Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 25, 2019 13:01:55 GMT -8
The camera cuts to the inside of the RimRock Auto Arena in Billings, Montana where the audience is completely electrified and amped up for tonight’s show. T-shirts, face paint and even stuffed figures of the NFW roster are seen - think of the old Wrestling Buddies toys - as the camera takes in the screaming crowd with their merch and signs being held up.
HEY SKINNER! MY GRANDMA CAN BEAT YOU UP!
MAX FOR DAREDEVIL MCU!
I CAME TO KICK ASS AND CHEW BUBBLEGUM
~Sign Flip~
AND I’M ALL OUT OF BUBBLEGUM!
ADRIANNA CAN KICK MY ASS AND THAT TURNS ME ON!
HELLOOOOOOO LADIES!
And the crowd chant fills the arena….
NFW!
NFW!
NFW!
NFW!
Finally, the camera comes across the announce table. Nick Hanson, dressed in a clean grey suit, sits in between Jim Reynolds in his black wardrobe of jeans, a t-shirt, Italian boots and a leather jacket and Miranda Augustino, wearing tight blue jeans that hug low on her hips, sandals, a strapless white blouse and her own leather jacket. Jim has his sunglasses. Miranda has her coffee. Nick has his smile.
HANSON
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to NFW Collision! I’m Nick Hanson, here with my broadcast partners, the lovely Miranda Augustino--”
Miranda playfully puts a hand to her heart and gives a sly, flattered smile to Nick.
HANSON
“--and the ever so controversial, Jim Reynolds!”
Jim sits in his chair, boots kicked up on the table. He doesn’t even look at the camera. Instead, he’s staring at his phone but he raises a middle finger to the camera. Nick rolls his eyes and thumbs to Jim as if to say ‘see?’ When Nick’s focuses on the camera again, Jim licks his finger and wet willies Nick without looking away from his phone. Nick reacts, flailing in disgust.
HANSON
“JIM!!”
REYNOLDS
“Sup, Nicky? We gonna get this show underway, or what?”
HANSON
“Of course we are! Miranda, would you like to do the honors?”
AUGUSTINO
“Just one big flatterer, tonight, Nick! I’d love to!”
HANSON
“Take it away, then!”
AUGUSTINO
“What’s up, bitches?! Hope you’re ready for some kickass fucking action!Y’all know we’ve got both TV titles on the line! Heidi and Jag’hatai D’habi are tonight’s challengers! Are Eavan Maloney and Wyld Stallion gonna retain their straps, or are we looking at two new champions after tonight? They’re gonna beat the fucking shit out of each other! On top of that, Brittany Hayes is gonna be finally debuting! She’ll be taking on Adrianna Salvatore in a No Holds Barred match. That one oughta be good!”
REYNOLDS
“That one’s gonna be a goddamn massacre! This is unfair to Britt!”
AUGUSTINO
“How so?”
REYNOLDS
“Savannah Hayes only booked her against Adrianna Salvatore because she joined The Kingdom!”
HANSON
“Now that’s not it. Brittany Hayes said some things that were questionable about her sister’s personal life. Do I agree with booking her in this match because of that? Not at all. It’s kinda questionable.”
REYNOLDS
“Like an abuse of power, Nicky!”
AUGUSTINO
“Chill out, Jimbo. I gotta run down the rest of this card!”
REYNOLDS
“Don’t call me Jimbo!”
AUGUSTINO
“We’re also gonna see Eddy Poe in action, again! Remember he’s basically sidelined two individuals in a row. We haven’t seen or heard from Kyle Smalls and Vincent Stone is undergoing concussion rehab after last week. Tonight, The Slasher’s taking on Wild Boy, Teddy Morse of The Rebel Forces. Stable member to Vincent Stone within The Resistance. We’ve got more where that came from! We’ve got Angel Kusanagi taking on Cherry Addams. Cherry attacked Adrianna Salvatore last week, Angel wants some payback for her friend. It’s like an episode of revenge! Because in our main event, we got Ethan Skinner facing the Number One Contender, Max LeBrun. Max called him irrelevant in last week’s interview. Ethan didn’t take too kindly to it. Bam! Main event, bitches! We’re also gonna see Shelley Silver versus Dona Rotten and Bronwyn Good versus Mia Hayashi. I’m excited for both! I think Nicky and Jimbo are, too!”
HANSON
“Absolutely!”
REYNOLDS
“I said don’t call me, Jimb---”
AUGUSTINO
“Let’s get this party started, bitches!”
The camera cuts to the ring....
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[Match #1. Singles Match - Ice v. Sammi Belmont]
Inside the ring, Roger Arden fixes his tie and smiles handsomely, raising the microphone up.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen! Thefollowing contest is your opening match and i scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
The arena goes dark. During the opening of the song, the video wall comes to life with the camera sweeping over a lush, green, grassy field. As the camera swings upward, it brings into frame a stunning sunset over the horizon. Standing at the edge of a cliff, over the ocean, in the video is Sammi Belmont. Dressed in her ring gear, she stares out over the ocean with her flat bill cap facing forward - the bill over her eyes.
I wanna be the very best
Like no one ever was
To catch them is my real test
To train them is my cause
Here, in the song, Sammi turns her baseball cap backwards and Shooting Star Presses herself off of the cliff, sailing headfirst towards the ocean below. Intercut with her fall, are highlight clips of her on the U.K indy circuit. The doll faced little girl is seen hitting insane spots from turnbuckles, ladders and high spots. In the fall portion of the video, Sammi holds a smile as she spreads her arms, making her fall look as stylish as possible, pinning her arms to her side to increase her velocity.
I will travel across the land
Searching far and wide
Teach Pokemon to understand
The power that’s inside
Sammi’s fall continues as she rotates herself to come down feet first. Inside the arena, the lights flash with multiple colors in the darkness. At the 0:33 mark, Sammi is finally seen in the arena itself, coming down on a cable harness, and landing in a stylish crouch in the middle of the center.
Pokemon, (Gotta catch them all)
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny (Pokemon)
Oh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
(Pokemon, gotta catch them all)
A heart so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
(Pokemon)
Gotta catch 'em all
Gotta catch 'em all
Yeah
ARDEN
"About to make her way to the ring: from Blackpool, Lancashire, England! SAMMIIIIIIIIII BELMOOOOOOOOOOONT!!!"
Looking up at the crowd with her flight goggles over her eyes, she smiles, rocking her head with her music as she stands and starts making her way down the ramp, happily greeting the audience with high fives and fist bumps. Sammi runs up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. She dabs and moonsaults off of the turnbuckle, landing with a nod of self approval as she moves to her corner and starts removing her gear.
I wanna be the very best
Like no one ever was
To catch them is my real test
To train them is my cause
Here, in the song, Sammi turns her baseball cap backwards and Shooting Star Presses herself off of the cliff, sailing headfirst towards the ocean below. Intercut with her fall, are highlight clips of her on the U.K indy circuit. The doll faced little girl is seen hitting insane spots from turnbuckles, ladders and high spots. In the fall portion of the video, Sammi holds a smile as she spreads her arms, making her fall look as stylish as possible, pinning her arms to her side to increase her velocity.
I will travel across the land
Searching far and wide
Teach Pokemon to understand
The power that’s inside
Sammi’s fall continues as she rotates herself to come down feet first. Inside the arena, the lights flash with multiple colors in the darkness. At the 0:33 mark, Sammi is finally seen in the arena itself, coming down on a cable harness, and landing in a stylish crouch in the middle of the center.
Pokemon, (Gotta catch them all)
It's you and me
I know it's my destiny (Pokemon)
Oh, you're my best friend
In a world we must defend
(Pokemon, gotta catch them all)
A heart so true
Our courage will pull us through
You teach me and I'll teach you
(Pokemon)
Gotta catch 'em all
Gotta catch 'em all
Yeah
ARDEN
"About to make her way to the ring: from Blackpool, Lancashire, England! SAMMIIIIIIIIII BELMOOOOOOOOOOONT!!!"
Looking up at the crowd with her flight goggles over her eyes, she smiles, rocking her head with her music as she stands and starts making her way down the ramp, happily greeting the audience with high fives and fist bumps. Sammi runs up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. She dabs and moonsaults off of the turnbuckle, landing with a nod of self approval as she moves to her corner and starts removing her gear.
“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play as white light fills the arena. Once the drum beat kicks in, out walks Ice with a white jacket and a hood covering her head. As the song picks up, Ice removes the hood and Fire joins her at her side. Ice makes her way down to the ring, very focused on her task.
ARDEN
“Her opponent!! Being accompanied to the ring by Fire!!! From Asheville, North Carolina! She is one half of the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! IIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCEEEEEE!!!!!!!”
Once she hits the ring, she uses the steps to make her way up into the ring. She then climbs the turnbuckles as she removes her jacket, tossing it down to Fire before jumping off and standing in the ring.
~DING DING DING~
Ice and Sammi are in the ring as their tag team partners are seen standing on the outside in their respective corners as the bell sounds. Ice extends a hand out to Sammi who looks for a moment before walking up to her opponent and the two shake hands before backing away and circling the ring. The two then walk in and lock up, Ice being the first to break the hold by going behind Sammi and simply picking her up and then taking her down to the mat before she transitions into a chin lock. Sammi struggles and tries to break free and after a little work, finally does so, but as soon as she breaks free, Ice is there to grab Sammi and take her down by picking the ankle and dropping her once again face first into the mat. Ice maintains her grip of Sammi’s ankle and stands up, trying for an ankle lock, but Sammi is quick to roll onto her back and push Ice off with her free leg. Ice hits the ropes and as she comes off them, Sammi is back to her feet and she hits Ice with a standing dropkick. Ice hits the mat and Sammi is quickly up to her feet. Sammi takes this opportunity to get a running start and deliver a running shooting star press and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sammi then picks Ice up and tries to send her into the corner, but Ice reverses and sends Sammi in instead. Sammi hits the turnbuckles and Ice comes charging in, looking for a splash, but Sammi gets her boots up hits the woman in the face causing Ice to stumble back. Sammi hops up to the second turnbuckle and launches herself, taking Ice down with a diving crossbody and following it up senton splash before going for yet another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sammi gets back up to her feet and as she does, Fire reaches in and grabs Ice by the arm and pulls her out to the floor and she begins talking over strategy with her partner. The two are outside talking, giving Ice a breather, but that doesn’t last very long as Sammi is seen diving through the air and taking both women down with springboard corkscrew plancha. The women crash to the floor as the crowd cheers for Sammi who grabs Ice and sends her back into the ring. Sammi looks to follow in, but as the ref is checking on Ice, Fire is back up to her feet and she grabs Sammi and sends her face first into the ring post. It’s at this point, Kat is rushing over to try and confront Fire, but the ref notices and tells her to get back into her own corner as Fire just stands there taunting Kat to come and get her.
HANSON
“Aw, now this isn’t right!”
REYNOLDS
“This is teamwork, Nicky!”
AUGUSTINO
“I thought they said the Kingdom never interfered with each other’s matches?!”
REYNOLDS
“Well, this is also Fire and Ice. You gotta have the perfect balance.”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, shut up, Jimbo.”
REYNOLDS
“Hey!”
Ice now rolls out of the ring and grabs Sammi and rolls her back into the ring. Sammi who is next to the ring post still, is dragged over to it where Ice grabs the woman by the legs and puts Sammi in a figure four around the ring post. Sammi screams in pain and the ref immediately begins his five count. At the count of four, Ice releases the hold and then grabs Sammi by the left leg and pulls it out before driving it against the ring post. She does this three more times to a chorus of boos before rolling back into the ring and Fire clapping for her partner. Ice pulls Sammi out of the corner and once again grabs the woman by the legs. Ice takes the legs and locks in another figure four.
HANSON
“And there’s the figure four again! It’s legal now! Belmont’s gonna have to get out of it or make it to the ropes!”
REYNOLDS
“Or tap! One of the two!”
Sammi yells out in pain as the ref asks her if she wants to quit. Sammi yells out no, but Ice presses up with her arms creating more pressure on the legs as Sammi’s shoulders fall to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
The ref once again asks Sammi if she wants to give it up, but she still refuses to. Ice continues putting pressure on Sammi’s legs as she keeps the woman locked in the hold. Sammi now starts to rock her hips, trying to roll onto her stomach to reverse the pressure of the hold.
HANSON
“She’s gotta do something fast!”
AUGUSTINO
“I think she is, Nick! She’s trying to roll over!”
HANSON
“It’ll reverse the pressure of that hold!”
REYNOLDS
“Ice’ll be in trouble!”
Sammi keeps trying, each time she gets a little closer to reversing the hold and after four attempts, finally gets onto her stomach and reverses the pressure of the hold onto Ice! Ice now is the one screaming in pain as she scrambles to the bottom rope and forces the hold to be broken. Sammi clutches at her legs as the crowd begins chanting for her, trying to get her back into the match. Ice makes it up to her feet and as she does, Fire hops up to the ring apron and starts yelling at Ice to finish the match. Ice nods and listens to Fire’s words, but she’s cut short as Kat has finally come over and yanks Fire down off the apron before dropping Fire with a Rage Quit to the floor. Ice stands there, watching all of this take place and as she’s distracted, Sammi comes over and grabs Ice, rolling her up into a school boy.
HANSON
“Wait a minute!! Rollup! Rollup!”
REYNOLDS
“She’s got the tights!”
AUGUSTINO
“She does not, Jimbo! Shut up!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Sammi immediately rolls out of the ring where Kat is waiting for her and the ref gets out of the ring, raising Sammi’s hand as Ice is in the ring stunned that she was just beat and Fire looks up from the floor furious at everything that had just happened in the closing moments of the match. The two women walk up the ramp and Kat looks Fire in the eyes and does the championship motion around her waist to tell the duo they were coming for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Titles.
HANSON
“Look at that!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhh ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!!”
HANSON
“Look-At-That!”
AUGUSTINO
“I think the little gamers want some gold, boys!”
REYNOLDS
“They can’t challenge for the belts off that win! They need to beat them in a tag team bitch!”
AUGUSTINO
“We know that Jim, but a victory over half the team in a singles match says they just might be able to do it!”
Winner: Sammi Belmont
Result: Pinfall
Time: 13:58
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Collision returns and we see outside the RimRock Auto Arena, she is sitting on the hood of a truck with a backwards baseball cap on, torn up jeans and a black Blackcraft tank top. She is staring up at the blue sky for a second as her legs dangle off the hood of the truck as she leaned back on her elbows.
"Eavan Maloney... I beat her last time... I can do it again, right? I mean I know that the Eavan I am facing tonight is a different woman than the one I fought last time. She has evolved, become more dangerous and she's won lots and lots of matches between then and now."
She finally looks down at the camera, sitting up straight. Deep down she had butterflies in her stomach, she was nervous about the match for some reason. Maybe because she was friends with Eavan or maybe because she was finally having a chance to win gold again.
"But I am not the same either. I have traveled and had wars all over the country since then. I have grown as a wrestler and I am a bit more mature too I like to think. I don't get AS frustrated as I used to in the ring... "
She had always had anger issue but she was trying to be better. Heidi jumps off the front of the truck, adjusting her top as she starts to wander through the parking lot slowly towards the huge building.
"Last time we fought though I did take a belt off her though. You know a little voice in the back of her head is telling her that over and over no matter how confiedent she may say she is. There is some doubt. I am in her head even if she isn't scared or intimidated by me. There is some doubt deep down and it won't go away. Will it help me? I have no fucking clue. It could honestly push her and make her more dangerous. It could make her want to tear me apart in that ring. I don't have a clear answer and I won't until this night is over."
She turned her back to the camera, walking up to the door of the arena. It was getting close to her time, the butterflies were working overtime buzzing inside her stomach. She looks back around into the distance, remembering where she had come from and how she had gotten there. She lets out a sigh and looks back at the camera as she stands next to the arena entrance.
"This is my home state though. I have never wrestled here... In fact I've done a lot to avoid being here so this will be a strange fucking night. This could be my big moment though, I am back in Montana and I have a title match against a good friend. I am going to make the most of this moment though and I am going to head home with that championship belt around my waist, damnit. Eavan is going to push me to my limit and make me earn it. I know I will probably get my ass whooped win or lose too and I know I may end up bloody on the mat but like I said, this match is mine. It is my time to win and to earn my place in NFW once and for all. I'm not going to be some footnote on the show. I am going to be the girl that everyone is talking about when the show ends. Bring it on Eavan... You know I will and we are going to steal this show and wage a fucking war for your TV title."
Heidi winks at the camera before pulling the door open. The time to get ready for her war with Eavan was approaching. She then steps through the door, letting it swing closed behind her as the camera fades away to black.
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[Match #2. Singles Match - Bronwyn Good v. Mia Hayashi]
Standing in the center of the ring, is Roger Arden with his microphone.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!”
ONE FALL!!
ARDEN
“Her opponent!! Being accompanied to the ring by Fire!!! From Asheville, North Carolina! She is one half of the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! IIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCEEEEEE!!!!!!!”
Once she hits the ring, she uses the steps to make her way up into the ring. She then climbs the turnbuckles as she removes her jacket, tossing it down to Fire before jumping off and standing in the ring.
~DING DING DING~
Ice and Sammi are in the ring as their tag team partners are seen standing on the outside in their respective corners as the bell sounds. Ice extends a hand out to Sammi who looks for a moment before walking up to her opponent and the two shake hands before backing away and circling the ring. The two then walk in and lock up, Ice being the first to break the hold by going behind Sammi and simply picking her up and then taking her down to the mat before she transitions into a chin lock. Sammi struggles and tries to break free and after a little work, finally does so, but as soon as she breaks free, Ice is there to grab Sammi and take her down by picking the ankle and dropping her once again face first into the mat. Ice maintains her grip of Sammi’s ankle and stands up, trying for an ankle lock, but Sammi is quick to roll onto her back and push Ice off with her free leg. Ice hits the ropes and as she comes off them, Sammi is back to her feet and she hits Ice with a standing dropkick. Ice hits the mat and Sammi is quickly up to her feet. Sammi takes this opportunity to get a running start and deliver a running shooting star press and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sammi then picks Ice up and tries to send her into the corner, but Ice reverses and sends Sammi in instead. Sammi hits the turnbuckles and Ice comes charging in, looking for a splash, but Sammi gets her boots up hits the woman in the face causing Ice to stumble back. Sammi hops up to the second turnbuckle and launches herself, taking Ice down with a diving crossbody and following it up senton splash before going for yet another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sammi gets back up to her feet and as she does, Fire reaches in and grabs Ice by the arm and pulls her out to the floor and she begins talking over strategy with her partner. The two are outside talking, giving Ice a breather, but that doesn’t last very long as Sammi is seen diving through the air and taking both women down with springboard corkscrew plancha. The women crash to the floor as the crowd cheers for Sammi who grabs Ice and sends her back into the ring. Sammi looks to follow in, but as the ref is checking on Ice, Fire is back up to her feet and she grabs Sammi and sends her face first into the ring post. It’s at this point, Kat is rushing over to try and confront Fire, but the ref notices and tells her to get back into her own corner as Fire just stands there taunting Kat to come and get her.
HANSON
“Aw, now this isn’t right!”
REYNOLDS
“This is teamwork, Nicky!”
AUGUSTINO
“I thought they said the Kingdom never interfered with each other’s matches?!”
REYNOLDS
“Well, this is also Fire and Ice. You gotta have the perfect balance.”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, shut up, Jimbo.”
REYNOLDS
“Hey!”
Ice now rolls out of the ring and grabs Sammi and rolls her back into the ring. Sammi who is next to the ring post still, is dragged over to it where Ice grabs the woman by the legs and puts Sammi in a figure four around the ring post. Sammi screams in pain and the ref immediately begins his five count. At the count of four, Ice releases the hold and then grabs Sammi by the left leg and pulls it out before driving it against the ring post. She does this three more times to a chorus of boos before rolling back into the ring and Fire clapping for her partner. Ice pulls Sammi out of the corner and once again grabs the woman by the legs. Ice takes the legs and locks in another figure four.
HANSON
“And there’s the figure four again! It’s legal now! Belmont’s gonna have to get out of it or make it to the ropes!”
REYNOLDS
“Or tap! One of the two!”
Sammi yells out in pain as the ref asks her if she wants to quit. Sammi yells out no, but Ice presses up with her arms creating more pressure on the legs as Sammi’s shoulders fall to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
The ref once again asks Sammi if she wants to give it up, but she still refuses to. Ice continues putting pressure on Sammi’s legs as she keeps the woman locked in the hold. Sammi now starts to rock her hips, trying to roll onto her stomach to reverse the pressure of the hold.
HANSON
“She’s gotta do something fast!”
AUGUSTINO
“I think she is, Nick! She’s trying to roll over!”
HANSON
“It’ll reverse the pressure of that hold!”
REYNOLDS
“Ice’ll be in trouble!”
Sammi keeps trying, each time she gets a little closer to reversing the hold and after four attempts, finally gets onto her stomach and reverses the pressure of the hold onto Ice! Ice now is the one screaming in pain as she scrambles to the bottom rope and forces the hold to be broken. Sammi clutches at her legs as the crowd begins chanting for her, trying to get her back into the match. Ice makes it up to her feet and as she does, Fire hops up to the ring apron and starts yelling at Ice to finish the match. Ice nods and listens to Fire’s words, but she’s cut short as Kat has finally come over and yanks Fire down off the apron before dropping Fire with a Rage Quit to the floor. Ice stands there, watching all of this take place and as she’s distracted, Sammi comes over and grabs Ice, rolling her up into a school boy.
HANSON
“Wait a minute!! Rollup! Rollup!”
REYNOLDS
“She’s got the tights!”
AUGUSTINO
“She does not, Jimbo! Shut up!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Sammi immediately rolls out of the ring where Kat is waiting for her and the ref gets out of the ring, raising Sammi’s hand as Ice is in the ring stunned that she was just beat and Fire looks up from the floor furious at everything that had just happened in the closing moments of the match. The two women walk up the ramp and Kat looks Fire in the eyes and does the championship motion around her waist to tell the duo they were coming for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Titles.
HANSON
“Look at that!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhh ho-ho-ho-ho-ho!!”
HANSON
“Look-At-That!”
AUGUSTINO
“I think the little gamers want some gold, boys!”
REYNOLDS
“They can’t challenge for the belts off that win! They need to beat them in a tag team bitch!”
AUGUSTINO
“We know that Jim, but a victory over half the team in a singles match says they just might be able to do it!”
Winner: Sammi Belmont
Result: Pinfall
Time: 13:58
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Collision returns and we see outside the RimRock Auto Arena, she is sitting on the hood of a truck with a backwards baseball cap on, torn up jeans and a black Blackcraft tank top. She is staring up at the blue sky for a second as her legs dangle off the hood of the truck as she leaned back on her elbows.
"Eavan Maloney... I beat her last time... I can do it again, right? I mean I know that the Eavan I am facing tonight is a different woman than the one I fought last time. She has evolved, become more dangerous and she's won lots and lots of matches between then and now."
She finally looks down at the camera, sitting up straight. Deep down she had butterflies in her stomach, she was nervous about the match for some reason. Maybe because she was friends with Eavan or maybe because she was finally having a chance to win gold again.
"But I am not the same either. I have traveled and had wars all over the country since then. I have grown as a wrestler and I am a bit more mature too I like to think. I don't get AS frustrated as I used to in the ring... "
She had always had anger issue but she was trying to be better. Heidi jumps off the front of the truck, adjusting her top as she starts to wander through the parking lot slowly towards the huge building.
"Last time we fought though I did take a belt off her though. You know a little voice in the back of her head is telling her that over and over no matter how confiedent she may say she is. There is some doubt. I am in her head even if she isn't scared or intimidated by me. There is some doubt deep down and it won't go away. Will it help me? I have no fucking clue. It could honestly push her and make her more dangerous. It could make her want to tear me apart in that ring. I don't have a clear answer and I won't until this night is over."
She turned her back to the camera, walking up to the door of the arena. It was getting close to her time, the butterflies were working overtime buzzing inside her stomach. She looks back around into the distance, remembering where she had come from and how she had gotten there. She lets out a sigh and looks back at the camera as she stands next to the arena entrance.
"This is my home state though. I have never wrestled here... In fact I've done a lot to avoid being here so this will be a strange fucking night. This could be my big moment though, I am back in Montana and I have a title match against a good friend. I am going to make the most of this moment though and I am going to head home with that championship belt around my waist, damnit. Eavan is going to push me to my limit and make me earn it. I know I will probably get my ass whooped win or lose too and I know I may end up bloody on the mat but like I said, this match is mine. It is my time to win and to earn my place in NFW once and for all. I'm not going to be some footnote on the show. I am going to be the girl that everyone is talking about when the show ends. Bring it on Eavan... You know I will and we are going to steal this show and wage a fucking war for your TV title."
Heidi winks at the camera before pulling the door open. The time to get ready for her war with Eavan was approaching. She then steps through the door, letting it swing closed behind her as the camera fades away to black.
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[Match #2. Singles Match - Bronwyn Good v. Mia Hayashi]
Standing in the center of the ring, is Roger Arden with his microphone.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!!”
ONE FALL!!
The arena lights go out and “Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-all)” by Type-O Negative starts playing. A white spotlight outlines “Salem’s Forgotten Daughter” Bronwyn Good. She is standing with her back facing the ring and her entrance attire hood up. She holds that pose as the lyrics start.
“She's in love with herself
She likes the dark
On her milk white neck
The Devil's mark
It's all Hallows Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat
I bet she will”
She turns on the spot and starts towards the ring, the spotlight following her the entire way.
ARDEN
“Introducing first!! From Salem, Massachusetts! “Salem’s Forgotten Daughter! BRONWYN GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!”
She climbs the steps and then onto the nearest turnbuckle. Once atop it she squats down and looks out over the crowd. She sticks out her split, serpent modded, tongue.
“She's got date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft”
She jumps down as the lights slowly rise. She takes off her hood and vest and hands them off as she waits for the match to start.
“She's in love with herself
She likes the dark
On her milk white neck
The Devil's mark
It's all Hallows Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat
I bet she will”
She turns on the spot and starts towards the ring, the spotlight following her the entire way.
ARDEN
“Introducing first!! From Salem, Massachusetts! “Salem’s Forgotten Daughter! BRONWYN GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!”
She climbs the steps and then onto the nearest turnbuckle. Once atop it she squats down and looks out over the crowd. She sticks out her split, serpent modded, tongue.
“She's got date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft”
She jumps down as the lights slowly rise. She takes off her hood and vest and hands them off as she waits for the match to start.
The lights darken throughout the arena as the opening riff to Like Ghost’s “It’s Gonna Be Me” cover rips through the arena. The stage lights up with a red hue, revealing a figure cloaked in black and red just as the lyrics start.
You might've been hurt, babe.
That ain't no lie.
You've seen them all come and go.
I remember you told me
That it made you believe in
"No man, no cry".
Maybe that's why
Here, as the chorus starts, the light on the stage illuminates the platform as the figure turns around, revealing Mia Hayashi dressed in her Ruby cosplay from the RWBY franchise, scythe and all, resting across her shoulders in a stylish pose. As the chorus continues, Mia walks down the ramp with authority, focusing on the ring intently.
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you.
You don't wanna lose it again,
But I'm not like them.
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody,
Guess what?
It's gonna be me.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Aurora, Illinois! Representing The Unwanted! MIA HAAAAAAYASHIIIIIIII!!!”
Mia swings the scythe in under the bottom rope and rolls in, popping up into Ruby’s pose again, in the middle of the ring and finally cracks a grin at the camera before handing her scythe and entrance gear over the top rope to the attendant and waits for the match to start.
You might've been hurt, babe.
That ain't no lie.
You've seen them all come and go.
I remember you told me
That it made you believe in
"No man, no cry".
Maybe that's why
Here, as the chorus starts, the light on the stage illuminates the platform as the figure turns around, revealing Mia Hayashi dressed in her Ruby cosplay from the RWBY franchise, scythe and all, resting across her shoulders in a stylish pose. As the chorus continues, Mia walks down the ramp with authority, focusing on the ring intently.
Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you.
You don't wanna lose it again,
But I'm not like them.
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody,
Guess what?
It's gonna be me.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Aurora, Illinois! Representing The Unwanted! MIA HAAAAAAYASHIIIIIIII!!!”
Mia swings the scythe in under the bottom rope and rolls in, popping up into Ruby’s pose again, in the middle of the ring and finally cracks a grin at the camera before handing her scythe and entrance gear over the top rope to the attendant and waits for the match to start.
~DING DING DING~
The two women stare at each other across the ring. They lock up in the middle of the ring. Mia takes advantage and threw Bronwyn into a hammerlock. Bronwyn was quick to reverse it. Mia went for her own reversal but instead twisted Bronwyn’s arm and yanked down hard on her shoulder. Bronwyn cried out and gripped at her shoulder. She blocked a second attempt and spun and flipped her way out of the hold. Bronwyn then caught Mia with a dropkick. Both women pop back up and Mia gives Bronwyn a dropkick in return.
HANSON
“And here we go!”
REYNOLDS
“What do you get when you have two women who don’t give a shit, in the ring, together?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Actual fucking WRESTLING!”
Both women are back up and Bronwyn takes down Mia with a deep arm drag. Mia returns the favor once again as both women get up and Mia arm drags Bronwyn down. Both women are up once again and looks like both are going for a dropkick. But Bronwyn fakes and jumped back to let Mia fall flat and hard.
AUGUSTINO
“OUCH!”
HANSON
“And Good feinted and scored an opening on Hayashi!”
REYNOLDS
“Look at this creepy bitch!”
Bronwyn smirks and sticks out her forked tongue. She then helps Mia up to her feet and drops her back down with a snap suplex. Bronwyn runs and springboards off the ropes with a moonsault and hooks Mia’s leg for the pin.
One!
HANSON
“Bronwyn Good with a moonsault but Hayashi kicks out at one!”
AUGUSTINO
“Love her or hater, be freaked out by her, if you want. Bronwyn Good knows what she’s doing. Mia Hayashi’s no slouch at all and she’s got her hands full with Salem’s Forgotten Daughter.”
REYNOLDS
“I am freaked out by her!”
Mia was able to kick out but Bronwyn didn’t let up. She brings Mia back up to her feet again and went for another suplex but Mia blocked it. Mia spun around and dropped Bronwyn with a swinging neck breaker. Mia quickly scales the turnbuckles and took to the air with a huge frog splash! She bounces off of Bronwyn but was quick to crawl back over for a pin.
One
Tw..!!
REYNOLDS
“Not even a full two count! C’mon, Mia!!”
HANSON
“Bronwyn Good can go in the ring, Jim. She’s got that resiliency!”
AUGUSTINO
“I bet it’s the magic.”
REYNOLDS
“Magic?”
AUGUSTINO
“Yup! I bet it’s the magic she practices!”
HANSON
“You believe in that?”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, firmly!”
HANSON
“Huh. Neat.”
REYNOLDS
“Laaaaaame!”
Bronwyn gets a shoulder up at one and a half. Both women are slow to get back to a vertical base. Once both women are up Bronwyn strikes first with a basement dropkick to Mia’s knee. Mia goes down to one knee as Bronwyn gets back to her feet. She then puts Mia back down after nailing a picture perfect Cauldron Stirrer! She drops down for a cover again.
One
Two
Thr…
HANSON
“OHHH!! Not quite!!!”
REYNOLDS
“Whew!”
AUGUSTINO
“Mia’s got some in the tank, still, too!”
Mia barely able to kick out. The crowd cheers and Bronwyn rolls off Mia and catches her breath for a moment. She is slow to her feet but makes it before Mia starts to stir. Bronwyn slowly lifts Mia back to her feet. Bronwyn jumps up onto Mia’s shoulders from behind. She pauses for a moment to catch a breath and Mia struck. She pushed one of Bronwyn’s legs to the side and grabbed the back of her head. She drove Bronwyn’s head to the mat with Second Impact. She holds her down for the pin.
One
Two
Three!!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! MIAAAAA HAAAAAYAAAASHIIIIIII!!!!!”
HANSON
“And an impressive victory for what is Mia Hayashi’s first single’s victory since her return from injury!”
AUGUSTINO
“And I’m definitely not taking anything away from Bronwyn Good. That girl’s got something!”
REYNOLDS
“Yeah, she’s got something already. Fucking problems!”
AUGUSTINO
“You are such a fucking asshole, Jim.”
“It’s Gonna Be Me” plays as Mia Hayashi has her arm raised by the referee. As Bronwyn Good makes her exit up the back ramp, Mia Hayashi points to her with an exhausted smile and makes a motion with her thumb and index finger to say ‘this close! You almost got me!’ Commending her opponent on a valiant effort.
Winner: Mia Hayashi
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:22
HANSON
“And here we go!”
REYNOLDS
“What do you get when you have two women who don’t give a shit, in the ring, together?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Actual fucking WRESTLING!”
Both women are back up and Bronwyn takes down Mia with a deep arm drag. Mia returns the favor once again as both women get up and Mia arm drags Bronwyn down. Both women are up once again and looks like both are going for a dropkick. But Bronwyn fakes and jumped back to let Mia fall flat and hard.
AUGUSTINO
“OUCH!”
HANSON
“And Good feinted and scored an opening on Hayashi!”
REYNOLDS
“Look at this creepy bitch!”
Bronwyn smirks and sticks out her forked tongue. She then helps Mia up to her feet and drops her back down with a snap suplex. Bronwyn runs and springboards off the ropes with a moonsault and hooks Mia’s leg for the pin.
One!
HANSON
“Bronwyn Good with a moonsault but Hayashi kicks out at one!”
AUGUSTINO
“Love her or hater, be freaked out by her, if you want. Bronwyn Good knows what she’s doing. Mia Hayashi’s no slouch at all and she’s got her hands full with Salem’s Forgotten Daughter.”
REYNOLDS
“I am freaked out by her!”
Mia was able to kick out but Bronwyn didn’t let up. She brings Mia back up to her feet again and went for another suplex but Mia blocked it. Mia spun around and dropped Bronwyn with a swinging neck breaker. Mia quickly scales the turnbuckles and took to the air with a huge frog splash! She bounces off of Bronwyn but was quick to crawl back over for a pin.
One
Tw..!!
REYNOLDS
“Not even a full two count! C’mon, Mia!!”
HANSON
“Bronwyn Good can go in the ring, Jim. She’s got that resiliency!”
AUGUSTINO
“I bet it’s the magic.”
REYNOLDS
“Magic?”
AUGUSTINO
“Yup! I bet it’s the magic she practices!”
HANSON
“You believe in that?”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, firmly!”
HANSON
“Huh. Neat.”
REYNOLDS
“Laaaaaame!”
Bronwyn gets a shoulder up at one and a half. Both women are slow to get back to a vertical base. Once both women are up Bronwyn strikes first with a basement dropkick to Mia’s knee. Mia goes down to one knee as Bronwyn gets back to her feet. She then puts Mia back down after nailing a picture perfect Cauldron Stirrer! She drops down for a cover again.
One
Two
Thr…
HANSON
“OHHH!! Not quite!!!”
REYNOLDS
“Whew!”
AUGUSTINO
“Mia’s got some in the tank, still, too!”
Mia barely able to kick out. The crowd cheers and Bronwyn rolls off Mia and catches her breath for a moment. She is slow to her feet but makes it before Mia starts to stir. Bronwyn slowly lifts Mia back to her feet. Bronwyn jumps up onto Mia’s shoulders from behind. She pauses for a moment to catch a breath and Mia struck. She pushed one of Bronwyn’s legs to the side and grabbed the back of her head. She drove Bronwyn’s head to the mat with Second Impact. She holds her down for the pin.
One
Two
Three!!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! MIAAAAA HAAAAAYAAAASHIIIIIII!!!!!”
HANSON
“And an impressive victory for what is Mia Hayashi’s first single’s victory since her return from injury!”
AUGUSTINO
“And I’m definitely not taking anything away from Bronwyn Good. That girl’s got something!”
REYNOLDS
“Yeah, she’s got something already. Fucking problems!”
AUGUSTINO
“You are such a fucking asshole, Jim.”
“It’s Gonna Be Me” plays as Mia Hayashi has her arm raised by the referee. As Bronwyn Good makes her exit up the back ramp, Mia Hayashi points to her with an exhausted smile and makes a motion with her thumb and index finger to say ‘this close! You almost got me!’ Commending her opponent on a valiant effort.
Winner: Mia Hayashi
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:22
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Heidi vs 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 a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit, her NFW Women’s TV Title around her waist, and poses with one hand raised with devil horns. 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”
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 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”
Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off his shoulders. Eavan calls for a microphone as she paces around the ring.
“What’s up BILLINGS!”
The crowd is loud for our resident demon, as she smiles into the camera.
“So, lately I got to thinking about the landscape of this company, and the opportunities I can have here. Problem is, long as the Kingdom is running around, there’s not a whole lot of room for somebody like me. I mean, sure, I can run through the Kingdom, knock off a member at a time, but seriously, what would it get me? Imagine the backlash from that other place. You know the place, the reason I don’t work Saturdays anymore. So, I came to the decision that my aspirations for the Women’s World Title will have to wait until the scourge of wrestling has passed and moved on.”
The crowd boos at the announcement, but Eavan is quick to calm them down.
“Hang on, hang on, there’s still options for me here. I mean, I could become the longest reigning NFW Women’s TV champion…”
Eavan takes the belt off her waist and holds it up with pride before placing it on her shoulder.
“Or, somebody can come along and actually BEAT me for this title, and I can focus my efforts on dethroning Shelley Silver to become the Silver Mountain champion. There’s just… one small problem.”
Eavan shakes her head as she paces the ring again.
“I don’t see anyone coming along who can beat me yet. Especially after last week in Calgary, when I beat a multi-time champion like Adrianna Salvatore. I already beat the best in New Frontier, so who’s left? Heidi? Let’s talk about her, shall we? Don’t get me wrong, her and I are friends, we were close once upon a time, but she still has allegiances to the Kingdom, and that makes her less than me. I don’t have time or room in my life for people like that. There’s also that little bit of history from back in CWC Force. When I told management I had to step away from the business for awhile, they had me drop my Pure Championship to Heidi.”
Eavan can be seen getting a bit emotional before shaking her head.
“I was booking myself into a psychiatric ward before things got too bad, and recently, it felt like I had to go back. Thankfully, with Anton’s help, and with the help of the Brodys, we found ways to avoid that, so unlike our last match together, Heidi, this isn’t me saying goodbye. I am still here, and I will defend this title until somebody has the guts to take it off of me. You want this title, Heidi? Huh? You best be ready to bleed for it, and even worse, you better be ready to kill for it. Candi Brodeur wasn’t ready. Dona Rotten wasn’t ready. Lluvia Cane wasn’t ready. Adrianna Salvatore wasn’t ready. And Heidi, no offense, but you don’t even stack up to them, so you sure as hell don’t stack up to me. So, come on, let’s get this burial done with.”
Eavan tosses her title to one of the ring crew as she awaits Heidi’s arrival.
Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit, her NFW Women’s TV Title around her waist, and poses with one hand raised with devil horns. 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”
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 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”
Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off his shoulders. Eavan calls for a microphone as she paces around the ring.
“What’s up BILLINGS!”
The crowd is loud for our resident demon, as she smiles into the camera.
“So, lately I got to thinking about the landscape of this company, and the opportunities I can have here. Problem is, long as the Kingdom is running around, there’s not a whole lot of room for somebody like me. I mean, sure, I can run through the Kingdom, knock off a member at a time, but seriously, what would it get me? Imagine the backlash from that other place. You know the place, the reason I don’t work Saturdays anymore. So, I came to the decision that my aspirations for the Women’s World Title will have to wait until the scourge of wrestling has passed and moved on.”
The crowd boos at the announcement, but Eavan is quick to calm them down.
“Hang on, hang on, there’s still options for me here. I mean, I could become the longest reigning NFW Women’s TV champion…”
Eavan takes the belt off her waist and holds it up with pride before placing it on her shoulder.
“Or, somebody can come along and actually BEAT me for this title, and I can focus my efforts on dethroning Shelley Silver to become the Silver Mountain champion. There’s just… one small problem.”
Eavan shakes her head as she paces the ring again.
“I don’t see anyone coming along who can beat me yet. Especially after last week in Calgary, when I beat a multi-time champion like Adrianna Salvatore. I already beat the best in New Frontier, so who’s left? Heidi? Let’s talk about her, shall we? Don’t get me wrong, her and I are friends, we were close once upon a time, but she still has allegiances to the Kingdom, and that makes her less than me. I don’t have time or room in my life for people like that. There’s also that little bit of history from back in CWC Force. When I told management I had to step away from the business for awhile, they had me drop my Pure Championship to Heidi.”
Eavan can be seen getting a bit emotional before shaking her head.
“I was booking myself into a psychiatric ward before things got too bad, and recently, it felt like I had to go back. Thankfully, with Anton’s help, and with the help of the Brodys, we found ways to avoid that, so unlike our last match together, Heidi, this isn’t me saying goodbye. I am still here, and I will defend this title until somebody has the guts to take it off of me. You want this title, Heidi? Huh? You best be ready to bleed for it, and even worse, you better be ready to kill for it. Candi Brodeur wasn’t ready. Dona Rotten wasn’t ready. Lluvia Cane wasn’t ready. Adrianna Salvatore wasn’t ready. And Heidi, no offense, but you don’t even stack up to them, so you sure as hell don’t stack up to me. So, come on, let’s get this burial done with.”
Eavan tosses her title to one of the ring crew as she awaits Heidi’s arrival.
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
“Introducing her opponent, the challenger!! From Helena, Montana!! HEEEIIIIDIIIIIIIII!!!!!!”
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.
~DING DING DING~
Eavan and Heidi are in the ring as the ref holds up the Women’s Television Championship up for the crowd before handing it off to the time keeper and calling for the bell. The two women walk up to one another and fist bump before stepping back and beginning to circle the ring. The two women meet in the middle and the two lock up. Heidi, with the slight size advantage forces Eavan into the ropes and the ref calls for a break. Heidi immediately breaks the hold cleanly as she steps back towards the center of the ring. Eavan comes out of the ropes and as she does, Heidi grabs her and delivers a snap suplex. Heidi then follows it up by picking Eavan back up and sending her into the corner. Eavan hits the corner and Heidi comes charging in and delivering a corner splash that causes Eavan to slump down into a seated position into the corner. Heidi then backs up to the opposite corner and gets a running start, driving her boot across the face of Eavan with a face wash. Heidi then backs up again and gets another running start, looking to hit a corner meteora, but Eavan gets out of the way at the last possible second, causing Heidi to drive her knees into the middle turnbuckle instead. Eavan grabs Heidi by the tights and rolls her up for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eavan is the first back up to her feet and she picks Heidi up and immediately drops her back down with an inverted DDT. Eavan then follows that up with a springboard moonsault, but instead of going for a cover, picks Heidi up off the mat and hits a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex and bridging up for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Heidi rolls out to the floor, catching her breath and looking to stop Eavan’s momentum for right now. Heidi walks around on the floor as the ref starts his ten count. The ref doesn’t get very far as Eavan comes running across the ring and looking for a suicide dive, but Heidi scouted it and delivers a forearm right to the side of Eavan’s head as she starts coming through the ropes. Heidi grabs Eavan and pulls her out to the floor before running up the ring post and delivering a tornado DDT to the champion right on the floor! Heidi picks Eavan up and rolls her into the ring. Heidi then climbs to the top rope and hits a frog splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Heidi picks Eavan up and sends her back into the corner. Heidi comes charging in and this time hits a corner dropkick. Heidi hops back up to her feet and runs back to the opposite corner and charges in, delivering another. She does this one more time before Eavan stumbles out of the corner and Heidi jumps, wrapping her legs around Eavan’s head and delivering a nasty Spikeranna. Heidi then reaches back and grabs the legs of Eavan going for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Heidi once again picks Eavan up and this time, she looks to deliver Bad Omen, but Eavan pushes her off. Heidi instead delivers a kick to the leg, forcing it out from under the champion and taking her down to one knee before hitting Black Moon before following it up with Kill Star and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
Eavan gets her right shoulder up just before the ref hits the mat for the third time keeping her alive in the match.
HANSON
“AND EAVAN JUST BARELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!”
REYNOLDS
“STILL ALIVE!”
AUGUSTINO
“These ladies said they were gonna kill it and they most definitely are!”
The frustration is starting to build in Heidi and it’s quite visible on her face as she argues with the ref that it was a three count. Heidi slams the mat with her hands a few times before getting back up and just stomping away at Eavan, her temper and frustration starting to get the best of her. The ref tells Heidi to back up, but instead of doing that, she picks Eavan up and looks to hit Banishment! She hooks the arms, but Eavan is able to counter out of it.
AUGUSTINO
“Banishment!!”
HANSON
“No she countered!! Look out!”
REYNOLDS
“Here it comes!”
Eavan counters out of the move and grabs Heidi and delivers a lung blower and holds onto her opponent and transitions it into the Krigare Lock! Heidi screams in pain and starts to crawl towards the bottom rope, reaching out for it. Heidi gets just fingertips away as Eavan shifts her weight around and rolls the two of them back towards the center of the ring and applies even more pressure on the hold. The ref gets right into position and Heidi continues fighting, trying to find a way to break free, but after at least thirty seconds in the hold, she has no choice but to tap to the champion.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner...AAAAAAND STILL...NFW WOMEN’S TELEVISION CHAMPION!! EAVAAAAAAAN MAAAAAALONEEEEEEY!!!”
“Are You Ready?” fills the arena again as Eavan Maloney raises her arms in the ring, jumping right into Anton Crowley’s arms when he enters to join her. The referee brings over her title and hands it to her as she and Anton celebrate in the ring.
HANSON
“There you have it, folks. Eavan Maloney: still Women’s TV champion. She set a new record today with most defenses of the title, at four.”
AUGUSTINO
“And funny she mentioned wanting to be the longest reigning Women’s TV Champion. She’ll accomplish that next week if she can retain again.”
REYNOLDS
“She’ll break Morgan Payne’s current standing record at forty four days.”
HANSON
“I know that doesn’t sound like much of an accomplishment, but you have to realize folks; these TV champions defend their title on every televised event. For us, that’s once a week. You don’t see defenses that frequently with other titles. I think the Television Championships deserve more credit than their given.”
AUGUSTINO
“Amen to that.”
REYNOLDS
“I can get behind it.”
AUGUSTINO
“You ain’t gettin’ behind shit, Jimbo. Much as you wish.”
REYNOLDS
“Wait, what? I didn’t mean---!”
Miranda Augustino laughs as Nick Hanson fixes his ties and makes a face, ‘well then.’
HANSON
“Well, folks, moving on! Last week I spoke with Max LeBrun in an exclusive interview for a new segment started called “Sitout.”
REYNOLDS
“Hah! Like a Sitout Powerbomb!”
HANSON
“Exactly! So I spoke with Max last week. He had some interesting things to say. We, uhh...well some people might say we have his words to thank for our main event, tonight.”
REYNOLDS
“Noooooo, we have Ethan Skinner to thank for our main event because he’s a sensitive little bitch!”
AUGUSTINO
“Damn, Jimbo Shark has fangs.”
HANSON
“C’mon, you two. Anyway, so I do these on Monday, we tape them and air them on Collision. Well, since I spoke with the number one contender to the World Championship, last week, I thought I’d go one further this week and speak with none other than his opponent!”
REYNOLDS
“Oh for fuck’s sake, can we skip this one?”
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen--”
REYNOLDS
“Hey! I’m talking to you!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hush, Jimbo!”
REYNOLDS
“Hey!”
HANSON
“--here’s Episode 2 of Sitout. My guest this week: “The King of Pain” Judas Lasher.”
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Submission
Time: 10:58
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The camera opened up inside the interview room - the same as last week’s episode. Again, Nick Hanson sat in one of the cushioned, lavish chairs with a few cards in his hand as cliff notes. As always, he’s that smiling professional.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Nick Hanson, here to bring you another exclusive interview only on NFW. Now, last week, as you know we spoke with Max LeBrun, regarding his return to center stage here in the company and his upcoming World Championship match which will take place at Motor City Mayhem in Detroit, Michigan, on August 13th. That brings me to tonight’s guest. A man I’m very honored to have take the time to sit down with me, here. He’s a man with literally over two and a half decades of experience in this business. He’s a former NFW Tag Team Champion, as well as a four time NFW World Heavyweight Champion, and he is - as it stands - the current, reigning NFW World Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, the King of Pain, Judas Lasher. Judas, it’s always a pleasure being able to sit down and speak with you.” Nick Hanson shakes Judas’ hand as the camera switches over to a close shot of Lasher.
“Hello, Mr. Hanson.” Judas replied, the steely look on his face confirming what many would have expected coming into this: he was still in his typical, guarded in-ring persona. While Judas tended to loosen up around people he trusted… typically he was extremely reserved. “It’s been…. Quite a while since I last did one of these.”
“It’s always been one of my favorite parts of the job, really.” Nick responded, happily. “Getting to sit down with the top stars of the business and helping the new generation of fans, getting to know them and their accomplishments. With that being said, shall we begin?” Hanson waited for a nod from Judas before he glanced at his cliff notes, then back up at the man. “Alright, so my first question I’d like to ask, brings us to Invasion. You are now not just the Heavyweight Champion but the World Champion, of the unified divisions. Now, anyone who watched the episodes leading up to that match, they saw the challenge laid out by Tyler Grey, the former Jr. Heavyweight Champion. They saw the blindside attack and the damage he caused to your shoulder. I’ve been hearing people backstage buzz about this, all over. How did that effect your mindset going into that match and did you have to change your planned strategy around at all, when facing Tyler Grey, knowing you had a target that he was gonna hone in on?”
"It was sound strategy on his part." Judas said, that almost unnerving calm about him as usual. "I'd be a hypocrite if I looked down at him for the attack. I've certainly done the same to enough people throughout my career. However... where he made his mistake was in attempting to make me give up. You see.... if I were a younger man, with my whole career in front of me.... I might have tapped out. Looking more at the big picture than at one loss. But at this point? I've nothing to lose. And I will not tap for anyone. Break my shoulders. Break my arm. You will never get the satisfaction of making me quit."
Nick Hanson nodded in understanding, albeit a little surprised at Judas’ seeming disregard for his own well being. “A man with nothing to lose, certainly can be considered, the most dangerous type. However, as we saw, you went in and even under a hundred percent, you prevailed and are now the champion. That being said, you already have your first challenger lined up. Some say this one is a long time coming. Long overdue. You’re facing Max LeBrun at Motor City Mayhem - the man you beat at Wrestle War, for the Heavyweight Title. What are your thoughts going in on this rematch? Do you expect more of the same or do you feel like Max took so long to ask for a rematch because, perhaps, he was preparing first?”
ARDEN
“Introducing her opponent, the challenger!! From Helena, Montana!! HEEEIIIIDIIIIIIIII!!!!!!”
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.
~DING DING DING~
Eavan and Heidi are in the ring as the ref holds up the Women’s Television Championship up for the crowd before handing it off to the time keeper and calling for the bell. The two women walk up to one another and fist bump before stepping back and beginning to circle the ring. The two women meet in the middle and the two lock up. Heidi, with the slight size advantage forces Eavan into the ropes and the ref calls for a break. Heidi immediately breaks the hold cleanly as she steps back towards the center of the ring. Eavan comes out of the ropes and as she does, Heidi grabs her and delivers a snap suplex. Heidi then follows it up by picking Eavan back up and sending her into the corner. Eavan hits the corner and Heidi comes charging in and delivering a corner splash that causes Eavan to slump down into a seated position into the corner. Heidi then backs up to the opposite corner and gets a running start, driving her boot across the face of Eavan with a face wash. Heidi then backs up again and gets another running start, looking to hit a corner meteora, but Eavan gets out of the way at the last possible second, causing Heidi to drive her knees into the middle turnbuckle instead. Eavan grabs Heidi by the tights and rolls her up for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eavan is the first back up to her feet and she picks Heidi up and immediately drops her back down with an inverted DDT. Eavan then follows that up with a springboard moonsault, but instead of going for a cover, picks Heidi up off the mat and hits a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex and bridging up for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Heidi rolls out to the floor, catching her breath and looking to stop Eavan’s momentum for right now. Heidi walks around on the floor as the ref starts his ten count. The ref doesn’t get very far as Eavan comes running across the ring and looking for a suicide dive, but Heidi scouted it and delivers a forearm right to the side of Eavan’s head as she starts coming through the ropes. Heidi grabs Eavan and pulls her out to the floor before running up the ring post and delivering a tornado DDT to the champion right on the floor! Heidi picks Eavan up and rolls her into the ring. Heidi then climbs to the top rope and hits a frog splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Heidi picks Eavan up and sends her back into the corner. Heidi comes charging in and this time hits a corner dropkick. Heidi hops back up to her feet and runs back to the opposite corner and charges in, delivering another. She does this one more time before Eavan stumbles out of the corner and Heidi jumps, wrapping her legs around Eavan’s head and delivering a nasty Spikeranna. Heidi then reaches back and grabs the legs of Eavan going for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Heidi once again picks Eavan up and this time, she looks to deliver Bad Omen, but Eavan pushes her off. Heidi instead delivers a kick to the leg, forcing it out from under the champion and taking her down to one knee before hitting Black Moon before following it up with Kill Star and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
Eavan gets her right shoulder up just before the ref hits the mat for the third time keeping her alive in the match.
HANSON
“AND EAVAN JUST BARELY GETS THE SHOULDER UP!!”
REYNOLDS
“STILL ALIVE!”
AUGUSTINO
“These ladies said they were gonna kill it and they most definitely are!”
The frustration is starting to build in Heidi and it’s quite visible on her face as she argues with the ref that it was a three count. Heidi slams the mat with her hands a few times before getting back up and just stomping away at Eavan, her temper and frustration starting to get the best of her. The ref tells Heidi to back up, but instead of doing that, she picks Eavan up and looks to hit Banishment! She hooks the arms, but Eavan is able to counter out of it.
AUGUSTINO
“Banishment!!”
HANSON
“No she countered!! Look out!”
REYNOLDS
“Here it comes!”
Eavan counters out of the move and grabs Heidi and delivers a lung blower and holds onto her opponent and transitions it into the Krigare Lock! Heidi screams in pain and starts to crawl towards the bottom rope, reaching out for it. Heidi gets just fingertips away as Eavan shifts her weight around and rolls the two of them back towards the center of the ring and applies even more pressure on the hold. The ref gets right into position and Heidi continues fighting, trying to find a way to break free, but after at least thirty seconds in the hold, she has no choice but to tap to the champion.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner...AAAAAAND STILL...NFW WOMEN’S TELEVISION CHAMPION!! EAVAAAAAAAN MAAAAAALONEEEEEEY!!!”
“Are You Ready?” fills the arena again as Eavan Maloney raises her arms in the ring, jumping right into Anton Crowley’s arms when he enters to join her. The referee brings over her title and hands it to her as she and Anton celebrate in the ring.
HANSON
“There you have it, folks. Eavan Maloney: still Women’s TV champion. She set a new record today with most defenses of the title, at four.”
AUGUSTINO
“And funny she mentioned wanting to be the longest reigning Women’s TV Champion. She’ll accomplish that next week if she can retain again.”
REYNOLDS
“She’ll break Morgan Payne’s current standing record at forty four days.”
HANSON
“I know that doesn’t sound like much of an accomplishment, but you have to realize folks; these TV champions defend their title on every televised event. For us, that’s once a week. You don’t see defenses that frequently with other titles. I think the Television Championships deserve more credit than their given.”
AUGUSTINO
“Amen to that.”
REYNOLDS
“I can get behind it.”
AUGUSTINO
“You ain’t gettin’ behind shit, Jimbo. Much as you wish.”
REYNOLDS
“Wait, what? I didn’t mean---!”
Miranda Augustino laughs as Nick Hanson fixes his ties and makes a face, ‘well then.’
HANSON
“Well, folks, moving on! Last week I spoke with Max LeBrun in an exclusive interview for a new segment started called “Sitout.”
REYNOLDS
“Hah! Like a Sitout Powerbomb!”
HANSON
“Exactly! So I spoke with Max last week. He had some interesting things to say. We, uhh...well some people might say we have his words to thank for our main event, tonight.”
REYNOLDS
“Noooooo, we have Ethan Skinner to thank for our main event because he’s a sensitive little bitch!”
AUGUSTINO
“Damn, Jimbo Shark has fangs.”
HANSON
“C’mon, you two. Anyway, so I do these on Monday, we tape them and air them on Collision. Well, since I spoke with the number one contender to the World Championship, last week, I thought I’d go one further this week and speak with none other than his opponent!”
REYNOLDS
“Oh for fuck’s sake, can we skip this one?”
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen--”
REYNOLDS
“Hey! I’m talking to you!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hush, Jimbo!”
REYNOLDS
“Hey!”
HANSON
“--here’s Episode 2 of Sitout. My guest this week: “The King of Pain” Judas Lasher.”
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Submission
Time: 10:58
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The camera opened up inside the interview room - the same as last week’s episode. Again, Nick Hanson sat in one of the cushioned, lavish chairs with a few cards in his hand as cliff notes. As always, he’s that smiling professional.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Nick Hanson, here to bring you another exclusive interview only on NFW. Now, last week, as you know we spoke with Max LeBrun, regarding his return to center stage here in the company and his upcoming World Championship match which will take place at Motor City Mayhem in Detroit, Michigan, on August 13th. That brings me to tonight’s guest. A man I’m very honored to have take the time to sit down with me, here. He’s a man with literally over two and a half decades of experience in this business. He’s a former NFW Tag Team Champion, as well as a four time NFW World Heavyweight Champion, and he is - as it stands - the current, reigning NFW World Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, the King of Pain, Judas Lasher. Judas, it’s always a pleasure being able to sit down and speak with you.” Nick Hanson shakes Judas’ hand as the camera switches over to a close shot of Lasher.
“Hello, Mr. Hanson.” Judas replied, the steely look on his face confirming what many would have expected coming into this: he was still in his typical, guarded in-ring persona. While Judas tended to loosen up around people he trusted… typically he was extremely reserved. “It’s been…. Quite a while since I last did one of these.”
“It’s always been one of my favorite parts of the job, really.” Nick responded, happily. “Getting to sit down with the top stars of the business and helping the new generation of fans, getting to know them and their accomplishments. With that being said, shall we begin?” Hanson waited for a nod from Judas before he glanced at his cliff notes, then back up at the man. “Alright, so my first question I’d like to ask, brings us to Invasion. You are now not just the Heavyweight Champion but the World Champion, of the unified divisions. Now, anyone who watched the episodes leading up to that match, they saw the challenge laid out by Tyler Grey, the former Jr. Heavyweight Champion. They saw the blindside attack and the damage he caused to your shoulder. I’ve been hearing people backstage buzz about this, all over. How did that effect your mindset going into that match and did you have to change your planned strategy around at all, when facing Tyler Grey, knowing you had a target that he was gonna hone in on?”
"It was sound strategy on his part." Judas said, that almost unnerving calm about him as usual. "I'd be a hypocrite if I looked down at him for the attack. I've certainly done the same to enough people throughout my career. However... where he made his mistake was in attempting to make me give up. You see.... if I were a younger man, with my whole career in front of me.... I might have tapped out. Looking more at the big picture than at one loss. But at this point? I've nothing to lose. And I will not tap for anyone. Break my shoulders. Break my arm. You will never get the satisfaction of making me quit."
Nick Hanson nodded in understanding, albeit a little surprised at Judas’ seeming disregard for his own well being. “A man with nothing to lose, certainly can be considered, the most dangerous type. However, as we saw, you went in and even under a hundred percent, you prevailed and are now the champion. That being said, you already have your first challenger lined up. Some say this one is a long time coming. Long overdue. You’re facing Max LeBrun at Motor City Mayhem - the man you beat at Wrestle War, for the Heavyweight Title. What are your thoughts going in on this rematch? Do you expect more of the same or do you feel like Max took so long to ask for a rematch because, perhaps, he was preparing first?”
"Max was finding himself. And I'm glad he has." Judas said, chuckling as he shook his head. "As Candice has made extremely blatant on social media, she, Max, and myself have actually become quite good friends outside of the ring. He's an extremely talented young man, and whether it's in this next match or not... he WILL be the World Champion. Now that he's got his mind straight... I think he could rule this promotion for many years. And he deserves every bit of success he gets."
Nick nodded, with an impressed smirk on his face. “And of course, he shared a mutual respect for you as well. On the topic of respect, however, I have to ask...and please believe me, I’m not saying you had anything to do with this…” Nick pauses, bringing up a submissive hand before he continues. “Shortly after last week’s show, we saw that Max LeBrun was attacked on his way out by Ethan Skinner. Now there are some people murmuring that the attack was set by your hand. I, however, feel like I know you better and you’ve got too much honor to even condone such a thing but I’ll ask you. Your thoughts on that attack and any words you’d like to direct to Max or Ethan, themselves before they face each other here, this week?”
"First of all, Mr. Hanson... you don't know me." Judas corrected him, eyes twinkling with sadistic humor. "Only a select few people can say they do. Max, however... is one of those people. And he knows me well enough to trust me when I say I had nothing to do with that. And that even if I did... what happens within the confines of an arena does not mingle with what goes on outside of it. Ethan did not act on my orders. What he did was take initiative. He decided to show people what happens when he feels disrespected. And you know what? I'm proud of him for it."
Again, Nick nodded, unable to help but really smirk at Judas’ correction. He did have a point. Nick’s expression turned grave and serious, then as he moved on. “And taking the initiative, of course, is something you teach your followers.” Nick nodded to confirm. “However, keeping on the Dominion of Pain, a lot of people have actually been wanting me to ask you this next question. It’s about, not only another follower but his direct colleague - a man you’ve known and worked with for over a decade.” Nick paused, looking like he was wondering how to put what he wanted to say, before he just came out with it. “As a leader...as a mentor to one...and as a sort of brother to the other...do you have any insight on what Ultra-Violence has vowed as of last week? We know things between Doomsday and Rick Dickulous have been tense for awhile but now it’s all come to a head. Doomsday has put the entire roster on notice. Rick either accepts this match - for him and Matt Klazzic to meet he and Belphegor in the Tartarus Prison - and until he gets an answer...he’s gonna target anybody on the roster. Is that something you were filled in on? Do you condone that sort of threat? It almost sounds as if Doomsday is targeting indiscriminately. And on top of that..the Tartarus Prison match. In twenty three years of NFW’s history, there has only ever been two of those matches and for good reason. Why is Doomsday taking things to this level? I hope you don’t mind me asking you, directly.”
"I've known William Mannheim for close over fifteen years. In that time, we've feuded, we've teamed, and we've gained a mutual respect. But sadly... William's tendency to take jokes a bit too far seems to have been passed on to Rick. And while Matteo may be a dear, beloved friend... Doomsday is a relentless, merciless machine. And whatever he does to Rick and this partner of his? He has sadly brought upon himself."
Nick nodded again, shifting in his seat. “I understand about Rick and Matt. I can’t say I like the idea of the specific match but if both parties agree to it, it is what it is. My concern, though, is the collateral damage that Doomsday threatened. What are your thoughts on him basically saying ‘if the Turn-It-Up Express don’t accept the match, if they don’t sign the contract, Belphegor and I are going to hurt anybody that we want and the blood is on them?’"
"You may remember when Lara brought us back. She said we were like a nuclear option. This is what she meant." Judas told him, the coldness in his tone unnerving as hell. "When a nuclear bomb goes off... yes, the people you meant it for are destroyed. But so are thousands, even millions, of innocent people who just happened to be... in... the fucking... way. Do not mistake my respectful nature for kindness, Mr. Hanson. If we need to, we will burn this entire promotion to the ground in the name of keeping the Dominion's reputation strong."
The look on Nick Hanson’s face said enough that his blood ran cold, through his veins. He swallowed a nervous lump in his throat as the interview took a definite turn for the darker side of things. “I see. Ahem, well! Let’s talk about another close associate of yours - excuse me, I apologize. I should say family; Lara Blackheart. Your thoughts specifically, on the incident at Invasion and how things are now. Have you spoken to Lara directly since then?”
"Lara is recovering. I will allow her to elaborate more herself next week." He said, his features noticeably softening at the mention of his goddaughter. "Alessandra is at home with her, helping her. Sadly, I could see this coming a mile away. I tried to help her... but like her father, her demons had to overcome her before she could truly see there was a problem. That is why I cast her out of the Dominion. I didn't want to give her the chance to ruin her future before she could build it. She is a strong young woman though. She has more of Vlad in her than most people realize. She will recover. She will return. And she will become a legend."
“There are definitely many among us who look forward to her return and, believe me, we wholeheartedly agree with every word. Mr. Lasher, I wanna thank you again, for taking the time to sit down with us. You’re welcome back anytime!” Nick reaches over to shake Judas’ hand before motioning to the camera that they are finished and the scene cuts back to the live show.
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[Match #4. Singles Match - Teddy Morse vs Eddy Poe]
Roger Arden stands in the center of the ring with the microphone in his hand, bringing it up to his mouth.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
The crowd pops as Pop Evil's "Trenches" fills the arena. The words "VIVA LA RESISTANCE" scroll up from the bottom of the video wall in the same style as the Star Wars movies' text scroll. Next, the Rebel Alliance logo EXPLODES onto the video wall at the 0:14 second mark when the guitar and drums really pick up. Here, the curtain flies open and Teddy Morse comes bursting onto the scene!! After a brief moment of hyping up the crowd and acknowledging people who have Resistance signs, he starts marching down the walkway just as the chorus to the song hits.
ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring!! From Nashville, Tennessee!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds!! Representing The Resistance!! He is one half of the Rebel Forces!!! TEDDYYYYYY MOOOOOOOOOORSE!!!!"
Teddy Morse runs and slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hops to his feet. He immediately runs to a turnbuckle and climbs up, throwing his fist into the air. He points to the fans that mimic the gesture and nods, pounding his fist on his chest and pointing at them again. Teddy pulls his shirt and beanie off, throwing it to separate fans before hopping down to the mat and turns, waiting for the match to start.
ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring!! From Nashville, Tennessee!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds!! Representing The Resistance!! He is one half of the Rebel Forces!!! TEDDYYYYYY MOOOOOOOOOORSE!!!!"
Teddy Morse runs and slides into the ring under the bottom rope and hops to his feet. He immediately runs to a turnbuckle and climbs up, throwing his fist into the air. He points to the fans that mimic the gesture and nods, pounding his fist on his chest and pointing at them again. Teddy pulls his shirt and beanie off, throwing it to separate fans before hopping down to the mat and turns, waiting for the match to start.
~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~
Eddie and Teddy are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and just immediately begin exchanging forearm shots. The two go back and forth, each shot seemingly getting harder before Eddie blocks one of the forearm shots from Teddy and follows it up with a chop that echoes throughout the arena to the chest of his opponent. Eddie delivers a few more chops before delivering a headbutt that could be heard that stumbles Teddy back into the ropes. Eddie grabs Teddy by the wrist and sends him into the opposite ropes. Teddy comes off the ropes and as he does, Eddie takes him down with a big boot. Eddie then begins to just simply stomp away at the body of Teddy as he rolls to the ropes and the ref tells Eddie to back off who does after delivering another couple of stomps to the head of Teddy.
HANSON
“Referee’s having a tough time keeping Eddy’s rage under control in this match.”
REYNOLDS
“That psycho needs to keep his own rage under control! This is a wrestling match, not a goddamn street fight!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, Teddy Morse did say he wanted a fight. He’s getting one!”
Teddy uses the ropes to help himself get back up to a vertical base. Teddy comes back out to the center of the ring and as he does, Eddie goes for a back suplex, but Teddy delivers a few well aimed punches to the head of Eddie forcing him to break his hold. Teddy then follows up with a series of knife edge chops to the chest of Eddie before grabbing his wrist and sending him into the ropes. Eddie comes off the ropes and as he does, Teddy delivers a standing dropkick. Eddie drops to the mat and as he does, Teddy immediately grabs the arm and looks for an armbar. Eddie clenches his hands together to make sure his arm doesn’t become hyperextended. Teddy continues to try and pull the arm straight, but eventually Eddie makes it up to his feet with Teddy still holding the arm. Eddie lifts Teddy straight up and drops him to the mat with a powerbomb and goes into a jackknife style cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eddie picks Teddy back up to his feet and sends him into the corner. Eddie comes charging in and looks for a splash, but Teddy gets a boot up and drives it into the face of Eddie stumbling him back. Teddy climbs up to the middle rope and jumps off taking Eddie down with a missile dropkick. Teddy follows up by grabbing Eddie by the legs and looking to lock in a Boston Crab and turns Eddie over onto his stomach and sitting back, locking in the hold. Eddie struggles and the ref asks if he wants to quit, but he refuses. Eddie scratches and claws his way towards the ropes, but as he gets just fingertips away, Teddy pulls him back to the middle of the ring. As he sits back more, The Frighteners are seen running down to the ring to start cheering Eddie on. Eddie again starts dragging Teddy to the bottom rope and this time he reaches out and causes the break.
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, it’s the boys!”
REYNOLDS
“Jesus, these freaks come outta the woodwork like cockroaches!”
HANSON
“Folks, I believe what my broadcast colleague means is here come Splatterday and Nightcrawler. Eddy Poe’s nephews, The Frightners.”
Teddy picks Eddie up off the mat and looks to send him into the ropes, but Eddie reverses and sends Teddy into the ropes instead. Teddy comes off the ropes and as he does, Eddie hits the opposite ropes and delivers a clothesline from hell that turns Teddy inside out. Eddie again starts to stomp away at the body of Teddy and as he does, The Frighteners begin to sneak around the ring, looking under the aprons and finding a table. Teddy makes it to the ropes once again and as he does, the ref tells Eddie to back off and this time gets between he and Teddy as Eddie has a few words with the ref. As the two are arguing, The Frightners take this opportunity to set up the table.
REYNOLDS
“What the hell are these idiots doing right in front of us?!”
HANSON
“Well, they aren’t in this match. I hope they aren’t planning on interfering.”
AUGUSTINO
“Maybe they’re gonna have some tacos brought out so they can eat and enjoy the match.”
HANSON
“I’d hope so but that table’s awfully close to that ring.”
Eddie picks Teddy back up off the mat and looks to once again send him into the ropes, but this time it’s Teddy who reverses it. Eddie hits the ropes and holds on. Teddy though comes charging in, but Eddie drops down and looks to backdrop Teddy out of the ring, but Teddy lands on the apron. Eddie looks to deliver a forearm smash, but Teddy ducks and delivers a shoulder to the midsection before grabbing Eddie and pulling him onto the apron as well. The two then start exchanging forearms and chops again. Eddie once again gets the better of the exchange and delivers a kick to the midsection before grabbing Teddy by the throat.
HANSON
“Aw, now, what the hell’s going on here? Not again! Eddy, stop!”
REYNOLDS
“Is this guy trying to kill someone?!”
AUGUSTINO
“He is called The Slasher!”
Eddy looks down and sees the table, lifts Teddy Morse and jumps down off the apron hitting a thunderous chokeslam, driving Teddy right through the table exploding it! The ref gets out of the ring to check on Teddy as Eddy gets right back up to his feet and rolls into the ring. The ref slides back into the ring and starts his count.
1....
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
HANSON
“Teddy’s gotta get up!”
AUGUSTINO
“C’mon, man! You can do it!”
REYNOLDS
“He needs to just stay down and that’s not me going against him. It’s for his own goddamn safety. Jesus, this show is getting insane!”
The count continues as Teddy begins to stir a little bit now as Eddy stands back confident.
17…
18…
19…
Teddy begins crawling back towards the ring, trying to get back into the ring and break the count.
20!
The ref calls for the bell as Teddy just collapses on the floor and Eddie has his hand raised in victory.
~DING DING DING~
REYNOLDS
“Son of a bitch. Well at least Teddy won’t die!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner, by countout...The Slasher! EDDY...POOOOOOOOOOE!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Kyle Smalls...Vincent Stone...Teddy Morse….”
REYNOLDS
“Eddy Poe is effectively taking out everybody that goes up against him! And I don’t condone it, don’t get me wrong!”
HANSON
“Who can step up and put a stop to The Slasher’s rampage?!”
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Countout
Time: 12:37
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Backstage, the camera found Amy Connors standing in front of the interview backdrop - microphone in hand - smiling sweetly as always as she greeted the camera. Standing beside her was the taller, rather intimidating looking member of the roster, Shelley Silver. Still, it’s as if Amy knows she is safe, even in the vicinity of one of NFW’s meanest, most dangerous competitors.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Amy Connors, here”. Please help me welcome my guest, at this time, the reigning and defending Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver!” Amy turned towards Shelley. “Hello, Shelley! How are you?”
Shelley looked up with a smile, “hey there, Amy. I’d have to say, I’m doing pretty damn good tonight. Thanks for having me.”
“Thanks for taking the time!” Amy said, chipper as always at first. “For us to have you, I mean. Wait, no I mean….” Amy looked at the camera with an adorable ‘oh shit’ look before shaking her head and moving on. “Anyway! So let’s talk about what you’ve been up to lately. Obviously--” She motioned to the title belt Shelley was holding, “--you’re still the Silver Mountain Champion! That, of course, means you were victorious against Ethan Skinner at Invasion in Vancouver, two weeks ago. What was your thought process going into the match and how did it feel getting the win over someone who, if you think about it, has been gunning for you for months, at this point?”
Shelley sighed, shaking her head, “honestly, Amy? I expected more going into that match. I even took advantage of the fact that we both have blackbelts in the same type of martial arts and… I really don’t know what happened there,” she shrugged. “After that… I was more than willing to give him another shot in a different type of match, letting him actually wrestle against me, but he just wanted to talk about it rather than do it.” She paused, holding up a single finger to let Amy know that she had more to say, “at the same time, I’m willing to give him a wrestling match. Hardcore at the very least. Non-title, though. Since I am trying to do things the proper way now.”
Amy looked a little confused, angling her head a little to the side. “I’m sorry. You said ‘proper way’ as in…?”
“To put it simply?” Shelley took a deep breath, “rather than just hand-picking someone to defend my championship against, I’d much rather have someone earn the right to challenge me for the title in a non-title match.”
Amy nodded in understanding with a small smile playing on her features. “A champion who seeks deserving competition. I, for one, like it. Well! That actually brings me to my next question and it’s about your match tonight. I’m sure a lot of your fans are wondering, as well.” Amy’s expression goes serious and almost sympathetic before she continues. “Shelley, tonight, you face off against someone relatively new, still, to the New Frontier. The woman known as “The Scream Queen” Dona Rotten. Now, we all saw what her husband, “The Slasher” Eddy Poe did to Kyle Smalls a week before Invasion and then, just last week he left Vincent Stone incapacitated at ringside. Now, while Dona Rotten has yet to even comment on either of these incidents, correct me if I’m wrong; those two are friends of yours, right?”
“I first met Kimi Smalls when she was barely out of high school and looking to train to be a professional wrestler. I happened to be friends with the owner of the gym she was training at and one of the first times I saw her in the ring, she performed a devastating Snapmare Driver against one of the other students. Before then, all I knew about her was that she had been a cheerleader and assumed that she wasn’t even going to make it a few weeks into training. After that, I took it upon myself to oversee her training and later came Kyle,” Shelley paused tilting her head. “So yeah, the twins and I are close and I had my eye on Vincent Stone before Kimi did,” she smirked, shrugging. “I’m not exactly happy with the lengths that Eddy has gone through to attempt to prove himself in the ring and he’s one of the reasons why I declared that I’m done talking about work on Twitter. At the same time… I know that Dona isn’t Eddy. Not once have I seen her jump in and join in on his shit talk, or aid him in his attempts to make himself look more dangerous in the ring.” She held a hand out, to signal that she way going for a ‘on the other hand’ statement, “but she also obviously condones all of his actions. Not one time has she stepped in and said something like ‘hey babe, that’s enough, they get it’. So we’ve got good and bad here.” She took a deep breath, before continuing, “in saying that, I’m not exactly happy with Eddy Poe, but I’m not looking to take out that anger on Dona Rotten for it. Not that I’m going to be holding back, either,” she grinned, winking.
Amy smirked, raising her eyebrows to the camera as if to silently say ‘you hear that, people?’ She turned back to Shelley then, giving a quick flip of her hair to get it back over her shoulder and keep it from falling into her face. “Well, from what we’ve seen, Dona Rotten doesn’t look like she’s one to hold back, either. With that being said - going back to what you said about doing things the proper way with the Silver Mountain Championship - if Dona Rotten gets the win over you, tonight, then in your eyes, does that mean she might earn the right to be your next challenger at Motor City Mayhem, in Detroit on August 13th?”
Shelley nodded eagerly, “yes! That’s exactly what I mean. I get that this division isn’t for everyone. It’s just that my past challengers have been a guy who couldn’t hack it against the other men, so he took advantage of entering a division where he could take on women and…” she paused, sighing heavily, “someone who has so many questions about his identity that I am surprised that he has time to do anything else in his life.” She shrugged, tilting her head. “So here I am. Considering the better option for the division. I can still go up against women and be in the Silver Mountain division. After going through basically all of the ladies here last year, I look forward to facing the new recruits one by one.”
Amy looked directly at the camera. “Do you hear that, new blood? The champ wants you!” Amy smiled, giggling a little at her own joke before turning to Shelley again. “On the subject of Motor City Mayhem, you said your next title defense would be - regardless of who - a...B.Y.O.W match? Is that...bring your own weapon?”
“Yes, bring your own weapons. The concentration of my martial arts training was weapons and I have been considered an expert in that field. This is one thing that I have found crossed over well into the world of professional weapons. In addition to the night stick that I have strapped to my thigh when I go out to ring, I am known to be best with a bow staff and nunchucks. So it won’t simply be chairs and kendo sticks. I’ll be bringing my whole toybox to the ring with me in Detroit.” She paused, tilting her head, “well, you know… one of them.”
Amy Connors’ eyes widened in surprise as her cheeks ran flush with pink. She did a quick look between Shelley and the camera before looking back to Shelley, again. “Uh-umm...as you say! Moving on!” Amy cleared her throat and brought a hand to her face. Wow, her cheeks felt warm. She went back to her professional posture as best as she could. “One final question, Shelley. It’s actually about your tag team partner, Angel Kusanagi. You’re the closest one to her among The Unwanted...and to be honest, I was too afraid to approach her to try and interview her. I’m not sure how well her English is, and on top of that, she was kinda just sitting there, rocking back and forth, crushing what looked like maraschino cherries in between her fingers and dropping them on the floor.” Amy cleared her throat and fanned her face with her hand as she looked at the camera man, mouthing ‘is it warm in here?’ The camera lifted and lowered as if the camera man were shrugging. Amy looked back to Shelley. “So, your tag team partner. Tonight, she has a match against yet another associate to Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten. Their...daughter…? Not sure how that works…. But, anyway! Angel takes on Cherry Addams, tonight. Now, this is, of course, a fallout due to last week. As you saw here - we’ll roll the tape for fans, as well….”
Amy’s voice continues over the camera as the feed cuts to show a replay of last week. We see an exhausted Adrianna Salvatore, following her match against Eavan Maloney for the Women’s TV title. Adrianna’s backing up the ramp, towards the stage and Cherry appears in the background, from behind the curtain.
“We see Adrianna there, now here comes Cherry.”
Just as was seen last week, Cherry attacks Adrianna, throwing her into the stage wall and begins unloading with knees and forearms before hitting her with Lamb To Slaughter - her running, diving double knee finisher, slamming Adrianna in between herself and the stage wall.
“What are your thoughts on all of this? Because here come you and the girls, not too long after.”
Cherry is chased off as the rest of The Unwanted come bursting from behind the curtain. Shelley and Mia tend to Adrianna. Angel goes sprinting after Cherry and chases her backstage. The video cuts out and the shot returns to Amy and Shelley.
“Any idea on why Cherry attacked Adrianna? And...dare I ask - no offense, please - do you know Angel’s mindset going in against her tonight?”
Despite the angered look on Shelley’s face, she let out a chortle, nodding. “No, no. I get it. I’m probably the one who Angel has spoken to the most in the entire company. I’m sure that it has a lot to do with the fact that Japanese is one of the seven languages I happen to be fluent in.” She shook her head with a sigh, “and I actually know exactly what Cherry Addams was doing last week. She’s frustrated and she’s not the only one. The newer signees were all hoping to jump right into things and be on a fast trip straight to the top, but weeks went by with them not even getting booked on the cards. So what did she do? She picked out one of the bigger names in the women’s division and jumped her while she was less than one hundred percent. She just picked the wrong one. Rule one of attacking someone is to make sure that none of their allies are closeby. But I say that what she did was a good thing. Not so long ago, The Kingdom showed NFW that they are not to be fucked with. The Unwanted have now been given an opportunity to do the same exact thing.” She blinked, trying to remember something before adding one more thing, “from what I understand by lurking on Twitter, Cherry has been,” she held up her hands to make airquotes with her fingers, “adopted,” she dropped her hands, “by Eddy and Dona. Which… I can only assume probably stems from Cherry having a poor home life, or something like that.”
Amy’s eyes widened and she tightened her lips, not really wanting to assume or touch that subject. “Well…? Who knows, right? Shelley, as always, thank you for taking the time to do an interview.” She offers her hand out, shyly for a handshake. “Always a pleasure talking with you and we look forward to seeing you in action, tonight! Good luck in your match and…” She shrugged. “The same to your partner, as well, if you don’t mind relaying that message.”
Shelley nodded, shaking Amy’s hand. “Any time, and yes, I will gladly relay the message.” She gave Amy a firm shake. “You’re doing great,” she added with a whisper, winking before dropping the other woman’s hand and took a step back to leave the scene.
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[Match #5. Singles Match - No Holds Barred - Adrianna Salvatore vs Brittany Hayes (Debut) ]
Cutting back to the ring, Roger Arden stands in the center, with the microphone.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
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~
Eddie and Teddy are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and just immediately begin exchanging forearm shots. The two go back and forth, each shot seemingly getting harder before Eddie blocks one of the forearm shots from Teddy and follows it up with a chop that echoes throughout the arena to the chest of his opponent. Eddie delivers a few more chops before delivering a headbutt that could be heard that stumbles Teddy back into the ropes. Eddie grabs Teddy by the wrist and sends him into the opposite ropes. Teddy comes off the ropes and as he does, Eddie takes him down with a big boot. Eddie then begins to just simply stomp away at the body of Teddy as he rolls to the ropes and the ref tells Eddie to back off who does after delivering another couple of stomps to the head of Teddy.
HANSON
“Referee’s having a tough time keeping Eddy’s rage under control in this match.”
REYNOLDS
“That psycho needs to keep his own rage under control! This is a wrestling match, not a goddamn street fight!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, Teddy Morse did say he wanted a fight. He’s getting one!”
Teddy uses the ropes to help himself get back up to a vertical base. Teddy comes back out to the center of the ring and as he does, Eddie goes for a back suplex, but Teddy delivers a few well aimed punches to the head of Eddie forcing him to break his hold. Teddy then follows up with a series of knife edge chops to the chest of Eddie before grabbing his wrist and sending him into the ropes. Eddie comes off the ropes and as he does, Teddy delivers a standing dropkick. Eddie drops to the mat and as he does, Teddy immediately grabs the arm and looks for an armbar. Eddie clenches his hands together to make sure his arm doesn’t become hyperextended. Teddy continues to try and pull the arm straight, but eventually Eddie makes it up to his feet with Teddy still holding the arm. Eddie lifts Teddy straight up and drops him to the mat with a powerbomb and goes into a jackknife style cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eddie picks Teddy back up to his feet and sends him into the corner. Eddie comes charging in and looks for a splash, but Teddy gets a boot up and drives it into the face of Eddie stumbling him back. Teddy climbs up to the middle rope and jumps off taking Eddie down with a missile dropkick. Teddy follows up by grabbing Eddie by the legs and looking to lock in a Boston Crab and turns Eddie over onto his stomach and sitting back, locking in the hold. Eddie struggles and the ref asks if he wants to quit, but he refuses. Eddie scratches and claws his way towards the ropes, but as he gets just fingertips away, Teddy pulls him back to the middle of the ring. As he sits back more, The Frighteners are seen running down to the ring to start cheering Eddie on. Eddie again starts dragging Teddy to the bottom rope and this time he reaches out and causes the break.
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, it’s the boys!”
REYNOLDS
“Jesus, these freaks come outta the woodwork like cockroaches!”
HANSON
“Folks, I believe what my broadcast colleague means is here come Splatterday and Nightcrawler. Eddy Poe’s nephews, The Frightners.”
Teddy picks Eddie up off the mat and looks to send him into the ropes, but Eddie reverses and sends Teddy into the ropes instead. Teddy comes off the ropes and as he does, Eddie hits the opposite ropes and delivers a clothesline from hell that turns Teddy inside out. Eddie again starts to stomp away at the body of Teddy and as he does, The Frighteners begin to sneak around the ring, looking under the aprons and finding a table. Teddy makes it to the ropes once again and as he does, the ref tells Eddie to back off and this time gets between he and Teddy as Eddie has a few words with the ref. As the two are arguing, The Frightners take this opportunity to set up the table.
REYNOLDS
“What the hell are these idiots doing right in front of us?!”
HANSON
“Well, they aren’t in this match. I hope they aren’t planning on interfering.”
AUGUSTINO
“Maybe they’re gonna have some tacos brought out so they can eat and enjoy the match.”
HANSON
“I’d hope so but that table’s awfully close to that ring.”
Eddie picks Teddy back up off the mat and looks to once again send him into the ropes, but this time it’s Teddy who reverses it. Eddie hits the ropes and holds on. Teddy though comes charging in, but Eddie drops down and looks to backdrop Teddy out of the ring, but Teddy lands on the apron. Eddie looks to deliver a forearm smash, but Teddy ducks and delivers a shoulder to the midsection before grabbing Eddie and pulling him onto the apron as well. The two then start exchanging forearms and chops again. Eddie once again gets the better of the exchange and delivers a kick to the midsection before grabbing Teddy by the throat.
HANSON
“Aw, now, what the hell’s going on here? Not again! Eddy, stop!”
REYNOLDS
“Is this guy trying to kill someone?!”
AUGUSTINO
“He is called The Slasher!”
Eddy looks down and sees the table, lifts Teddy Morse and jumps down off the apron hitting a thunderous chokeslam, driving Teddy right through the table exploding it! The ref gets out of the ring to check on Teddy as Eddy gets right back up to his feet and rolls into the ring. The ref slides back into the ring and starts his count.
1....
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
HANSON
“Teddy’s gotta get up!”
AUGUSTINO
“C’mon, man! You can do it!”
REYNOLDS
“He needs to just stay down and that’s not me going against him. It’s for his own goddamn safety. Jesus, this show is getting insane!”
The count continues as Teddy begins to stir a little bit now as Eddy stands back confident.
17…
18…
19…
Teddy begins crawling back towards the ring, trying to get back into the ring and break the count.
20!
The ref calls for the bell as Teddy just collapses on the floor and Eddie has his hand raised in victory.
~DING DING DING~
REYNOLDS
“Son of a bitch. Well at least Teddy won’t die!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner, by countout...The Slasher! EDDY...POOOOOOOOOOE!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Kyle Smalls...Vincent Stone...Teddy Morse….”
REYNOLDS
“Eddy Poe is effectively taking out everybody that goes up against him! And I don’t condone it, don’t get me wrong!”
HANSON
“Who can step up and put a stop to The Slasher’s rampage?!”
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Countout
Time: 12:37
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Backstage, the camera found Amy Connors standing in front of the interview backdrop - microphone in hand - smiling sweetly as always as she greeted the camera. Standing beside her was the taller, rather intimidating looking member of the roster, Shelley Silver. Still, it’s as if Amy knows she is safe, even in the vicinity of one of NFW’s meanest, most dangerous competitors.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Amy Connors, here”. Please help me welcome my guest, at this time, the reigning and defending Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver!” Amy turned towards Shelley. “Hello, Shelley! How are you?”
Shelley looked up with a smile, “hey there, Amy. I’d have to say, I’m doing pretty damn good tonight. Thanks for having me.”
“Thanks for taking the time!” Amy said, chipper as always at first. “For us to have you, I mean. Wait, no I mean….” Amy looked at the camera with an adorable ‘oh shit’ look before shaking her head and moving on. “Anyway! So let’s talk about what you’ve been up to lately. Obviously--” She motioned to the title belt Shelley was holding, “--you’re still the Silver Mountain Champion! That, of course, means you were victorious against Ethan Skinner at Invasion in Vancouver, two weeks ago. What was your thought process going into the match and how did it feel getting the win over someone who, if you think about it, has been gunning for you for months, at this point?”
Shelley sighed, shaking her head, “honestly, Amy? I expected more going into that match. I even took advantage of the fact that we both have blackbelts in the same type of martial arts and… I really don’t know what happened there,” she shrugged. “After that… I was more than willing to give him another shot in a different type of match, letting him actually wrestle against me, but he just wanted to talk about it rather than do it.” She paused, holding up a single finger to let Amy know that she had more to say, “at the same time, I’m willing to give him a wrestling match. Hardcore at the very least. Non-title, though. Since I am trying to do things the proper way now.”
Amy looked a little confused, angling her head a little to the side. “I’m sorry. You said ‘proper way’ as in…?”
“To put it simply?” Shelley took a deep breath, “rather than just hand-picking someone to defend my championship against, I’d much rather have someone earn the right to challenge me for the title in a non-title match.”
Amy nodded in understanding with a small smile playing on her features. “A champion who seeks deserving competition. I, for one, like it. Well! That actually brings me to my next question and it’s about your match tonight. I’m sure a lot of your fans are wondering, as well.” Amy’s expression goes serious and almost sympathetic before she continues. “Shelley, tonight, you face off against someone relatively new, still, to the New Frontier. The woman known as “The Scream Queen” Dona Rotten. Now, we all saw what her husband, “The Slasher” Eddy Poe did to Kyle Smalls a week before Invasion and then, just last week he left Vincent Stone incapacitated at ringside. Now, while Dona Rotten has yet to even comment on either of these incidents, correct me if I’m wrong; those two are friends of yours, right?”
“I first met Kimi Smalls when she was barely out of high school and looking to train to be a professional wrestler. I happened to be friends with the owner of the gym she was training at and one of the first times I saw her in the ring, she performed a devastating Snapmare Driver against one of the other students. Before then, all I knew about her was that she had been a cheerleader and assumed that she wasn’t even going to make it a few weeks into training. After that, I took it upon myself to oversee her training and later came Kyle,” Shelley paused tilting her head. “So yeah, the twins and I are close and I had my eye on Vincent Stone before Kimi did,” she smirked, shrugging. “I’m not exactly happy with the lengths that Eddy has gone through to attempt to prove himself in the ring and he’s one of the reasons why I declared that I’m done talking about work on Twitter. At the same time… I know that Dona isn’t Eddy. Not once have I seen her jump in and join in on his shit talk, or aid him in his attempts to make himself look more dangerous in the ring.” She held a hand out, to signal that she way going for a ‘on the other hand’ statement, “but she also obviously condones all of his actions. Not one time has she stepped in and said something like ‘hey babe, that’s enough, they get it’. So we’ve got good and bad here.” She took a deep breath, before continuing, “in saying that, I’m not exactly happy with Eddy Poe, but I’m not looking to take out that anger on Dona Rotten for it. Not that I’m going to be holding back, either,” she grinned, winking.
Amy smirked, raising her eyebrows to the camera as if to silently say ‘you hear that, people?’ She turned back to Shelley then, giving a quick flip of her hair to get it back over her shoulder and keep it from falling into her face. “Well, from what we’ve seen, Dona Rotten doesn’t look like she’s one to hold back, either. With that being said - going back to what you said about doing things the proper way with the Silver Mountain Championship - if Dona Rotten gets the win over you, tonight, then in your eyes, does that mean she might earn the right to be your next challenger at Motor City Mayhem, in Detroit on August 13th?”
Shelley nodded eagerly, “yes! That’s exactly what I mean. I get that this division isn’t for everyone. It’s just that my past challengers have been a guy who couldn’t hack it against the other men, so he took advantage of entering a division where he could take on women and…” she paused, sighing heavily, “someone who has so many questions about his identity that I am surprised that he has time to do anything else in his life.” She shrugged, tilting her head. “So here I am. Considering the better option for the division. I can still go up against women and be in the Silver Mountain division. After going through basically all of the ladies here last year, I look forward to facing the new recruits one by one.”
Amy looked directly at the camera. “Do you hear that, new blood? The champ wants you!” Amy smiled, giggling a little at her own joke before turning to Shelley again. “On the subject of Motor City Mayhem, you said your next title defense would be - regardless of who - a...B.Y.O.W match? Is that...bring your own weapon?”
“Yes, bring your own weapons. The concentration of my martial arts training was weapons and I have been considered an expert in that field. This is one thing that I have found crossed over well into the world of professional weapons. In addition to the night stick that I have strapped to my thigh when I go out to ring, I am known to be best with a bow staff and nunchucks. So it won’t simply be chairs and kendo sticks. I’ll be bringing my whole toybox to the ring with me in Detroit.” She paused, tilting her head, “well, you know… one of them.”
Amy Connors’ eyes widened in surprise as her cheeks ran flush with pink. She did a quick look between Shelley and the camera before looking back to Shelley, again. “Uh-umm...as you say! Moving on!” Amy cleared her throat and brought a hand to her face. Wow, her cheeks felt warm. She went back to her professional posture as best as she could. “One final question, Shelley. It’s actually about your tag team partner, Angel Kusanagi. You’re the closest one to her among The Unwanted...and to be honest, I was too afraid to approach her to try and interview her. I’m not sure how well her English is, and on top of that, she was kinda just sitting there, rocking back and forth, crushing what looked like maraschino cherries in between her fingers and dropping them on the floor.” Amy cleared her throat and fanned her face with her hand as she looked at the camera man, mouthing ‘is it warm in here?’ The camera lifted and lowered as if the camera man were shrugging. Amy looked back to Shelley. “So, your tag team partner. Tonight, she has a match against yet another associate to Eddy Poe and Dona Rotten. Their...daughter…? Not sure how that works…. But, anyway! Angel takes on Cherry Addams, tonight. Now, this is, of course, a fallout due to last week. As you saw here - we’ll roll the tape for fans, as well….”
Amy’s voice continues over the camera as the feed cuts to show a replay of last week. We see an exhausted Adrianna Salvatore, following her match against Eavan Maloney for the Women’s TV title. Adrianna’s backing up the ramp, towards the stage and Cherry appears in the background, from behind the curtain.
“We see Adrianna there, now here comes Cherry.”
Just as was seen last week, Cherry attacks Adrianna, throwing her into the stage wall and begins unloading with knees and forearms before hitting her with Lamb To Slaughter - her running, diving double knee finisher, slamming Adrianna in between herself and the stage wall.
“What are your thoughts on all of this? Because here come you and the girls, not too long after.”
Cherry is chased off as the rest of The Unwanted come bursting from behind the curtain. Shelley and Mia tend to Adrianna. Angel goes sprinting after Cherry and chases her backstage. The video cuts out and the shot returns to Amy and Shelley.
“Any idea on why Cherry attacked Adrianna? And...dare I ask - no offense, please - do you know Angel’s mindset going in against her tonight?”
Despite the angered look on Shelley’s face, she let out a chortle, nodding. “No, no. I get it. I’m probably the one who Angel has spoken to the most in the entire company. I’m sure that it has a lot to do with the fact that Japanese is one of the seven languages I happen to be fluent in.” She shook her head with a sigh, “and I actually know exactly what Cherry Addams was doing last week. She’s frustrated and she’s not the only one. The newer signees were all hoping to jump right into things and be on a fast trip straight to the top, but weeks went by with them not even getting booked on the cards. So what did she do? She picked out one of the bigger names in the women’s division and jumped her while she was less than one hundred percent. She just picked the wrong one. Rule one of attacking someone is to make sure that none of their allies are closeby. But I say that what she did was a good thing. Not so long ago, The Kingdom showed NFW that they are not to be fucked with. The Unwanted have now been given an opportunity to do the same exact thing.” She blinked, trying to remember something before adding one more thing, “from what I understand by lurking on Twitter, Cherry has been,” she held up her hands to make airquotes with her fingers, “adopted,” she dropped her hands, “by Eddy and Dona. Which… I can only assume probably stems from Cherry having a poor home life, or something like that.”
Amy’s eyes widened and she tightened her lips, not really wanting to assume or touch that subject. “Well…? Who knows, right? Shelley, as always, thank you for taking the time to do an interview.” She offers her hand out, shyly for a handshake. “Always a pleasure talking with you and we look forward to seeing you in action, tonight! Good luck in your match and…” She shrugged. “The same to your partner, as well, if you don’t mind relaying that message.”
Shelley nodded, shaking Amy’s hand. “Any time, and yes, I will gladly relay the message.” She gave Amy a firm shake. “You’re doing great,” she added with a whisper, winking before dropping the other woman’s hand and took a step back to leave the scene.
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[Match #5. Singles Match - No Holds Barred - Adrianna Salvatore vs Brittany Hayes (Debut) ]
Cutting back to the ring, Roger Arden stands in the center, with the microphone.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction, mostly consisting of boos as the NFW arena fills with the new sound of Hole’s “Celebrity Skin.” The “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM” banner fills the video wall. With Courtney Love’s first lyrics, the curtain flies open and out steps Brittany Hayes in her ring gear. With her, are Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne, both dressed in their usual style of street clothes. Amped up for her first time in an NFW ring, Brittany rolls her eyes and waves a dismissive hand at the boos. She starts down towards the ring, followed closely by her stable mates.
ARDEN
“Introducing first! Making her NFW debut! Accompanied to the ring by Morgan Payne AND the NFW Women’s Champion, Sativa Nevaeh! Representing The Kingdom! Please welcome, BRITTANY...HAAAAAAAAYES!!!”
Full of spunk and attitude, Brittany reaches the ring, stopping to jaw jack with a guy in the front row. She sticks her middle finger right up in his face and flips his hat off of his head before running up the steps and getting into the ring. Morgan and Sativa join her, doing everything to amp her up. Pats on the back. Hugs. Yelling to the crowd to give it up for their new, ambitious member. This energy stops when the lights in the arena go out….
ARDEN
“Introducing first! Making her NFW debut! Accompanied to the ring by Morgan Payne AND the NFW Women’s Champion, Sativa Nevaeh! Representing The Kingdom! Please welcome, BRITTANY...HAAAAAAAAYES!!!”
Full of spunk and attitude, Brittany reaches the ring, stopping to jaw jack with a guy in the front row. She sticks her middle finger right up in his face and flips his hat off of his head before running up the steps and getting into the ring. Morgan and Sativa join her, doing everything to amp her up. Pats on the back. Hugs. Yelling to the crowd to give it up for their new, ambitious member. This energy stops when the lights in the arena go out….
The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth in from space as Mushroomhead's "Sun Doesn't Rise" begins to play. As it does, the vignette depicts a flaming meteor hurtling towards the planet.
~Some kind of evidence....~
~Some kind of reason....~
~Why I can't find a way....~
~To begin my life....~
The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.
~Somewhere in this dying day....~
~If I can only find a way for my own escape....~
~I find it hard to concentrate with all my past mistakes....~
~TO BEGIN MY LIFE!!~
From a bird's eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth's surface, just as the song picks up, causing a fiery flash on the screen and the vignette switches to grainy, black and white images of Adrianna Salvatore's most brutal match highlights, mixed in with closeups of her rather deranged smile and menacing sneer. In the pitch black arena, lights on the stage come on, flashing and flickering. They illuminate a silhouette standing calmly in a hooded vest. Due to the lights positioning, all we see is the solid black outline, obscuring the lights behind it. As the chorus hits, the lights switch, coming on to light up the stage and ramp in a soft white but still leaving the arena dark. We see the figure in detail now as Adrianna Salvatore lifts her head and stares down at the ring from under her hood. She has that same sneer on her face as in her vignette. She steps forward, approaching the ring with a sense of purpose in her steps.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Brooklyn, New York!! Representing The Unwanted!! She is the Queen of Anarchy...ADRIIIAAANNAAAAAAAAA....SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Adrianna reaches ringside and runs up onto the apron, kneeling upon it on one knee. Now, we see that wicked smile of hers as she licks her teeth. She turns around on the apron, skillfully and slides herself in, backwards under the bottom rope. Standing to her feet, Adrianna moves to a turnbuckle and climbs up. She throws back her hood as she bends forward and does a circular headbang to the music. After a few seconds, she throws her hair back with a wide eyed, wild smile on her face, amping up the fans. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, she removes her vest, folds it and carefully hands it to the timekeeper before preparing for the match.
~DING DING DING~
Once the bell rang, Brittany Hayes no longer seemed the brash, obnoxious girl she had been coming off as over social media. Down on the floor, in her corner, Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne offered last second reminders up to her. The young up and comer from the indies nodded nervously as she turned from her two seconds and looked across the ring at the physical specimen that was her opponent, Adrianna Salvatore. Adrianna stood back in her corner, leaning into the corner and watching Brittany like a predator ready to pounce. When Brittany finally began to tentatively step out of her corner, Adrianna promptly came out of hers and stood to the center of the ring, waiting. Brittany Hayes nodded at the re-encouragement from Sativa and Morgan as she stepped out of the corner and came to meet Adrianna face to face. She was clearly a bundle of nerves...and the fans probably weren't helping.
A's GONNA KIIIILL YOU!!
A's GONNA KIIIILL YOU!!
A's GONNA KIIIILL YOU!!
A's GONNA KIIIILL YOU!!
REYNOLDS
"Aw, these fans are fucking horrible! Listen to them!"
AUGUSTINO
"Hey, Salvatore doesn't fuck around with anybody! You know that!"
REYNOLDS
"Still listen to these people! And look how scared little Brittany is!"
HANSON
"This is NFW, Jim. It's time to sink or swim, like Steven Brody says!"
Brittany looked around at the taunting fans, getting more anxious where she stood. Adrianna was cool and collected but clearly ready to explode if that button was pushed. She looked around at the audience without her expression changing as she looked back down at Brittany. Brittany Hayes stepped back suddenly, by two steps and put a distance between her and Adrianna. Not too far. Far enough to reach out and offer a handshake before their match started. Adrianna looked down at the hand and back up at Brittany. Brittany gave a nervous smile and one shouldered shrug. After a couple seconds, Adrianna's expression softened as she looked at the little sister of the Women's Roster General Manager, Savannah Hayes, and reached out to accept the handshake. Applause came from the crowd as the two women shook hands. As Adrianna nodded to Brittany, appreciating her show of respect, she turned to nod at the crowd.
REYNOLDS
"Look at that! See? Good sportsmanship from the new girl!"
HANSON
"Well, that's nice to see!"
AUGUSTINO
"Definitely. I think Ms. Hayes might have exaggerated a little abou---"
This was when Brittany used her grip on Adrianna's hand to yank herself forward and catch the bigger women in the face with a stiff elbow. The crowd's applause turned to boos as Adrianna staggered back while Brittany started to throw out haymakers, forearms and kicks to whatever she could hit.
HANSON
"I guess I spoke too soon! Brittany Hayes is nothing more than an opportunist!"
REYNOLDS
"Nah, this was part of her strategy!"
AUGUSTINO
"...Eh! I don't really like it, but I can't knock it! I mean look at the size of Hayes and look at the size of Salvatore!"
Brittany Hayes actually got Adrianna Salvatore back on the ropes with her shots being thrown out until the referee started counting. At '4' Brittany backed off of Adrianna and got in the referee's face, yelling that she knew what the rules were. She then turned back to Adrianna who was still on the ropes. Brittany went for an Irish whip but Adrianna reversed it and sent her into the ropes, instead. Brittany came back and Adrianna ran in for a lariat. Brittany ducked and went for the other side of the ropes while Adrianna kept running for the opposite side. Both women came off the ropes at the same time and ran for the center. Cocking back an arm, Brittany looked ready for a clothesline but Adrianna leaped up and her knee connected with a painfully loud impact with the side of Brittany's head as Adrianna connected with the Hell's Bells!
HANSON
"HELL'S BELLS!!! HELL'S BELLS!!! FROM THE GET-GO!!"
REYNOLDS
"GODDAMN!!"
AUGUSTINO
"That one sounded like it hurt!! Talk about getting your bell rung!"
Brittany stumbled around, seemingly dazed and out on her feet. Outside of the ring, in her corner, Sativa Nevaeh wore a grimace of empathy like she knew how bad that had to hurt. Morgan Payne had her hands folded on her head, eyes wide, jaw dropped in shock. Back inside the ring, Adrianna Salvatore didn't miss a beat and ran off of the ropes, launching herself at Brittany Hayes with a spear so violent it looked like it could have snapped her in half.
HANSON
"MOAB!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"MOAB'S BEEN FIRED AND LANDED RIGHT ON TARGET!!"
Adrianna rose up onto her knees, teeth clenched with a seething look of anger on her face. Evidently, Brittany Hayes sneak attack pushed that button that was needed to make her go off. Without looking away from her opponent - not looking at the crowd of even The Kingdom members in her corner - Adrianna pulled Brittany Hayes up by the hair and pulled her into a suplex hold.
AUGUSTINO
"Awwww, I love this move!! Everytime I see it!"
REYNOLDS
"I see a bomb dropping! Where's it gonna land?!"
Adrianna snapped Brittany up for a suplex, but did so with enough force that she flipped her over in the air and released her, catching her in a brutal sitout powerbomb finisher.
HANSON/REYNOLDS/AUGUSTINO
"GROUND ZERO!!!!!"
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
"Here is your winner....ADRIANNA...SALVAAAAATOOOREEEEEEEEEE!!"
HANSON
“Short, sweet and to the point! That’s a record for Salvatore, I believe!”
AUGUSTINO
“I clocked it at three minutes, forty eight seconds!”
REYNOLDS
“That’s quicker than she beat Iwatani at When Worlds Collide, last year!”
Mushroomhead's "Sun Doesn't Rise" filled the arena again as Adrianna had her arm raised. However, she quickly pulled her arm free and walked over to the corner closest to the timekeeper and called for a microphone. Her music stopped as she raised the mic to her mouth and looked up at the stage, towards the back. "Savannah!" Adrianna said sharply into the microphone, not even winded from her match. "Savannah Hayes. Listen up. Listen good. I love competing. You know I'll fight anybody. Big. Small. Rookie. Veteran. It doesn't matter. As our General Manager, I respect you. Hell, as a person, I even like you. But this?" She pointed to Brittany Hayes, laid out in the middle of the ring and shook her head. "This isn't what I'm here for. I am not your dog -- I am nobody's dog -- to unleash on your problems. The last person who thought they could use me as such? It didn't end well for him. Remember that, next time...." Adrianna dropped the microphone as her music resumed and she promptly exited the ring, heading up the ramp as Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne entered the ring to get Brittany Hayes out of there....
As things started to calm down, following the match, Roger Arden stepped back into the ring with the microphone. He moved to the center of the ring, smiling coolly as always as he raised his microphone.
ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"
ONE FALL!!
~Some kind of evidence....~
~Some kind of reason....~
~Why I can't find a way....~
~To begin my life....~
The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.
~Somewhere in this dying day....~
~If I can only find a way for my own escape....~
~I find it hard to concentrate with all my past mistakes....~
~TO BEGIN MY LIFE!!~
From a bird's eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth's surface, just as the song picks up, causing a fiery flash on the screen and the vignette switches to grainy, black and white images of Adrianna Salvatore's most brutal match highlights, mixed in with closeups of her rather deranged smile and menacing sneer. In the pitch black arena, lights on the stage come on, flashing and flickering. They illuminate a silhouette standing calmly in a hooded vest. Due to the lights positioning, all we see is the solid black outline, obscuring the lights behind it. As the chorus hits, the lights switch, coming on to light up the stage and ramp in a soft white but still leaving the arena dark. We see the figure in detail now as Adrianna Salvatore lifts her head and stares down at the ring from under her hood. She has that same sneer on her face as in her vignette. She steps forward, approaching the ring with a sense of purpose in her steps.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Brooklyn, New York!! Representing The Unwanted!! She is the Queen of Anarchy...ADRIIIAAANNAAAAAAAAA....SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Adrianna reaches ringside and runs up onto the apron, kneeling upon it on one knee. Now, we see that wicked smile of hers as she licks her teeth. She turns around on the apron, skillfully and slides herself in, backwards under the bottom rope. Standing to her feet, Adrianna moves to a turnbuckle and climbs up. She throws back her hood as she bends forward and does a circular headbang to the music. After a few seconds, she throws her hair back with a wide eyed, wild smile on her face, amping up the fans. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, she removes her vest, folds it and carefully hands it to the timekeeper before preparing for the match.
~DING DING DING~
Once the bell rang, Brittany Hayes no longer seemed the brash, obnoxious girl she had been coming off as over social media. Down on the floor, in her corner, Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne offered last second reminders up to her. The young up and comer from the indies nodded nervously as she turned from her two seconds and looked across the ring at the physical specimen that was her opponent, Adrianna Salvatore. Adrianna stood back in her corner, leaning into the corner and watching Brittany like a predator ready to pounce. When Brittany finally began to tentatively step out of her corner, Adrianna promptly came out of hers and stood to the center of the ring, waiting. Brittany Hayes nodded at the re-encouragement from Sativa and Morgan as she stepped out of the corner and came to meet Adrianna face to face. She was clearly a bundle of nerves...and the fans probably weren't helping.
A's GONNA KIIIILL YOU!!
A's GONNA KIIIILL YOU!!
A's GONNA KIIIILL YOU!!
A's GONNA KIIIILL YOU!!
REYNOLDS
"Aw, these fans are fucking horrible! Listen to them!"
AUGUSTINO
"Hey, Salvatore doesn't fuck around with anybody! You know that!"
REYNOLDS
"Still listen to these people! And look how scared little Brittany is!"
HANSON
"This is NFW, Jim. It's time to sink or swim, like Steven Brody says!"
Brittany looked around at the taunting fans, getting more anxious where she stood. Adrianna was cool and collected but clearly ready to explode if that button was pushed. She looked around at the audience without her expression changing as she looked back down at Brittany. Brittany Hayes stepped back suddenly, by two steps and put a distance between her and Adrianna. Not too far. Far enough to reach out and offer a handshake before their match started. Adrianna looked down at the hand and back up at Brittany. Brittany gave a nervous smile and one shouldered shrug. After a couple seconds, Adrianna's expression softened as she looked at the little sister of the Women's Roster General Manager, Savannah Hayes, and reached out to accept the handshake. Applause came from the crowd as the two women shook hands. As Adrianna nodded to Brittany, appreciating her show of respect, she turned to nod at the crowd.
REYNOLDS
"Look at that! See? Good sportsmanship from the new girl!"
HANSON
"Well, that's nice to see!"
AUGUSTINO
"Definitely. I think Ms. Hayes might have exaggerated a little abou---"
This was when Brittany used her grip on Adrianna's hand to yank herself forward and catch the bigger women in the face with a stiff elbow. The crowd's applause turned to boos as Adrianna staggered back while Brittany started to throw out haymakers, forearms and kicks to whatever she could hit.
HANSON
"I guess I spoke too soon! Brittany Hayes is nothing more than an opportunist!"
REYNOLDS
"Nah, this was part of her strategy!"
AUGUSTINO
"...Eh! I don't really like it, but I can't knock it! I mean look at the size of Hayes and look at the size of Salvatore!"
Brittany Hayes actually got Adrianna Salvatore back on the ropes with her shots being thrown out until the referee started counting. At '4' Brittany backed off of Adrianna and got in the referee's face, yelling that she knew what the rules were. She then turned back to Adrianna who was still on the ropes. Brittany went for an Irish whip but Adrianna reversed it and sent her into the ropes, instead. Brittany came back and Adrianna ran in for a lariat. Brittany ducked and went for the other side of the ropes while Adrianna kept running for the opposite side. Both women came off the ropes at the same time and ran for the center. Cocking back an arm, Brittany looked ready for a clothesline but Adrianna leaped up and her knee connected with a painfully loud impact with the side of Brittany's head as Adrianna connected with the Hell's Bells!
HANSON
"HELL'S BELLS!!! HELL'S BELLS!!! FROM THE GET-GO!!"
REYNOLDS
"GODDAMN!!"
AUGUSTINO
"That one sounded like it hurt!! Talk about getting your bell rung!"
Brittany stumbled around, seemingly dazed and out on her feet. Outside of the ring, in her corner, Sativa Nevaeh wore a grimace of empathy like she knew how bad that had to hurt. Morgan Payne had her hands folded on her head, eyes wide, jaw dropped in shock. Back inside the ring, Adrianna Salvatore didn't miss a beat and ran off of the ropes, launching herself at Brittany Hayes with a spear so violent it looked like it could have snapped her in half.
HANSON
"MOAB!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"MOAB'S BEEN FIRED AND LANDED RIGHT ON TARGET!!"
Adrianna rose up onto her knees, teeth clenched with a seething look of anger on her face. Evidently, Brittany Hayes sneak attack pushed that button that was needed to make her go off. Without looking away from her opponent - not looking at the crowd of even The Kingdom members in her corner - Adrianna pulled Brittany Hayes up by the hair and pulled her into a suplex hold.
AUGUSTINO
"Awwww, I love this move!! Everytime I see it!"
REYNOLDS
"I see a bomb dropping! Where's it gonna land?!"
Adrianna snapped Brittany up for a suplex, but did so with enough force that she flipped her over in the air and released her, catching her in a brutal sitout powerbomb finisher.
HANSON/REYNOLDS/AUGUSTINO
"GROUND ZERO!!!!!"
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
"Here is your winner....ADRIANNA...SALVAAAAATOOOREEEEEEEEEE!!"
HANSON
“Short, sweet and to the point! That’s a record for Salvatore, I believe!”
AUGUSTINO
“I clocked it at three minutes, forty eight seconds!”
REYNOLDS
“That’s quicker than she beat Iwatani at When Worlds Collide, last year!”
Mushroomhead's "Sun Doesn't Rise" filled the arena again as Adrianna had her arm raised. However, she quickly pulled her arm free and walked over to the corner closest to the timekeeper and called for a microphone. Her music stopped as she raised the mic to her mouth and looked up at the stage, towards the back. "Savannah!" Adrianna said sharply into the microphone, not even winded from her match. "Savannah Hayes. Listen up. Listen good. I love competing. You know I'll fight anybody. Big. Small. Rookie. Veteran. It doesn't matter. As our General Manager, I respect you. Hell, as a person, I even like you. But this?" She pointed to Brittany Hayes, laid out in the middle of the ring and shook her head. "This isn't what I'm here for. I am not your dog -- I am nobody's dog -- to unleash on your problems. The last person who thought they could use me as such? It didn't end well for him. Remember that, next time...." Adrianna dropped the microphone as her music resumed and she promptly exited the ring, heading up the ramp as Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne entered the ring to get Brittany Hayes out of there....
As things started to calm down, following the match, Roger Arden stepped back into the ring with the microphone. He moved to the center of the ring, smiling coolly as always as he raised his microphone.
ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"
ONE FALL!!
The announcement was suddenly cut off by the opening guitar note to Calavera Conspiracy's "Ultra-Violent." A commotion arose through the crowd as the fans looked to the ramp in almost worried anticipation. From behind the curtain on the stage, Doomsday and Belephegor - Ultra-Violence - came walking out onto the stage. Again, both men were dressed in their street clothes. Doomsday had his mask. Belphegor actually had his facepaint on this time. Together, the two giants marched down the ramp and split off in separate directions as they circled the ring. Belphegor seemed to be scanning the fans while Doomsday watched the announce table and timekeeper's table.
REYNOLDS
"What the hell are these guys doing out here?!"
HANSON
"I...I don't wanna be right, Jim...but you heard what they said last week. Until Turn-It-Up Express signs that contract for the Tartarus Prison Match, there will be collateral damage!"
AUGUSTINO
"I don't wanna even think of why they might be out here now."
REYNOLDS
"Hey hey hey! C'mon now, Doomsday! Buddy? I always liked you!"
This was said as Doomsday slowly began passing by the announce table, watching the announcers as if thinking. Choosing. All of a sudden, however, it seemed that they already had a target in mind as Doomsday turned towards the ring. On the outsie, adjacent side to where he was, Belphegor watched the ring as well and both men climbed onto the apron, locked onto ring announcer, Roger Arden. Roger looked between the two, frowning in confusion as he watched the two.
HANSON
"Hey, now. Wait a minute. What are they doing?"
AUGUSTINO
"Are they looking at Rog?!"
REYNOLDS
"Aw, no way! Get the hell out of there, man! They can't do this!"
Roger Arden stood frozen in fear as Belphegor and Doomsday stepped into the ring, over the top ropes. The crowd boo'ed as the two, large men honed in on Roger. Roger dropped his microphone and brought his hands up, in submission, in front of him. As he began to plead directly with Doomsday, Belphegor lunged in from the side and hit Roger Arden with a big boot to the place, dropping him on the mat. The crowd reacted emphatically as Roger hit the mat and Doomsday stepped over and picked him up to his feet by his hair. Once he had Arden up on his feet, the masked man of Ultra-Violence took him by the throat and delivered a brutal CHOKESLAM into the center of the ring.
HANSON
"CHOKESLAM TO ROGER ARDEN! THAT'S OUR RING ANNOUNCER!!"
REYNOLDS
"HE'S NOT A WRESTLER!! WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Someone's gotta get out here! Why is nobody helping?!"
Doomsday adjusted his elbow brace before looking towards one corner of the ring. He tapped Belphegor in the chest and motioned to whatever it was he was looking at. Belphegor nodded and stepped out of the ring, walking over to the steps. Meanwhile, Doomsday picked Roger Arden up to his feet and whipped him out of the ring. The poor, defenseless ring announcer tumbled to the floor. Doomsday followed him out as Belphegor removed the top half of the steps. Doomsday grabbed Roger Arden by the leg and dragged him over to where the steps were, setting his foot in place.
HANSON
"NO!"
AUGUSTINO
"OH GOD NO! C'MON!"
HANSON
"THEY CAN'T DO THIS!!!"
REYNOLDS
"THIS MAN HASN'T DONE ANYTHING TO THEM!! EVER!!"
HANSON
"DON'T DO IT, BELPHEGOR! DOOMSDAY!!! C'MON, STOP!! NO!!"
Belphegor raised up the steel steps and brought them down hard onto Roger Arden's ankle with a thunderous SLAM of metal on metal. Roger Arden immediately awoke out of his daze from the chokeslam, screaming in utter agony as he reached and tried to clutch his ankle. The crowd roared with disapproval as Belphegor threw the steps aside, discarding them and came to stand with his tag team partner.
HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!!! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"¡MALDITOS HIJOS DE PUTA!!"
REYNOLDS
"Whatever she just said! I'm sure it was bad!!"
As Roger Arden laid, screaming, on the ground, Doomsday moved over to the ring and reached under the bottom rope where Arden's microphone had fallen when he tossed it aside. The man grabbed the microphone and turned towards the camera, motioning to Roger.
"Take a good look, Rick...Matt...and listen!"
Doomsday steps over to where Roger Arden lies, clutching his ankle and lowers the microphone down by the man's mouth. The speakers pick up Roger's groans of pain. Belphegor then steps over and presses his boot down on Roger's broken ankle. The ringside area is filled with Roger's blood curdling screams of agony as he is forced to scream into the microphone. A quick cut to the announce table shows the looks of horror on the announcer's faces. Miranda, in particular, covers her mouth with both hands as tears stream silently down her cheeks out of sympathy for their colleague. Cutting back to Ultra-Violence and Roger Arden, Belphegor removes his foot from Roger's ankle and Doomsday brings the microphone back up to his masked face as he looks directly into the camera.
"Now Rick...does THIS...look like...a fucking...GAME?!?!"
Doomsday drops the microphone to the floor and leads the way for he and Belphegor up the ramp towards the backstage area as EMTs rush down to the ring with a stretcher while the shot fades to a commercial break....
Winner: Adrianna Salvatore
Result: Pinfall
Time: 3:48
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[Match #6. Singles Match - Shelley Silver vs Dona Rotten]
The camera returns to ringside and we see Miranda Augustino, stepped away from the announce table and standing in the middle of the ring where Roger Arden should be. She’s holding a microphone in her hand, looking somber in her expression. Her eyes still a little red from crying. When she sees the camera, however, she puts on a big smile.
HANSON
“Folks, welcome back. If you’re just joining us, our ring announcer Roger Arden was viciously attacked at the hands of Doomsday and Belphegor, collectively known as Ultra-Violence. We’re being told he has suffered a fractured ankle and will be out for some time. We extend our well wishes to Roger and his family. We hope to see him back with us, very soon.”
REYNOLDS
“Get well, soon, Rog.”
Jim Reynolds, looking sullen as well, raises a ‘be strong’ fist to the camera as Nick Hanson nods at Miranda Augustino in the ring.
HANSON
“As I understand, folks, it’ll be our broadcast colleague, Miranda Augustino, standing in for Roger Arden during his absence. Let’s take it to her, then.”
Inside the ring, Miranda inhales and lets out a deep breath before managing a smile again, she raises the microphone and her voice soars out throughout the arena. While she doesn’t have much of a noticeable accent, when she announces, she perfectly rolls her Rs and accentuates where accents are in names.
AUGUSTINO
“Lllllladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
AUGUSTINO
“AND, is a non-title match!”
Godsmack’s “Bulletproof” kicks on over the speakers and the Scream Queen appears on stage. Dona Rotten slowly walks toward the ring, her focus squarely in front of her. She tunes out the fans, her mind lingering on the match at hand.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first!! From Portland Oregon!!! She is The Scream Queen...DONAAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRROTTEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!!!”
A wry grin creeps across her painted face, as she climbs up onto the apron. Dona steps through the ropes, making her way to midring. The Toxic Knockout finally let's her eyes pan across the ringside area, before spitting a thick green mist skyward. Rotten cackles maniacally, and goes to her corner, to await the matches start.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first!! From Portland Oregon!!! She is The Scream Queen...DONAAAAAAAA RRRRRRRRROTTEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!!!”
A wry grin creeps across her painted face, as she climbs up onto the apron. Dona steps through the ropes, making her way to midring. The Toxic Knockout finally let's her eyes pan across the ringside area, before spitting a thick green mist skyward. Rotten cackles maniacally, and goes to her corner, to await the matches start.
Shelley Silver walks out onto the stage with Sloane Cameron by her side as "I am the Fire" beings to play.
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! From Seattle, Washington… She is the leader of the Raindrops AND she is the NFW Silver Mountain Champion! SHELLEEEEEEEEEY SIIIIIIIIIILVEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!!”
She grins as she looks around and makes her way to the ring, high-fiving fans and stopping to take selfies with them before hopping up onto the ring apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping between the bottom and middle ropes. As the song fades out, she begins bouncing off of the ropes, preparing herself for the match. Meanwhile, Miranda Augustino rejoins the announce table.
~DING DING DING~
Dona Rotten comes running out of the corner and jumps at Shelley with not one but two rolling sobat kicks back to back as the action begins early. Shelley Silver, easily bats the first attack away and is almost caught by the second, ducks it and Rotten finds herself in a back to belly suplex, getting taken over and let go. The challenger rolls with the throw and stands up and lands a short arm lariat onto Shelley sending her down to the mat for a moment. Rotten finds herself pushed back into her corner by the referee as he checks on Shelley, and then without warning, she screams and comes running at the champ and both ladies try for a dropkick and fall hard to the mat.
HANSON
“Down go both ladies!!”
REYNOLDS
“This is a pretty solid match, Nicky!”
HANSON
“You said it, Jim!”
REYNOLDS
“I know I did! Hey, you alright, Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Jim. Just...Roger, man. He never does anything to anybody! Why him?!”
REYNOLDS
“Because it’s goddamn Ultra-Violence, Miranda. They don’t give a damn! They’re a bunch of animals!”
HANSON
“Alright, calm down, Jim. I agree with you, but---”
REYNOLDS
“No! I won’t calm down, Nicky! This is all bullshit! Fucking bullshit and I am THIS close! THIS. FUCKING. CLOSE!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Jimbo, c’mon. Let’s call some matches.”
REYNOLDS
“Yeah, yeah, I know…. And don’t call me Jimbo!”
And just like that, both ladies sat up, and realises they are near each other on the mat. They both reach out to the other and start slamming fists into each other’s head. Both women roll away from each other for a moment and stand and rush each other and continue slamming fists and forearms into each other in the centre of the ring. Shelley and Rotten go from forearms to leg kicks, circling each other, trading blows in the centre of the ring.
HANSON
"We've got Josh Davidson backstage, just about at the dressing room of Turn-It-Up Express. We're gonna cut live back to him here in a second."
AUGUSTINO
"I'm still in shock, Nick. We're still waiting for an update on ring announcer Roger Arden, brutally attacked minutes ago by Ultra-Violence."
REYNOLDS
"Come on, he can walk it off."
HANSON
"Jesus Chr--"
DAVIDSON
"H-hi, guys? You there?"
*The screen is filled with a very raw video, Josh Davidson walking quickly through the back hallways of the arena*
AUGUSTINO
"We hear you, Josh. Let's just cut it over to you in the back."
*A few moments of shaky footage later, yelling can be heard coming down the hallway. After a few more shakes, the camera steadies as Josh Davidson knocks on a door, a paper sign reading "Turn-It-Up Express" stuck to the outside. Suddenly another bellow can be heard from behind the door followed by a loud crash and a second voice, still loud, but calmer. As Josh pushes the door open the voices become clearer*
"GUY, ROGER JUST GOT HIS ANKLE CRUSHED...WHAT THE FUCK, GUY? WE SHOULD'VE BEEN OUT THERE...."
“Gentlemen, I just wanted to stop by and get your thoughts on what just ha...,” Davidson starts before Matt holds his hand up, quickly quieting him down.”
“Sorry, Josh. Now’s not really a good time, ok? You might want to step back and out of here for a moment,” Klazzic says.
*Davidson quietly nods and backs away as Matt turns to Rick.*
“You know this is exactly what they want, right buddy? They wanted to set up a trap and that was the bait. I don’t like it anymore than you do, Roger’s a swell guy. We play a little chess before the show gets going. But you and I know darn well what those two are trying to do. We can’t sink down to their level.”
"Look, Matt-guy, we're brothers...but right about now I want to tear your FUCKING ARMS OFF LIKE A BROTHER!!! I told you they weren't kidding...NOW LOOK!!"
*Rick gestures towards the ring*
"What just happened there, bud? That's gonna happen every week...just like it did last time, until I put a stop to it. See, he wonders why I don't let it go, eh? Why I didn't just lay down and let it happen...it's because of this. Because of what he's gonna do, bud."
*Rick takes a deep breath, clearly attempting to calm himself. The look on his face shows his sudden realization that Ultra-Violence were playing him just as much as Matt*
"You're not wrong, guy....but you're not right either, eh?"
“And that’s what I was afraid of. You charging in there in a blind rage wasn’t going to stop those two. In fact, it would get you hurt in the process. They had the high point there tonight. The two of us charging in like we normally do wouldn’t have solved anything. They had their eyes set on Roger from the get go. Don’t play their game. We need to turn the tables on them and give them something they wouldn’t expect. Jump ahead and take control of the board, you know what I mean? Are you feeling me?”
*As Matt speaks, Rick continues calming himself*
"Bud, didn't you say our goal was to get back at Ultra-Violence? We have that chance now...Mr. Brody-guy's got a contract...we sign it, no more of that....we don't, that keeps happening, eh? I can't sit here and watch that happen, guy."
“Well, yes. But what is this match they’re trying to get us in anyway? They want us in a match where they have all the cards. We talk to Mr. Brody and have us in a lights out cage match. Level playing field. No one gets in or out. We need to make them just as uncomfortable as they’re trying to make us.”
*Rick shakes his head no*
"What we need to do, guy, is beat them at their own game. Why do you think so many Americans were mad when the Blue Jays won back to back World Series...es..."
“Because most of them found out while watching Saturday Night Live?”
"No, guy, because it's claimed as an American game, and how dare a Canadian team win their championship, eh?"
*Rick touches his temples*
"I just....I don't even care what the rules are for this match, guy. I really don't...I just wanna get my hands on Kaiju. Matt-guy...I can't do it alone. I need you there, bud..."
“You know I’ve got your back buddy. You were the only one that came to my defense when these two tried to bully me around. We need to show those nice fans out there that bullies like those two will always get their just due in the end.”
"Somehow I don't think your lights out cage match is gonna work, guy...but we can always try. While we're at it, we can get Mr. Brody-guy to fill us in on this match. I want you to know what you're getting yourself into, bud."
“Yeah, I mean what is it with people and their weird style of matches? Is no one man enough to settle things in a steel cage and have a last man standing or an I quit match? Or are people so insecure and cowardly that they need to hide behind ridiculous stipulations?”
"Bud, I think the question should be what's not allowed, eh? Probably a shorter list, guy...."
*Rick looks over at Josh Davidson and the camera crew*
"Hey, Josh-guy. What's going on?"
"I-uhhh-I was actually here to get your reaction to Ultra-Violence's actions a few minutes ago, but it seems we showed up just in time."
"Josh-guy? Write this down. Ultra-Violence and Turn-It-Up Express WILL meet at Motor City Mayhem..."
*Matt gives Josh an earnest thumbs up as Davidson and the camera crew leave the locker room.*
"Miranda, Nick, Jim, we'll have to see how this develops - I'll send it back to you at ringside. Josh Davidson signing off!"
*The shot cuts back to the ringside announcers*
HANSON
“Well, thank you Josh. We appreciate you letting us in on that backstage interview. Here’s hoping something gives and this whole thing between Rick Dickulous and Doomsday - now between Turn-It-Up Express and Ultra-Violence - comes to an end.”
REYNOLDS
“Nicky, you know this shit between Rick and Doomsday has been going on for a year? An entire - Fucking - YEAR! Something’s gotta give!”
AUGUSTINO
“Maybe something will, soon. Meanwhile, we’ve still got a match going on here as Dona Rotten and Shelley Silver are STILL beating the hell out of each other!”
Both ladies retreat to their corners for a moment and regroup. Sensing they are both in for a long fight, both women slow down and begin to pace themselves. Both women walk towards the centre of the ring and Shelley extends an arm in the air suggesting she wants to engage in a test of strength. Dona Rotten looks at the outstretched arm, Shelley’s face, the arm again and slowly mover an arm to meet the champ and quickly kicks Silver’s midsection. Still grabbing Silver’s hand she runs to the far turnbuckle and jumps up all three turnbuckles and starts to walk the ropes. As she is about to come crashing down Donna is pulled off and sent flying across the ring from a deep arm drag.
HANSON
“And down goes Dona from an armdrag by Silver!!”
REYNOLDS
“Looked like she was trying to go for Cherry’s Walking The Void! She having a midlife crisis? Copying her daughter’s shit?”
AUGUSTINO
“I thought you didn’t believe the whole daughter thing?”
REYNOLDS
“I don’t know what to believe anymore!”
Shelley gets up, stumbling over to the spot where Dona stopped, still clutching her stomach and looks to be picking up the challenger. Doma Rotten begins to verbally taunt her competitor, and receives a stiff elbow and an even quicker backfist, rocking Dona Rotten back to the mat. Shelley blows her a kiss.
HANSON
“SILENCER!!!!! THE SILENCER!!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Shelley loves hitting that on people who get in her face!!”
REYNOLDS
“A little light in the darkness, tonight!!”
Dona Rotten pulled herself towards the corner and began climbing to her feet - right where Shelley wanted her as the leader of the raindrops stood back in the opposite corner, ready and waiting. As soon as Dona was in position, Shelley took off across the ring and left her feet to deliver an insanely high, stiff dropkick right to the face. This was, of course--
AUGUSTINO
“SILVER BULLET!!! RIGHT ON THE MONEY!!”
Dona Rotten fell to the mat and Shelley immediately rolled her up for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
“I Am The Fire” plays again as Shelley Silver gets to her feet, raising her arm in victory. Sloane Cameron joins her in the ring as the referee raises her arm, after bringing her the Silver Mountain Championship which Shelley sets on her shoulder.
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!!! SHELLEY SILVEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!!”
Dona Rotten exits up the back ramp as Shelley Silver watches her go. She then turns to the entrance ramp and raises the title on her shoulder, up in the air, defiantly...challenging.
Winner: Shelley Silver
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:17
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AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! From Seattle, Washington… She is the leader of the Raindrops AND she is the NFW Silver Mountain Champion! SHELLEEEEEEEEEY SIIIIIIIIIILVEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRR!!”
She grins as she looks around and makes her way to the ring, high-fiving fans and stopping to take selfies with them before hopping up onto the ring apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping between the bottom and middle ropes. As the song fades out, she begins bouncing off of the ropes, preparing herself for the match. Meanwhile, Miranda Augustino rejoins the announce table.
~DING DING DING~
Dona Rotten comes running out of the corner and jumps at Shelley with not one but two rolling sobat kicks back to back as the action begins early. Shelley Silver, easily bats the first attack away and is almost caught by the second, ducks it and Rotten finds herself in a back to belly suplex, getting taken over and let go. The challenger rolls with the throw and stands up and lands a short arm lariat onto Shelley sending her down to the mat for a moment. Rotten finds herself pushed back into her corner by the referee as he checks on Shelley, and then without warning, she screams and comes running at the champ and both ladies try for a dropkick and fall hard to the mat.
HANSON
“Down go both ladies!!”
REYNOLDS
“This is a pretty solid match, Nicky!”
HANSON
“You said it, Jim!”
REYNOLDS
“I know I did! Hey, you alright, Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“I’ll be fine. Thanks, Jim. Just...Roger, man. He never does anything to anybody! Why him?!”
REYNOLDS
“Because it’s goddamn Ultra-Violence, Miranda. They don’t give a damn! They’re a bunch of animals!”
HANSON
“Alright, calm down, Jim. I agree with you, but---”
REYNOLDS
“No! I won’t calm down, Nicky! This is all bullshit! Fucking bullshit and I am THIS close! THIS. FUCKING. CLOSE!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Jimbo, c’mon. Let’s call some matches.”
REYNOLDS
“Yeah, yeah, I know…. And don’t call me Jimbo!”
And just like that, both ladies sat up, and realises they are near each other on the mat. They both reach out to the other and start slamming fists into each other’s head. Both women roll away from each other for a moment and stand and rush each other and continue slamming fists and forearms into each other in the centre of the ring. Shelley and Rotten go from forearms to leg kicks, circling each other, trading blows in the centre of the ring.
HANSON
"We've got Josh Davidson backstage, just about at the dressing room of Turn-It-Up Express. We're gonna cut live back to him here in a second."
AUGUSTINO
"I'm still in shock, Nick. We're still waiting for an update on ring announcer Roger Arden, brutally attacked minutes ago by Ultra-Violence."
REYNOLDS
"Come on, he can walk it off."
HANSON
"Jesus Chr--"
DAVIDSON
"H-hi, guys? You there?"
*The screen is filled with a very raw video, Josh Davidson walking quickly through the back hallways of the arena*
AUGUSTINO
"We hear you, Josh. Let's just cut it over to you in the back."
*A few moments of shaky footage later, yelling can be heard coming down the hallway. After a few more shakes, the camera steadies as Josh Davidson knocks on a door, a paper sign reading "Turn-It-Up Express" stuck to the outside. Suddenly another bellow can be heard from behind the door followed by a loud crash and a second voice, still loud, but calmer. As Josh pushes the door open the voices become clearer*
"GUY, ROGER JUST GOT HIS ANKLE CRUSHED...WHAT THE FUCK, GUY? WE SHOULD'VE BEEN OUT THERE...."
“Gentlemen, I just wanted to stop by and get your thoughts on what just ha...,” Davidson starts before Matt holds his hand up, quickly quieting him down.”
“Sorry, Josh. Now’s not really a good time, ok? You might want to step back and out of here for a moment,” Klazzic says.
*Davidson quietly nods and backs away as Matt turns to Rick.*
“You know this is exactly what they want, right buddy? They wanted to set up a trap and that was the bait. I don’t like it anymore than you do, Roger’s a swell guy. We play a little chess before the show gets going. But you and I know darn well what those two are trying to do. We can’t sink down to their level.”
"Look, Matt-guy, we're brothers...but right about now I want to tear your FUCKING ARMS OFF LIKE A BROTHER!!! I told you they weren't kidding...NOW LOOK!!"
*Rick gestures towards the ring*
"What just happened there, bud? That's gonna happen every week...just like it did last time, until I put a stop to it. See, he wonders why I don't let it go, eh? Why I didn't just lay down and let it happen...it's because of this. Because of what he's gonna do, bud."
*Rick takes a deep breath, clearly attempting to calm himself. The look on his face shows his sudden realization that Ultra-Violence were playing him just as much as Matt*
"You're not wrong, guy....but you're not right either, eh?"
“And that’s what I was afraid of. You charging in there in a blind rage wasn’t going to stop those two. In fact, it would get you hurt in the process. They had the high point there tonight. The two of us charging in like we normally do wouldn’t have solved anything. They had their eyes set on Roger from the get go. Don’t play their game. We need to turn the tables on them and give them something they wouldn’t expect. Jump ahead and take control of the board, you know what I mean? Are you feeling me?”
*As Matt speaks, Rick continues calming himself*
"Bud, didn't you say our goal was to get back at Ultra-Violence? We have that chance now...Mr. Brody-guy's got a contract...we sign it, no more of that....we don't, that keeps happening, eh? I can't sit here and watch that happen, guy."
“Well, yes. But what is this match they’re trying to get us in anyway? They want us in a match where they have all the cards. We talk to Mr. Brody and have us in a lights out cage match. Level playing field. No one gets in or out. We need to make them just as uncomfortable as they’re trying to make us.”
*Rick shakes his head no*
"What we need to do, guy, is beat them at their own game. Why do you think so many Americans were mad when the Blue Jays won back to back World Series...es..."
“Because most of them found out while watching Saturday Night Live?”
"No, guy, because it's claimed as an American game, and how dare a Canadian team win their championship, eh?"
*Rick touches his temples*
"I just....I don't even care what the rules are for this match, guy. I really don't...I just wanna get my hands on Kaiju. Matt-guy...I can't do it alone. I need you there, bud..."
“You know I’ve got your back buddy. You were the only one that came to my defense when these two tried to bully me around. We need to show those nice fans out there that bullies like those two will always get their just due in the end.”
"Somehow I don't think your lights out cage match is gonna work, guy...but we can always try. While we're at it, we can get Mr. Brody-guy to fill us in on this match. I want you to know what you're getting yourself into, bud."
“Yeah, I mean what is it with people and their weird style of matches? Is no one man enough to settle things in a steel cage and have a last man standing or an I quit match? Or are people so insecure and cowardly that they need to hide behind ridiculous stipulations?”
"Bud, I think the question should be what's not allowed, eh? Probably a shorter list, guy...."
*Rick looks over at Josh Davidson and the camera crew*
"Hey, Josh-guy. What's going on?"
"I-uhhh-I was actually here to get your reaction to Ultra-Violence's actions a few minutes ago, but it seems we showed up just in time."
"Josh-guy? Write this down. Ultra-Violence and Turn-It-Up Express WILL meet at Motor City Mayhem..."
*Matt gives Josh an earnest thumbs up as Davidson and the camera crew leave the locker room.*
"Miranda, Nick, Jim, we'll have to see how this develops - I'll send it back to you at ringside. Josh Davidson signing off!"
*The shot cuts back to the ringside announcers*
HANSON
“Well, thank you Josh. We appreciate you letting us in on that backstage interview. Here’s hoping something gives and this whole thing between Rick Dickulous and Doomsday - now between Turn-It-Up Express and Ultra-Violence - comes to an end.”
REYNOLDS
“Nicky, you know this shit between Rick and Doomsday has been going on for a year? An entire - Fucking - YEAR! Something’s gotta give!”
AUGUSTINO
“Maybe something will, soon. Meanwhile, we’ve still got a match going on here as Dona Rotten and Shelley Silver are STILL beating the hell out of each other!”
Both ladies retreat to their corners for a moment and regroup. Sensing they are both in for a long fight, both women slow down and begin to pace themselves. Both women walk towards the centre of the ring and Shelley extends an arm in the air suggesting she wants to engage in a test of strength. Dona Rotten looks at the outstretched arm, Shelley’s face, the arm again and slowly mover an arm to meet the champ and quickly kicks Silver’s midsection. Still grabbing Silver’s hand she runs to the far turnbuckle and jumps up all three turnbuckles and starts to walk the ropes. As she is about to come crashing down Donna is pulled off and sent flying across the ring from a deep arm drag.
HANSON
“And down goes Dona from an armdrag by Silver!!”
REYNOLDS
“Looked like she was trying to go for Cherry’s Walking The Void! She having a midlife crisis? Copying her daughter’s shit?”
AUGUSTINO
“I thought you didn’t believe the whole daughter thing?”
REYNOLDS
“I don’t know what to believe anymore!”
Shelley gets up, stumbling over to the spot where Dona stopped, still clutching her stomach and looks to be picking up the challenger. Doma Rotten begins to verbally taunt her competitor, and receives a stiff elbow and an even quicker backfist, rocking Dona Rotten back to the mat. Shelley blows her a kiss.
HANSON
“SILENCER!!!!! THE SILENCER!!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Shelley loves hitting that on people who get in her face!!”
REYNOLDS
“A little light in the darkness, tonight!!”
Dona Rotten pulled herself towards the corner and began climbing to her feet - right where Shelley wanted her as the leader of the raindrops stood back in the opposite corner, ready and waiting. As soon as Dona was in position, Shelley took off across the ring and left her feet to deliver an insanely high, stiff dropkick right to the face. This was, of course--
AUGUSTINO
“SILVER BULLET!!! RIGHT ON THE MONEY!!”
Dona Rotten fell to the mat and Shelley immediately rolled her up for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
“I Am The Fire” plays again as Shelley Silver gets to her feet, raising her arm in victory. Sloane Cameron joins her in the ring as the referee raises her arm, after bringing her the Silver Mountain Championship which Shelley sets on her shoulder.
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!!! SHELLEY SILVEEEEEEEERRRRRR!!!”
Dona Rotten exits up the back ramp as Shelley Silver watches her go. She then turns to the entrance ramp and raises the title on her shoulder, up in the air, defiantly...challenging.
Winner: Shelley Silver
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:17
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REYNOLDS
"Okay, does somebody wanna tell me what the fuck is going on, here?!"
HANSON
"I believet his is the gentlemen that Charlie Grace has been speaking of."
REYNOLDS
"Well, I don't like it!"
AUGUSTINO
"Definitely has some mystique to him."
HANSON
"You saying you wanna meet him?"
AUGUSTINO
"Ahhhh, maybe not that."
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As the show came back from commercial, the crowd erupted as the familiar opening of Poison's "Nothin' But A Good Time" began to play, and Lara Blackheart walked out onto the stage, smiling as her father's most famous entrance theme now played her to the ring.
Grateful for the warm welcome the crowd was giving her, considering everything that had gone down in recent months, the tiny blonde walked down the aisle, hopping into the ring with a big smile.
"Hey everyone. I come to you today not as "Dr. Feelgood", not as the leader of Sex & Violence... not even as Lara Blackheart. I'm here today as Jenni Prescott, a victim of crippling depression that I allowed to go unchecked for far too long. I hurt a lot of people, burned a lot of bridges, and ruined a lot of friendships over the past few months, and I will regret that for the rest of my life. It took a couple of people that never stopped believing in me to finally get me the help I needed."
Lara - no, Jenni - smiles humbly with tears threatening to show.
"The locker room has been incredibly supportive of me, and believe me... I've seen all of the well wishes you've all left me online. Considering some of them came from people that normally can't stand me, I was floored by it all. And I had several agents try to tell me not to come back on TV already. That if I stay quiet, stay at home, when I come back to wrestle it'll be huge. But this isn't some angle for me. This isn't some story. This is my life, and I'm not gonna worry people for ratings. I love you guys, every one of y-..."
Grateful for the warm welcome the crowd was giving her, considering everything that had gone down in recent months, the tiny blonde walked down the aisle, hopping into the ring with a big smile.
"Hey everyone. I come to you today not as "Dr. Feelgood", not as the leader of Sex & Violence... not even as Lara Blackheart. I'm here today as Jenni Prescott, a victim of crippling depression that I allowed to go unchecked for far too long. I hurt a lot of people, burned a lot of bridges, and ruined a lot of friendships over the past few months, and I will regret that for the rest of my life. It took a couple of people that never stopped believing in me to finally get me the help I needed."
Lara - no, Jenni - smiles humbly with tears threatening to show.
"The locker room has been incredibly supportive of me, and believe me... I've seen all of the well wishes you've all left me online. Considering some of them came from people that normally can't stand me, I was floored by it all. And I had several agents try to tell me not to come back on TV already. That if I stay quiet, stay at home, when I come back to wrestle it'll be huge. But this isn't some angle for me. This isn't some story. This is my life, and I'm not gonna worry people for ratings. I love you guys, every one of y-..."
~I think I've lost my mind~
She was cut off suddenly by the beginning of "Usual Suspects" by Hollywood Undead, as the video wall began showing Tyler Grey's entrance video. In spite of the music and video though, Grey never walked out, seeming to be doing this just for the sake of messing with Judas Lasher and Nico Salvatore.
"Ugh. Sorry about that, folks. Apparently Tyler wanted to screw with my godfather and boyfriend at my expense. Keep it classy, dude. Anyw-..."
HANSON
“HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
REYNOLDS
“WHERE DID HE---”
The crowd gasped in horror then, as, while Lara was speaking, Tyler Grey slid out from under the ring, and ran in behind her, slamming a steel chair over the young woman's head, the sickening thud of steel against bone echoing through the arena. As she crumpled to the mat, blood already pooling around her head, Tyler jumped onto her like a rabid animal, putting her in The Skynet, a sick, sadistic glare in his eyes as he wrenched on the hold until finally the crowd began to cheer as Nico Salvatore came tearing down the aisle, as fast as his feet could carry him. Dressed in just his jeans, sneakers and a white tank top, Nico slid into the ring and was on his feet. Tyler let go of Lara and started rushing in for an attack, only for Nico to shoot in and grab him up by the legs. Looking more like an MMA fighter than a pro-wrestler, Nico SLAMMED Tyler onto the mat and mounted him, beginning to rain down punches. Security jumped the barricade and flooded into the ring to pull Nico off of Tyler. Nico kicked and thrashed against security, cursing and yelling obscenities.
HANSON
“My god, this is sick! This man is just sick!”
REYNOLDS
“I agree! This has gone way to far! First Roger. Now Lara. What is it with all these goddamn freaks and psychos?!?!”
Meanwhile with his music playing again, Tyler backpedaled slowly up the aisle, flanked by security, laughing with loud, sadistic glee as medics and referees began to pour into the ring from all sides. The final shot showed Nico Salvatore, cradling unconscious Lara in his arms, holding her protectively against him, not caring that the blood on her face was staining his shirt. He held Lara in his arms, trembling. Crying? No. He looked up and right at Tyler Grey on the stage, SEETHING with so much rage, it made Tyler Grey’s own usual demeanor look tame. Nico sneered up at the stage, holding Lara, as he trembled violently with an unnerving look of bloodlust in his eyes.
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The camera turns on inside a darkened room, or is it a room? Who knows? The backdrop looks unfocused, sorta rocky and the camera is panning from left to right as it falls on “The Lady Of NFW “ Elizavetta Von Dutch and her client Jag’hatai D’habi. Her infectious smile as always brightens the screen. “Hello there TV Land. My client and I are contemplating our run here in the NFW. We are contemplating the recent appearance of a new threat to our wasteland. It comes in the form of mystery to all. We are contemplating, our fight with Mr Crowley; one that could cost us our career, and most of all we are contemplating the title shot we have received.”
Jag’hatai nods as she talks and sips water. “Our time is finally coming. Our time is now. Our location, this week is the Pictograph Cave State Park near Billings Montana. It is here surrounded by the history of the place where we find ourself as an axis, juxtaposed against the modern night life of the town centre is this place. A place where the natives left their mark on their surroundings, here in the dark, for future generations to see.”
Both Jag’hatai and her get up and leave the cave as the camera lens flares and when it cleared, it comes to rest on her face, really close up. “Wyld Stallion, I am sure you want to keep that belt, but it is coming home to us. Step into the future with us though, and let’s provide for the many generations to come what is t means to be warriors on a battlefield. To fight as equals, to win, or lose in your case, as equals. Shake our hand.”
The camera fades as she finishes.
She was cut off suddenly by the beginning of "Usual Suspects" by Hollywood Undead, as the video wall began showing Tyler Grey's entrance video. In spite of the music and video though, Grey never walked out, seeming to be doing this just for the sake of messing with Judas Lasher and Nico Salvatore.
"Ugh. Sorry about that, folks. Apparently Tyler wanted to screw with my godfather and boyfriend at my expense. Keep it classy, dude. Anyw-..."
HANSON
“HEY, WAIT A MINUTE!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
REYNOLDS
“WHERE DID HE---”
The crowd gasped in horror then, as, while Lara was speaking, Tyler Grey slid out from under the ring, and ran in behind her, slamming a steel chair over the young woman's head, the sickening thud of steel against bone echoing through the arena. As she crumpled to the mat, blood already pooling around her head, Tyler jumped onto her like a rabid animal, putting her in The Skynet, a sick, sadistic glare in his eyes as he wrenched on the hold until finally the crowd began to cheer as Nico Salvatore came tearing down the aisle, as fast as his feet could carry him. Dressed in just his jeans, sneakers and a white tank top, Nico slid into the ring and was on his feet. Tyler let go of Lara and started rushing in for an attack, only for Nico to shoot in and grab him up by the legs. Looking more like an MMA fighter than a pro-wrestler, Nico SLAMMED Tyler onto the mat and mounted him, beginning to rain down punches. Security jumped the barricade and flooded into the ring to pull Nico off of Tyler. Nico kicked and thrashed against security, cursing and yelling obscenities.
HANSON
“My god, this is sick! This man is just sick!”
REYNOLDS
“I agree! This has gone way to far! First Roger. Now Lara. What is it with all these goddamn freaks and psychos?!?!”
Meanwhile with his music playing again, Tyler backpedaled slowly up the aisle, flanked by security, laughing with loud, sadistic glee as medics and referees began to pour into the ring from all sides. The final shot showed Nico Salvatore, cradling unconscious Lara in his arms, holding her protectively against him, not caring that the blood on her face was staining his shirt. He held Lara in his arms, trembling. Crying? No. He looked up and right at Tyler Grey on the stage, SEETHING with so much rage, it made Tyler Grey’s own usual demeanor look tame. Nico sneered up at the stage, holding Lara, as he trembled violently with an unnerving look of bloodlust in his eyes.
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The camera turns on inside a darkened room, or is it a room? Who knows? The backdrop looks unfocused, sorta rocky and the camera is panning from left to right as it falls on “The Lady Of NFW “ Elizavetta Von Dutch and her client Jag’hatai D’habi. Her infectious smile as always brightens the screen. “Hello there TV Land. My client and I are contemplating our run here in the NFW. We are contemplating the recent appearance of a new threat to our wasteland. It comes in the form of mystery to all. We are contemplating, our fight with Mr Crowley; one that could cost us our career, and most of all we are contemplating the title shot we have received.”
Jag’hatai nods as she talks and sips water. “Our time is finally coming. Our time is now. Our location, this week is the Pictograph Cave State Park near Billings Montana. It is here surrounded by the history of the place where we find ourself as an axis, juxtaposed against the modern night life of the town centre is this place. A place where the natives left their mark on their surroundings, here in the dark, for future generations to see.”
Both Jag’hatai and her get up and leave the cave as the camera lens flares and when it cleared, it comes to rest on her face, really close up. “Wyld Stallion, I am sure you want to keep that belt, but it is coming home to us. Step into the future with us though, and let’s provide for the many generations to come what is t means to be warriors on a battlefield. To fight as equals, to win, or lose in your case, as equals. Shake our hand.”
The camera fades as she finishes.
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[Match #7. Singles Match - Jag’hatai D’habi v. Wyld Stallion © ]
Once again, in the ring, Miranda Augustino stands with the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
AUGUSTINO
“And it is for the NFW Television Championship!”
Once again, in the ring, Miranda Augustino stands with the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
AUGUSTINO
“And it is for the NFW Television Championship!”
The lights go dark throughout the arena and light in reds, greens, blues, yellows beam across the darkness as Evilwave’s “Wakanda” begins to play. Fifteen seconds in, a spotlight randomly lights up a section of the stands where he is found walking among the fans.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first, the challenger!! From Hell, Michigan...weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds! He is accompanied to the ring by The Lady, Elizavetta Von Dutch!! HE-IS-THE RAGMAN!!!! JAG’HATAI D’HABI!!!”
REYNOLDS
“She’s really good at that.”
HANSON
“She is, indeed. I think we’re in good hands while Roger’s recovering.”
REYNOLDS
“I think we should just replace Roger.”
HANSON
“What?!”
REYNOLDS
“Well you know, swap ‘em out. Put Roger here with us. Stick Miranda’s pretty little ass on ring announcer duty. And she does have a pretty ass. You follow her on Twitter?”
HANSON
“Well, I follow everyone on Twitter but I try to remain professional, Jim. Jesus.”
REYNOLDS
“Sure.”
Jag’hatai finally gets down to ring level and he slides off his jacket and slides in the ring, after a considerable amount of time, four minutes and nineteen seconds, the length of his whole entrance song.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first, the challenger!! From Hell, Michigan...weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds! He is accompanied to the ring by The Lady, Elizavetta Von Dutch!! HE-IS-THE RAGMAN!!!! JAG’HATAI D’HABI!!!”
REYNOLDS
“She’s really good at that.”
HANSON
“She is, indeed. I think we’re in good hands while Roger’s recovering.”
REYNOLDS
“I think we should just replace Roger.”
HANSON
“What?!”
REYNOLDS
“Well you know, swap ‘em out. Put Roger here with us. Stick Miranda’s pretty little ass on ring announcer duty. And she does have a pretty ass. You follow her on Twitter?”
HANSON
“Well, I follow everyone on Twitter but I try to remain professional, Jim. Jesus.”
REYNOLDS
“Sure.”
Jag’hatai finally gets down to ring level and he slides off his jacket and slides in the ring, after a considerable amount of time, four minutes and nineteen seconds, the length of his whole entrance song.
The crowd picked up into another pop as Parkway Drive’s “The Void” boomed throughout the arena. The lights flash red and white as the Great White North logo appears on the video wall, intermixed with highlights of Wyld Stallion’s Japan tenure. Seconds later, Wyld Stallion comes out through the curtain, in his usual manner, firing up the crowd. Around his waist is the NFW Television Championship.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing his opponent! From Canada, representing the Great White North! Weighing in at two hundred pounds! He is the NFW Television Champion!! WYLD...STALLION!!!!!”
Wyld Stallion continues his way down towards the ring, amped up and ready to go. He slaps the hands of fans as he walks by. When he gets to the ring, he slingshots himself over the top rope, unclasps the belt from his waist and stands up, raising it over his head in both hands.
Both men gather in the centre of the ring as Wyld Stallion hands over the belt to the referee and Jag’hatai stops the referee from raising it in the air for a moment with his left hand and extends his right hand in his ceremonial handshake. Both men handshake directly over the belt as the camera pans in. Wyld Stallion attempts to step back and Jag’hatai holds his hand there, and points at the belt and mouths the words “This is mine” and then let the hand go and both men walk to their respective corners.
~DING DING DING~
As soon as the bell rings D’habi comes at the champ like a hurricane on legs with a missile dropkick, catching him off guard and knocking him back into his corner. D’habi pops up and quickly grabs him in a belly to belly suplex and tosses him far across the ring. With yet another kip up, Jag’hatai starts to march across the ring towards the champ. Wyld Stallion rolls out of the ring and shakes his head, not expecting this kind of ferociousness this early in the match.
HANSON
“Looks like our defending champion might not have expected what he was getting into the ring with.”
REYNOLDS
“Think he studied? Oh wait, no. He’s Canadian.”
HANSON
“I’m sure he studied up on his opponent, Jim!”
AUGUSTINO
“What’s your beef with Canadians? Canada’s awesome. Legal weed, perfect hoodie weather and poutine!”
REYNOLDS
“Yeah, you look like a poutine lover.”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, fries, cheese and gravy? Shit’s the bomb!”
REYNOLDS
“Oh poutine! My mistake, Miranda. I thought you meant something else. I was gonna say we have that here, too.”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, you fucking---”
Jag’hatai is stalking the man, but staying in the ring for now, as Stallion walks around the ring, hands on his hips softly giving himself a pep talk. The fans erupt into yelling as the camera pans back into the ring and see Jag’hatai gearing up for taking flight. Bouncing off the far ropes Jag’hatai is running towards the spot where Stallion is standing on the outside of the ring, but instead of leaping over the ropes into the champ, Jag’hatai is seen literally walking all three ropes and landing in a backflip on one knee, and he looks up at the champ with a smile on his face, and lets Stallion climb back into the ring.
THIS IS CRAZY!
THIS IS CRAZY!
THIS IS CRAZY!
THIS IS CRAZY!
Stallion nods at the challenger and begins to rotate around the ring, both men sizing the other up. Stallion slides in and attempts a single leg takedown, misses, but he quickly clasps hands around Dhabi’s midsection and holds on. Dhabi looks around to find a way to escape. He wants to grab an arm, a leg, something. Failing that, he runs towards the ropes and holds on, letting the champ roll off his back and the champ stands up and delivers a dropkick to the back of D’habi’s head. Jag’hatai drops to one knee and places his right arm on the ropes. Stallion bounces off the ropes and rolls over Dhabi’s back and stands outside of the ring. D’habi stands up and attempts to swing a punch at the champ, who ducks and lands an enziguri kick into the challengers face, knocking him backwards.
HANSON
“Beautiful enziguri by Wyld Stallion and Jag’hatai is down!!”
REYNOLDS
“Almost kicked his damn head off!”
AUGUSTINO
“Bet you think Canada’s awesome, now, huh?”
REYNOLDS
“Oh, shut up! You’re not even Canadian! You’re from Denver!”
AUGUSTINO
“Sure am! Which, by the way, we’ll be in next week for episode forty four! Hi Mom! Hi Dad! Your black sheep of the family’s coming home!”
HANSON
“Don’t get along with your folks, huh?”
AUGUSTINO
“Nah, I do. I just tease. Both of them have about as many tattoos as I do. AND my mom bakes some bomb ass brownies! Concentrate in that shit. She don’t waste no bud!”
REYNOLDS
“Nick ate weed brownies one time. Him and Matt Klazzic.”
HANSON
“Aaaaaaaand let’s continue the match!”
AUGUSTINO
“Details later!”
Stallion rises the turnbuckle and jumps towards the challenger landing a thunderous missile dropkick knocking him back. Jag’hatai rolls out of the ring getting a breather. Stallion rolls out the far side and chases after the challenger in a sprint. D’habi rolls into the ring and waits for the champion to get in the ring. Once the champion gets in the ring, D’habi extends a hand in the form of a handshake to a surprised Stallion who raises his arms in alarm. Reluctantly both men finish the handshake and begin to circle the ring and each other again, trying to find that chink in the armour.
REYNOLDS
“It’s like these two are damn near equals! Is there a time limit on this thing?!”
HANSON
“Yeah, thirty minutes. Why, you expecting a draw like D’habi’s had with Darius Crowley?”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, he could have a point!”
D’habi starts to walk to the centre of the ring first putting up both arms in a test of strength. Stallion enters the centre of the ring with confidence and meets him, for a moment both men appear to not budge. D’habi, the stronger of the two starts to push the champ back towards his corner and the champion lets go with one hand and reaches out an arm to the top rope and backflips keeping hold of D’habi’s hand. Writhing in pain and grimacing, Dhabi lets go and back away from the champion, or at least that is what it looked like was going to happen, until he shoots in and tries for a single leg take down, misses and find himself behind the champ in a belly to back move, hands clasped around Stallion’s waist. Jag'hatai snaps Stallion up and hits a high angled German Suplex with a bridge.
ONE
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Getting to his feet, Jag’hatai picks Stallion up and whips him into the corner. He runs in for the Clotho’s Whip but Wyld Stallion comes off of the turnbuckle with a springboard enziguri right across the head again. Now, Stallion picks Jag’hatai up and throws him into the corner. He runs in for a flying splash into the corner but Jag’hatai moves out of the way. Stallion slams into the top turnbuckle with his sternum and turns around right into a superkick from The Ragman. Stallion slumps back into the corner and Jag’hatai lifts him up onto the turnbuckle to go for a superplex. As he starts to lift him, however, Stallion begins fighting back with shots to the ribs and the head. Finally, Stallion manages a headbutt which, to the shock of the crowd, rocks Jag’hatai and he slumps forward into Stallion. Wyld Stallion acts quickly and carefully, scooping Jag’hatai up onto his shoulders and positions him upside down.
HANSON
“Is he gonna go for a Tombstone from up there?! No way!”
REYNOLDS
“No way is right! What’s he doing?!”
AUGUSTINO
“He’s showing us!”
Wyld Stallion powers his way up onto the top turnbuckle as he hold Jag’hatai. His feet coming up from the second turnbuckle on the outside as he steps up onto the top one.
REYNOLDS
“NO WAY!!!!! NOOOOO WAY!!!!”
HANSON
“IS HE NUTS?!”
Wyld Stallion jumps right off of the top turnbuckle, coming down with a devastating Tombstone Piledriver to Jag’hatai D’habi. Jag’hatai lays limp on the mat as Stallion covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Holy shit! Excuse me, gents!”
“The Void” plays as Wyld Stallion pulls himself to his feet and raises his arm in exhaustion. Elizavetta Von Dutch enters the ring to check on Jag’hatai D’habi. He’s fine, if not looking a little loopy.
REYNOLDS
“I don’t believe that just happened!”
HANSON
“That was definitely insane!”
REYNOLDS
“Wyld Stallion just pinned Jag’hatai D’habi!! For the first time in his career!”
HANSON
“You talk about making a statement as TV champion!”
AUGUSTINO
(on the mic)
“Here is your winner! AAAAAAAAND STILL….NFW TELEVISION CHAMPION….WYLD...STALLION!!!!”
Wyld Stallion helps Jag’hatai D’habi up to his feet, holding onto his hand and shaking it as he holds his title on his shoulder. He says a few inaudible words to D’habi before turning and shaking Elizavetta Von Dutch’s hand as well. Von Dutch and Jag’hatai turn towards the ropes to leave the ring to Stallion when all of a sudden….
“The Void” is interrupted by “Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel” by Behemoth. There’s no light effects or smoke. The video wall doesn’t even change from the shot of the ring. Just the music plays as Darius Crowley comes walking out from the curtain. It’s rare we get to see him in anything aside from his ring gear or a full, crisp black suit. But tonight, he’s wearing black pants, combat boots and a black tank top as he walks towards the ring at a brisker place than his usual entrance.
REYNOLDS
“Uh-oh, what’s this, Nicky?”
HANSON
“Well, it’s Darius Crowley but what does he want?”
AUGUSTINO
“I bet I know. His rival just got pinned for the first time in his career!”
REYNOLDS
“And by a rookie!”
Darius Crowley steps into the ring and walks right up to Jag’hatai D’habi, getting in his face. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as Elizavetta Von Dutch stepped up beside them, looking between the two. Were they going to do this now? Slowly, though, Darius Crowley turned his attention from Jag’hatai D’habi to Wyld Stallion with that stoic look on his face. Crowley turned his body to face Stallion full on and loomed over him.
HANSON
“Waaaaait a minute!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhh man!”
HANSON
“Waaaaait. A. Minute!!”
Darius Crowley stood over Wyld Stallion and turned his eyes to the championship belt on his shoulder. He looks at the belt. Then up at Stallion. Then over at Jag’hatai D’habi. Then back at Stallion. Darius Crowley reaches up and pats the title belt on the center plate before exiting the ring and casually taking his leave.
AUGUSTINO
“Well...I think we have the next challenger for Wyld Stallion!”
REYNOLDS
“Awwww crap!”
HANSON
“That’s gonna be a match, folks!”
Winner: Wyld Stallion (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 21:13
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The camera cuts to the announcer’s table, where it appears as though the trio is ready to talk about the evenings events, when the crowd cuts them off with their boos. Hanson, Reynolds, and Augustino seem confused at first, but that doesn’t last long, as The Walking Contradiction Cherry Addams appears in their view.
REYNOLDS
"Nope, hell no. Keep Scary Cherry the hell out of here. The woman is a menace, I tried to tell you this, but you didn’t want to listen. Let me ask you this Nick, after her actions last week, you still think she’s a “sweetheart?”
HANSON
"Honestly, I’m not so sure now. I knew she was making crazy threats, but to actually carry through on it like that?"
AUGUSTINO
"You guys shut up, maybe she had a good reason. Did you ever stop to think about that?"
REYNOLDS
"Hell no, she’s just nuts, certifiably coo coo for coco puffs."
Cherry reaches the bottom of the ramp, her eyes trailing along the rows of fans, an agitated expression scrawled across her face. She starts to climb the ring steps, but stops herself, taking another moment to look over her shoulder, at the sea of onlookers. She yells something, but the camera isn’t quite able to pick up what it is she said.
AUGUSTINO
"I find it interesting, she came out here with no music, none of her normal theatrics. She just, ya know, came the hell out."
HANSON
"Odd indeed, it isn’t in line with her normal demeanor."
REYNOLDS
"Jesus H. Christ, would you stop drinking the fucking Flavoraid?!"
Finally in the ring, Cherry walks to the ropes, and signals for a mic. A member of the ring crew steps forward, and gingerly passes her a mic, Cherry simply sneers, and the man scampers away. Cherry raises the mic to her lips, but the booing is growing louder and louder. Cherry pauses, letting the fans shower her with their hate. After letting the fans voice their frustration, Cherry smirks, and brings the mic back up.
"Finished? Good. Nobody wants to hear it. Now, all week, I’ve been getting hounded, been getting asked one question. Why, why Cherry, did you attack Adrianna? And all week, I’ve been telling people to wait, that I’d field that question when I was damn good and ready. Well, as it happens, I am ready. You know something, I have been signed with this company for near a month, and in that time I’ve had but one fight. It’s funny, I sign and Savannah Hayes rolls out the red carpet. Tells me if I need anything, all I gotta do is call. Well, I’ve been fucking calling, and what a surprise, I got nothing! I’ve left voicemails, emails, texts. You name it, and I’ve tried it. What, because I’m not Kingdom, and I’m not Sex and Violence I don’t matter!? I don’t fight, I don’t get paid. Savannah may as well be taking the food, right out of my fucking mouth! But hey, I’m sure you people know a thing or two about that."
Cherry lowers her mic, something in the front row catches her eye. The Walking Contradiction rolls out of the ring, and approaches a large man in the front row, her eyes trace the man, measuring him up instinctively.
"Well, maybe not you. For fucks sake man, doesn’t look like anyone has ever tried to steal anything off of your plate."
Cherry’s eyes trail down to the man’s midsection, where she sees he’s holding a large soft pretzel, she spits at the poor bastard, and yanks the food away from him while yelling “How does that fucking feel!?”
REYNOLDS
"Ok, that’s just in poor taste. She is stealing from the fans, what the actual hell is going on right now?"
Cherry’s gaze turns to Jim, apparently his words were loud enough to reach her. Cherry takes a big bite out of the fans snack, and she tosses it in the fan’s face. She was now fully focused on Jimmy. She makes her way towards the announce table, and places her free hand on it, while using the hand with the mic in it to bring it back into speaking range.
"What’s going on right now? Glad you asked Jimmy, what’s going on right now, is I am pissed! Yeah, I came down here last week, and I attacked a woman. I want fights, and apparently, the usual methods ain’t working. I show up last week, thinking hey, Savannah can’t brush me off in person. Well, I’ll be damned if she didn’t just brush me off. So, I came out here, and I did what I did. As for the who, well it’s real damn simple. Adrianna was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. She just happened to be the first person I saw, when I came out here. And you know what? I don’t regret it, not for a minute. Because well, would you look at that."
Cherry taps her finger on the card outline sitting in front of Jim, an almost evil smile stretching across her face. She looks down, mocking the act of reading, and then fenining shock at what she had seen.
"I’m booked? Satan be praised! So, yeah, I got exactly what I wanted. I took matters into my own hands, and it’s working. Adrianna’s pissed off friend is coming at me, and I am looking forward to it, she could come her happy ass out here right now, and I’d welcome it. Make no mistakes, Jimmy, this ain’t going to be a match. This, is going to be a fight, a war if you will. I can guarantee you that."
HANSON
"Let me ask you about something though, Cherry."
"Nope!" Cherry flips the mic, and the sound of static feedback booms through the arena, as Cherry flips the announce team the bird, and simply walks away, her peace having been spoken.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing his opponent! From Canada, representing the Great White North! Weighing in at two hundred pounds! He is the NFW Television Champion!! WYLD...STALLION!!!!!”
Wyld Stallion continues his way down towards the ring, amped up and ready to go. He slaps the hands of fans as he walks by. When he gets to the ring, he slingshots himself over the top rope, unclasps the belt from his waist and stands up, raising it over his head in both hands.
Both men gather in the centre of the ring as Wyld Stallion hands over the belt to the referee and Jag’hatai stops the referee from raising it in the air for a moment with his left hand and extends his right hand in his ceremonial handshake. Both men handshake directly over the belt as the camera pans in. Wyld Stallion attempts to step back and Jag’hatai holds his hand there, and points at the belt and mouths the words “This is mine” and then let the hand go and both men walk to their respective corners.
~DING DING DING~
As soon as the bell rings D’habi comes at the champ like a hurricane on legs with a missile dropkick, catching him off guard and knocking him back into his corner. D’habi pops up and quickly grabs him in a belly to belly suplex and tosses him far across the ring. With yet another kip up, Jag’hatai starts to march across the ring towards the champ. Wyld Stallion rolls out of the ring and shakes his head, not expecting this kind of ferociousness this early in the match.
HANSON
“Looks like our defending champion might not have expected what he was getting into the ring with.”
REYNOLDS
“Think he studied? Oh wait, no. He’s Canadian.”
HANSON
“I’m sure he studied up on his opponent, Jim!”
AUGUSTINO
“What’s your beef with Canadians? Canada’s awesome. Legal weed, perfect hoodie weather and poutine!”
REYNOLDS
“Yeah, you look like a poutine lover.”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, fries, cheese and gravy? Shit’s the bomb!”
REYNOLDS
“Oh poutine! My mistake, Miranda. I thought you meant something else. I was gonna say we have that here, too.”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, you fucking---”
Jag’hatai is stalking the man, but staying in the ring for now, as Stallion walks around the ring, hands on his hips softly giving himself a pep talk. The fans erupt into yelling as the camera pans back into the ring and see Jag’hatai gearing up for taking flight. Bouncing off the far ropes Jag’hatai is running towards the spot where Stallion is standing on the outside of the ring, but instead of leaping over the ropes into the champ, Jag’hatai is seen literally walking all three ropes and landing in a backflip on one knee, and he looks up at the champ with a smile on his face, and lets Stallion climb back into the ring.
THIS IS CRAZY!
THIS IS CRAZY!
THIS IS CRAZY!
THIS IS CRAZY!
Stallion nods at the challenger and begins to rotate around the ring, both men sizing the other up. Stallion slides in and attempts a single leg takedown, misses, but he quickly clasps hands around Dhabi’s midsection and holds on. Dhabi looks around to find a way to escape. He wants to grab an arm, a leg, something. Failing that, he runs towards the ropes and holds on, letting the champ roll off his back and the champ stands up and delivers a dropkick to the back of D’habi’s head. Jag’hatai drops to one knee and places his right arm on the ropes. Stallion bounces off the ropes and rolls over Dhabi’s back and stands outside of the ring. D’habi stands up and attempts to swing a punch at the champ, who ducks and lands an enziguri kick into the challengers face, knocking him backwards.
HANSON
“Beautiful enziguri by Wyld Stallion and Jag’hatai is down!!”
REYNOLDS
“Almost kicked his damn head off!”
AUGUSTINO
“Bet you think Canada’s awesome, now, huh?”
REYNOLDS
“Oh, shut up! You’re not even Canadian! You’re from Denver!”
AUGUSTINO
“Sure am! Which, by the way, we’ll be in next week for episode forty four! Hi Mom! Hi Dad! Your black sheep of the family’s coming home!”
HANSON
“Don’t get along with your folks, huh?”
AUGUSTINO
“Nah, I do. I just tease. Both of them have about as many tattoos as I do. AND my mom bakes some bomb ass brownies! Concentrate in that shit. She don’t waste no bud!”
REYNOLDS
“Nick ate weed brownies one time. Him and Matt Klazzic.”
HANSON
“Aaaaaaaand let’s continue the match!”
AUGUSTINO
“Details later!”
Stallion rises the turnbuckle and jumps towards the challenger landing a thunderous missile dropkick knocking him back. Jag’hatai rolls out of the ring getting a breather. Stallion rolls out the far side and chases after the challenger in a sprint. D’habi rolls into the ring and waits for the champion to get in the ring. Once the champion gets in the ring, D’habi extends a hand in the form of a handshake to a surprised Stallion who raises his arms in alarm. Reluctantly both men finish the handshake and begin to circle the ring and each other again, trying to find that chink in the armour.
REYNOLDS
“It’s like these two are damn near equals! Is there a time limit on this thing?!”
HANSON
“Yeah, thirty minutes. Why, you expecting a draw like D’habi’s had with Darius Crowley?”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, he could have a point!”
D’habi starts to walk to the centre of the ring first putting up both arms in a test of strength. Stallion enters the centre of the ring with confidence and meets him, for a moment both men appear to not budge. D’habi, the stronger of the two starts to push the champ back towards his corner and the champion lets go with one hand and reaches out an arm to the top rope and backflips keeping hold of D’habi’s hand. Writhing in pain and grimacing, Dhabi lets go and back away from the champion, or at least that is what it looked like was going to happen, until he shoots in and tries for a single leg take down, misses and find himself behind the champ in a belly to back move, hands clasped around Stallion’s waist. Jag'hatai snaps Stallion up and hits a high angled German Suplex with a bridge.
ONE
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Getting to his feet, Jag’hatai picks Stallion up and whips him into the corner. He runs in for the Clotho’s Whip but Wyld Stallion comes off of the turnbuckle with a springboard enziguri right across the head again. Now, Stallion picks Jag’hatai up and throws him into the corner. He runs in for a flying splash into the corner but Jag’hatai moves out of the way. Stallion slams into the top turnbuckle with his sternum and turns around right into a superkick from The Ragman. Stallion slumps back into the corner and Jag’hatai lifts him up onto the turnbuckle to go for a superplex. As he starts to lift him, however, Stallion begins fighting back with shots to the ribs and the head. Finally, Stallion manages a headbutt which, to the shock of the crowd, rocks Jag’hatai and he slumps forward into Stallion. Wyld Stallion acts quickly and carefully, scooping Jag’hatai up onto his shoulders and positions him upside down.
HANSON
“Is he gonna go for a Tombstone from up there?! No way!”
REYNOLDS
“No way is right! What’s he doing?!”
AUGUSTINO
“He’s showing us!”
Wyld Stallion powers his way up onto the top turnbuckle as he hold Jag’hatai. His feet coming up from the second turnbuckle on the outside as he steps up onto the top one.
REYNOLDS
“NO WAY!!!!! NOOOOO WAY!!!!”
HANSON
“IS HE NUTS?!”
Wyld Stallion jumps right off of the top turnbuckle, coming down with a devastating Tombstone Piledriver to Jag’hatai D’habi. Jag’hatai lays limp on the mat as Stallion covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Holy shit! Excuse me, gents!”
“The Void” plays as Wyld Stallion pulls himself to his feet and raises his arm in exhaustion. Elizavetta Von Dutch enters the ring to check on Jag’hatai D’habi. He’s fine, if not looking a little loopy.
REYNOLDS
“I don’t believe that just happened!”
HANSON
“That was definitely insane!”
REYNOLDS
“Wyld Stallion just pinned Jag’hatai D’habi!! For the first time in his career!”
HANSON
“You talk about making a statement as TV champion!”
AUGUSTINO
(on the mic)
“Here is your winner! AAAAAAAAND STILL….NFW TELEVISION CHAMPION….WYLD...STALLION!!!!”
Wyld Stallion helps Jag’hatai D’habi up to his feet, holding onto his hand and shaking it as he holds his title on his shoulder. He says a few inaudible words to D’habi before turning and shaking Elizavetta Von Dutch’s hand as well. Von Dutch and Jag’hatai turn towards the ropes to leave the ring to Stallion when all of a sudden….
“The Void” is interrupted by “Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel” by Behemoth. There’s no light effects or smoke. The video wall doesn’t even change from the shot of the ring. Just the music plays as Darius Crowley comes walking out from the curtain. It’s rare we get to see him in anything aside from his ring gear or a full, crisp black suit. But tonight, he’s wearing black pants, combat boots and a black tank top as he walks towards the ring at a brisker place than his usual entrance.
REYNOLDS
“Uh-oh, what’s this, Nicky?”
HANSON
“Well, it’s Darius Crowley but what does he want?”
AUGUSTINO
“I bet I know. His rival just got pinned for the first time in his career!”
REYNOLDS
“And by a rookie!”
Darius Crowley steps into the ring and walks right up to Jag’hatai D’habi, getting in his face. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as Elizavetta Von Dutch stepped up beside them, looking between the two. Were they going to do this now? Slowly, though, Darius Crowley turned his attention from Jag’hatai D’habi to Wyld Stallion with that stoic look on his face. Crowley turned his body to face Stallion full on and loomed over him.
HANSON
“Waaaaait a minute!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhh man!”
HANSON
“Waaaaait. A. Minute!!”
Darius Crowley stood over Wyld Stallion and turned his eyes to the championship belt on his shoulder. He looks at the belt. Then up at Stallion. Then over at Jag’hatai D’habi. Then back at Stallion. Darius Crowley reaches up and pats the title belt on the center plate before exiting the ring and casually taking his leave.
AUGUSTINO
“Well...I think we have the next challenger for Wyld Stallion!”
REYNOLDS
“Awwww crap!”
HANSON
“That’s gonna be a match, folks!”
Winner: Wyld Stallion (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 21:13
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The camera cuts to the announcer’s table, where it appears as though the trio is ready to talk about the evenings events, when the crowd cuts them off with their boos. Hanson, Reynolds, and Augustino seem confused at first, but that doesn’t last long, as The Walking Contradiction Cherry Addams appears in their view.
REYNOLDS
"Nope, hell no. Keep Scary Cherry the hell out of here. The woman is a menace, I tried to tell you this, but you didn’t want to listen. Let me ask you this Nick, after her actions last week, you still think she’s a “sweetheart?”
HANSON
"Honestly, I’m not so sure now. I knew she was making crazy threats, but to actually carry through on it like that?"
AUGUSTINO
"You guys shut up, maybe she had a good reason. Did you ever stop to think about that?"
REYNOLDS
"Hell no, she’s just nuts, certifiably coo coo for coco puffs."
Cherry reaches the bottom of the ramp, her eyes trailing along the rows of fans, an agitated expression scrawled across her face. She starts to climb the ring steps, but stops herself, taking another moment to look over her shoulder, at the sea of onlookers. She yells something, but the camera isn’t quite able to pick up what it is she said.
AUGUSTINO
"I find it interesting, she came out here with no music, none of her normal theatrics. She just, ya know, came the hell out."
HANSON
"Odd indeed, it isn’t in line with her normal demeanor."
REYNOLDS
"Jesus H. Christ, would you stop drinking the fucking Flavoraid?!"
Finally in the ring, Cherry walks to the ropes, and signals for a mic. A member of the ring crew steps forward, and gingerly passes her a mic, Cherry simply sneers, and the man scampers away. Cherry raises the mic to her lips, but the booing is growing louder and louder. Cherry pauses, letting the fans shower her with their hate. After letting the fans voice their frustration, Cherry smirks, and brings the mic back up.
"Finished? Good. Nobody wants to hear it. Now, all week, I’ve been getting hounded, been getting asked one question. Why, why Cherry, did you attack Adrianna? And all week, I’ve been telling people to wait, that I’d field that question when I was damn good and ready. Well, as it happens, I am ready. You know something, I have been signed with this company for near a month, and in that time I’ve had but one fight. It’s funny, I sign and Savannah Hayes rolls out the red carpet. Tells me if I need anything, all I gotta do is call. Well, I’ve been fucking calling, and what a surprise, I got nothing! I’ve left voicemails, emails, texts. You name it, and I’ve tried it. What, because I’m not Kingdom, and I’m not Sex and Violence I don’t matter!? I don’t fight, I don’t get paid. Savannah may as well be taking the food, right out of my fucking mouth! But hey, I’m sure you people know a thing or two about that."
Cherry lowers her mic, something in the front row catches her eye. The Walking Contradiction rolls out of the ring, and approaches a large man in the front row, her eyes trace the man, measuring him up instinctively.
"Well, maybe not you. For fucks sake man, doesn’t look like anyone has ever tried to steal anything off of your plate."
Cherry’s eyes trail down to the man’s midsection, where she sees he’s holding a large soft pretzel, she spits at the poor bastard, and yanks the food away from him while yelling “How does that fucking feel!?”
REYNOLDS
"Ok, that’s just in poor taste. She is stealing from the fans, what the actual hell is going on right now?"
Cherry’s gaze turns to Jim, apparently his words were loud enough to reach her. Cherry takes a big bite out of the fans snack, and she tosses it in the fan’s face. She was now fully focused on Jimmy. She makes her way towards the announce table, and places her free hand on it, while using the hand with the mic in it to bring it back into speaking range.
"What’s going on right now? Glad you asked Jimmy, what’s going on right now, is I am pissed! Yeah, I came down here last week, and I attacked a woman. I want fights, and apparently, the usual methods ain’t working. I show up last week, thinking hey, Savannah can’t brush me off in person. Well, I’ll be damned if she didn’t just brush me off. So, I came out here, and I did what I did. As for the who, well it’s real damn simple. Adrianna was in the wrong place, at the wrong time. She just happened to be the first person I saw, when I came out here. And you know what? I don’t regret it, not for a minute. Because well, would you look at that."
Cherry taps her finger on the card outline sitting in front of Jim, an almost evil smile stretching across her face. She looks down, mocking the act of reading, and then fenining shock at what she had seen.
"I’m booked? Satan be praised! So, yeah, I got exactly what I wanted. I took matters into my own hands, and it’s working. Adrianna’s pissed off friend is coming at me, and I am looking forward to it, she could come her happy ass out here right now, and I’d welcome it. Make no mistakes, Jimmy, this ain’t going to be a match. This, is going to be a fight, a war if you will. I can guarantee you that."
HANSON
"Let me ask you about something though, Cherry."
"Nope!" Cherry flips the mic, and the sound of static feedback booms through the arena, as Cherry flips the announce team the bird, and simply walks away, her peace having been spoken.
As Cherry Addams starts heading up the ramp, the lights go out and Camelia’s “Splatter Party” featuring Hatsune Miku fills the arena. Cherry stops in her tracks and stares up the stage as the crowd, for once, cheers the music of the insane little Unwanted member.
HANSON
“Well, I don’t know where Cherry’s going! She’s got her match tonight and it’s actually right about that time!! Here comes her opponent!”
AUGUSTINO
“For Adrianna! Right?!”
As the bass to the song thumps through the speakers, Angel Kusanagi comes walking out from the curtain in her ring gear, minus her entrance robe. She’s not gonna need it...because she comes running down the ramp at Cherry Addams and jumps right onto her. The two women start trading vicious blows with Angel backing Cherry up towards the ring until she’s able to throw her in under the bottom rope. Angel slides in right behind her and the waiting referee shrugs her shoulders and calls for the bell.
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[Match #8. Singles Match - Cherry Addams v. Angel Kusanagi]
~DING DING DING~
Angel Kusanagi continued her assault, throwing forearms and knees into Cherry Addams as wildly and angrily. The barrage of shots backed Cherry into a corner where Angel switched to jabs and crosses, really unloading on her. Angel's temperature started getting the better of her as the referee began the count, getting to 4 before she broke off from Cherry. However, she quickly dashed across the ring, pushing off the turnbuckle with her foot and came in with a cartwheel back elbow. The impact snapped Cherry's head back and she slumped back in the corner. Angel wasn't finished, however, as she stepped forward and delivered a Pele Kick to Cherry, causing her to slump down into a sitting position, against the bottom turnbuckle. Next, Angel ran against the ropes, coming back with a running facewash kick, followed quickly by running to the opposite corner again and coming off with a magnificent hesitating dropkick. Cherry laid out on the mat and rolled under the rope, to get out of the ring to recompose herself.
HANSON
"And there goes Cherry Addams out of the ring! Gonna try and regain her senses, maybe. Possibly rework her strategy!"
REYNOLDS
"Kick her scary ass, Angel! Wait, you're both scary. Kill each other!"
AUGUSTINO
"This doesn't even seem like a match, guys. This is more like a fight!"
HANSON
"Yeah, no kidding! WATCH OUT!!"
As Nick Hanson said this, Angel Kusanagi ran off the ropes again and sprinted across the ring, coming over the top for a Suicide Plancha, bringing her and Cherry Addams to the floor. The crowd was already on their feet, fully invested in what was going on as the two continued to battle it out. Angel pulled Cherry to her feet and pushed her into the guard rail. As Cherry leaned back against it, Angel cocked back one hand and delivered a loud, painful chop across Cherry's chest. The crowd behind her reacted emphatically as Cherry grabbed her chest and keeled forward. Angel shoved her back into the rail and delivered another chop. Angel delivered a third chop, stiff and loud, almost bringing Cherry to her knees. She grabbed her by the wrist then, and Irish Whipped her right towards the steps!! Cherry, however, managed to reverse the position and, using her strength, sent the smaller woman running and crashing into the steps herself. Angel's body tumbled over the steps and hit the floor at an awkward angle as the crowd reacted.
HANSON
"OHH MAN!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Ooh, she might have landed on her neck!"
HANSON
"Oh, I hope not! Ow!"
With a hand on her chest, Cherry Addams advanced on Angel, seething with anger as she stepped around the stairs and reached down to pick the Japanese woman up by her hair as the referee's count continued. Cherry grabbed Angel again and gave her a short Irish whip right into the ring post. Angel hit it hard and slumped against it, just before Cherry grabbed her by the hair and screamed, violently SLAMMING Angel's face into the steps! Angel reeled back and crumpled to the floor. With the referee at twelve, Cherry shrugged and slid back into the ring. Angel crawled towards the guard rail slowly as the count escalated. Right at about '19', though, The Unwanted's Japanese maniac hurried the few feet it took her and slid into the ring at the last possible second. Pulling Angel to her feet, Cherry leaned her back against the ropes. Cherry immediately began throwing knees up into Angel's ribs. As the ref reached four, Cherry threw her hands up and stepped back before lunging back in and driving a front kick into Angel's ribs. Grabbing her by the wrist, Cherry whipped Angel across the ring, moving with her and keeping hold of her wrist. As Angel hit the other side of the ropes, Cherry was right there, driving a knee up into her ribs. Cherry repeated this motion, running Angel back and forth against the ropes and throwing her knee up each time.
HANSON
"Cherry Addams is taking it to Angel Kusanagi! Driving those knees into the ribs!"
AUGUSTINO
"That's gotta hurt!"
REYNOLDS
"Yeah, no shit!"
After about five knees back and forth, Cherry pulled Angel in and hit a snapmare, flipping her over onto the mat. Cherry came off the ropes behind her, stepped in and delivered a sharp kick to the back. Angel winced, clenching her fists but appeared to be smiling from the pain. Cherry looked down at her with an amused, twisted smirk, mouthing 'you like that?' Nodding, Cherry ran passed Angel, came off the ropes and ran back in for a sliding clothesline, snapping Angel back to the mat and covering her for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Huffing angrily, Cherry pushed Angel back down to the mat and stood up, coming right back down with a fist drop. Angel reeled, grabbing her face but sat up and grinned through the pain up at Cherry. Cherry raised her eyebrows, amused, and delivered another stiff kick to Angel's chest knocking her back. She followed up with a jumping knee drop, and went for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry shot up onto her knees, throwing up three to the ref. The ref confirmed it was two but Cherry thrust her hand up in the referee's face, yelling that it was three. The referee snapped back, standing her ground that it was only two. Cherry clenched her fist and feigned a lunge at the woman. She flinched back and gestured to ers shirt. Cherry laughed, mockingly, at the woman and went back to go pick Angel up to her feet. As she bent down to grab hold of her, Angel shot a hand up and thumbed her in the eye, to a mixed reaction to the crowd, and rolled out of the ring.
HANSON
"Oh and a thumb to the eye from Kusanagi and that gives her a window of recovery!"
AUGUSTINO
"Fighting dirty! I like it!"
While Cherry rubbed at her eye, Angel climbed back up onto the apron and gripped the ropes. She began to hype herself up, bouncing from side to side on the balls of her feet as she watched Cherry's body language. As the woman with more of a strength advantage began to turn around, Angel hopped up and hit a springboard off of the top rope, landing on Cherry's shoulders and threw her body weight back, yanking her opponent down into a violent hurricanrana with a pinfall combination.
ONE!
TWO!
Cherry powered out of the cover, throwing Angel off of her and right into the referee. The referee fell back, not taking too much of a hit but had to find her way up. As she did, and as Angel started getting up to her feet, Cherry swooped in and caught Angel in a schoolboy rollup. The referee quickly scrambled over to make the count and, once Cherry saw where the official was positioned, she grabbed onto Angel's tights and pulled to give herself extra leverage.
HANSON
"Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
REYNOLDS
"The whole world watching now knows that Angel wears purple thongs, too!"
HANSON
"That's not what I was talking about! Cherry held the damn tights!"
ARDEN
"Here is your winner!!!! CHERRYYYYYYYY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!"
"Summer Breeze" by Type O Negative filled the arena as Cherry Addams got to her feet and yelled defiantly to the booing audience. The referee raised her arm for a second before Cherry yanked it away and chased her off with a lunge. Laughing, Cherry shook her head down at the confused Angel Kusanagi before rolling out of the ring and heading up the main entrance ramp. All the while, pointing to herself and taunting into the camera.
"You see that Hayes?! Maybe you'll book me more, huh?! Maybe you'll fucking book---!"
Cherry Addams was cut off suddenly, as Angel Kusanagi rolled out of the ring and came running up the ramp at her. In the middle of Cherry speaking, Angel clobbered her with a forearm from behind before spinning her around and beginning to throw shots at her with her forearms. Cherry began trading blows with Angel, backing up and hopping off the ramp. Angel followed right after her, running and diving off of the ramp and onto Cherry in a tackle where she started throwing more shots. Cherry rolled, getting the dominant position and threw shots back down at Angel until security rushed in and had to struggle to pull her off. Once they got Cherry off, more had to rush in and hold Angel back from getting at her. Angel scratched, clawed and gouged at the security guards as they separated her and Cherry, moving them backstage through separate doors.
Winner: Cherry Addams
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:42
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Ethan skinner walks into frame carrying a boombox on his shoulder and he sets it up on a chair. He leaves the screen and comes walking back in with a chair and he nods at the camera. He exits one last time and he walks back into frame with a stack of papers. He sits down on the second chair and nods again at the camera.. “ Max, it appears my spoken words have not struck home but my typed ones have, so I presented a show for you. I hope you like it”
He places the papers off to his right and walks over and turns on some music. It appears ot be one of his own songs, “You Walk Away” by Blutnengel.
There's so much wrong in your life
And you wish you could turn back time
No time for sorrow, no time to regret
You're drowning in the sands of time
But life goes on day by day
HANSON
“Well, I don’t know where Cherry’s going! She’s got her match tonight and it’s actually right about that time!! Here comes her opponent!”
AUGUSTINO
“For Adrianna! Right?!”
As the bass to the song thumps through the speakers, Angel Kusanagi comes walking out from the curtain in her ring gear, minus her entrance robe. She’s not gonna need it...because she comes running down the ramp at Cherry Addams and jumps right onto her. The two women start trading vicious blows with Angel backing Cherry up towards the ring until she’s able to throw her in under the bottom rope. Angel slides in right behind her and the waiting referee shrugs her shoulders and calls for the bell.
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[Match #8. Singles Match - Cherry Addams v. Angel Kusanagi]
~DING DING DING~
Angel Kusanagi continued her assault, throwing forearms and knees into Cherry Addams as wildly and angrily. The barrage of shots backed Cherry into a corner where Angel switched to jabs and crosses, really unloading on her. Angel's temperature started getting the better of her as the referee began the count, getting to 4 before she broke off from Cherry. However, she quickly dashed across the ring, pushing off the turnbuckle with her foot and came in with a cartwheel back elbow. The impact snapped Cherry's head back and she slumped back in the corner. Angel wasn't finished, however, as she stepped forward and delivered a Pele Kick to Cherry, causing her to slump down into a sitting position, against the bottom turnbuckle. Next, Angel ran against the ropes, coming back with a running facewash kick, followed quickly by running to the opposite corner again and coming off with a magnificent hesitating dropkick. Cherry laid out on the mat and rolled under the rope, to get out of the ring to recompose herself.
HANSON
"And there goes Cherry Addams out of the ring! Gonna try and regain her senses, maybe. Possibly rework her strategy!"
REYNOLDS
"Kick her scary ass, Angel! Wait, you're both scary. Kill each other!"
AUGUSTINO
"This doesn't even seem like a match, guys. This is more like a fight!"
HANSON
"Yeah, no kidding! WATCH OUT!!"
As Nick Hanson said this, Angel Kusanagi ran off the ropes again and sprinted across the ring, coming over the top for a Suicide Plancha, bringing her and Cherry Addams to the floor. The crowd was already on their feet, fully invested in what was going on as the two continued to battle it out. Angel pulled Cherry to her feet and pushed her into the guard rail. As Cherry leaned back against it, Angel cocked back one hand and delivered a loud, painful chop across Cherry's chest. The crowd behind her reacted emphatically as Cherry grabbed her chest and keeled forward. Angel shoved her back into the rail and delivered another chop. Angel delivered a third chop, stiff and loud, almost bringing Cherry to her knees. She grabbed her by the wrist then, and Irish Whipped her right towards the steps!! Cherry, however, managed to reverse the position and, using her strength, sent the smaller woman running and crashing into the steps herself. Angel's body tumbled over the steps and hit the floor at an awkward angle as the crowd reacted.
HANSON
"OHH MAN!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Ooh, she might have landed on her neck!"
HANSON
"Oh, I hope not! Ow!"
With a hand on her chest, Cherry Addams advanced on Angel, seething with anger as she stepped around the stairs and reached down to pick the Japanese woman up by her hair as the referee's count continued. Cherry grabbed Angel again and gave her a short Irish whip right into the ring post. Angel hit it hard and slumped against it, just before Cherry grabbed her by the hair and screamed, violently SLAMMING Angel's face into the steps! Angel reeled back and crumpled to the floor. With the referee at twelve, Cherry shrugged and slid back into the ring. Angel crawled towards the guard rail slowly as the count escalated. Right at about '19', though, The Unwanted's Japanese maniac hurried the few feet it took her and slid into the ring at the last possible second. Pulling Angel to her feet, Cherry leaned her back against the ropes. Cherry immediately began throwing knees up into Angel's ribs. As the ref reached four, Cherry threw her hands up and stepped back before lunging back in and driving a front kick into Angel's ribs. Grabbing her by the wrist, Cherry whipped Angel across the ring, moving with her and keeping hold of her wrist. As Angel hit the other side of the ropes, Cherry was right there, driving a knee up into her ribs. Cherry repeated this motion, running Angel back and forth against the ropes and throwing her knee up each time.
HANSON
"Cherry Addams is taking it to Angel Kusanagi! Driving those knees into the ribs!"
AUGUSTINO
"That's gotta hurt!"
REYNOLDS
"Yeah, no shit!"
After about five knees back and forth, Cherry pulled Angel in and hit a snapmare, flipping her over onto the mat. Cherry came off the ropes behind her, stepped in and delivered a sharp kick to the back. Angel winced, clenching her fists but appeared to be smiling from the pain. Cherry looked down at her with an amused, twisted smirk, mouthing 'you like that?' Nodding, Cherry ran passed Angel, came off the ropes and ran back in for a sliding clothesline, snapping Angel back to the mat and covering her for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Huffing angrily, Cherry pushed Angel back down to the mat and stood up, coming right back down with a fist drop. Angel reeled, grabbing her face but sat up and grinned through the pain up at Cherry. Cherry raised her eyebrows, amused, and delivered another stiff kick to Angel's chest knocking her back. She followed up with a jumping knee drop, and went for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry shot up onto her knees, throwing up three to the ref. The ref confirmed it was two but Cherry thrust her hand up in the referee's face, yelling that it was three. The referee snapped back, standing her ground that it was only two. Cherry clenched her fist and feigned a lunge at the woman. She flinched back and gestured to ers shirt. Cherry laughed, mockingly, at the woman and went back to go pick Angel up to her feet. As she bent down to grab hold of her, Angel shot a hand up and thumbed her in the eye, to a mixed reaction to the crowd, and rolled out of the ring.
HANSON
"Oh and a thumb to the eye from Kusanagi and that gives her a window of recovery!"
AUGUSTINO
"Fighting dirty! I like it!"
While Cherry rubbed at her eye, Angel climbed back up onto the apron and gripped the ropes. She began to hype herself up, bouncing from side to side on the balls of her feet as she watched Cherry's body language. As the woman with more of a strength advantage began to turn around, Angel hopped up and hit a springboard off of the top rope, landing on Cherry's shoulders and threw her body weight back, yanking her opponent down into a violent hurricanrana with a pinfall combination.
ONE!
TWO!
Cherry powered out of the cover, throwing Angel off of her and right into the referee. The referee fell back, not taking too much of a hit but had to find her way up. As she did, and as Angel started getting up to her feet, Cherry swooped in and caught Angel in a schoolboy rollup. The referee quickly scrambled over to make the count and, once Cherry saw where the official was positioned, she grabbed onto Angel's tights and pulled to give herself extra leverage.
HANSON
"Hey, wait a minute! Wait a minute!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
REYNOLDS
"The whole world watching now knows that Angel wears purple thongs, too!"
HANSON
"That's not what I was talking about! Cherry held the damn tights!"
ARDEN
"Here is your winner!!!! CHERRYYYYYYYY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!"
"Summer Breeze" by Type O Negative filled the arena as Cherry Addams got to her feet and yelled defiantly to the booing audience. The referee raised her arm for a second before Cherry yanked it away and chased her off with a lunge. Laughing, Cherry shook her head down at the confused Angel Kusanagi before rolling out of the ring and heading up the main entrance ramp. All the while, pointing to herself and taunting into the camera.
"You see that Hayes?! Maybe you'll book me more, huh?! Maybe you'll fucking book---!"
Cherry Addams was cut off suddenly, as Angel Kusanagi rolled out of the ring and came running up the ramp at her. In the middle of Cherry speaking, Angel clobbered her with a forearm from behind before spinning her around and beginning to throw shots at her with her forearms. Cherry began trading blows with Angel, backing up and hopping off the ramp. Angel followed right after her, running and diving off of the ramp and onto Cherry in a tackle where she started throwing more shots. Cherry rolled, getting the dominant position and threw shots back down at Angel until security rushed in and had to struggle to pull her off. Once they got Cherry off, more had to rush in and hold Angel back from getting at her. Angel scratched, clawed and gouged at the security guards as they separated her and Cherry, moving them backstage through separate doors.
Winner: Cherry Addams
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:42
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Ethan skinner walks into frame carrying a boombox on his shoulder and he sets it up on a chair. He leaves the screen and comes walking back in with a chair and he nods at the camera. He exits one last time and he walks back into frame with a stack of papers. He sits down on the second chair and nods again at the camera.. “ Max, it appears my spoken words have not struck home but my typed ones have, so I presented a show for you. I hope you like it”
He places the papers off to his right and walks over and turns on some music. It appears ot be one of his own songs, “You Walk Away” by Blutnengel.
There's so much wrong in your life
And you wish you could turn back time
No time for sorrow, no time to regret
You're drowning in the sands of time
But life goes on day by day
And all the faults will remain
Ethan moves to sit down and l picks up the papers again and the first sign reads:
“Hi Max”
-sign falls-
“Do you think -”
-sign falls-
“I did this alone”
-sign falls-
“Without Judas even knowing”
-sign falls-
“Or signing off on your attack”
-sign falls-
“I meant what I said”
-sign falls-
“I respect you”
“Do you think -”
-sign falls-
“I did this alone”
-sign falls-
“Without Judas even knowing”
-sign falls-
“Or signing off on your attack”
-sign falls-
“I meant what I said”
-sign falls-
“I respect you”
More lyrics play as he continues.
You walk away
You walk away
From the place you left before
You won't go back, 'cause there's nothing more for you to say.
“I knew I needed to”
-sign fall-
“Attack you, to get your”
-sign fall-
“ATTENTION”
-sign fall-
-sign fall-
“ATTENTION”
-sign fall-
“Imagine yourself a champion”
Ethan snickers as he lets this piece of paper fall to the floor.
-sign fall-
“And you had a loyal warrior”
-sign fall-
“Willing to end their own lives”
-sign fall-
“just to keep your stranglehold”
-sign fall-
-sign fall-
“And you had a loyal warrior”
-sign fall-
“Willing to end their own lives”
-sign fall-
“just to keep your stranglehold”
-sign fall-
“On your empire”
The song seems to be winding down
But life goes on day by day
And all the faults will remain
You walk away
You walk away
And all the faults will remain
You walk away
You walk away
From the place you left before without me
There is…
-sign fall-
“YOU”
“USE”
-sign fall-
“THEM”
-sign fall-
“Just Like” The I in like appears to be the anarchy symbol.
-sign fall-
“JUDAS”
-sign fall-
“USED ME”
The music stops and He stands and tosses away the last paper and walks towards the camera.
“I hope that clear that up. Max. See ya soon.”
-fade-
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[Main Event - Singles Match - Ethan Skinner v. Max LeBrun]
Returning to ringside, the camera focuses on Miranda Augustino as she brings the microphone up to her mouth.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is your main event and is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
“YOU”
“USE”
-sign fall-
“THEM”
-sign fall-
“Just Like” The I in like appears to be the anarchy symbol.
-sign fall-
“JUDAS”
-sign fall-
“USED ME”
The music stops and He stands and tosses away the last paper and walks towards the camera.
“I hope that clear that up. Max. See ya soon.”
-fade-
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[Main Event - Singles Match - Ethan Skinner v. Max LeBrun]
Returning to ringside, the camera focuses on Miranda Augustino as she brings the microphone up to her mouth.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is your main event and is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
Nagual's Ka Mate fills the arena through the speaker system as the lights immediately dim down, shrouding the audience in darkness. Suddenly, the camera cuts to the area behind the curtain, known as the gorilla position. We see a pair of boots slowly making their way towards the curtain as the camera pans upwards. Before a full look is shown of the individual, the camera cuts back to the arena as pyro erupts from the stage, obscuring the entryway. After a long moment, the storm of sparks die down as the camera pans up the ramp towards the revealed visage of Ethan Skinner. As the camera hones in on the man’s face, he lifts his gaze from the floor...and a cold smile forms across his face as he stares down at the ring, smoke spewing from his nose and from between his teeth, making his expression even more terrifying. Finally, he moves forward, briskly walking down the ramp as ring announcer, Roger Arden’s voice, thunders throughout the arena.
AUGUSTINO
“Making his way to the ring...from Burnham Camp, New Zealand!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! ETHAAAAAAAAAN SKIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEEERR!!!”
Ethan Skinner reaches the ring, ascending the steps and promptly entering the ring, finding his corner as he silently stares across the ring at the stage with the cold, calculated look of a maniacal genius.
AUGUSTINO
“Making his way to the ring...from Burnham Camp, New Zealand!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! ETHAAAAAAAAAN SKIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEEERR!!!”
Ethan Skinner reaches the ring, ascending the steps and promptly entering the ring, finding his corner as he silently stares across the ring at the stage with the cold, calculated look of a maniacal genius.
The crowd goes into a loud pop as the lights in the arena dim down and the opening notes of Deuce’s “Here I Come” are heard throughout the arena.
Yeah, y'all ready for this?
Turn that shit up, let's go!
Max LeBrun steps out through the curtain; a completely new look to his ring gear. More blue than red. Sunglasses and a bandana around his head like he used to wear during his earlier years.
I hate what I became, so goddamn insane
A man without a brain that's trying to run away
By jumping off a plane, that's why I can't restrain
Myself from killing every motherfucker in this place
It's just a little late, wish I was Lil Wayne
Shit, I'mma keep on killing motherfuckers in my way
You better be afraid 'cause I'm about to break
Prepare for war, yeah, this is Judgment Day
Max walks the stage, paying attention to the crowd as they throw up signs and banners. Max pulls off his bandana, bunches it and throws it into the audience and finally turns his attention down towards the ring; he lowers his sunglasses to get a good look at his opponent...and smirks.
Nothing's getting in my way
Don't really care what you say
I ain't really ever gonna change
Told you that I'm here to stay
Nothing's getting in my way
Told you I ain't really ever gonna change
Finally, Max moves to the center of the stage, looking down at the floor. He raises one hand up slowly before throwing it down and snaps his opposite fits up in the air. Pyro shoots off on both sides and above him, blasting the stage with red and white sparks. Each pop sounding like a deafening explosion as Max raises his gaze to the sky before starting down the ramp with a purpose.
Here I come to have fun, better fucking run
Told you that I am never fucking done
Fear no one, here I come, better grab a gun
Until I die, I'm never fucking done
AUGUSTINO
“His opponent! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds! From Toronto, Ontario Canada! Representing The Resistance! He is the Toronto Daredevil! MAX LEBRUUUUUUUUN!!!!!”
REYNOLDS
“He is fucking BACK, Nicky!!!”
HANSON
“It’s been awhile since we’ve seen Max in the ring. Really since Wrestle War, if you think about it. He’s been around but not so much in a competitive role. He looks good though! New music, new look. Looks like he’s in great shape. He said he’d been staying ready and not just sitting around.”
REYNOLDS
“This guy lives for activity, Nicky. Most people like to walk places. This guy runs. People go around obstacles, Max literally goes over them!”
Max enters the ring, slingshotting himself over it and lands on his feet, rolling across the mat and pops up right in Ethan Skinner’s face, smirking as he pulls his sunglasses off and removes his entrance gear. Ethan smirks back at him, feeling he’s got this one in the bag.
~DING DING DING~
As Max LeBrun and Ethan Skinner circled the ring, each man watched the other carefully. As they stepped in to go for the tieup, Ethan Skinner suddenly back off from Max and turned to the audience, scratching the back of his head idly as he shrugged. The crowd boo'ed and Max LeBrun stood in place, with a curious, almost confused look on his face. He looked at the crowd and gestured to Skinner as if asking 'fuck is this guy doing?' The referee walked up to Ethan Skinner, directing him to get the match started. Smirking, Ethan turned back to Max and the two started circling again. Again, the two moved in for the tieup but Ethan slipped under Max's arm and ran his hands through either side of his hair, smiling cockily at the audience, shaking his head. Max looked a bit annoyed at first, but he looked over at Ethan and grinned, raising his eyebrows and nodding.
HANSON
"Ethan Skinner, playing some mind games with the number one contender."
REYNOLDS
"My god, just wrestle the damn match! This is why Max calls him irrelevant! He's got his head in the clouds and he fucks around too much! That's why Shelley Silver beat him like a stepchild!"
AUGUSTINO
"Easy, Jimbo! Didn't he bust you open, not too long ago?"
REYNOLDS
"Fuck Skinner and fuck everybody else. Let one of those eyeliner freaks lay a fucking hand on me, again. I got a new insurance policy that'll take good care of me!"
HANSON
"Like a medical plan?"
REYNOLDS
"I told you, Nicky. I'm not taking anybody's shit anymore!"
After some chiding from the referee, Ethan raised his hands, relenting to the ref before circling the ring with Max again. Max was grinning a little this time as he seemed more interested in the match. Ethan's black lips curled up into a wicked grin of his own as he brought his hands up. Max went in to initiate the tieup for a third time and Ethan suddenly stepped back, dropped down and rolled out of the ring, The crowd boo'ed as Ethan waved a hand at Max dismissively. He paced back and forth in front of the ring by the ramp and shook his head to the crowd, waving his hand in front of his throat as if to say he was done. He didn't seem to feel like bothering with Max. Standing in the center of the ring, Max shrugged, ran off the ropes and came in fast towards Ethan's side. He jumped up onto the top rope, looking like he was going for a springboard to the outside. Ethan looked like he was ready to react but Max backflipped off of the top rope and landed in a flashy pose on one knee, giving Ethan the double middle finger. A mixture of cheers and laughter arose from the crowd and Max sat down, cross legged, propped his elbows on his thighs and rested his chin in his hands, looking bored as the ref began to count. Ethan Skinner was the one who looked confused now as he watched Max just sit there. He started goading Max into coming after him. Max shifted position and laid on his side, propping his head up on one hand. The crowd laughed more as Max pretended to wipe his nails off. Blowing on them and rubbing them over his chest with a bored look on his face.
HANSON
"And now, it's Max LeBrun playing mind games. The Toronto Daredevil, ladies and gentlemen!"
REYNOLDS
"There you go! Fuck with him, Max!"
AUGUSTINO
"I wish these two would just start fighting, already!"
Ethan looked torn between what decision to make. He didn't want to get counted out but he didn't want to be the one to cave and give into the games. He began to look frustrated and started arguing with a fan in the front row who got a chant going.
FUCK YOU SKINNER!
Clap-clap-clapclapclap
FUCK YOU SKINNER!
Clap-clap-clapclapclap
FUCK YOU SKINNER!
Clap-clap-clapclapclap
FUCK YOU SKINNER!
Clap-clap-clapclapclap
Ethan got up in the fan's face, jawing with him as the referee reached thirteen. Here, Max LeBrun suddenly rolled out of the ring. As Ethan Skinner seemed ready to relent, finally, he backed off from the fan and turned back towards the ring. As he did, Max LeBrun came running from the adjacent side of the ring, 'parkouring' off of the steel steps - picture like a rabbit leap - and drilled Ethan with a forearm. Ethan stumbled back into the barricade and Max was on him like poutine gravy, throwing fists and forearms at the man, grabbing his hair each time to hold his head still. The crowd was now going nuts as the matchoff between these two had finally started and it started with a bang! Max beat Ethan back towards the ring before throwing him in and hopping up onto the apron. As Ethan got back to his feet, Max springboarded back inside the ring, coming down with a flawless Missile Dropkick to the Maori Warrior, knocking him to the mat. Max quickly floated over for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Max got up off of Ethan and Ethan rolled out of the ring again, now obviously frustrated as he kicked the guard rail. Max LeBrun wasn't going to feint an attack this time as he took a running baseball slide out of the ring and caught Skinner with a forearm. This rocked the protege of Judas Lasher before Max LeBrun grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face right into the guard rail. Ethan grabbed his face while Max grabbed him by the arm and went for an Irish whip but Ethan reversed it and sent the Toronto Daredevil running right into the ring post. Now it was Skinner's turn to start feeding LeBrun shots around the outside of the ring. As the referee yelled for the two to get back into the ring, Ethan Skinner pressed Max LeBrun against the barricade and unleashed a combo of Muay Thai knees. Stepping back from those, he came right back in with a spinning back elbow to the side of Max's head, rocking him and leaving him stunned against the rail. Ethan started walking, putting a distance between him and Max as the referee yelled at them to get back into the ring. Ethan waved the ref off and raised his hands up and out, presenting himself to the crowd.
"Who's irrelevant now, huh? Who's irrelevant now?!"
Ethan yelled before turning and took a running start at Max, throwing himself into his opponent with a crossbody that sent them both over the railing and beside the announce table. The two men tumbled to the floor with Max rolling back over his neck and landing on his front. Ethan got more of a cushioned landing as he landed flat on his back and was able to get back up to his feet.
HANSON
"Right here beside us now!! Ethan Skinner and Max LeBrun are taking this into the crowd!"
REYNOLDS
"Get back in the ring, you fucking animal!"
Ethan Skinner heard this and walked over to the table.
AUGUSTINO
"Ohhh shit. I think he heard you!"
REYNOLDS
"Fuck him! He ain't shit just like the rest of them! Bunch of emo wanna be tough guys with makeup they stold from their sister's room. Or maybe their mom's makeup cabinet!"
HANSON
"Jim, stop!"
Ethan Skinner walked right up to the table and, with an index finger, craned his ear in with his eyebrows raised at Jim Reynolds.
"What was that?"
REYNOLDS
"I said you raid your mother's makeup cabinet, you pansy fuckin---!!"
Ethan Skinner lunged over the announce table and grabbed Jim Reynolds by his jacket. Yanking the man over on top of it, he fed him a straight fist to the face before shoving him to the floor in front of the table. He winked at Miranda Augustino before going back for Max, stepping on Jim Reynold's back as he did.
HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Dude, he just winked at me."
HANSON
"Jim! Are you alright?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Jimbo! You dead?"
On the floor, Jim Reynolds lied, holding his head and could be heard softly groaning on camera. Back to the match, Ethan Skinner was back to throwing shots at Max, dragging him over and slamming his face into the announce table before stepping over the railing again and sliding back into the ring as the ref had finally began to count, reaching '6' at that point. Max LeBrun remained on the floor, slowly trying to get to his feet as Ethan rolled in and mimicked Max's cross legged pose, propping his chin on his hands for a couple of seconds before switching over into the other pose Max had done, all the way down to wiping his nails off as he 'waited' for Max to get back into the ring. Finally, at about '15' on the count, Max LeBrun was back on his feet and seemed to hear the referee. As fast as he could carry himself, he stepped over the railing and rushed to get back inside the ring. Ethan Skinner was immediately on him again, laying the stomps to him at first before he picked him up to his feet. Ethan Irish whipped Max into the ropes, catching him on the way back into a sidewalk slam. Ethan was back on his feet, running off of the ropes and hitting a senton on Max before rolling over into a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!
Shaking his head, Ethan started slapping Max across the back of the head as he started getting up to his feet. After a few of these, he Irish whipped Max into the corner, chest first. As he came running, Max dodged with an up and over. Ethan turned around and Max force him back into the corner by running specifically up Ethan's body and performed a backflip to put more distance between the two. With Ethan forced back, Max ran in and hit a running back elbow, followed by a jumping enziguri across Ethan's head, effectively completing the Wall Check!
HANSON
"AND THERE'S THE WALL CHECK FROM MAX LEBRUN!! THAT COULD BE IT!!"
Max 'helped' Ethan out of the corner, throwing him down and throwing himself over the man for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
HANSON
"And there's a kickout from Ethan Skinner! Hey, Jim! You okay?!"
The camera cut back to the announce table as Max and Ethan got up and started trading shots, again. Jim Reynolds held a hand to his jaw as he pulled himself to his feet.
AUGUSTINO
"That look like it hurt, bud! Here, you want some water?"
Jim Reynolds grabbed the bottle of water and threw it off to the side, across the floor as he could be heard yelling, "Fuck the water!"
AUGUSTINO
"Whoa! Calm down, Jimbo!"
Jim Reynolds grabbed his headset and brought just the microphone up to his mouth.
REYNOLDS
"No! No!! Don't tell me to calm down! I'm sick of this shit! Fucking sick!"
HANSON
"Jim?"
REYNOLDS
"Shut up, Nick! I didn't sign onto this job to put up with the shit that I have to deal with on a weekly basis!"
HANSON
"What are you talking about?"
REYNOLDS
"I'm talking about this shit!"
Jim Reynolds turns and points to Ethan Skinner in the ring.
REYNOLDS
"I took this job to call matches and provide commentary. Nowhere in my contract does it warn me about being assaulted by the fucking talent! If you can call what motherfuckers like Ethan Skinner do 'talent!' Barbwire, broken glass and all that fucking shit! I didn't come here to get assaulted! To get harassed! Ethan Skinner. Cherry Addams. Judas Lasher. Shit, even Marissa Payne! Fuck you! Fuck every goddamn one of you! And fuck you, too!"
He turns and points to Miranda Augustino. The woman looks more shocked and confused than anything.
AUGUSTINO
"Me?! What did I do?!"
REYNOLDS
"I asked you nicely, the first time, to call my name right. My name is James, but you can call me Jim. Instead, I got you calling me Jimbo like I'm one of those white trash in the Rebel Forces!"
HANSON
"Jim, look just calm down, alright? Sit down and let's finish calling this match, alright?"
REYNOLDS
"You two can call the goddamn match! I quit!"
Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino go quiet and look up at Jim Reynolds with shocked looks on their faces as he turns and gets right up in the camera with his headset mic still up to his mouth.
REYNOLDS
"You hear that, Steve? Savannah? I. Fucking. QUIT!!"
With that said, he throws the headset onto the table and steps over the guardrail. Jim Reynolds storms around the ring and up the ramp towards the stage. He flings the curtain aside and disappears backstage.
HANSON
"I can't believe that just happened...."
AUGUSTINO
"...I actually feel bad, I mean...I was only messing with him."
Back inside the ring, Ethan Skinner and Max LeBrun continue to go back and forth. A battle between Ethan's Judo and technical wrestling style versus Max's technical wrestling and stiff martial arts strikes. Things looked to be getting heated more and more as the match went on.
Eventually, the two men found themselves out on the apron, trading blows while on the brink of exhaustion. Each shot rang through the audience while both men held onto the rope to keep from falling. Finally, after a couple moments of Referee James Greer trying to coax the two back in the ring, Ethan Skinner blocked a shot and caught Max with a headbutt. Max stumbled back and Ethan hit a superkick, causing Max to spin around. With his back to the Maori Warrior, Max was left open and Ethan Skinner swooped in, grabbing him and delivered a devastating looking dragon suplex to Max LeBrun, driving his head and neck right down onto the apron. Both men crumpled to the floor as the crowd went nuts.
HANSON
“MAX LEBRUN!!! DRIVEN ONTO HIS NECK, RIGHT ONTO THE APRON!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Does he have neck problems?!”
HANSON
“Not exactly. He’s got that shoulder problem, and a neck injury just might affect that!”
AUGUSTINO
“That was brutal!! Jim shoulda seen that!”
HANSON
“Damn shame he didn’t!”
Both men writhed on the floor with Ethan Skinner starting to pull himself to his feet as the referee’s count reached ‘11.’ As the referee reached ‘15’, Ethan slid back under the bottom rope and sat up on the mat, watching Max. Or at least in the direction of where he was, behind the apron. Outside the ring, Max laid unmoving, holding onto his neck as he laid face down. Candi Broduer and Chris Wolfe came down the ramp, looking worried. The referee warned them to stay back as he continued his count.
17!
HANSON
“He’s gotta get up, c’mon Max! Not like this!”
18!
AUGUSTINO
“He hasn’t tried to even sit up yet!”
“Baby, c’mon!” Candi called to Max, desperately. Irked that she couldn’t physically get him back in the ring.
19!
“Let’s go, big dog!” Chris clapped his hands towards Max, trying to get him to stir.
20!
~DING DING DING~
Nagual’s “Ka Mate” ripped through the arena as Candi and Chris finally came to Max’s side and started talking to him. To their relief, he started to stir and managed to sit up. Inside the ring, the referee raised Ethan Skinner’s hand in victory. Outside at the announce table, Miranda Augustino sat back in her chair with her arms crossed as the timekeeper brought the microphone over to her, offering it out. She looked at it, scoffed and shook her head.
HANSON
“Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“I’m not announcing this. That wasn’t a fucking win.”
HANSON
“Well, it was a countout.”
AUGUSTINO
“Which means he didn’t beat him! I didn’t see no pin or submission! No contest!”
HANSON
“Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, what are you so shocked for? I’m only a sub. I don’t have to announce shit. I’m doing my main job right here.”
HANSON
“Well folks...that’s our show. Definitely a crazy one. We wish Roger Arden a speedy recovery, we hope you enjoyed the matches and we hope to hear back something about James Reynolds, soon enough. See you next week, folks!”
The credits start to roll as the camera switches back and forth between the ring doctor talking to Max LeBrun and Ethan Skinner looking at the announce table, wondering why his victory isn’t being announced to the audience. Nick Hanson looks up at Ethan Skinner and shrugs his shoulders. Beside him, Miranda Augustino has her headset around her neck and her nose buried in her phone. She smirks at the screen and licks her lips in some sort of sense of anticipation. Ethan Skinner looks annoyed at her as the screen fades out….
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Match Winners
Match #1. Sammi Belmont def. Ice by pinfall
Match #2. Mia Hayashi def. Bronwyn Good by pinfall
Match #3. Eavan Maloney def. Heidi by submission
Match #4. Eddy Poe def. Teddy Morse by countout
Match #5. Adrianna Salvatore def. Brittany Hayes by pinfall
Match #6. Shelley Silver def. Dona Rotten by pinfall
Match #7. Wyld Stallion def. Jag’hatai D’habi by pinfall
Match #8. Cherry Addams def. Angel Kusanagi by pinfall
Match #9. Ethan Skinner def. Max LeBrun by countout
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Match Writers
Match #1. Sammi Belmont v. Ice written by FireAndIce
Match #2. Mia Hayashi v. Bronwyn Good written by Sativa Nevaeh
Match #3. Eavan Maloney v. Heidi written by FireAndIce
Match #4. Eddy Poe v. Teddy Morse written by FireAndIce
Match #5. Adrianna Salvatore v. Brittany Hayes written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #6. Shelley Silver v. Dona Rotten written by Steinn
Match #7. Wld Stallion v. Jag’hatai D’habi written by Steinn
Match#8. Cherry Addams v. Angel Kusanagi written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #9. Max LeBrun v. Ethan Skinner written by Commisioner Steven Brody
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Commentary Written By Commissioner Steven Brody
REYNOLDS
"I said you raid your mother's makeup cabinet, you pansy fuckin---!!"
Ethan Skinner lunged over the announce table and grabbed Jim Reynolds by his jacket. Yanking the man over on top of it, he fed him a straight fist to the face before shoving him to the floor in front of the table. He winked at Miranda Augustino before going back for Max, stepping on Jim Reynold's back as he did.
HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Dude, he just winked at me."
HANSON
"Jim! Are you alright?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Jimbo! You dead?"
On the floor, Jim Reynolds lied, holding his head and could be heard softly groaning on camera. Back to the match, Ethan Skinner was back to throwing shots at Max, dragging him over and slamming his face into the announce table before stepping over the railing again and sliding back into the ring as the ref had finally began to count, reaching '6' at that point. Max LeBrun remained on the floor, slowly trying to get to his feet as Ethan rolled in and mimicked Max's cross legged pose, propping his chin on his hands for a couple of seconds before switching over into the other pose Max had done, all the way down to wiping his nails off as he 'waited' for Max to get back into the ring. Finally, at about '15' on the count, Max LeBrun was back on his feet and seemed to hear the referee. As fast as he could carry himself, he stepped over the railing and rushed to get back inside the ring. Ethan Skinner was immediately on him again, laying the stomps to him at first before he picked him up to his feet. Ethan Irish whipped Max into the ropes, catching him on the way back into a sidewalk slam. Ethan was back on his feet, running off of the ropes and hitting a senton on Max before rolling over into a cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!
Shaking his head, Ethan started slapping Max across the back of the head as he started getting up to his feet. After a few of these, he Irish whipped Max into the corner, chest first. As he came running, Max dodged with an up and over. Ethan turned around and Max force him back into the corner by running specifically up Ethan's body and performed a backflip to put more distance between the two. With Ethan forced back, Max ran in and hit a running back elbow, followed by a jumping enziguri across Ethan's head, effectively completing the Wall Check!
HANSON
"AND THERE'S THE WALL CHECK FROM MAX LEBRUN!! THAT COULD BE IT!!"
Max 'helped' Ethan out of the corner, throwing him down and throwing himself over the man for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--KICKOUT!
HANSON
"And there's a kickout from Ethan Skinner! Hey, Jim! You okay?!"
The camera cut back to the announce table as Max and Ethan got up and started trading shots, again. Jim Reynolds held a hand to his jaw as he pulled himself to his feet.
AUGUSTINO
"That look like it hurt, bud! Here, you want some water?"
Jim Reynolds grabbed the bottle of water and threw it off to the side, across the floor as he could be heard yelling, "Fuck the water!"
AUGUSTINO
"Whoa! Calm down, Jimbo!"
Jim Reynolds grabbed his headset and brought just the microphone up to his mouth.
REYNOLDS
"No! No!! Don't tell me to calm down! I'm sick of this shit! Fucking sick!"
HANSON
"Jim?"
REYNOLDS
"Shut up, Nick! I didn't sign onto this job to put up with the shit that I have to deal with on a weekly basis!"
HANSON
"What are you talking about?"
REYNOLDS
"I'm talking about this shit!"
Jim Reynolds turns and points to Ethan Skinner in the ring.
REYNOLDS
"I took this job to call matches and provide commentary. Nowhere in my contract does it warn me about being assaulted by the fucking talent! If you can call what motherfuckers like Ethan Skinner do 'talent!' Barbwire, broken glass and all that fucking shit! I didn't come here to get assaulted! To get harassed! Ethan Skinner. Cherry Addams. Judas Lasher. Shit, even Marissa Payne! Fuck you! Fuck every goddamn one of you! And fuck you, too!"
He turns and points to Miranda Augustino. The woman looks more shocked and confused than anything.
AUGUSTINO
"Me?! What did I do?!"
REYNOLDS
"I asked you nicely, the first time, to call my name right. My name is James, but you can call me Jim. Instead, I got you calling me Jimbo like I'm one of those white trash in the Rebel Forces!"
HANSON
"Jim, look just calm down, alright? Sit down and let's finish calling this match, alright?"
REYNOLDS
"You two can call the goddamn match! I quit!"
Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino go quiet and look up at Jim Reynolds with shocked looks on their faces as he turns and gets right up in the camera with his headset mic still up to his mouth.
REYNOLDS
"You hear that, Steve? Savannah? I. Fucking. QUIT!!"
With that said, he throws the headset onto the table and steps over the guardrail. Jim Reynolds storms around the ring and up the ramp towards the stage. He flings the curtain aside and disappears backstage.
HANSON
"I can't believe that just happened...."
AUGUSTINO
"...I actually feel bad, I mean...I was only messing with him."
Back inside the ring, Ethan Skinner and Max LeBrun continue to go back and forth. A battle between Ethan's Judo and technical wrestling style versus Max's technical wrestling and stiff martial arts strikes. Things looked to be getting heated more and more as the match went on.
Eventually, the two men found themselves out on the apron, trading blows while on the brink of exhaustion. Each shot rang through the audience while both men held onto the rope to keep from falling. Finally, after a couple moments of Referee James Greer trying to coax the two back in the ring, Ethan Skinner blocked a shot and caught Max with a headbutt. Max stumbled back and Ethan hit a superkick, causing Max to spin around. With his back to the Maori Warrior, Max was left open and Ethan Skinner swooped in, grabbing him and delivered a devastating looking dragon suplex to Max LeBrun, driving his head and neck right down onto the apron. Both men crumpled to the floor as the crowd went nuts.
HANSON
“MAX LEBRUN!!! DRIVEN ONTO HIS NECK, RIGHT ONTO THE APRON!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Does he have neck problems?!”
HANSON
“Not exactly. He’s got that shoulder problem, and a neck injury just might affect that!”
AUGUSTINO
“That was brutal!! Jim shoulda seen that!”
HANSON
“Damn shame he didn’t!”
Both men writhed on the floor with Ethan Skinner starting to pull himself to his feet as the referee’s count reached ‘11.’ As the referee reached ‘15’, Ethan slid back under the bottom rope and sat up on the mat, watching Max. Or at least in the direction of where he was, behind the apron. Outside the ring, Max laid unmoving, holding onto his neck as he laid face down. Candi Broduer and Chris Wolfe came down the ramp, looking worried. The referee warned them to stay back as he continued his count.
17!
HANSON
“He’s gotta get up, c’mon Max! Not like this!”
18!
AUGUSTINO
“He hasn’t tried to even sit up yet!”
“Baby, c’mon!” Candi called to Max, desperately. Irked that she couldn’t physically get him back in the ring.
19!
“Let’s go, big dog!” Chris clapped his hands towards Max, trying to get him to stir.
20!
~DING DING DING~
Nagual’s “Ka Mate” ripped through the arena as Candi and Chris finally came to Max’s side and started talking to him. To their relief, he started to stir and managed to sit up. Inside the ring, the referee raised Ethan Skinner’s hand in victory. Outside at the announce table, Miranda Augustino sat back in her chair with her arms crossed as the timekeeper brought the microphone over to her, offering it out. She looked at it, scoffed and shook her head.
HANSON
“Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“I’m not announcing this. That wasn’t a fucking win.”
HANSON
“Well, it was a countout.”
AUGUSTINO
“Which means he didn’t beat him! I didn’t see no pin or submission! No contest!”
HANSON
“Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, what are you so shocked for? I’m only a sub. I don’t have to announce shit. I’m doing my main job right here.”
HANSON
“Well folks...that’s our show. Definitely a crazy one. We wish Roger Arden a speedy recovery, we hope you enjoyed the matches and we hope to hear back something about James Reynolds, soon enough. See you next week, folks!”
The credits start to roll as the camera switches back and forth between the ring doctor talking to Max LeBrun and Ethan Skinner looking at the announce table, wondering why his victory isn’t being announced to the audience. Nick Hanson looks up at Ethan Skinner and shrugs his shoulders. Beside him, Miranda Augustino has her headset around her neck and her nose buried in her phone. She smirks at the screen and licks her lips in some sort of sense of anticipation. Ethan Skinner looks annoyed at her as the screen fades out….
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Match Winners
Match #1. Sammi Belmont def. Ice by pinfall
Match #2. Mia Hayashi def. Bronwyn Good by pinfall
Match #3. Eavan Maloney def. Heidi by submission
Match #4. Eddy Poe def. Teddy Morse by countout
Match #5. Adrianna Salvatore def. Brittany Hayes by pinfall
Match #6. Shelley Silver def. Dona Rotten by pinfall
Match #7. Wyld Stallion def. Jag’hatai D’habi by pinfall
Match #8. Cherry Addams def. Angel Kusanagi by pinfall
Match #9. Ethan Skinner def. Max LeBrun by countout
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Match Writers
Match #1. Sammi Belmont v. Ice written by FireAndIce
Match #2. Mia Hayashi v. Bronwyn Good written by Sativa Nevaeh
Match #3. Eavan Maloney v. Heidi written by FireAndIce
Match #4. Eddy Poe v. Teddy Morse written by FireAndIce
Match #5. Adrianna Salvatore v. Brittany Hayes written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #6. Shelley Silver v. Dona Rotten written by Steinn
Match #7. Wld Stallion v. Jag’hatai D’habi written by Steinn
Match#8. Cherry Addams v. Angel Kusanagi written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #9. Max LeBrun v. Ethan Skinner written by Commisioner Steven Brody
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Commentary Written By Commissioner Steven Brody
