcome.
Darius Crowley defeated Jag’hatai by technical submission, choking him into unconsciousness with the Helm’s Deep. After the match, both men looked dissatisfied with the outcome.
After insane tag match, telling a story of bad blood and the quest for revenge, Fire & Ice got their said revenge from Nostalgia Ultra when Lilith Meadows pinned TyAnna Jupiter - the woman who crushed her throat with a chair - to win Fire & Ice the Women’s Tag Team Championships.
After an eighteen minute Catch Can Wrestling war, Shelley Silver defeated Ethan Skinner with an uppercut and a ground and pound to retain the Silver Mountain Championship. The highlight reel also showed her heavy criticism of him before taking her belt and leaving the ring.
The Bullet Club civil war came to a head as Prince Devitt and Kenny Omega battled it out to see which side would be leaving NFW forever. Prince Devitt was the victorious one, pinning Kenny Omega and sending him, Kota Ibushi, Adam Page and the Young Bucks out of the company.
In another all-out war between the two tag teams, the McKeesport Mafia defeated Suzuki-gun’s Minoru Suzuki and Zacj Sabre Jr for the Tag Team Championships. The match wasn’t without interruptions as Suzuki-gun attempted to intervene only to have Solomon Rex and Connor K arrive and fight Suzuki-gun off. Rex and Big Daddy Payne - old rivals - stared each other down before Rex and Connor left.
In an absolutely hellacious, fatal fourway, Lara Blackheart took on Sativa Nevaeh, Serena Frost and Adrianna Salvatore - all seeking her Women’s Championship. Near the end of the match, however, Adrianna made her motives more clear as she egged Lara on into absolutely losing her cool and causing years of buried rage from the death of her father to build up and make her absolutely lose control. After Lara calmed down, being reduced to tears, Adrianna left the match with her brother Nico, carrying Lara in tow. Sativa Nevaeh ended up pinning Serena Frost in the aftermath of this chaos, becoming the new NFW Women’s Champion.
In the main event, Judas Lasher and Tyler Grey faced off in a brutal contest to unify the World Heavyweight Title and the Jr. Heavyweight Title, bringing the divisions together. After a hellacious battle, the King of Pain proved why he is, indeed, one of the greatest of all time and defeated the much younger Tyler Grey by pinfall. Judas Lasher, leader of the Dominion of Pain, is now THE NFW World Champion.
The highlight reel ends with that same image of Judas Lasher and the Dominion of Pain in the ring with a transparent overlay of the Canadian flag billowing upside down before the shot fades out aaaaaaaaand….
The new show intro rolls on the screen!
Inside the Scotiabank Saddledome, pyro goes off around the stage and the crowd roars with excitement, holding their signs up, rocking their t-shirts, masks, face paint. All of the NFW merch that’s selling hot.
NFW!
NFW!
NFW!
NFW!
KING OF PAIN REIGNS SUPREME
DARTH GANJA #ANDNEW
YO SKINNER
~Sign Flip~
U GOT KNOCKED DA FUCK OUT
WE MISS U LARA
BEHOLD THE KINGDOM
DARIUS AND RAGMAN! ONE MORE ROUND!
HANSON
“Hello everyone and welcome to NFW’s weekly broadcast, Collision!”
The camera jumps to the announce table where we see Nick Hanson sitting with Jim Reynolds and Miranda Augustino. Nick Hanson wears a suit while the others both wear leather jackets and jeans. Miranda’s are blue while Jim is still in all black. He looks over at Miranda, seeming a little offended.
AUGUSTINO
“What is up, Calgary! We are here, rocking the house at the Scotiabank Saddledome and….”
She looks over at Jim.
AUGUSTINO
“The fuck’s your problem, Jimbo?”
REYNOLDS
“You’re stealing my look! And don’t call me Jimbo!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nick, is this guy always so goddamn whiny?”
HANSON
“Most of the time. Not always.”
REYNOLDS
“Thanks, I---hey! Fuck you, Nicky!”
AUGUSTINO
“HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“And fuck you, too!”
AUGUSTINO
“You wish!”
HANSON
“Anyway! We thank you for joking us, folks! We are one week passed Invasion. That one was certainly a mindblower, ladies and gentlemen. We’ve got not one, not two, but THREE new champions!”
AUGUSTINO
“Both within the Kingdom!”
HANSON
“Yes, indeed! Two within the Kingdom!”
HANSON
“Absolutely! Christina Olson and LIlith Meadows, better known as Fire & Ice - the new Women’s Tag Team Champions after defeating Nostalgia Ultra. Sativa Nevaeh, as well, the new Women’s World Champion after a pretty insane contest. We saw Lara Blackheart...I’m not even sure, guys. Some kind of episode. I understand it had something to do with the loss of her father and she’s been talking about therapy on social media. We don’t wanna say too much. We’d like to leave that to Ms. Blackheart herself or her family. Nonetheless, we hope things are well, Lara and if you’re watching, we all hope to see you back soon. We’ve also got new Tag Team Champions. The McKeesport Mafia - now FOUR time tag team champions - after defeating Suzuki-gun. We saw Shelley Silver retain her Silver Mountain Championship!”
AUGUSTINO
“Knocked that boy clean, the fuck out!”
REYNOLDS
“Hahahahaha, that was great! I hope it hurt that motherfucker.”
HANSON
“And last but not least, folks, we’ve got our inaugural NFW World Champion in the King of Pain, Judas Lasher! That being said, folks, let’s get this show underway! It’s a new era for New Frontier Wrestling! Let’s kick it off like---”
REYNOLDS
“DON’T...don’t say it, Nicky. Don’t be corny….”
AUGUSTINO
“LIKE A SHOT!!!”
REYNOLDS
“Fuck’s sake….”
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The camera jumps backstage where the towering duo of Ultra-Violence from the Dominion of Pain are arriving to the arena. Both men are wearing more or less regular clothing. Belphegor's face is sans face paint but it still moderately obscured by the hood of his hoodie, a bandana around his head and sunglasses. Doomsday, while dressed normally, wears his mask as the two walk silently and casually through the hallway.
REYNOLDS
"Uh-oh, here comes trouble!"
HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, Ultra-Violence has arrived! Looks like ahead of the rest of the Dominion of Pain."
AUGUSTINO
"These dudes are fucking scary! Chinga!"
Neither man is competing so they don't have bags with them. They're just there. Their trek stops as they reach the Dominion of Pain locker room door and stop immediately as they noticed a string of yarn stretched taught in a diagonal line in front of them. Doomsday and Belphegor try to survey what it's attached to, which it looks like it's strung up across some equipment racks near their locker room. Who the hell put their locker room there? Doomsday and Belphegor exchange a look before Doomsday shakes his head, grabs the string and goes to yank it down and out of their way. There's a loud THUD as a weight attached to the string falls from the rack and hits the floor. Doomsday looks down at it then starts to look up. Belphegor's already started to look up and backs out of the way on instinct as a five gallon bucket of maple syrup comes falling onto Doomsday, right over his head, completely soaking the man in the sweet, sticky liquid.
Miranda Augustino gasps. Jim Reynolds immediately lets out a wheezing laugh as the entire audience erupts into laughter with him.
HANSON
"What the hell?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Is that...is that syrup?"
Doomsday slowly pulls the bucket off of his head and drops it with a clatter to the floor, before looking at his hands. He touches his soaked hair and mask. Yup. He's drenched in thick, gooey, reddish brown pancake syrup. Tree Blood, by the looks of it. Rick Dickulous' own personally developed recipe. Doomsday looks at his hands as the almost blood red syrup drips off of his fingers. He clenches his fists in a sticky squishing noise as he looks at Belphegor. The bigger, younger man just stands there with his hands folded behind his head. We can tell he's exhaling, trying to stay calm as he looks at his veteran tag partner who is obviously seething with rage, right now.
HANSON
"Guys...I don't think we need to ask who did this...."
REYNOLDS
"We know damn well who did it! Hahahahahaha!!!!"
Doomsday turns towards the door to the locker room, steps forward and angrily grabs the doorknob. He twists it and shoves it open. This sets off a rigged up trigger inside that, surprisingly (and impressively) does several things at once. Doomsday is smacked in the face with a plate of buttermilk pancakes on one of those mechanical clown hands that throw pies, causing one to stick right over his mask. He's too busy pulling it off to notice the giant warehouse fan turning on full speed which blows an entire garbage bag of maple leaves onto him, causing dozens to stick to his syrup covered body. The trigger also sets off party poppers and red and white confetti shooting up all over the place. Somewhere in the locker room, a radio is turned on, playing an instrumental of "Oh, Canada." As the camera follows Belphegor and Doomsday into the room afterward - Belphegor watching his tag partner carefully and actually keeping a distance from him - both big men turn towards a party banner in red and white lettering that's strung up on a wall. All it says is--
SURPRISE
HOSERS!
This sets the already cackling crowd off to be laughing even harder. James Reynolds is also cackling now and Miranda can be heard giggling under her hand. Doomsday starts turning over stuff in the locker room, throwing tables and chairs out of the way until he finds the source of the music. He grabs the tiny radio and smashes it repeatedly against the wall, throwing it to the floor then as he looks around at what's been done to their locker room...and himself....
Fade to a commercial….
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This sets the already cackling crowd off to be laughing even harder. James Reynolds is also cackling now and Miranda can be heard giggling under her hand. Doomsday starts turning over stuff in the locker room, throwing tables and chairs out of the way until he finds the source of the music. He grabs the tiny radio and smashes it repeatedly against the wall, throwing it to the floor then as he looks around at what's been done to their locker room...and himself....
Fade to a commercial….
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*An old black and white movie showing men 50 feet away from the camera walking into a snow covered firest. The old reel skips in places, every so often there seem to be small jumps in time. The men all carry buckets and appear to be laughing silently as soft music plays. A soothing male voice speaks over the music*
"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."
*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*
"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."
*Dark brown, viscuous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*
"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"
*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"
*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*
"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"
*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*
"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"
*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*
"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"
*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*
"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."
"Man, fuck the kids..."
*Rick looks into the camera*
"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."
*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*
"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"
*The off camera voice again audible*
"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."
*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*
"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."
*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscuous, looking almost like real blood*
"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"
*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera*
"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."
*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*
"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."
*Dark brown, viscuous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*
"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"
*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"
*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*
"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"
*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*
"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"
*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*
"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"
*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*
"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."
"Man, fuck the kids..."
*Rick looks into the camera*
"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."
*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*
"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"
*The off camera voice again audible*
"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."
*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*
"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."
*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscuous, looking almost like real blood*
"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"
*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera*
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[MATCH #1. Singles Match - Anton Crowley v. Jason Goodnight (In his NFW Debut)]
In the center of the ring, stands Roger Arden with the microphone.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall--”
ONE FALL!!
ARDEN
“--and is your opening contest!”
“There is a secret song in the center of the world, and it’s sound is like razors through flesh.”
“I don’t believe you!”
“Oh, come. You can hear it’s faint echo right now. I’m here to turn up the volume!”
As the voice of Pinhead at the start of “Hellraiser” by Figure begins to sound out, very slowly Jason makes his way out to the entrance ramp, his head swaying side to side as if caught in a trance.
ARDEN
“Introducing first! Making his NFW debut! From Payson, Arizona! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds! “The Hellraiser”...JASOOOOOOOON...GOOOOOODNIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“Yup...it’s settled! NFW has become a fucking sanctuary for the insane! Someone get me a sedative!”
HANSON
“Jason Goodnight, folks, making his way to the ring. Big man, and very...intriguing. He says he’s a prophet trying to show others the way. We’ll see if he can show that way to Anton Crowley here in a moment.”
AUGUSTINO
“You do not know de wae!!”
HANSON
“What?”
AUGUSTINO
“Ugh...nevermind, Nick. Jeez.”
He smiles, looking out at the 'children' that surround the ring as he drops to his knees, whispering a prayer to the prophets around him before rising to his feet as the music drops into a loud bass hit. He rises quickly, moving much faster as he addresses those of the crowd that seem to wish to 'follow' him, resting his palms on their head and 'indoctrinating' them into his way before turning and sliding into the ring. He moves to kneel in the center of the ring (often looking at his opponents if they are already in the ring) as he continues his prayer before rising back to his feet with a laugh and backing to his corner.
The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hushed voiced echoing through the arena.
“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society
Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”
A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney standing at the top of the entrance ramp. She is pressed against him, his arm around her in a protective manner. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips as Eavan looks back over her shoulder. The pair starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.
“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”
As they walk the arena lights go full red. Anton holds Eavan’s hand as she is first up the steps followed closely by him. He sits on one of the ropes allowing her easy entrance into the ring. He then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. They resume their pose from the entrance ramp.
“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”
As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, once again helping Eavan out of the ring and passing her his entrance attire.
~DING DING DING~
Anton and Jason are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two men look at each other before Jason comes charging in and bullrushes Anton into the corner. The ref calls for a break and as Jason backs away, he comes back in and hits Anton with a forearm right to the jaw before grabbing his opponent and sending him into the opposite corner. Jason comes charging in and hits Anton with a massive splash in the corner before snapmaring him over and hitting the ropes and delivering a sliding clothesline and going for a quick cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Jason picks Anton up and sends him into the ropes. Anton comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Jason and hits the ropes once more. As Anton hits the ropes, Jason turns around and is taken off his feet by a clothesline from hell. Anton follows it up by grabbing the right leg of Jason and forces the man onto his stomach. As he does, he grabs hold of the ankle and begins twisting it and applying pressure, putting Jason in an ankle lock. Jason just laughs as he has his ankle twisted and worked over before getting back onto his back and just kicking Anton off of him. Anton though doesn’t let up as Jason starts to make it back to his feet, Anton hits a superkick right to the jaw that echoes throughout the arena. Jason drops back down to the mat and Anton goes for a cover.
ONE
TWO
KICKOUT!
Anton picks Jason up sends him into the ropes. Jason comes off the ropes and as he does, Anton delivers an STO before following it up with running senton. Anton then picks Jason up and sends him into the corner. Anton comes charging in and as he goes for a splash in the corner, but instead of hitting the move, Jason catches him and delivers a Uranage to Anton out of the corner before climbing up to the second rope and hitting a senton splash to Anton. Jason then picks Anton up and looks to deliver Pray to the Prophet, but Anton counters out of the move and instead hits Jason with The Fall!
HANSON
“And there’s The Fall!! That’s gotta be it!”
REYNOLDS
“I don’t think he’s done yet!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nope!”
Anton though, doesn’t stop there. He picks Jason up to his feet before delivering a series of kicks and punches, delivering the Lingchi before finishing it off with an Exploder suplex. Anton then goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Anton though, isn’t bothered by this and simply gets back up to his feet and waits. Jason slowly begins making it back up to one knee and as he does, Anton comes charging in and as he does, hits Jason with The Morning Star knee strike and Jason drops limp to the mat and Anton goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!!!! ANTOOOOOOOOON….CROWLEEEEEEEEEEY!!!”
SKYND’s “Jim Jones” resumes over the speaker system as Anton Crowley gets to his feet and has his arm raised by the referee. Eavan Maloney runs in and jumps into his arms, shamelessly laying a deep kiss right on her man. The two give their, by now patented, pair of wicked grins at the camera then, as the shot fades out.
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*Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic are shown in their dressing room, Matt warming up with lunges while Rick sits at a computer, typing away. He presses the enter key with flair and looks over at Matt*
"See, guy? This Twitter thing's easy! I mean, I know it's not your ballpark, so sometimes I just tweet stuff for you, eh? Except that one time when you were really insistent after a few brownies, bud."
*Rick turns back to the screen*
"I really gotta set a limit for you, guy..."
"Now I don't know about that internet stuff. I mean, I looked up what a Rusty Trombone was. I thought that waitress in Vancouver wanted to give me an old band instrument," Matt says shaking his head.
"I don't even want to know what her roommate was going to do," Matt says as he shudders to himself.
"My bet, guy? I bet she was gonna toss some salad, eh?"
*Rick snickers*
"Look, guy, we gotta really focus tonight. It's been a few weeks, bud, we can't be all rusty an' shit. We gotta go out there an' give'er. I mean, we wanna get back at Ultra Violence, right?"
"Yeah, you bet. Now, I don't know what happened, but I saw ring crews cleaning up tar and what looked like leaves. We're going to clean UV's clocks just like that. When we're done, the joke will be on them, right buddy?"
"Actually, guy...I think it was syrup..."
*Suddenly a loud ding erupts from Rick's computer and his face lights up*
"Stage Three is almost complete, bud! My package...our package? That just sounds wrong, eh? Our package… Anyways, guy, since you haven't stopped guessing since we were in Vancouver....the time has come, Matt Klazzic...."
"Are you sure it's not the Lightning Express? I mean, would that make me the Tim Horner of that group? Can-Am Connection maybe? Nah, we couldn't do that anyway, since well, nevermind..."
*Rick smiles at Matt*
"There wasn't a guy named Barry in that one, was there, guy? Just sounds like there should be a Barry in the Can-Am Connection, bud..."
*Suddenly a knock is heard at the door. Rick stands up from his computer and heads over to answer it*
"You just hold your horses, Matt-guy…”
*Rick opens the door, and greets the delivery woman*
"Hey there, guy! Thanks for bringing me my package, bud! My partner and I have been waiting for this all day, eh?"
*She gives Rick a calculated glance*
"Your partner? I mean, it IS 2019...everyone's got their thing, right?"
*Rick chuckles*
"No, not THAT kind of partner. My TAG TEAM partner, guy! You ever hear of Matt Klazzic?"
*She shrugs*
"I don't know, isn't he that wrestling dude with the black and white mask? I mean, not gonna lie....that mask really IS kinda sexy..."
"Rick? Who's at the door buddy?" Matt says yelling from the stalls. "I've been giving it some thought on that Rusty Trombone, and I don't see how anyone could be turned on by it, know what I mean, buddy?"
"Just..uhhh...getting a delivery, bud! You just keep 'er down in there, and keep yer stick on the ice, eh?"
*Rick looks back at the delivery woman*
"Trust me...in about 20 seconds you're not gonna think that way, guy....let's finish this up nice and quick, eh?"
*Rick hastily signs a form, hands it back to the delivery woman, and takes the package in his hand*
"Thank you very mu--"
"Phew...I don't know what that beer was I had, but there was nothing natural or light about it," Matt says as he shakes his head and sits back down on the chair in front of his locker.
*Rick gives the delivery woman a nod and gently ushers her out the door as he slides back in. He sets the packageon a table and beckons Matt over*
"Matt-guy? I give you....Stage Three of the transformation of Turn-It-Up Express....are you ready, bud?"
"Ooh, what you got there? More Brotherhood Brownies?!?"
"Matt-guy....feast your eyes on this beauty ring gear, bud..."
*Rick opens the box, however, the camera is unable to see the contents. Matt's face lights up instantly - Rick's not so much*
"GODDAMNIT, GUY!! I said I was getting us matching outfits themed after one of the best tag teams in history....this is TOTALLY not Demolition gear, bud!"
"Well, how bad can it be? You didn't get the top hat and sequined vests like the Fabulous Ones, did you?"
"No, Matt-guy...I think we got something waaaay better, bud."
*Suddenly, the door opens and one of the road agents sticks his head in.*
"Sorry to bug you guys, but Mr. Brody needs you two at the interview area in 10 minutes to hype your match for tonight and...," the agent stops as he catches a glimpse of what was in the package.
"Wow...ok, 10 minutes guys and...," the agent pauses as he shakes his head. "Good luck," he exclaims as he closes the door and leaves.
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[MATCH #2. Singles Match - Aurora Luna (In her NFW debut) v. HEIDI]
The lights go down and "Dear Enemy" starts to play as purple and blue lights start to strobe. Smoke fills up the entrance before a white spot shines down where Heidi is suddenly standing with her back to the ring. She looks over her shoulder with a smirk before spinning around and walking down towards the ring.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...making her way to the ring, at this time...from Helena, Montana! “Firecracker”...HEEEIIIIDIIIIII!!!”
Heidi stares straight down at the ring focused before running the last bit and sliding into the ring on her stomach. She lays for a second before jumping up to her feet and holding her arms up in the middle of the ring. Heidi then goes to the corner, crouching down and waiting for the start of the match.
ARDEN
“And introducing her opponent...from London, England...being escorted to the ring by Carlton Walsh! Please welcome, AURORA...LUNA!!!”
"Built To Fall" hits the PA and Aurora comes out with her love Carlton. The pair march to the ring, evil intent on their minds, and Carlton smirking at Aurora lets her get in the ring first. He gets in the ring as Aurora lets an ear piercing scream out over the music. The pair then stare across the ring at Heidi with smirks on their faces.
~DING DING DING~
Heidi and Aurora Luna circle the ring, feeling each other out. Finally, the two engage in a collar and elbow lock-up and start jarring for dominance. After a few seconds, Aurora slips behind Heidi for a waistlock and goes for a German Suplex. Heidi manages to block and go into a cazadora rollup, almost immediately off the bat.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aurora Luna uses her power to kick out of the pin and roll up onto one knee as Heidi rolls back, grinning at her. Heidi makes a ‘this close’ motion with her hand and winks. Aurora slams her fists onto the mat and the two get back up to their feet. They lock up again and, this time, Aurora catches Heidi in a headlock. Heidi struggles to get out but Aurora just seems too strong. Aurora Luna gives a little snap and flips Heidi over into a headlock takedown, taking her to the mat. She holds the headlock, still as Heidi struggles to break free. Heidi manages to swing her legs up and reverse it into a headscissors. Aurora Luna powers out of it and pushes herself, athletically up to her feet. While Heidi’s still on the mat, Aurora lets out a wild shriek and gives a big stomp to Heidi’s chest, knocking her back. Angrily, Aurora begins laying vicious stomps to Heidi as she lays on the mat until the referee decides to make her back off. Heidi scrambles over to a corner and starts pulling herself up.
HANSON
“Things started off pretty technical, at first but it looks like Aurora Luna quickly got a little upset and now things are getting rough for Heidi!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, but I think Heidi can bounce back.”
REYNOLDS
“I hope so! I’m getting tired of all these damn crazies showing up here! Heidi needs to put this one away!”
But as the commentators were talking, Aurora Luna ran across the ring and came in with a brutal running knee to the ribs of Heidi. She grabbed her around the back of the head, delivering a barrage of knees into the midsection until the referee started counting, getting to 4 before Luna backed off. It was only for a second, however, as she looked at the referee with crazed eyes and went right back in at Heidi, this time, hitting her with an array of knife edge chops to the chest. Again the referee began to count and Aurora pulled Heidi out of the corner with a snapmare, following up with a tight chin lock. Heidi struggled against the chinlock but was unable to force herself out. She did manage to turn her body, making Aurora turn as well and Heidi got her foot on the ropes. The referee called for the break but before he could start the count, Heidi pushed off of the ropes and forced Aurora Luna onto her back and the ref switched right into a pin count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Aurora Luna released Heidi from the chinlock and threw her off in order to break up the pin. Heidi rolled up to her feet first and charged in as Aurora Luna got to her feet, delivering a running dropkick to Aurora. Aurora dropped and scrambled right back up. Heidi met her with another dropkick, knocking her down again, beginning to go on a tear of offense. Aurora got up again and Heidi came off the ropes for a springboard forearm but as she turned and came down, Aurora caught her around the waist and countered right into a belly to belly suplex, SLAMMING Heidi to the mat and hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aurora picked Heidi up to her feet and started to feed her stiff forearms. Heidi didn’t take them lying down, however, as she started to give them right back, making sure to grab Luna by the head and hold her in place as she did. It became an equal exchange of strikes before Aurora Luna lunged in and hit Heidi with a stiff headbutt right to the side of the face. Heidi staggered and Luna grabbed her into a swinging leg DDT and rolled her up again.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aurora Luna sat up, screaming wildly before pulling Heidi up to her feet again. She fed her a few more strikes before lifting her up for a vertical suplex. Heidi managed to slip back down to her feet, behind Luna and shoved her forward. Aurora stumbled and turned but as she did, Heidi was already coming off the ropes and delivered an impressive slingblade to her opponent! Aurora hit the mat and Heidi immediately got to her feet, positioned herself beside her opponent and hit a breathtaking standing shooting star press that garnered a pop from the crowd. This was a signature of Heidi’s known as--
AUGUSTINO
“KILL STAR!!!! THERE IT IS, BITCHES!!!”
HANSON
“That level of athleticism is always impressive!”
Heidi went immediately into a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Heidi sat up, frustrated, wanting this win. She nodded though, in understanding. She just needed to do more. She pulled Aurora Luna up to her feet and whipped her into the ropes. Heidi went for a spinning heel kick but Luna ducked under the leg, came off the ropes again and hit her with a brutal spear!!
HANSON
“OHH!!! AND THERE’S THE SPEAR, I BELIEVE SHE CALLS “BOW DOWN!” IS THAT GONNA BE IT?!”
But Luna didn’t go for a cover. Instead, she shook her head and pulled Heidi up to her feet by her hair, shaking her head. She wasn’t done with this little girl, yet. Luna Irish whipped Heidi into the corner and ran right behind her for a big splash. As Heidi started to slump, Luna lifted her up onto the top turnbuckle and climbed up with her, setting her up for a superplex. Heidi wrapped her leg under the rope, however to block the lift and began fighting back with shots to the ribs of Luna. When Luna let her head go, Heidi began throwing shots to her head. Luna fed some back to her but Heidi started throwing stiff forearms right to the jaw, causing Aurora Luna to sway on the turnbuckle. Aurora Luna doubled over, after a moment and Heidi saw her opportunity, bringing them both off of the corner with an avalanche sunset flip powerbomb. Aurora Luna hit the mat, rolling up into a sitting position. Heidi was quickly up onto her feet and hit her with a Black Moon superkick!! Aurora Luna snapped back as Heidi fell back into the corner, with a shocked look on her face. She knew she couldn’t waste too much time, though, and rushed over to pull Heidi to her feet and set her up in position for a double underhook facebuster. She lifted Aurora Luna up and followed through, delivering her variation of the move she called---
AUGUSTINO
“BANISHMENT!!”
HANSON
“THERE IT IS!! WILL IT BE ENOUGH?!”
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“YES IT WILL!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Thatta girl!”
REYNOLDS
“Finally! Relative normalcy prevails!”
“Dear Enemy” filled the arena again as the referee raised Heidi’s arm. The young blonde bounced happily in excitement for her victory before rolling out of the ring to avoid an enraged Aurora Luna. As Heidi backed up the ramp, she pointed to Aurora Luna and Carlton Walsh as if to say ‘I got you!’ Carlton Walsh kept Aurora Luna from going after Heidi as the fans cheered for their winner and the shot faded away.
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*The scene shifts to the backstage interview area where we see Josh Davidson standing alone.*
“Hello fans. Please join me in welcoming at this time, Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic, the Turn-It...Up...,” Davidson pauses as he looks off-camera, “Express.”
*Walking into frame from the right side of the screen, Rick and Matt are seen dressed in matching outfits, indeed inspired heavily by an amazing historical tag team - The Rockers. Yes, Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic were sporting black pants with yellow trim tucked into zebra striped boots, white kneepads, a black shirt with yellow trim, yellow bicep tassles, and white gloves reaching halfway up each forearm*
*Josh takes a moment to look at their outfits as he and Matt exchange a warm handshake.*
“Wow,” Davidson says to himself, unaware that he was holding the mic up.
“So gentlemen, we’ve already seen what happened with Ultra-Violence this evening, and with officials still unaware as to who perpetrated that incident, you two can’t be looking too far ahead to them as tonight you have a match with a relatively new tag team in NFW, The Frighteners, who held a strong account for themselves in their debut match against the aforementioned Ultra-Violence. How will you two approach this match tonight against two opponents you’ve never seen or studied film on?” Davidson asks a he looks at Rick and Matt, still unsure how to react to the new ring gear.
“Well, Josh, my friend. Those two pugs showed us a lot in that match with Ultra-Violence. They showed the heart, grit, and determination and came up just short. Boys? I’m looking forward to seeing you two in the ring tonight with my buddy, Rick here. But professional respect and admiration stops when we face off in that ring tonight in front of these nice fans. Now, Ultra-Violence, I don’t know who you pissed off this week, but you definitely had it coming to you. But you two big boys are on the horizon. Frighteners? You two are in our line-of-sight tonight. Nothing personal, boys, but we’re just two dudes looking to climb up the tag team ladder here in NFW and hopefully get a shot at those tag titles. And to do that, we gotta get through you to do it,” Matt says with a determined look on his face as the camera pans over to Rick.
"It's just like Matt-guy said, bud...Frighteners? You guys are gonna go places, we can all see it, eh? But tonight you're goin' up against the Turn-It-Up Express! We're pumped up, we're ready to go, bud, and tonight we're gonna turn it up to eleven all over this arena, guy!"
“Yeah!” Matt exclaims as he and Rick give each other an emphatic high five as Josh looks at them both.
“Thank you gentlemen, but before we end this segment, I think I speak for a lot of fans out there when I say, “what is with the outfits?” I know the retro look is back in again, but isn’t this taking it a little too far?” Davidson asks Rick.
*Rick looks at Josh with a smile*
"Josh-guy, there's no such thing as too far, eh? I mean, you're looking at the best tag team in this promotion right here in the Turn-It-Up Express. We can't be the best without looking the best, bud...and now we do....so we can!"
*Matt nods in approval as he puts his arm around Davidson’s neck.*
“And remember Josh, always dress for the job you want, not for the job you have. Rick and I have aspirations for those tag team titles, and now we have the look of a champion team to match the heart, soul, and determination of one. Thanks Josh. Let’s go, buddy,” Matt says earnestly as he and Rick leave the interview area. The cameras slowly zoom in on Josh Davidson’s face as he watches them leave the area and nods to himself in agreement. As the camera fades to black, Rick and Matt's voices are heard trailing off.
"Matt-guy? I totally Marty Jannettyed the SHIT out of that promo..."
"Wait, Rick...does that make me Doc now?"
Cut back to ringside….
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[MATCH #3. TAG TEAM MATCH - The Frightners v. The Turn-It-Up Express]
"Spooky Scary Skeletons" comes on over the speakers, as the lights dim down again and flickering images of ghosts and skulls - more cartoonish than scary - sweep over the ring and arena floor. The crowd actually gets more into it as The Frighteners come running out onto the stage. They bob and sway to the music, throwing up their hands to 'BOO' at the crowd before beginning their approach to the ring.
ARDEN
"The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first!! At a combined weight of four hundred and two pounds!! They're Young! They're Spooky!! They - Are - Splatterday and Nightcrawler!! THE FRIGHTNEEEEEEEERS!!!!!"
The Frighteners each take one side of the walkway as they approach the ring, moving along the crowd in a creeping, sneaky manner. At random points, one of them throws up their hands and lunges at a fan, yelling 'BOO! HA HA!!' The reaction is mixed as some fans jerk back, more so laughing out of enjoyment over it. Others just stare back at them, unphased at all. Reaching the ring, Splatterday hops over the top rope, athletically. Nightcrawler launches himself in a slingshot, flipping and landing on one knee and foot, throwing his hands up in the 'Boo' pose again. Splatterday poses behind him with his hands in the same motion. They hold the pose for a moment before moving to their corner as their music fades.
A hand turns the dials on every setting starting with volume all the way past 10 into a handwritten 11 as we start to hear "Turn Up the Radio" by Autograph blasting throughout the arena. The crowd stands in anticipation as the song continues to play. When the song intro transitions at the 'Turn it up' we see the words "Turn-It-Up Express" on the screen as the song jumps to the chorus and out steps Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic in their new ring gear! The two give each other the old 'Bash Brothers' forearm tap and head to the ring as the crowd goes wild.
ARDEN
“Introducing their opponents!! Rick Dickulous...Matt Klazzic!! THE TURN-IT-UP EEEEEXXPRRREEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!”
REYNOLDS
“This whole thing with them is so fucking ridiculous!”
AUGUSTINO
“I love it, Jimbo! Stop being a sourpuss!”
HANSON
“Right?!”
REYNOLDS
“Stop calling me, Jimbo!”
Klazzic and Dickulous hit the ring and throw their arms up. Both men stand on the second turnbuckles before getting back to their corner as Matt shakes hands with first the ref and then the ring announcer.
~DING DING DING~
Rick and Splatterday are in the ring as the bell sounds and the match is underway. The two men circle the ring before tying up. Rick though, being the biggest man in the match, just grabs Splatterday and tosses him aside. Splatterday hits the mat, but is back up to his feet immediately ducks under the grasp of Rick and starts to deliver a series of kicks to the legs of Rick, trying to chop him down. Splatterday hits the ropes and as he comes off, delivers a dropkick to the knees of Rick, dropping him down to one knee. Splatterday once again hits the ropes and when he comes off, hits Rick with a knee strike right to the temple dropping him to the mat.
HANSON
“And there’s those vicious strikes from Splatterday! The power of The Frightners!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah and here comes the agility of The Frightners!”
Splatterday then goes over to his corner and tags in Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler springboards off the top rope and hits the downed Rick with a 450 splash and goes for a cover. Before the ref can even reach a count of one, Rick presses Nightcrawler off of him and sends him flying across the ring. Rick makes it back up to his feet and charges in at Nightcrawler, hitting him with a big boot before picking up the smaller man and just throwing him into his corner. Rick comes charging in and hits Nightcrawler with a massive splash before tagging in Matt.
HANSON
“Turn-It-Up Express are starting to take it right back to NFW’s newest tag team and here comes Matt Klazzic off the tag from Rick Dickulous!”
Matt comes in off the tag and grabs Nightcrawler and snapmares him out of the corner before hitting the ropes and delivering a sliding forearm smash to the man. Matt picks Nightcrawler up off the mat and as he does, sends him into the ropes. Nightcrawler comes off the ropes and Matt looks to hit a backdrop, but as he sends Nightcrawler over, the man lands on his feet and as Matt turns around, he leaps and hits the bigger opponent with a hurricanrana and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Nightcrawler makes it back up to his feet and climbs to the top rope. As he does, Matt is up to his feet just as quick and climbs up to meet his opponent on the top rope. Matt grabs Nightcrawler and looks to suplex him off the top rope, but Nightcrawler holds on and begins delivering a series of forearms to the side of Matt’s face before delivering a headbutt that drops the man down to the mat. Nightcrawler balances himself on the top rope and launches himself hitting Matt with a shooting star press and going for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Nightcrawler goes over to his corner and tags Splatterday back into the match and as he comes in, he picks up Matt and he and his partner send Matt into the corner. Nightcrawler charges in and hits a back handspring elbow before Splatterday follows in after and hits a big splash on Matt that drops him down sitting in the corner. Splatterday then tags Nightcrawler back in and the two back up to the opposite corner and Splatterday whips Nightcrawler towards Matt and he delivers a bronco buster to the man. Nightcrawler pulls Matt out of the corner and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Rick is out on the apron banging against the top turnbuckle, urging Matt to get to his corner and make the tag. Nightcrawler picks Matt up off the mat and tries to send him into the ropes, but Matt reverses it and Nightcrawler hits the ropes. Nightcrawler comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Matt and as Matt turns around, Nightcrawler looks for another hurricanrana, but this time Matt is able to block it and picks his opponent up and drives him into the turnbuckle with a bucklebomb. As he does this, Rick tags himself back into the match. Rick comes in off the tag and charges over to the other corner and just runs into Splatterday knocking him off the apron.
HANSON
“AND THERE GOES SPLATTERDAY RIGHT DOWN TO THE FLOOR!”
REYNOLDS
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“CHINGA!!!!”
Rick then turns his attention to Nightcrawler and sends him into the ropes. Nightcrawler comes off the ropes and as he does, Rick delivers a discus clothesline before picking him up and delivering a belly to belly suplex that sends Nightcrawler halfway across the ring. Rick then walks over to his corner where Matt tags back in before Rick grabs their opponent and hits Timber before Matt comes in and picks Nightcrawler up and hits a Northern Lights Bomb and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
“Turn Up The Radio” fills the arena again as Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic join together in celebration inside the ring.
ARDEN
“Here are your winners!!! Rick Dickulous...and...Matt Klazzic! THE TURN-IT-UUUUUUUUP EEEEEXXXXPRREEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!!”
HANSON
“And what a win that was for Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic!”
AUGUSTINO
“I’ll say this! These two just have this natural chemistry together, you can’t help but love ‘em!”
REYNOLDS
“Speak for yourself, Miranda. I can’t fucking stand--”
All of a sudden, however, Turn-It-Up Express' music cut off and the lights in the arena went completely out. For a couple of long moments, the audience and men in the ring were shrouded in complete, pitch blackness.
HANSON
"We apologize, folks. We're not sure exactly what's going on here. We might have some power issues, if you can even hear us. Jim? Miranda?"
REYNOLDS
"I hear ya."
AUGUSTINO
"Good on my end! Looks like we're still on the air, too. I don't know what's going on."
At that point, then, the video wall flickered on, revealing a darkened room with just enough light to be revealed two towering figures in the darkness. The lighting is just enough in the feed to tell us that it's none other than Ultra-Violence again. Water drips from Doomsday's hair which covers his face like a curtain. He's now wearing his entrance jacket with his hood up to conceal the top half of his face. He appears to have washed off since the incident at their locker room. Beside him, Belphegor stands silently as Doomsday speaks.
"Rick..." Doomsday says in a deep, low growl. "You leave me unable to find words.... Months ago...almost a year...you stuck your nose where it didn't belong. Into something that did not concern you. You stuck your nose...into the business of the Dominion. For what, boy? An attempt to play hero? To protect the unfortunate victims that were chosen as a means to an end. Or was it, perhaps, your attempt of making a name for yourself? I told you that you wouldn't...." Doomsday shook his head under the dim light. Belphegor shook his as well, slowly, as if to say 'you stupid motherfucker.' He knew how angry his tag partner was, by now.
Doomsday continued. "I grow tired of the games, Rick. The childish antics. Your attempt to prove that you are, somehow, the alpha male among alpha males in this company. This all could have ended during our first meeting when it took our own people to pull us apart. But you decided to keep on. You decided to keep on pushing. YOU...JUST COULDN'T...LET...IT...GO!” The lack of ambient noise from other electronic devices makes Doomsday's voice echo eerily throughout the arena.
All of a sudden, the camera cuts throughout the arena and people from all around the building are seen watching the video of Ultra-Violence. Also, not only does Doomsday's voice fill the ringside area, but his voice is coming through every speaker of the Saddledome. He and Belphegor have, somehow, taken over the entire arena's sound system. As Doomsday continues speaking, we see a few roster members watching. The Unwanted - Adrianna Salvatore, Mia Hayashi, Shelley Silver, and Angel Kusanagi watch in their locker room. Notably, Mia looks warily to her girlfriend as Adrianna's father speaks. The look on Adrianna's face says it all. This is bad.
"You wanted to provoke it, Rick." Doomsday's voice echoes throughout the arena, still. "You wanted to provoke the monster. The beast.... Me...."
The camera cuts then, to the Dominion of Pain's locker room. Judas Lasher, Buzzsaw, Darius Crowley and Ethan Skinner all stand watching the screen in there. They are stoically calm. Ethan and Darius look more curious than anything. What is Doomsday doing?
"Well...I say unto you, Rick...congratulations...." Says Doomsday. "You have won.... You will get what you wish for...."
Cutting again, The Kingdom in its entirety are seen, looking up at a screen by the concession area with backstage staff member behind them.
"The entirety of NFW will hear this, Rick." Doomsday's voice in the feed grows lower and colder. His mouth -- all that we can see from under his hair and hood, without his mask -- twists into an angry sneer. "They will know that what transpires from here on out...is all on you. Matt...Matthew. I know you're there with him, right now. To you, I say...may whatever god you believe in...have mercy on your existence. Because by association...you are involved in this, as well...."
Cut to The Resistance - Alex Brody, Erin Mercer, Chris Wolfe, Max LeBrun and The Rebel Forces - joined, as well, by Bronwyn Good who's there with Erin and Candi Broduer who's there with Max. They're in their locker room as well, watching intently, looking at one another. What the hell is Doomsday talking about?
"By associating with the man who keeps prodding the bear, you too must be dealt with. You will share in the reward for his most valiant efforts. A contract is being drawn up as we speak, Rick. For a match...." Doomsday says.
The camera cuts back to the inside of the arena, showing the Ultra-Violence on the video wall.
"...A match where everything will be settled...once and for all." Doomsday growls. "We will meet on August 13th...in Detroit, Michigan. You will bring Matt...and I will bring a young man...." He reaches up and clasps Belphegor's shoulder. "...that reminds me much of myself when I was his age. There...all of the bickering. The childish games. The endless clashes. They will all be put to an end. Or...else...." Doomsday leans into the camera, still concealing his unmasked face. "Hear me now...all of you.... Rick...you and Matt...you will sign this contract...you will accept this match.... Because if you don't...the rest will suffer. I would advise the men and women of New Frontier Wrestling to avoid stepping foot into any NFW venue until Rick makes the correct decision.... Because until he does...the longer he makes us wait...the longer he makes me wait...I will inflict pain and torment on whichever of you happens within my sight on a level that you thought unimaginable. I...promise...you....all. You can ask Judas about how well I keep my promises...." Doomsday leans away from the camera and enough into the light, we alllllmost get a glimpse of his face. The light reflects off of his eyes from under his hair and hood. "It is time, young Rick.... It is time for you to serve your sentence for your degeneracy.... And it shall be served...within Tartarus...."
At that moment, the scene goes black on the screen and the crowd's already starting to cheer. Just when everyone's expecting the lights to come back on, the video wall comes to life again with a grainy, black and white vignette of older NFW footage. The vignette shows a ring with barbwire replacing the ropes. The entire mat is covered by thumbtacks like a carpet. Surrounding the ring and floor area is a large steel cage structure. Chain link fencing weaved with more barbwire through the links. The vignette shows quick shots of some familiar faces. We see Doomsday, about fifteen years younger, kneeling down on the mat in the tacks. His hair hanging down over his mask. Even in the black and white, grainy filter, we can see the hideous cuts and gashes on his body. Wounds where his current scars are. Another quick cut shows him laying on his back in the middle of the ring of tacks, barely able to move...covered in what has to be blood. Quick shots then show those unfortunate to be in there with him. Those who remember Morgoth, recognize the father of Darius Crowley being dropped onto the barbwire ropes and falling outside of the ring, clutching his midsection as pain shows on his bloodied, painted face. Another shot shows him being violently whipped into the turnbuckle where a small C4 cartridge goes off and sends him down, face first into the tacks. Another quick cut shows another instance, where an 18 year old Julian Morrison is seen screaming in pain with blood running down his face, tacks sticking out of his body. His screaming face is overlayed with the haunting cries of what sound like tormented souls. The vignette ends with a shot of a bloodied Doomsday, standing outside of the menacing looking structure. He flings his hair back out of his face, covered in blood. He's seen without his mask but there's so much blood covering his face, it's impossible to tell what he looks like underneath, anyway.
Even more horrifying, is that this final clip is in full color. We see the open wounds. The copious amount of blood covering his body. He can barely stand on his own two feet in the video...but he's standing. Victorious. As the camera slowly pans in on his face as he glares passed the camera and the vignette ends before the lighting in the ringside area comes back on to show Rick and Matt inside the ring. Matt's eyes are bugged out and Rick stands there with an eerily calm look of determination on his face. The commentators are completely stunned silent as the show cuts out to a commercial.
Winners: Turn-It-Up Express
Result: Pinfall
Time: 13:08
~DING DING DING~
Heidi and Aurora Luna circle the ring, feeling each other out. Finally, the two engage in a collar and elbow lock-up and start jarring for dominance. After a few seconds, Aurora slips behind Heidi for a waistlock and goes for a German Suplex. Heidi manages to block and go into a cazadora rollup, almost immediately off the bat.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aurora Luna uses her power to kick out of the pin and roll up onto one knee as Heidi rolls back, grinning at her. Heidi makes a ‘this close’ motion with her hand and winks. Aurora slams her fists onto the mat and the two get back up to their feet. They lock up again and, this time, Aurora catches Heidi in a headlock. Heidi struggles to get out but Aurora just seems too strong. Aurora Luna gives a little snap and flips Heidi over into a headlock takedown, taking her to the mat. She holds the headlock, still as Heidi struggles to break free. Heidi manages to swing her legs up and reverse it into a headscissors. Aurora Luna powers out of it and pushes herself, athletically up to her feet. While Heidi’s still on the mat, Aurora lets out a wild shriek and gives a big stomp to Heidi’s chest, knocking her back. Angrily, Aurora begins laying vicious stomps to Heidi as she lays on the mat until the referee decides to make her back off. Heidi scrambles over to a corner and starts pulling herself up.
HANSON
“Things started off pretty technical, at first but it looks like Aurora Luna quickly got a little upset and now things are getting rough for Heidi!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, but I think Heidi can bounce back.”
REYNOLDS
“I hope so! I’m getting tired of all these damn crazies showing up here! Heidi needs to put this one away!”
But as the commentators were talking, Aurora Luna ran across the ring and came in with a brutal running knee to the ribs of Heidi. She grabbed her around the back of the head, delivering a barrage of knees into the midsection until the referee started counting, getting to 4 before Luna backed off. It was only for a second, however, as she looked at the referee with crazed eyes and went right back in at Heidi, this time, hitting her with an array of knife edge chops to the chest. Again the referee began to count and Aurora pulled Heidi out of the corner with a snapmare, following up with a tight chin lock. Heidi struggled against the chinlock but was unable to force herself out. She did manage to turn her body, making Aurora turn as well and Heidi got her foot on the ropes. The referee called for the break but before he could start the count, Heidi pushed off of the ropes and forced Aurora Luna onto her back and the ref switched right into a pin count.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Aurora Luna released Heidi from the chinlock and threw her off in order to break up the pin. Heidi rolled up to her feet first and charged in as Aurora Luna got to her feet, delivering a running dropkick to Aurora. Aurora dropped and scrambled right back up. Heidi met her with another dropkick, knocking her down again, beginning to go on a tear of offense. Aurora got up again and Heidi came off the ropes for a springboard forearm but as she turned and came down, Aurora caught her around the waist and countered right into a belly to belly suplex, SLAMMING Heidi to the mat and hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aurora picked Heidi up to her feet and started to feed her stiff forearms. Heidi didn’t take them lying down, however, as she started to give them right back, making sure to grab Luna by the head and hold her in place as she did. It became an equal exchange of strikes before Aurora Luna lunged in and hit Heidi with a stiff headbutt right to the side of the face. Heidi staggered and Luna grabbed her into a swinging leg DDT and rolled her up again.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aurora Luna sat up, screaming wildly before pulling Heidi up to her feet again. She fed her a few more strikes before lifting her up for a vertical suplex. Heidi managed to slip back down to her feet, behind Luna and shoved her forward. Aurora stumbled and turned but as she did, Heidi was already coming off the ropes and delivered an impressive slingblade to her opponent! Aurora hit the mat and Heidi immediately got to her feet, positioned herself beside her opponent and hit a breathtaking standing shooting star press that garnered a pop from the crowd. This was a signature of Heidi’s known as--
AUGUSTINO
“KILL STAR!!!! THERE IT IS, BITCHES!!!”
HANSON
“That level of athleticism is always impressive!”
Heidi went immediately into a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Heidi sat up, frustrated, wanting this win. She nodded though, in understanding. She just needed to do more. She pulled Aurora Luna up to her feet and whipped her into the ropes. Heidi went for a spinning heel kick but Luna ducked under the leg, came off the ropes again and hit her with a brutal spear!!
HANSON
“OHH!!! AND THERE’S THE SPEAR, I BELIEVE SHE CALLS “BOW DOWN!” IS THAT GONNA BE IT?!”
But Luna didn’t go for a cover. Instead, she shook her head and pulled Heidi up to her feet by her hair, shaking her head. She wasn’t done with this little girl, yet. Luna Irish whipped Heidi into the corner and ran right behind her for a big splash. As Heidi started to slump, Luna lifted her up onto the top turnbuckle and climbed up with her, setting her up for a superplex. Heidi wrapped her leg under the rope, however to block the lift and began fighting back with shots to the ribs of Luna. When Luna let her head go, Heidi began throwing shots to her head. Luna fed some back to her but Heidi started throwing stiff forearms right to the jaw, causing Aurora Luna to sway on the turnbuckle. Aurora Luna doubled over, after a moment and Heidi saw her opportunity, bringing them both off of the corner with an avalanche sunset flip powerbomb. Aurora Luna hit the mat, rolling up into a sitting position. Heidi was quickly up onto her feet and hit her with a Black Moon superkick!! Aurora Luna snapped back as Heidi fell back into the corner, with a shocked look on her face. She knew she couldn’t waste too much time, though, and rushed over to pull Heidi to her feet and set her up in position for a double underhook facebuster. She lifted Aurora Luna up and followed through, delivering her variation of the move she called---
AUGUSTINO
“BANISHMENT!!”
HANSON
“THERE IT IS!! WILL IT BE ENOUGH?!”
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“YES IT WILL!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Thatta girl!”
REYNOLDS
“Finally! Relative normalcy prevails!”
“Dear Enemy” filled the arena again as the referee raised Heidi’s arm. The young blonde bounced happily in excitement for her victory before rolling out of the ring to avoid an enraged Aurora Luna. As Heidi backed up the ramp, she pointed to Aurora Luna and Carlton Walsh as if to say ‘I got you!’ Carlton Walsh kept Aurora Luna from going after Heidi as the fans cheered for their winner and the shot faded away.
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*The scene shifts to the backstage interview area where we see Josh Davidson standing alone.*
“Hello fans. Please join me in welcoming at this time, Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic, the Turn-It...Up...,” Davidson pauses as he looks off-camera, “Express.”
*Walking into frame from the right side of the screen, Rick and Matt are seen dressed in matching outfits, indeed inspired heavily by an amazing historical tag team - The Rockers. Yes, Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic were sporting black pants with yellow trim tucked into zebra striped boots, white kneepads, a black shirt with yellow trim, yellow bicep tassles, and white gloves reaching halfway up each forearm*
*Josh takes a moment to look at their outfits as he and Matt exchange a warm handshake.*
“Wow,” Davidson says to himself, unaware that he was holding the mic up.
“So gentlemen, we’ve already seen what happened with Ultra-Violence this evening, and with officials still unaware as to who perpetrated that incident, you two can’t be looking too far ahead to them as tonight you have a match with a relatively new tag team in NFW, The Frighteners, who held a strong account for themselves in their debut match against the aforementioned Ultra-Violence. How will you two approach this match tonight against two opponents you’ve never seen or studied film on?” Davidson asks a he looks at Rick and Matt, still unsure how to react to the new ring gear.
“Well, Josh, my friend. Those two pugs showed us a lot in that match with Ultra-Violence. They showed the heart, grit, and determination and came up just short. Boys? I’m looking forward to seeing you two in the ring tonight with my buddy, Rick here. But professional respect and admiration stops when we face off in that ring tonight in front of these nice fans. Now, Ultra-Violence, I don’t know who you pissed off this week, but you definitely had it coming to you. But you two big boys are on the horizon. Frighteners? You two are in our line-of-sight tonight. Nothing personal, boys, but we’re just two dudes looking to climb up the tag team ladder here in NFW and hopefully get a shot at those tag titles. And to do that, we gotta get through you to do it,” Matt says with a determined look on his face as the camera pans over to Rick.
"It's just like Matt-guy said, bud...Frighteners? You guys are gonna go places, we can all see it, eh? But tonight you're goin' up against the Turn-It-Up Express! We're pumped up, we're ready to go, bud, and tonight we're gonna turn it up to eleven all over this arena, guy!"
“Yeah!” Matt exclaims as he and Rick give each other an emphatic high five as Josh looks at them both.
“Thank you gentlemen, but before we end this segment, I think I speak for a lot of fans out there when I say, “what is with the outfits?” I know the retro look is back in again, but isn’t this taking it a little too far?” Davidson asks Rick.
*Rick looks at Josh with a smile*
"Josh-guy, there's no such thing as too far, eh? I mean, you're looking at the best tag team in this promotion right here in the Turn-It-Up Express. We can't be the best without looking the best, bud...and now we do....so we can!"
*Matt nods in approval as he puts his arm around Davidson’s neck.*
“And remember Josh, always dress for the job you want, not for the job you have. Rick and I have aspirations for those tag team titles, and now we have the look of a champion team to match the heart, soul, and determination of one. Thanks Josh. Let’s go, buddy,” Matt says earnestly as he and Rick leave the interview area. The cameras slowly zoom in on Josh Davidson’s face as he watches them leave the area and nods to himself in agreement. As the camera fades to black, Rick and Matt's voices are heard trailing off.
"Matt-guy? I totally Marty Jannettyed the SHIT out of that promo..."
"Wait, Rick...does that make me Doc now?"
Cut back to ringside….
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[MATCH #3. TAG TEAM MATCH - The Frightners v. The Turn-It-Up Express]
"Spooky Scary Skeletons" comes on over the speakers, as the lights dim down again and flickering images of ghosts and skulls - more cartoonish than scary - sweep over the ring and arena floor. The crowd actually gets more into it as The Frighteners come running out onto the stage. They bob and sway to the music, throwing up their hands to 'BOO' at the crowd before beginning their approach to the ring.
ARDEN
"The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first!! At a combined weight of four hundred and two pounds!! They're Young! They're Spooky!! They - Are - Splatterday and Nightcrawler!! THE FRIGHTNEEEEEEEERS!!!!!"
The Frighteners each take one side of the walkway as they approach the ring, moving along the crowd in a creeping, sneaky manner. At random points, one of them throws up their hands and lunges at a fan, yelling 'BOO! HA HA!!' The reaction is mixed as some fans jerk back, more so laughing out of enjoyment over it. Others just stare back at them, unphased at all. Reaching the ring, Splatterday hops over the top rope, athletically. Nightcrawler launches himself in a slingshot, flipping and landing on one knee and foot, throwing his hands up in the 'Boo' pose again. Splatterday poses behind him with his hands in the same motion. They hold the pose for a moment before moving to their corner as their music fades.
A hand turns the dials on every setting starting with volume all the way past 10 into a handwritten 11 as we start to hear "Turn Up the Radio" by Autograph blasting throughout the arena. The crowd stands in anticipation as the song continues to play. When the song intro transitions at the 'Turn it up' we see the words "Turn-It-Up Express" on the screen as the song jumps to the chorus and out steps Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic in their new ring gear! The two give each other the old 'Bash Brothers' forearm tap and head to the ring as the crowd goes wild.
ARDEN
“Introducing their opponents!! Rick Dickulous...Matt Klazzic!! THE TURN-IT-UP EEEEEXXPRRREEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!”
REYNOLDS
“This whole thing with them is so fucking ridiculous!”
AUGUSTINO
“I love it, Jimbo! Stop being a sourpuss!”
HANSON
“Right?!”
REYNOLDS
“Stop calling me, Jimbo!”
Klazzic and Dickulous hit the ring and throw their arms up. Both men stand on the second turnbuckles before getting back to their corner as Matt shakes hands with first the ref and then the ring announcer.
~DING DING DING~
Rick and Splatterday are in the ring as the bell sounds and the match is underway. The two men circle the ring before tying up. Rick though, being the biggest man in the match, just grabs Splatterday and tosses him aside. Splatterday hits the mat, but is back up to his feet immediately ducks under the grasp of Rick and starts to deliver a series of kicks to the legs of Rick, trying to chop him down. Splatterday hits the ropes and as he comes off, delivers a dropkick to the knees of Rick, dropping him down to one knee. Splatterday once again hits the ropes and when he comes off, hits Rick with a knee strike right to the temple dropping him to the mat.
HANSON
“And there’s those vicious strikes from Splatterday! The power of The Frightners!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah and here comes the agility of The Frightners!”
Splatterday then goes over to his corner and tags in Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler springboards off the top rope and hits the downed Rick with a 450 splash and goes for a cover. Before the ref can even reach a count of one, Rick presses Nightcrawler off of him and sends him flying across the ring. Rick makes it back up to his feet and charges in at Nightcrawler, hitting him with a big boot before picking up the smaller man and just throwing him into his corner. Rick comes charging in and hits Nightcrawler with a massive splash before tagging in Matt.
HANSON
“Turn-It-Up Express are starting to take it right back to NFW’s newest tag team and here comes Matt Klazzic off the tag from Rick Dickulous!”
Matt comes in off the tag and grabs Nightcrawler and snapmares him out of the corner before hitting the ropes and delivering a sliding forearm smash to the man. Matt picks Nightcrawler up off the mat and as he does, sends him into the ropes. Nightcrawler comes off the ropes and Matt looks to hit a backdrop, but as he sends Nightcrawler over, the man lands on his feet and as Matt turns around, he leaps and hits the bigger opponent with a hurricanrana and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Nightcrawler makes it back up to his feet and climbs to the top rope. As he does, Matt is up to his feet just as quick and climbs up to meet his opponent on the top rope. Matt grabs Nightcrawler and looks to suplex him off the top rope, but Nightcrawler holds on and begins delivering a series of forearms to the side of Matt’s face before delivering a headbutt that drops the man down to the mat. Nightcrawler balances himself on the top rope and launches himself hitting Matt with a shooting star press and going for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Nightcrawler goes over to his corner and tags Splatterday back into the match and as he comes in, he picks up Matt and he and his partner send Matt into the corner. Nightcrawler charges in and hits a back handspring elbow before Splatterday follows in after and hits a big splash on Matt that drops him down sitting in the corner. Splatterday then tags Nightcrawler back in and the two back up to the opposite corner and Splatterday whips Nightcrawler towards Matt and he delivers a bronco buster to the man. Nightcrawler pulls Matt out of the corner and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Rick is out on the apron banging against the top turnbuckle, urging Matt to get to his corner and make the tag. Nightcrawler picks Matt up off the mat and tries to send him into the ropes, but Matt reverses it and Nightcrawler hits the ropes. Nightcrawler comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Matt and as Matt turns around, Nightcrawler looks for another hurricanrana, but this time Matt is able to block it and picks his opponent up and drives him into the turnbuckle with a bucklebomb. As he does this, Rick tags himself back into the match. Rick comes in off the tag and charges over to the other corner and just runs into Splatterday knocking him off the apron.
HANSON
“AND THERE GOES SPLATTERDAY RIGHT DOWN TO THE FLOOR!”
REYNOLDS
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“CHINGA!!!!”
Rick then turns his attention to Nightcrawler and sends him into the ropes. Nightcrawler comes off the ropes and as he does, Rick delivers a discus clothesline before picking him up and delivering a belly to belly suplex that sends Nightcrawler halfway across the ring. Rick then walks over to his corner where Matt tags back in before Rick grabs their opponent and hits Timber before Matt comes in and picks Nightcrawler up and hits a Northern Lights Bomb and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
“Turn Up The Radio” fills the arena again as Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic join together in celebration inside the ring.
ARDEN
“Here are your winners!!! Rick Dickulous...and...Matt Klazzic! THE TURN-IT-UUUUUUUUP EEEEEXXXXPRREEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!!”
HANSON
“And what a win that was for Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic!”
AUGUSTINO
“I’ll say this! These two just have this natural chemistry together, you can’t help but love ‘em!”
REYNOLDS
“Speak for yourself, Miranda. I can’t fucking stand--”
All of a sudden, however, Turn-It-Up Express' music cut off and the lights in the arena went completely out. For a couple of long moments, the audience and men in the ring were shrouded in complete, pitch blackness.
HANSON
"We apologize, folks. We're not sure exactly what's going on here. We might have some power issues, if you can even hear us. Jim? Miranda?"
REYNOLDS
"I hear ya."
AUGUSTINO
"Good on my end! Looks like we're still on the air, too. I don't know what's going on."
At that point, then, the video wall flickered on, revealing a darkened room with just enough light to be revealed two towering figures in the darkness. The lighting is just enough in the feed to tell us that it's none other than Ultra-Violence again. Water drips from Doomsday's hair which covers his face like a curtain. He's now wearing his entrance jacket with his hood up to conceal the top half of his face. He appears to have washed off since the incident at their locker room. Beside him, Belphegor stands silently as Doomsday speaks.
"Rick..." Doomsday says in a deep, low growl. "You leave me unable to find words.... Months ago...almost a year...you stuck your nose where it didn't belong. Into something that did not concern you. You stuck your nose...into the business of the Dominion. For what, boy? An attempt to play hero? To protect the unfortunate victims that were chosen as a means to an end. Or was it, perhaps, your attempt of making a name for yourself? I told you that you wouldn't...." Doomsday shook his head under the dim light. Belphegor shook his as well, slowly, as if to say 'you stupid motherfucker.' He knew how angry his tag partner was, by now.
Doomsday continued. "I grow tired of the games, Rick. The childish antics. Your attempt to prove that you are, somehow, the alpha male among alpha males in this company. This all could have ended during our first meeting when it took our own people to pull us apart. But you decided to keep on. You decided to keep on pushing. YOU...JUST COULDN'T...LET...IT...GO!” The lack of ambient noise from other electronic devices makes Doomsday's voice echo eerily throughout the arena.
All of a sudden, the camera cuts throughout the arena and people from all around the building are seen watching the video of Ultra-Violence. Also, not only does Doomsday's voice fill the ringside area, but his voice is coming through every speaker of the Saddledome. He and Belphegor have, somehow, taken over the entire arena's sound system. As Doomsday continues speaking, we see a few roster members watching. The Unwanted - Adrianna Salvatore, Mia Hayashi, Shelley Silver, and Angel Kusanagi watch in their locker room. Notably, Mia looks warily to her girlfriend as Adrianna's father speaks. The look on Adrianna's face says it all. This is bad.
"You wanted to provoke it, Rick." Doomsday's voice echoes throughout the arena, still. "You wanted to provoke the monster. The beast.... Me...."
The camera cuts then, to the Dominion of Pain's locker room. Judas Lasher, Buzzsaw, Darius Crowley and Ethan Skinner all stand watching the screen in there. They are stoically calm. Ethan and Darius look more curious than anything. What is Doomsday doing?
"Well...I say unto you, Rick...congratulations...." Says Doomsday. "You have won.... You will get what you wish for...."
Cutting again, The Kingdom in its entirety are seen, looking up at a screen by the concession area with backstage staff member behind them.
"The entirety of NFW will hear this, Rick." Doomsday's voice in the feed grows lower and colder. His mouth -- all that we can see from under his hair and hood, without his mask -- twists into an angry sneer. "They will know that what transpires from here on out...is all on you. Matt...Matthew. I know you're there with him, right now. To you, I say...may whatever god you believe in...have mercy on your existence. Because by association...you are involved in this, as well...."
Cut to The Resistance - Alex Brody, Erin Mercer, Chris Wolfe, Max LeBrun and The Rebel Forces - joined, as well, by Bronwyn Good who's there with Erin and Candi Broduer who's there with Max. They're in their locker room as well, watching intently, looking at one another. What the hell is Doomsday talking about?
"By associating with the man who keeps prodding the bear, you too must be dealt with. You will share in the reward for his most valiant efforts. A contract is being drawn up as we speak, Rick. For a match...." Doomsday says.
The camera cuts back to the inside of the arena, showing the Ultra-Violence on the video wall.
"...A match where everything will be settled...once and for all." Doomsday growls. "We will meet on August 13th...in Detroit, Michigan. You will bring Matt...and I will bring a young man...." He reaches up and clasps Belphegor's shoulder. "...that reminds me much of myself when I was his age. There...all of the bickering. The childish games. The endless clashes. They will all be put to an end. Or...else...." Doomsday leans into the camera, still concealing his unmasked face. "Hear me now...all of you.... Rick...you and Matt...you will sign this contract...you will accept this match.... Because if you don't...the rest will suffer. I would advise the men and women of New Frontier Wrestling to avoid stepping foot into any NFW venue until Rick makes the correct decision.... Because until he does...the longer he makes us wait...the longer he makes me wait...I will inflict pain and torment on whichever of you happens within my sight on a level that you thought unimaginable. I...promise...you....all. You can ask Judas about how well I keep my promises...." Doomsday leans away from the camera and enough into the light, we alllllmost get a glimpse of his face. The light reflects off of his eyes from under his hair and hood. "It is time, young Rick.... It is time for you to serve your sentence for your degeneracy.... And it shall be served...within Tartarus...."
At that moment, the scene goes black on the screen and the crowd's already starting to cheer. Just when everyone's expecting the lights to come back on, the video wall comes to life again with a grainy, black and white vignette of older NFW footage. The vignette shows a ring with barbwire replacing the ropes. The entire mat is covered by thumbtacks like a carpet. Surrounding the ring and floor area is a large steel cage structure. Chain link fencing weaved with more barbwire through the links. The vignette shows quick shots of some familiar faces. We see Doomsday, about fifteen years younger, kneeling down on the mat in the tacks. His hair hanging down over his mask. Even in the black and white, grainy filter, we can see the hideous cuts and gashes on his body. Wounds where his current scars are. Another quick cut shows him laying on his back in the middle of the ring of tacks, barely able to move...covered in what has to be blood. Quick shots then show those unfortunate to be in there with him. Those who remember Morgoth, recognize the father of Darius Crowley being dropped onto the barbwire ropes and falling outside of the ring, clutching his midsection as pain shows on his bloodied, painted face. Another shot shows him being violently whipped into the turnbuckle where a small C4 cartridge goes off and sends him down, face first into the tacks. Another quick cut shows another instance, where an 18 year old Julian Morrison is seen screaming in pain with blood running down his face, tacks sticking out of his body. His screaming face is overlayed with the haunting cries of what sound like tormented souls. The vignette ends with a shot of a bloodied Doomsday, standing outside of the menacing looking structure. He flings his hair back out of his face, covered in blood. He's seen without his mask but there's so much blood covering his face, it's impossible to tell what he looks like underneath, anyway.
Even more horrifying, is that this final clip is in full color. We see the open wounds. The copious amount of blood covering his body. He can barely stand on his own two feet in the video...but he's standing. Victorious. As the camera slowly pans in on his face as he glares passed the camera and the vignette ends before the lighting in the ringside area comes back on to show Rick and Matt inside the ring. Matt's eyes are bugged out and Rick stands there with an eerily calm look of determination on his face. The commentators are completely stunned silent as the show cuts out to a commercial.
Winners: Turn-It-Up Express
Result: Pinfall
Time: 13:08
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The camera abruptly cuts back to the announce table where Nick Hanson, Jim Reynolds and Miranda Augustino look absolutely perplexed and a little unnerved.
REYNOLDS
"What...the HELL...was that?!"
HANSON
"Ya got me, partner! Weird things happening all throughout tonight!"
AUGUSTINO
"That's for damn sure!"
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The camera opens up on the ring as we here “A Song of Ice and Fire” is playing throughout the arena and Fire and Ice are already standing out in the middle of the ring, proudly holding up their newly won Women’s Tag Team Championships. The camera zooms in on them and Fire has a microphone in hand and is holding it up to her mouth as the music cuts out.
“See, we did exactly what we said we were going to do. We walked into Invasion last week and we took what belongs to us and captured the Tag Team Championships!”
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the duo as they thrust their championships up in the air.
“From day fucking one, we told you that we were the best damn tag team on this roster and that we were taking over the division while the rest of The Kingdom takes over every other division here in NFW.”
At the mention of The Kingdom, the boos become more prevalent now as the two women look around at the crowd.
“Hate us all you want, but you can’t deny the results from last week and everything we’ve done before this. We promised to take over in our own way and we did just that. The Kingdom has two thirds of the titles here in the Women’s Division and it’s only a matter of time before we hold all of the gold.”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, love ‘em or hate ‘em, I’m proud of these girls!”
REYNOLDS
“I think they’re growing on me.”
HANSON
“Don’t even, Jim.”
REYNOLDS
“What?”
“Tonight though, we aren’t out here to brag about The Kingdom and how great we are. No, we’re here to lay out a challenge to the entire Women’s Tag Team Division. We challenge all of you to step up, get noticed, make us take notice of you. Show Ice and myself why you deserve to be the next team to challenge us for our titles. We don’t want just someone basic. We want a team that isn’t afraid to get dirty, show us how much you want these titles and then maybe, just maybe we’ll see you as worthy of having a shot at our Tag Team Titles.”
The crowd boos a little louder now as the arrogant tone in Fire’s voice cuts through and she looks straight up at the entrance ramp, almost begging for a team to step up to face them.
“And you know we ain’t hard to find. We’re here week in and week out. Make a statement, step up and show us you deserve it. Until then though, Behold The Kingdom!”
Fire drops the microphone as “A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play once again as the two women step out of the ring and head up the ramp and through the curtain.
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The camera is blurry for a moment and then focus’ on the smiling face of Elizavetta Von Dutch, The Lady of NFW. She is sitting by her hookah, and her client, Jag.hatai is punching a practice dummy in the background. Putting the hose down she places her hands across her lap. “Hella everyone out there in TV Land. We don't have a match this week, but we have what is likely the biggest match of our career. Darius Crowley, in a steel cage, with weapons, and our collective careers in the bargain.“
The camera pans back to D’habi who is punching the sidewalk repeatedly, and he stops and shows the knuckles are bloody to the camera. He gets up and walks over to his nunchucks and picks them up with a flourish. Ramming the end of them into the practice dummy repeatedly, while keeping it trapped with his left arm.
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[MATCH #4. Singles Match - Aurora Riley v. River Chance (NFW debut)]
The lights go out as the fans began cheering. A simple Piano riff begins, as the screen comes on flickering. An older Man’s voice begins speaking over the system, as a woman is raised on her knee. The man’s voice speaks a powerful message.
“I am the future…”
As the woman comes up and the lightning behind her on the screen continues to flicker. She has a microphone in her hand looking out at the crowd as the drums for “We are the Others” begins playing.
“And my future begins NOW!”
She slams her gloved fists together as she drops the microphone. Aurora smiles as she waves to the crowd skipping her way down, stopping at the bottom putting her arm in the air.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Residing in Vancouver, British Columbia! AURORAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRRIIIILEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!”
The lights go out again, and purple and yellow lasers shine into the ring. Aurora climbs under the bottom rope, sitting on the midpoint for all 4. She looks up at the referee smiling as she backs into her corner.
Bullet For My Valentine’s cover of “No Easy Way Out” fills the arena as the crowd begins to cheer and the welcome signs come out. The cheers soar even higher as the lyrics start and River Chance comes walking through the curtain, all business. Ready and focused. Cool as a cucumber. While she receives a huge welcome from the crowd, the young woman simply looks around at them without much of a reaction outside of an innocent, sweet little smile. Just a faint one visible on her lips as she checks her wrist tape and starts down towards the ring at a calm but brisk walk.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! Making her NFW debut! From Ann Arbor, Michigan! Please welcome...RRRRRRIIIVEEEEEERRRRR CHAAAAAAAAAANCE!!!!!”
HANSON
“Wonderful to see another young start making their debut here, with us. I love debut matches!”
REYNOLDS
“Look at the size of this girl!”
AUGUSTINO
“She looks fit and ready! She could probably give Adrianna Salvatore a run for her money!”
HANSON
“Oh, I’d like to see that one!”
REYNOLDS
“Maybe she can kick Scary Cherry’s ass for me!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, be nice to Cherry. She’s a sweetie.”
Remaining calm, and actually almost emotionless, River Chance reaches the ring and climbs the steps, entering the ring before coming to the center of the ring. Here, is where she shows more personality and smirks sweetly to the audience, flexing her muscular arms. Immediately after, she walks right over to Aurora Riley and gives her a handshake and a nod. She can be seen mouthing ‘good luck to you. May we have a good contest’ before walking back to her corner so the referee can check her pads and wrist tape.
~DING DING DING~
The crowd is hyped for the two fan favorites. They start out slowly testing each other with River getting the upper hand of the exchange due to her size and strength advantage. She puts Aurora in a standing side headlock for a moment before she transitioned behind Aurora. She goes for a german suplex but Aurora flips out of it and connects with a dropkick to River’s back.
HANSON
"OHH!!!! And there's Aurora Riley with a nice dropkick right to the spine of River Chance!"
REYNOLDS
"That was a beauty to watch! Think we can see it again?"
Aurora keeps up the quick paced assault, relying on her speed to counter River’s size and strength. She peppers River with a few more quick dropkicks before bouncing off the ropes and taking River down with an impressive head scissors. She pops up quickly and nails a standing moonsault into a pin.
One.
Kickout!!
AUGUSTINO
"Yikes!! Aurora's really taking it to River! Look at this!"
HANSON
"Yet to pick up a win in NFW but she certainly has heart!"
REYNOLDS
"Holy shit, guys look at the power of River Chance! She isn't kickout out, she's benching her opponent right off of her!"
River powers out of the early pin attempt pressing Aurora up and letting let fall flat on her face. This buys River some time to get back up and stalk Aurora as she also rises to her feet. River drops Aurora with a strong lariat right under her chin. She picks Aurora up and slams her down with a power slam. She locks in a rear chin lock deep. Aurora appears to start fading. The ref checks with her and she refuses to give up.
REYNOLDS
"Dude, you get a chick with arms like that choking you out? Kiss your ass goodnight!"
AUGUSTINO
"She likes to choke does she?"
REYNOLDS
"What?"
AUGUSTINO
"Hmm?"
HANSON
"Jeez. C'mon, both of you."
Aurora starts to fade as River increases the pressure. The ref checks again to see if Aurora gives up but doesn’t get a response. He lifts her arm up and it drops. He lifts it again and again it falls. He lifts her arm up a third time and lets it go. This time it stops halfway down!
HANSON
"OHHHHH AND AURORA RILEY SAYS NOT YET!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"I TOLD YOU! THIS GIRL REFUSES TO GIVE UP!! GET 'EM!!"
Aurora starts to fight back. She twists and adjusts to start throwing elbows into River’s ribs. She finally is able to break River’s hold and slowly works her way back up to her feet. She bounces off the ropes and catches River with a dropkick sending her into the corner. She backs up into the opposite corner before sprinting towards River and nailing her with a handspring elbow in the corner.
REYNOLDS
"YEOWCH!! THAT IMPACT!! YOU GUYS SEE THAT SHIT?!"
HANSON
"I think I might have felt it!"
River stumbles out of the corner. Aurora bounds off of the ropes again and charges at River. Aurora leaps up for a cross body but the larger River grabs her out of the air. She adjusts the smaller woman in her grip and spins around dropping her to the mat with the Pommel Strike with authority. The ref drops for the count.
HANSON
"Whoa!!! Wait a minute!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Where the hell did that come from?!"
REYNOLDS
"Cover!"
One.
Two.
Three!!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
"And River Chance is gonna win her NFW debut, very nicely!"
ARDEN
"Here is your winner!!!! RRRRRRIVEEEEERRRR....CHAAAAAAAAANCE!!!!"
Winner: River Chance
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:18
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“So” a familiar voice is speaking on the video as the red and green lights fly across the ceiling as Bella Morte “Fall No More” plays in the background. The phone turns around to see Ethan looking at the camera. “This is how this is gonna play out.” He sits down on a red picnic bench
“I am truthfully done with trying to be nice, I am done trying to show I care. I am done.”
Till the rains fall no more
Till the nights no longer find us here alone
Till the rains fall no more
Till the night no longer finds us here alone
Ethan continues after smiling at a goth lesbian couple who walked by, he obviously knows them. “I want to make the lot of you bleed like stuck pigs. I want to test people to see if they can stay in this business. I want to know what Eddy Poe’s intestines taste like. I want to know why they hired people whose head is so far up their ass they believe their own gimmick. Crowley, you’re not a demon, you're a delusional twat who needs his head saved in with a chair. I want to know why The Frighteners have such cool mask’s. Then again, what are they hiding, under there? I think I challenge them both just to find out. Speaking of newer members to the roster. Let’s talk about Jaxton Crowe. Dude I propelled you into the spotlight and you’ve done nothing with my gift, I should make you bleed, over and over again, just to make you pay for it. I am coming for the locker room, and if your name isn’t Lara, Nico, or are a member of the DoP, you will bleed. I will fall no more.”
The camera goes to static and cuts out.
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In a pre-recorded video, we see Shelley Silver in her home gym, in an outfit similar to her ring gear with her hair pulled back and out of her eyes. The sweat rolling down the sides of her face indicate that she has been working on this long bag for a while. She hits the bag a few times with her taped up fists before turning to the camera, panting softly. "I'm done," she snarled.
"But what am I done with, you ask?" she tilted her head. "I'm done with using Twitter as a tool to hide behind a keyboard, just because everyone else is. I am the fucking Silver Mountain Champion. I don't need to be jumping on social media to find potential victims for my next feast in the ring. If you want a piece of me, come see me backstage at a show. I'd even be better with someone coming to attack me while my back is turned in the ring while I'm celebrating yet another win because I'm just that damn good. To me that is more human and grown-up than spewing a bunch of words on Twitter. Because that's all it really is. Words. And quite frankly, I don't need words. Not typed ones, anyway."
She let out a single chortle, reaching out to steady the bag, "not that I expect my colleagues to understand this, but that's how it's going to go now. I will no longer acknowledge those asking for a match from their phone or computer. This is real life, bitches. I want you to get into my face and tell me why you deserve a match against the Silver Mountain Champion. Be it with words or violence, I want you to give me a solid reason as to why you want to face me. Simple as that."
She motioned for the camera to zoom in on her upper left arm where there was a line scar going over one of her tattoos, "you know, I used to only half-way embrace the violence because I was afraid of messing up my tattoos." She shrugged, moving her chest into her shot, showing another scar before moving down to her right shin. "Eventually, I gave in. I've never felt better and I haven't looked back." The camera zoomed back out to show her face. "That brings me to my next point. I'm not on the card tonight in Calgary, but I request to be on every card between now and the next Pay-Per-View event. Be it in singles competition or in tag team action alongside my beautiful partner, Angel Kusanagi. And for my next defense, I've already decided that it is going to be a BYOW match. Challenger to be determined. Who's it gonna be?"
She winked and waved at the camera, "until next time, Raindrops!" She blew a kiss at the camera as the video faded out.
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[MATCH #5. Singles Match - Wyld Stallion v. “Big Bad” Chris Wolfe © ]
Roger Arden stands in the center 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 Television Championship!!”
Parkway Drive's "The Void" suddenly explodes through the speakers of the arena as the lights turn red and white, indicating a member of The Great White North. The crowd erupts as the curtain flies open and Wyld Stallion comes walking through, powerfully and confidently in his red and white themed gear and mask. The young up and comer looks extremely confident as he makes his way out onto the stage and points to the crowd, throwing his hands up to make them get louder before starting down the ramp, pumping his fist at his side.
ARDEN
"Introducing first, the challenger! Representing the Great White North...from Canada!! WYYYYYYYLD.....STALLIIIIIIIIIOOOONNNN!!!!!"
Wyld Stallion makes it to the ring and hops up onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and soaking in more of the welcoming crowd's attention before he turns to watch the stage with an intense stare, awaiting his opponent.
The crowd goes into a pop as Fort Minor's "Remember The Name" fills the arena. Without any real time wasted, as soon as the lyrics start, the NFW Televison Champion, Chris Wolfe comes out on stage, pumped up as always. He cups his hands over his mouth and shouts to the crowd. The crowd echoes back and he starts briskly down towards the ring.
ARDEN
"His opponent!! From Brooklyn, New York!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds! He is the New Frontier Wrestling Television Champion...BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIS...WOOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!"
Chris Wolfe continues down towards the ring, entering quick and ready under the bottom rope and shouts to the crowd again before removing the TV Championship from around his waist and holding it up proudly for Wyld Stallion to see before handing it to the referee. The referee holds the title up again, officially, displaying it to the crowd and handing it to the timekeeper and calling for the bell. Wyld Stallion and Chris Wolfe exchange a quick handshake, initiated by Stallion but happily accepted by Chris Wolfe with an impressed smile.
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings and both men step forward and quickly get in a collar and elbow tie up. Being the slightly stronger of the men Wolfe starts to push Stallion back into his corner. Sliding out of the champ’s arm and away from the turnbuckle Wyld Stallion holds his left arm for a moment and rests on a knee. Wolfe, not wanting to let his momentum go to waste, attempts a standing dropkick to the man on one knee, but he rolls forward and out of the way.
HANSON
“Whoa watch out! Wolfe goes for a dropkick but Stallion makes it out of the way!”
REYNOLDS
“What’s he gonna do?!”
Wyld Stallion senses his opportunity and literally slides into giving the champ a side headlock on the mat. The referee checks just to make sure there isn’t a chokehold as Wolfe stands both men up and attempts to throw Stallion off into the ropes but Stallions wisely hangs on and slides down to a knee shaking his head and mouthing “No No No” as he grinds away with his headlock.
AUGUSTINO
“Look at this guy’s form, guys! He really knows his shit!!”
HANSON
“Trained by Scott Leroux and Kennedy Campbell! I’m sure he’s got plenty of knowledge up inside that head of his!”
Wolfe stands them back up again and attempts to toss Stallion into the ropes but he still hangs on Standing both men up a final time, Wolfe bounces off the ropes to add momentum to his throw and this time slips loose and kicks Stallion dead in the face with a dropkick.
HANSON
“DOWN GOES STALLION!! BRUTAL DROPKICK FROM CHRIS WOLFE!!”
REYNOLDS
“YIKES!!”
Grimacing from the headlock, Wolfe stands back up and shakes a few cobwebs out. Standing over the downed man, Wolfe picks him up and looks to be setting up for a Direwolfe, Stallion delivers a few punches to the midsection and a small kick as well to create space. Bouncing off the ropes the challenger lands a high cross body which gets rolled and rolled again into a pinning predicament Stallion on top,
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Wolfe kicks out before three and Stallion can’t believe it. Wolfe rolls out of the ring to clear his head and Stallion gets up watches him, and then raises his hand like he just turned on a light bulb, and launches himself into the far ropes and attempts a suicide dive through the ropes, which was well scouted by Wolfe who moves out of the way sending Stallon into the steel guard rail. Wolfe sees his opportunity and picks Stallon up off the arena floor and smaps the challenger with a snap suplex on the padded concrete for good measure before rolling him in the ring.
REYNOLDS
“OUCH!!! JEEZ-LOUISE!!!”
HANSON
“Now you know that doesn’t feel good!”
AUGUSTINO
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting slammed but not like that!”
HANSON
“You said it, Miranda--- Wait what?”
AUGUSTINO
“Hmm?”
Wolfe sets up for another Direwolfe in the centre of the ring, and lands it, moving quickly into a pin,
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
Stallion kicks out, and Chris Wolfe rolls over with his hands on his face in surprise, looking up at the referee complaining about the slow count, or at least what he thought was a slow count.
HANSON
“Chris Wolfe looks a little surprised there!”
AUGUSTINO
“I can’t believe Stallion kicked out of the Direwolfe!!”
REYNOLDS
“No kidding!”
Shaking his head then, Chris Wolfe got to his feet and went to pick Wyld Stallion up as he motioned to the crowd - ‘one more, baby! One more!’ - and lifted Wyld Stallion up across his shoulders again. As he got ready to follow through, however, Wyld Stallion realized how much trouble he was in, apparently and began to squirm and wriggle. Finally, he got down off of Chris Wolfe’s shoulders and landed behind the defending champion, shoving him into the ropes. Chris Wolfe came back off of the ropes, right into a vicious SUPERKICK by Wyld Stallion!
AUGUSTINO
“SUPERKIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!”
HANSON
“Hey, you do that pretty well!”
AUGUSTINO
“Gracias, Nick!”
REYNOLDS
“Chris Wolfe might be out on that one!”
But Stallion wasn’t done yet as he looked down at Chris Wolfe’s dazed form. He quickly ran to the ropes and looked around at the cheering crowd on that side. Nodding quickly, he springboarded off, coming through the air and right down into an amazing PHOENIX SPLASH right onto Chris Wolfe and hooked the leg, squeezing his eyes shut, hopeful for a victory as the referee dropped for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!”
The camera opens up on the ring as we here “A Song of Ice and Fire” is playing throughout the arena and Fire and Ice are already standing out in the middle of the ring, proudly holding up their newly won Women’s Tag Team Championships. The camera zooms in on them and Fire has a microphone in hand and is holding it up to her mouth as the music cuts out.
“See, we did exactly what we said we were going to do. We walked into Invasion last week and we took what belongs to us and captured the Tag Team Championships!”
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the duo as they thrust their championships up in the air.
“From day fucking one, we told you that we were the best damn tag team on this roster and that we were taking over the division while the rest of The Kingdom takes over every other division here in NFW.”
At the mention of The Kingdom, the boos become more prevalent now as the two women look around at the crowd.
“Hate us all you want, but you can’t deny the results from last week and everything we’ve done before this. We promised to take over in our own way and we did just that. The Kingdom has two thirds of the titles here in the Women’s Division and it’s only a matter of time before we hold all of the gold.”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, love ‘em or hate ‘em, I’m proud of these girls!”
REYNOLDS
“I think they’re growing on me.”
HANSON
“Don’t even, Jim.”
REYNOLDS
“What?”
“Tonight though, we aren’t out here to brag about The Kingdom and how great we are. No, we’re here to lay out a challenge to the entire Women’s Tag Team Division. We challenge all of you to step up, get noticed, make us take notice of you. Show Ice and myself why you deserve to be the next team to challenge us for our titles. We don’t want just someone basic. We want a team that isn’t afraid to get dirty, show us how much you want these titles and then maybe, just maybe we’ll see you as worthy of having a shot at our Tag Team Titles.”
The crowd boos a little louder now as the arrogant tone in Fire’s voice cuts through and she looks straight up at the entrance ramp, almost begging for a team to step up to face them.
“And you know we ain’t hard to find. We’re here week in and week out. Make a statement, step up and show us you deserve it. Until then though, Behold The Kingdom!”
Fire drops the microphone as “A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play once again as the two women step out of the ring and head up the ramp and through the curtain.
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The camera is blurry for a moment and then focus’ on the smiling face of Elizavetta Von Dutch, The Lady of NFW. She is sitting by her hookah, and her client, Jag.hatai is punching a practice dummy in the background. Putting the hose down she places her hands across her lap. “Hella everyone out there in TV Land. We don't have a match this week, but we have what is likely the biggest match of our career. Darius Crowley, in a steel cage, with weapons, and our collective careers in the bargain.“
The camera pans back to D’habi who is punching the sidewalk repeatedly, and he stops and shows the knuckles are bloody to the camera. He gets up and walks over to his nunchucks and picks them up with a flourish. Ramming the end of them into the practice dummy repeatedly, while keeping it trapped with his left arm.
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[MATCH #4. Singles Match - Aurora Riley v. River Chance (NFW debut)]
The lights go out as the fans began cheering. A simple Piano riff begins, as the screen comes on flickering. An older Man’s voice begins speaking over the system, as a woman is raised on her knee. The man’s voice speaks a powerful message.
“I am the future…”
As the woman comes up and the lightning behind her on the screen continues to flicker. She has a microphone in her hand looking out at the crowd as the drums for “We are the Others” begins playing.
“And my future begins NOW!”
She slams her gloved fists together as she drops the microphone. Aurora smiles as she waves to the crowd skipping her way down, stopping at the bottom putting her arm in the air.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Residing in Vancouver, British Columbia! AURORAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRRIIIILEEEEEEEEY!!!!!!”
The lights go out again, and purple and yellow lasers shine into the ring. Aurora climbs under the bottom rope, sitting on the midpoint for all 4. She looks up at the referee smiling as she backs into her corner.
Bullet For My Valentine’s cover of “No Easy Way Out” fills the arena as the crowd begins to cheer and the welcome signs come out. The cheers soar even higher as the lyrics start and River Chance comes walking through the curtain, all business. Ready and focused. Cool as a cucumber. While she receives a huge welcome from the crowd, the young woman simply looks around at them without much of a reaction outside of an innocent, sweet little smile. Just a faint one visible on her lips as she checks her wrist tape and starts down towards the ring at a calm but brisk walk.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! Making her NFW debut! From Ann Arbor, Michigan! Please welcome...RRRRRRIIIVEEEEEERRRRR CHAAAAAAAAAANCE!!!!!”
HANSON
“Wonderful to see another young start making their debut here, with us. I love debut matches!”
REYNOLDS
“Look at the size of this girl!”
AUGUSTINO
“She looks fit and ready! She could probably give Adrianna Salvatore a run for her money!”
HANSON
“Oh, I’d like to see that one!”
REYNOLDS
“Maybe she can kick Scary Cherry’s ass for me!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, be nice to Cherry. She’s a sweetie.”
Remaining calm, and actually almost emotionless, River Chance reaches the ring and climbs the steps, entering the ring before coming to the center of the ring. Here, is where she shows more personality and smirks sweetly to the audience, flexing her muscular arms. Immediately after, she walks right over to Aurora Riley and gives her a handshake and a nod. She can be seen mouthing ‘good luck to you. May we have a good contest’ before walking back to her corner so the referee can check her pads and wrist tape.
~DING DING DING~
The crowd is hyped for the two fan favorites. They start out slowly testing each other with River getting the upper hand of the exchange due to her size and strength advantage. She puts Aurora in a standing side headlock for a moment before she transitioned behind Aurora. She goes for a german suplex but Aurora flips out of it and connects with a dropkick to River’s back.
HANSON
"OHH!!!! And there's Aurora Riley with a nice dropkick right to the spine of River Chance!"
REYNOLDS
"That was a beauty to watch! Think we can see it again?"
Aurora keeps up the quick paced assault, relying on her speed to counter River’s size and strength. She peppers River with a few more quick dropkicks before bouncing off the ropes and taking River down with an impressive head scissors. She pops up quickly and nails a standing moonsault into a pin.
One.
Kickout!!
AUGUSTINO
"Yikes!! Aurora's really taking it to River! Look at this!"
HANSON
"Yet to pick up a win in NFW but she certainly has heart!"
REYNOLDS
"Holy shit, guys look at the power of River Chance! She isn't kickout out, she's benching her opponent right off of her!"
River powers out of the early pin attempt pressing Aurora up and letting let fall flat on her face. This buys River some time to get back up and stalk Aurora as she also rises to her feet. River drops Aurora with a strong lariat right under her chin. She picks Aurora up and slams her down with a power slam. She locks in a rear chin lock deep. Aurora appears to start fading. The ref checks with her and she refuses to give up.
REYNOLDS
"Dude, you get a chick with arms like that choking you out? Kiss your ass goodnight!"
AUGUSTINO
"She likes to choke does she?"
REYNOLDS
"What?"
AUGUSTINO
"Hmm?"
HANSON
"Jeez. C'mon, both of you."
Aurora starts to fade as River increases the pressure. The ref checks again to see if Aurora gives up but doesn’t get a response. He lifts her arm up and it drops. He lifts it again and again it falls. He lifts her arm up a third time and lets it go. This time it stops halfway down!
HANSON
"OHHHHH AND AURORA RILEY SAYS NOT YET!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"I TOLD YOU! THIS GIRL REFUSES TO GIVE UP!! GET 'EM!!"
Aurora starts to fight back. She twists and adjusts to start throwing elbows into River’s ribs. She finally is able to break River’s hold and slowly works her way back up to her feet. She bounces off the ropes and catches River with a dropkick sending her into the corner. She backs up into the opposite corner before sprinting towards River and nailing her with a handspring elbow in the corner.
REYNOLDS
"YEOWCH!! THAT IMPACT!! YOU GUYS SEE THAT SHIT?!"
HANSON
"I think I might have felt it!"
River stumbles out of the corner. Aurora bounds off of the ropes again and charges at River. Aurora leaps up for a cross body but the larger River grabs her out of the air. She adjusts the smaller woman in her grip and spins around dropping her to the mat with the Pommel Strike with authority. The ref drops for the count.
HANSON
"Whoa!!! Wait a minute!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Where the hell did that come from?!"
REYNOLDS
"Cover!"
One.
Two.
Three!!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
"And River Chance is gonna win her NFW debut, very nicely!"
ARDEN
"Here is your winner!!!! RRRRRRIVEEEEERRRR....CHAAAAAAAAANCE!!!!"
Winner: River Chance
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:18
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“So” a familiar voice is speaking on the video as the red and green lights fly across the ceiling as Bella Morte “Fall No More” plays in the background. The phone turns around to see Ethan looking at the camera. “This is how this is gonna play out.” He sits down on a red picnic bench
“I am truthfully done with trying to be nice, I am done trying to show I care. I am done.”
Till the rains fall no more
Till the nights no longer find us here alone
Till the rains fall no more
Till the night no longer finds us here alone
Ethan continues after smiling at a goth lesbian couple who walked by, he obviously knows them. “I want to make the lot of you bleed like stuck pigs. I want to test people to see if they can stay in this business. I want to know what Eddy Poe’s intestines taste like. I want to know why they hired people whose head is so far up their ass they believe their own gimmick. Crowley, you’re not a demon, you're a delusional twat who needs his head saved in with a chair. I want to know why The Frighteners have such cool mask’s. Then again, what are they hiding, under there? I think I challenge them both just to find out. Speaking of newer members to the roster. Let’s talk about Jaxton Crowe. Dude I propelled you into the spotlight and you’ve done nothing with my gift, I should make you bleed, over and over again, just to make you pay for it. I am coming for the locker room, and if your name isn’t Lara, Nico, or are a member of the DoP, you will bleed. I will fall no more.”
The camera goes to static and cuts out.
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In a pre-recorded video, we see Shelley Silver in her home gym, in an outfit similar to her ring gear with her hair pulled back and out of her eyes. The sweat rolling down the sides of her face indicate that she has been working on this long bag for a while. She hits the bag a few times with her taped up fists before turning to the camera, panting softly. "I'm done," she snarled.
"But what am I done with, you ask?" she tilted her head. "I'm done with using Twitter as a tool to hide behind a keyboard, just because everyone else is. I am the fucking Silver Mountain Champion. I don't need to be jumping on social media to find potential victims for my next feast in the ring. If you want a piece of me, come see me backstage at a show. I'd even be better with someone coming to attack me while my back is turned in the ring while I'm celebrating yet another win because I'm just that damn good. To me that is more human and grown-up than spewing a bunch of words on Twitter. Because that's all it really is. Words. And quite frankly, I don't need words. Not typed ones, anyway."
She let out a single chortle, reaching out to steady the bag, "not that I expect my colleagues to understand this, but that's how it's going to go now. I will no longer acknowledge those asking for a match from their phone or computer. This is real life, bitches. I want you to get into my face and tell me why you deserve a match against the Silver Mountain Champion. Be it with words or violence, I want you to give me a solid reason as to why you want to face me. Simple as that."
She motioned for the camera to zoom in on her upper left arm where there was a line scar going over one of her tattoos, "you know, I used to only half-way embrace the violence because I was afraid of messing up my tattoos." She shrugged, moving her chest into her shot, showing another scar before moving down to her right shin. "Eventually, I gave in. I've never felt better and I haven't looked back." The camera zoomed back out to show her face. "That brings me to my next point. I'm not on the card tonight in Calgary, but I request to be on every card between now and the next Pay-Per-View event. Be it in singles competition or in tag team action alongside my beautiful partner, Angel Kusanagi. And for my next defense, I've already decided that it is going to be a BYOW match. Challenger to be determined. Who's it gonna be?"
She winked and waved at the camera, "until next time, Raindrops!" She blew a kiss at the camera as the video faded out.
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[MATCH #5. Singles Match - Wyld Stallion v. “Big Bad” Chris Wolfe © ]
Roger Arden stands in the center 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 Television Championship!!”
Parkway Drive's "The Void" suddenly explodes through the speakers of the arena as the lights turn red and white, indicating a member of The Great White North. The crowd erupts as the curtain flies open and Wyld Stallion comes walking through, powerfully and confidently in his red and white themed gear and mask. The young up and comer looks extremely confident as he makes his way out onto the stage and points to the crowd, throwing his hands up to make them get louder before starting down the ramp, pumping his fist at his side.
ARDEN
"Introducing first, the challenger! Representing the Great White North...from Canada!! WYYYYYYYLD.....STALLIIIIIIIIIOOOONNNN!!!!!"
Wyld Stallion makes it to the ring and hops up onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and soaking in more of the welcoming crowd's attention before he turns to watch the stage with an intense stare, awaiting his opponent.
The crowd goes into a pop as Fort Minor's "Remember The Name" fills the arena. Without any real time wasted, as soon as the lyrics start, the NFW Televison Champion, Chris Wolfe comes out on stage, pumped up as always. He cups his hands over his mouth and shouts to the crowd. The crowd echoes back and he starts briskly down towards the ring.
ARDEN
"His opponent!! From Brooklyn, New York!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty two pounds! He is the New Frontier Wrestling Television Champion...BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIS...WOOOOOOOOOOLFE!!!!!"
Chris Wolfe continues down towards the ring, entering quick and ready under the bottom rope and shouts to the crowd again before removing the TV Championship from around his waist and holding it up proudly for Wyld Stallion to see before handing it to the referee. The referee holds the title up again, officially, displaying it to the crowd and handing it to the timekeeper and calling for the bell. Wyld Stallion and Chris Wolfe exchange a quick handshake, initiated by Stallion but happily accepted by Chris Wolfe with an impressed smile.
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings and both men step forward and quickly get in a collar and elbow tie up. Being the slightly stronger of the men Wolfe starts to push Stallion back into his corner. Sliding out of the champ’s arm and away from the turnbuckle Wyld Stallion holds his left arm for a moment and rests on a knee. Wolfe, not wanting to let his momentum go to waste, attempts a standing dropkick to the man on one knee, but he rolls forward and out of the way.
HANSON
“Whoa watch out! Wolfe goes for a dropkick but Stallion makes it out of the way!”
REYNOLDS
“What’s he gonna do?!”
Wyld Stallion senses his opportunity and literally slides into giving the champ a side headlock on the mat. The referee checks just to make sure there isn’t a chokehold as Wolfe stands both men up and attempts to throw Stallion off into the ropes but Stallions wisely hangs on and slides down to a knee shaking his head and mouthing “No No No” as he grinds away with his headlock.
AUGUSTINO
“Look at this guy’s form, guys! He really knows his shit!!”
HANSON
“Trained by Scott Leroux and Kennedy Campbell! I’m sure he’s got plenty of knowledge up inside that head of his!”
Wolfe stands them back up again and attempts to toss Stallion into the ropes but he still hangs on Standing both men up a final time, Wolfe bounces off the ropes to add momentum to his throw and this time slips loose and kicks Stallion dead in the face with a dropkick.
HANSON
“DOWN GOES STALLION!! BRUTAL DROPKICK FROM CHRIS WOLFE!!”
REYNOLDS
“YIKES!!”
Grimacing from the headlock, Wolfe stands back up and shakes a few cobwebs out. Standing over the downed man, Wolfe picks him up and looks to be setting up for a Direwolfe, Stallion delivers a few punches to the midsection and a small kick as well to create space. Bouncing off the ropes the challenger lands a high cross body which gets rolled and rolled again into a pinning predicament Stallion on top,
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Wolfe kicks out before three and Stallion can’t believe it. Wolfe rolls out of the ring to clear his head and Stallion gets up watches him, and then raises his hand like he just turned on a light bulb, and launches himself into the far ropes and attempts a suicide dive through the ropes, which was well scouted by Wolfe who moves out of the way sending Stallon into the steel guard rail. Wolfe sees his opportunity and picks Stallon up off the arena floor and smaps the challenger with a snap suplex on the padded concrete for good measure before rolling him in the ring.
REYNOLDS
“OUCH!!! JEEZ-LOUISE!!!”
HANSON
“Now you know that doesn’t feel good!”
AUGUSTINO
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting slammed but not like that!”
HANSON
“You said it, Miranda--- Wait what?”
AUGUSTINO
“Hmm?”
Wolfe sets up for another Direwolfe in the centre of the ring, and lands it, moving quickly into a pin,
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
Stallion kicks out, and Chris Wolfe rolls over with his hands on his face in surprise, looking up at the referee complaining about the slow count, or at least what he thought was a slow count.
HANSON
“Chris Wolfe looks a little surprised there!”
AUGUSTINO
“I can’t believe Stallion kicked out of the Direwolfe!!”
REYNOLDS
“No kidding!”
Shaking his head then, Chris Wolfe got to his feet and went to pick Wyld Stallion up as he motioned to the crowd - ‘one more, baby! One more!’ - and lifted Wyld Stallion up across his shoulders again. As he got ready to follow through, however, Wyld Stallion realized how much trouble he was in, apparently and began to squirm and wriggle. Finally, he got down off of Chris Wolfe’s shoulders and landed behind the defending champion, shoving him into the ropes. Chris Wolfe came back off of the ropes, right into a vicious SUPERKICK by Wyld Stallion!
AUGUSTINO
“SUPERKIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!”
HANSON
“Hey, you do that pretty well!”
AUGUSTINO
“Gracias, Nick!”
REYNOLDS
“Chris Wolfe might be out on that one!”
But Stallion wasn’t done yet as he looked down at Chris Wolfe’s dazed form. He quickly ran to the ropes and looked around at the cheering crowd on that side. Nodding quickly, he springboarded off, coming through the air and right down into an amazing PHOENIX SPLASH right onto Chris Wolfe and hooked the leg, squeezing his eyes shut, hopeful for a victory as the referee dropped for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner! Aaaaaaand NEW...NFW Television Champion!!! WYYYYYYYYLDDD...STAAAAAALLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIONNNN!!!!”
I Prevail’s “The Void” ripped through the arena as Wyld Stallion jumped to his feet, exhausted but renegerized in his victory as the referee retrieved the Television Championship for him. As he came to bring it back over, Chris Wolfe had gotten to his feet and stepped in to intervene. Hesitantly, the referee let Wolfe take the belt from him as the man turned to Wyld Stallion who stood there watching him. Stallion tensed up, watching Wolfe before the former champion made a motion for him to turn around and put his back to him. Wyld Stallion did...slowly...turning away from Chris Wolfe. The crowd cheered loudly, then, as Chris Wolfe stepped in and wrapped the belt around Wyld Stallion’s waist. The twenty year old rookie closed his eyes, unable to help but get a little emotional at the gesture of respect from a more experienced star. Once the belt was clasped around his waist, he turned around and Chris Wolfe pulled the kid in for a hug before raising his arm up, himself, calling for the crowd to give it up for their new TV Champion!
HANSON
“How about that, huh?”
AUGUSTINO
“The biggest sign of respect, right there!”
Winner: Wyld Stallion (New Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 23:52
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“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. She is wearing her ring gear and a Kingdom shirt. Around her waist is the NFW Women’s Title. Over her shoulder is the now-defunct CW Immortal Icon title. 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?”
She makes it to ringside and climbs the steps before stepping through the ropes. She walks over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She holds her free arm out as the crowd continues to rain down hate on her. She just smirks before dropping back to the mat and receiving a mic from one of the ring crew. She stands in the middle of the ring and waits for a moment.
“Go on, I can wait.” She chuckles as the crowd impressively gets louder. She scoffs and shakes her head. She waits for a moment, adjusting the title on her shoulder. “You know, I could start off with an I told you so. Because I do those OH so well. But, I feel like it would be a little much maybe. That it might be played out.”
Sativa pauses again and smirks. “I told you so.” She busts out into a laugh as the crowd boos more. “Look, I’m like Thanos. I am inevitable. I came in and set my sights for the top and I took what I wanted. I signed and said I was gonna come at Lara Blackheart and take MY NFW Women’s title. What happened?” Pause for effect. “I fought against all the odds, all the others sticking their noses in my business, and I walked out of Invasion last week as the new, NFW Women’s Champion!”
Sativa holds her arms out as the crowd shows their hatred towards her. “Now, I know you are all probably wondering why I have the defunct CW Immortal Icon title out here. Am I being some kind of hypocrite and acting like Zafar Khan?” The crowd pops with hatred at the mention of the annoying turd. “No, I’m not out on social media, or even here, spouting off how I’m some great wrestler because of a dead title. I’m great because I’m the Women’s Champion. I brought this title out here because I’ve been asked about what happened with CW. Why did it close out of nowhere? Why did it’s last event cut off before the final two matches?”
Sativa looks around questioningly. “Well, it’s well known that I was in the start of a legal battle with the higher-ups of CW. Well, let’s just say, they couldn’t hang. To quote Vin Diesel from Pitch Black, They didn’t know who they were fucking with.” Sativa smirks again as the crowd boos. She motions for the ring crew to bring her something before continuing.
“You see, I could have gone to Mr.Brody and Mrs. Hayes and had my Immortal Icon title instated here in NFW under the same rules that it had in CW. I could have added another title to the NFW brand and been the first champion. But I decided against that. In fact, I think this is what this title deserves.” The ring crew had brought a trash can to ringside. Sativa walks over to the ropes near the trash can and drops the CW Immortal Icon title into it.
“That is what that title deserves now. It’s meaningless besides the history I have with it. Besides, why would I want to add another title to a company where anyone who isn’t a Champion doesn’t have the balls to step up and take what they want. People are complaining that myself and the Kingdom have turned things on their head. That we are doing something no one else has done.”
“Well, THAT’S THE FUCKING POINT!” Sativa shakes her head. “We are the standard now. We came into NFW and caused a Paradigm shift. Those who are complaining about us are the ones destined to be left behind. They can’t adapt. They can’t keep up. So they will be forgotten. They will fade out and only be remembered in the history books. Since I have been champion no one has even so much as stepped to me.”
Sativa shakes her head with disgust. “You would think, since so many people dislike me and the Kingdom, that every woman on the roster would be tripping over themselves to get at me. Yet what do I get? Crickets. Every single one of them is afraid. They are cowering in the back too fucking scared. So let them be. I will be here, carrying their worthless asses to greatness. Just like I said I would. One way or another, I will bring the NFW Women’s division, and the NFW in general, to a greater place. To heights that it was too scared to do on its own. You can all thank me later. For now, I offer anyone back there with a spine to step up. I’m here and not going anywhere. You want to take me down? You can fucking try!”
Sativa drops the mic as her music kicks up again. She unhooks the title from around her waist, climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises it up. The crowd attempt to drown out her music with their hatred for her.
As Sativa Nevaeh leaves ringside, heading up the ramp, the camera cuts over to the announce table, showing the three commentators, all with an intrigued look on their faces mixed with one that said 'well that was interesting!'
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. She is wearing her ring gear and a Kingdom shirt. Around her waist is the NFW Women’s Title. Over her shoulder is the now-defunct CW Immortal Icon title. 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?”
She makes it to ringside and climbs the steps before stepping through the ropes. She walks over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She holds her free arm out as the crowd continues to rain down hate on her. She just smirks before dropping back to the mat and receiving a mic from one of the ring crew. She stands in the middle of the ring and waits for a moment.
“Go on, I can wait.” She chuckles as the crowd impressively gets louder. She scoffs and shakes her head. She waits for a moment, adjusting the title on her shoulder. “You know, I could start off with an I told you so. Because I do those OH so well. But, I feel like it would be a little much maybe. That it might be played out.”
Sativa pauses again and smirks. “I told you so.” She busts out into a laugh as the crowd boos more. “Look, I’m like Thanos. I am inevitable. I came in and set my sights for the top and I took what I wanted. I signed and said I was gonna come at Lara Blackheart and take MY NFW Women’s title. What happened?” Pause for effect. “I fought against all the odds, all the others sticking their noses in my business, and I walked out of Invasion last week as the new, NFW Women’s Champion!”
Sativa holds her arms out as the crowd shows their hatred towards her. “Now, I know you are all probably wondering why I have the defunct CW Immortal Icon title out here. Am I being some kind of hypocrite and acting like Zafar Khan?” The crowd pops with hatred at the mention of the annoying turd. “No, I’m not out on social media, or even here, spouting off how I’m some great wrestler because of a dead title. I’m great because I’m the Women’s Champion. I brought this title out here because I’ve been asked about what happened with CW. Why did it close out of nowhere? Why did it’s last event cut off before the final two matches?”
Sativa looks around questioningly. “Well, it’s well known that I was in the start of a legal battle with the higher-ups of CW. Well, let’s just say, they couldn’t hang. To quote Vin Diesel from Pitch Black, They didn’t know who they were fucking with.” Sativa smirks again as the crowd boos. She motions for the ring crew to bring her something before continuing.
“You see, I could have gone to Mr.Brody and Mrs. Hayes and had my Immortal Icon title instated here in NFW under the same rules that it had in CW. I could have added another title to the NFW brand and been the first champion. But I decided against that. In fact, I think this is what this title deserves.” The ring crew had brought a trash can to ringside. Sativa walks over to the ropes near the trash can and drops the CW Immortal Icon title into it.
“That is what that title deserves now. It’s meaningless besides the history I have with it. Besides, why would I want to add another title to a company where anyone who isn’t a Champion doesn’t have the balls to step up and take what they want. People are complaining that myself and the Kingdom have turned things on their head. That we are doing something no one else has done.”
“Well, THAT’S THE FUCKING POINT!” Sativa shakes her head. “We are the standard now. We came into NFW and caused a Paradigm shift. Those who are complaining about us are the ones destined to be left behind. They can’t adapt. They can’t keep up. So they will be forgotten. They will fade out and only be remembered in the history books. Since I have been champion no one has even so much as stepped to me.”
Sativa shakes her head with disgust. “You would think, since so many people dislike me and the Kingdom, that every woman on the roster would be tripping over themselves to get at me. Yet what do I get? Crickets. Every single one of them is afraid. They are cowering in the back too fucking scared. So let them be. I will be here, carrying their worthless asses to greatness. Just like I said I would. One way or another, I will bring the NFW Women’s division, and the NFW in general, to a greater place. To heights that it was too scared to do on its own. You can all thank me later. For now, I offer anyone back there with a spine to step up. I’m here and not going anywhere. You want to take me down? You can fucking try!”
Sativa drops the mic as her music kicks up again. She unhooks the title from around her waist, climbs one of the turnbuckles, and raises it up. The crowd attempt to drown out her music with their hatred for her.
As Sativa Nevaeh leaves ringside, heading up the ramp, the camera cuts over to the announce table, showing the three commentators, all with an intrigued look on their faces mixed with one that said 'well that was interesting!'
AUGUSTINO
"I fucking love our Women's Champion...."
Miranda Augustino says, finally clapping her hands in a round of applause
REYNOLDS
"She's definitely got some fire to her!"
HANSON
“Well, folks! We hope you’ve been enjoying the action, so far. Still got a few matches to go, so don’t go anywhere. However, right now, I’d like to take you to an interview I did yesterday with a gentleman I’m sure you’re all very familiar with.”
REYNOLDS
“How come you get to do all the interviews, Nicky?”
HANSON
“...Because it’s part of my specific contract. It’s not really a luxury. It’s my job. Not that I don’t enjoy it. I love it.”
AUGUSTINO
“You saying you wanted to do this interview?”
REYNOLDS
“It woulda been neat!”
AUGUSTINO
“I can see it now. A couple of loaded questions, you ask Max what Candi’s bra size is and he kicks you in the face faster than you can say ‘vete a la mierda, Yankee pantalones azules.’”
REYNOLDS
“....I couldn’t even say that at all!! What?!”
AUGUSTINO
“You’ve never seen Clerks?”
REYNOLDS
“Well yeah but---”
HANSON
“Alright, you two. So I sat down with Max LeBrun for an interview to talk about where he’s been and get a little input from him on his upcoming match with Judas Lasher for the NFW World Championship. As always, Mr. LeBrun had some interesting things to say. Check it out.”
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Pre-Recorded: The camera cuts to a low lit, comfortable looking interview room. In front of the camera sits NFW commentator and interviewer, Nick Hanson. His suit is different from the one he's been seen wearing during the live show tonight, so we know this is a pre-recorded interview. Adjacent to him in another chair, sits Max LeBrun in casual jeans and a grey t-shirt. He's completely relaxed and wearing his usual smirk on his face. Interviews with him are always...interesting, and he knows it.
"Hello, folks!" Nick Hanson greets the camera and viewers with an enthusiastic smile. "We thank you for joining us. I'm Nick Hanson and this is another exclusive, NFW interview. Today I'm joined by a man who really needs no introduction. A fourteen year veteran of the business and still well within his prime at just thirty years old. Former tag team champion, early in his career and more recently, former NFW Heavyweight Champion. He's now the Number One Contender to the NFW World Championship. Ladies and gentlemen, "The Toronto Daredevil" Max LeBrun. Max! How are you?"
"I'm good, man. How are you?" Max says, leaning forward to shake Nick's hand before relaxing in his chair.
"So, a lot of people are excited. They're saying you're back! Tell us about that."
Max laughs, talking with his chin resting in his hand. "Well, I wouldn't say back, really. I mean, I never left, technically."
"But you've kinda been out of the limelight, lately. Off the front line, so to speak." Nick elaborates to which Max nods in agreement.
"I've been doing more backstage work with The Resistance, lately. Yeah. We've been kinda helping the The Rebels sharpen things up. Teddy and Chase."
"So you've been taking on more of a coaching role." Nick nods, understanding.
Max makes a face that says he's in between agreeing and disagreeing. "Ehh...kinda. I mean they're great guys and great workers. They're not rookies, by far. They know how to handle their business. The rest of us are kinda just helping them find their direction, but they're getting there. They're gonna be set loose here, pretty soon and the tag team division better watch out."
Nick smiles, nodding as he gestures towards Max. "Well, the last time we saw them was at Gang Warfare. Now, even though their team lost, the world witnessed what can probably be called a defining performance in Teddy Morse."
Max's eyebrows raise and he nods. "Nick? I'll tell you right now. That guy is something else. Yeah, he's goofy. Yeah, he's funny. He likes to crack jokes and make people laugh. People think he's one of America's deep South, dumb country boys. But he's got a heart for this business, he's dedicated, and he's tough as nails. He caught Buzzsaw in a rollup, Nick. Who does that? Who?"
Nick Hanson just smirks and slowly starts to shrug his shoulders.
"Exactly." Max says, grinning back and gesturing with a finger. "Nobody. And then he lasted ten minutes just getting put through the ringer by Judas Lasher and Darius Crowley. Did Teddy get his ass kicked? Yes. I'm not gonna sugar coat it. He got the shit kicked out of him. But it took an extra ten minutes after what he'd already been through for two guys to put him down."
"Very impressive, indeed." Nick agreed.
"And I'm not taking away from his partner. Chase will knock you on your ass just as quick as that." Max snaps his fingers. "But Teddy? He's gonna be something in this business. Write that down. If you keep any portion of this interview in the archives, keep what I just said."
Nick smiles and nods. "I'll make sure we do." He looks down at a sheet of paper in his hand then up at Max, again. "Alright so, Max, you like games."
Max makes a humored, wary face. "Where are we going with this?"
Nick laughs and shakes his head. "Kidding! Just a little word association. More like name association. I'm sure the fans will be interested, as well. I'm gonna give you the name of a member of the NFW roster and I'd like to tell you the first thing that comes to mind."
Max laughs, leaning back in his chair. "Ohhhhh, man. You're gonna get my ass in hot water, Nick. Alright!" He claps and sits up in his chair, leaning forward. "Let's go!"
"Rick Dickulous."
"Riot." Max says, without even having to think about it.
"Riot?" Nick looks confused but amused, as well.
Max nods. "Yeah, man. I know we had our differences in the past but ever since Wrestle War, I've been trying to get to know the newer faces - especially the next genners. Rick is just one of the funniest dudes you could ever meet. He's always smiling, joking around. But he's a badass, too! He's not afraid to get in your face in the ring and his workout routine is just...you haven't seen it, have you?"
Nick shakes his head. "I've heard stories."
"It's fucking insane. Trust me. But Rick's a good dude."
Nick nods. "Awesome! Alright, let's see." He looks at his list then up at Max. "Mia Hayashi."
Max throws his head back and belts out a quick, sharp and loud laugh. "Ohhhh, little Mia...."
"I understand you two haven't ever really gotten along." Nick says tentatively.
But Max shakes his head. "No, no, no. We get along great now. I mean yeah, there was a time we didn't. Face it, I didn't get along with anybody. "No, just...Mia's about as much of a riot as Rick is, if not even more. She's fun to be around."
"She's a joker, indeed." Nick agrees.
"She jokes, she goofs around. She's ballsy, definitely. But, let's see, talent wise...?" Max thinks and looks to Nick. "She's got a lot of untapped potential and I hate to see that in someone. I feel like she needs to break out."
"You think she's being held back?" Nick asks.
Max sighs and leans back in his chair. "I feel like she's holding herself back. I'm not gonna put the blame on the rest of The Unwanted. They're all tight knit and they look out for each other. I just see potential in her and then I see opportunities laid out for her division and all I can think is--" To stress his point, he sits forward as if he were talking to Savannah Hayes herself, pointing off to the side at the air, "--put Mia in that! Let her go all out! I mean, honestly?" He leaned back in his seat again and threw his hands up submissively. "Not taking anything away from the ladies at March Misery...but I feel like if Mia had been able to compete in that ladder match? Against all odds, she'd be the one to have won that briefcase and she might even be champion right now."
Nick nods, interested, as he looks at his list again. "You mention the Women's Champion, that brings me to the next name. Sativa Nevaeh."
Max goes quiet as he thinks for a moment. After a bit, he looks to Nick. "Sorry, I know you said first thing that comes to mind, I'm just getting a lot with that name. Well, okay. I'll say, I mean...she's not exactly new to this business. This is just a new territory to her. I mean, she came in and got into it with Lara Blackheart when she was champion. She did what any superstar would do if someone came at them. She stood up. I mean, I'll give her kudos to that because I have the same mindset. If you're come at me, back it up. Meet me in the ring. That's what she did. She stepped up, she followed protocol and look where she's at, now. Her and all of the crew she runs with. Do they have attitude? Yes. But am I gonna knock them for it? No. I'd be a hypocrite if I did. We got a new Women's Champion, she feels like she's the best at what she does." He motions to himself. "I'm the best at what I do. Do I respect the other guy across the ring from me? Yeah. Is he better than me?" Max shakes his head. "He might get the better of me but if he does, I'm gonna be back to show him he can't do it twice. I will say this, though. To the Kingdom -- and this isn't a threat, this is just friendly advice from a guy who likes what you do -- NFW isn't like most other companies. We've got our stables, we've got our singles stars but a lot of those separate units are deeply rooted together through history and blood. Don't make enemies where it isn't necessary. Do your thing. Stand your ground. Kick ass. Take names. Win titles."
Nick nods, intrigued with Max's answer. "Very good. Couple more." He looks at the list. "Tyler Grey."
Max immediately rolls his eyes and lets out a 'pssh!' "Fuck Tyler Grey. Pass."
"Oh...well, alright then, I guess--"
"No, you know what?" Max sits forward. "You want me to talk about Tyler? Let's talk about Tyler. Tyler Grey's a piece of shit who belongs in a straight jacket instead of a wrestling ring. There's nothing I can really say about him that hasn't already been said. He's a wild animal and to be honest? I think his handlers are losing control of him."
"You mean The Renegades?" Nick asks.
Max nods. "Yup. Tyler Grey is a ticking timebomb and honestly? He's gonna blow soon. Not sure what's gonna make him do it. Who knows? Maybe it'll be this. Hey Tyler!" Max looks towards the camera and throws the middle finger with a smug smirk. "Fuck you, you angry pitbull."
Nick Hanson clears his throat and adjusts his eye. "Alright then! So...we have one more name. A man you've been recently exchanging words with."
"Nick, I exchange words with a lot of people." Max says with a chuckle. “You're gonna have to be more specific."
Nick chuckles, humored, before going serious again. "Ethan Skinner."
Max LeBrun leans back in his seat, watching Nick with a thoughtful expression. He looks to the camera then back to Nick. "Actually, you know? On that one, I will say...irrelevant."
"Irrelevant?" Nick asks, raising his eyebrows as if surprised by Max's boldness.
"Irrelevant." Max responds, glancing to the camera, then before going back to Nick.
"Well...alright then." Nick says, putting the list away before turning his attention back to Max. "We're just about done. Final question. What does the future hold in store for Max LeBrun?"
Max rubbed his hands together, thoughtfully. "Looking towards the horizon? I don't know. I'm a live in the moment kinda guy. And right now? This moment? My eyes are on the NFW World Championship. And the one I have to go through to get that, contrary to what some people might say, is quite simply Judas Lasher. The only one standing in my way. Because he's the one holding onto what I'm after. I respect Judas Lasher. I do. I know it didn't seem that way when I first came back, last year. Judas is a legend in his own right and he's a hell of a wrestler. But he's not the best. I'm the best. And I'm gonna prove that at...wait, what is the next show called?"
"Uhhhh..." Nick adjusts his tie. "I'd actually be the wrong guy to ask that, right now. I don't think we've named it yet."
Max facepalms. "You guys are killing me, here. I'm trying to end this interview off on a strong note." He looks towards the camera then, addressing Judas Lasher directly and in his normal tone, no theatrics, adds "Judas? I'm coming for that World Championship. And I'm coming in hot, ya heard me? Load the spaceship with rocket fuel and get ready to blast off, because this second match between us is gonna be out of this world." Max turns, without missing a beat. "Seeya, Nick." He gets out of his chair and walks out of the interview room, leaving Nick Hanson absolutely perplexed as the scene fades out.
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[MATCH #6. Singles Match - Jasmine Matthews v. Starlight]
The lights go out in the area, as a voice is heard over the PA System. The lights don’t move as the screen begins to flicker. As the ghost of a person in the past appears on the screen her face still in the shadows but her blonde hair with the pink and blue highlights begins laughing.
Despair, you come to me, with your poison and your misery
Oh oh death you come to sting with your poison and your misery
Death death death death death
Death surrounds me, singing to me softly
Let the shadow spreads his wings around me
In the night, close your eyes, or it means to come in
As the prelude finishes, a set of red pyros go off on either side of the stage. As a single red spotlight shines on the woman standing in the middle of it. The Opening rifts to Living Dead Girl begins playing over the system, as Starlight steps through the light and motions for the lights to come up. The tron flickers with random lights behind her as she giggles.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Residing in Aokigahara, Japan! The Queenslayer....STARLIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!!!!”
She begins her walk down to the ring, almost like a skip, as she sees the fans put their hands out. She shakes her head no, as she skips by them. Occasionally getting touched by a fan, She stops at the bottom of the ring. She looks at it curiously, as she turns. She goes over to the stairs, and climbs up as the fans are giving her a mixed reaction. She giggles, then climbs through the ropes backing into her corner, looking up the ramp waiting.
The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. A eerie purple glow begins to appear on the stage as the guitar strums kick in the words "Even in these chains you can't stop me" repeated four times with a loud drum strike after each one. After the fourth the guitars and drums kick in full force and the words "The Fanged Rose" appears on the screen with the well known red eyes of the Matthews "Reptile" behind it.
"You see I am the wolf.
and this dirty little piggy
lives inside of me.
You see every and then
I forget which one I want
and which one I need.
I have come to realize
that both of them have become a necessity.
I now have come to realize
that I become which animal I choose to feed!"
As Maria shrieks the follow up The Fanged Rose comes through the curtain. The black coat buckled around her throat with the hood up shadowing her face. She steps to where the stage and the ramp meet she drops into a kneel with a hand on the ramp.
"Even in these chains, you won't stop me!
Even in these chains, you won't break me!
Even in these chains, you won't take me!
Even in these chains, you won't hold me PIG!"
Each line she bobs lightly until the final word and Jasmine shoots up straight throwing the hood back from her face and letting out a bestial shriek before she sprints to the ring and sides under the ropes. She pops back up and marches to the turnbuckle where she climbs to the top, throws one leg over to balance herself and lifts a single fist into the air.
After Jasmine Matthews climbs down, she removes her coat and hands it off outside as she and Starlight stare bloody murder at one another from across the ring.
~DING DING DING~
Jasmine and Starlight are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two women keep their eyes locked on one another as they circle around the ring before tying up. The lock up is only for a split second though as Jasmine quickly breaks it and goes behind Starlight and puts her in a waistlock. Starlight though reverses the hold and now has Jasmine and picks her up before dropping her down with a belly to back suplex that drops Jasmine face first onto the mat. Starlight then turns Jasmine onto her back and gets into a mounted position before starting to rain down elbow strikes trying to break through Jasmine’s guard with a few of the strikes actually hitting her opponent in the jaw before Jasmine is able to toss Starlight off of her.
REYNOLDS
“WHOA!!!”
HANSON
“And there’s some power for ya, by Jasmine Matthews, folks!”
AUGUSTINO
“I’ve been waiting to see this girl in action up close!”
Jasmine and Starlight both make it up to their feet and as they do, Starlight charges in and goes for a double leg takedown, but Jasmine blocks the attempt and picks Starlight up and just delivers a stiff, hard, slap across Starlight’s face before jumping and landing a knee strike right underneath the jaw that staggers Starlight back into the ropes. Jasmine comes charging in and as she does, hits Starlight with a clothesline that sends the woman over the top rope and to the floor with with her face bouncing off the ring apron. Starlight stumbles back from the ring a little bit, holding her jaw, but the reprieve doesn’t last very long as Jasmine comes flying through the ropes and driving Starlight back first into the barricade with a suicide dive!
HANSON
“OUCH!! Right off the apron! And Starlight’s gonna hang back there, try and take a breather.”
AUGUSTINO
“Might be the smart thing to do. Sometimes you just gotta step back and---”
REYNOLDS
“Nevermind that shit! Here comes Matthews!!!”
Jasmine though doesn’t take time to celebrate because as she soon as she lands, she grabs Starlight and sends her into the barricade again back first before grabbing her opponent and driving her back repeatedly into the ring apron before grabbing Starlight by the head and just delivering a series of knee strikes before rolling the woman back into the ring and sliding in herself before crawling over to Starlight and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jasmine picks Starlight up from the mat and sends her into the corner. Jasmine comes charging in once Starlight hits the corner and goes for a running dropkick, but Starlight manages to move out of the way at the last second and causing Jasmine to hit the turnbuckles instead. Starlight then grabs Jasmine and picks her up before delivering an exploder suplex to her opponent and then climbing to the top rope and as Jasmine makes it to her feet, Starlight launches herself hitting a crossbody and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Starlight picks Jasmine up and sends her into the ropes. Jasmine comes off the ropes and as she does, Starlight looks to hit some sort of punch, but Jasmine ducks under it and goes behind Starlight. Once Starlight turns around, Jasmine delivers The Strike that drops Starlight down to the mat. Jasmine though doesn’t stop there as she picks Starlight back up and then hits the ropes. Jasmine comes off the ropes and as she does, hits Starlight with Kneel Peasant! Jasmine then begins to walk around the ring, flaunting her stuff much to the dislike of the crowd which only makes Jasmine laugh and grin at it. She sees Starlight starting to get up, but that doesn’t last very long as she walks over to Starlight who is on all fours and begins to just deliver knee after knee to the ribs of Starlight.
HANSON
“My god! And there’s those knees! That mixed martial arts background from The Fanged Rose!”
AUGUSTINO
“Driving her point home!”
REYNOLDS
“This bitch is BRUTAL!!!”
Jasmine finishes the punishment before grabbing Starlight by the neck and putting her in The Constrictor! Jasmine starts thrashing Starlight around, putting a ton of torque on the hold. Starlight holds on for as long as she can, which isn’t all that long before she finally taps out and Jasmine keeps the hold on for a few more seconds after the bell sounds before just tossing Starlight to the side as the ref raises her hand.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! JASMIIIIIIIINE...THE FANGED ROSE... MATTHEEEEEEEEEWS!!!!”
HANSON
“That’s gonna be it for this one! Jasmine Matthews scores her first actual win in NFW by way of submission!!”
REYNOLDS
“That is one nasty bitch, Nicky!”
HANSON
“Don’t let her hear you call her that!”
AUGUSTINO
“Probably rip your head off!”
Winner: Jasmine Matthews
Result: Submission
Time: 14:53
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The camera cut to the backstage, locker room area. Looking ever so on edge, as always, Josh Davidson stood in front of The Unwanted's locker room, like he was about to set foot into a lion's den. Why was anyone's guess, but one had to guess the moods of the ladies weren't too high, right now.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Josh Davidson here, hoping to get a word with the friends of Lara Blackheart and on any updates." Josh turns to knock on the door and...
The door opens up before he can even get the first knock in. Josh Davidson finds himself face to face with the 5'8" 160lb, Adrianna Salvatore. Already in her ring gear with a Children of Bodom cutoff tee on over it, the buzzed side of her head freshly cut, the Italian powerhouse stares up at the 5'10" like she has better things to do. "What, Josh?"
Josh swallows nervously. "Umm...hello, Adrianna. I was just hoping to see if I could get a quick word from you ladies about some things. It's been awhile since we've heard from you."
"Yeah, no shit." Adrianna says, unamused. "Mouse!" She calls into the locker room and steps aside, leaning back against the wall where she folds her toned arms over her chest, waiting for Mia.
"DUDE. WHAT." Mia grumbled with an adorably annoyed look on her face. "My god, a girl can't even crap in peace around here." She noticed the interviewer there then, and sighed as everything clicked. "Oh, hey Josh. I'm sure you're here to have tea and talk about whatever we're watching on Netflix at the moment, and not at ALL to harass us about our friend's health..."
Josh just stopped and looked at Adrianna, whom just looked back at him and motioned her head towards Mia, telling him to answer the woman. Shrugging one hand up, Josh's tone went from professional to what seemed like the man might have been when he wasn't at work. Josh the man, not Josh the interviewer. "Hey, c'mon now. I mean...we care about her, too, on the staff side. Is she okay?"
"She'll be ok." Mia finally responded, arms crossed over her chest as that "resting bitch face" of hers was in full effect. "When she's ready? She'll talk to you herself. Might be next week... might be next month.... might be next year. But when she's ready? She'll be back. And you can ask her all these questions yourself."
Josh nodded. "Hope she's back soon. Really. Well, while I'm here, let's talk about some other stuff!" Josh attempted to pick up the energy and mood as he moved on. "Since I've got you two ladies here, let's talk about the Burning Hearts Tournament. Wait...you two are in it, right? You two are...."
Adrianna looked over at Mia as if to ask just how goddamn oblivious was this guy? She looked back to Josh with her own resting bitch face but for Adrianna it was more like her "I'll rip your fucking head off" face. "Yes, Josh. We're in the tournament."
"Great! So!" Josh tried to hide the fact that he was absolutely terrified of Adrianna killing him on the spot. "As everyone knows this is a one of a kind tournament with a prize on the line that's just as unique. What are your thoughts going in? How's your chemistry together?"
"You know what? That's a good question." Mia admitted, shrugging as she looked up at Adrianna. "I mean, we know our chemistry is great hanging out. We know our chemistry in the bedroom is very good... but we haven't really teamed up in the ring very much. I guess we'll just have to see if our natural love and trust can make up for team experience."
Adrianna smirked at the bedroom remark. She unfolded her arms and hung one around little Mia's shoulders, pulling her in against her. "We can run drills in the gym. Shelley and Angel can help us on that."
"Well, as they say; love conquers all, right?" Josh said, attempting to crack a joke. Adrianna just looked at him like she wanted to punch him in the face. He cleared his throat. "Okay, so best of luck to you on that. You've definitely got time to prepare. However, speaking of preparation - Adrianna - you've got a shot at the Women's Television Title tonight against Eavan Maloney. Are you prepared for that challenge?"
Adrianna looked like Josh's questions were giving her a headache with just how...stupid they were! "Josh, when have you ever known me not to be prepared for anything? I stay prepared. I'm prepared for anything that anyone lays out in front of me. Do wild cards get thrown in? Yeah. Unfortunately, I've had a few of those thrown my way very recently. If we wanna be honest, I should be standing here with another promotion's World Title in my hand but that's another story. As for tonight? Look. I respect Eavan. She's a tough bitch and she knows how to put the hurt on someone. But so do I. And the last time I had a shot at the this belt she's holding, I came up short."
"Well, you did have a sore shoulder. You'd just come out of March Misery from a Ladder Match and--" Josh started saying until Adrianna cut him off.
"Josh, I'm not gonna blame my loss on my shoulder. If I didn't think I could do it, I wouldn't have even entered the gauntlet. Maybe I wasn't right in the head still. Part of me was still worried and missing this one." She gave Mia a squeeze. "But, tonight's different. I don't have any reason why I can't and won't walk out of here with a belt in my hand again. Like I said, I respect Eavan and I appreciate her offering me this shot. However, it's gonna be her last night as champion. And you know what? Hey...." She said, turning to look down at Mia. As soon as she had her girlfriend's attention, Adrianna planted a kiss right on her lips and smirked at her. "We're kicking the fucking shit out of four other teams and winning a tag title together, too."
Josh Davidson smiled and turned towards the camera. “Well, there you have it. Adrianna Salvatore and Mia Hayashi - ready for the Burning Hearts Tournament next month and later tonight? Adrianna will be taking on the Women’s TV Champion, Eavan Maloney in a title match. Don’t miss it. Back to you guys.” Josh snapped and pointed to the camera. Behind him, both women rolled their eyes as the shot cutaway.
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[MATCH #7. Singles Match - Vincent Stone v. “The Slasher” Eddy Poe]
"Downfall" begins to play and the lighting dims, taking a white and hint of blue effect around the arena. At the point where the lyrics begin, Vincent Stone throws the curtain open and comes walking out onto the stage. At first, he walks to either end of the stage, acknowledging the fans and pointing out ones who are wearing his merchandise or holding a sign for him in appreciation. Finally, he walks to the center of the stage at the head of the ramp and beats on his chest with one fist, throwing his head back with a pumped up yell, timed with the point of the song where the singer screams. Stone then twists around once and throws a punch at the air, causing his pyro to explode on either side of him as he walks towards the ring.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first! Representing The Resistance! From Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds! VINCEEEEEEEEENT STOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!!”
He slaps a few hands on one side of the ramp with one hand, but his main focus is on the opponent in the ring. His face says it all: he's ready for a fight and he doesn't fear them. Stone stops by the steps, usually pausing to let a parent take a selfie with him and their kid. He puts one arm around the kid and raises his fist up under their chin with a playful smirk before turning serious again and ascending the steps, climbing to the top turnbuckle from the outside. Stone pauses to look around at the crowd before extending his arms out to the side, fists clenched. Shades of his childhood favorite, Scott Levy b.k.a Raven. After this, he hops down from the turnbuckle, landing in a roll inside the ring, popping up onto his feet in the center of the ring and pointing at turning to the stage with an intense glare
~You're all gonna die!~
With the sound of an actual chainsaw cranking up inside the arena, Motogrator's "Suffocate" rips through the speakers, filling the arena. The chainsaw, however, comes from the stage as the red lights illuminate "The Slasher" Eddy Poe as he raises and revvs the saw over his head. He steps off of the stage and immediately goes into the infamous "Chainsaw Dance" made famous from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise. Eddy spins and swings the chainsaw around in a wild rage. At the right camera angle here and there, he appears to have a few close calls with the front row audience, making his unique entrance even more terrifying.
ARDEN
"His opponent!!! From Battle Creek, Michigan!! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds!!! Making his NFW debut!! THHEEEE SLLLLASHEEEEERRRR!!! EDDYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOE!!!"
Halfway down the aisle, Eddy Poe stalks towards the ring with a purpose, watching the ring intensely as he reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. As soon as Eddy’s up onto his feet, he goes into another violent, terrifying chainsaw dance before stopping and sneering at the camera. Finally, he moves to his corner and sets his chainsaw down, cutting it off and turning towards the opposite corner to his opponent.
~DING DING DING~
Eddy Poe and Vincent Stone circled the mat, focused intently on one another. After a tense moment of what appeared to be the two gauging each other, the two locked - collar and elbow. Eddy immediately used his size advantage to gain the upper hand and slipped behind Stone with a waistlock. He went for a ripcord forearm but Stone was the smaller and quicker one of this match, ducking underneath the shot and running passed Eddy. Bouncing off the ropes he came back Eddy's way. Eddy went to stop him with a discus elbow but Stone ducked under that, as well, and hit a handspring, coming back off the ropes into a Handspring Elbow, catching Eddy Poe right in the jaw. Eddy staggered back and dropped to one knee, holding his jaw. Vincent Stone wasn't letting up, however, and he intended to kick this match into high gear from the get go, running off the ropes again and basement dropkicking Eddy right in the chest and knocking him back. As Eddy hit the mat, Stone was up again and ran off the ropes one more time, hitting a Flashing Elbow square into Eddy's sternum before going for a pinfall.
ONE!!
TW--!!
KICK OUT!!
AUGUSTINO
"C'mon, Stone. You're going for a pin that early? You know better!"
REYNOLDS
"Yeah, but can you imagine if he ended this shit that fast? He'd shut that face painted freak right up!"
AUGUSTINO
"What's your issue with like...tattoos and face paint, Jimbo?"
HANSON
"They scare the bejeezus out of him."
REYNOLDS
"They do not! They're just...just...they're fucking weird, alright?! I don't mind tats but some of the shit people get? Like look at Miranda. What the fuck is that on your arm?"
AUGUSTINO
"The woman crying blood?"
REYNOLDS
"Yes! She's got green hair. Is that Sativa Nevaeh?"
Miranda can just be heard laughing in mockery of Jim as Eddy and Vincent continued their match. Vincent continued his string of offense on The Slasher, keeping the bigger man on his toes with his array of stiff, kicks and forearms. After taking several hits, Eddy ate another dropkick that sent him rolling out of the ring in frustration. Cursing under his breath, Eddy paced around outside the ring, taking a moment to kick the metal barrier. This left him distracted just long enough, seemingly, for Stone to come running across the ring to slingshot himself over the ropes. Eddy quickly moved off to the side but Stone scouted and landed on the apron. Thinking he'd baited Stone into missing his mark. Eddy grinned wickedly to the crowd and tapped his temple. As he turned around, however, Stone came running along the apron and hit a Shooting Star Press, crashing down into Eddy, taking them both to the floor.
HANSON
"VINCENT STONE!! SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE SLASHER!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"With the fucking quickness!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"That boy good!!!"
Vincent Stone jumped to his feet, fired up. As the referee began the count, Vincent Stone returned to the ring first, taking to a knee and looking ready for Eddy Poe whenever the man started coming back in, as well. The ref got to '7' when Eddy finally climbed onto the apron and Vincent Stone ran off of the ropes again, coming in fast. This time, however, Eddy thrusted his shoulder through the top and middle ropes and hit Stone in the midsection, stopping him in his tracks. As Stone leaned against the ropes, Eddy grabbed him by the head and jumped down to the floor, delivering a Hotshot before sliding back into the ring.
HANSON
"Watch out now, folks. Eddy Poe has turned the tables in this match and if his behavior as of late is any sign, I'm sure he's looking to do some damage!"
REYNOLDS
"Awww crap!"
AUGUSTINO
"Guess Stone's advantage had to run out sooner or later!"
Eddy Poe followed up his offensive advantage with a heavy headbutt, knocking Stone in the head so hard, he staggered back into the ropes. As he was coming off of them, Eddy ran off the other side of the ropes and delivered a running crossbody, pinning Stone beneath his weight and grinning sadistically at the camera.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Stone got the shoulder up and Eddy looked down at him, shaking his head. Getting up to a knee, Eddy began to land shots across Stone's head until the referee had to back him off for using closed fists. Eddy nudged the ref out of the way and went right back to Stone, laying the boots to him before pulling him up to his feet. Eddy delivered an irish whip and went for a big boot but Stone ducked under. Eddy, however, quickly followed him into the ropes and just as Stone was starting to rebound off of them, there came Poe with a violent bicycle knee to the head. Stone slumped into the ropes and Eddy pulled him back to the center of the ring, delivering a back suplex with a bridge for the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--KICKOUT!
Eddy sat up, placing his hands on his thighs and shook his head in frustration. The Slasher visibly mouthing 'Motherfucker' as he started getting to his feet and pulled Stone up with him. Holding onto his wrist, Eddy yanke him in for a short arm elbow smash before whipping him into the ropes again. As Stone came back, Eddy caught him and went for the Black Hole Slam but Stone used his momentum to swing around Eddy's body and reverse it into an attempt at a DDT. Eddy grabbed him around the waist and plucked him up for a northern lights suplex but Stone used his agility to flip through the toss and landed, albeit shakily, on his feet. He quickly turned as Eddy got up onto his knee, turning to face his way and caught the man right in his paint smeared face with a sharp superkick that echoed throughout the arena. Eddy fell back and Stone went for the cover.
HANSON
"SUPERKICK!! STONE ROCKED HIM!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
REYNOLDS
"BUT HE DIDN'T FINISH HIM!"
Stone sat up, grabbing his hair and closed his eyes. Frustration beginning to get to him, now. The crowd cheered him on, however, urging him to keep going. Nodding, Stone got to his feet and stepped back, hunching down and watching as Eddy started getting back up, rolling onto his stomach. As he started to rise to one knee, Stone looked back at the ropes then to Eddy again, quickly. When Eddy started looking up, Stone ran off the ropes again and came back, going for the Shining Wizard! As he leapt up, however, Eddy lunged forward, shockingly catching the man with one leg over his shoulder. Eddy came up to his feet, shifting Stone's other leg over his shoulder and powered him up, delivering a spinning, sitout powerbomb. Eddy's tongue slid out of his mouth, menacingly as he held Stone for the cover.
HANSON
"And there's a powerbomb from Eddy Poe!! Brutal! That's gonna be it, folks!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--!!
But Vincent Stone kicked out again just at the last instant! Seething, Eddy Poe got to his feet and pulled Vincent Stone up by the throat, starting to set him up for the chokeslam. As Eddy lifted him up, Stone threw his legs around his neck and countered into a hurricanrana. On the landing, Stone stayed down on Eddy and caught his legs, going for another pin attempt.
AUGUSTINO
"Hurricanrana and the cover!"
ONE!
TWO!
But Eddy used a burst of power to kick out and send Stone into the ropes. As Stone started getting up, Eddy regained his footing first and started coming at him off the ropes on the opposite side. Stone dropped down, pulling the top rope down at the last second, sending Eddy tumbling over the top. Eddy caught the rope, however, and prevented himself from hitting the floor. Instead, he ended up on the apron and started getting to his feet again. Once he did, Vincent Stone ran off the ropes again but this time, Eddy hopped up, smacking his boot into Stone's face to stop him in his tracks again. He grabbed him by the throat, once more, looking to the floor behind him, ready to deliver a devastating chokeslam.
HANSON
"Oh no, he's not looking to chokeslam him out on the floor is he?!"
REYNOLDS
"Of course he is, Nicky! He's a fucking maniac!"
AUGUSTINO
"Dude's loco up in his cabeza!"
Eddy Poe lifted Vincent Stone up for the chokeslam, bringing him over the ropes, but Stone wriggled enough that Eddy didn't quite have a good hold on him and he landed on the apron, feet first, catching onto the rope to keep himself on it. The crowd cheered at his impressive save as he threw his weight forward and caught Eddy in the jaw with a forearm. Eddy reeled, holding onto the rope, as well, and used it to yank himself into a forearm shot of his arm. Stone stumbled back, one foot slipping off the apron, but he held on. Stone came back with a kick to the midsection, rocking Eddy and immediately grabbed him over his head, drawing his thumb across his throat. The crowd went wild at what it looked like he was intending to do, calling out with Stone's cut throat gesture.
"FINISH HIM!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"WHAT?!”
REYNOLDS
"Is he serious?!"
HANSON
"No way!!"
As Stone went for the 'FATALITY', however, Eddy managed to block the lift by holding onto the rope and forced Stone to set him down. He then powered out of the hold with shots to the ribs until Stone let him go. Eddy slipped out of the grapple and caught Stone with another sudden headbutt, right on the money. This dazed Stone and it looked like he was about to lose his grip on the rope and fall but Eddy caught him and kept him up before holding him by the face, leaning in and laughing.
"Hahahaha!! You wanna fucking play rough, asshole?!"
Eddy Poe let Vincent Stone's face go, simultaneously giving him a kick to the midsection and pulled his head between his legs. The crowd roared in disapproval as Eddy Poe locked Vincent Stone's arms over his, and grasped his legs, lifting him up into a package hold.
HANSON
"Aw, no!!! NO!! Not this!!! Don't do it, Eddy!!"
REYNOLDS
"You goddamn maniac!!!"
Eddy Poe did, though, as he delivered Enter The Bad Place to Vincent Stone right onto the solid apron of the ring with a sickening THUD of Stone's head on the metal frame. The crowd let out an emphatic 'OHHHHHHHH!!!' as Eddy Poe let Stone fall to the ringside floor and sat there on the apron, laughing.
HANSON
"THAT'S SOLID METAL FRAMING UNDER THAT CANVAS! THERE'S NO PADDING THERE!!!"
REYNOLDS
"I KNOW, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DROP OPPONENTS ON IT!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"I LOVE VIOLENT MATCHES BUT THAT'S JUST FUCKING BRUTAL!"
Eddy sat on the apron, laughing more as the referee called for him to get back into the ring. Eddy laid back and rolled under the bottom rope, getting up to his feet as he smiled wickedly to the crowd. After a moment of calling for Stone to get back in the ring, the referee shook his head, regretably having to start the count. Inside the ring, Eddy Poe went to go sit in a corner and catch his breath, still laughing to himself as he idly wiped his forehead, smearing more of his facepaint and watched the outside of the ring, waiting to see any sign of his opponent standing up. Outside the ring, Vincent Stone just laid there, holding his head as he stared up at the ceiling lights. For all anyone knew, the crowd calling for him to get up probably sounded like they were a mile away.
HANSON
"Stone's gotta get up or he's gonna get counted out!"
12!
AUGUSTINO
"He doesn't even look like he's all there, Nick!"
13!
REYNOLDS
"Man, he is OUT!"
14!
HANSON
"Referee's at fourteen!!"
Vincent Stone finally began to stir, rolling over onto his stomach and slowly pulling himself up to his feet. He stumbled back into the barricade where fans patted his back and shoulders, urging for him to get back inside the ring and take the fight to Eddy Poe. Vincent Stone blinked his eyes, shaking his head to try and clear it before stepping towards the ring. He got about three steps before he fell forward and back to the floor again to the emphatic cries of the audience. Inside the ring, Eddy Poe started laughing again, seeing his opponent fall.
18!
HANSON
"No!!! Come on, Vin!! Get up!!!"
19!
REYNOLDS
"He's not gonna make it!!"
20!
~DING DING DING~
The crowd boo'ed as Eddy Poe leaned back, cackling at the top of his lungs while "Suffocate" filled the arena. He pulled himself up to his feet, moving to the center so the referee could raise his hand but snatched it away.
ARDEN
"Here is your winner, by countout! The Slasher...EDDY...POOOOOE!!!!"
HANSON
"Well, that's not the outcome we were all hoping to see! A cheap victory!"
AUGUSTINO
"But it's still gonna go down in the books as a win for Eddy Poe and that's two in a row for him."
REYNOLDS
"And you know what? He won his last match by ref stoppage! I don't think this guy gives a fuck about how he wins, just so long as he does!"
HANSON
"Hey wait a minute, guys. Look at this!"
Cutting back to the outside of the ring, the camera caught sight of Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver, hurrying through the crowd. Dressed in street clothes and not carrying her title, Shelley hopped the barricade and went, immediately, to Vincent Stone's side, putting a hand on his back to let him know someone was there. She could be seen mouthing words to him, talking to him as he laid there. The ringside medical staff rushed over to check on him, as The Rebel Forces - Teddy Morse and Chase Evans - and Erin Mercer came rushing from the back as well. Right there with Erin, was Bronwyn Good as the Salem Witch's girlfriend immediately knelt beside her mixed tag team partner and began talking in his ear, fighting back tears of worry until the medical staff were able to get her and the others back to look at him. Meanwhile, Eddy Poe exited the ring and began walking up the ramp, passed the commotion and surveying his damage. Shelley Silver immediately stood up, looking stoically at the chuckling man. More fired up, however, was Teddy Morse as he stepped forward and threw his arms out, only to be stopped by his tag partner Chase Evans.
"You think this makes you hot shit, motherfucker?!" Teddy yelled to Eddy Poe. "Why don't you bring that shit my way?!"
HANSON
"Watch out, now. Teddy Morse - he's a member of The Resistance with Vincent Stone - he's none too happy about seeing his team mate getting deliberately hurt like this."
REYNOLDS
"Kick that psycho's fucking ass, Teddy!"
"Smack that fucking shit off your face, son!"
Morse snapped to Poe as the Slasher turned and walked, dismissively, up the ramp to the stage and towards the back while the med staff continued checking on Vincent Stone during the faded out to a commercial.
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Countout
Time: 19:28
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TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jasmine picks Starlight up from the mat and sends her into the corner. Jasmine comes charging in once Starlight hits the corner and goes for a running dropkick, but Starlight manages to move out of the way at the last second and causing Jasmine to hit the turnbuckles instead. Starlight then grabs Jasmine and picks her up before delivering an exploder suplex to her opponent and then climbing to the top rope and as Jasmine makes it to her feet, Starlight launches herself hitting a crossbody and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Starlight picks Jasmine up and sends her into the ropes. Jasmine comes off the ropes and as she does, Starlight looks to hit some sort of punch, but Jasmine ducks under it and goes behind Starlight. Once Starlight turns around, Jasmine delivers The Strike that drops Starlight down to the mat. Jasmine though doesn’t stop there as she picks Starlight back up and then hits the ropes. Jasmine comes off the ropes and as she does, hits Starlight with Kneel Peasant! Jasmine then begins to walk around the ring, flaunting her stuff much to the dislike of the crowd which only makes Jasmine laugh and grin at it. She sees Starlight starting to get up, but that doesn’t last very long as she walks over to Starlight who is on all fours and begins to just deliver knee after knee to the ribs of Starlight.
HANSON
“My god! And there’s those knees! That mixed martial arts background from The Fanged Rose!”
AUGUSTINO
“Driving her point home!”
REYNOLDS
“This bitch is BRUTAL!!!”
Jasmine finishes the punishment before grabbing Starlight by the neck and putting her in The Constrictor! Jasmine starts thrashing Starlight around, putting a ton of torque on the hold. Starlight holds on for as long as she can, which isn’t all that long before she finally taps out and Jasmine keeps the hold on for a few more seconds after the bell sounds before just tossing Starlight to the side as the ref raises her hand.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! JASMIIIIIIIINE...THE FANGED ROSE... MATTHEEEEEEEEEWS!!!!”
HANSON
“That’s gonna be it for this one! Jasmine Matthews scores her first actual win in NFW by way of submission!!”
REYNOLDS
“That is one nasty bitch, Nicky!”
HANSON
“Don’t let her hear you call her that!”
AUGUSTINO
“Probably rip your head off!”
Winner: Jasmine Matthews
Result: Submission
Time: 14:53
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The camera cut to the backstage, locker room area. Looking ever so on edge, as always, Josh Davidson stood in front of The Unwanted's locker room, like he was about to set foot into a lion's den. Why was anyone's guess, but one had to guess the moods of the ladies weren't too high, right now.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Josh Davidson here, hoping to get a word with the friends of Lara Blackheart and on any updates." Josh turns to knock on the door and...
The door opens up before he can even get the first knock in. Josh Davidson finds himself face to face with the 5'8" 160lb, Adrianna Salvatore. Already in her ring gear with a Children of Bodom cutoff tee on over it, the buzzed side of her head freshly cut, the Italian powerhouse stares up at the 5'10" like she has better things to do. "What, Josh?"
Josh swallows nervously. "Umm...hello, Adrianna. I was just hoping to see if I could get a quick word from you ladies about some things. It's been awhile since we've heard from you."
"Yeah, no shit." Adrianna says, unamused. "Mouse!" She calls into the locker room and steps aside, leaning back against the wall where she folds her toned arms over her chest, waiting for Mia.
"DUDE. WHAT." Mia grumbled with an adorably annoyed look on her face. "My god, a girl can't even crap in peace around here." She noticed the interviewer there then, and sighed as everything clicked. "Oh, hey Josh. I'm sure you're here to have tea and talk about whatever we're watching on Netflix at the moment, and not at ALL to harass us about our friend's health..."
Josh just stopped and looked at Adrianna, whom just looked back at him and motioned her head towards Mia, telling him to answer the woman. Shrugging one hand up, Josh's tone went from professional to what seemed like the man might have been when he wasn't at work. Josh the man, not Josh the interviewer. "Hey, c'mon now. I mean...we care about her, too, on the staff side. Is she okay?"
"She'll be ok." Mia finally responded, arms crossed over her chest as that "resting bitch face" of hers was in full effect. "When she's ready? She'll talk to you herself. Might be next week... might be next month.... might be next year. But when she's ready? She'll be back. And you can ask her all these questions yourself."
Josh nodded. "Hope she's back soon. Really. Well, while I'm here, let's talk about some other stuff!" Josh attempted to pick up the energy and mood as he moved on. "Since I've got you two ladies here, let's talk about the Burning Hearts Tournament. Wait...you two are in it, right? You two are...."
Adrianna looked over at Mia as if to ask just how goddamn oblivious was this guy? She looked back to Josh with her own resting bitch face but for Adrianna it was more like her "I'll rip your fucking head off" face. "Yes, Josh. We're in the tournament."
"Great! So!" Josh tried to hide the fact that he was absolutely terrified of Adrianna killing him on the spot. "As everyone knows this is a one of a kind tournament with a prize on the line that's just as unique. What are your thoughts going in? How's your chemistry together?"
"You know what? That's a good question." Mia admitted, shrugging as she looked up at Adrianna. "I mean, we know our chemistry is great hanging out. We know our chemistry in the bedroom is very good... but we haven't really teamed up in the ring very much. I guess we'll just have to see if our natural love and trust can make up for team experience."
Adrianna smirked at the bedroom remark. She unfolded her arms and hung one around little Mia's shoulders, pulling her in against her. "We can run drills in the gym. Shelley and Angel can help us on that."
"Well, as they say; love conquers all, right?" Josh said, attempting to crack a joke. Adrianna just looked at him like she wanted to punch him in the face. He cleared his throat. "Okay, so best of luck to you on that. You've definitely got time to prepare. However, speaking of preparation - Adrianna - you've got a shot at the Women's Television Title tonight against Eavan Maloney. Are you prepared for that challenge?"
Adrianna looked like Josh's questions were giving her a headache with just how...stupid they were! "Josh, when have you ever known me not to be prepared for anything? I stay prepared. I'm prepared for anything that anyone lays out in front of me. Do wild cards get thrown in? Yeah. Unfortunately, I've had a few of those thrown my way very recently. If we wanna be honest, I should be standing here with another promotion's World Title in my hand but that's another story. As for tonight? Look. I respect Eavan. She's a tough bitch and she knows how to put the hurt on someone. But so do I. And the last time I had a shot at the this belt she's holding, I came up short."
"Well, you did have a sore shoulder. You'd just come out of March Misery from a Ladder Match and--" Josh started saying until Adrianna cut him off.
"Josh, I'm not gonna blame my loss on my shoulder. If I didn't think I could do it, I wouldn't have even entered the gauntlet. Maybe I wasn't right in the head still. Part of me was still worried and missing this one." She gave Mia a squeeze. "But, tonight's different. I don't have any reason why I can't and won't walk out of here with a belt in my hand again. Like I said, I respect Eavan and I appreciate her offering me this shot. However, it's gonna be her last night as champion. And you know what? Hey...." She said, turning to look down at Mia. As soon as she had her girlfriend's attention, Adrianna planted a kiss right on her lips and smirked at her. "We're kicking the fucking shit out of four other teams and winning a tag title together, too."
Josh Davidson smiled and turned towards the camera. “Well, there you have it. Adrianna Salvatore and Mia Hayashi - ready for the Burning Hearts Tournament next month and later tonight? Adrianna will be taking on the Women’s TV Champion, Eavan Maloney in a title match. Don’t miss it. Back to you guys.” Josh snapped and pointed to the camera. Behind him, both women rolled their eyes as the shot cutaway.
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[MATCH #7. Singles Match - Vincent Stone v. “The Slasher” Eddy Poe]
"Downfall" begins to play and the lighting dims, taking a white and hint of blue effect around the arena. At the point where the lyrics begin, Vincent Stone throws the curtain open and comes walking out onto the stage. At first, he walks to either end of the stage, acknowledging the fans and pointing out ones who are wearing his merchandise or holding a sign for him in appreciation. Finally, he walks to the center of the stage at the head of the ramp and beats on his chest with one fist, throwing his head back with a pumped up yell, timed with the point of the song where the singer screams. Stone then twists around once and throws a punch at the air, causing his pyro to explode on either side of him as he walks towards the ring.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first! Representing The Resistance! From Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds! VINCEEEEEEEEENT STOOOOOOOOOONE!!!!!”
He slaps a few hands on one side of the ramp with one hand, but his main focus is on the opponent in the ring. His face says it all: he's ready for a fight and he doesn't fear them. Stone stops by the steps, usually pausing to let a parent take a selfie with him and their kid. He puts one arm around the kid and raises his fist up under their chin with a playful smirk before turning serious again and ascending the steps, climbing to the top turnbuckle from the outside. Stone pauses to look around at the crowd before extending his arms out to the side, fists clenched. Shades of his childhood favorite, Scott Levy b.k.a Raven. After this, he hops down from the turnbuckle, landing in a roll inside the ring, popping up onto his feet in the center of the ring and pointing at turning to the stage with an intense glare
~You're all gonna die!~
With the sound of an actual chainsaw cranking up inside the arena, Motogrator's "Suffocate" rips through the speakers, filling the arena. The chainsaw, however, comes from the stage as the red lights illuminate "The Slasher" Eddy Poe as he raises and revvs the saw over his head. He steps off of the stage and immediately goes into the infamous "Chainsaw Dance" made famous from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise. Eddy spins and swings the chainsaw around in a wild rage. At the right camera angle here and there, he appears to have a few close calls with the front row audience, making his unique entrance even more terrifying.
ARDEN
"His opponent!!! From Battle Creek, Michigan!! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds!!! Making his NFW debut!! THHEEEE SLLLLASHEEEEERRRR!!! EDDYYYYYYYY POOOOOOOOE!!!"
Halfway down the aisle, Eddy Poe stalks towards the ring with a purpose, watching the ring intensely as he reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. As soon as Eddy’s up onto his feet, he goes into another violent, terrifying chainsaw dance before stopping and sneering at the camera. Finally, he moves to his corner and sets his chainsaw down, cutting it off and turning towards the opposite corner to his opponent.
~DING DING DING~
Eddy Poe and Vincent Stone circled the mat, focused intently on one another. After a tense moment of what appeared to be the two gauging each other, the two locked - collar and elbow. Eddy immediately used his size advantage to gain the upper hand and slipped behind Stone with a waistlock. He went for a ripcord forearm but Stone was the smaller and quicker one of this match, ducking underneath the shot and running passed Eddy. Bouncing off the ropes he came back Eddy's way. Eddy went to stop him with a discus elbow but Stone ducked under that, as well, and hit a handspring, coming back off the ropes into a Handspring Elbow, catching Eddy Poe right in the jaw. Eddy staggered back and dropped to one knee, holding his jaw. Vincent Stone wasn't letting up, however, and he intended to kick this match into high gear from the get go, running off the ropes again and basement dropkicking Eddy right in the chest and knocking him back. As Eddy hit the mat, Stone was up again and ran off the ropes one more time, hitting a Flashing Elbow square into Eddy's sternum before going for a pinfall.
ONE!!
TW--!!
KICK OUT!!
AUGUSTINO
"C'mon, Stone. You're going for a pin that early? You know better!"
REYNOLDS
"Yeah, but can you imagine if he ended this shit that fast? He'd shut that face painted freak right up!"
AUGUSTINO
"What's your issue with like...tattoos and face paint, Jimbo?"
HANSON
"They scare the bejeezus out of him."
REYNOLDS
"They do not! They're just...just...they're fucking weird, alright?! I don't mind tats but some of the shit people get? Like look at Miranda. What the fuck is that on your arm?"
AUGUSTINO
"The woman crying blood?"
REYNOLDS
"Yes! She's got green hair. Is that Sativa Nevaeh?"
Miranda can just be heard laughing in mockery of Jim as Eddy and Vincent continued their match. Vincent continued his string of offense on The Slasher, keeping the bigger man on his toes with his array of stiff, kicks and forearms. After taking several hits, Eddy ate another dropkick that sent him rolling out of the ring in frustration. Cursing under his breath, Eddy paced around outside the ring, taking a moment to kick the metal barrier. This left him distracted just long enough, seemingly, for Stone to come running across the ring to slingshot himself over the ropes. Eddy quickly moved off to the side but Stone scouted and landed on the apron. Thinking he'd baited Stone into missing his mark. Eddy grinned wickedly to the crowd and tapped his temple. As he turned around, however, Stone came running along the apron and hit a Shooting Star Press, crashing down into Eddy, taking them both to the floor.
HANSON
"VINCENT STONE!! SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE SLASHER!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"With the fucking quickness!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"That boy good!!!"
Vincent Stone jumped to his feet, fired up. As the referee began the count, Vincent Stone returned to the ring first, taking to a knee and looking ready for Eddy Poe whenever the man started coming back in, as well. The ref got to '7' when Eddy finally climbed onto the apron and Vincent Stone ran off of the ropes again, coming in fast. This time, however, Eddy thrusted his shoulder through the top and middle ropes and hit Stone in the midsection, stopping him in his tracks. As Stone leaned against the ropes, Eddy grabbed him by the head and jumped down to the floor, delivering a Hotshot before sliding back into the ring.
HANSON
"Watch out now, folks. Eddy Poe has turned the tables in this match and if his behavior as of late is any sign, I'm sure he's looking to do some damage!"
REYNOLDS
"Awww crap!"
AUGUSTINO
"Guess Stone's advantage had to run out sooner or later!"
Eddy Poe followed up his offensive advantage with a heavy headbutt, knocking Stone in the head so hard, he staggered back into the ropes. As he was coming off of them, Eddy ran off the other side of the ropes and delivered a running crossbody, pinning Stone beneath his weight and grinning sadistically at the camera.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Stone got the shoulder up and Eddy looked down at him, shaking his head. Getting up to a knee, Eddy began to land shots across Stone's head until the referee had to back him off for using closed fists. Eddy nudged the ref out of the way and went right back to Stone, laying the boots to him before pulling him up to his feet. Eddy delivered an irish whip and went for a big boot but Stone ducked under. Eddy, however, quickly followed him into the ropes and just as Stone was starting to rebound off of them, there came Poe with a violent bicycle knee to the head. Stone slumped into the ropes and Eddy pulled him back to the center of the ring, delivering a back suplex with a bridge for the pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--KICKOUT!
Eddy sat up, placing his hands on his thighs and shook his head in frustration. The Slasher visibly mouthing 'Motherfucker' as he started getting to his feet and pulled Stone up with him. Holding onto his wrist, Eddy yanke him in for a short arm elbow smash before whipping him into the ropes again. As Stone came back, Eddy caught him and went for the Black Hole Slam but Stone used his momentum to swing around Eddy's body and reverse it into an attempt at a DDT. Eddy grabbed him around the waist and plucked him up for a northern lights suplex but Stone used his agility to flip through the toss and landed, albeit shakily, on his feet. He quickly turned as Eddy got up onto his knee, turning to face his way and caught the man right in his paint smeared face with a sharp superkick that echoed throughout the arena. Eddy fell back and Stone went for the cover.
HANSON
"SUPERKICK!! STONE ROCKED HIM!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
REYNOLDS
"BUT HE DIDN'T FINISH HIM!"
Stone sat up, grabbing his hair and closed his eyes. Frustration beginning to get to him, now. The crowd cheered him on, however, urging him to keep going. Nodding, Stone got to his feet and stepped back, hunching down and watching as Eddy started getting back up, rolling onto his stomach. As he started to rise to one knee, Stone looked back at the ropes then to Eddy again, quickly. When Eddy started looking up, Stone ran off the ropes again and came back, going for the Shining Wizard! As he leapt up, however, Eddy lunged forward, shockingly catching the man with one leg over his shoulder. Eddy came up to his feet, shifting Stone's other leg over his shoulder and powered him up, delivering a spinning, sitout powerbomb. Eddy's tongue slid out of his mouth, menacingly as he held Stone for the cover.
HANSON
"And there's a powerbomb from Eddy Poe!! Brutal! That's gonna be it, folks!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--!!
But Vincent Stone kicked out again just at the last instant! Seething, Eddy Poe got to his feet and pulled Vincent Stone up by the throat, starting to set him up for the chokeslam. As Eddy lifted him up, Stone threw his legs around his neck and countered into a hurricanrana. On the landing, Stone stayed down on Eddy and caught his legs, going for another pin attempt.
AUGUSTINO
"Hurricanrana and the cover!"
ONE!
TWO!
But Eddy used a burst of power to kick out and send Stone into the ropes. As Stone started getting up, Eddy regained his footing first and started coming at him off the ropes on the opposite side. Stone dropped down, pulling the top rope down at the last second, sending Eddy tumbling over the top. Eddy caught the rope, however, and prevented himself from hitting the floor. Instead, he ended up on the apron and started getting to his feet again. Once he did, Vincent Stone ran off the ropes again but this time, Eddy hopped up, smacking his boot into Stone's face to stop him in his tracks again. He grabbed him by the throat, once more, looking to the floor behind him, ready to deliver a devastating chokeslam.
HANSON
"Oh no, he's not looking to chokeslam him out on the floor is he?!"
REYNOLDS
"Of course he is, Nicky! He's a fucking maniac!"
AUGUSTINO
"Dude's loco up in his cabeza!"
Eddy Poe lifted Vincent Stone up for the chokeslam, bringing him over the ropes, but Stone wriggled enough that Eddy didn't quite have a good hold on him and he landed on the apron, feet first, catching onto the rope to keep himself on it. The crowd cheered at his impressive save as he threw his weight forward and caught Eddy in the jaw with a forearm. Eddy reeled, holding onto the rope, as well, and used it to yank himself into a forearm shot of his arm. Stone stumbled back, one foot slipping off the apron, but he held on. Stone came back with a kick to the midsection, rocking Eddy and immediately grabbed him over his head, drawing his thumb across his throat. The crowd went wild at what it looked like he was intending to do, calling out with Stone's cut throat gesture.
"FINISH HIM!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"WHAT?!”
REYNOLDS
"Is he serious?!"
HANSON
"No way!!"
As Stone went for the 'FATALITY', however, Eddy managed to block the lift by holding onto the rope and forced Stone to set him down. He then powered out of the hold with shots to the ribs until Stone let him go. Eddy slipped out of the grapple and caught Stone with another sudden headbutt, right on the money. This dazed Stone and it looked like he was about to lose his grip on the rope and fall but Eddy caught him and kept him up before holding him by the face, leaning in and laughing.
"Hahahaha!! You wanna fucking play rough, asshole?!"
Eddy Poe let Vincent Stone's face go, simultaneously giving him a kick to the midsection and pulled his head between his legs. The crowd roared in disapproval as Eddy Poe locked Vincent Stone's arms over his, and grasped his legs, lifting him up into a package hold.
HANSON
"Aw, no!!! NO!! Not this!!! Don't do it, Eddy!!"
REYNOLDS
"You goddamn maniac!!!"
Eddy Poe did, though, as he delivered Enter The Bad Place to Vincent Stone right onto the solid apron of the ring with a sickening THUD of Stone's head on the metal frame. The crowd let out an emphatic 'OHHHHHHHH!!!' as Eddy Poe let Stone fall to the ringside floor and sat there on the apron, laughing.
HANSON
"THAT'S SOLID METAL FRAMING UNDER THAT CANVAS! THERE'S NO PADDING THERE!!!"
REYNOLDS
"I KNOW, YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DROP OPPONENTS ON IT!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"I LOVE VIOLENT MATCHES BUT THAT'S JUST FUCKING BRUTAL!"
Eddy sat on the apron, laughing more as the referee called for him to get back into the ring. Eddy laid back and rolled under the bottom rope, getting up to his feet as he smiled wickedly to the crowd. After a moment of calling for Stone to get back in the ring, the referee shook his head, regretably having to start the count. Inside the ring, Eddy Poe went to go sit in a corner and catch his breath, still laughing to himself as he idly wiped his forehead, smearing more of his facepaint and watched the outside of the ring, waiting to see any sign of his opponent standing up. Outside the ring, Vincent Stone just laid there, holding his head as he stared up at the ceiling lights. For all anyone knew, the crowd calling for him to get up probably sounded like they were a mile away.
HANSON
"Stone's gotta get up or he's gonna get counted out!"
12!
AUGUSTINO
"He doesn't even look like he's all there, Nick!"
13!
REYNOLDS
"Man, he is OUT!"
14!
HANSON
"Referee's at fourteen!!"
Vincent Stone finally began to stir, rolling over onto his stomach and slowly pulling himself up to his feet. He stumbled back into the barricade where fans patted his back and shoulders, urging for him to get back inside the ring and take the fight to Eddy Poe. Vincent Stone blinked his eyes, shaking his head to try and clear it before stepping towards the ring. He got about three steps before he fell forward and back to the floor again to the emphatic cries of the audience. Inside the ring, Eddy Poe started laughing again, seeing his opponent fall.
18!
HANSON
"No!!! Come on, Vin!! Get up!!!"
19!
REYNOLDS
"He's not gonna make it!!"
20!
~DING DING DING~
The crowd boo'ed as Eddy Poe leaned back, cackling at the top of his lungs while "Suffocate" filled the arena. He pulled himself up to his feet, moving to the center so the referee could raise his hand but snatched it away.
ARDEN
"Here is your winner, by countout! The Slasher...EDDY...POOOOOE!!!!"
HANSON
"Well, that's not the outcome we were all hoping to see! A cheap victory!"
AUGUSTINO
"But it's still gonna go down in the books as a win for Eddy Poe and that's two in a row for him."
REYNOLDS
"And you know what? He won his last match by ref stoppage! I don't think this guy gives a fuck about how he wins, just so long as he does!"
HANSON
"Hey wait a minute, guys. Look at this!"
Cutting back to the outside of the ring, the camera caught sight of Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver, hurrying through the crowd. Dressed in street clothes and not carrying her title, Shelley hopped the barricade and went, immediately, to Vincent Stone's side, putting a hand on his back to let him know someone was there. She could be seen mouthing words to him, talking to him as he laid there. The ringside medical staff rushed over to check on him, as The Rebel Forces - Teddy Morse and Chase Evans - and Erin Mercer came rushing from the back as well. Right there with Erin, was Bronwyn Good as the Salem Witch's girlfriend immediately knelt beside her mixed tag team partner and began talking in his ear, fighting back tears of worry until the medical staff were able to get her and the others back to look at him. Meanwhile, Eddy Poe exited the ring and began walking up the ramp, passed the commotion and surveying his damage. Shelley Silver immediately stood up, looking stoically at the chuckling man. More fired up, however, was Teddy Morse as he stepped forward and threw his arms out, only to be stopped by his tag partner Chase Evans.
"You think this makes you hot shit, motherfucker?!" Teddy yelled to Eddy Poe. "Why don't you bring that shit my way?!"
HANSON
"Watch out, now. Teddy Morse - he's a member of The Resistance with Vincent Stone - he's none too happy about seeing his team mate getting deliberately hurt like this."
REYNOLDS
"Kick that psycho's fucking ass, Teddy!"
"Smack that fucking shit off your face, son!"
Morse snapped to Poe as the Slasher turned and walked, dismissively, up the ramp to the stage and towards the back while the med staff continued checking on Vincent Stone during the faded out to a commercial.
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Countout
Time: 19:28
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[MAIN EVENT. Singles Match - Adrianna Salvatore v. Eavan Maloney © ]
The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about ten seconds as the opening of "Are You Ready?" by Disturbed plays.
“ARE YOU READY?”
Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in her Harley Quinn-inspired outfit, now outfitted with her old signature steampunk goggles and poses with one hand raised with devil horns. Her NFW Women’s Title around her waist, she's bouncing on the stage, her arm up in the air, as David Draiman is singing "get up, get up", rallying the crowd up with the entrance.
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
They walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to strangely enough, cheers from the crowd. She removes her title and lifts it to the crowd and yells out “this is for you, Lara!” She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.
“Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be strong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone
Who cannot be preyed upon”
They aren't ready for you to be strong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone
Who cannot be preyed upon”
She asks for a microphone, which has now become a custom in itself ever since winning her championship. She twirls the mic in her hand as she paces around the stage as her music fades off. Crowley standing stoically in the ring, his hands cupped in front of him.
“Well, hasn’t this been a couple of weeks from Hell, hasn’t it? For those of you who haven’t been folllowing, let me give you a bit of a rundown as to what’s happened. It started last week, but if we’re being honest, it started with the day Ashley Marie Chase tried to shatter my knee a few months ago, which is why I’m much less… Unleashed as I used to be?
Truth be told, I was burning out, stressed out the ass and was fading fast, so that injury ended up being a godsend, so Chase, no hard feelings. Hell, no hard feelings with Hybrid either. Eighteen months wasn’t enough to prove what I can do there for those fans, and that’s fine. Every market is different, and I wish the company the best. Quite a few of our roster are over there, and they’re doing what they do. It just wasn’t for me.
So, let’s focus on what IS for me. Avoided surgery, came back to ECWF and reclaimed my United States Title. Walked into this place and second match, beat the Crippler for this title right here. Hell, even went back to my old stomping grounds in WWA where I went something like 45-2 in my first year, with… hate to admit it, Aubrey Cassidy giving me one of those losses in my last match there. Okay, truthfully, I put her over in hopes it would elevate her. Yeah, that was a flop.”
Eavan lowers her head in shame, before bringing it back up with a smirk on her face.
“BUT, let’s talk about more important things, and that’s the events that transpired in the last two weeks. The seven-day hell ride that started with me retaining my TV Title against Lluvia Cane. A great match, got… HAD nothing but respect for Lluvia. And then, under the guise of payback, I got jumped five on one by the Kingdom. Then it was off to a double-shot in LA and Portland where I lost the first round of Christian Kincaid’s tournament to a rookie, who I will give props to finally. Alessandra Esposito could be a hell of a fixture in this business wherever she chooses to land. In LA for WWA, I fought Aubrey again, where I got jumped, AGAIN, by the five members of The Ninja Squad.
Then it was off to Denver for Mile High, where I participated in the Emily Falls battle royal. Fourteen people in the match and while I made it to the final four, I couldn’t get the job done. Following night, it was Miami for ECWF where I took back the United States championship from Sarah Sorlie, before showing up last week in Vancouver.”
The fans, as if on cue, start chanting ‘Warrior’ as Eavan removes her goggles and holds them up.
“And then tragedy struck. My ride-or-die best friend, Lara Blackheart broke. She had to leave the match, and thankfully Adrianna was there to help her, as well as Nico. Nico contacted me later that night to let me know what was happening, and when I was able to recoup enough, I flew out to Chicago to be with her for a couple of days. I can tell you all that while it’ll be slow, Lara is improving a little bit and when she comes back… notice I never said if, I said when… she will be stronger than ever.
Now, I’ve never had the opportunity to hand-pick an opponent before, and it could have been so easy to say ‘give me Jasmine Matthews’ and allow my hatred and rage to guide me, but everything that has happened as of late has made me realize how short and fragile life can be. How we should be lifting people up instead of burying them. So, while I’m sure I’ll get a match with Jasmine down the road whether she wants to fight me or not, I decided to choose a DESERVING opponent, and that is Adrianna Salvatore. She could have chosen to continue fighting for the Women’s World Title, but put her respect and care into making sure Lara was okay and tended to, so in my eyes, she deserves this match.
So, monkeys in the back, Mr. Arden, if you’ll indulge me, I want to do another first and introduce the match. You don’t mind right?”
From the announcers area, Arden motions to Eavan and go ahead. Eavan claps and can’t help but bounce around the ring.
“Yes! Alright… Ladies and Gentlemen, THIS is the MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING! Introducing first, standing at a might four feet and eleven and a half inches tall, and weighing in tonight at one hundred and six pounds… damn taco truck… she is the current and defending New Frontier Women’s Television Champion… Eavan Krigare MA-LONEY!”
The crowd pops as Eavan runs around the ring and leaps into Anton’s shoulders, holding her title over her head. She leaps down and composes herself while still giggling and stands back in the center of the ring.
“And her opponent…”
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.
"On her way to the ring from Brooklyn, New York. Standing five foot eight inches tall and weighing in tonight at one hundred and thirty five pounds. She is the Queen of Anarchy… Adrianna… SALLLLLLVATORE!"
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 and hands it to the timekeeper. Eavan tosses the microphone and walks up to Adrianna, folding the title and showing it to her as Arden would do in championship matches and hands the title off to the timekeeper. Before the bell sounds, Eavan walks back to Adrianna and only audible to the two of them, Eavan tells her ‘this is for Lara, let’s do this’.
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, the main event! The NFW Women's Television Championship on the line!"
REYNOLDS
"Here we go!"
AUGUSTINO
"Let's get it!"
Eavan Maloney, the champion and Adrianna Salvatore, the challenger circled the mat in the center of the ring, watching each other intently. Both women knew what the other was capable of. After a few seconds of circling, both women stopped and paused to shake hands before they got too far ahead of themselves. A round of applause sounded throughout the audience as Eavan and Adrianna went back into their ready poses again. This time, they stepped in and locked up, collar and elbow. The two jarred for position, trying to show dominance. In regards to physical power, this obviously went to the 5'8 Adrianna, over the 4'11.5 Eavan as the taller and broader woman gave the petite little blonde a shove backwards to demonstrate her power. Eavan stumbled back, catching herself as a low din came from the audience. Eavan stared at Adrianna who gave her a small, challenging smile and just slightly raised her arms up to the side and motioned for her - 'well? C'mon, let's go.' Eavan slowly smiled, seemingly ready to enjoy the challenge of someone who was clearly stronger than her, more than anything. She stepped back into the center of the ring and circled again with her challenger.
REYNOLDS
"I don't think Eavan wants to play the power game with Adrianna, guys."
AUGUSTINO
"All the respect to the champ, but I don't think so, either. That's a battle, I think, that the Queen of Anarchy's gonna win, every time."
Eavan and Adrianna circled the mat again, stepping in for a second lockup. This time, Eavan pushed with all of her might. Adrianna went back a step before pushing forward and rather quickly powered Eavan back into the ropes. The referee immediately stepped in trying to break them apart before starting the count. She got to two before Adrianna opened her hands and eased up on the tieup, raising her arms and giving a clean break. Another round of applause from the crowd as Adrianna stepped back to give Eavan room. The defending champion looked out of the ring at Anton Crowley for a moment. Her fiance just nodded, reassuringly with an amused smirk on his face. Eavan was smirking back as if to say 'oh this is gonna be fun!' She looked back to Adrianna with a dark, excited smile on her face, licking her teeth. Adrianna smirked back, bringing up a hand to beck Eavan in again. 'Let's go.' Eavan and Adrianna stepped in again. Adrianna looked ready for a third collar and elbow tieup before she looked to change her mind. In a 'how about this, instead' manner, opened her hand out and held it low for Eavan to grab. The Demon Warrior cautiously stepped in and locked fingers with the Queen of Anarchy. Both women gripped tightly as Adrianna raised her other hand up for Eavan to reach and take hold of with her other hand.
HANSON
"Gonna go for a different setup, here, it looks like. Salvatore clearly has the power advantage. You would think that Maloney wouldn't let herself get lured into a third test of strength against her."
AUGUSTINO
"She might have a little trick up her sleeve, Nic---yup! There we go!"
As Eavan started to reach up for Adrianna's other hand, she changed quickly and hit Adrianna with a boot right to the midsection. Eavan followed up, using her free arm to land a forearm shot to the jaw. Next, she moved under Adrianna's arm and twisted it into an armlock. Given that it was the right arm, Adrianna visibly grimaced a little as this was her 'weaker' arm, due to the shoulder. Eavan clearly knew this from studying and began laying overhead forearms down on Adrianna's shoulder. Eavan got a few good blows in before Adrianna grew fed up with the position she was in and managed to twist back out of it, releasing the tension on her shoulder. She was also able to rotate her wrist within Eavan's grip and grab hold of Eavan so she couldn't escape by simply letting go, and yanked Eavan in, going for a shortarm clothesline. Eavan ducked underneath but didn't try to escape Adrianna's grasp. Instead, she went for a scissorhold, armdrag and flipped Adrianna over right into an armbar. Adrianna immediately rolled her body towards, Eavan with her momentum to avoid being put into a submission hold and fixed Eavan's legs up over her shoulders. Holding onto her arm, Eavan tried to transition into an early triangle hold but Adrianna lifted her up, looking like she was going for a powerbomb but Eavan released her wrist and threw herself back, delivering a hurricanrana to the bigger woman. Adrianna rolled with it, across the mat and came up onto one knee, rolling her shoulder to nurse the soreness out of it. The two women looked at each other, equally impressed while the crowd cheered and applauded for what was already turning out to be a spectacle between these two.
AUGUSTINO
"Look at that!"
HANSON
"These two are ready for each other!"
REYNOLDS
"Yes they are!"
Eavan and Adrianna both got to their feet and moved to the center of the ring, again. Again, they circled the mat but this time they began to trade kicks. Feinting mostly and testing each other's reflexes. Adrianna feigned a lunge forward but Eavan barely looked ready to take it. When she saw it was a feint, she hopped on the balls of her feet, grinning in excitement at how close the start of this match was. Again, Adrianna lunged in but this time it was for real. However, the Queen of Anarchy slipped behind Eavan and caught her in a waist lock. Eavan blocked an attempt at a German Suplex with her leg and hopped up, wrapping her legs around Adrianna's waist and tucked herself forward, rolling Adrianna up on the mat into a forward rollup.
ONE!!
TW--KICKOUT!!
HANSON
"No! Too early for a cover! Not even a two count!"
Eavan got launched forward from the kickout, pivoting into the ropes. As she did, Adrianna rolled right over into a dropdown but Eavan jumped over her and crossed the ring. As she came back, Adrianna leapfrogged over her and ran off the ropes as well, while Eavan came off of them on the other side. The two collided, going into a double shoulder block. Only, Adrianna stood standing and Eavan hit the mat like she ran right into a wall. Adrianna picked Eavan up by her arm and Irish Whipped her right into the corner, coming in right behind her for a fast, hard hitting back splash. Eavan reeled from the hard hit and started to slump but Adrianna wasn't letting up, just yet. Adrianna delivered a snapmare and followed right up with a stiff soccer kick. Her kickpad across Eavan's back caused a loud SMACK sound, and Adrianna pushed the Demon Warrior down to the mat and hooked the leg, pressing her forearm down across her chest to help pin her shoulders better.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
HANSON
"And Maloney's gonna kick out, as well!"
AUGUSTINO
"This match is getting good, boys!"
REYNOLDS
"Fuck yeah, it is!"
HANSON
"Women's TV Championship is on the line, folks!"
REYNOLDS
"Pretty sure they know that, Nicky."
Adrianna picked Eavan up to her feet again. This time, Eavan began to fight against whatever the larger woman was going for, delivering shots to the midsection. Adrianna reeled some but stopped Eavan's onslaught with a stiff European Uppercut, knocking her back into the corner. She quickly followed up, grabbing Eavan by the arm and Irish Whipped her into the opposite corner. As Adrianna came running in, however, Eavan kicked her feet up and floated over her opponent while she ran chest first into the turnbuckle. Thinking quick on her feet, Eavan came in a for a jumping knee to the ribs and followed right up with a monkey flip, sending Adrianna out of the corner and onto her back. Finally, Eavan jumped right up onto the middle turnbuckle and hit a stunning moonsault that brought her right down into a cover on Adrianna, again.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Adrianna shoved Eavan off of her, still with plenty of energy and power in her to move the champion around like a child. As she got to her feet, she stepped back and got into position, prepping her foot as Adrianna started to get to her feet. Eavan was obviously preparing for a Chick Kick but once Adrianna was in position, Eavan threw out her leg only for it to be caught by her target. She didn't have much time to register as Adrianna wasted no time in lifting her leg up and delivering a leg trapped belly to belly overhead suplex. Eavan hit the mat and immediately rolled out of the ring to regain her bearings.
HANSON
"Maloney looks like she's got her hands full with this one, folks!"
REYNOLDS
"Yeah, no kidding! The Queen of Anarchy might see gold in her career again, very soon!"
AUGUSTINO
"Mad respect to Adrianna Salvatore, guys, I mean fuck. Look at her. Mmh! But I think you're selling my bud Eavan short!"
HANSON
"Oh, absolutely not, Miranda! I know very well that Eavan's capable of mounting a comeback, no matter who it's against! I've done some studying up on her time before NFW! She's got her bag of tricks!"
REYNOLDS
"She better pull one out quick, 'cause here comes Salvatore! LOOK OUT!!!"
As Eavan Maloney cleared her head and started turning back towards the ring, Adrianna Salvatore ran off the ropes, sprinting across in just a few large steps before she came diving through the ropes and SLAMMING into Eavan Maloney with a suicide dive! Both women went CRASHING into the barricade, so hard, that section broke loose and fell over underneath them. The audience nearby enough to see it up close went absolutely insane, yelling and jumping up and down, excitedly at the level of intensity these two women were competing at. Both women laid sprawled out on the floor with Adrianna rolling off of Eavan, clutching her right shoulder. Eavan, meanwhile, clutched her right knee, which she evidently took a hit on during the insane tumble both she and Adrianna took.
HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!
REYNOLDS
"Holy shit is right! They broke the barricade!"
HANSON
"Well that barricade isn't exactly made for that kind of impact but still something to see!"
AUGUSTINO
"These girls gotta get up! They're gonna get counted out!"
As the referee's count began to climb passed ten, both woman stirred and struggled to try and get up to their feet. Adrianna was the first up, but instead of simply going for the ring, she reached down and pulled Eavan up to her feet, walking the woman over and throwing her back in the ring ahead of her before sliding in behind her. As soon as Eavan was in the ring, she rolled up to her feet, stepping gingerly on her right foot as she turned towards Adrianna. As soon as Adrianna was up and in position - SMACK!!! Eavan landed a Chick Kick right across the side of Adrianna's head. Her head and upper body snapped around before the woman crumpled to the mat and Eavan fell over her for a pin attempt.
ONE!!
TWO!!
But Adrianna KICKED OUT again!! As she rolled over onto her stomach, however and went to get up, Eavan Maloney scrambled forward and threw her hands up around her chin from behind, locking in the Krigare Lock as she pressed her weight down on her back to keep her in place!! Fans on Eavan's side of the match began cheering, calling for their pick to win to really lock the move in. The other half of the crowd jeered and called for Adrianna to fight out of it as the raven haired woman cried out in pain through clenched teeth and reached for the ropes. Eavan continued to pull back on Adrianna's neck, adding extra pressure to the Krigare Lock as the challenger tried dragging herself and the champion over to the ropes.
REYNOLDS
"She's not gonna make it!!"
AUGUSTINO
"She might not!"
REYNOLDS
"She can't do it!"
HANSON
"Never tell Adrianna Salvatore she can't do anything!"
As if on cue, Adrianna Salvatore ended up dragging herself and Eavan Maloney close enough to the ropes that her hand shot out and grabbed the bottom rope, prompting the referee to call for the break. Eavan continued to hold on until the referee started the count and got to four. When she finally let go, she got to her feet, pulling Adrianna up with her and setup for a Saito Suplex. As she went for the lift, however, she immediately set Adrianna back down as the pain in her right knee was still fresh. As soon as she Adrianna go, the challenger turned and grabbed ahold of her, immediately setting up for what had to be the Ground Zero. Eavan blocked with her leg and went for a counter vertical suplex but her leg acted up on her again and it allowed Adrianna to drop down behind her and throw a hand around her neck, pulling Eavan right down into a rear naked choke. Now it was time for Adrianna's side of the crowd to start going wild.
HANSON
"COLD EMBRACE!! THE COLD EMBRACE!!! THAT'S IT!!!! MALONEY MIGHT BE TAPPIN' OR NAPPIN' HERE!!"
REYNOLDS
"You know anyone who's gotten out of this hold, Nicky?!"
HANSON
"Not many!"
AUGUSTINO
"Let's see if Eavan can be one that does!!"
Luckily for Eavan, this hold obviously allowed more maneuverability of the body as she started kicking her legs around to turn her body towards the ropes. Ending up underneath Adrianna, both women parallel to the ropes, Eavan was able to reach out and grab the bottom to prompt the break. Just like Eavan had, Adrianna waited until four until she let go of her neck and rolled away to let her up. As Eavan started pulling herself up on the middle rope, Adrianna got to her feet, panting in exhaustion as she stepped in again and threw the Cold Embrace right back onto her opponent! This time, however, she pulled her away from the ropes and transitioned it into a Sleeper Suplex. The sheer impact of the move dropped Eavan right on her head and neck, and she rolled right up through the momentum, onto her knees before falling face down into the mat. Adrianna crawled over, exhausted and rolled Eavan over for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR--!!
AUGUSTINO
"OHHHHHHHH!!! ALMOST!!!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"HOOOOOOLY CRAAAAAP!!!!"
WAR-RI-OR!!
WAR-RI-OR!!
WAR-RI-OR!!
WAR-RI-OR!!
HANSON
"The Women's TV Champion is STILL alive in this match!!!!"
Adrianna fell back in exhaustion, clenching her fists in frustration as she pulled herself to her feet and crossed the ring away from Eavan. Pushing her hair out of her face, she hunched down and turned to watch as Anton circled the ring and attempted to talk Eavan 'back down to Earth.' He also looked to be trying to warn his fiance that Adrianna was clearly looking for the MOAB Launch. The camera jumped back to Adrianna who hunched down, poised like a bull ready to charge with a fearsome looking sneer on her face.
REYNOLDS
"We know what she's looking for, guys! If she hits this, it might be over!"
AUGUSTINO
"MOAB. Ground Zero. New champion. You could be right, Jimbo!"
REYNOLDS
"Watch it with the fucking, Jimbo!"
HANSON
"Eavan looks like she's coming back around!"
Pulling herself to her feet on the ropes, across the ring, Eavan rubbed her eyes and shook her head, clearing her senses. Finally, she stepped away from the ropes...she turned around...Adrianna charged in at full speed...and WHAM!!!! Eavan Maloney dug deep and stepped right in, catching her charging opponent with a hellacious looking LA Makeover!!!!! Adrianna rebounded back from the impact, landing on her back and following through until she stopped on her stomach.
HANSON
"MAKEOVER!!! MAKEOVER!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"L.A MAKEOVER!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"HOW THE HELL DID SHE PULL THAT OFF?!?!"
HANSON
"MALONEY JUST DUG DEEP AND PULLED OUT ALL THE STOPS!!!!"
After the L.A Makeover, Eavan Maloney laid there on her back, a few feet across the ring from where Adrianna laid on her stomach, looking completely out. Eyes closed. Possibly unconscious. Eavan realized the situation and finally started crawling over towards her opponent. The reaction was mixed with cheers and jeers as Eavan crawled towards Adrianna. When she finally reached her, she crawled into her, using her own weight to push Adrianna over onto her back and draped her body over hers.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--!!
BUT ADRIANNA'S SHOULDER SHOT UP!!!!! The entire crowd roared in amazement at the resiliency of the challenger. Eavan Maloney rolled off of her and over to one corner where she started pulling herself up. Adrianna grabbed the ropes and began pulling herself to her feet, slowly and weakly. A jump in camera angles showed the glazed look in Adrianna's eyes that said her body was likely just moving on autopilot and she wasn't even fully aware of what she was doing. She probably couldn't even hear the audience cheering--
AN-AR-CHY!
AN-AR-CHY!
AN-AR-CHY!
AN-AR-CHY!
Once both women were on their feet, Adrianna Salvatore stumbled towards Eavan Maloney and fed her a stiff forearm to the jaw. The crowd reacted emphatically as Eavan reeled, stumbling back. She came right back in, though, and answered with a chop to Adrianna’s chest. An audible SLAP sounded as the chop went right through the fishnet portion of her top. Adrianna hissed, clutching her chest as Eavan called back for a return. She got it in the form of a chop from Adrianna across Eavan’s own chest. This one really sang to the crowd as Eavan almost fell to her knees. Eavan answered back with a chop. Adrianna gave her another chop back. Eavan answered back with a forearm, this time. Adrianna gave her own forearm to Eavan. Forearms was where he stayed as the two women began to furiously trade shots back and forth. Finally Eavan went for a discus forearm but Adrianna turned and side stepped out of the way to make Eavan go passed her. She stepped in and jumped just as Eavan turned and caught her with a POPPING bicycle knee to the side of the head, delivering the--
HANSON
“HELL’S BELLS!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“YOU HEAR THAT SHIT?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Sounded like a gunshot!!!”
REYNOLDS
“This is gonna be it!!”
Adrianna slumped to one knee immediately after the Hell’s Bells. Eavan staggered and dropped to all fours. Adrianna hastily pulled herself up to her feet and pulled Eavan to her feet, setting her up in a suplex hold. The crowd gave a mixed reaction as Adrianna had Eavan set up for the Ground Zero. As she popped her into the air, however, and sent her flipping, Eavan managed to put some extra turn in her body and came down, catching Adrianna around the head, dragging her down into a counter-DDT!! The impact SNAPPED Adrianna right back up onto her knees before she fell forward and laid barely moving.
HANSON
“SHE COUNTERED IT!!!! SHE COUNTERED IT!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“CHIIIINGAAAAAA!!!!”
Eavan wasn’t ready to capitalize just yet, however as she quickly looked around at the crowd and nodded that it was time for something. As quickly as she could, Eavan pulled Adrianna to her feet but stood over her head, hooking her arms up behind her. The crowd. Went. NUTS!!!
REYNOLDS
“Hey, wait a minute!!! What’s she doing?! That’s not the LA Makeover!!”
HANSON
“Jim, if I’m not seeing things, then that looks like the---”
Eavan hopped off her feet, coming down onto her knees and driving Adrianna’s face into the mat.
AUGUSTINO
“COMA WHITE!!!!!!!!”
HANSON
“EAVAN MALONEY HITS LARA BLACKHEARTS COMA WHITE ON ADRIANNA SALVATORE!!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!!!”
REYNOLDS
“SHE SAID SHE HAD A SURPRISE FOR LARA TONIGHT!!!”
The referee went down for the pinfall as Eavan rolled Adrianna over and cuddled her.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!!! Aaaaaaand STILL...NFW WOMEN’S TELEVISION CHAMPION!!! EAVAAAAAAAN MAAAAAALOOOONEEEEEEEEY!!!”
HANSON
“And Eavan Maloney has successfully defended her championship against Adrianna Salvatore! That’s quite a victory!”
AUGUSTINO
“Some might say Adrianna is the toughest woman in the NFW locker room. Eavan definitely has a right to feel good about this!”
As “Are You Ready?” played throughout the arena, Eavan Maloney celebrated her win with her title in hand and Anton showering her with love and adoration. As Adrianna Salvatore started to get to her feet, however, Eavan put the celebration on hold and knelt down in front of the woman. They exchanged a few inaudible words before Eavan threw her arms around Adrianna in a tight hug. Swallowing the pain of loss, Adrianna hugged Eavan - who could honestly be considered her new friend - right back. Adrianna had more words for Eavan that the camera didn’t pick up but she was seen pointing to the title belt and then Eavan with a nod. Eavan nodded with a teary smile and hugged the title against herself. Adrianna stood up with her and raised her arm in the air, herself before leaving her the ring to continue her celebration. Adrianna turned and began making her way up the ramp then.
HANSON
“Humble in defeat, but you gotta believe that stings a little.”
AUGUSTINO
“I have to feel for Adrianna. She’s a former Women’s World Champion but she’s had somewhat of a bad run lately, guys. She’s kinda been racking up losses in matches where a win really matters.”
REYNOLDS
“I know exactly what you mean. It just seems like she’s been---”
HANSON
“Hey wait a minute!!!! What’s Scary Cherry doing out here?!”
The crowd booed in surprise as Cherry Addams came running out from behind the curtain just as Adrianna Salvatore reached the top of the stage and was watching the ring. Cherry Addams grabbed Adrianna by the back of the neck and ran her right into the stage wall as hard as she could. She quickly followed up with an array of knees and forearms, really laying into Adrianna as hard as she could. When she finally let up and it looked like she was done, Cherry stepped away from her target, motioning to herself to the crowd.
“Is this what I gotta do? Huh?! Is this what I gotta do?!”
HANSON
“What the hell is she talking about?! Why is Cherry Addams doing this?!”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t know!”
REYNOLDS
“She’s not done yet!”
As Adrianna started getting back up, Cherry took a running charge at her and leaped up, delivering a devastating Lamb To Slaughter!! Cherry slammed right into Adrianna and knocked her hard back into the wall, before the woman finally crumpled down.
HANSON
“LAMB TO SLAUGHTER!!!! MY GOD!!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“RIGHT AGAINST THE STAGE WALL!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“I DON’T GET IT!! WHY?!”
As Cherry stood over Adrianna and leaned down, she pointed a finger, gesturing to the downed woman. Before she could get a word out, however, the crowd went into a deafening pop and Cherry turned to her right to see Eavan Maloney booking it up the ramp. Also, coming through the curtain was The Unwanted. Mia Hayashi, Shelley Silver and Angel Kusanagi came rushing at the woman, all with looks of murder on their faces! Cherry Addams turned, ran and literally jumped off of the stage, landing on a stack of tables before hopping down again onto the floor and booked it, laughing, through the back. Mia, Shelley and Eavan all knelt down around Adrianna while Angel followed Cherry down and gave chase after the woman. Referees and EMTs came to check on Adrianna to make sure she was alright.
AUGUSTINO
“Guys, I hope Adrianna’s okay! That was nuts!”
REYNOLDS
“Hell yeah, it was!”
HANSON
“Well that certainly was but it seems this isn’t over! We’ve got Angel Kusanagi giving chase to Cherry Addams! Let’s see if we can catch up!”
The camera angle jumped to the backstage area where staff were getting ready to take things apart. Other members of the roster were either on their way out with their bags or were watching the screens that showed the matches, murmuring about what just went down. In the distance, Angel Kusanagi was seen running towards the camera. Full ring gear, plus an Unwanted t-shirt on over her top. She runs right up to the camera and stops to look around and catch her breath. She looks all around her, glaring at everyone and everything around her. But Cherry Addams is simply gone.
REYNOLDS
“The fuck did Scary Cherry go?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Looks like she gave Angel the slip!”
HANSON
“We better get some answers for this! So long, folks!”
The credits roll as the screen fades to black….
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Pinfall
Time: 28:18
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Match Winners
Match #1. Anton Crowley def. Jason Goodnight
Match #2. Heidi def. Aurora Luna
Match #3. Turn-It-Up Express def. The Frightners
Match #4. River Chance def. Aurora Riley
Match #5. Wyld Stallion def. Chris Wolfe to become the NEW NFW TV Champion
Match #6. Jasmine Matthews def. Starlight
Match #7. Eddy Poe def. Vincent Stone
Match #8. Eavan Maloney def. Adrianna Salvatore to retain the NFW Women’s TV Championship
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Match Writers
Match #1. Anton Crowley v. Jason Goodnight written by FireAndIce
Match #2. Heidi v. Aurora Luna written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #3. Turn-It-Up Express v. The Frightners written by FireAndIce
Match #4. River Chance v. Aurora Riley written by Sativa Nevaeh
Match #5. Wyld Stallion v. Chris Wolfe written by Steinn
Match #6. Jasmine Matthews v. Starlight written by FireAndIce
Match #7. Eddy Poe v. Vincent Stone written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #8. Eavan Maloney v. Adrianna Salvatore written by Commissioner Steven Brody
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Commentary Written By Commissioner Steven Brody
