Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jul 2, 2019 11:09:08 GMT -8
The camera shifts to the inside of the Pepsi Center in Denver Colorado as the pyro goes off on the stage. The crowd goes wild for the start of the show as “Like A Shot” continues to blast throughout the arena.
HANSON
“Welcome to Collision! Our weekly broadcast show here for New Frontier Wrestling! It’s where forces collide to prove who is the best!”
AUGUSTINO
“And we’ve got some collisions ready for tonight!”
HANSON
“You are absolutely right!”
Next, the camera jumps over to the announce table, Nick Hanson sits in his suit while Miranda Augustino wears a casual pair of women’s slacks, a white blouse and her black leather jacket.
HANSON
“Hello ladies and gentlemen, I’m Nick Hanson, joined by my broadcast partner, Miranda Augustino. We hope you’re excited as we are. Our first show of the new month! That means we’re less than thirty days away from the Burning Hearts tournament. Tag teams who share a bond of the heart, competing for a new divisional championship. And speaking of championships, let’s talk about tonight’s matches, shall we?”
AUGUSTINO
“Wyld Stallion defends his TV Title against Darius Crowley, who challenged him last week immediately after defeating Jag’hatai D’habi. Stallion gave D’habi his first pinfall loss in his career, but it wasn’t his first defeat, per say. But! Crowley hasn’t been beaten yet! So Stallion has a battle ahead of him.”
HANSON
“And then we have our Women’s TV Title match. I know you wanna talk about that one.”
AUGUSTINO
“Awwww yeah! My girl! Eavan Maloney! She’s gonna defend against “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams. These two are friends, Nick. It’s gonna be interesting....”
HANSON
“Maloney’s also been on friendly terms with The Unwanted lately and we know Cherry? Not so much. This will definitely be interesting.”
AUGUSTINO
“Let’s talk about our main event, huh?”
HANSON
“Let’s! We’ve got The Renegades, folks, versus the team of Nico Salvatore and Judas Lasher. Now, last week, we saw Lara Blackheart - no no, we saw Jennifer Prescott - come to the ring to speak out about her recent mental health issues and how her behavior has affected others. Unfortunately, that lead to her becoming the victim of a vicious attack by none other than Tyler Grey. It’s not easy to watch but watch this, folks.”
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
“Absolutely disgusting….”
AUGUSTINO
“I hope Grey and Law get their fucking asses kicked! Fuck being biased! One hundred percent, pulling for Nico and Judas.”
HANSON
“Yes, indeed. Nico Salvatore went to Commissioner Steven Brody and demanded a match to avenge Lara, with whom he’s become quite involved with, lately.”
AUGUSTINO
“A man who fights for his woman.”
HANSON
“It is admirable. So we’re gonna be seeing Nico and Judas taking on The Renegades and--”
AUGUSTINO
“Fuck, that makes me wet.”
HANSON
“Umm...yeah. Let’s just...let’s get this show rolling folks! I’m being told the Dominion of Pain are arriving as we speak. Let’s take a look!”
The camera jumped immediately backstage to the parking lot area. A buzz came from the crowd as the camera caught sight of the entire Dominion of Pain arriving to the arena. Judas Lasher and Ethan Skinner walked together, in the middle of a conversation. Buzzsaw followed suit, wearing his mask but otherwise dressed in track pants and a D.O.P hoodie. Behind him, Darius Crowley pulled his suitcase on wheels behind him, dressed in a crisp black suit with circular lens sunglasses on over his eyes. Bringing up the rear was Ultra-Violence, walking side by side one another in their own street clothes. Neither wear their mask or face paint but use sunglasses to hide their eyes. Belphegor wears a bandana over his mouth. Doomsday uses his hair as a makeshift curtain as well as the hood to his jacket. We see a hint of the man's face as his bearded features are twisted into a perpetual scowl.
"Gentlemen! There you are."
The voice of Commissioner Steven Brody was heard before the man was seen walking into the frame, looking content and pleased with himself. He paused, looking over his shoulder as the rest of the Dominion kept walking. Steven Brody sighed, shaking his head before turning back to Ultra-Violence and presented a folded piece of paper to them which Belphegor took.
"I think you'll be quite pleased with this."
"What's this?"
Doomsday motioned with his chin towards the paper as Belphegor unfolded it and read over it silently. Brody explained.
"A contract for Motor City Mayhem. Matt Klazzic came to be personally just this afternoon and proposed it. A steel cage match between yourselves and Turn-It-Up Express. Classic rules. Tornado tag. All four men in the ring at once."
Belphegor looked up from the paper at Steven Brody then handed the contract over for Doomsday to look at. Doomsday took it and skimmed over it.
"...Steel Cage match?"
Steven Brody nodded, smiling. "Absolutely!"
Doomsday looked at Belphegor and the two men exchanged obscured looks as Doomsday brought the contract up and began ripping it into pieces. Steven Brody's eyes went wide as he watched helplessly, Doomsday tear up the contract.
"They have our contract...."
Doomsday said as he and Belphegor stepped passed Steven Brody as Doomsday let the pieces of torn paper flutter to the floor as the two walked off out of frame, before cutting back.
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[Match #1. Fatal Fourway - Kennedy Campbell v. Aurora Luna v. Lluvia Cane v. Starlight]
The camera returned to ringside showing Nick Hanson sitting with a deer in headlights look on his face.
HANSON
“Well...that went well! Let’s go ahead and take it to Miranda in the ring!”
Inside the ring, Miranda Augustino had moved in with the microphone in hand, smiling beautifully at her hometown crowd.
AUGUSTINO
“WHAT’S UP DENVER?! YOU BITCHES READY FOR SOME WRESTLING?!”
The Denver crowd popped loudly as Miranda Augustino climbed onto the middle turnbuckle and amped them up to get louder, motioning with her hands. Finally, she climbed down to the mat and sauntered seductively to the center of the ring, swinging her hips. Once in the center of the ring, she smiled.
AUGUSTINO
“The following match is scheduled for one fall and is your opening contest!”
"Built To Fall" hits the PA and Aurora comes out with her love Carlton. The pair march to the ring, evil intent on their minds, and Carlton smirking at Aurora lets her get in the ring first. He gets in the ring as Aurora lets an ear piercing scream out over the music. The pair then stare out at the stage, awaiting her opponent with smirks on their faces.
AUGUSTINO
“In the ring, at this time, accompanied by Carlton Walsh, from London, England. Aurora!! Luna!!!!”
The crowd boos Aurora and Carlton as they dismissively pay attention to the ramp.
"Lucifer's Angel" hits and Lluvia comes out to the stage in her gear. She does a little shimmy then seductively sways her hips as she does a slow 360, showing off her body as she does so.
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! Making her way to the ring! From Laredo, Texas, representing the Kingdom! The Cherokee Princess! LLUVIA...CAAAAAAANE!!”
Lluvia then heads down to the ring and slides in under the 3rd rope, doing another little sashay once she stands up. She holds a smirk on her face as she waits for things to get going.
Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go.
Yeah, Be prepared.
Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh.
...For what?
For the death of the Queen.
Why? Is she sick?
No, fool-- we're going to kill her.
Great idea! Who needs a Queen?
No Queen! No Queen! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!
Idiots! There will be a Queen!
Hey, but you said, uh...
Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. She is holding a microphone looking up at the crowd her red eyes glowing with the sirens.
“I will be Queen!”
She cackles as she drops the microphone lifting her arms up the sirens cut out. Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. #Queenslayer appears as blue spotlights appear on the ramp. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side.
AUGUSTINO
“And!! Fighting out of Aokigahra, Japan! STARLIIIIIIGHT!!”
She looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turnbuckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent.
AUGUSTINO
“And!! Fighting out of Aokigahra, Japan! STARLIIIIIIGHT!!”
She looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turnbuckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent.
Ja Rule’s “Put It On Me” was the last entrance song of the match to play as red and white lights swept around the stage. As the lyrics started, Kennedy Campbell came strutting out onto the stage, snapping her fingers and stepping with the music, dancing along. All smiles, Kennedy amps the crowd up, raising her hands and waving them side to side, getting the crowd to join her which doesn’t take long.
AUGUSTINO
“And!! From Canada, representing the Great White North! KENNEDY!! CAMPBELL!!!”
Kennedy continues her way to the ring, slapping hands with the crowd before she makes it to the ring and slides in, hopping up onto her feet and moving to the last empty corner, removing her entrance gear.
~DING DING DING~
As the four women all watched one another closely, they circled the ring, all looking like they were trying to decide who to go for, first. Just when it looked like Aurora Luna was abotu to go for Lluvia Cane, she turned and charged, shrieking at Kennedy Campbell. Aurora ran into the women, backing her into a corner and began unleashing vicious forearms and kicks on the Great White North member. Meanwhile, Starlight ran up on Lluvia Cane and started feeding her some of her own shots. Lluvia Cane, however, quickly started giving them right back and began a stiff exchange with her. Starlight won the trade off by catching Lluvia with an elbow then went for an Irish whip. Lluvia reversed it, whipping Starlight into the ropes and following right in with a clothesline, knocking Starlight out of the ring. Starlight landed on her feet, shaking her head to clear her senses. As she did this, Lluvia Cane stayed on the offense and ran off the ropes, coming back across the ring for a Suicide Dive, slamming into Starlight and sending them both crashing into the barricade!!
HANSON
"AND HERE COMES CANE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"THE CHEROKEE PRINCESS JUST SOARED LIKE AN EAGLE!"
HANSON
"Starlight's had words for members of The Kingdom. Most of all Jasmine Matthews. One thing we know about Lluvia Cane, Miranda--"
AUGUSTINO
"She doesn't take that shit!"
HANSON
"Absolutely not. These two are gonna continue outside. Meanwhile, we've still got Aurora Luna. She's absolutely taking it to Kennedy Campbell inside the ring!"
On the inside, Aurora Luna continued to use her power and brutality to stay on top of Kennedy Campbell in terms of offense. Delivering a few more stiff elbows, Aurora then lifted Kennedy up, bringing her down with a vertical suplex. Rather impressively, she rolled backwards, over Kennedy and switched her hold to around her waist. When she was on her feet again, she hoisted Kennedy up into an incredibly done gutwrench suplex, sending Kennedy crashing to the mat. Aurora was the first one, in the match, to go for the cover and...
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Kennedy Campbell got her shoulder up, refusing to give up and lose. She definitely wasn't going to be the one to eat the pin! Gritting her teeth, Aurora pulled Kennedy up to her feet and set up for another suplex. This time, Kennedy grabbed her leg and rolled backwards, pulling her into a small package and held her tights.
HANSON
"HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
T---!!
Aurora forced herself out of the small package and came up onto her knees, sneering up at Kennedy Campbell. Kennedy went for a superkick with Aurora on her knees. Aurora caught it and shoved her foot aside. Kennedy Campbell spun right around and came back with a stiff enziguri that knocked Luna for a loop and she fell forward onto the mat. Rather than going for another cover, Kennedy Campbell laid on the mat beside her, trying to catch her own breath.
Outside the ring, Lluvia Cane still had an upperhand on Starlight but that all changed when Lluvia went for a big boot type move and Starlight got out of the way. Lluvia's leg got caught up on the barricade and Starlight gave her a flat out, brutal front kick right behind her knee. The Cherokee Princess cried out in pain and went down to the floor, holding her leg. Starlight grabbed her by the same leg and SLAMMED it against the barricade!! Lluvia cried out again, holding her knee. Grinning maliciously, Starlight picked Lluvia up and set her up for a suplex. What she really did, however, was lift Lluvia up and drape her over the barricade, followed by delivering hard forearms across her back. Starlight wasted no time then, climbing back onto the apron and began measuring. After some thought, she looked at the top turnbuckle with a bigger, wicked grin.
AUGUSTINO
"Ohhhhh, Nick what the hell is she thinking?"
HANSON
"I don't know but it can't be good! Lluvia Cane's draped over that barricade and Starlight looks like she wants to do some real damage!"
AUGUSTINO
"What the hell is she doing?!"
As Miranda Augustino exclaimed, Starlight began climbing the turnbuckle, all the way to the top. Spreading out her arms, she let out a cackle to the fans and motioned towards Lluvia on the barricade. "BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!!" She mocked and got ready to dive off. Just when she was about to take flight, however, Kennedy Campbell was back on her feet and ran up the turnbuckle behind Starlight, catching her around the waist. The crowd went insane with excitement as Kennedy hit an avalanche German Suplex, sending both herself and Starlight crashing down to the mat. Starlight landed hard on her shoulders and neck, flipping over onto her stomach. Kennedy bounced off of her back and laid prone, grimacing in pain as the fans roared with approval.
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
AUGUSTINO
"Damn right, holy shit!"
Meanwhile, Aurora Luna started to come to again and saw the result of Kennedy suplexing Starlight. Seeing an opportunity, with the direction of Carlton Walsh at ringside, Aurora crawled over and pushed Starlight onto her back to make the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
As Starlight kicked out, Aurora turned from her and went for Kennedy Campbell, covering her for the pin, instead.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Coming back up onto her knees, Aurora slammed her fists on the mat and screamed in an untamed rage. She turned to Carlton Walsh with fire in her eyes as if asking her coach what to try next. That was when Carlton seemed to remember: this was a fatal fourway match. That meant...no disqualification! Carlton shook his head at Kennedy Campbell and Starlight before going under the ring and pulling out a chair. As he slid it into the ring, the referee came over and started ordering him back. He couldn't flat out DQ anybody but he could still maintain order. Carlton backed off with a smug, cold smirk and raised his hands. Not like the referee could do anything anyway, as Aurora Luna gleefully picked up the steel chair. As Kennedy Campbell began to get up to her feet, Aurora Luna let out a wild shriek and smashed the chair across her back, sending her back down to the mat. She brought the chair down again in another whack across her back again. Aurora then turned just as Starlight was getting to her own feet. The chair was swung in, cracking Starlight right across the head and dropping her like a sack of bricks. The crowd reacted from the sound of steel on skull.
OHHHHHHHHH!!!
Grinning maliciously, Aurora held the chair in front of her, showing the crowd the dent from Starlight's skull. She started to turn back around when, seemingly out of nowhee, came Lluvia Cane back into the ring and delivered a brutal dropkick, right into the chair, knocking it into Aurora's face!!
AUGUSTINO
"AND HERE COMES CANE BACK INTO THE MATCH!!"
HANSON
"A STUNNING DROPKICK FROM LLUVIA CANE TO AURORA LUNA!! MY GOD!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Everyone's down, Nick! She could pin somebody!"
And that's just what Lluvia went to do as she laid down over Starlight, and hooked the leg, going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
But Kennedy Campbell, fighting through the pain of the chair shots from Aurora, came diving over to break the pin up. Lluvia huffed, a little frustrated as she got up to her feet and watched Kennedy get to hers. While their words weren't audible, it was clear that Lluvia was stepping up to Kennedy for breaking up her near pinfall victory. Kennedy jawed back at her. Lluvia pushed her back. Kennedy stepped in and shoved her, violently. Lluvia tightened her mouth in frustration and lunged back in with an elbow. Now Lluvia Cane and Kennedy Campbell were slugging it out to the delight of the fans while Starlight had started to recover and crawled over to Aurora Luna to attempt a pinfall. Just as she covered the woman, Kennedy Campbell stood with her back to the two and had Lluvia Cane set up for something with her head down between her legs. The the awe of the crowd, however, Lluvia grabbed Kennedy by the legs and straightened her body, lifting Kennedy off of the ground as the ref started to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THR---!
Lluvia Cane SLAMMED Kennedy Campbell down on top of Starlight and Aurora Luna in a magnificent Alabama Slam, effectively breaking up the pin.
HANSON
"ALABAMA SLAM BY LLUVIA CANE AND THAT BREAKS THE PIN UP!!"
AUGUSTINO
"WOW!! LOOK AT MAMA GO!!"
Seeing another opportunity, Lluvia held onto Kennedy's legs and flipped herself over into a bridge on top of Kennedy, performing a modified Japanese Legroll Clutch. The referee dropped to the mat again.
ONE!!
TWO!!
But Carlton Walsh reached in, as Lluvia's feet were close enough to the ropes and yanked her out of the ring to prevent the three count.
HANSON
"Oh come on now! I know it's no DQ but what the hell?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Ref can't exactly ban him from ringside eith---WHOA!!!"
For his troubles, as Carlton Walsh smirked coldly to the crowd, he took his eyes off of Lluvia Cane just for a second and -- as he turned back to taunt her to do something -- she nailed the man with a stiff big boot, knocking him to the floor! This was seen by Aurora Luna who flew into a rage and slid out of the ring adjacent to the side Lluvia was on. Running him behind her, Aurora clobbered her with a forearm before spinning her around and beginning to lay shots into her. Seconds later, Starlight slid out of the ring and joined the fray, assuring Aurora Luna that all she wanted was the Kingdom member as well. The two began to work together against the Cherokee Princess but Lluvia still tried to fight back. Just when it looked like things were fully going Aurora and Starlight's way, Kennedy Campbell was back on her feet. The Great White North member charged across the ring, off the ropes and hit a breathtaking corkscrew plancha, landing on all three of her opponents, taking everyone down to the floor.
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
As the match continued, Kennedy Campbell and Starlight broke off into a ringside brawl while Aurora Luna and Lluvia Cane faced off in the ring. Luna and Cane exchanged forearms and knees to one another, fighting to see who would give into the punishment first. After Aurora Luna delivered a last forearm, Lluvia Cane stumbled back and came back with a big boot. Aurora reeled and Lluvia ran off of the ropes, coming in for a clothesline. Aurora countered as Lluvia ran in and hit the Cherokee Princess with a Spinning Heel Kick. Lluvia's head snapped back and she staggered on her feet. Aurora spun Lluvia around and grabbed her in a waistlock, snapping Lluvia back into a German Suplex. Lluvia rolled through, however, and landed on her feet. As soon as Aurora rose up onto a knee and turned, the Cherokee Princess caught her with the Angelic Rebellion right to the side of the head. Aurora fell to the mat and Lluvia wasted no time going for the cover while both Starlight and Kennedy Campbell saw this from the outside and started scrambling into the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
"Lucifer's Angel" filled the arena again as Lluvia Cane came up onto her knees, catching her breath. She rolled out of the ring, backing up the ramp with her arms to the side, smirking at the other two women in the match that failed to stop the pin. The referee came around to raise her arm up.
AUGUSTINO
"Here is your winner!!! LLUVIA...CAAAAAAAANE!!!"
HANSON
"Well there's one out of four, so far, for the Kingdom tonight!"
Winner: Lluvia Cane
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:36
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The camera jumps backstage where we see Lauren Kenzler, standing at the interview curtain by the Gorilla position. Standing with her are two out of three of the Skillz Vendorz - Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont. Sammi’s dressed casually in a black tube top with a windbreaker jacket on, a Kirby beanie and baggy black goth pants over a pair of Chuck Taylor sneakers. Kat Cage is in her Skillz Vendorz gear - blue themed tonight. Her lensless nerd glasses and a vintage Legend of Zelda baby tee on.
“What’s up, fans? Lauren Kenzler here. I’m standing with the Skillz Vendorz. Sammi Belmont and Kat Cage.”
Sammi grins big and wide, waving to the camera before making a funny face, puffing out her cheeks with wide bug eyes. Kat seems more serious and focused, cracking her knuckles as she looks from the camera to Lauren.
“Kat.” Lauren says. “This is your first singles match in NFW. How are you feeling?”
Kat shrugs her shoulders, checking her fingerless gloves. “I dunno, I mean...people say it’s different wrestling singles than it is as a tag team. It isn’t. Not to me, at least. Instead of having Sammi in my corner and that little puta loca having her girl in hers for us to tag out to, it’s just me and her. Sammi’s gonna be there and I guess Ice’ll be there to support Fire. I still see no difference.”
“Right, right.” Lauren nodded, amused by the answer. “Cool….”
“Look, it’s an endurance thing, is all.” Kat said, reaching out as she spoke to stop Lauren from asking another question. “In tag team wrestling, it’s all about working with a partner, having chemistry and being able to trust that they have things handled when you need to step back. Singles matches? You don’t have that. You have to be able to go the distance all on your own. Something I know I can do and we’re gonna find out if ‘Fire’ can too. Sammi beat Ice last week even with Fire trying to interfere. Somehow? I don’t think Ice is gonna butt in for you, chica. She doesn’t seem like that kinda person. So you gotta worry about me all on your own, and after last week? Mira we, you got a lot to worry about.”
“Oi oi oi.” Sammi interjected calmly, bringing up a hand with a frustrated look on her face. “Fire, mate...what gives, yeah? Me an’ Ice; we were havin’ ourselves a good match an’ you’re sittin’ there tryin’ to ruin it by bein’ a sneaky cheat! Now was it sneaky of me to roll Ice up like I did? Sure, but it still ain’t on the level that you did. It’s kinda hypocritical, mate. You won that number one contender match for the tag titles all by yourself. We respect you for that, yeah? So why couldn’t you keep your bloody nose out of mine and Ice’s match, what was supposed to be a friendly exhibition?”
“Sam just….” Kat puts a hand on her partner’s shoulder and shakes her head. “Don’t waste your breath. She showed her true colors that’s all. And after last week? She’ll be lucky if I don’t turn that figure of speech of a bloody nose into a literal one for her. Let’s go….”
Sammi shrugs her shoulders and follows a scowling Kat off camera, headed for the Gorilla position as Lauren Kenzler watches them go with a tense look on her face.
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[Match #2. Singles - Katrina Cage w/Sammi Belmont v. Fire w/Ice]
Returning to the show, Miranda stands in the ring with the microphone. Happy to be home, still, she throws up the horns to the audience before returning to her professional posture.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
ONE FALL!
KMFDM’s “Juke Joint Jezebel (Metropolis Remix)” kicks on through the speakers, bringing the lights down and darkening the arena. As the intro continues, a pulse meter begins to blip on the video wall in sync with the electronic beat of the song. Finally, at the 0:15 point, the lighting of the arena takes on a deep blue hue with other colors flashing around the stage and ramp. Katrina Cage comes running out onto the stage, stopping to take in the view of the fans with one hand above her eyes as she leans forward. Finally, she starts to approach the ring. Trailing behind her, giving her space to do her thing, is Sammi Belmont.
AUGUSTINO
"Introducing first! Making her way to the ring! From San Antonio, Texas! She is the 8-bit Princess; KATRINA...CAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!"
Katrina climbs up onto the apron, performing a split as she slides into the ring and performs a handstand flip, landing on her feet and pops up in the center of the ring. She runs to one corner, climbing up to acknowledge the crowd before hopping down to the mat, removing her glasses and t-shirt as she waits in her corner.
“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play as red light fills the arena. Once the drum beat kicks in, out walks Fire with a red jacket and a hood covering her head. As the song picks up, she removes the hood and Ice joins her at her side. Fire makes her way down to the ring, headbanging to the song, slapping the hands of the fans along barricade.
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by her tag team partner, Ice! From Asheville, North Carolina! Representing the Kingdom! FIIIIIIIIRE!!!!”
Once she hits the ring, she hops up onto the apron, ripping off her jacket as tosses it down to Ice. She climbs into the ring and runs around, getting caught up in the beat of the song, much to the delight of the fans. Once she makes a lap, she rests in her corner, waiting for the match to begin.
~DING DING DING~
Fire and Kat are in the ring as the bell sounds. Fire starts mouthing off to Kat, talking a little bit of trash on the woman. Fire gets up close and personal with Kat, still talking away before Kat just looks at her and simply pie faces the red head and shoves her away. Fire looks at Kat, the anger in her eyes clear as she comes charging in and Kat sidesteps her. Fire hits the ropes and as she comes off, Kat drops her to the mat with an armdrag. Fire jumps back up and Kat once again delivers an armdrag. Fire again pops up and as she does, Kat hits her with a missile dropkick. Fire immediately rolls out of the ring, dismissing Kat as she walks around the ring, catching a break. Kat comes over and grabs the ropes, slingshotting over, but Fire ducks, and Kat lands on the apron, faking her out. Fire looks up and tries to sweep the legs, but Kat jumps over the attempt. Fire looks up and as she does, Kat jumps off the ring apron, taking Fire down with a moonsault. The crowd chants for Kat who picks Fire up and rolls her back into the ring.
HANSON
“WHO-HOA!!”
AUGUSTINO
“AYE MAMACITA! ¡MIRA A SU IR!”
HANSON
“Wait, what?”
AUGUSTINO
“Ah. Nothing, Nick. I’m just hyped watching the action.”
HANSON
“Ah...kay.”
Kat gets back into the ring and picks Fire up off the mat. Kat sends Fire into the corner. Once Fire hits the turnbuckles, Kat comes charging in and delivers a corner dropkick that causes Fire to drop down in the corner. Kat hops back up to her feet and backs up, getting a running start and delivering a bronco buster. Kat pulls Fire out of the corner and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Kat climbs to the top rope and immediately launches herself, looking for a moonsault, but Fire moves out of the way, causing Kat to crash and burn onto the mat. Fire gets up and grabs Kat by the hair and picks the woman up. Fire sends Kat into the ropes and as Kat comes off the ropes, Fire delivers a standing dropkick that drops her opponent. Fire now climbs to the top rope and as Cherry sits up, Fire launches herself and delivering a top rope meteora. Fire then gets up and hits the ropes and delivers a senton splash before going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Fire then climbs to the top rope herself and looks to deliver a frog splash, but Cherry gets her knees up, driving them into the midsection of Fire who rolls around in pain, grabbing at her ribs as Kat picks her up and delivers a double underhook DDT. Kat then picks the woman up once again and looks to hit Rage Quit, but Fire counters out and grabs Kat by the tights and rolls her up. As the ref drops down into position, Fire puts her feet on the middle rope and the ref begins his count.
HANSON
“Hey wait a minute!”
ONE!
AUGUSTINO
“Ref! Pay attention!”
TWO!
HANSON
“Fire’s got her feet on the ropes!”
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“Are you kidding me?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well shit! What’s done is done, I guess.”
Miranda takes the microphone and stands from her seat.
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!! FIRE!!!!”
Fire rolls out of the ring as Sammi yells for the ref to tell him that Fire’s feet were on the ropes as a visibly upset and mad Kat stares up the ramp at Fire who is celebrating with her partner, holding their Women’s Tag Team Titles high up in the air to mock the team.
Winner: Fire
Result: Pinfall
Time: 12:39
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AUGUSTINO
“And!! From Canada, representing the Great White North! KENNEDY!! CAMPBELL!!!”
Kennedy continues her way to the ring, slapping hands with the crowd before she makes it to the ring and slides in, hopping up onto her feet and moving to the last empty corner, removing her entrance gear.
~DING DING DING~
As the four women all watched one another closely, they circled the ring, all looking like they were trying to decide who to go for, first. Just when it looked like Aurora Luna was abotu to go for Lluvia Cane, she turned and charged, shrieking at Kennedy Campbell. Aurora ran into the women, backing her into a corner and began unleashing vicious forearms and kicks on the Great White North member. Meanwhile, Starlight ran up on Lluvia Cane and started feeding her some of her own shots. Lluvia Cane, however, quickly started giving them right back and began a stiff exchange with her. Starlight won the trade off by catching Lluvia with an elbow then went for an Irish whip. Lluvia reversed it, whipping Starlight into the ropes and following right in with a clothesline, knocking Starlight out of the ring. Starlight landed on her feet, shaking her head to clear her senses. As she did this, Lluvia Cane stayed on the offense and ran off the ropes, coming back across the ring for a Suicide Dive, slamming into Starlight and sending them both crashing into the barricade!!
HANSON
"AND HERE COMES CANE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"THE CHEROKEE PRINCESS JUST SOARED LIKE AN EAGLE!"
HANSON
"Starlight's had words for members of The Kingdom. Most of all Jasmine Matthews. One thing we know about Lluvia Cane, Miranda--"
AUGUSTINO
"She doesn't take that shit!"
HANSON
"Absolutely not. These two are gonna continue outside. Meanwhile, we've still got Aurora Luna. She's absolutely taking it to Kennedy Campbell inside the ring!"
On the inside, Aurora Luna continued to use her power and brutality to stay on top of Kennedy Campbell in terms of offense. Delivering a few more stiff elbows, Aurora then lifted Kennedy up, bringing her down with a vertical suplex. Rather impressively, she rolled backwards, over Kennedy and switched her hold to around her waist. When she was on her feet again, she hoisted Kennedy up into an incredibly done gutwrench suplex, sending Kennedy crashing to the mat. Aurora was the first one, in the match, to go for the cover and...
ONE!!
TWO!!
KICKOUT!!
Kennedy Campbell got her shoulder up, refusing to give up and lose. She definitely wasn't going to be the one to eat the pin! Gritting her teeth, Aurora pulled Kennedy up to her feet and set up for another suplex. This time, Kennedy grabbed her leg and rolled backwards, pulling her into a small package and held her tights.
HANSON
"HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
T---!!
Aurora forced herself out of the small package and came up onto her knees, sneering up at Kennedy Campbell. Kennedy went for a superkick with Aurora on her knees. Aurora caught it and shoved her foot aside. Kennedy Campbell spun right around and came back with a stiff enziguri that knocked Luna for a loop and she fell forward onto the mat. Rather than going for another cover, Kennedy Campbell laid on the mat beside her, trying to catch her own breath.
Outside the ring, Lluvia Cane still had an upperhand on Starlight but that all changed when Lluvia went for a big boot type move and Starlight got out of the way. Lluvia's leg got caught up on the barricade and Starlight gave her a flat out, brutal front kick right behind her knee. The Cherokee Princess cried out in pain and went down to the floor, holding her leg. Starlight grabbed her by the same leg and SLAMMED it against the barricade!! Lluvia cried out again, holding her knee. Grinning maliciously, Starlight picked Lluvia up and set her up for a suplex. What she really did, however, was lift Lluvia up and drape her over the barricade, followed by delivering hard forearms across her back. Starlight wasted no time then, climbing back onto the apron and began measuring. After some thought, she looked at the top turnbuckle with a bigger, wicked grin.
AUGUSTINO
"Ohhhhh, Nick what the hell is she thinking?"
HANSON
"I don't know but it can't be good! Lluvia Cane's draped over that barricade and Starlight looks like she wants to do some real damage!"
AUGUSTINO
"What the hell is she doing?!"
As Miranda Augustino exclaimed, Starlight began climbing the turnbuckle, all the way to the top. Spreading out her arms, she let out a cackle to the fans and motioned towards Lluvia on the barricade. "BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!!" She mocked and got ready to dive off. Just when she was about to take flight, however, Kennedy Campbell was back on her feet and ran up the turnbuckle behind Starlight, catching her around the waist. The crowd went insane with excitement as Kennedy hit an avalanche German Suplex, sending both herself and Starlight crashing down to the mat. Starlight landed hard on her shoulders and neck, flipping over onto her stomach. Kennedy bounced off of her back and laid prone, grimacing in pain as the fans roared with approval.
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
AUGUSTINO
"Damn right, holy shit!"
Meanwhile, Aurora Luna started to come to again and saw the result of Kennedy suplexing Starlight. Seeing an opportunity, with the direction of Carlton Walsh at ringside, Aurora crawled over and pushed Starlight onto her back to make the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
As Starlight kicked out, Aurora turned from her and went for Kennedy Campbell, covering her for the pin, instead.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Coming back up onto her knees, Aurora slammed her fists on the mat and screamed in an untamed rage. She turned to Carlton Walsh with fire in her eyes as if asking her coach what to try next. That was when Carlton seemed to remember: this was a fatal fourway match. That meant...no disqualification! Carlton shook his head at Kennedy Campbell and Starlight before going under the ring and pulling out a chair. As he slid it into the ring, the referee came over and started ordering him back. He couldn't flat out DQ anybody but he could still maintain order. Carlton backed off with a smug, cold smirk and raised his hands. Not like the referee could do anything anyway, as Aurora Luna gleefully picked up the steel chair. As Kennedy Campbell began to get up to her feet, Aurora Luna let out a wild shriek and smashed the chair across her back, sending her back down to the mat. She brought the chair down again in another whack across her back again. Aurora then turned just as Starlight was getting to her own feet. The chair was swung in, cracking Starlight right across the head and dropping her like a sack of bricks. The crowd reacted from the sound of steel on skull.
OHHHHHHHHH!!!
Grinning maliciously, Aurora held the chair in front of her, showing the crowd the dent from Starlight's skull. She started to turn back around when, seemingly out of nowhee, came Lluvia Cane back into the ring and delivered a brutal dropkick, right into the chair, knocking it into Aurora's face!!
AUGUSTINO
"AND HERE COMES CANE BACK INTO THE MATCH!!"
HANSON
"A STUNNING DROPKICK FROM LLUVIA CANE TO AURORA LUNA!! MY GOD!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Everyone's down, Nick! She could pin somebody!"
And that's just what Lluvia went to do as she laid down over Starlight, and hooked the leg, going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
But Kennedy Campbell, fighting through the pain of the chair shots from Aurora, came diving over to break the pin up. Lluvia huffed, a little frustrated as she got up to her feet and watched Kennedy get to hers. While their words weren't audible, it was clear that Lluvia was stepping up to Kennedy for breaking up her near pinfall victory. Kennedy jawed back at her. Lluvia pushed her back. Kennedy stepped in and shoved her, violently. Lluvia tightened her mouth in frustration and lunged back in with an elbow. Now Lluvia Cane and Kennedy Campbell were slugging it out to the delight of the fans while Starlight had started to recover and crawled over to Aurora Luna to attempt a pinfall. Just as she covered the woman, Kennedy Campbell stood with her back to the two and had Lluvia Cane set up for something with her head down between her legs. The the awe of the crowd, however, Lluvia grabbed Kennedy by the legs and straightened her body, lifting Kennedy off of the ground as the ref started to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THR---!
Lluvia Cane SLAMMED Kennedy Campbell down on top of Starlight and Aurora Luna in a magnificent Alabama Slam, effectively breaking up the pin.
HANSON
"ALABAMA SLAM BY LLUVIA CANE AND THAT BREAKS THE PIN UP!!"
AUGUSTINO
"WOW!! LOOK AT MAMA GO!!"
Seeing another opportunity, Lluvia held onto Kennedy's legs and flipped herself over into a bridge on top of Kennedy, performing a modified Japanese Legroll Clutch. The referee dropped to the mat again.
ONE!!
TWO!!
But Carlton Walsh reached in, as Lluvia's feet were close enough to the ropes and yanked her out of the ring to prevent the three count.
HANSON
"Oh come on now! I know it's no DQ but what the hell?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Ref can't exactly ban him from ringside eith---WHOA!!!"
For his troubles, as Carlton Walsh smirked coldly to the crowd, he took his eyes off of Lluvia Cane just for a second and -- as he turned back to taunt her to do something -- she nailed the man with a stiff big boot, knocking him to the floor! This was seen by Aurora Luna who flew into a rage and slid out of the ring adjacent to the side Lluvia was on. Running him behind her, Aurora clobbered her with a forearm before spinning her around and beginning to lay shots into her. Seconds later, Starlight slid out of the ring and joined the fray, assuring Aurora Luna that all she wanted was the Kingdom member as well. The two began to work together against the Cherokee Princess but Lluvia still tried to fight back. Just when it looked like things were fully going Aurora and Starlight's way, Kennedy Campbell was back on her feet. The Great White North member charged across the ring, off the ropes and hit a breathtaking corkscrew plancha, landing on all three of her opponents, taking everyone down to the floor.
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
As the match continued, Kennedy Campbell and Starlight broke off into a ringside brawl while Aurora Luna and Lluvia Cane faced off in the ring. Luna and Cane exchanged forearms and knees to one another, fighting to see who would give into the punishment first. After Aurora Luna delivered a last forearm, Lluvia Cane stumbled back and came back with a big boot. Aurora reeled and Lluvia ran off of the ropes, coming in for a clothesline. Aurora countered as Lluvia ran in and hit the Cherokee Princess with a Spinning Heel Kick. Lluvia's head snapped back and she staggered on her feet. Aurora spun Lluvia around and grabbed her in a waistlock, snapping Lluvia back into a German Suplex. Lluvia rolled through, however, and landed on her feet. As soon as Aurora rose up onto a knee and turned, the Cherokee Princess caught her with the Angelic Rebellion right to the side of the head. Aurora fell to the mat and Lluvia wasted no time going for the cover while both Starlight and Kennedy Campbell saw this from the outside and started scrambling into the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
"Lucifer's Angel" filled the arena again as Lluvia Cane came up onto her knees, catching her breath. She rolled out of the ring, backing up the ramp with her arms to the side, smirking at the other two women in the match that failed to stop the pin. The referee came around to raise her arm up.
AUGUSTINO
"Here is your winner!!! LLUVIA...CAAAAAAAANE!!!"
HANSON
"Well there's one out of four, so far, for the Kingdom tonight!"
Winner: Lluvia Cane
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:36
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The camera jumps backstage where we see Lauren Kenzler, standing at the interview curtain by the Gorilla position. Standing with her are two out of three of the Skillz Vendorz - Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont. Sammi’s dressed casually in a black tube top with a windbreaker jacket on, a Kirby beanie and baggy black goth pants over a pair of Chuck Taylor sneakers. Kat Cage is in her Skillz Vendorz gear - blue themed tonight. Her lensless nerd glasses and a vintage Legend of Zelda baby tee on.
“What’s up, fans? Lauren Kenzler here. I’m standing with the Skillz Vendorz. Sammi Belmont and Kat Cage.”
Sammi grins big and wide, waving to the camera before making a funny face, puffing out her cheeks with wide bug eyes. Kat seems more serious and focused, cracking her knuckles as she looks from the camera to Lauren.
“Kat.” Lauren says. “This is your first singles match in NFW. How are you feeling?”
Kat shrugs her shoulders, checking her fingerless gloves. “I dunno, I mean...people say it’s different wrestling singles than it is as a tag team. It isn’t. Not to me, at least. Instead of having Sammi in my corner and that little puta loca having her girl in hers for us to tag out to, it’s just me and her. Sammi’s gonna be there and I guess Ice’ll be there to support Fire. I still see no difference.”
“Right, right.” Lauren nodded, amused by the answer. “Cool….”
“Look, it’s an endurance thing, is all.” Kat said, reaching out as she spoke to stop Lauren from asking another question. “In tag team wrestling, it’s all about working with a partner, having chemistry and being able to trust that they have things handled when you need to step back. Singles matches? You don’t have that. You have to be able to go the distance all on your own. Something I know I can do and we’re gonna find out if ‘Fire’ can too. Sammi beat Ice last week even with Fire trying to interfere. Somehow? I don’t think Ice is gonna butt in for you, chica. She doesn’t seem like that kinda person. So you gotta worry about me all on your own, and after last week? Mira we, you got a lot to worry about.”
“Oi oi oi.” Sammi interjected calmly, bringing up a hand with a frustrated look on her face. “Fire, mate...what gives, yeah? Me an’ Ice; we were havin’ ourselves a good match an’ you’re sittin’ there tryin’ to ruin it by bein’ a sneaky cheat! Now was it sneaky of me to roll Ice up like I did? Sure, but it still ain’t on the level that you did. It’s kinda hypocritical, mate. You won that number one contender match for the tag titles all by yourself. We respect you for that, yeah? So why couldn’t you keep your bloody nose out of mine and Ice’s match, what was supposed to be a friendly exhibition?”
“Sam just….” Kat puts a hand on her partner’s shoulder and shakes her head. “Don’t waste your breath. She showed her true colors that’s all. And after last week? She’ll be lucky if I don’t turn that figure of speech of a bloody nose into a literal one for her. Let’s go….”
Sammi shrugs her shoulders and follows a scowling Kat off camera, headed for the Gorilla position as Lauren Kenzler watches them go with a tense look on her face.
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[Match #2. Singles - Katrina Cage w/Sammi Belmont v. Fire w/Ice]
Returning to the show, Miranda stands in the ring with the microphone. Happy to be home, still, she throws up the horns to the audience before returning to her professional posture.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
ONE FALL!
KMFDM’s “Juke Joint Jezebel (Metropolis Remix)” kicks on through the speakers, bringing the lights down and darkening the arena. As the intro continues, a pulse meter begins to blip on the video wall in sync with the electronic beat of the song. Finally, at the 0:15 point, the lighting of the arena takes on a deep blue hue with other colors flashing around the stage and ramp. Katrina Cage comes running out onto the stage, stopping to take in the view of the fans with one hand above her eyes as she leans forward. Finally, she starts to approach the ring. Trailing behind her, giving her space to do her thing, is Sammi Belmont.
AUGUSTINO
"Introducing first! Making her way to the ring! From San Antonio, Texas! She is the 8-bit Princess; KATRINA...CAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!"
Katrina climbs up onto the apron, performing a split as she slides into the ring and performs a handstand flip, landing on her feet and pops up in the center of the ring. She runs to one corner, climbing up to acknowledge the crowd before hopping down to the mat, removing her glasses and t-shirt as she waits in her corner.
“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play as red light fills the arena. Once the drum beat kicks in, out walks Fire with a red jacket and a hood covering her head. As the song picks up, she removes the hood and Ice joins her at her side. Fire makes her way down to the ring, headbanging to the song, slapping the hands of the fans along barricade.
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by her tag team partner, Ice! From Asheville, North Carolina! Representing the Kingdom! FIIIIIIIIRE!!!!”
Once she hits the ring, she hops up onto the apron, ripping off her jacket as tosses it down to Ice. She climbs into the ring and runs around, getting caught up in the beat of the song, much to the delight of the fans. Once she makes a lap, she rests in her corner, waiting for the match to begin.
~DING DING DING~
Fire and Kat are in the ring as the bell sounds. Fire starts mouthing off to Kat, talking a little bit of trash on the woman. Fire gets up close and personal with Kat, still talking away before Kat just looks at her and simply pie faces the red head and shoves her away. Fire looks at Kat, the anger in her eyes clear as she comes charging in and Kat sidesteps her. Fire hits the ropes and as she comes off, Kat drops her to the mat with an armdrag. Fire jumps back up and Kat once again delivers an armdrag. Fire again pops up and as she does, Kat hits her with a missile dropkick. Fire immediately rolls out of the ring, dismissing Kat as she walks around the ring, catching a break. Kat comes over and grabs the ropes, slingshotting over, but Fire ducks, and Kat lands on the apron, faking her out. Fire looks up and tries to sweep the legs, but Kat jumps over the attempt. Fire looks up and as she does, Kat jumps off the ring apron, taking Fire down with a moonsault. The crowd chants for Kat who picks Fire up and rolls her back into the ring.
HANSON
“WHO-HOA!!”
AUGUSTINO
“AYE MAMACITA! ¡MIRA A SU IR!”
HANSON
“Wait, what?”
AUGUSTINO
“Ah. Nothing, Nick. I’m just hyped watching the action.”
HANSON
“Ah...kay.”
Kat gets back into the ring and picks Fire up off the mat. Kat sends Fire into the corner. Once Fire hits the turnbuckles, Kat comes charging in and delivers a corner dropkick that causes Fire to drop down in the corner. Kat hops back up to her feet and backs up, getting a running start and delivering a bronco buster. Kat pulls Fire out of the corner and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Kat climbs to the top rope and immediately launches herself, looking for a moonsault, but Fire moves out of the way, causing Kat to crash and burn onto the mat. Fire gets up and grabs Kat by the hair and picks the woman up. Fire sends Kat into the ropes and as Kat comes off the ropes, Fire delivers a standing dropkick that drops her opponent. Fire now climbs to the top rope and as Cherry sits up, Fire launches herself and delivering a top rope meteora. Fire then gets up and hits the ropes and delivers a senton splash before going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Fire then climbs to the top rope herself and looks to deliver a frog splash, but Cherry gets her knees up, driving them into the midsection of Fire who rolls around in pain, grabbing at her ribs as Kat picks her up and delivers a double underhook DDT. Kat then picks the woman up once again and looks to hit Rage Quit, but Fire counters out and grabs Kat by the tights and rolls her up. As the ref drops down into position, Fire puts her feet on the middle rope and the ref begins his count.
HANSON
“Hey wait a minute!”
ONE!
AUGUSTINO
“Ref! Pay attention!”
TWO!
HANSON
“Fire’s got her feet on the ropes!”
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“Are you kidding me?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well shit! What’s done is done, I guess.”
Miranda takes the microphone and stands from her seat.
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!! FIRE!!!!”
Fire rolls out of the ring as Sammi yells for the ref to tell him that Fire’s feet were on the ropes as a visibly upset and mad Kat stares up the ramp at Fire who is celebrating with her partner, holding their Women’s Tag Team Titles high up in the air to mock the team.
Winner: Fire
Result: Pinfall
Time: 12:39
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The scene opens to show NFW Women’s Champion Sativa Nevaeh sitting in the Kingdom locker room. She is wearing a Behold the Kingdom shirt, black pants, and boots with the title resting over her shoulder. The wounds from her weekend of Deathmatches still uncomfortably visible. The staple marks on her forehead standing out in contrast to her pale skin.
"So, it seems that I finally have a challenger for MY NFW Women’s Title. A former champion has decided to step up and try to say she has some claim on it. A title she lost almost three months ago. A title she didn’t care about until I won it." Sativa shakes her head and scoffs. "You know, that could say a WHOLE LOT, but I’m not gonna be the one to delve into it. She wants to be the one to be the face of MY division again. Someone who wants to try and carry a roster fat with worthless, so-called, talent."
Sativa looks into the camera and raises a brow. "Why on Earth would you think you could do that? You lost the title and then what? Tried, and failed, twice to capture the Women’s Tag Team titles. When was the last time you were in a singles match? When was the last time you were on NFW TV? The event before Invasion? And before that, what, Gang Warfare?" She scoffs. "A champion should be seen. Someone who WANTS to be champion should be seen. I think I haven’t been on what, one or two events? Even when I’m not in a match, like tonight, I’m still here. Still making my presence felt. You on the other hand? You only have popped up to step up to me because you feel you deserve a title match."
"Why? Because you used to be champion? Lara took the title from you. Why didn’t you face her for the title? Were you scared to face her and lose? Do you think I’m going to be a pushover? Or, despite all the steps I took to make sure you REALLY wanted to do this, are your motives ulterior?" A sinister look creeps across Sativa’s face. "You see, I won’t come right out and say it, because I have far more respect for people than you do, but I have a pretty solid idea why you decided to step up once I won the title. If my assumptions prove correct, well, let’s just say the repercussions for you would be considered War Crimes. Just remember Alex, YOU wanted this."
"I made sure you wanted it. I made you ask over and over again for it. I wanted you to think about what you challenging me would do. What ripples and waves it would cause. Despite you claiming to, I know you haven’t thought about them at all. Or maybe you have and that’s exactly why you are doing this. Honestly, I hope it’s the former. I hope you are just being selfish and not thinking." She adjusts the title on her shoulder with a slight wince. "But either way, we are here, you have challenged me and I have accepted. But I am not going to be the pushover you think I am. Look at what I did this last weekend. Three deathmatches in one fucking day. I was stapled, put through light tubes, dropped onto thumbtacks, stabbed with bamboo skewers. I bled, I caused others to bleed. I took everything my opponents threw at me and yet here I am. Would you have done that? Would you take the beating I did and three days later show up at an event?"
Sativa let the question hang in the air for a moment. "Of course you fucking wouldn’t! You can’t be fucked to show up unless you have a fucking match. You would probably stay home and cry with a fucking hangnail. You don’t have what it takes to beat me. You can’t dish out the punishment needed to take MY title from me. So come and take your shot. Come try and fail. Only this time you won’t have someone else to blame for your loss. When you fail it will be all you. It will be no one else’s fault but your own."
"Remeber, Alex, I gave you multiple chances to change your mind. I gave you options to step back and save face. Anything that happens from here on out, is all on you. Remember that, Alex." Sativa grins wickedly.
"Your doom is of your own making."
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[Match #3. Singles Match - “The Slasher” Eddy Poe v. “Shotgun” Colt Shields]
Miranda Augustino stands in the center of the ring with the microphone in her hand, bringing it up to her mouth.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
~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.
AUGUSTINO
"Introducing first!! From Battle Creek, Michigan!! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds!!! 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 stage.
As Eddy Poe stands in the center of the ring, waiting, the opening guitar riff to Guns N Roses' "Welcome To The Jungle" played through the arena. The lights took on a yellowish hue as the word 'SHOTGUN' appeared up on the video wall. As Axel Rose's voice came through the speakers, Miranda Augustino raised the mic up again.
AUGUSTINO
"And introducing, his opponent! From Brisbane, Australia! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds!! "Shotgun" COLT...SHIELDS!!!"
The music continued on for a moment as fans and Eddy Poe watched the stage but the curtain never opened.
HANSON
"Umm...well folks, we're expecting to see Colt Shields take on Eddy Poe here in a moment but...oh wait, hang on, folks. I'm getting word from the back that...wait, he what?!"
Nick Hanson looks up from the table to the camera with a confused look on his face and he motions for the camera to jump to the back. When it does, we see the camera feed moving to catch up to a rental car where Colt Shields is shoving his bag into the trunk. He's not even in his wrestling gear. He's wearing jeans, snakeskin boots and one of his own merch line t-shirts with a woodland camo hat.
"Colt!" A backstage attendant calls out. "Colt, where ya going?! What about your match?"
"Nah, mate!" Colt shakes his head and motions to the direction of the ring as he closes the trunk of his rental car. He speaks in his heavy Australian accent. "I'm not goin' out theah, and gettin' my shit wrecked by a bloody psychopath like Eddy fuckin Poe! He can go get fucked, mate. All there is to it. Hell no!" Colt moves up to the driver's side door and gets in, cranking the car up. "And you can tell Mr. Brody I'm quittin' this bloody freakshow! G'day!" He throws a middle finger out of the window and peels out of the arena as fast as he can go without crashing his car.
HANSON
"...Wow...Cold Shields just...did he just quit?"
Nick Hanson says, looking up at the video wall. Inside the ring, Miranda Augustino looks at him and shrugs her shoulders. Nick Hanson shrugs back. Eddy Poe looks at Miranda, raising his hands up in his own half shrug. What about his match? After a moment, the music for Colt stops and Miranda slowly raises the microphone up.
AUGUSTINO
"Ladies and gentlemen...it would appear as though Colt Shields is left the building and is refusing to compete. Therefore, per NFW rules, he has forfeit this match up. Therefore...your winner of this match..."The Slasher", Eddy! Poe!"
"Suffocate" by Motogrator plays over the speakers as Eddy Poe realizes exactly what just happened. He lowers his head, shaking it as his shoulders start to shake. Finally, he lifts his head and we can see that he's laughing - no - cackling hysterically! Holding a hand to his ribs, Eddy Poe rolls out of the ring, still laughing as he grabs his chainsaw as he steps up to the camera.
"Easiest fucking win I've ever scored. Nobody has he GUTS to face me! You spineless. Fucking. COWARDS!"
Eddy smiles behind his still perfect face paint and laughs in the camera. He raises up the blade of his chainsaw into the frame and looks at it, laughing again.
"Who wants to play with The Slasher, huh?"
He lowers the chainsaw by his side and walks passed the camera, moving around the ring and up the ramp towards the backstage area.
HANSON
"So, Colt forfeited huh?"
AUGUSTINO
(sitting back at the table)
"Seems like it! I can't blame him. I wouldn't wanna fight Poe, either!"
HANSON
"Uhh...well folks, let's go and have us a quick commercial break and we'll be right back with more action!"
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Forfeit
Time: 0:00[/color
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Following the Eddy Poe v. Colt Shields match, or lack thereof, the camera panned over the audience while Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino spoke.
AUGUSTINO
“Eeeeeey! Welcome back, bitches!”
HANSON
“Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“What? They know I don’t mean anything by it! I love my bitches!”
HANSON
“I see...well, folks! We apologize again for that last match that didn’t get to happen. The show must go on, however. So over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been hosting interviews with members of the roster. This week, I had the pleasure of sitting down and interviewing a very lovely lady who is - you could say - the advocate of a man who is quite the mystery to NFW as of late. Here it is, right now; the latest Sitout, with Charlie Grace.”
AUGUSTINO
“Oooooooooh!!”
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The camera shifts from the live feed to the pre-recorded session from the day before. Monday, afternoon, July 1st. As has quickly become a custom, the room is the comfortable looking interview area where Nick Hanson has held his passed interviews. A short couch with a chair adjacent to it and the coffee table in the center. Sitting in the solo chair, Nick Hanson smiles and greets the camera.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen! I’m Nick Hanson and this is another episode of Sitout. I’m here today with a guest that’s new to the New Frontier scene and I can’t really say we know much about her or more specifically, her client, that we’ve been hearing about and seeing ominous video packages of over the past couple weeks. However, she’s been kind enough to offer up some of her time and answer some questions. So without further adieu, this is Sitout with this week’s guest, Charlie Grace. Ms. Grace, how are you today?” Nick says as he turns from the camera to greet Charlie directly with a professional smile.
“Thank you, Nick. And please, call me Charlie. Titles and roles are not my thing.” Charlie offered a warm and professional smile to Nick in return.
“Charlie it is!” Nick responded in his usual energetic, chipper fashion. “So, let’s start off; I like to get to know everybody that comes onto this segment. Not just the in-ring talent specifically. Let’s get to know you a little bit! How long have you been in the wrestling business? What made you decide to manage?”
“I am actually new to the business as someone on the proverbial inside. I have been a fan of the sport, watching it when I have had the time. I decided to manage when I was approached by my client. He asked me specifically to be his, filter, to the masses.” Charlie chuckles. “He is a, rough, individual. He shall speak for himself from time to time, but for most of his public addresses I will be the one speaking and usually appearing.”
Nick nods, clearly interested in what’s being said, especially when Charlie brings up her client. “So your client is the one giving you your foothold into actually working in the industry. Interesting. Now, tell us about him. We’ve seen a little bit, but as I understand, you’ve neglected to give his name yet. However, people are buzzing all over social media and there are even rumors floating about of who he is but so far, everything is just speculation. What can you tell us about him?”
“All of the video packages we have given to NFW to air have all been his idea. He has a flair for the ominous and dramatic. I know that there are a lot of rumors flying about. That is exactly the goal I had in mind. Where the content of the videos was his idea, the videos, in general, were mine. I knew using those would do exactly what's happening right now. He hasn’t had a match yet, hasn’t even appeared properly on TV, and people are already talking about him.” Charlie gets a bit animated as she talks. “You want to know about him? He isn’t some new kid trying to impress. He isn’t a rookie looking to make his name. He is a long time veteran of the sport. He is a multi-time Tag Team, Hardcore or Extreme, and WORLD Champion. He has been through matches most couldn’t dream of. I dare say, he is a living embodiment of violence.”
This all intrigues Nick as well as makes him shift a little at the ‘living embodiment of violence’ remark. Anyone that knows Nick Hanson knows the man gets a little uneasy about the more “extreme” side of the sport. Nonetheless, he maintains his composure. “A man with a decorated career, then, on his way to the New Frontier. I assume to make his mark on - pardon the cliche term - uncharted territory, as far as he’s concerned? What exactly are your client’s goals coming in?”
“His goal?” Charlie laughs. “His goal is to hurt people. That’s what he does. It’s what he enjoys. He has moved beyond winning and losing. Titles are meaningless to him beyond the scope of people coming to him rather than the other way round. He doesn’t care who it is, where it happens, or when it happens. He enjoys making people hurt. He enjoys being hurt.” Charlie smirks slightly. “You have seen the videos, you have seen the images, sparse as they are, that I have shown. Look at the scars on his body. Those are from his past. Those are the medals he wears to show his proficiency in the art of pain.”
Nick smiles with Charlie as she laughs but his expression turns a little more grave as she explains her client’s true intentions in coming into a new territory. Still, though, Nick remains professional and nods his head. “He doesn’t care about the outcome. He just seeks competition. That’s why, I’m guessing, he opted to enter this year’s Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament? If he does win, that’s a pretty grand reward to anyone. The main event spot at Wrestle War versus the World Champion for the title. Does he not care about adding more titles to his record?”
“To him, titles are just a means to an end. He doesn’t need to prove himself in that manner anymore. He has already done it. He has done it more times than most and all of those were in his early twenties. Titles matter to those who have a point to prove. He just wants pain to be given.”
“I see.” Nick nods, bringing his hands pressed together, to his mouth, in thought. “So, if I may stir the pot a bit - as they like to say - you and I both know that the roster of NFW is going to be watching this. With that being said, has your client, said anything to you about whom, in particular - if anyone that is - he might have his eye on? Who does he look forward to facing the most?”
“Nick, we both know that’s not how hunters work. They don’t announce their targets, they just stalk them then strike. That’s what my client is. He is a hunter. He stalks and hunts those he wants. It’s never a matter of IF he is going to come after you. But a matter of WHEN will he?”
“No discrimination between opponents. I can probably speak for most, if not all, of the NFW roster when I say that’s an admirable statement. And an exciting one. So this gentleman is coming soon. He’s in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial. He’s someone seeking only competition from the best in NFW. Before we wrap this up, do you have any other comments or information you’d like to share on him? I’m sure the fans watching have loads of more questions they could tweet in but we’d probably be here all night and I’m sure you’re a busy woman.” Nick said in a light tone with a laugh.
“There isn’t more to share until he finally arrives. But I did promise to reveal his name during this. So it is without further delay, my client is “The Ultraviolent God,” “Wrestling’s Richard Ramirez” Eric Lee.”
Nick remains still in his seat, however his eyebrows shift upwards as a look of what seems like a bit of familiarity comes across his face. “Eric Lee?” He asks, as if for confirmation before looking to the camera for a moment. He looks back to Charlie then and swallows. Nervously. “I’ll admit I’m, uhh...somewhat familiar. I’ve been watching this sport for nearly all my life.” Again, Nick looks to the camera. “Folks, you heard her correctly. Eric Lee is NFW bound. If you don’t know who that is?” He pauses, looking down, in search of words to use. Finally, he looks at the camera again. “Buckle up.” He says before turning back to Charlie Grace. “Charlie, I appreciate you taking the time for this interview.” He extends a hand out and shakes hers. “It was an absolute pleasure having you as my guest today. I know some will be looking forward to your client’s debut. As for others? I suppose they’d better be ready.”
The camera fades out with Nick Hanson and Charlie engaging in inaudible conversation as the shot pans out, showing the interview room as a whole.
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[Match #4. Singles Match - No DQ - Anton Crowley v. Jasmine Matthews]
Cutting back to ringside, the camera captured a wide shot of the arena with Miranda Augustino back in the ring with the microphone.
HANSON
“Hope you enjoyed that interview as much as I did, folks! Now, let’s take it to Miranda for our next matchup!”
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a No Disqualification!”
The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hushed voice echoing through the arena.
“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society
Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”
A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney standing at the top of the entrance ramp. She is pressed against him, his arm around her in a protective manner. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips as Eavan looks back over her shoulder. The pair starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! Being accompanied by The Demon Warrior, Eavan Maloney. He is the leader of House Crowley. The Demon Prince...Anton!! Crowleeeeeey!!”
“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”
As they walk the arena lights go full red. Anton holds Eavan’s hand as she is first up the steps followed closely by him. He sits on one of the ropes allowing her easy entrance into the ring. He then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. They resume their pose from the entrance ramp.
“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”
As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, once again helping Eavan out of the ring and passing her his entrance attire.
The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. An eerie purple glow begins to appear on the stage as the guitar strums kick in the words "Even in these chains you can't stop me" repeated four times with a loud drum strike after each one. After the fourth the guitars and drums kick in full force and the words "The Fanged Rose" appears on the screen with the well known red eyes of the Matthews "Reptile" behind it.
"You see I am the wolf.
and this dirty little piggy
lives inside of me.
You see every and then
I forget which one I want
and which one I need.
I have come to realize
that both of them have become a necessity.
I now have come to realize
that I become which animal I choose to feed!"
As Maria shrieks the follow up The Fanged Rose comes through the curtain. The black coat buckled around her throat with the hood up shadowing her face. She steps to where the stage and the ramp meet she drops into a kneel with a hand on the ramp. Stepping out behind her is the Women's Champion, Sativa Nevaeh.
AUGUSTINO
“His opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by the NFW Women's Champion, Sativa Nevaeh!! From Chico, California! Representing the Kingdom! Jasmine!! The Fanged Rose! Matthews!!”
"Even in these chains, you won't stop me!
Even in these chains, you won't break me!
Even in these chains, you won't take me!
Even in these chains, you won't hold me PIG!"
Each line she bobs lightly until the final word and Jasmine shoots up straight throwing the hood back from her face and letting out a bestial shriek before she sprints to the ring and sides under the ropes. She pops back up and marches to the turnbuckle where she climbs to the top, throws one leg over to balance herself and lifts a single fist into the air. Once Jasmine removes her entrance gear and stands back in the corner for her match.
~DING DING DING~
As Anton Crowley came out of his corner, moving to the center of the ring, Jasmine Matthews remained relaxed and casual as she paced around the center of the ring. Matthews kept pace with Crowley as they circled but looked more interested in looking the man over rather than starting off the match with him. Outside of the ring, Eavan Maloney watched with a vile look in her eyes as she scowled up at Jasmine as the Queen of the Kingdom and Eavan's fiance circled each other in the ring. As Jasmine circled, she gave her backside a flirtatious little slap, hard enough to get a slight jiggle going. Having enough of this, Anton Crowley started straight up advancing towards Jasmine but the Fanged Rose dropped onto her knees and slid sideways under the ropes. Anton stopped in his tracks, not in the mood to play any of her games as Jasmine ran a nail up her stomach before curling a finger in at him, telling him to come closer. Scowling, Anton approached the ropes and reached over but Jasmine hopped down onto the floor and winked over her shoulder at him, giving her butt another slap again.
HANSON
"Well this match is getting off to a slow start."
AUGUSTINO
"If Jim were here, he'd crack a joke about you saying 'getting off.'"
HANSON
"Hah. Probably right."
AUGUSTINO
"Doesn't look like Jasmine's really in the mood to fight Anton Crowley!"
HANSON
"Yeeaaaah, probably in the mood for something else."
AUGUSTINO
"Still starts with an F, though!"
HANSON
"Oh jeez, Miranda. C'mon n--WHOA, WATCH OUT! HERE COMES MALONEY!!"
The crowd popped as, while Jasmine was gripping the fan barricade, bent over with her ass out, rolling and gyrating it in Anton's direction, not unlike a stripper working with a chair, Eavan Maloney had clearly had enough of the Fanged Rose's taunting. The Demon Warrior ran around the ring and hit Jasmine Matthews from the side with a forearm, dazing her before throwing her back into the ring. Anton moved in like a predator on wounded prey then and began just laying boots to Matthews, relentlessly. From around the corner, Sativa Nevaeh came and approached Eavan Maloney, throwing out her arms and audibly saying 'What the fuck?!' Eavan raised her hands up with a small smirk, motioning to Jasmine and to the outside, hinting that she didn't appreciate the unnecessary taunting to Anton. Sativa scowled, shaking her head and pointed to Eavan, backing off. Meanwhile, the fans popped for the Demon Prince as he stomped and kicked at the Queen of the Kingdom before pulling her up by the hair and laid her back against the ropes. Anton brought back one hand, flat and firm, bringing it back in with a stiff chop down across Jasmine's chest. With her arms hanging over the top rope, Jasmine kept herself up and flipped her hair out of her face with a fierce look in her eyes. A look of carnal hunger as she grinned back at her opponent and puffed her chest out, asking for more.
AUGUSTINO
"This girl is WILD, Nick!!"
HANSON
"She's taking chops from Crowley and demanding more!"
Picking herself back up, still on the ropes, Jasmine looked back up at Anton and goaded him into bringing it on some more. Anton Crowley grinned maliciously, looking to Eavan Maloney as he gestured to his opponent. Eavan was relishing in watching this as she called up to her man. 'Get her! Hurt her!' Anton grinned coldly, stepping in towards Jasmine again. This time, though, Jasmine was ready with a boot to the midsection that looked dangerously low to being below the belt - not that it mattered anyway. Anton certainly clutched around that area though as he stumbled back and Jasmine came off the ropes, throwing forearms elbows and even a few MMA punches Anton's way, starting to rock the man back. Jasmine finished her onslaught with a stepping knee to Anton's face, sending him to his knees. Keeping up with the momentum, she ran off of the ropes and came diving right at the man for a meteora attack. As Anton went down, Jasmine straddled his upper chest, damn near over his head. Before the referee could go for the count, though, Jasmine reached down, grabbing Anton by the hair and grinned salaciously as she started grinding her hips. This drew a mixed reaction from the crowd while Eavan started moving towards the apron again but Sativa was right there, giving her a warning look. While Jasmine was grinding, however, Anton suddenly grabbed her by the legs and forced her back, sitting up and planting her shoulders on the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
Jasmine managed to kick out, springing her legs into the air and falling back onto her stomach. She lifted her head sharply, throwing her back and grinned, licking her teeth at Anton. Anton rose up onto one knee and stared daggers at the woman. As the two got up to their feet again, they started circling once more. This time, they both lunged in and initiated an actual lockup.
HANSON
"Alright here we go! Now it's time to wrestle!"
AUGUSTINO
"I've been enjoying this match already!"
After a moment of pushing against one another, Jasmine Matthews gained an upper hand by throwing in a kick to the inside of Anton's leg and stepped in, administering a headlock. Anton fought against it as Jasmine wrenched it in but Anton managed to get free, shoving Jasmine into the ropes. As she was sent running forward, Anton followed right up behind her and came crashing into her with a clothesline, sending her back over the top. Jasmine hit the floor hard, laying on her stomach and writhing as she tried to get to her feet. Anton Crowley opened out his arms, goading onto the fans with an evil smile as he turned to acknowledge his dear Eavan as she cheered him on. Referee James Greer was in no position to begin a countout so Jasmine took her time crawling over towards the ring. Instead of going for the ropes, however, she went for her corner.
HANSON
"Wait a minute. What's Jasmine Matthews doing?"
AUGUSTINO
"Ohhhh I think we know what she's going for!"
HANSON
"Oh no, that stick! That...that piece of wood she uses!"
AUGUSTINO
"It's a sledge handle, Nick! Used to be her old man's!"
HANSON
"Well what's she doing with it now? I know it's No Disqualification but...."
Jasmine reached up and grabbed the sledgehammer handle, bringing it down to her. She used it to push herself him as Anton Crowley turned his attention back to her outside of the ring. Deciding to go for broke, Crowley bounced back off of the ropes across the ring and took a running charge towards Jasmine. He dove through the ropes for a Suicide Dive and CRACK!!!! Jasmine swung the sledge handle so hard it was heard throughout the audience as it connected right with the top of Anton's head and sent him tumbling to the ringside floor.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
HANSON
"OH...MY...GOD!!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"HOMERUN!! HOLY SHIT!!!!"
HANSON
"DID...YOU...HEAR...THAT?!"
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Jasmine Matthews held the handle up over her head, sneering at the audience and yelled at the top of her lungs.
"BEHOLD...THE KINGDOM!!!!"
Most of the audience boo'ed though there were some audible sounds of approval from fans who were moreso fans of those who played to the beat of their own drum. Like the Kingdom. Jasmine spread out her other arm as she held the stick up high, gloating to the fans. Anton writhed, barely moving on the floor as he clutched his head and red could be seen dribbling down his face as he sat up.
HANSON
"Oh my, Anton's busted open! That shot from Jasmine split his scalp open like a melon!"
AUGUSTINO
"Shit, man!"
As Jasmine mocked the haters in the crowd, Eavan Maloney came around the ring to Anton Crowley's side, starting to check on the man as the referee came to do the same. He'd stop this match if he had to. The referee was in the middle of asking Anton if he felt he could go on when, from the side of the camera shot, that sledge handle came swinging in right across Eavan's back with a loud SMACK!! The crowd reacted emphatically, booing again as Eavan reeled from the shot. Another camera angle showed that Jasmine Matthews had run back over and hit Eavan Maloney with a cheap shot. Jasmine cocked back with that handle and swung it again. And again. And again. And again. Hitting Eavan relentlessly with it until the Demon Warrior collapsed to her hands and knees. Only then did Jasmine toss it back towards Sativa Nevaeh who caught it just because she knew the history of the weapon and refused to let it hit the floor. Jasmine grabbed Eavan by the hair and picked her up, running her into the steel steps with a thunderous crash.
HANSON
"OHHHH AND INTO THE STEPS!!! C'MON!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"I don't think that was necessary but who's gonna get The Queen of the Kingdom to listen?"
HANSON
"Oh, now what?"
As Eavan Maloney reeled on the floor, Jasmine Matthews motioned for Sativa Nevaeh to pick her up onto her knees. Setting the sledge handle down on the apron again, Sativa reached down to pick Eavan Maloney up, positioning her how Jasmine wanted her. As Sativa stepped away, Jasmine ran in and hit Eavan with the Ice Cold kick right to the face. The impact from her boot so hard that Eavan fell back and the camera lingered long enough to see blood appearing over her forehead. The crowd continued to boo as Jasmine stepped back, opening out her arms again, raising middle fingers to the audience as she stepped back towards where she left her opponent laying. She turned around then, just in time, as Anton Crowley had made it to his feet with a steel chair in his hand. As Jasmine turned, Anton brought it down SMASHING her over the head with it!!!! Jasmine hit the ringside floor as Anton threw the chair down angrily. Blood poured down his face as he stared down at her. Eyes wide with rage at what had been done to his Eavan.
AUGUSTINO
"DID YOU HEAR THAT, NICK?!"
HANSON
"HE MIGHT HAVE OPENED UP HER SKULL!!"
The camera focused in on Jasmine Matthews as she lifted her head from the floor, laying on her stomach. This made three bloodied individuals at ringside as blood ran down her pale face. Anton picked Jasmine up and threw her into the ring to get her out of the way before walking over to where Eavan was laying. He literally shoved the referee out of the way and pulled Eavan up into his arms. Anton began to tremble with anger like he was about to explode. As the ring doctor came over, Anton set Eavan down and grabbed the man by his jacket, screaming at him to get help for Eavan and threatening him otherwise. Finally, he turned towards the ring and slid in, going after Jasmine again. As the Queen of the Kingdom started getting to her knees, Anton grabbed her by the top of the hair, inaudibly scolding her before picking her up and setting her up for a suplex. Jasmine Matthews found the willpower, however, to drop down and pull him into a small package.
ONE!!
TWO!!
But she was still took dizzy and out of it to have a proper hold and Anton managed to kick out in time. Anton immediately scrambled to his feet as Jasmine made it up to her knees. As she did, Anton ran in from the center of the knee and DRILLED Jasmine Matthews with a brutal knee to the face.
HANSON
"MORNING STAR!!!!! THAT COULD BE IT!!!"
But rather than going for a pin, Anton was full of bloodlust as he leaned back in the corner, waiting for Jasmine to stir and try to get up again. He pulled on the ropes, sneering like a wolf on the end of a chain, waiting to be let loose. When Jasmine Matthews stirred and pushed herself back up to her knees, Anton Crowley ran in from behind this time, delivering a second--
HANSON
"MORNING STAR!!!! AGAIN!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"BRUTAL!!!"
Jasmine hit the mat and Anton rolled her over, covering her as he sent a terrifying glare in the direction of Sativa Nevaeh like he was sending a message to the entire Kingdom.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
"Jim Jones" played through the speakers again as Anton Crowley immediately rolled out of the ring and went to Eavan Maloney's side.
AUGUSTINO
"Here is your winner!!! The Demon Prince...ANTON...CROWLEEEEEEEEY!!!"
Anton Crowley wasn't even in the mood to celebrate, it seemed, as the EMTs arrived and lifted Eavan Maloney onto a gurney to wheel her away from ringside. Inside the ring, Sativa Nevaeh went to Jasmine Matthew's side and sat her up, checking on her herself by the time Referee James Greer came over to help make sure Jasmine was okay. Just as he took a knee, however, the lighting in the arena went out completely.
AUGUSTINO
"Heeeeey whoa whoa whoa."
HANSON
"Whooaaaaaa now!"
AUGUSTINO
"What the hell's going on, Nick?"
HANSON
"I have no idea!"
Over the speakers, there was a static crackling before a deep, menacing voice filled the arena.
"...And when the Lamb opened the fourth seal...he heard the voice say..."come and see"... He looked...and before him stood a pale horse...and the rider that sat upon him was named Death...and Hell followed with him...."
HANSON
"What the...? Isn't that from...?"
AUGUSTINO
"That's the bible.... What the hell?"
The lights in the arena came back on....
HANSON
"I have no ide---OH MY GOD!!!!"
Standing in the corner of the ring, watching Sativa, Jasmine and the Referee James Greer, was Belphegor of Ultra-Violence. Face painted up, again, in black street clothes that seemed to fit the terrifying man's aesthetic. He looked like a giant biker from hell. Sativa and Jasmine noticed him first, suddenly reacting as Sativa went to help Jasmine to her feet. This commotion got the attention of James Greer and - as the referee turned - Belphegor came out of the corner and SPEARED the Senior Official practically in half!!
AUGUSTINO
"AAGH! WHAT'S HE DOING?!"
HANSON
"IS THAT WHO HE WAS GOING FOR?!"
AUGUSTINO
"I hope so! I mean, no I...well I don't want anyone getting hurt! You know that!"
HANSON
"I get you, Miranda but what's going on here?!"
After the spear, Belphegor threw his hair back and got to his feet, standing over James Greer as he cast a nonchalant gaze towards Jasmine and Sativa. The two women inched around the ring, heading for the main ramp as the crowd began to boo loudly. The source being the form of Doomsday coming down the back ramp in street clothes and his mask. As he reached ringside, Doomsday motioned for Belphegor to come his way. The crowd boo'ed as Belphegor kicked James Greer out of the ring and to the floor at Doomsday's feet. The older of the two tag team members picked the man up over his shoulder as Belphegor exited the ring.
HANSON
"Now, where are they talking him?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Put him down! That's our senior official, you assholes!"
Ultra-Violence moved up the main ramp, causing the onlooking Jasmine Matthews and Sativa Nevaeh to cease spectating and make a final retreat as the two behemoths started coming their way. When Ultra-Violence reached the top of the ramp and got to the stage. Doomsday set James Greer down on his feet and held him by his throat. Doomsday looked at Belphegor and appeared to be asking him if he was ready to do this. Belphegor cracked his neck on both sides and nodded, motioning for Doomsday to hand the man over. In what resembled a tag team tandem move, Doomsday lifted James Greer up and set him on Belphegor's shoulders in a powerbomb position.
HANSON
"Oh no!"
AUGUSTINO
"No! Put him down!"
HANSON
"No, god! Not on the stage! It's solid steel!"
But Belphegor didn't powerbomb James Greer on the stage. Instead, he ran forward, towards the edge of it and pitched the man right off of his shoulders, hitting what looked to be a mix between a Last Ride and Jackknife Powerbomb - basically just throwing the 5'10" man off of his shoulders and sending him free falling through the stacks of tables and extra equipment boxes below with a thunderous crash.
HANSON
"GOOD...GOD!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"AYYYYYYYYYE!!!!! JESUS!!!"
HANSON
"THE MAN'S A REFEREE!!! HE'S NOT A COMPETITOR!!!"
The camera cut between a shot of James Greer, NFW's Senior Official laid out in a pile of wreckage and Ultra-Violence standing up on the stage, looking down at him. After a moment, Doomsday turned and approached the camera, grabbing it with one hand and pulled the lens towards his face.
"And so to were they given the power...." He said behind his mask, "...over a fourth of the Earth...to kill...by sword...famine...and plague...and by the wild beasts of the Earth...."
As he said the last part, he motioned to Belphegor before shoving the camera away from him. The angle suggested the camera man fell over. The angle switched over to another side of the stage, capturing Ultra-Violence as they walked back behind the curtain while EMTs poured out of the back with a gurney to check on James Greer....
Winner: Anton Crowley
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:01
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We cut to a video of Shelley Silver sitting backstage at a slightly larger venue than what NFW is known for going to with a bustle of a foreign language in the background that isn't one that is overly familiar. She looked up with a smile, "hello New Frontier Wrestling and welcome... to the Baku Crystal Hall in the country of Azerbaijan." She paused, tilting her head, "yeah... don't feel bad, I never heard of it before EWC was scheduled to come here. Apparently, we're in the area that is both Eastern Europe and Western Asia, next door to Turkey. This is where this week's Friday Night Rampage is taking place."
She shrugged, "not that I've actually competed on televised programming in EWC in the past six months. I just compete in enough house shows to receive base pay for being within contract with the company. Will I ever return to major competition in the company that I started my professional wrestling career in? Someday. Right now, I'm happy being on top of the world here in NFW."
"Speaking of, I have a match Tuesday in Denver with all of the time differences between here and there... I should be ready by show time. Well... hopefully, anyway. I wouldn't want to be giving Morgan any less than one hundred percent of me. She doesn't deserve that. Neither do the fans," Shelley grinned, crossing her legs and linking her hands at the knee.
"Now I do realize the slight hypocrisy of this match on my part," Shelley took a deep breath, nodding. "I did say that I didn't want to discuss work on Twitter, yet I accepted this match on there. That's where it ended, though. My main problem with Twitter is when everyone uses it for their petty arguments that I wouldn't want any part of in the first place." She swung her top leg a little, "I like to keep my Tweeting for non-work related things." She shrugged with a smirk, "but it's like Morgan said, we don't have any beef. Not personally, nor within our factions. The Unwanted and The Kingdom have been rather neutral to each other and even before they came into our lives, there was no bad blood between you and I. You may not have been one of the ladies that came to my last EWC pay-per-view event to make sure that my opponent's nasty stable didn't try anything funny during my match, but that doesn't mean that I don't like you any less."
She paused, tilting her head and holding up her hand and extending just her index finger, "all that personal shit aside, though? As a champion, I have to keep my head in the game. I have to win at all costs. I know that Morgan knows this. She didn't reach out to me because she thought that it would be an easy win for her. I have mad respect for her because of this. I'm not unapproachable, I promise. I know that I got annoyed, a couple of times on Twitter when I woke up to immature bitch-offs, but just because I was yelling in type, that doesn't mean I was actually getting emotional in real life, outside of my phone," she raised an eyebrow, a completely stoic and calm look on her face. "Twitter isn't real life, kids," she kept her calm look and put on a condescending tone. She then gave an overexaggerated toothy grin, tilting her head, "but seriously, though?" She went back to her normal demeanor, "this champ brings her A-game to every match. I plan to continue to hold the Silver Mountain Championship for a long time. So come one, come all. Starting with this Tuesday, just a few days from now? The game is on, boys and girls. Who's ready to play?" she licked her lips, leaning forward a little. "Let's get this party started. See you Tuesday, Raindrops!" she winked and blew a kiss at the camera.
Just before the feed ended, Shelley looked up to a person that just approached behind the camera. "Ms. Silver? Your fiance's match is next."
Shelley grinned, nodding. "Thanks," then the shot faded to black as she got up.
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[Match #5. Handicap Match - Ethan Skinner v. The Frightners]
Back in the arena, Miranda Augustino prepared to announce the following match. Her hand with the mic trembling from nerves after Ultra-Violence’s latest atrocious act.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest...is scheduled for one fall….and is a handicap match!”
"Spooky Scary Skeletons" comes on over the speakers, as the lights dim down again and flickering images of ghosts and skulls - more cartoonish than scary - sweep over the ring and arena floor. The crowd actually gets more into it as The Frighteners come running out onto the stage. They bob and sway to the music, throwing up their hands to 'BOO' at the crowd before beginning their approach to the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! At a combined weight of four hundred and two pounds...they’re Young...they’re Spooky. Splatterday and Nightcrawler! The Frightners!”
The Frighteners each take one side of the walkway as they approach the ring, moving along the crowd in a creeping, sneaky manner. At random points, one of them throws up their hands and lunges at a fan, yelling 'BOO! HA HA!!' The reaction is mixed as some fans jerk back, more so laughing out of enjoyment over it. Others just stare back at them, unphased at all. Reaching the ring, Splatterday hops over the top rope, athletically. Nightcrawler launches himself in a slingshot, flipping and landing on one knee and foot, throwing his hands up in the 'Boo' pose again. Splatterday poses behind him with his hands in the same motion. They hold the pose for a moment before moving to their corner as their music fades.
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
“Their opponent...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 his opponents with the cold, calculated look of a maniacal genius.
~DING DING DING~
Ethan Skinner came out of his corner, hands up and ready to go. On the opposite side of the ring, Splatterday and Nightcrawler stood, conversing and looked to be deciding who would move in on him first. They both seemed insistent that themselves go in. Finally, they settled on a game of rock paper scissors. Both came up with scissors. They looked at each other and shrugged. They rolled again and both came up with rock. They looked at each other again and, hilariously, started to argue over the other copying his choice. The crowd laughed and the two looked at them, throwing their hands up.
“Not funny!” Splatterday called out.
“What are y’all laughing at?!” Nightcrawler said.
HANSON
“Ummmm...I think there’s some miscommunication between the brothers here.”
AUGUSTINO
“These boys are so fucking cute.”
Again, the Frightners rolled a game of rock, paper, scissors and came up with...paper. Both of them. Splatterday threw up his hands and Nightcrawler spread his arms out. Ethan Skinner stood by, looking at the two like he was at a loss. Having enough of it, he started stepping in for the first attack but Splatterday stuck a hand up in his face, telling him to wait a minute while he and Nightcrawler sorted this out. Ethan stopped in his tracks, looking at the hand. ‘Is this guy serious?’ Splatterday turned to Nightcrawler and motioned with his hands as if to say ‘now listen…’ before suddenly turning and throwing an elbow at Ethan. Ethan ducked under the shot and came around with a series of stiff jabs and forearms, laying right into Splatterday. Splatterday tried to throw one back but Ethan caught it with a block and kept feeding him shots.
On the comical aspect, Nightcrawler stood back watching his brother get laid into with a hand up in front of his face as if he were going ‘Jesus, that’s gotta hurt….’ Finally, Nightcrawler decided to step in and tapped Ethan on the shoulder from behind. Ethan turned around and Nightcrawler lunged right in his face with his hands up.
“BOO!”
Ethan jerked back with a bewildered look. What the hell is wrong with these two? Nightcrawler pointed and laughed at Ethan before turning to the crowd as if to say ‘you see him jump?!’ He turned back to Ethan then, shaking a finger up in his face.
“YOU GOT SPOOKED!”
The crowd joined un.
YOU GOT SPOOKED!
YOU GOT SPOOKED!
YOU GOT SPOOKED!
YOU GOT SPOOKED!
Ethan Skinner just stood there, looking at Nightcrawler and the crowd like they were a bunch of idiots. In the middle of Nightcrawler leading the chant, Ethan lashed out with a forearm and caught him in the jaw. Now it was the smaller Frightner getting backed up into a corner as Ethan started delivering jabs and knees. After a moment, Ethan turned to check on Splatterday and ended up dashing out of the way as the bigger of the brothers came diving in with a big splash and landed right on his brother. Splatterday, realizing what he’d done, backed up from the corner with his hands up apologetically to his brother. Nightcrawler fell to the mat, reeling. As Splatterday stepped towards him to check on his brother, he turned just in time as Ethan came running in and delivered a vicious spear to the midsection!
HANSON
“BLACK ARROW!”
AUGUSTINO
“DAAAAAMN! This match only just got started!”
Ethan Skinner posted up in the corner, prepping with a quick haka before he hunched down and got his fist ready as the brothers started getting to their feet. He watched them to see which one did first. Ethan didn’t notice the crowd starting to cheer.
HANSON
“Here comes the TKP!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nevermind that shit! Here comes Willy The Mangler!”
Down the ramp came Great White North and Army of Darkness member, and one half of the Army of Darkness, William “The Mangler” Mannheim. Dressed in simple jeans and an A.O.D t-shirt, Mannheim carried with him the Folding Steel Title - that barbwire wrapped chair with the name spray painted in red on it. He didn’t appear to be trying to sneak. Nor did he seem to be in a rush. He just calmly and purposefully walked down the ramp with a look of purpose on his face.
Inside the ring, Nightcrawler got to his feet and Ethan Skinner came out of the ring with the TKP - Total Knockout Punch. Just as he landed it, William Mannheim slid into the ring and got to his feet. Ethan Skinner turned around to go for the cover and WHACK!!! Mannheim smashed the barbwire chair right over his head with such force, it looked more like it caused Skinner to crumple inward rather than just hit the mat. William Mannheim stood over Ethan Skinner and rained down shots on him over and over with the weapon, beating him relentlessly.
HANSON
“William Mannheim is assaulting Ethan Skinner! We know they don’t get along on social media but what spurred this on?!”
AUGUSTINO
“No idea, Nick! Look at those shots, though!”
After several strikes, Mannheim threw the chair down to the mat and picked Ethan up to his feet. Blood ran down Ethan’s torso and face from the barbwire chair shots. William Mannheim lifted Ethan Skinner up onto his shoulders in a Crucifix position and hit the Deliverance right onto the chair. The crowd reacted emphatically.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
HANSON
“MY...GOD!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“DIOS...FUCKING...MIO!!”
William Mannheim got to his feet, pulling the chair out from underneath Ethan Skinner before looking to see the Frightners watching him from the corner. Grinning, the big 6’10” man looked down at Ethan and back up at them with raised eyebrows before walking over and exiting the ring.
MANGLER!
MANGLER!
MANGLER!
MANGLER!
HANSON
“What the hell just happened?!”
AUGUSTINO
“I think we just saw Willy get fed up with Dominion of Pain bullshit, Nick!”
Here, Mannheim walked up to the camera and pointed at it with his chair.
“I told you, Judas. Leash your fucking dog or I’ll put him down.” Without another word, William Mannheim, scowling that spine chilling scowl of his, calmly walked backstage and disappeared. Back inside the ring, Nightcrawler and Splatterday looked back and forth between each other and their battered opponent. Excitedly, they scrambled over and dogpiled over onto he man and the referee counted the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
To the pop of the crowd, “Spooky Scary Skeletons” played as The Frightners jumped up and high fived, absolutely stoked.
AUGUSTINO
“Here are your winners! Splatterday! Nightcrawler! The Frightners!”
HANSON
“Wow! So The Frightners score their first win in NFW over The Maori Warrior, Ethan Skinner! Asterisk: thanks to a little help from William Mannheim but there you have it, folks!”
"So, it seems that I finally have a challenger for MY NFW Women’s Title. A former champion has decided to step up and try to say she has some claim on it. A title she lost almost three months ago. A title she didn’t care about until I won it." Sativa shakes her head and scoffs. "You know, that could say a WHOLE LOT, but I’m not gonna be the one to delve into it. She wants to be the one to be the face of MY division again. Someone who wants to try and carry a roster fat with worthless, so-called, talent."
Sativa looks into the camera and raises a brow. "Why on Earth would you think you could do that? You lost the title and then what? Tried, and failed, twice to capture the Women’s Tag Team titles. When was the last time you were in a singles match? When was the last time you were on NFW TV? The event before Invasion? And before that, what, Gang Warfare?" She scoffs. "A champion should be seen. Someone who WANTS to be champion should be seen. I think I haven’t been on what, one or two events? Even when I’m not in a match, like tonight, I’m still here. Still making my presence felt. You on the other hand? You only have popped up to step up to me because you feel you deserve a title match."
"Why? Because you used to be champion? Lara took the title from you. Why didn’t you face her for the title? Were you scared to face her and lose? Do you think I’m going to be a pushover? Or, despite all the steps I took to make sure you REALLY wanted to do this, are your motives ulterior?" A sinister look creeps across Sativa’s face. "You see, I won’t come right out and say it, because I have far more respect for people than you do, but I have a pretty solid idea why you decided to step up once I won the title. If my assumptions prove correct, well, let’s just say the repercussions for you would be considered War Crimes. Just remember Alex, YOU wanted this."
"I made sure you wanted it. I made you ask over and over again for it. I wanted you to think about what you challenging me would do. What ripples and waves it would cause. Despite you claiming to, I know you haven’t thought about them at all. Or maybe you have and that’s exactly why you are doing this. Honestly, I hope it’s the former. I hope you are just being selfish and not thinking." She adjusts the title on her shoulder with a slight wince. "But either way, we are here, you have challenged me and I have accepted. But I am not going to be the pushover you think I am. Look at what I did this last weekend. Three deathmatches in one fucking day. I was stapled, put through light tubes, dropped onto thumbtacks, stabbed with bamboo skewers. I bled, I caused others to bleed. I took everything my opponents threw at me and yet here I am. Would you have done that? Would you take the beating I did and three days later show up at an event?"
Sativa let the question hang in the air for a moment. "Of course you fucking wouldn’t! You can’t be fucked to show up unless you have a fucking match. You would probably stay home and cry with a fucking hangnail. You don’t have what it takes to beat me. You can’t dish out the punishment needed to take MY title from me. So come and take your shot. Come try and fail. Only this time you won’t have someone else to blame for your loss. When you fail it will be all you. It will be no one else’s fault but your own."
"Remeber, Alex, I gave you multiple chances to change your mind. I gave you options to step back and save face. Anything that happens from here on out, is all on you. Remember that, Alex." Sativa grins wickedly.
"Your doom is of your own making."
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[Match #3. Singles Match - “The Slasher” Eddy Poe v. “Shotgun” Colt Shields]
Miranda Augustino stands in the center of the ring with the microphone in her hand, bringing it up to her mouth.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!”
ONE FALL!
~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.
AUGUSTINO
"Introducing first!! From Battle Creek, Michigan!! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds!!! 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 stage.
As Eddy Poe stands in the center of the ring, waiting, the opening guitar riff to Guns N Roses' "Welcome To The Jungle" played through the arena. The lights took on a yellowish hue as the word 'SHOTGUN' appeared up on the video wall. As Axel Rose's voice came through the speakers, Miranda Augustino raised the mic up again.
AUGUSTINO
"And introducing, his opponent! From Brisbane, Australia! Weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds!! "Shotgun" COLT...SHIELDS!!!"
The music continued on for a moment as fans and Eddy Poe watched the stage but the curtain never opened.
HANSON
"Umm...well folks, we're expecting to see Colt Shields take on Eddy Poe here in a moment but...oh wait, hang on, folks. I'm getting word from the back that...wait, he what?!"
Nick Hanson looks up from the table to the camera with a confused look on his face and he motions for the camera to jump to the back. When it does, we see the camera feed moving to catch up to a rental car where Colt Shields is shoving his bag into the trunk. He's not even in his wrestling gear. He's wearing jeans, snakeskin boots and one of his own merch line t-shirts with a woodland camo hat.
"Colt!" A backstage attendant calls out. "Colt, where ya going?! What about your match?"
"Nah, mate!" Colt shakes his head and motions to the direction of the ring as he closes the trunk of his rental car. He speaks in his heavy Australian accent. "I'm not goin' out theah, and gettin' my shit wrecked by a bloody psychopath like Eddy fuckin Poe! He can go get fucked, mate. All there is to it. Hell no!" Colt moves up to the driver's side door and gets in, cranking the car up. "And you can tell Mr. Brody I'm quittin' this bloody freakshow! G'day!" He throws a middle finger out of the window and peels out of the arena as fast as he can go without crashing his car.
HANSON
"...Wow...Cold Shields just...did he just quit?"
Nick Hanson says, looking up at the video wall. Inside the ring, Miranda Augustino looks at him and shrugs her shoulders. Nick Hanson shrugs back. Eddy Poe looks at Miranda, raising his hands up in his own half shrug. What about his match? After a moment, the music for Colt stops and Miranda slowly raises the microphone up.
AUGUSTINO
"Ladies and gentlemen...it would appear as though Colt Shields is left the building and is refusing to compete. Therefore, per NFW rules, he has forfeit this match up. Therefore...your winner of this match..."The Slasher", Eddy! Poe!"
"Suffocate" by Motogrator plays over the speakers as Eddy Poe realizes exactly what just happened. He lowers his head, shaking it as his shoulders start to shake. Finally, he lifts his head and we can see that he's laughing - no - cackling hysterically! Holding a hand to his ribs, Eddy Poe rolls out of the ring, still laughing as he grabs his chainsaw as he steps up to the camera.
"Easiest fucking win I've ever scored. Nobody has he GUTS to face me! You spineless. Fucking. COWARDS!"
Eddy smiles behind his still perfect face paint and laughs in the camera. He raises up the blade of his chainsaw into the frame and looks at it, laughing again.
"Who wants to play with The Slasher, huh?"
He lowers the chainsaw by his side and walks passed the camera, moving around the ring and up the ramp towards the backstage area.
HANSON
"So, Colt forfeited huh?"
AUGUSTINO
(sitting back at the table)
"Seems like it! I can't blame him. I wouldn't wanna fight Poe, either!"
HANSON
"Uhh...well folks, let's go and have us a quick commercial break and we'll be right back with more action!"
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Forfeit
Time: 0:00[/color
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Following the Eddy Poe v. Colt Shields match, or lack thereof, the camera panned over the audience while Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino spoke.
AUGUSTINO
“Eeeeeey! Welcome back, bitches!”
HANSON
“Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“What? They know I don’t mean anything by it! I love my bitches!”
HANSON
“I see...well, folks! We apologize again for that last match that didn’t get to happen. The show must go on, however. So over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been hosting interviews with members of the roster. This week, I had the pleasure of sitting down and interviewing a very lovely lady who is - you could say - the advocate of a man who is quite the mystery to NFW as of late. Here it is, right now; the latest Sitout, with Charlie Grace.”
AUGUSTINO
“Oooooooooh!!”
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The camera shifts from the live feed to the pre-recorded session from the day before. Monday, afternoon, July 1st. As has quickly become a custom, the room is the comfortable looking interview area where Nick Hanson has held his passed interviews. A short couch with a chair adjacent to it and the coffee table in the center. Sitting in the solo chair, Nick Hanson smiles and greets the camera.
“Hello, ladies and gentlemen! I’m Nick Hanson and this is another episode of Sitout. I’m here today with a guest that’s new to the New Frontier scene and I can’t really say we know much about her or more specifically, her client, that we’ve been hearing about and seeing ominous video packages of over the past couple weeks. However, she’s been kind enough to offer up some of her time and answer some questions. So without further adieu, this is Sitout with this week’s guest, Charlie Grace. Ms. Grace, how are you today?” Nick says as he turns from the camera to greet Charlie directly with a professional smile.
“Thank you, Nick. And please, call me Charlie. Titles and roles are not my thing.” Charlie offered a warm and professional smile to Nick in return.
“Charlie it is!” Nick responded in his usual energetic, chipper fashion. “So, let’s start off; I like to get to know everybody that comes onto this segment. Not just the in-ring talent specifically. Let’s get to know you a little bit! How long have you been in the wrestling business? What made you decide to manage?”
“I am actually new to the business as someone on the proverbial inside. I have been a fan of the sport, watching it when I have had the time. I decided to manage when I was approached by my client. He asked me specifically to be his, filter, to the masses.” Charlie chuckles. “He is a, rough, individual. He shall speak for himself from time to time, but for most of his public addresses I will be the one speaking and usually appearing.”
Nick nods, clearly interested in what’s being said, especially when Charlie brings up her client. “So your client is the one giving you your foothold into actually working in the industry. Interesting. Now, tell us about him. We’ve seen a little bit, but as I understand, you’ve neglected to give his name yet. However, people are buzzing all over social media and there are even rumors floating about of who he is but so far, everything is just speculation. What can you tell us about him?”
“All of the video packages we have given to NFW to air have all been his idea. He has a flair for the ominous and dramatic. I know that there are a lot of rumors flying about. That is exactly the goal I had in mind. Where the content of the videos was his idea, the videos, in general, were mine. I knew using those would do exactly what's happening right now. He hasn’t had a match yet, hasn’t even appeared properly on TV, and people are already talking about him.” Charlie gets a bit animated as she talks. “You want to know about him? He isn’t some new kid trying to impress. He isn’t a rookie looking to make his name. He is a long time veteran of the sport. He is a multi-time Tag Team, Hardcore or Extreme, and WORLD Champion. He has been through matches most couldn’t dream of. I dare say, he is a living embodiment of violence.”
This all intrigues Nick as well as makes him shift a little at the ‘living embodiment of violence’ remark. Anyone that knows Nick Hanson knows the man gets a little uneasy about the more “extreme” side of the sport. Nonetheless, he maintains his composure. “A man with a decorated career, then, on his way to the New Frontier. I assume to make his mark on - pardon the cliche term - uncharted territory, as far as he’s concerned? What exactly are your client’s goals coming in?”
“His goal?” Charlie laughs. “His goal is to hurt people. That’s what he does. It’s what he enjoys. He has moved beyond winning and losing. Titles are meaningless to him beyond the scope of people coming to him rather than the other way round. He doesn’t care who it is, where it happens, or when it happens. He enjoys making people hurt. He enjoys being hurt.” Charlie smirks slightly. “You have seen the videos, you have seen the images, sparse as they are, that I have shown. Look at the scars on his body. Those are from his past. Those are the medals he wears to show his proficiency in the art of pain.”
Nick smiles with Charlie as she laughs but his expression turns a little more grave as she explains her client’s true intentions in coming into a new territory. Still, though, Nick remains professional and nods his head. “He doesn’t care about the outcome. He just seeks competition. That’s why, I’m guessing, he opted to enter this year’s Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament? If he does win, that’s a pretty grand reward to anyone. The main event spot at Wrestle War versus the World Champion for the title. Does he not care about adding more titles to his record?”
“To him, titles are just a means to an end. He doesn’t need to prove himself in that manner anymore. He has already done it. He has done it more times than most and all of those were in his early twenties. Titles matter to those who have a point to prove. He just wants pain to be given.”
“I see.” Nick nods, bringing his hands pressed together, to his mouth, in thought. “So, if I may stir the pot a bit - as they like to say - you and I both know that the roster of NFW is going to be watching this. With that being said, has your client, said anything to you about whom, in particular - if anyone that is - he might have his eye on? Who does he look forward to facing the most?”
“Nick, we both know that’s not how hunters work. They don’t announce their targets, they just stalk them then strike. That’s what my client is. He is a hunter. He stalks and hunts those he wants. It’s never a matter of IF he is going to come after you. But a matter of WHEN will he?”
“No discrimination between opponents. I can probably speak for most, if not all, of the NFW roster when I say that’s an admirable statement. And an exciting one. So this gentleman is coming soon. He’s in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial. He’s someone seeking only competition from the best in NFW. Before we wrap this up, do you have any other comments or information you’d like to share on him? I’m sure the fans watching have loads of more questions they could tweet in but we’d probably be here all night and I’m sure you’re a busy woman.” Nick said in a light tone with a laugh.
“There isn’t more to share until he finally arrives. But I did promise to reveal his name during this. So it is without further delay, my client is “The Ultraviolent God,” “Wrestling’s Richard Ramirez” Eric Lee.”
Nick remains still in his seat, however his eyebrows shift upwards as a look of what seems like a bit of familiarity comes across his face. “Eric Lee?” He asks, as if for confirmation before looking to the camera for a moment. He looks back to Charlie then and swallows. Nervously. “I’ll admit I’m, uhh...somewhat familiar. I’ve been watching this sport for nearly all my life.” Again, Nick looks to the camera. “Folks, you heard her correctly. Eric Lee is NFW bound. If you don’t know who that is?” He pauses, looking down, in search of words to use. Finally, he looks at the camera again. “Buckle up.” He says before turning back to Charlie Grace. “Charlie, I appreciate you taking the time for this interview.” He extends a hand out and shakes hers. “It was an absolute pleasure having you as my guest today. I know some will be looking forward to your client’s debut. As for others? I suppose they’d better be ready.”
The camera fades out with Nick Hanson and Charlie engaging in inaudible conversation as the shot pans out, showing the interview room as a whole.
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[Match #4. Singles Match - No DQ - Anton Crowley v. Jasmine Matthews]
Cutting back to ringside, the camera captured a wide shot of the arena with Miranda Augustino back in the ring with the microphone.
HANSON
“Hope you enjoyed that interview as much as I did, folks! Now, let’s take it to Miranda for our next matchup!”
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a No Disqualification!”
The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hushed voice echoing through the arena.
“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society
Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”
A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney standing at the top of the entrance ramp. She is pressed against him, his arm around her in a protective manner. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips as Eavan looks back over her shoulder. The pair starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! Being accompanied by The Demon Warrior, Eavan Maloney. He is the leader of House Crowley. The Demon Prince...Anton!! Crowleeeeeey!!”
“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”
As they walk the arena lights go full red. Anton holds Eavan’s hand as she is first up the steps followed closely by him. He sits on one of the ropes allowing her easy entrance into the ring. He then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. They resume their pose from the entrance ramp.
“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”
As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, once again helping Eavan out of the ring and passing her his entrance attire.
The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. An eerie purple glow begins to appear on the stage as the guitar strums kick in the words "Even in these chains you can't stop me" repeated four times with a loud drum strike after each one. After the fourth the guitars and drums kick in full force and the words "The Fanged Rose" appears on the screen with the well known red eyes of the Matthews "Reptile" behind it.
"You see I am the wolf.
and this dirty little piggy
lives inside of me.
You see every and then
I forget which one I want
and which one I need.
I have come to realize
that both of them have become a necessity.
I now have come to realize
that I become which animal I choose to feed!"
As Maria shrieks the follow up The Fanged Rose comes through the curtain. The black coat buckled around her throat with the hood up shadowing her face. She steps to where the stage and the ramp meet she drops into a kneel with a hand on the ramp. Stepping out behind her is the Women's Champion, Sativa Nevaeh.
AUGUSTINO
“His opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by the NFW Women's Champion, Sativa Nevaeh!! From Chico, California! Representing the Kingdom! Jasmine!! The Fanged Rose! Matthews!!”
"Even in these chains, you won't stop me!
Even in these chains, you won't break me!
Even in these chains, you won't take me!
Even in these chains, you won't hold me PIG!"
Each line she bobs lightly until the final word and Jasmine shoots up straight throwing the hood back from her face and letting out a bestial shriek before she sprints to the ring and sides under the ropes. She pops back up and marches to the turnbuckle where she climbs to the top, throws one leg over to balance herself and lifts a single fist into the air. Once Jasmine removes her entrance gear and stands back in the corner for her match.
~DING DING DING~
As Anton Crowley came out of his corner, moving to the center of the ring, Jasmine Matthews remained relaxed and casual as she paced around the center of the ring. Matthews kept pace with Crowley as they circled but looked more interested in looking the man over rather than starting off the match with him. Outside of the ring, Eavan Maloney watched with a vile look in her eyes as she scowled up at Jasmine as the Queen of the Kingdom and Eavan's fiance circled each other in the ring. As Jasmine circled, she gave her backside a flirtatious little slap, hard enough to get a slight jiggle going. Having enough of this, Anton Crowley started straight up advancing towards Jasmine but the Fanged Rose dropped onto her knees and slid sideways under the ropes. Anton stopped in his tracks, not in the mood to play any of her games as Jasmine ran a nail up her stomach before curling a finger in at him, telling him to come closer. Scowling, Anton approached the ropes and reached over but Jasmine hopped down onto the floor and winked over her shoulder at him, giving her butt another slap again.
HANSON
"Well this match is getting off to a slow start."
AUGUSTINO
"If Jim were here, he'd crack a joke about you saying 'getting off.'"
HANSON
"Hah. Probably right."
AUGUSTINO
"Doesn't look like Jasmine's really in the mood to fight Anton Crowley!"
HANSON
"Yeeaaaah, probably in the mood for something else."
AUGUSTINO
"Still starts with an F, though!"
HANSON
"Oh jeez, Miranda. C'mon n--WHOA, WATCH OUT! HERE COMES MALONEY!!"
The crowd popped as, while Jasmine was gripping the fan barricade, bent over with her ass out, rolling and gyrating it in Anton's direction, not unlike a stripper working with a chair, Eavan Maloney had clearly had enough of the Fanged Rose's taunting. The Demon Warrior ran around the ring and hit Jasmine Matthews from the side with a forearm, dazing her before throwing her back into the ring. Anton moved in like a predator on wounded prey then and began just laying boots to Matthews, relentlessly. From around the corner, Sativa Nevaeh came and approached Eavan Maloney, throwing out her arms and audibly saying 'What the fuck?!' Eavan raised her hands up with a small smirk, motioning to Jasmine and to the outside, hinting that she didn't appreciate the unnecessary taunting to Anton. Sativa scowled, shaking her head and pointed to Eavan, backing off. Meanwhile, the fans popped for the Demon Prince as he stomped and kicked at the Queen of the Kingdom before pulling her up by the hair and laid her back against the ropes. Anton brought back one hand, flat and firm, bringing it back in with a stiff chop down across Jasmine's chest. With her arms hanging over the top rope, Jasmine kept herself up and flipped her hair out of her face with a fierce look in her eyes. A look of carnal hunger as she grinned back at her opponent and puffed her chest out, asking for more.
AUGUSTINO
"This girl is WILD, Nick!!"
HANSON
"She's taking chops from Crowley and demanding more!"
Picking herself back up, still on the ropes, Jasmine looked back up at Anton and goaded him into bringing it on some more. Anton Crowley grinned maliciously, looking to Eavan Maloney as he gestured to his opponent. Eavan was relishing in watching this as she called up to her man. 'Get her! Hurt her!' Anton grinned coldly, stepping in towards Jasmine again. This time, though, Jasmine was ready with a boot to the midsection that looked dangerously low to being below the belt - not that it mattered anyway. Anton certainly clutched around that area though as he stumbled back and Jasmine came off the ropes, throwing forearms elbows and even a few MMA punches Anton's way, starting to rock the man back. Jasmine finished her onslaught with a stepping knee to Anton's face, sending him to his knees. Keeping up with the momentum, she ran off of the ropes and came diving right at the man for a meteora attack. As Anton went down, Jasmine straddled his upper chest, damn near over his head. Before the referee could go for the count, though, Jasmine reached down, grabbing Anton by the hair and grinned salaciously as she started grinding her hips. This drew a mixed reaction from the crowd while Eavan started moving towards the apron again but Sativa was right there, giving her a warning look. While Jasmine was grinding, however, Anton suddenly grabbed her by the legs and forced her back, sitting up and planting her shoulders on the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
Jasmine managed to kick out, springing her legs into the air and falling back onto her stomach. She lifted her head sharply, throwing her back and grinned, licking her teeth at Anton. Anton rose up onto one knee and stared daggers at the woman. As the two got up to their feet again, they started circling once more. This time, they both lunged in and initiated an actual lockup.
HANSON
"Alright here we go! Now it's time to wrestle!"
AUGUSTINO
"I've been enjoying this match already!"
After a moment of pushing against one another, Jasmine Matthews gained an upper hand by throwing in a kick to the inside of Anton's leg and stepped in, administering a headlock. Anton fought against it as Jasmine wrenched it in but Anton managed to get free, shoving Jasmine into the ropes. As she was sent running forward, Anton followed right up behind her and came crashing into her with a clothesline, sending her back over the top. Jasmine hit the floor hard, laying on her stomach and writhing as she tried to get to her feet. Anton Crowley opened out his arms, goading onto the fans with an evil smile as he turned to acknowledge his dear Eavan as she cheered him on. Referee James Greer was in no position to begin a countout so Jasmine took her time crawling over towards the ring. Instead of going for the ropes, however, she went for her corner.
HANSON
"Wait a minute. What's Jasmine Matthews doing?"
AUGUSTINO
"Ohhhh I think we know what she's going for!"
HANSON
"Oh no, that stick! That...that piece of wood she uses!"
AUGUSTINO
"It's a sledge handle, Nick! Used to be her old man's!"
HANSON
"Well what's she doing with it now? I know it's No Disqualification but...."
Jasmine reached up and grabbed the sledgehammer handle, bringing it down to her. She used it to push herself him as Anton Crowley turned his attention back to her outside of the ring. Deciding to go for broke, Crowley bounced back off of the ropes across the ring and took a running charge towards Jasmine. He dove through the ropes for a Suicide Dive and CRACK!!!! Jasmine swung the sledge handle so hard it was heard throughout the audience as it connected right with the top of Anton's head and sent him tumbling to the ringside floor.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
HANSON
"OH...MY...GOD!!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"HOMERUN!! HOLY SHIT!!!!"
HANSON
"DID...YOU...HEAR...THAT?!"
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Jasmine Matthews held the handle up over her head, sneering at the audience and yelled at the top of her lungs.
"BEHOLD...THE KINGDOM!!!!"
Most of the audience boo'ed though there were some audible sounds of approval from fans who were moreso fans of those who played to the beat of their own drum. Like the Kingdom. Jasmine spread out her other arm as she held the stick up high, gloating to the fans. Anton writhed, barely moving on the floor as he clutched his head and red could be seen dribbling down his face as he sat up.
HANSON
"Oh my, Anton's busted open! That shot from Jasmine split his scalp open like a melon!"
AUGUSTINO
"Shit, man!"
As Jasmine mocked the haters in the crowd, Eavan Maloney came around the ring to Anton Crowley's side, starting to check on the man as the referee came to do the same. He'd stop this match if he had to. The referee was in the middle of asking Anton if he felt he could go on when, from the side of the camera shot, that sledge handle came swinging in right across Eavan's back with a loud SMACK!! The crowd reacted emphatically, booing again as Eavan reeled from the shot. Another camera angle showed that Jasmine Matthews had run back over and hit Eavan Maloney with a cheap shot. Jasmine cocked back with that handle and swung it again. And again. And again. And again. Hitting Eavan relentlessly with it until the Demon Warrior collapsed to her hands and knees. Only then did Jasmine toss it back towards Sativa Nevaeh who caught it just because she knew the history of the weapon and refused to let it hit the floor. Jasmine grabbed Eavan by the hair and picked her up, running her into the steel steps with a thunderous crash.
HANSON
"OHHHH AND INTO THE STEPS!!! C'MON!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"I don't think that was necessary but who's gonna get The Queen of the Kingdom to listen?"
HANSON
"Oh, now what?"
As Eavan Maloney reeled on the floor, Jasmine Matthews motioned for Sativa Nevaeh to pick her up onto her knees. Setting the sledge handle down on the apron again, Sativa reached down to pick Eavan Maloney up, positioning her how Jasmine wanted her. As Sativa stepped away, Jasmine ran in and hit Eavan with the Ice Cold kick right to the face. The impact from her boot so hard that Eavan fell back and the camera lingered long enough to see blood appearing over her forehead. The crowd continued to boo as Jasmine stepped back, opening out her arms again, raising middle fingers to the audience as she stepped back towards where she left her opponent laying. She turned around then, just in time, as Anton Crowley had made it to his feet with a steel chair in his hand. As Jasmine turned, Anton brought it down SMASHING her over the head with it!!!! Jasmine hit the ringside floor as Anton threw the chair down angrily. Blood poured down his face as he stared down at her. Eyes wide with rage at what had been done to his Eavan.
AUGUSTINO
"DID YOU HEAR THAT, NICK?!"
HANSON
"HE MIGHT HAVE OPENED UP HER SKULL!!"
The camera focused in on Jasmine Matthews as she lifted her head from the floor, laying on her stomach. This made three bloodied individuals at ringside as blood ran down her pale face. Anton picked Jasmine up and threw her into the ring to get her out of the way before walking over to where Eavan was laying. He literally shoved the referee out of the way and pulled Eavan up into his arms. Anton began to tremble with anger like he was about to explode. As the ring doctor came over, Anton set Eavan down and grabbed the man by his jacket, screaming at him to get help for Eavan and threatening him otherwise. Finally, he turned towards the ring and slid in, going after Jasmine again. As the Queen of the Kingdom started getting to her knees, Anton grabbed her by the top of the hair, inaudibly scolding her before picking her up and setting her up for a suplex. Jasmine Matthews found the willpower, however, to drop down and pull him into a small package.
ONE!!
TWO!!
But she was still took dizzy and out of it to have a proper hold and Anton managed to kick out in time. Anton immediately scrambled to his feet as Jasmine made it up to her knees. As she did, Anton ran in from the center of the knee and DRILLED Jasmine Matthews with a brutal knee to the face.
HANSON
"MORNING STAR!!!!! THAT COULD BE IT!!!"
But rather than going for a pin, Anton was full of bloodlust as he leaned back in the corner, waiting for Jasmine to stir and try to get up again. He pulled on the ropes, sneering like a wolf on the end of a chain, waiting to be let loose. When Jasmine Matthews stirred and pushed herself back up to her knees, Anton Crowley ran in from behind this time, delivering a second--
HANSON
"MORNING STAR!!!! AGAIN!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"BRUTAL!!!"
Jasmine hit the mat and Anton rolled her over, covering her as he sent a terrifying glare in the direction of Sativa Nevaeh like he was sending a message to the entire Kingdom.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
"Jim Jones" played through the speakers again as Anton Crowley immediately rolled out of the ring and went to Eavan Maloney's side.
AUGUSTINO
"Here is your winner!!! The Demon Prince...ANTON...CROWLEEEEEEEEY!!!"
Anton Crowley wasn't even in the mood to celebrate, it seemed, as the EMTs arrived and lifted Eavan Maloney onto a gurney to wheel her away from ringside. Inside the ring, Sativa Nevaeh went to Jasmine Matthew's side and sat her up, checking on her herself by the time Referee James Greer came over to help make sure Jasmine was okay. Just as he took a knee, however, the lighting in the arena went out completely.
AUGUSTINO
"Heeeeey whoa whoa whoa."
HANSON
"Whooaaaaaa now!"
AUGUSTINO
"What the hell's going on, Nick?"
HANSON
"I have no idea!"
Over the speakers, there was a static crackling before a deep, menacing voice filled the arena.
"...And when the Lamb opened the fourth seal...he heard the voice say..."come and see"... He looked...and before him stood a pale horse...and the rider that sat upon him was named Death...and Hell followed with him...."
HANSON
"What the...? Isn't that from...?"
AUGUSTINO
"That's the bible.... What the hell?"
The lights in the arena came back on....
HANSON
"I have no ide---OH MY GOD!!!!"
Standing in the corner of the ring, watching Sativa, Jasmine and the Referee James Greer, was Belphegor of Ultra-Violence. Face painted up, again, in black street clothes that seemed to fit the terrifying man's aesthetic. He looked like a giant biker from hell. Sativa and Jasmine noticed him first, suddenly reacting as Sativa went to help Jasmine to her feet. This commotion got the attention of James Greer and - as the referee turned - Belphegor came out of the corner and SPEARED the Senior Official practically in half!!
AUGUSTINO
"AAGH! WHAT'S HE DOING?!"
HANSON
"IS THAT WHO HE WAS GOING FOR?!"
AUGUSTINO
"I hope so! I mean, no I...well I don't want anyone getting hurt! You know that!"
HANSON
"I get you, Miranda but what's going on here?!"
After the spear, Belphegor threw his hair back and got to his feet, standing over James Greer as he cast a nonchalant gaze towards Jasmine and Sativa. The two women inched around the ring, heading for the main ramp as the crowd began to boo loudly. The source being the form of Doomsday coming down the back ramp in street clothes and his mask. As he reached ringside, Doomsday motioned for Belphegor to come his way. The crowd boo'ed as Belphegor kicked James Greer out of the ring and to the floor at Doomsday's feet. The older of the two tag team members picked the man up over his shoulder as Belphegor exited the ring.
HANSON
"Now, where are they talking him?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Put him down! That's our senior official, you assholes!"
Ultra-Violence moved up the main ramp, causing the onlooking Jasmine Matthews and Sativa Nevaeh to cease spectating and make a final retreat as the two behemoths started coming their way. When Ultra-Violence reached the top of the ramp and got to the stage. Doomsday set James Greer down on his feet and held him by his throat. Doomsday looked at Belphegor and appeared to be asking him if he was ready to do this. Belphegor cracked his neck on both sides and nodded, motioning for Doomsday to hand the man over. In what resembled a tag team tandem move, Doomsday lifted James Greer up and set him on Belphegor's shoulders in a powerbomb position.
HANSON
"Oh no!"
AUGUSTINO
"No! Put him down!"
HANSON
"No, god! Not on the stage! It's solid steel!"
But Belphegor didn't powerbomb James Greer on the stage. Instead, he ran forward, towards the edge of it and pitched the man right off of his shoulders, hitting what looked to be a mix between a Last Ride and Jackknife Powerbomb - basically just throwing the 5'10" man off of his shoulders and sending him free falling through the stacks of tables and extra equipment boxes below with a thunderous crash.
HANSON
"GOOD...GOD!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"AYYYYYYYYYE!!!!! JESUS!!!"
HANSON
"THE MAN'S A REFEREE!!! HE'S NOT A COMPETITOR!!!"
The camera cut between a shot of James Greer, NFW's Senior Official laid out in a pile of wreckage and Ultra-Violence standing up on the stage, looking down at him. After a moment, Doomsday turned and approached the camera, grabbing it with one hand and pulled the lens towards his face.
"And so to were they given the power...." He said behind his mask, "...over a fourth of the Earth...to kill...by sword...famine...and plague...and by the wild beasts of the Earth...."
As he said the last part, he motioned to Belphegor before shoving the camera away from him. The angle suggested the camera man fell over. The angle switched over to another side of the stage, capturing Ultra-Violence as they walked back behind the curtain while EMTs poured out of the back with a gurney to check on James Greer....
Winner: Anton Crowley
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:01
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We cut to a video of Shelley Silver sitting backstage at a slightly larger venue than what NFW is known for going to with a bustle of a foreign language in the background that isn't one that is overly familiar. She looked up with a smile, "hello New Frontier Wrestling and welcome... to the Baku Crystal Hall in the country of Azerbaijan." She paused, tilting her head, "yeah... don't feel bad, I never heard of it before EWC was scheduled to come here. Apparently, we're in the area that is both Eastern Europe and Western Asia, next door to Turkey. This is where this week's Friday Night Rampage is taking place."
She shrugged, "not that I've actually competed on televised programming in EWC in the past six months. I just compete in enough house shows to receive base pay for being within contract with the company. Will I ever return to major competition in the company that I started my professional wrestling career in? Someday. Right now, I'm happy being on top of the world here in NFW."
"Speaking of, I have a match Tuesday in Denver with all of the time differences between here and there... I should be ready by show time. Well... hopefully, anyway. I wouldn't want to be giving Morgan any less than one hundred percent of me. She doesn't deserve that. Neither do the fans," Shelley grinned, crossing her legs and linking her hands at the knee.
"Now I do realize the slight hypocrisy of this match on my part," Shelley took a deep breath, nodding. "I did say that I didn't want to discuss work on Twitter, yet I accepted this match on there. That's where it ended, though. My main problem with Twitter is when everyone uses it for their petty arguments that I wouldn't want any part of in the first place." She swung her top leg a little, "I like to keep my Tweeting for non-work related things." She shrugged with a smirk, "but it's like Morgan said, we don't have any beef. Not personally, nor within our factions. The Unwanted and The Kingdom have been rather neutral to each other and even before they came into our lives, there was no bad blood between you and I. You may not have been one of the ladies that came to my last EWC pay-per-view event to make sure that my opponent's nasty stable didn't try anything funny during my match, but that doesn't mean that I don't like you any less."
She paused, tilting her head and holding up her hand and extending just her index finger, "all that personal shit aside, though? As a champion, I have to keep my head in the game. I have to win at all costs. I know that Morgan knows this. She didn't reach out to me because she thought that it would be an easy win for her. I have mad respect for her because of this. I'm not unapproachable, I promise. I know that I got annoyed, a couple of times on Twitter when I woke up to immature bitch-offs, but just because I was yelling in type, that doesn't mean I was actually getting emotional in real life, outside of my phone," she raised an eyebrow, a completely stoic and calm look on her face. "Twitter isn't real life, kids," she kept her calm look and put on a condescending tone. She then gave an overexaggerated toothy grin, tilting her head, "but seriously, though?" She went back to her normal demeanor, "this champ brings her A-game to every match. I plan to continue to hold the Silver Mountain Championship for a long time. So come one, come all. Starting with this Tuesday, just a few days from now? The game is on, boys and girls. Who's ready to play?" she licked her lips, leaning forward a little. "Let's get this party started. See you Tuesday, Raindrops!" she winked and blew a kiss at the camera.
Just before the feed ended, Shelley looked up to a person that just approached behind the camera. "Ms. Silver? Your fiance's match is next."
Shelley grinned, nodding. "Thanks," then the shot faded to black as she got up.
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[Match #5. Handicap Match - Ethan Skinner v. The Frightners]
Back in the arena, Miranda Augustino prepared to announce the following match. Her hand with the mic trembling from nerves after Ultra-Violence’s latest atrocious act.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest...is scheduled for one fall….and is a handicap match!”
"Spooky Scary Skeletons" comes on over the speakers, as the lights dim down again and flickering images of ghosts and skulls - more cartoonish than scary - sweep over the ring and arena floor. The crowd actually gets more into it as The Frighteners come running out onto the stage. They bob and sway to the music, throwing up their hands to 'BOO' at the crowd before beginning their approach to the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! At a combined weight of four hundred and two pounds...they’re Young...they’re Spooky. Splatterday and Nightcrawler! The Frightners!”
The Frighteners each take one side of the walkway as they approach the ring, moving along the crowd in a creeping, sneaky manner. At random points, one of them throws up their hands and lunges at a fan, yelling 'BOO! HA HA!!' The reaction is mixed as some fans jerk back, more so laughing out of enjoyment over it. Others just stare back at them, unphased at all. Reaching the ring, Splatterday hops over the top rope, athletically. Nightcrawler launches himself in a slingshot, flipping and landing on one knee and foot, throwing his hands up in the 'Boo' pose again. Splatterday poses behind him with his hands in the same motion. They hold the pose for a moment before moving to their corner as their music fades.
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
“Their opponent...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 his opponents with the cold, calculated look of a maniacal genius.
~DING DING DING~
Ethan Skinner came out of his corner, hands up and ready to go. On the opposite side of the ring, Splatterday and Nightcrawler stood, conversing and looked to be deciding who would move in on him first. They both seemed insistent that themselves go in. Finally, they settled on a game of rock paper scissors. Both came up with scissors. They looked at each other and shrugged. They rolled again and both came up with rock. They looked at each other again and, hilariously, started to argue over the other copying his choice. The crowd laughed and the two looked at them, throwing their hands up.
“Not funny!” Splatterday called out.
“What are y’all laughing at?!” Nightcrawler said.
HANSON
“Ummmm...I think there’s some miscommunication between the brothers here.”
AUGUSTINO
“These boys are so fucking cute.”
Again, the Frightners rolled a game of rock, paper, scissors and came up with...paper. Both of them. Splatterday threw up his hands and Nightcrawler spread his arms out. Ethan Skinner stood by, looking at the two like he was at a loss. Having enough of it, he started stepping in for the first attack but Splatterday stuck a hand up in his face, telling him to wait a minute while he and Nightcrawler sorted this out. Ethan stopped in his tracks, looking at the hand. ‘Is this guy serious?’ Splatterday turned to Nightcrawler and motioned with his hands as if to say ‘now listen…’ before suddenly turning and throwing an elbow at Ethan. Ethan ducked under the shot and came around with a series of stiff jabs and forearms, laying right into Splatterday. Splatterday tried to throw one back but Ethan caught it with a block and kept feeding him shots.
On the comical aspect, Nightcrawler stood back watching his brother get laid into with a hand up in front of his face as if he were going ‘Jesus, that’s gotta hurt….’ Finally, Nightcrawler decided to step in and tapped Ethan on the shoulder from behind. Ethan turned around and Nightcrawler lunged right in his face with his hands up.
“BOO!”
Ethan jerked back with a bewildered look. What the hell is wrong with these two? Nightcrawler pointed and laughed at Ethan before turning to the crowd as if to say ‘you see him jump?!’ He turned back to Ethan then, shaking a finger up in his face.
“YOU GOT SPOOKED!”
The crowd joined un.
YOU GOT SPOOKED!
YOU GOT SPOOKED!
YOU GOT SPOOKED!
YOU GOT SPOOKED!
Ethan Skinner just stood there, looking at Nightcrawler and the crowd like they were a bunch of idiots. In the middle of Nightcrawler leading the chant, Ethan lashed out with a forearm and caught him in the jaw. Now it was the smaller Frightner getting backed up into a corner as Ethan started delivering jabs and knees. After a moment, Ethan turned to check on Splatterday and ended up dashing out of the way as the bigger of the brothers came diving in with a big splash and landed right on his brother. Splatterday, realizing what he’d done, backed up from the corner with his hands up apologetically to his brother. Nightcrawler fell to the mat, reeling. As Splatterday stepped towards him to check on his brother, he turned just in time as Ethan came running in and delivered a vicious spear to the midsection!
HANSON
“BLACK ARROW!”
AUGUSTINO
“DAAAAAMN! This match only just got started!”
Ethan Skinner posted up in the corner, prepping with a quick haka before he hunched down and got his fist ready as the brothers started getting to their feet. He watched them to see which one did first. Ethan didn’t notice the crowd starting to cheer.
HANSON
“Here comes the TKP!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nevermind that shit! Here comes Willy The Mangler!”
Down the ramp came Great White North and Army of Darkness member, and one half of the Army of Darkness, William “The Mangler” Mannheim. Dressed in simple jeans and an A.O.D t-shirt, Mannheim carried with him the Folding Steel Title - that barbwire wrapped chair with the name spray painted in red on it. He didn’t appear to be trying to sneak. Nor did he seem to be in a rush. He just calmly and purposefully walked down the ramp with a look of purpose on his face.
Inside the ring, Nightcrawler got to his feet and Ethan Skinner came out of the ring with the TKP - Total Knockout Punch. Just as he landed it, William Mannheim slid into the ring and got to his feet. Ethan Skinner turned around to go for the cover and WHACK!!! Mannheim smashed the barbwire chair right over his head with such force, it looked more like it caused Skinner to crumple inward rather than just hit the mat. William Mannheim stood over Ethan Skinner and rained down shots on him over and over with the weapon, beating him relentlessly.
HANSON
“William Mannheim is assaulting Ethan Skinner! We know they don’t get along on social media but what spurred this on?!”
AUGUSTINO
“No idea, Nick! Look at those shots, though!”
After several strikes, Mannheim threw the chair down to the mat and picked Ethan up to his feet. Blood ran down Ethan’s torso and face from the barbwire chair shots. William Mannheim lifted Ethan Skinner up onto his shoulders in a Crucifix position and hit the Deliverance right onto the chair. The crowd reacted emphatically.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
HANSON
“MY...GOD!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“DIOS...FUCKING...MIO!!”
William Mannheim got to his feet, pulling the chair out from underneath Ethan Skinner before looking to see the Frightners watching him from the corner. Grinning, the big 6’10” man looked down at Ethan and back up at them with raised eyebrows before walking over and exiting the ring.
MANGLER!
MANGLER!
MANGLER!
MANGLER!
HANSON
“What the hell just happened?!”
AUGUSTINO
“I think we just saw Willy get fed up with Dominion of Pain bullshit, Nick!”
Here, Mannheim walked up to the camera and pointed at it with his chair.
“I told you, Judas. Leash your fucking dog or I’ll put him down.” Without another word, William Mannheim, scowling that spine chilling scowl of his, calmly walked backstage and disappeared. Back inside the ring, Nightcrawler and Splatterday looked back and forth between each other and their battered opponent. Excitedly, they scrambled over and dogpiled over onto he man and the referee counted the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
To the pop of the crowd, “Spooky Scary Skeletons” played as The Frightners jumped up and high fived, absolutely stoked.
AUGUSTINO
“Here are your winners! Splatterday! Nightcrawler! The Frightners!”
HANSON
“Wow! So The Frightners score their first win in NFW over The Maori Warrior, Ethan Skinner! Asterisk: thanks to a little help from William Mannheim but there you have it, folks!”
Winners: The Frightners
Result: Pinfall
Time: 7:09
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The camera shifts backstage where we see Morgan Payne sitting on an equipment box, playing on her phone in one hand. Her jaw moves slightly, indicating she’s chewing gum. She’s chewing...and smoking. The member of the Kingdom and it’s inner Collective is dressed in her ring gear, already. She rubs one of her eyes with her thumb and sighs softly.
“Excuse me, Morgan? Morgan!” A voice calls from off screen.
Morgan looks up at the ceiling and rolls her eyes. “Swear t’gawd. Ya tell me t’put my Newport out, I’mma snuff it right in ya fuckin’--” Morgan looks to directly address who it is and stops, looking more annoyed than angry now. “Oh...you….”
Josh Davidson steps into frame with his microphone. Morgan drags on her cigarette, and cracks her gum in between her teeth. “Fuck you want?” Smoke seeps out of her lips as she speaks until she blows the rest out. Josh leans back to avoid catching it in his face as much as he can.
“Sorry to interrupt, Morgan. Were you busy?” Josh asked tentatively. Always timid around someone the likes of her.
Morgan ‘pshhed’ and clicked her phone into lock position. “Nah. Fuck most of these bitches on here, n’at. Whatchu want?”
“I just thought I’d ask you about your match tonight. You challenged Shelley Silver directly but you made sure to say there’s no bad blood between you two. What do you hope to accomplish from this match?”
Morgan looks at Josh like he’s stupid. “Whattaya fuckin’ thick in the head? Ya got shit around ya brain? I wanna win!” Josh nods and opens his mouth to speak but Morgan cuts him off. “Look. I ain’t been booked in singles action since I lost the Women’s TV Title. Lost it to someone that I already beat and defended it against two weeks prior. Ever since then, I’ve had one fuckin’ match and that was back before Invasion, taggin’ wif Rissa to earn a number one contender spot for the Women’s Tag Titles. We lost and I ain’t seen shit since. I had one match over in California before that company shut down. I lost that one. I’ve been signed with Hybrid for over a month and they can’t even put me on the lower cahd for the last show they ran. I’m fuckin’ pissed, Josh! I’m either losin’ or I’m flat aht not gettin’ booked. Shelley Silver’s right…”
Morgan pauses and looks into the camera, raising her tone some. “Base pay ain’t fuckin’ shit when ya stahtin’ aht! I mean I ain’t gotta worry abaht eatin’. My girls, we take care o’each other. But yanno? Those checks were nice when I had that title that Eavan’s got right nah. Shit, I’ve been signed with NFW for over a year. Ain’t we sposed t’get a fuckin’ raise when we bust our asses enough? Or is it cause I don’t fit the fuckin’...shit what’s the word…?” Morgan huffs in frustration. “I don’t confirm to fuckin’ standards! Is that it? I drink. I smoke. I curse enough to make Popeye blush. I’m in love with three women and not just one. I don’t fit the bill so to hell wif Morgan Payne, yeah? Well lemme tell ya somethin’: to hell wif every fuckin’ one of yinz! Yeah, we got ‘unorthodox’ ways in The Kingdom. Sure. Who doesn’t? Anyone else goes aht there they thumb someone in the eye or they kick ‘em in the dick, yinz are all ‘awwwww damn! That’s my dude! That’s my girl!’”
Morgan paused, looking at the camera disgusted. “We mind our own fuckin’ business until someone opens their mouth and we say ‘well fuck you too, bitch’ and yinz get all up in ahms ‘ermahgerd! The lesbian cult is so mean!’ Bitch, fuuuuuck you! Fuck you! There’s people trynna run us outta our jobs. Trynna split us apaht. And we’re the fuckin’ bad guys? Fuck that. So yeah, I’m pissed Josh. And I challenged Shelley Silver to a match because frankly? I need to punch someone hahd right in the fuckin’ face and I know she can take it. Unlike the rest of the social media badasses who hide behind their fuckin’ keyboards. Yeah, that goes for some people here, too. People who I thought were my friends until I found somethin’ to make me happy for once in my miserable fuckin’ life. They wanna talk shit and act like they’re so high and fuckin’ mighty. Fuck alla yinz!”
Morgan cracked her gum and took a heavy drag on her Newport before throwing the burning butt right into the camera lens and blew the smoke out. Her next words that come out are in Italian. “So chi sei anche tu. Non pensare che non ti farò esplodere il culo dove cazzo fa male. Forse ho già.” Morgan cracks her gum and starts to turn from the camera. “Fighe….” She starts walking down the hallway, digging into her jacket pocket for her pack of Newports.
“Uhh...Morgan?” Josh calls out to her.
“Fuck off, strofina….” Morgan calls back, lighting another Newport as she walks away. The camera jumps back to ringside.
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[Match #6. “The Son of the Damned” Darius Crowley v. Wyld Stallion © ]
HANSON
“Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! It is time for some championship action!”
Standing in the ring, Miranda Augustino’s voice flows throughout the ringside area as she calls into the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Television Championship!”
The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.
1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.
AUGUSTINO
"Making his way to the ring, at this time is the challenger...representing the Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"
As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the stage with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.
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.
~DING DING DING~
This was a match where the energy could be felt in the air as Wyld Stallion stared across the ring at his next challenger, Darius Crowley. Stallion took a deep breath and let it out. Crowley stared back with a stoic expression as he walked to the center of the ring to meet the defending champion. The two began to circle the mat, waiting to lock up. Darius, however, as he usually did against a new opponent, was all about testing reflexes and instinct. He feigned a couple of lunges at Stallion to see how he would react. Each time, Stallion brought his hands up more, ready to lock up with the man if he tried. Darius shot his knee up and kicked his leg out a few times to text Stallion's quickness. He was able to bring his shin up for a block each time until Darius feigned a kick with his right leg but then his left leg came in with a hard smack against Stallion's thigh. Stallion reeled, grimacing from the impact.
HANSON
"Hssssssss, ouch! Those kicks from Darius Crowley. You've gotta wonder if Buzzsaw had a hand in his training."
AUGUSTINO
"I like to dig, Nick. I did a little on Darius. He's actually a black belt in taekwondo and he vigorously studies muay thai. He incorporates a lot of that offense into his moveset, as you've probably seen."
HANSON
"We have a few individuals with legitimate backgrounds. Shelley Silver and Ethan Skinner are both judoka, I believe the term is. Practitioners of Judo. Silver also has other black belts in various forms. Buzzsaw stepped away from an untarnished MMA career to return to NFW. He was a champion, Miranda. A light heavyweight champion. He vacated his title when he received the call to the Dominion of Pain. Jasmine Matthews; also a history in MMA."
AUGUSTINO
"I hear she's teaching Morgan Payne, now, too."
HANSON
"Oh, nice! Then we also have Max LeBrun and Tyson Law. I've seen both of them do things you usually see in movies and they make it look easy."
AUGUSTINO
"Well, most people go for a run when they do cardio. Max LeBrun does freerunning."
HANSON
"Like parkour?"
AUGUSTINO
"Yup! Man's not human."
HANSON
"I'll have to see if there's any videos of that. Anyway, so we're back to this Television Title Match and these two are still feeling one another out. Darius Crowley looks like he's trying to get inside the head of Wyld Stallion, here."
AUGUSTINO
"Might be working."
Inside the ring, Darius Crowley was still taking pot shots with his kicks at Wyld Stallion, striking him in both legs. This was combined with the man throwing quick air punches Stallion's way, not hitting him but ending each flurry with a light 'tap' across the head with one hand once Stallion left himself open. The crowd buzzed as Stallion grew frustrated but Darius simply watched him with an amused gleam in his eyes on his emotionless face. Finally, the man relented and motioned for Stallion to 'let's go'. Both men lunged in and locked up, tight. Immediately, Darius Crowley went slightly unorthodox when he moved his hand from Stallion's bicep and reached over, grabbing the wrist of his own hand that was holding onto Stallion's head. This maneuver placed Darius' forearm right in Stallion's face. The defending champion struggled against the lockup, trying to move his head to decrease the discomfort from having Crowley's forearm shoved against his face. Using this to his advantage, Darius Crowley pushed Wyld Stallion back into the ropes. As the ref began to count, he got to '4' before Darius finally transitioned from the lockup and performed a Latigo, sending Stallion across the ring. As the masked man ran into the opposite side of the ropes, Crowley threw himself across the mat and rolled into a dropdown to try and trip Wyld Stallion up. Stallion managed to bound over him and go across the ring. Crowley popped up onto his feet and ran to meet Stallion. Still running, Stallion went to jump over Crowley, but Crowley snapped him right into his arms, using his momentum and slammed the champion down into a powerslam right in the center of the ring and hooked the leg.
ONE!!
TWO!!
HANSON
"AND WYLD STALLION KICKS OUT OF AN EARLY PIN ATTEMPT!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Early? Yes. Did it look like that mighta been it, though? Also, yes!"
As Stallion sat up, Crowley got back to his feet and stepped back from behind him, sizing his opponent up. He ran in, delivering a stiff soccer kick directly to the spine. Stallion reacted in pain. Crowley ran off of the ropes and came in with a sliding lariat, driving Stallion back down to the mat. Darius Crowley stepped out of the ring and went for a slingshot senton. At the last second, however, Wyld Stallion got the knees up, causing Darius to land across them, right on his back. Darius sat up, a hand on his back as he reeled while Wyld Stallion got to his feet and hit a standing dropkick right there between his shoulders. Darius fell back and Stallion took his turn now, running to the ropes and springboarding back into a Phoenix Splash right on top of him. The crowd popped for the maneuver as it was considered a signature for the man. Stallion hooked the leg and went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
But Darius Crowley kicked out and shoved Wyld Stallion right off of him and came up onto a knee. with both men staring each other down.
HANSON
"This match is heating up and this Denver crowd is loving it!"
AUGUSTINO
"Are we gonna see a new champion, Nick?! Or is Stallion gonna retain?!"
HANSON
"He's facing an undefeated opponent, in Darius Crowley!
The match continued with Wyld Stallion dishing out his high flying, stiff hitting arsenal against the self proclaimed Son of the Damned. Stallion wrestled with the heart of a warrior, refusing to take Darius Crowley's own brutal offense laying down. Darius Crowley, too, refused to stay down against his opponents attacks. For every strike Stallion delivered to him, it seemed like he was intent on dishing it back even harder. The crowd was on their feet the entire time as each man continued to give and take everything they could, eventually ending up with both Crowley and Stallion barely able to stand steady on their feet.
In the final moments, it looked like Darius Crowley was about to put an end to things when he ran in on a dazed Wyld Stallion and went for a bicycle knee strike but Stallion managed to move out of the way and Crowley went knee first into the turnbuckle. As he stumbled back, Stallion snapped him back with a reverse hurricanrana, driving him onto his neck. The crowd went wild as Wyld Stallion then climbed the turnbuckle, posed to the crowd and hit a stunning 630* Splash on Darius, hooking the man's leg immediately.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
"Here is your winner....AAAND STILL...N! F! W! Television Champion!!! WYYYYYYYLD STAAALLIIIIIIIIIIION!!!"
HANSON
"WYLD STALLION HAS JUST PINNED DARIUS CROWLEY!!!!"
"The Void" ripped through the arena as the referee brought the championship over to Wyld Stallion. As soon as he had it in his hands, Mary Kennedy came running into the ring and threw her arms around him in a big hug.
HANSON
"Still champion folks! And there you see Mary Kennedy! You'll see those two competing together in the upcoming Burning Hearts tournament later this month! But for now, congratulations to our TV champion! Two weeks in a row, ladies and gentlemen! This young man has delivered the first pinfall loss to two top individuals! I can barely believe it!"
Winner: Wyld Stallion
Result: Pinfall
Time: 19:11
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[Match #7. Singles Match - Morgan Payne v. Shelley Silver]
As the opening guitar riff to the song starts, the lights dim down leaving the arena in a darkened state as a police spotlight sweeps over the audience. Three seconds into the riff, the light start flashing a deep, golden yellow.
8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin'
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me.
Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring,
She wears a two way, but I'm not quite sure what that means.
And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
But she doesn't notice me!
On the bridge of the song, the spotlight finally falls on the top of the stairs where the camera falls on Morgan Payne, clad up in her full ring gear. Leather jacket, worn Steelers cap worn backwards. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to her sudden appearance among them. Some cheer her while others boo her in general principal of who she's affiliated with. Morgan doesn't care, obviously, as she looks around at the audience with a stoic expression that slowly curls into a sly smirk. She starts moving down the steps towards the ground level. Following behind her is Sativa Nevaeh.
'Cause she is watchin' wrestling
Creamin' over tough guys
Listenin' to rap metal
Turntables in her eyes
It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She's the girl all the bad guys want!
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring; from McKeesport in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Being accompanied by the NFW Women's Champion, Sativa Nevaeh!! Representing the Kingdom AND the House of Payne! MORGAN!! PAYNE!!”
Morgan moves down the steps as the camera stays with her. As she gets closer and closer to the bottom, she starts shaking out her fists at her side, loosening up for the upcoming match. As she does, fans on the ends of the aisles excitedly offer out their plastic cups of beer. At one point, Morgan randomly stops and accepts a cup from one fan and slams the entire thing back. She chugs down most of it with a little but dribbling down her chin and neck. She then tosses the cup over her shoulder, and gives daps to the fan she got the beer from. She continues her way down the stairs until she gets to the bottom. Now, her focus is honed in on the ring as she picks up the pace into a brisk, all business walk towards the barrier and hops right over it.
She likes the Godsmack and I like Agent Orange
Her CD changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad
She says she'd like to score some reefer and a forty
She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have
And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
She'll never notice me!
Morgan stalks her way around the ring as the song continues, before climbing up onto the apron and entering through the top and middle ropes where she then hops on the balls of her feet inside the ring, rolling her neck. She's so amped up, the referee has to make her stop while they check her gloves and kneepads before she removes her jacket, flannel shirt from around her waist and her Steelers cap, handing it off to the attendant on the outside. She squats and leans forward, resting her elbows on her thighs as she rocks side to side on her feet, ready and waiting....
Shelley Silver walks out onto the stage with Sloane Cameron by her side as "I am the Fire" beings to play. The Silver Mountain Championship rests on her shoulder as she holds it up, proudly.
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! From Seattle, Washington… She is the leader of the Raindrops AND...she is the Silver Mountain Champion… SHELLEY! SILVER!”
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.
~DING DING DING~
As soon as the bell rang, Shelley Silver and Morgan Payne came to the center of the ring to exchange a handshake. Shelley offered it out and Morgan took it, visibly squeezing firmly with that new aggression in her eyes. Shelley looked down at their hands with a grin. Amused at Morgan's recently increased ferocity. When Morgan finally let go of Shelley's hand, the two backed up a few feet and circled around the mat. As they did, the crowd began to chant loudly, amped up before the initial tie up even happened.
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
As the two woman stepped in to lock up, Morgan shot in low and got behind Shelley to administer a waistlock. Shelley wriggled to try and get out of the hold, throwing her elbows back to try and catch Morgan in the side of the head. Morgan, however, was showing an increased discipline in evading the strikes. She'd been training, evidently. Honing her craft. She definitely wasn't letting up on the hold until Shelley managed to slide her thumbs in between her body and Morgan's arms and force them down to around her hips before thrusting outward, causing Morgan's hands to separate and break the waistlock. Shelley immediately grabbed one of the younger woman's arms and twisted it right into an arm wringer. Shelley held the wrist tight, interlocking her fingers with Morgan from the back of her hand and used the grip to bend her wrist in. Morgan let out a sharp cry from the twisting of her arm. Shelley loosened and tightened the hold again, getting another sharp cry out of the Kingdom member. Hissing in pain, Morgan turned in and slipped her other arm down between one of Shelley's and her body, breaking the hold and managing to reverse the arm wringer. Morgan grit her teeth as she wrenched Shelley's arm, applying maximum pressure to try and subdue the woman to a knee.
HANSON
"Oh-ho!! And Morgan reverses it! Now she's got Shelley!"
AUGUSTINO
"Morgan looks like she's got full control of her opponent right here, but she better capitalize!"
But before Morgan could even think about that, Shelley hit a forward, quarter roll and then a back roll, coming up onto her knee with one leg behind Morgan's foot. She grabbed onto Morgan's other foot with her free hand and use that with her own leg to perform a modified double leg takedown. Morgan hit the mat and Shelley went right into a kneebar but Morgan scrambled back for the ropes, managing to even drag Shelley about a foot before she was able to reach the ropes and cause the break. Shelley Silver didn't need to be told to break, as she released Morgan's leg and turned up onto a knee with an impressed smirk aimed at the less experienced woman. Morgan, on the other hand, looked up with frustration on her face.
AUGUSTINO
"Oooooh. Payne's not looking happy!"
HANSON
"Understandable. She's facing a tough opponent, but she's not alone. She's got one of her teammates in her corner."
Outside by the apron, Sativa Nevaeh stood, calling up to Morgan that she was doing great. Flustered, Morgan pushed her hair out of her face as Shelley backed up to give space. Morgan kept her eyes on Shelley while turning her head towards Sativa to listen to her. After a moment, Morgan got back up onto her feet and moved to the center of the ring to circle with Shelley again. Once again, the two locked up and jarred for position. They seemed to be almost equals in strength but it was perhaps Morgan's building frustration that gave her the edge she needed against the more experienced woman and pushed Shelley back into the corner, against the turnbuckle. As the referee began the count to five, Morgan broke off at three with her hands coming up. As Shelley started to step out of the corner, Morgan stepped in and hit a knife edged chop. Shelley stumbled back into the corner, clutching her chest. Huffing, Morgan leaned her back and moved her arm out of the way to deliver another chop. The referee warned Morgan to get Shelley out of the corner, so the Kingdom member Irish whipped the Unwanted member across the ring and into the opposite corner. As Morgan came running after her, Shelley turned around to see her coming and hit an up and over, impressively throwing her body over Morgan and causing the woman to slam into the turnbuckle. Shelley quickly turned around, grabbing Morgan in a waistlock and going right into an O'Connor roll German suplex with a bridge.
ONE!
TWO!
But Morgan managed to kick herself out of the bridge pin and started trying to get to her feet. Shelley was up first, helping Morgan up to her feet, delivering a gutwrench suplex. As Morgan moved to get up to her feet, Shelley grabbed her around the head and ran to the ropes, kicking off and hitting a tornado DDT. Morgan grabbed her head as Shelley forced her back down to the mat and straddled her torso, hooking one leg up.
ONE!
TWO!
Morgan managed to get her shoulder up, jerking upwards to shift Shelley off of her chest. With the leg Shelley had hooked, she rotated herself and threw Morgan right into a kneebar like she had earlier. Morgan threw her head back, immediately screaming from the torque. Pounding her fists on the mat, she struggled to try and pull herself back towards the ropes. Shelley had herself braced on the mat, however and wasn't letting Morgan pull herself that way. Morgan began trying to roll over onto her stomach as Sativa Nevaeh came over to that side and called for her to make it over, slapping the mat to get the woman amped up and motivated.
HANSON
"Sativa Nevaeh's calling out to Morgan! Trying to get her to the ropes!"
AUGUSTINO
"Well, it's not breaking the rules! She's acting as Morgan's corner!"
HANSON
"Absolutely!"
It worked as Morgan managed to roll over onto her stomach and starting to crawl to the ropes. Shelley, however, also having been rolled onto her stomach, impressively transitioned into a single leg Boston crab. She wrenched back, slowing Morgan's crawl as the camera focused in on the girl's face, warped with agony. Agony and angry determination as she grit her teeth and continued to try dragging herself to the ropes. Shelley braced her feet as much as she could but Morgan had that freakish power for her size just as much as Shelley did and the Kingdom/Iron Maiden made it to the bottom rope, clinging onto it as the referee called for the break. This time, Shelley held on until two just to get some extra torque in before she let go. Morgan brought her leg in and started trying to pull herself to her feet. Meanwhile, Shelley stepped forward to take hold of her opponent. As soon as Morgan felt hands on her, she threw her elbow back, catching Shelley right in the side of the face. Morgan came away from the ropes, hitting her opponent with a stiff forearm. Shelley stumbled back and Morgan went to for the open window of opportunity, attempting an Irish whip. But Shelley reversed it, sending Morgan into the ropes. As Morgan came off of it, Shelley ran in for a lariat but Morgan ducked under. Instead of hitting the other side of the ropes, however, Morgan managed to turn and 'skid' to a stop, coming down into almost a football posture. As Shelley came off of the ropes again, Morgan burst up and caught the woman up around the legs, hoisting her up, spinning a 180 and delivering a thunderous spinebuster.
AUGUSTINO
"WHOA!!!!"
HANSON
"BRUTAL SPINEBUSTER BY MORGAN PAYNE!! THERE'S THE COVER!!"
ONE!
TWO!
Shelley Silver kicked out!! Morgan Payne sat up in frustration and slapped the mat, yelling an audible 'Fuck!' As the crowd gave a mixed chant. Mostly for Shelley but some still rooting for Morgan despite her new allegiance, Morgan got to her feet and pulled Shelley up with her and delivered a European Uppercut. Shelley stumbled back but came in with a forearm to Morgan's jaw. This one rocked Morgan more than her uppercut had rocked Shelley and Morgan stumbled back, looking like she was about to fall through the top and middle ropes. She caught herself however and pulled herself back in, using the spring in the ropes to launch herself forward into a running lariat that surprised Shelley Silver and knocked her head over heel. Morgan collapsed forward in exhaustion, however, as well, after succeeding in hitting The Faded Line.
HANSON
"FADED LINE!!!! THAT COULD BE IT!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"SHE JUST HAS TO MAKE THE COVER!!!! SHE CAN BEAT THE LEADER OF THE RAINDROPS!!"
Morgan Payne crawled over towards Shelley Silver. Both women's cornermen slapped the mat, calling for them to get up. Sloane Cameron calling out to Shelley Silver. Sativa Nevaeh calling out to Morgan Payne. Shelley Silver managed to roll over and up onto her hands and knees before Morgan was close enough to attempt a cover, so instead, the Kingdom member pulled herself up onto her knees, using Shelley herself and came to face her. Panting heavily, Shelley motioned to Morgan to give it to her. Even visibly mouthing, 'c'mon girl....' Morgan clenched her teeth, and reached out to take Shelley by the hair, getting to her feet and pulling Shelley up with her. Once they were both standing, Morgan hit a stiff chop across the chest. Shelley reeled, putting a hand where Morgan struck but turned right back into her face and could be seen saying 'quit fucking around and hit me!' Morgan huffed and hit another chop. As Shelley began recovering from it, Morgan grabbed her around the head and drove a knee into her ribs before whipping her into the corner. Without wasting a second this time, Morgan came in with a running knife edged chop before quickly throwing Shelley into a forward roll on the mat. She came running off the ropes on the other side, then, hitting a basement dropkick that knocked Shelley against the ropes itself, effectively completing Yoi Yoi Double Yoi! But Shelley rolled out of the ring from the impact and hit the floor.
AUGUSTINO
"I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW YOU SAY IT BUT THERE'S SOME MASSIVE OFFENSE FROM PAYNE TO SILVER!"
HANSON
"YOI YOI DOUBLE YOI, MIRANDA!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Thanks, Nick!"
HANSON
"I don't know what it means but that's what it's called!"
Morgan laid back on the mat, panting and catching her breath for a moment with the crowd screaming in her ear as well as Sativa Nevaeh calling for her to get Shelley back in the ring and capitalize. Morgan rolled out of the ring just as the referee started the count and picked Shelley up, throwing her back in the ring to immediately try for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--!
Shelley Silver kicked out just at the last possible second and Morgan Payne fell back in frustration, covering her eyes with her palms. Again, Sloane and Sativa were calling for their girls to get to their feet. Morgan made it up first, rolling her arm, and warming up for another Faded Line. As Shelley saw it coming, however, she slipped around behind Morgan and grabbed her in a waistlock, delivering a high angled German Suplex. Morgan crashed down on her neck to an emphatic sound from the crowd and writhed on the floor as Shelley got to her feet. The Leader of the Raindrops waited for her opponent to get to her feet before running in for a Shotgun Dropkick, slamming Morgan back into the corner. With the window of opportunity open, Shelley got to her feet quickly and ran to the opposite corner to set up. She barely took a second before dashing across the ring and came flying up feet first into Morgan’s face hard enough to send spit flying and Morgan’s head snapping back before she collapsed to the mat.
HANSON
“SILVER BULLET!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“AND YOU HEARD THAT ONE!!”
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!! SHELLEY...SILVEEEERRRRR!!”
As “I Am The Fire” played throughout the arena, Shelley Silver had her arm raised by the referee. Meanwhile, Sativa Nevaeh helped a distraught Morgan Payne out of the ring. As Morgan held the back of her neck, Sativa walked with her, reassuring her that she did well. Still, Morgan kicked the barricade out of anger until Sativa was able to calm her down and walk her to the back.
Winner: Shelley Silver
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:58
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*An old black and white movie showing men 50 feet away from the camera walking into a snow-covered forest. The old reel skips in places, every so often there seem to be small jumps in time. The men all carry buckets and appear to be laughing silently as soft music plays. A soothing male voice speaks over the music*
"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."
*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*
"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."
*Dark brown, viscous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*
"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"
*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"
*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*
"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"
*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*
"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"
*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*
"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"
*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*
"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."
"Man, fuck the kids..."
*Rick looks into the camera*
"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."
*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*
"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"
*The off camera voice again audible*
"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."
*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*
"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."
*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscous, looking almost like real blood*
"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"
*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera*
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The camera crew catch up with Eavan Maloney backstage in the trainer’s room, yelling in pain as the medical staff on hand are stitching her up. Her eye was already starting to swell as the medics put something to compress it. Meanwhile, Anton, banged up himself is trying to calm Eavan down and growling at the doctors every time Eavan screams in pain. There’s a knock at the door and backstage interviewer Amy Connors peeks her head in.
“I wondered if we can get an update on Miss Maloney’s status.”
The medic finishing up the stitches has a grim look on his face.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow Miss Maloney to compete tonight.”
Eavan sits up quickly, almost falling off the gurney due to dizziness, and shakes her head.
“No. I WILL defend tonight.”
Anton takes her by the shoulder with considerable force and has her turn to him.
“If the doctors say you can’t compete, you’re not competing. You know full well he’s right. You’ve had a concussion, you can barely see out of your left eye, you just had stitches put in.”
Eavan is grinding her teeth, the look of rage evident on her face. Her fists still bloody from the assault.
“I’ve fought through worse. I’ll sign waivers, whatever. I’m going to that ring. If you’ll excuse me…”
Eavan tries getting off the gurney and falls to the floor. Anton and the medics quickly tend to her and they push Connors and the cameraman out of the room.
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[Match #8. Singles Match - “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams v. “The Demon Warrior” Eavan Maloney]
Miranda Augustino stands in the center of the ring with the microphone again.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
ONE FALL!!
AUGUSTINO
“Yeeeaaah, bitches! And it’s for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!”
The lights go out as “Summer Breeze” by Type O Negative comes on through the speakers. The lights come on around the ramp and stage as a dark, eerie red shade. Almost reaching violet as candles light up along the stage and a glowing red pentagram lights up on the center of the stage. Each point of the pentagram has a burning candle on the end. Throughout the audience, lighters are seen, helping to set the mood of the scene.
See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright
As the lyrics start, the center of the pentagram is revealed, upon closer inspection, to be hollowed out. Suddenly, however, it is slowly filled as the panel below raises up, bringing “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams, up onto the stage. Cherry is crouched but once the panel is raised in place, she slowly, sensually, stands to her feet, slowly spreading out her arms like a demon stretching her arms upon her ascent to Earth.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first!! From The Endless Void!!! She is The Walking Contradiction!! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”
Cherry Addams steps out of the pentagram, approaching the ring seductively and methodically as she watches the ring with a blood thirsty little smile on her lips.
See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor
Upon reaching the ring, Cherry climbs up onto the apron and flexibly slides under the bottom rope, moving to her corner.
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?”
HANSON
"Wait, where is she?"
AUGUSTINO
“She did say she was going to fight but we saw her collapse coming off the gurney…”
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
HANSON
"She’s not out here. This is bad."
AUGUSTINO
“Hang on, I just got handed something. I have to go to the ring.”
Augustino takes off her headset and grabs a microphone and steps into the ring as Eavan’s music stops. The crowd boos, and Augustino nods in agreeance with them.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen, I just received word from management that if Eavan Maloney doesn’t make it to the ring before the referee’s count of 10, Eavan Maloney will be forced to forfeit her NFW Women’s Television championship. Eav, I think I have a pretty good idea the type of person you are. You’re a warrior. You can do this.”
Augustino hands the microphone back to the referee as he starts his count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
The crowd starts to cheer loudly as Eavan Maloney staggers out alone, dragging her title behind her. The referee gets to 8 as Eavan makes her way down the ramp slowly, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, and somehow makes a run for the ring and slides in just before the referee got to 10. She curls up in the corner as the referee checks on her. Eavan nods emphatically and hands him the title. Eavan pulls herself up by the ropes as the referee goes to the timekeeper. Even Cherry herself walks over and tries to tell Eavan to reconsider. Eavan lets go of the ropes and steadies herself before lifting up both middle fingers to Cherry’s face.
HANSON
“And Eavan Maloney is ready to go!! She’s definitely not one hundred percent in body but she’s all there in spirit!”
~DING DING DING~
Eavan and Cherry are in the ring as the ref raises the Women’s Television Championship up and presents it to the crowd. Eavan is definitely not looking one hundred percent after the earlier encounter she had with Jasmine as the ref calls for the bell. Cherry notices and she immediately takes advantage, spearing Eavan and turning the champion inside out almost immediately and goes for a very quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry picks Eavan up off the mat and sends her off into the corner. Eavan hits the turnbuckles and as she does, Cherry comes charging in and delivers a corner splash before picking up the champion and taking her down with a vertical suplex. Cherry holds onto Eavan as she stands up and this time delivers a northern lights suplex and bridges for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry grabs Eavan by the hair and picks her up, sending her off into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt and hits the ropes once more. Eavan comes off the ropes and launches herself, looking for a crossbody, but Cherry catches her and lifts her up on her shoulders. Cherry looks to deliver a Death Valley Driver, but Eavan delivers a few well placed elbows to the side of the head of Cherry causing her to drop the champion. Eavan lands on her feet and winces showing the pain she’s in right now from everything, but she battles on. Eavan hits the ropes and delivers a dropkick to the front of Cherry’s knees dropping her down. Eavan once again hits the ropes and when she comes off, delivers a shining wizard and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eavan climbs to the top rope and she looks to hit Twisted Demon, but Cherry gets her knees up, driving them into the champion’s back. Eavan rolls around in an immense amount of pain as she grabs the small of her back. Cherry gets back up to her feet and grabs Eavan and lifts her up. She sends Eavan into the ropes and as Eavan comes off the ropes, Cherry delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and just holds Eavan across her knee. Cherry pushes down on the head and midsection of Eavan, putting more pressure on Eavan’s injured back. Eavan screams out in pain and the ref asks if she wants to quit, but she shakes her head no. Cherry picks Eavan up off her knee and just picks her up and slams her down hard onto the mat.
HANSON
“My GOD!! Maybe Eavan should have just forfeited, I mean she can always come back and regain the title….”
AUGUSTINO
“I know what I said in the ring to her, but part of me has to agree. She’s gonna end up getting hurt, at this rate.”
Cherry then turns Eavan onto her back and hits the ropes. Cherry comes off the ropes and delivers a senton splash right to the back of Eavan who screams in pain once again. Cherry picks Eavan up and once again sends her into the ropes. Eavan though holds onto the ropes and Cherry comes charging in, looking for a clothesline, but Eavan drops down holding onto the top rope and causing Cherry to be dumped to the floor with her face bouncing off the apron. Cherry stumbles back and Eavan notices this as she still holds her back. Eavan hits the ropes and comes diving through the middle and bottom rope and delivers a suicide dive to Cherry, driving her into the barricade. Eavan stands up and grabs Cherry, looking to deliver an exploder suplex out on the floor, but as she attempts to lift her, the champion’s back gives out. Cherry takes this opportunity to take Eavan and driver her back first into the apron before delivering a snap suplex on the floor. Cherry picks Eavan up and rolls her into the ring. Cherry follows after and immediately goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry picks Eavan up and looks to deliver a vertical suplex, but Eavan lands on her feet and as she does, grabs Cherry and delivers a lung blower before transitioning it into the Krigare Lock! Cherry screams out and the ref gets right in position for a possible submission. Cherry fights and fights, trying to get out of the hold, but after almost thirty seconds, Cherry has no choice but to tap out as Eavan releases the hold.
HANSON
“She got it!!! She’s tapping!!!! Cherry’s tapping!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hoooly shit!!!! That’s my fucking girl!!!”
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings as Miranda Augustino throws off her head set and grabs the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner! And STILL NFW Women’s Television Champion!! EAVAN!! MALONEY!!”
Miranda drops the microphone and steps over the barricade, running into the ring to go to Eavan. She pulls her friend into a hug as Anton Crowley arrives at the ring to join in the celebration as “Are You Ready?” blasts throughout the arena. Anton and Miranda help Eavan up to her feet with Miranda letting Eavan hang an arm around her neck as Anton helps her raise her title victoriously.
Outside the ring, Cherry Addams stalks towards the back ramp, holding her neck, looking frustrated as hell as she watched Eavan in the ring. All of a sudden, the lights in the arena go completely out. The crowd buzzes with concern. This isn’t another Ultra-Violence attack is it?
HANSON
“Oh dear. Folks...I wish I knew what was going on but I can’t say. I hope it’s nothing too---”
Nick Hanson is cut off by the roar of the crowd as the video wall comes to life with a group of Japanese school children standing in a field under a tree. They hold hands and dance in a circle around another student, covering her eyes.
HANSON
“Ohhhhhh wait a minute!”
As Nick Hanson says this, a single feminine voice is heard singing through the speakers in a slow, eerily taunting tone.
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The camera shifts backstage where we see Morgan Payne sitting on an equipment box, playing on her phone in one hand. Her jaw moves slightly, indicating she’s chewing gum. She’s chewing...and smoking. The member of the Kingdom and it’s inner Collective is dressed in her ring gear, already. She rubs one of her eyes with her thumb and sighs softly.
“Excuse me, Morgan? Morgan!” A voice calls from off screen.
Morgan looks up at the ceiling and rolls her eyes. “Swear t’gawd. Ya tell me t’put my Newport out, I’mma snuff it right in ya fuckin’--” Morgan looks to directly address who it is and stops, looking more annoyed than angry now. “Oh...you….”
Josh Davidson steps into frame with his microphone. Morgan drags on her cigarette, and cracks her gum in between her teeth. “Fuck you want?” Smoke seeps out of her lips as she speaks until she blows the rest out. Josh leans back to avoid catching it in his face as much as he can.
“Sorry to interrupt, Morgan. Were you busy?” Josh asked tentatively. Always timid around someone the likes of her.
Morgan ‘pshhed’ and clicked her phone into lock position. “Nah. Fuck most of these bitches on here, n’at. Whatchu want?”
“I just thought I’d ask you about your match tonight. You challenged Shelley Silver directly but you made sure to say there’s no bad blood between you two. What do you hope to accomplish from this match?”
Morgan looks at Josh like he’s stupid. “Whattaya fuckin’ thick in the head? Ya got shit around ya brain? I wanna win!” Josh nods and opens his mouth to speak but Morgan cuts him off. “Look. I ain’t been booked in singles action since I lost the Women’s TV Title. Lost it to someone that I already beat and defended it against two weeks prior. Ever since then, I’ve had one fuckin’ match and that was back before Invasion, taggin’ wif Rissa to earn a number one contender spot for the Women’s Tag Titles. We lost and I ain’t seen shit since. I had one match over in California before that company shut down. I lost that one. I’ve been signed with Hybrid for over a month and they can’t even put me on the lower cahd for the last show they ran. I’m fuckin’ pissed, Josh! I’m either losin’ or I’m flat aht not gettin’ booked. Shelley Silver’s right…”
Morgan pauses and looks into the camera, raising her tone some. “Base pay ain’t fuckin’ shit when ya stahtin’ aht! I mean I ain’t gotta worry abaht eatin’. My girls, we take care o’each other. But yanno? Those checks were nice when I had that title that Eavan’s got right nah. Shit, I’ve been signed with NFW for over a year. Ain’t we sposed t’get a fuckin’ raise when we bust our asses enough? Or is it cause I don’t fit the fuckin’...shit what’s the word…?” Morgan huffs in frustration. “I don’t confirm to fuckin’ standards! Is that it? I drink. I smoke. I curse enough to make Popeye blush. I’m in love with three women and not just one. I don’t fit the bill so to hell wif Morgan Payne, yeah? Well lemme tell ya somethin’: to hell wif every fuckin’ one of yinz! Yeah, we got ‘unorthodox’ ways in The Kingdom. Sure. Who doesn’t? Anyone else goes aht there they thumb someone in the eye or they kick ‘em in the dick, yinz are all ‘awwwww damn! That’s my dude! That’s my girl!’”
Morgan paused, looking at the camera disgusted. “We mind our own fuckin’ business until someone opens their mouth and we say ‘well fuck you too, bitch’ and yinz get all up in ahms ‘ermahgerd! The lesbian cult is so mean!’ Bitch, fuuuuuck you! Fuck you! There’s people trynna run us outta our jobs. Trynna split us apaht. And we’re the fuckin’ bad guys? Fuck that. So yeah, I’m pissed Josh. And I challenged Shelley Silver to a match because frankly? I need to punch someone hahd right in the fuckin’ face and I know she can take it. Unlike the rest of the social media badasses who hide behind their fuckin’ keyboards. Yeah, that goes for some people here, too. People who I thought were my friends until I found somethin’ to make me happy for once in my miserable fuckin’ life. They wanna talk shit and act like they’re so high and fuckin’ mighty. Fuck alla yinz!”
Morgan cracked her gum and took a heavy drag on her Newport before throwing the burning butt right into the camera lens and blew the smoke out. Her next words that come out are in Italian. “So chi sei anche tu. Non pensare che non ti farò esplodere il culo dove cazzo fa male. Forse ho già.” Morgan cracks her gum and starts to turn from the camera. “Fighe….” She starts walking down the hallway, digging into her jacket pocket for her pack of Newports.
“Uhh...Morgan?” Josh calls out to her.
“Fuck off, strofina….” Morgan calls back, lighting another Newport as she walks away. The camera jumps back to ringside.
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[Match #6. “The Son of the Damned” Darius Crowley v. Wyld Stallion © ]
HANSON
“Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! It is time for some championship action!”
Standing in the ring, Miranda Augustino’s voice flows throughout the ringside area as she calls into the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Television Championship!”
The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.
1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.
AUGUSTINO
"Making his way to the ring, at this time is the challenger...representing the Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"
As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the stage with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.
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.
~DING DING DING~
This was a match where the energy could be felt in the air as Wyld Stallion stared across the ring at his next challenger, Darius Crowley. Stallion took a deep breath and let it out. Crowley stared back with a stoic expression as he walked to the center of the ring to meet the defending champion. The two began to circle the mat, waiting to lock up. Darius, however, as he usually did against a new opponent, was all about testing reflexes and instinct. He feigned a couple of lunges at Stallion to see how he would react. Each time, Stallion brought his hands up more, ready to lock up with the man if he tried. Darius shot his knee up and kicked his leg out a few times to text Stallion's quickness. He was able to bring his shin up for a block each time until Darius feigned a kick with his right leg but then his left leg came in with a hard smack against Stallion's thigh. Stallion reeled, grimacing from the impact.
HANSON
"Hssssssss, ouch! Those kicks from Darius Crowley. You've gotta wonder if Buzzsaw had a hand in his training."
AUGUSTINO
"I like to dig, Nick. I did a little on Darius. He's actually a black belt in taekwondo and he vigorously studies muay thai. He incorporates a lot of that offense into his moveset, as you've probably seen."
HANSON
"We have a few individuals with legitimate backgrounds. Shelley Silver and Ethan Skinner are both judoka, I believe the term is. Practitioners of Judo. Silver also has other black belts in various forms. Buzzsaw stepped away from an untarnished MMA career to return to NFW. He was a champion, Miranda. A light heavyweight champion. He vacated his title when he received the call to the Dominion of Pain. Jasmine Matthews; also a history in MMA."
AUGUSTINO
"I hear she's teaching Morgan Payne, now, too."
HANSON
"Oh, nice! Then we also have Max LeBrun and Tyson Law. I've seen both of them do things you usually see in movies and they make it look easy."
AUGUSTINO
"Well, most people go for a run when they do cardio. Max LeBrun does freerunning."
HANSON
"Like parkour?"
AUGUSTINO
"Yup! Man's not human."
HANSON
"I'll have to see if there's any videos of that. Anyway, so we're back to this Television Title Match and these two are still feeling one another out. Darius Crowley looks like he's trying to get inside the head of Wyld Stallion, here."
AUGUSTINO
"Might be working."
Inside the ring, Darius Crowley was still taking pot shots with his kicks at Wyld Stallion, striking him in both legs. This was combined with the man throwing quick air punches Stallion's way, not hitting him but ending each flurry with a light 'tap' across the head with one hand once Stallion left himself open. The crowd buzzed as Stallion grew frustrated but Darius simply watched him with an amused gleam in his eyes on his emotionless face. Finally, the man relented and motioned for Stallion to 'let's go'. Both men lunged in and locked up, tight. Immediately, Darius Crowley went slightly unorthodox when he moved his hand from Stallion's bicep and reached over, grabbing the wrist of his own hand that was holding onto Stallion's head. This maneuver placed Darius' forearm right in Stallion's face. The defending champion struggled against the lockup, trying to move his head to decrease the discomfort from having Crowley's forearm shoved against his face. Using this to his advantage, Darius Crowley pushed Wyld Stallion back into the ropes. As the ref began to count, he got to '4' before Darius finally transitioned from the lockup and performed a Latigo, sending Stallion across the ring. As the masked man ran into the opposite side of the ropes, Crowley threw himself across the mat and rolled into a dropdown to try and trip Wyld Stallion up. Stallion managed to bound over him and go across the ring. Crowley popped up onto his feet and ran to meet Stallion. Still running, Stallion went to jump over Crowley, but Crowley snapped him right into his arms, using his momentum and slammed the champion down into a powerslam right in the center of the ring and hooked the leg.
ONE!!
TWO!!
HANSON
"AND WYLD STALLION KICKS OUT OF AN EARLY PIN ATTEMPT!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Early? Yes. Did it look like that mighta been it, though? Also, yes!"
As Stallion sat up, Crowley got back to his feet and stepped back from behind him, sizing his opponent up. He ran in, delivering a stiff soccer kick directly to the spine. Stallion reacted in pain. Crowley ran off of the ropes and came in with a sliding lariat, driving Stallion back down to the mat. Darius Crowley stepped out of the ring and went for a slingshot senton. At the last second, however, Wyld Stallion got the knees up, causing Darius to land across them, right on his back. Darius sat up, a hand on his back as he reeled while Wyld Stallion got to his feet and hit a standing dropkick right there between his shoulders. Darius fell back and Stallion took his turn now, running to the ropes and springboarding back into a Phoenix Splash right on top of him. The crowd popped for the maneuver as it was considered a signature for the man. Stallion hooked the leg and went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
But Darius Crowley kicked out and shoved Wyld Stallion right off of him and came up onto a knee. with both men staring each other down.
HANSON
"This match is heating up and this Denver crowd is loving it!"
AUGUSTINO
"Are we gonna see a new champion, Nick?! Or is Stallion gonna retain?!"
HANSON
"He's facing an undefeated opponent, in Darius Crowley!
The match continued with Wyld Stallion dishing out his high flying, stiff hitting arsenal against the self proclaimed Son of the Damned. Stallion wrestled with the heart of a warrior, refusing to take Darius Crowley's own brutal offense laying down. Darius Crowley, too, refused to stay down against his opponents attacks. For every strike Stallion delivered to him, it seemed like he was intent on dishing it back even harder. The crowd was on their feet the entire time as each man continued to give and take everything they could, eventually ending up with both Crowley and Stallion barely able to stand steady on their feet.
In the final moments, it looked like Darius Crowley was about to put an end to things when he ran in on a dazed Wyld Stallion and went for a bicycle knee strike but Stallion managed to move out of the way and Crowley went knee first into the turnbuckle. As he stumbled back, Stallion snapped him back with a reverse hurricanrana, driving him onto his neck. The crowd went wild as Wyld Stallion then climbed the turnbuckle, posed to the crowd and hit a stunning 630* Splash on Darius, hooking the man's leg immediately.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
"Here is your winner....AAAND STILL...N! F! W! Television Champion!!! WYYYYYYYLD STAAALLIIIIIIIIIIION!!!"
HANSON
"WYLD STALLION HAS JUST PINNED DARIUS CROWLEY!!!!"
"The Void" ripped through the arena as the referee brought the championship over to Wyld Stallion. As soon as he had it in his hands, Mary Kennedy came running into the ring and threw her arms around him in a big hug.
HANSON
"Still champion folks! And there you see Mary Kennedy! You'll see those two competing together in the upcoming Burning Hearts tournament later this month! But for now, congratulations to our TV champion! Two weeks in a row, ladies and gentlemen! This young man has delivered the first pinfall loss to two top individuals! I can barely believe it!"
Winner: Wyld Stallion
Result: Pinfall
Time: 19:11
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[Match #7. Singles Match - Morgan Payne v. Shelley Silver]
As the opening guitar riff to the song starts, the lights dim down leaving the arena in a darkened state as a police spotlight sweeps over the audience. Three seconds into the riff, the light start flashing a deep, golden yellow.
8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin'
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me.
Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring,
She wears a two way, but I'm not quite sure what that means.
And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
But she doesn't notice me!
On the bridge of the song, the spotlight finally falls on the top of the stairs where the camera falls on Morgan Payne, clad up in her full ring gear. Leather jacket, worn Steelers cap worn backwards. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to her sudden appearance among them. Some cheer her while others boo her in general principal of who she's affiliated with. Morgan doesn't care, obviously, as she looks around at the audience with a stoic expression that slowly curls into a sly smirk. She starts moving down the steps towards the ground level. Following behind her is Sativa Nevaeh.
'Cause she is watchin' wrestling
Creamin' over tough guys
Listenin' to rap metal
Turntables in her eyes
It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She's the girl all the bad guys want!
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way to the ring; from McKeesport in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania! Being accompanied by the NFW Women's Champion, Sativa Nevaeh!! Representing the Kingdom AND the House of Payne! MORGAN!! PAYNE!!”
Morgan moves down the steps as the camera stays with her. As she gets closer and closer to the bottom, she starts shaking out her fists at her side, loosening up for the upcoming match. As she does, fans on the ends of the aisles excitedly offer out their plastic cups of beer. At one point, Morgan randomly stops and accepts a cup from one fan and slams the entire thing back. She chugs down most of it with a little but dribbling down her chin and neck. She then tosses the cup over her shoulder, and gives daps to the fan she got the beer from. She continues her way down the stairs until she gets to the bottom. Now, her focus is honed in on the ring as she picks up the pace into a brisk, all business walk towards the barrier and hops right over it.
She likes the Godsmack and I like Agent Orange
Her CD changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad
She says she'd like to score some reefer and a forty
She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have
And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
She'll never notice me!
Morgan stalks her way around the ring as the song continues, before climbing up onto the apron and entering through the top and middle ropes where she then hops on the balls of her feet inside the ring, rolling her neck. She's so amped up, the referee has to make her stop while they check her gloves and kneepads before she removes her jacket, flannel shirt from around her waist and her Steelers cap, handing it off to the attendant on the outside. She squats and leans forward, resting her elbows on her thighs as she rocks side to side on her feet, ready and waiting....
Shelley Silver walks out onto the stage with Sloane Cameron by her side as "I am the Fire" beings to play. The Silver Mountain Championship rests on her shoulder as she holds it up, proudly.
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! From Seattle, Washington… She is the leader of the Raindrops AND...she is the Silver Mountain Champion… SHELLEY! SILVER!”
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.
~DING DING DING~
As soon as the bell rang, Shelley Silver and Morgan Payne came to the center of the ring to exchange a handshake. Shelley offered it out and Morgan took it, visibly squeezing firmly with that new aggression in her eyes. Shelley looked down at their hands with a grin. Amused at Morgan's recently increased ferocity. When Morgan finally let go of Shelley's hand, the two backed up a few feet and circled around the mat. As they did, the crowd began to chant loudly, amped up before the initial tie up even happened.
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
THIS IS AWESOME!
As the two woman stepped in to lock up, Morgan shot in low and got behind Shelley to administer a waistlock. Shelley wriggled to try and get out of the hold, throwing her elbows back to try and catch Morgan in the side of the head. Morgan, however, was showing an increased discipline in evading the strikes. She'd been training, evidently. Honing her craft. She definitely wasn't letting up on the hold until Shelley managed to slide her thumbs in between her body and Morgan's arms and force them down to around her hips before thrusting outward, causing Morgan's hands to separate and break the waistlock. Shelley immediately grabbed one of the younger woman's arms and twisted it right into an arm wringer. Shelley held the wrist tight, interlocking her fingers with Morgan from the back of her hand and used the grip to bend her wrist in. Morgan let out a sharp cry from the twisting of her arm. Shelley loosened and tightened the hold again, getting another sharp cry out of the Kingdom member. Hissing in pain, Morgan turned in and slipped her other arm down between one of Shelley's and her body, breaking the hold and managing to reverse the arm wringer. Morgan grit her teeth as she wrenched Shelley's arm, applying maximum pressure to try and subdue the woman to a knee.
HANSON
"Oh-ho!! And Morgan reverses it! Now she's got Shelley!"
AUGUSTINO
"Morgan looks like she's got full control of her opponent right here, but she better capitalize!"
But before Morgan could even think about that, Shelley hit a forward, quarter roll and then a back roll, coming up onto her knee with one leg behind Morgan's foot. She grabbed onto Morgan's other foot with her free hand and use that with her own leg to perform a modified double leg takedown. Morgan hit the mat and Shelley went right into a kneebar but Morgan scrambled back for the ropes, managing to even drag Shelley about a foot before she was able to reach the ropes and cause the break. Shelley Silver didn't need to be told to break, as she released Morgan's leg and turned up onto a knee with an impressed smirk aimed at the less experienced woman. Morgan, on the other hand, looked up with frustration on her face.
AUGUSTINO
"Oooooh. Payne's not looking happy!"
HANSON
"Understandable. She's facing a tough opponent, but she's not alone. She's got one of her teammates in her corner."
Outside by the apron, Sativa Nevaeh stood, calling up to Morgan that she was doing great. Flustered, Morgan pushed her hair out of her face as Shelley backed up to give space. Morgan kept her eyes on Shelley while turning her head towards Sativa to listen to her. After a moment, Morgan got back up onto her feet and moved to the center of the ring to circle with Shelley again. Once again, the two locked up and jarred for position. They seemed to be almost equals in strength but it was perhaps Morgan's building frustration that gave her the edge she needed against the more experienced woman and pushed Shelley back into the corner, against the turnbuckle. As the referee began the count to five, Morgan broke off at three with her hands coming up. As Shelley started to step out of the corner, Morgan stepped in and hit a knife edged chop. Shelley stumbled back into the corner, clutching her chest. Huffing, Morgan leaned her back and moved her arm out of the way to deliver another chop. The referee warned Morgan to get Shelley out of the corner, so the Kingdom member Irish whipped the Unwanted member across the ring and into the opposite corner. As Morgan came running after her, Shelley turned around to see her coming and hit an up and over, impressively throwing her body over Morgan and causing the woman to slam into the turnbuckle. Shelley quickly turned around, grabbing Morgan in a waistlock and going right into an O'Connor roll German suplex with a bridge.
ONE!
TWO!
But Morgan managed to kick herself out of the bridge pin and started trying to get to her feet. Shelley was up first, helping Morgan up to her feet, delivering a gutwrench suplex. As Morgan moved to get up to her feet, Shelley grabbed her around the head and ran to the ropes, kicking off and hitting a tornado DDT. Morgan grabbed her head as Shelley forced her back down to the mat and straddled her torso, hooking one leg up.
ONE!
TWO!
Morgan managed to get her shoulder up, jerking upwards to shift Shelley off of her chest. With the leg Shelley had hooked, she rotated herself and threw Morgan right into a kneebar like she had earlier. Morgan threw her head back, immediately screaming from the torque. Pounding her fists on the mat, she struggled to try and pull herself back towards the ropes. Shelley had herself braced on the mat, however and wasn't letting Morgan pull herself that way. Morgan began trying to roll over onto her stomach as Sativa Nevaeh came over to that side and called for her to make it over, slapping the mat to get the woman amped up and motivated.
HANSON
"Sativa Nevaeh's calling out to Morgan! Trying to get her to the ropes!"
AUGUSTINO
"Well, it's not breaking the rules! She's acting as Morgan's corner!"
HANSON
"Absolutely!"
It worked as Morgan managed to roll over onto her stomach and starting to crawl to the ropes. Shelley, however, also having been rolled onto her stomach, impressively transitioned into a single leg Boston crab. She wrenched back, slowing Morgan's crawl as the camera focused in on the girl's face, warped with agony. Agony and angry determination as she grit her teeth and continued to try dragging herself to the ropes. Shelley braced her feet as much as she could but Morgan had that freakish power for her size just as much as Shelley did and the Kingdom/Iron Maiden made it to the bottom rope, clinging onto it as the referee called for the break. This time, Shelley held on until two just to get some extra torque in before she let go. Morgan brought her leg in and started trying to pull herself to her feet. Meanwhile, Shelley stepped forward to take hold of her opponent. As soon as Morgan felt hands on her, she threw her elbow back, catching Shelley right in the side of the face. Morgan came away from the ropes, hitting her opponent with a stiff forearm. Shelley stumbled back and Morgan went to for the open window of opportunity, attempting an Irish whip. But Shelley reversed it, sending Morgan into the ropes. As Morgan came off of it, Shelley ran in for a lariat but Morgan ducked under. Instead of hitting the other side of the ropes, however, Morgan managed to turn and 'skid' to a stop, coming down into almost a football posture. As Shelley came off of the ropes again, Morgan burst up and caught the woman up around the legs, hoisting her up, spinning a 180 and delivering a thunderous spinebuster.
AUGUSTINO
"WHOA!!!!"
HANSON
"BRUTAL SPINEBUSTER BY MORGAN PAYNE!! THERE'S THE COVER!!"
ONE!
TWO!
Shelley Silver kicked out!! Morgan Payne sat up in frustration and slapped the mat, yelling an audible 'Fuck!' As the crowd gave a mixed chant. Mostly for Shelley but some still rooting for Morgan despite her new allegiance, Morgan got to her feet and pulled Shelley up with her and delivered a European Uppercut. Shelley stumbled back but came in with a forearm to Morgan's jaw. This one rocked Morgan more than her uppercut had rocked Shelley and Morgan stumbled back, looking like she was about to fall through the top and middle ropes. She caught herself however and pulled herself back in, using the spring in the ropes to launch herself forward into a running lariat that surprised Shelley Silver and knocked her head over heel. Morgan collapsed forward in exhaustion, however, as well, after succeeding in hitting The Faded Line.
HANSON
"FADED LINE!!!! THAT COULD BE IT!!!!"
AUGUSTINO
"SHE JUST HAS TO MAKE THE COVER!!!! SHE CAN BEAT THE LEADER OF THE RAINDROPS!!"
Morgan Payne crawled over towards Shelley Silver. Both women's cornermen slapped the mat, calling for them to get up. Sloane Cameron calling out to Shelley Silver. Sativa Nevaeh calling out to Morgan Payne. Shelley Silver managed to roll over and up onto her hands and knees before Morgan was close enough to attempt a cover, so instead, the Kingdom member pulled herself up onto her knees, using Shelley herself and came to face her. Panting heavily, Shelley motioned to Morgan to give it to her. Even visibly mouthing, 'c'mon girl....' Morgan clenched her teeth, and reached out to take Shelley by the hair, getting to her feet and pulling Shelley up with her. Once they were both standing, Morgan hit a stiff chop across the chest. Shelley reeled, putting a hand where Morgan struck but turned right back into her face and could be seen saying 'quit fucking around and hit me!' Morgan huffed and hit another chop. As Shelley began recovering from it, Morgan grabbed her around the head and drove a knee into her ribs before whipping her into the corner. Without wasting a second this time, Morgan came in with a running knife edged chop before quickly throwing Shelley into a forward roll on the mat. She came running off the ropes on the other side, then, hitting a basement dropkick that knocked Shelley against the ropes itself, effectively completing Yoi Yoi Double Yoi! But Shelley rolled out of the ring from the impact and hit the floor.
AUGUSTINO
"I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW YOU SAY IT BUT THERE'S SOME MASSIVE OFFENSE FROM PAYNE TO SILVER!"
HANSON
"YOI YOI DOUBLE YOI, MIRANDA!!"
AUGUSTINO
"Thanks, Nick!"
HANSON
"I don't know what it means but that's what it's called!"
Morgan laid back on the mat, panting and catching her breath for a moment with the crowd screaming in her ear as well as Sativa Nevaeh calling for her to get Shelley back in the ring and capitalize. Morgan rolled out of the ring just as the referee started the count and picked Shelley up, throwing her back in the ring to immediately try for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--!
Shelley Silver kicked out just at the last possible second and Morgan Payne fell back in frustration, covering her eyes with her palms. Again, Sloane and Sativa were calling for their girls to get to their feet. Morgan made it up first, rolling her arm, and warming up for another Faded Line. As Shelley saw it coming, however, she slipped around behind Morgan and grabbed her in a waistlock, delivering a high angled German Suplex. Morgan crashed down on her neck to an emphatic sound from the crowd and writhed on the floor as Shelley got to her feet. The Leader of the Raindrops waited for her opponent to get to her feet before running in for a Shotgun Dropkick, slamming Morgan back into the corner. With the window of opportunity open, Shelley got to her feet quickly and ran to the opposite corner to set up. She barely took a second before dashing across the ring and came flying up feet first into Morgan’s face hard enough to send spit flying and Morgan’s head snapping back before she collapsed to the mat.
HANSON
“SILVER BULLET!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“AND YOU HEARD THAT ONE!!”
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!! SHELLEY...SILVEEEERRRRR!!”
As “I Am The Fire” played throughout the arena, Shelley Silver had her arm raised by the referee. Meanwhile, Sativa Nevaeh helped a distraught Morgan Payne out of the ring. As Morgan held the back of her neck, Sativa walked with her, reassuring her that she did well. Still, Morgan kicked the barricade out of anger until Sativa was able to calm her down and walk her to the back.
Winner: Shelley Silver
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:58
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*An old black and white movie showing men 50 feet away from the camera walking into a snow-covered forest. The old reel skips in places, every so often there seem to be small jumps in time. The men all carry buckets and appear to be laughing silently as soft music plays. A soothing male voice speaks over the music*
"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."
*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*
"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."
*Dark brown, viscous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*
"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"
*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"
*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*
"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"
*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*
"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"
*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*
"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"
*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*
"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."
"Man, fuck the kids..."
*Rick looks into the camera*
"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."
*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*
"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"
*The off camera voice again audible*
"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."
*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*
"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."
*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscous, looking almost like real blood*
"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"
*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera*
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The camera crew catch up with Eavan Maloney backstage in the trainer’s room, yelling in pain as the medical staff on hand are stitching her up. Her eye was already starting to swell as the medics put something to compress it. Meanwhile, Anton, banged up himself is trying to calm Eavan down and growling at the doctors every time Eavan screams in pain. There’s a knock at the door and backstage interviewer Amy Connors peeks her head in.
“I wondered if we can get an update on Miss Maloney’s status.”
The medic finishing up the stitches has a grim look on his face.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow Miss Maloney to compete tonight.”
Eavan sits up quickly, almost falling off the gurney due to dizziness, and shakes her head.
“No. I WILL defend tonight.”
Anton takes her by the shoulder with considerable force and has her turn to him.
“If the doctors say you can’t compete, you’re not competing. You know full well he’s right. You’ve had a concussion, you can barely see out of your left eye, you just had stitches put in.”
Eavan is grinding her teeth, the look of rage evident on her face. Her fists still bloody from the assault.
“I’ve fought through worse. I’ll sign waivers, whatever. I’m going to that ring. If you’ll excuse me…”
Eavan tries getting off the gurney and falls to the floor. Anton and the medics quickly tend to her and they push Connors and the cameraman out of the room.
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[Match #8. Singles Match - “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams v. “The Demon Warrior” Eavan Maloney]
Miranda Augustino stands in the center of the ring with the microphone again.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
ONE FALL!!
AUGUSTINO
“Yeeeaaah, bitches! And it’s for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!”
The lights go out as “Summer Breeze” by Type O Negative comes on through the speakers. The lights come on around the ramp and stage as a dark, eerie red shade. Almost reaching violet as candles light up along the stage and a glowing red pentagram lights up on the center of the stage. Each point of the pentagram has a burning candle on the end. Throughout the audience, lighters are seen, helping to set the mood of the scene.
See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright
As the lyrics start, the center of the pentagram is revealed, upon closer inspection, to be hollowed out. Suddenly, however, it is slowly filled as the panel below raises up, bringing “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams, up onto the stage. Cherry is crouched but once the panel is raised in place, she slowly, sensually, stands to her feet, slowly spreading out her arms like a demon stretching her arms upon her ascent to Earth.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first!! From The Endless Void!!! She is The Walking Contradiction!! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”
Cherry Addams steps out of the pentagram, approaching the ring seductively and methodically as she watches the ring with a blood thirsty little smile on her lips.
See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor
Upon reaching the ring, Cherry climbs up onto the apron and flexibly slides under the bottom rope, moving to her corner.
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?”
HANSON
"Wait, where is she?"
AUGUSTINO
“She did say she was going to fight but we saw her collapse coming off the gurney…”
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
HANSON
"She’s not out here. This is bad."
AUGUSTINO
“Hang on, I just got handed something. I have to go to the ring.”
Augustino takes off her headset and grabs a microphone and steps into the ring as Eavan’s music stops. The crowd boos, and Augustino nods in agreeance with them.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen, I just received word from management that if Eavan Maloney doesn’t make it to the ring before the referee’s count of 10, Eavan Maloney will be forced to forfeit her NFW Women’s Television championship. Eav, I think I have a pretty good idea the type of person you are. You’re a warrior. You can do this.”
Augustino hands the microphone back to the referee as he starts his count.
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
7…
The crowd starts to cheer loudly as Eavan Maloney staggers out alone, dragging her title behind her. The referee gets to 8 as Eavan makes her way down the ramp slowly, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, and somehow makes a run for the ring and slides in just before the referee got to 10. She curls up in the corner as the referee checks on her. Eavan nods emphatically and hands him the title. Eavan pulls herself up by the ropes as the referee goes to the timekeeper. Even Cherry herself walks over and tries to tell Eavan to reconsider. Eavan lets go of the ropes and steadies herself before lifting up both middle fingers to Cherry’s face.
HANSON
“And Eavan Maloney is ready to go!! She’s definitely not one hundred percent in body but she’s all there in spirit!”
~DING DING DING~
Eavan and Cherry are in the ring as the ref raises the Women’s Television Championship up and presents it to the crowd. Eavan is definitely not looking one hundred percent after the earlier encounter she had with Jasmine as the ref calls for the bell. Cherry notices and she immediately takes advantage, spearing Eavan and turning the champion inside out almost immediately and goes for a very quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry picks Eavan up off the mat and sends her off into the corner. Eavan hits the turnbuckles and as she does, Cherry comes charging in and delivers a corner splash before picking up the champion and taking her down with a vertical suplex. Cherry holds onto Eavan as she stands up and this time delivers a northern lights suplex and bridges for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry grabs Eavan by the hair and picks her up, sending her off into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt and hits the ropes once more. Eavan comes off the ropes and launches herself, looking for a crossbody, but Cherry catches her and lifts her up on her shoulders. Cherry looks to deliver a Death Valley Driver, but Eavan delivers a few well placed elbows to the side of the head of Cherry causing her to drop the champion. Eavan lands on her feet and winces showing the pain she’s in right now from everything, but she battles on. Eavan hits the ropes and delivers a dropkick to the front of Cherry’s knees dropping her down. Eavan once again hits the ropes and when she comes off, delivers a shining wizard and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eavan climbs to the top rope and she looks to hit Twisted Demon, but Cherry gets her knees up, driving them into the champion’s back. Eavan rolls around in an immense amount of pain as she grabs the small of her back. Cherry gets back up to her feet and grabs Eavan and lifts her up. She sends Eavan into the ropes and as Eavan comes off the ropes, Cherry delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and just holds Eavan across her knee. Cherry pushes down on the head and midsection of Eavan, putting more pressure on Eavan’s injured back. Eavan screams out in pain and the ref asks if she wants to quit, but she shakes her head no. Cherry picks Eavan up off her knee and just picks her up and slams her down hard onto the mat.
HANSON
“My GOD!! Maybe Eavan should have just forfeited, I mean she can always come back and regain the title….”
AUGUSTINO
“I know what I said in the ring to her, but part of me has to agree. She’s gonna end up getting hurt, at this rate.”
Cherry then turns Eavan onto her back and hits the ropes. Cherry comes off the ropes and delivers a senton splash right to the back of Eavan who screams in pain once again. Cherry picks Eavan up and once again sends her into the ropes. Eavan though holds onto the ropes and Cherry comes charging in, looking for a clothesline, but Eavan drops down holding onto the top rope and causing Cherry to be dumped to the floor with her face bouncing off the apron. Cherry stumbles back and Eavan notices this as she still holds her back. Eavan hits the ropes and comes diving through the middle and bottom rope and delivers a suicide dive to Cherry, driving her into the barricade. Eavan stands up and grabs Cherry, looking to deliver an exploder suplex out on the floor, but as she attempts to lift her, the champion’s back gives out. Cherry takes this opportunity to take Eavan and driver her back first into the apron before delivering a snap suplex on the floor. Cherry picks Eavan up and rolls her into the ring. Cherry follows after and immediately goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry picks Eavan up and looks to deliver a vertical suplex, but Eavan lands on her feet and as she does, grabs Cherry and delivers a lung blower before transitioning it into the Krigare Lock! Cherry screams out and the ref gets right in position for a possible submission. Cherry fights and fights, trying to get out of the hold, but after almost thirty seconds, Cherry has no choice but to tap out as Eavan releases the hold.
HANSON
“She got it!!! She’s tapping!!!! Cherry’s tapping!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hoooly shit!!!! That’s my fucking girl!!!”
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings as Miranda Augustino throws off her head set and grabs the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner! And STILL NFW Women’s Television Champion!! EAVAN!! MALONEY!!”
Miranda drops the microphone and steps over the barricade, running into the ring to go to Eavan. She pulls her friend into a hug as Anton Crowley arrives at the ring to join in the celebration as “Are You Ready?” blasts throughout the arena. Anton and Miranda help Eavan up to her feet with Miranda letting Eavan hang an arm around her neck as Anton helps her raise her title victoriously.
Outside the ring, Cherry Addams stalks towards the back ramp, holding her neck, looking frustrated as hell as she watched Eavan in the ring. All of a sudden, the lights in the arena go completely out. The crowd buzzes with concern. This isn’t another Ultra-Violence attack is it?
HANSON
“Oh dear. Folks...I wish I knew what was going on but I can’t say. I hope it’s nothing too---”
Nick Hanson is cut off by the roar of the crowd as the video wall comes to life with a group of Japanese school children standing in a field under a tree. They hold hands and dance in a circle around another student, covering her eyes.
HANSON
“Ohhhhhh wait a minute!”
As Nick Hanson says this, a single feminine voice is heard singing through the speakers in a slow, eerily taunting tone.
“Kagome...Kagome…
Kaga no naka no tori wa…
Itsu itsu deyaru?
Yoake no ban ni…
Tsuru to kame ga subetta…
Ushiro no shoumen dare?”
After a brief pause when the song finishes, the lights come back on in the arena and the crowd explodes as, standing right behind Cherry Addams at the foot of the back ramp, is a small figure, dressed in black jeans, boots, and a hoodie over her head, clutching a kendo stick. It’s not hard to identify who it is from the platinum blonde strands of hand hanging out from under it. Cherry Addams doesn’t even get a chance to turn around before the figure swings for the fences and cracks the kendo stick over her back. Cherry stumbles towards the ring and into the ring post as her attacker runs in and starts dishing out shot after shot after shot.
HANSON
“And out of nowhere, here’s Angel Kusanagi!! Viciously attacking Cherry Addams with that Singapore cane! Cherry just had a match, folks! And she just competed in Omega Academy’s Bloody Icon!! I get the animosity between these two but I don’t know if I can condone this!”
Angel beats Cherry with the kendo stick until it’s practically split apart and throws it aside, before ripping off of her hood and throws the hoodie to the floor. She wears a black tank top underneath. She takes a running start at Cherry and tackles her over the barricade into the audience. Here is where Cherry starts fighting back as the women trade shots on the ground until security can come pull them apart. Angel thrashes and kicks at Cherry as she’s dragged off. Despite her previous injuries, Cherry is still difficult to control as she tries to get at Angel.
HANSON
“Well we got our main event coming up, folks! We gotta take one more short break! We’ll be right back!”
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Submission
Time: 20:12
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[Main Event. Tag Team Match - Nico Salvatore & Judas Lasher v. The Renegades]
Returning from the final commercial break, Miranda Augustino stands in the ring with the microphone, announcing with more force behind her tone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is your MAIN EVENT!!”
Hollywood Undead’s “Renegade” rips through the speakers as the lights start flashing red and blue as the rest of the arena dims down. Essentially, it looks like police lights flashing.
~YOUNG RENEGADE~
As the main intro riff kicks in, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law step through the curtain. Tyler Grey glares at the booing audience. As always, he looks like he’s perpetually about to explode from sheer pent up rage alone. Tyson Law, garbed in his MK themed gear, throws out the ‘grenade pin’ gesture before raising the hand and flipping off the crowd.
I am the fury of a bomb
Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam
A thousand words in the crest of my palm
Just one death sentence written in a fucking song
As Tyson walks up to the center of the stage. Tyler Grey slowly turns his head to watch him. Tyson stands at his side, practically right up in his face. After a second, the two bang forearms and turn, moving down the ramp. Tyler Grey storms angrily while Tyson Law moves calmly and more fluently. More relaxed, than his tag partner as always.
We are the ones, the ones you're always calling faceless
But we got the guns, the guns that gonna make you face it
Don't even run, because the run is getting wasted
Young renegades, we're gonna make some changes
Tyler Grey runs, then, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and gets right to his feet, pacing around. He flexes his pecs and looks around at the audience with pure hatred on his face.
You're just a live grenade
Young renegade
You're just a live grenade
Young renegade
Tyson Law takes his time, moving up the steps before jumping over the ropes and lands, turning on his heel and joining Tyler in the center of the ring as he pulls his hood back and removes his mask from his mouth. He and Tyler look at the camera and extend out the grenade hand gesture again.
The lights go completely out and a pop fills the arena. The swelling introduction to I Prevail’s “Bow Down” rises up as the fans joined in with...
GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!!
...the video wall comes to life with the words ‘GOD OF WRESTLING’ in cracked stone.
Yeah, I come alive, I'll survive, take on anything
So paint a target on my back, let 'em come for me
I don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep
'Cause I'm on another level that you'll never reach
If you seek forgiveness
You'll get nothing, you'll get nothing from me
Here, the lights on the stage suddenly come on, revealing, in the darkness, Nico Salvatore standing on the stage. Slowly lifting his head, SNEERING at the ring. Nico lets out an angry yell to the arena, and starts storming towards the ring with a sense of purpose.
You will never know, it's the price I pay
Look into my eyes, we are not the same
Yeah, this is where you fall apart
Yeah, this is where you break
'Cause I'm in control, and you'll know my name
'Cause I gave my life, gave it everything
Yeah, this is where you fall apart
Yeah, this is where you break
To everybody who doubted
Get on your knees and bow down!!
Get on your knees and bow down!!
Kaga no naka no tori wa…
Itsu itsu deyaru?
Yoake no ban ni…
Tsuru to kame ga subetta…
Ushiro no shoumen dare?”
After a brief pause when the song finishes, the lights come back on in the arena and the crowd explodes as, standing right behind Cherry Addams at the foot of the back ramp, is a small figure, dressed in black jeans, boots, and a hoodie over her head, clutching a kendo stick. It’s not hard to identify who it is from the platinum blonde strands of hand hanging out from under it. Cherry Addams doesn’t even get a chance to turn around before the figure swings for the fences and cracks the kendo stick over her back. Cherry stumbles towards the ring and into the ring post as her attacker runs in and starts dishing out shot after shot after shot.
HANSON
“And out of nowhere, here’s Angel Kusanagi!! Viciously attacking Cherry Addams with that Singapore cane! Cherry just had a match, folks! And she just competed in Omega Academy’s Bloody Icon!! I get the animosity between these two but I don’t know if I can condone this!”
Angel beats Cherry with the kendo stick until it’s practically split apart and throws it aside, before ripping off of her hood and throws the hoodie to the floor. She wears a black tank top underneath. She takes a running start at Cherry and tackles her over the barricade into the audience. Here is where Cherry starts fighting back as the women trade shots on the ground until security can come pull them apart. Angel thrashes and kicks at Cherry as she’s dragged off. Despite her previous injuries, Cherry is still difficult to control as she tries to get at Angel.
HANSON
“Well we got our main event coming up, folks! We gotta take one more short break! We’ll be right back!”
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Submission
Time: 20:12
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[Main Event. Tag Team Match - Nico Salvatore & Judas Lasher v. The Renegades]
Returning from the final commercial break, Miranda Augustino stands in the ring with the microphone, announcing with more force behind her tone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is your MAIN EVENT!!”
Hollywood Undead’s “Renegade” rips through the speakers as the lights start flashing red and blue as the rest of the arena dims down. Essentially, it looks like police lights flashing.
~YOUNG RENEGADE~
As the main intro riff kicks in, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law step through the curtain. Tyler Grey glares at the booing audience. As always, he looks like he’s perpetually about to explode from sheer pent up rage alone. Tyson Law, garbed in his MK themed gear, throws out the ‘grenade pin’ gesture before raising the hand and flipping off the crowd.
I am the fury of a bomb
Agent Orange, tiger print, Vietnam
A thousand words in the crest of my palm
Just one death sentence written in a fucking song
As Tyson walks up to the center of the stage. Tyler Grey slowly turns his head to watch him. Tyson stands at his side, practically right up in his face. After a second, the two bang forearms and turn, moving down the ramp. Tyler Grey storms angrily while Tyson Law moves calmly and more fluently. More relaxed, than his tag partner as always.
We are the ones, the ones you're always calling faceless
But we got the guns, the guns that gonna make you face it
Don't even run, because the run is getting wasted
Young renegades, we're gonna make some changes
Tyler Grey runs, then, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and gets right to his feet, pacing around. He flexes his pecs and looks around at the audience with pure hatred on his face.
You're just a live grenade
Young renegade
You're just a live grenade
Young renegade
Tyson Law takes his time, moving up the steps before jumping over the ropes and lands, turning on his heel and joining Tyler in the center of the ring as he pulls his hood back and removes his mask from his mouth. He and Tyler look at the camera and extend out the grenade hand gesture again.
The lights go completely out and a pop fills the arena. The swelling introduction to I Prevail’s “Bow Down” rises up as the fans joined in with...
GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!!
...the video wall comes to life with the words ‘GOD OF WRESTLING’ in cracked stone.
Yeah, I come alive, I'll survive, take on anything
So paint a target on my back, let 'em come for me
I don't fall, don't quit, don't ever sleep
'Cause I'm on another level that you'll never reach
If you seek forgiveness
You'll get nothing, you'll get nothing from me
Here, the lights on the stage suddenly come on, revealing, in the darkness, Nico Salvatore standing on the stage. Slowly lifting his head, SNEERING at the ring. Nico lets out an angry yell to the arena, and starts storming towards the ring with a sense of purpose.
You will never know, it's the price I pay
Look into my eyes, we are not the same
Yeah, this is where you fall apart
Yeah, this is where you break
'Cause I'm in control, and you'll know my name
'Cause I gave my life, gave it everything
Yeah, this is where you fall apart
Yeah, this is where you break
To everybody who doubted
Get on your knees and bow down!!
Get on your knees and bow down!!
Nico storms briskly towards the ring until he reaches the foot of the ramp where he suddenly stops and smirks, shaking his head at the Renegades. Tyson and Tyler both try and coax him into the ring as his music fades and the lights fade out. A guttural, demonic voice fills the arena.
~AVE...SATANAS….~
Venom Inc’s “Ave Satanas” fills the arena then with the grueling guitar riff as red light beams down on the stage. Through the curtain walks Judas Lasher. Tonight, he’s all business. No Satanic Priest robes or goat skull helmet. He’s stripped down to his in-ring competition gear as he makes a beeline down the ramp towards the ring. A terrifying scowl is plastered across his face as he makes his way towards the ring. As he reaches Nico he slaps him on the back and the two break into a run, sliding into the ring and go right at the Renegades!
HANSON
“And here we go!! Does this look familiar, Miranda?!”
AUGUSTINO
“I wasn’t here but it speaks of the last time Nico was involved in a match with these guys! I watched it at home while I was blazing it up!”
HANSON
“I see! Well this match isn’t even officially started yet but Nico and Judas are taking it to the Renegades!”
Each in a corner, Judas and Nico traded blows with Tyson and Tyler before Nico managed to throw Tyson out of the ring. Judas, meanwhile, yelled to Nico across the ring and Irish whipped Tyler Grey in his direction. Nico came running and jumped up, CRACKING him in the head with a knee and sending him rolling out of the ring to the floor.
HANSON
“KEY TO ORKAS FROM NICO SALVATORE!!!! THAT MIGHT HAVE RUNG TYLER’S BELL!!”
AUGUSTINO
“The Hell’s Bells?”
HANSON
“Nice, haha.”
AUGUSTINO
“Sorry, Adri! I had to!”
With only Nico and Judas in the ring now, the two roared to the crowd. Nico climbed the turnbuckle, beating on his chest and pointing to himself. Yelling about how he’s the greatest son of a bitch to ever step into a ring. Judas Lasher spreads his arms to the Dominion of Pain fans, leading them in a deafening ‘AVE...SATANAS!’
GOD OF WRESTLING!
KING OF PAIN!
GOD OF WRESTLING!
KING OF PAIN!
After a moment, the referee manages to restore order and get one legal man from both teams in the ring to officially start the match.
~DING DING DING~
Tyson and Nico are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and lock up. Nico, with the size and weight advantage forces Tyson into the corner. The ref calls for a break and as they do, Nico delivers a slap across the face of Tyson with a grin on his face. Tyson though, doesn’t take too kindly to it as he comes out of the corner and takes Nico down with a double leg takedown. Tyson gets in the mount position and starts to deliver forearms to the side of Nico’s head before getting up and picking him up. Tyson sends Nico into the ropes and as he comes off, Tyson delivers an armdrag and holds onto the arm in an armbar style hold as he presses down on the shoulder and wrenches on the arm.
HANSON
“Tyson Law there, wrenching on the arm of Nico Salvatore. Hey, you know, you didn’t even get to announce either team, Miranda.”
AUGUSTINO
“I’m not standing in the ring when Tyler Grey’s approaching it. Fuck that. The guy’s a danger to women.”
HANSON
“Well, you notice the Renegades do not have Serena Frost here, with them. What Tyler Grey did last week did not sit well with her and she flat out left them to their own devices.”
AUGUSTINO
“I understand she’s beating cheeks with Mia Hayashi’s best friend, too. How’s that for irony?”
HANSON
“Beatin chee...what?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nothing, Nick.”
HANSON
“It’s almost as if Jim never left.”
Tyson picks Nico back up and sends him into the corner. Tyson charges into the corner and delivers a corner splash as Tyler tags himself in. Tyler comes in off the tag and snapmares Nico out of the corner. Tyson hits the ropes and delivers a basement dropkick before Tyler jumps from the middle turnbuckle with a double stomp. Tyler then drops down for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Tyler picks Nico up and sends him into the ropes. Nico comes off the ropes and as he does, Tyler delivers a standing dropkick that sends Nico back down to the mat. Tyler walks over to his corner and tags Tyson back in. Tyson comes in and the two of them pick Nico up. They send Nico into the corner and Tyson takes Tyler and sends him towards Nico, delivering a splash in the corner. Nico slumps into the corner and Tyson comes charging in and delivers a cannonball splash. Tyler gets out of the ring and Tyson pulls Nico out of the corner and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Tyson climbs up to the top rope and as he does, Nico gets up to his feet and meets his opponent on the top rope. Nico grabs Tyson and looks to superplex him back into the ring, but Tyson holds onto the top turnbuckle before delivering a series of headbutts that drop Nico back down to the mat. Tyson stands straight up now and delivers a 450 Senton. Tyson goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Judas Lasher comes in and breaks up the pin.
HANSON
“And just saved by Judas!”
Judas pulls Tyson up and sends him into the ropes. Tyson comes off the ropes and as he does, Judas delivers a discus clothesline that turns Tyson inside out. Judas then grabs Nico and drags him over to his corner and then tags himself in. Judas comes in and as Tyson makes it back up to his feet, he’s simply run over by Judas. Judas picks Tyson up and sends him into the corner. Judas comes charging in and delivers a corner splash before grabbing Tyson and simply throwing him with a belly to belly suplex.
AUGUSTINO
“These guys are unleashing HELL, Nick!”
HANSON
“Well we know this is justice for Lara. They’re mad!”
Judas then grabs Tyson and sends him into their corner where he walks over and tags Nico into the match. Nico comes back in and as he does, Judas gets a running start and delivers a corner splash before Nico comes and delivers a corner meteora. Nico pulls Tyson out of the corner and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
HANSON
“OH! Almost!! I have to say Nico and Judas make a pretty good team, don’t you think?”
AUGUSTINO
“I’ll say so! You know, Nick, I bet---”
“Aww, well ain’t this fucking sweet?”
AUGUSTINO
“What the?”
“Night in shining fucking armor, huh, Nico?”
A voice fills the arena over a microphone and the crowd searches the area before all attention goes to the stage where the source is finally seen. Jim Reynolds comes walking out on stage in his usual gettup of black jeans, boots, a t-shirt and a leather jacket. He holds the microphone in his hand as he stares down at the ring where the action has stopped and all eyes are on him. Jim shakes his head. “You make me fucking sick, man.”
HANSON
“Jim?!?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Jimbo! What’s he doing out here?!”
HANSON
“He doesn’t like Jimbo, remember?”
AUGUSTINO
“Ah yeah…”
Jim Reynolds continues on the mic, standing on the stage. “You know, when I took the job to announce for this company. To call their matches, I was thrilled. I watched NFW from back when it first started. I remember the guys that most of you jackasses in the audience only know from YouTube and your All Access account. Hey, by the way, it’s only $7.99 a month. There’s another plug, Steve. Pay me.” Jim winks at the camera and clicks his tongue before looking back down at the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“What the hell is Jim doing?”
HANSON
“I don’t know….”
“So when I got the offer to sit ringside and call matches, I was fucking stoked, I tell you. I mean, for someone who can’t wrestle, but loves the business, name a better job right? But you see, that’s my point I’m getting to. I...Can’t...Fucking...Wrestle! So if any of you here wanna do something useful in your lives instead of smoke out on cheap legal weed. Yeah, trust me, the legal dispensaries sell bullshit. Though I hear Sativa Nevaeh has some grade A stank. Get at me, girl. I’m running low.” He smirks at the camera then looks to the ring again. “If you idiots wanna do something useful, save some brain cells and figure out for me why the fuck I’ve spent the passed year sitting at the announce table taking cheap shots from the goddamn roster. My words hurt you? Is that it? Marissa Payne, I made a few quips about yours and Morgan’s dads fighting each other at the VBMT and you think that makes it okay to knee me in the head like we’re in a goddamn blood feud. Then there’s Ethan Skinner. A fucking loser so pathetic he can’t take simple mama jokes. I’ve got the scars now from two light tubes being busted over my head! Thank god I’m not going bald yet.” He smirks and runs his hand through his hair. “Then there’s you.” He looks down at the ring. “Yeah, Judas. I’m looking at you. A man who’s supposed to be so damn terrifying. So mighty that he strikes fear into the hearts of all men. Which I’m not gonna deny it; you are and you do. You absolutely fucking terrify me, Judas. I feel lucky that all I got was a Lucifer’s Halo from you when you got pissed at a few small fucking words!”
The crowd buzzes as Jim Reynolds leans forward, yelling that last line. He continues then, calmer again. “So that’s why I needed to take out a goddamn new insurance policy. Thankfully, I had help. Now, let’s get down to brass tacks as to why I’m here. I quit my position as color commentator for NFW. Miranda, you’re already doing a great job at filling my shoes. Round of applause.” He claps briefly, nodding at the crowd to join in. “No, seriously! She’s awesome. Give it up for her!” The crowd applauds Miranda who gives a tentative, thankful smile before Jim speaks again. “I no longer call matches BUT...I still...absolutely...work for New Frontier Wrestling. Because I love this business. I love this sport. I envy every man and woman that has what it takes to lace up a pair of boots and wrestle in front of thousands of people. But you know what I don’t love? You know what I don’t envy? All of the goddamn creeps that are infesting this fucking company! With their dark lights, their face paint, their creepy ass words! Trippy ass entrances! Ethan Skinner. Anton Crowley. Darius Crowley - dude, are you guys related? One of you get at me on that one. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah! Dona Rotten. Eddy Poe. Cherry Fucking Addams! Scary Fucking Cherry! Doomsday. Belphegor. Angel Kusanagi. And Judas...Fucking...Lasher!” Jim Reynolds fumes angrily down at the ring.
Judas Lasher and Nico Salvatore stand in the ring, watching the man go on. Behind them, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law look just as confused.
Back on the stage, Jim Reynolds continues on the mic. “So like I said, I took out an insurance policy for shit like what I’ve had to put up with and tonight? Ethan Skinner said some shit about “in due time” before his stupid ass got banned from social media. Well, he was right. All in due time. Well that time is now! I’m filing a claim with my insurance for the shit people like Judas Lasher have put me through. And you know the best thing about my policy? It hits the defendants harder than any other fucking policy you’ve seen in your life….” He lowered the microphone and smirked.
AUGUSTINO
“What the hell is he talking about?”
HANSON
“I have no ide---wait a minute! Hey, wait a minute!!! Oh my god!!!”
The crowd began to buzz with commotion on one side of the arena as a figure came running through the ground level aisle. The camera jumped over just in time to see HAVOK jumping the barricade in his mask and street clothes. Specifically, combat boots, bloused fatigue pants and a sleeveless t-shirt with the Renegade logo on it.
HANSON
“THAT’S HAVOK!!! HAVOK’S BACK!!! AND HE’S GOT A RENEGADE SHIRT ON!!!”
The 6’3, 285 pounder tank of destruction slid into the ring behind Judas Lasher and Nico Salvatore. As Nico started to turn, hearing the commotion, Havok burst forward and leveled the man with a stiff lariat!!! Judas Lasher turned to notice just as Tyler Grey and Tyson Law suddenly sprung into action and the two began a two on one beatdown on the King of Pain. The referee called for the bell, signaling a disqualification.
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“Havok is back!!! And he and The Renegades are beating the hell out of Judas Lasher and Nico Salvatore!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nick, I think it’s safe to just say The Renegades are beating the hell out of Judas and Nico! It looks like Havok has joined their numbers! But I think that means Jim has too!”
HANSON
“Jim?! Join the Renegades?!”
Jim Reynolds makes his way down towards the ring, smiling and chuckling. He’s pleased with himself. “Yeah, that’s right! Beat that ass!” He says into the microphone. “Yo yo yo, Havok, Havok! Don’t worry about Nico, man. Let Tyson and Tyler handle him. You?” He points up in the ring at Havok who stands over Nico, watching Jim and seemingly waiting for his word. Jim points over to Judas Lasher in the other corner. “Break that son of a bitch!” The crowd jeered and boo’ed as Tyler Grey and Tyson Law moved over to Nico and proceeded to beat down on him. Meanwhile, Havok charged across the ring, hitting Judas Lasher with a 285lb cannonball in the corner.
HANSON
“MY...GOD!!!”
Next, Havok pulled Judas out of the corner and delivered a powerbomb. Not one...not two...but three before releasing the man. Across the ring, Tyler Grey had Nico Salvatore in the Skynet, making him watch as Havok picked apart his exhausted, battered mentor. All Nico could do was watch as Havok locked Judas up in the Straight Jacket, applying massive pressure to both shoulders and arching him back as Jim Reynolds got into the ring. Jim got down on his stomach in Judas’ face with the microphone.
“How does it feel Judas? Huh? HUH?!” He leans up enough to slap Judas across the face while he’s in the painful shoulderlock with Havok’s legs. “How does it feel to be fucking helpless?! I’m gonna be honest with you, man. Tyler may not agree with me on this. I am sorry for what happened to Lara. I am. But for you? No mercy, motherfucker. Finish him off.” Jim said to Havok, then, as he got to his feet and stepped back. Havok released Judas out of the Straight Jacket and leaned down to pick him up by his hair. He grabbed the King of Pain by his throat and hoisted him up into the one handed chokebomb he had labeled the Disasterpiece! Meanwhile, Tyler Grey let Nico out of the Skynet only so Tyson Law could pick him up and hit him with the Shaolin Destroyer.
HANSON
“AWWWW MAN!!! Two brutal maneuvers!!”
AUGUSTINO
“So Jim is running with the Renegades now. Well that’s just fucking great!”
Inside the ring, Jim Reynolds and the three wrestlers gathered in the center as he brought the mic up to his mouth. “Take...a good...goddamn...fucking...look! Because you’re gonna be seeing a whole lot more of these three and me! The Renegades said they were gonna take over this company. Well? That time...is now!” Jim Reynolds throws the microphone over his shoulder as “Renegade” starts up again. Tyler Grey and Tyson Law pat the man on the back. Reynolds bumps fists with them both. Tyson and Tyler both look at Havok and stick their fists out. Havok stares at them, broad shoulders rising and falling as he breathes. He looks at Jim, as if questioning. Jim Reynolds nods and motions to the other two men, reassuringly. Havok looks back to Tyler and Tyson, nodding as he bumps fists with them. Tyson and Tyler turn and throw up the Renegade grenade gesture. Jim does the same and motions for Havok to do the same. The big man does, after looking at his hand to see if he has it right.
HANSON
“Tyler Grey...Tyson Law...Havok...and Jim Reynolds. The Renegades, folks. Dear god….”
AUGUSTINO
“That’s actually a scary combination, Nick. What are they gonna do to “take over” do you think?”
HANSON
“I have no idea, Miranda. God, I have no idea. Time will tell but that’s something we’re out of tonight. So long ladies and gentlemen and thank you for tuning in!”
Winners: Judas Lasher & Nico Salvatore
Result: Disqualification
Time: 15:19
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Match Winners
Match #1. Lluvia Cane def. Starlight, Aurora Luna and Kennedy Campbell
Match #2. Fire def. Katrina Cage
Match #3. Eddy Poe def. Colt Shields *
Match #4. Anton Crowley def. Jasmine Matthews
Match #5. The Frightners def. Ethan Skinner
Match #6. Wyld Stallion © def. Darius Crowley
Match #7. Shelley Silver def. Morgan Payne
Match #8. Eavan Maloney © v. Cherry Addams
Match #9. Judas Lasher & Nico Salvatore def. Tyler Grey & Tyson Law *
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Match Writers
Match #1. Written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #2. Written by FireAndIce
Match #3. Written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #4. Written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #5. Written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #6. Written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #7. Written by Commissioner Steven Brody
Match #8. Written by FireAndIce
Match #9. Written by FireAndIce (Run-in segment written by Commissioner Steven Brody)
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Commentary Written By
Morgan Payne
