NFW Collision #45 - Omaha, NB! 07/09/2019!

The camera opens up on the inside of Omaha Nebraska’s CHI Health Center, as pyro goes off in the arena. The crowd goes wild for the start of the show as “Like A Shot” continues to blast throughout the arena.


UNLEASH HAVOK

SOMEONE FIGHT EDDY

CANT WE ALL JUST GET ALONG?!

YOU DONE FUCKED UP JIMBO!

FOR THE DARK LORD

DOMINION WILL RISE

RENEGADES 4 LIFE

BEHOLD THE KINGDOM

As the camera finishes sweeping across the audience, we are greeted by the voices of Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino on commentary.

HANSON
“It is time for a Collision like none other!”

AUGUSTINO
“The best kind of Collision, Nick! The kind you can only find in NFW, bitches!”

HANSON
“Absolutely, Miranda! Hello folks, and welcome to New Frontier Wrestling’s weekly broadcast, Tuesday Night Collision! I’m Nick Hanson, joined by the lovely Miranda Augustino. We’re here to call the action for you as it goes down.”

AUGUSTINO
“Last week was a little crazy, huh?”

HANSON
“You said it best, Miranda! Seems like something crazy happens every week here, lately! We saw our Television Champion, Wyld Stallion pull off another first. He is the first person to pin Jag’hatai D’habi and Darius Crowley in singles action. He’ll see if he can continue his streak tonight when he takes on Jason Goodnight in his third defense.”

AUGUSTINO
“Speaking of streaks, let’s talk about Eavan Maloney the Women’s TV Champion. She set a record for that title last week when she defeated Cherry Addams in last week’s match. That puts her at five defenses with a fifty day reign.”

HANSON
“NFW’s longest reigning Women’s TV Champion. Now, the longest TV Champion overall, is still Buzzsaw. He held the men’s Television Championship for one hundred and ninety one days. Chris Wolfe holds the record for most defenses at thirteen. I’d say with the way Eavan Maloney’s going, she’s well on the way of matching, maybe even breaking those records!”

AUGUSTINO
“I think she can do it!”

HANSON
“You think so?”

AUGUSTINO
“Fuck yeah, Nick! I’m pulling for her!”

HANSON
“Well, we’re gonna find out tonight. Also, we’ve got our main event folks. Merlex and The Kingdom will finally...well...collide! The Women’s Champion, Sativa Nevaeh had a heated discussion on social media with challenger, Alex Brody. Now, it seems as if Alex has backed out of her challenge for whatever reason but tonight’s tag match is going down. During that spat, Brittany Hayes, the sister of our former Women’s GM Savannah Hayes got involved. As a result, Erin Mercer, who usually lets Alex handle her own issues, stepped in to even it up. This match was booked as GM Elizabeth Greene’s first order of business - a highly anticipated main event.”

AUGUSTINO
“I gotta say, I like this new lady’s attitude. I’m gonna miss Savannah Hayes as GM! Don’t get me wrong! But Elizabeth? She’s got a fire to her.”

HANSON
“She booked the women’s matches on this card tonight, so we’ll see what the fans think, but first thing’s first! Let’s get this show underway with our opening contest! We’ve already got one of our competitors in the ring. Miranda, you wanna take over?”

AUGUSTINO
“Sure thing, Nick!”

As “Like A Shot” fades out, Miranda stands from her seat and takes the microphone.
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[Match #1. Singles Action - Satoru Shade III v. Havok w/James Reynolds]
The camera cut over to the ring where Satoru Shade III was already in the ring, looking quite annoyed that he was made to enter the ring during the show’s introduction rather than get his own moment in. He shook his head, stretching in the corner as he awaited the arrival of his opponent.


The lights dimmed down as the building intro to As I Lay Dying’s “Redefined” came through the speakers.

I refuse to let go of the memories!

As the full guitar riff and drums kick in, the lights around the ramp and stage take on a white, flashing effect as the familiar video reel for Havok plays. Intercut with flashes of the Renegade logo, the masked man is seen in obscured shots, lifting weights, smashing cinder blocks with his fists, and clawing at his head as he rocks back and forth in the corner of an old, abandoned, dirty asylum cell.

'Cause they've changed everything inside of me!

If I could go back now to save myself at loss
Substanceless character brought back would be the cost

The curtain on the stage parts and the fans erupt into a shower of boos as James Reynolds comes casually walking out onto the stage. Dressed in his usual black attire of jeans, Italian boots, a t-shirt and his leather jacket. Even in the arena, the man wears sunglasses. The main focus, however, is on the massive figure behind him as the 6’3”, 285lb Havok comes walking right on his heels. Chain dangling around his neck and clenched by the ends in both hands. Havok comes to stand beside James Reynolds as both look down towards the ring. Jim Reynolds’ nonchalant frown curls into a tiny smirk.

Agony today
Is tomorrow's strength
So don't run away
'Cause misery is…

Havok rolls his shoulders and flexes his hands around his chain as he stands there, watching the ring. He briefly turns towards James Reynolds as the man points down towards the ring, mouthing instructions under the music. Finally, Reynolds slaps Havok in the chest and the masked monster begins storming down the ramp with his manager hot on his heels.

Evolving into something that we can't see
Evolving and becoming, transforming
So don't run away

AUGUSTINO
“His opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by James Reynolds! Weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds! This! Is! HAVOK!!!!”

HANSON
“I still don’t know what to think folks. I’ve known Jim Reynolds for years. He’s never really been one to get along with everybody but last week, him unveiling his allegiance with the Renegades was completely left field. And to top it off: Havok. The monster that Suzuki-gun brought in last year. Evidently he’s not with them anymore. No idea why. But now the Renegades have a weapon of mass destruction at their disposal. His win record is a little shabby but most of those losses have come from tag partners in Suzuki-gun taking the pins and submissions. Make no mistake, folks. This man is dangerous!”

The pain can never be erased
Remain and turn it into strength
Turn it into strength

Havok reaches the steps and burst up onto the apron before coming to the ropes, slingshotting himself over the top and landing on the balls of his feet, bouncing a few times as he stares directly across the ring. Jim Reynolds joins him up on the apron and gives him a few last words before taking his chain and handing it off to the time keeper. Reynolds grabs Havok by the head, staring him in the eyes as he says something and gives the man an encouraging slap on the shoulder. Havok nods and turns his murderous gaze back towards Satoru Shade III.

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! Our opening conte--well hello, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"Eyyyyyyy! You guys miss me? Figured I'd sit with you two for old time's sake while my boy here does his thing. Look at him in there. What the fuck is Shade doing?"

Satoru Shade III took his time loosening up and stretching in the corner. The tech noir club superstar looked across the ring at his masked opponent with a lack of interest. Far from impressed.

HANSON
"Looks like he's stretching, Jim."

AUGUSTINO
"Yeah, you know. Limbering up a litt---"

REYNOLDS
"He shoulda done that in the locker room! The bell's rung! Yo, Havok!"

A shot on the table shows Jim Reynolds whistle to Havok with his thumb and index finger in his mouth to get the big man's attention. He motions across the ring.

REYNOLDS
"Fuck that! Don't wait on him! Go!"

The camera jumped back to the ring just as Satoru Shade was stretching a leg against the turnbuckle. From his corner, Havok came barreling towards him like a train and hit him with a stinger splash. Satoru Shade was slammed into the turnbuckle, yelling out in pain as it looked like his leg he was stretching bent in at an awkward angle. The crowd booed Havok as he spun Shade around and started hammering into him with body shots and knee strikes.

AUGUSTINO
"Dios mio! Jim, I think Havok might have caused some damage to Shade's leg there. Might have hyperextended his knee!"

REYNOLDS
"Ask me if I give a shit, Miranda. You can call me Jim 'No Fucks Given' Reynolds, from now on."

Havok continued laying into Satoru Shade until the referee began counting to five. At 4, Havok stepped away from Satoru and bowed up on the referee, backing him up towards the other corner. Despite the referee gesturing to his shirt, one could see the fear in his eyes as Havok loomed over him. Behind him, Satoru dropped to the mat, nursing his leg but fought to get back to his feet, flexing his knee out to make sure it wasn't too banged up. Once he felt sure of it, he had just enough time to come off of the ropes as Havok turned away from the referee and caught the larger man right in his face with the Shadow Kick!!

AUGUSTINO
"WHOA!!!"

HANSON
"SHADOW KICK!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Goddamn it, pay attention, man!!"

HANSON
"Shadow Kick by Satoru Shade!! This could be it already!!!!"

ONE!

TW---

Havok kicked out, throwing Satoru off of him like a child before sitting up and getting to his feet.

HANSON
"Tosses two hundred and thirty five pounds off of him like it's nothing!"

REYNOLDS
"The guy maxes his squat at 705lbs, Nicky. You think he can't toss 235 off of him? He fucking benches 400lbs like it's nothing! Havok's got this in the bag and with him, the Renegades have the Dominion of Pain in a bag."

HANSON
"Got it. So let's talk about your week, huh? You've been having a rough time, haven't you?'

REYNOLDS
"Dude! Don't get me fucking started on that! When I landed here at the airport, I went to pick up my rental. I'd had it reserved for a week. All of a sudden, 'oh sorry sir, all of our vehicles are rented out. We'll reimburse you through the mail. So I had to take a taxi to get around. This motherfucker takes the longest goddamn routes to where I need to go! The hotel. The arena."

AUGUSTINO
"Same guy both times?"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah! Dumb fucking luck right? I don't wanna talk about it. Two simple rides in a cab cost me a hundred fucking dollars. Both times! What's Havok doing?"

Inside the ring, Havok hunched down, watching Satoru Shade get to his feet on that tweaked leg. Once he was standing, Havok bounded off the ropes and ran in, delivering a sliding lariat to Shade's knee. With a yell, Shade flipped over and landed hard on the mat, grabbing at the knee.

REYNOLDS
"OH!!! SHIT!!! BRAVO!!! BRA-FUCKING-VO!!"

AUGUSTINO
"You teach him that?!"

REYNOLDS
"Nah! Must have been a Suzuki thing. Good shit!"

Havok got to his feet and looked over at the announce table. Jim Reynolds applauded and gave the man a double thumbs up. Havok turned back towards Satoru and picked him up to his feet, Irish whipping him but held onto his wrist and yanked him back in for a short arm clothesline, knocking him inside out. As Satoru writhed on the mat, Havok popped his pecs, sneering down at his opponent before circling around him like a lion. Suddenly, he took a running start three steps and jumped off of his feet. A two hundred and eighty five pound shooting star press down onto Satoru Shade.

HANSON
"WHOA!!! SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM THE BEAST!!"

AUGUSTINO
"On the mat, too!!"

REYNOLDS
"Force of fucking nature, Miranda! I told you. Watch this. Hey!"

Jim Reynolds shouted out, getting Havok's attention and swiped a hand across his throat to call it quits and gave a Roman Casesar thumbs down. Havok nodded and picked Shade up onto his feet, grabbing him by the throat. Hoisting him up with ease, he popped the man into the air and caught him on his shoulders, driving him down with the Disasterpiece.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

REYNOLDS
"That's what I'm fucking talking about! You gonna announce that, Miranda?"

AUGUSTINO
"Ahem...yes, Jim. Jeez."
(into the mic)
"Here is your winner!! HAVOK!!!"

Inside the ring, Havok shoved Satoru Shade dismissively to the side. and got to his feet, pacing around the ring as the fans boo'ed him. As usual, he didn't seem to care.

REYNOLDS
"Welp! It's been fun guys! I'd love to join you again next time Havok's out here doing his thing! Trust me, it's not like I hate this job I ju---"

Something caught Reynolds' attention and the man looked up to suddenly find Eddy Poe standing there beside him. The smile wiped right off of Jim Reynolds' face as Eddy Poe stood over him, glaring with a fire in his eyes. Before Jim could open his mouth, Eddy ripped the headset off of his head and yanked him out of the chair to the approving roar of the crowd. Jim Reynolds yelled out in a fearful panic as he was pulled out of his seat by The Slasher. Eddy cut his yelling off with a hard shot right to the face. Reynolds fell back and Eddy went immediately to starting to put the boots to him.

HANSON
"Eddy Poe just showed up outta nowhere! He's putting the boots to our former colleague!"

AUGUSTINO
"He warned Jim on how he talked about Cherry, Nick!"

HANSON
"He did, indeed! I just hope The Slasher doesn't go too far in his 'justice'!"

AUGUSTINO
"He may not be able to! Look out!"

HANSON
"HERE COMES HAVOK!!!"

As Miranda Augustino exclaimed this, Havok came sprinting along ringside right towards the scene of his manager's beatdown. The mountain of muscle came soaring over the barricade, crashing into Eddy Poe with a shoulder tackle that brought them both down to the floor. The crowd reacted with an electric energy as Slasher and Beast collided. Eddy scrambled to get to his feet, as did Havok. Both ended up at the same time and started trading shots with Havok getting the upper hand and throwing Eddy over the barricade to ringside. Meanwhile, a frustrated Jim Reynolds pulled himself to his feet and sneered at Eddy Poe before directing Havok to go after him.

"Get his ass!"

Havok didn't need to be told twice, hopping over the railing and advancing on Eddy Poe. Havok ran in, charging for an attack but Eddy Poe came up with a surprise European Forearm that rocked the big man. Eddy Poe ran in but Havok fired back with a forearm that sent the Slasher back against the barricade. Havok grabbed Poe and threw him into the ring, sliding in right after him. Meanwhile, Jim Reynolds could be heard grabbing the headset and speaking into the microphone.

"Pay close attention! You're gonna find out what the fuck happens when people fuck with me from now on. Hey Cherry!! Dona!!" He turned towards the camera, a wild hatred in his eyes. "Watch this shit!!"

Jim Reynolds threw down the headset and stepped over the barricade with a steel chair in his hand. Inside the ring, Eddy Poe and Havok were at a standstill, trading shots back and forth. As Reynolds got into the ring, Eddy managed to catch Havok with a big boot, sending him out of the ring, through the ropes but landing on his feet. Reynolds stood behind Eddy and cocked back the chair. Seeing this on the video wall, Eddy snapped his head around to catch Reynolds. The former commentator froze in terror like a deer in headlights with the chair up over his head. Eddy Poe slowly turned and smiled sadistically, motioning for Reynolds to go ahead and hit him.

"C'moooooooon, Jimmy! Do it. Do it!!! FUCKING DO IT!!!"

While Eddy stalked towards Reynolds, the crowd erupted into loud booing as Tyler Grey and Tyson Law came running down the ramp. Together, with Havok, the three slipped back into the ring and advanced on Eddy Poe like a back of wolves. Eddy Poe turned, doing his best to fight back but was eventually overwhelmed by the numbers. At Reynolds' direction, Tyler Grey locked Eddy Poe into the Skynet while Tyson Law cinched in a single leg Boston Crab, both men wrenching back on Eddy's limbs. Leaning down, Reynolds could be heard yelling over the boos.

"You wanna fuck with me, you fucking freak?! You wanna fuck with US?!" He handed Havok the chair and stepped back, motioning at Eddy Poe. Without hesitating, Havok got into position and readied the chair, looking like it was about to golf swing it right into Eddy's face. The sound of the crowd roaring with approval distracted him just enough for The Renegades to look up the ramp and see The Frightners sprinting towards the ring!

HANSON
"AND HERE COME EDDY'S NEPHEWS! SPLATTERDAY! NIGHTCRAWLER!"

AUGUSTINO
"THE YOUNG AND SPOOKY BROS ARE COMING TO HELP THEIR UNCLE!!!"

Tyson let go of Eddy's leg as The Frightners hit the ring. Havok stepped away from Eddy to join in. Tyson clashes with Nightcrawler, trading shots back and forth. Havok swung the chair at Splatterday but the bigger of Eddy's nephews ducked under the swing and superkicked it back into Havok's face as he turned around. Tyler Grey let go of Eddy and hit Splatterday with a forearm from behind, knocking him into the ropes. Eddy, pumped with adrenaline, got to his feet, nursing his limbs that were being torqued and rushed in to collide with Havok in another trade off. The crowd roared deafeningly as The Renegades and Eddy's family slugged it out in the ring. Lack of experience be damned, the Frightners were holding their own against Tyson and Tyler while Jim Reynolds escaped out of the ring and hti the ramp, calling for a retreat. First came Havok, after being clotheslined over the top rope by Eddy Poe, again landing on his feet. As Havok tried to get back into the ring, Reynolds got in front of him and started trying to keep him back. A running knee from Splatterday took Tyler Grey out of the ring and a hurricanrana from Nightcrawler sent Tyson Law through the top and middle ropes. With all three men up on their feet, Jim Reynolds desperately tried to calm them down and get them back.

HANSON
"You could call it a bit of justice served but I doubt it's over!!"

AUGUSTINO
"I told you those boys had something!!"

HANSON
"You did, Miranda!"

As The Renegades backed up the ramp, Eddy Poe leaned over the ropes with a twisted smile on his face. The Frightners took to the turnbuckles, playing up to the crowd as Motogrator's "Suffocate" began to play, switching back and forth between Eddy's smiling, painted face and Jim Reynolds yelling obscenities at the man as the shot faded to a commercial.

Winner: Havok
Result: Pinfall
Time: 5:03
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We are outside the CHI Health Center. Jason Goodnight is arriving through the parking area. He looks focused and ready for his big title match tonight. As he enters the arena the camera zooms out and comes back over the shoulder of a figure standing in the shadows. The camera then pans around to show who the figure is. It is the man from the recent videos, the client of Charlie Grace, Eric Lee. His features sat neutral, expressionless. 

The camera opens up on a shot of the moon. Crickets chirp in the night as we hear the faint sound of metal being hammered. The camera slowly begins to pan from the moon, down towards the ground level. The sound of metal being hammered gets even louder as the camera moves. Louder and louder, then, until the glow of a fire from a blacksmith forge comes into view. Standing at it, is the silhouette of a man, hammering away at the steel. As the camera draws closer, we start to recognize the tattoos and standout hair of Darius Crowley. Dressed in black pants and black combat boots, Darius hammers away at a metal piece he’s working on, pinched between a set of clamps. Sweat runs down his body, glistening the demonic face tattoo on his back as well as the various creatures and runes tattooed down his arms. Darius lifts the piece off of the anvil and dips it into the water. Steam rises as a loud hiss fills the air around him.

“War...” He says, “...is a funny thing.” He continues working the metal,sticking it back inside the burning hot forge with the hand he holds the clamps in. This hand, of course, is protected by a heavy glove. “There once was a time where mankind lived for it. They lived for the thrill of battle. Every society wanting to prove who had the greatest warriors.Who could withstand the greatest opposition on the battlefield. Now however ...” He turns the clamps in his hand, heating up the metal more, “...the thrill of battle seems so...taboo. There are those who still hunger for war. However they are fools only seek monetary gain. Those who sit in political offices, directing the warriors who see the truth. Men and women who have never picked up a weapon in their life….”

Darius pulls the heated metal out of the forge and begins hammering away at it, bending and folding it into the shape he needs it to be in. “There is no honor in today’s definition of war. There is no purpose except to feed the greedy kings and queens who sit atop their mountain of gold and demand more. They are not warriors. They are the parasites who drain the life out of warriors. True warriors...today...are a rare breed. We...are a rare breed. Myself...people like Nico Salvatore...Lara Blackheart...Nico’s sister Adrianna...Shelley Silver...Alex Brody...Eavan Maloney...Sativa Nevaeh...I dare say Rick Dickulous as well...as well as there are warriors like Anton Crowley….” Darius pauses and lifts his head as he says that name. He frowns a tiny bit then goes back to hammering the metal. “...Men like...Matt Klazzic...Wyld Stallion…” He looks directly towards the camera, pausing again. “And you. Jag’hatai D’habi.” Darius turns and dunks the glowing hot metal again. Sweat runs down his face that he does not wipe away. “To end a war...one army must win. One side must gain a definitive victory over the opposing force. We sought that at Invasion.” He gave a stern look at the camera and shook his head slightly. “As the man who was given the victory that night...I will be the first to admit that did not happen. Records will call it a victory for me...a loss for you. I call it a no contest. We will decide the end of our war in due time. But we must keep our skills honed. Our blades sharp. Which brings me to you...Matt Klazzic.”

Darius sets his project down on the table and turns to the camera, folding his arms over his sweaty, tattooed chest. “We are both at war with separate forces. Let that not get in the way of your task tonight. However, make no mistake, that your task it not to defeat me. Your task is simply to survive...if you can. For I am on the path to the greatest battle of my career. The culmination of a war between two true warriors. The final battle. From this point on...I will strike down any and all opposition that stand between myself and my opponent at Motor City Mayhem. There will be a victor, Ragman. Only one warrior will step out of that cage...his weapon held high. The other...will cease to exist in this Frontier….” Darius turned then, picking up the clamps and hammer again, shoving the piece of metal back into the forge to heat it up again. The camera pans back away from him as he continues to work the metal calmly and with deep focus….
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[Match #2. Singles Action - Matt Klazzic v. Darius Crowley]
Returning to ringside, Miranda Augustino stands in the ring with the microphone.

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

ONE FALL!


The crowd erupted with cheers and jumped to their feet as Vince DiCola's "War" filled the arena. The lights darkened with only the ramp and stage illuminated and MATT KLAZZIC burst from the curtain, raising his arms up in an X to the crowd before making his way towards the ring, slapping hands and pointing to the Wrestle War sign at the camera.

AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first!! From Parts Unknown!!" Augustino said with a small smirk. "MATT!! KLLLLLAAAAAAAAZZIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!"

Entering the ring, Matt Klazzic raised up the X again before hopping on the balls of his feet in a circle, getting psyched up for the match that was just moments from taking place. Removing his jacket, Matt Klazzic hands it off to the time keeper. He shakes the referee’s hand and even shakes Miranda Augustino’s hand before turning towards the stage and waits.

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
"Introducing his opponent...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 his opponent, unchanged expression of hard focus.

~DING DING DING~

Darius Crowley and Matt Klazzic circled the mat for a moment, stepping in then for a collar and elbow tieup. As per usual, Crowley used his right arm to reach across to his wrist and force his forearm into Klazzic's face. Crowley used this leverage to push his opponent back into the ropes. At '3' Darius Crowley let go of Klazzic and raised his hands up as he stepped back. Matt lingered on the ropes as Crowley stepped back to the center and dropped down into a cross legged sitting position, simply watching him. Almost tauntingly. Matt Klazzic looked around at the audience, cheering for him and booing Crowley. Feeling amped up from the crowd, Klazzic pushed off of the ropes and came in for a sliding forearm. Darius threw himself back, letting Matt slide over him before snapping back up. Matt popped back to his feet and ran in towards Darius. Darius pivoted and went for a spinning heel kick. Matt ducked under and came off the ropes again. Crowley caught Klazzic, nailing him with an arm drag. As Matt popped up, Darius came running in only to be caught with an arm drag by Klazzic. Darius popped up just as Klazzic came running in for a dropkick. Darius side stepped and ran off of the ropes, coming in as Klazzic got to his feet again and the Son of the Damned went for a hurricanrana. Matt hit the canvas and rolled up onto a knee. Across the ring, Darius came up onto a knee as well. Both men paused and the crowd applauded.

AUGUSTINO
"Whoooaaaa-hoa-hoooaaaa! We got a standoff, Nick!"

HANSON
"You have to wonder if these two hold animosity towards one another, Miranda. We're well aware about Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous - Turn-It-Up Express' rivalry with Ultra-Violence. Does Darius, as a member of the Dominion of Pain view them with malicious intent as well?"

AUGUSTINO
"I think Darius Crowley looks at everyone as a potential to be the next great challenge. He's still looking to complete what he calls his trial to the Dominion of Pain. He wants that big victory here in NFW that makes the roster look at him as a serious competitor. He wants the Dominion to see him as a worthy member."

Darius Crowley and Matt Klazzic continued in their contest with Matt using his King's Road style of grapples and stiff drivers to keep Darius under control. A chain of various suplexes got Darius worn down enough for Klazzic to finish off with a bridging German Suplex and going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Darius kicked out and rolled up to his feet, leaning back against the ropes. As Matt Klazzic got up, Darius ran in and went for what looked to be a single leg take down but faked Klazzic out and caught him in a waistlock, immediately going for a schoolboy, rollup. It was unclear as to whether Matt instantly kicked out, or if Darius released him. Yet, as Matt came up onto his knees, Darius hopped to his feet and delivered a superkick directly to Matt Klazzic's face. Matt fell back and Darius Crowley immediately went in for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Matt Klazzic got his shoulder up and Darius Crowley immediately picked him up to his feet, pushing him against the corner to begin delivering brutal knee strikes as the referee started counting to get Darius to break the hold. Darius released Matt at the count of '4' only to garner a boo from the crowd by hitting an enziguri across Matt's head, causing him to collapse to the mat where Crowley immediately went down to cinch in a camel clutch on Matt.

HANSON
"Oh look out! There's the camel clutch! We know what that usually leads up to!"

AUGUSTINO
"We sure do, Nick! He might be going for...."

Miranda Augustino paused as Darius shifted his body off of Matt's back and locked an arm around the front of his neck, wrenching back on it with a malicious snarl on his face.

AUGUSTINO
"There it is! Helm's Deep! Helm's Deep, Nick!"

HANSON
"That modified dragon sleeper, working the neck of Matt Klazzic!"

Darius wrenched back tightly but Klazzic wasn't one to just go down so easily and fought to escape or reach the ropes. Sneering coldly, Darius Crowley threw a leg over Matt Klazzic’s back to press extra weight down onto him and keep him from moving his body around. This did the job as he wrenched back on the neck more and Klazzic was unable to get his legs around towards the ropes. Finally, he gave in and desperately tapped away at the mat, prompting the referee to call for the bell.

HANSON
“Klazzic’s tapping! That’s it, match is over!”

AUGUSTINO
“God that looks painful!”

~DING DING DING~

AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!! Darius...Crowley!”

“Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel” played as Crowley released Klazzic from the Helm’s Deep and sat on the mat in his cross legged pose. He watched as the referee checked on Matt Klazzic for a moment before coming over to offer and raise his arm. Darius waved the man off dismissively and looked away from the ref and his opponent. After a moment, he rolled out of the ring and silently made his way up the main ramp as the referee and ringside attendants helped Matt Klazzic out of the ring and the man walked, holding his neck, up the back ramp.

AUGUSTINO
“Well, he said he was gonna do it Nick. Crowley delivered on his promise, at least tonight. We’ll see what happens moving forward!”

HANSON
"Fantastic match up, folks! We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did! We're gonna take a quick commercial break before we---"

The speakers came to life with that opening guitar note of Calavera Conspiracy's "Ultra-Violent" and Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino looked each other with mutual expressions of dread. What was going to happen now? As the song picked up, the audience looked to the stage in an uneasy anticipation of Ultra-Violence's arrival, wondering what hellacious act they were going to enact this week. The two giants never came, however. At least, they never came from the curtain. Instead....

HANSON
"Well, we hear the music, Miranda, but I don't see---"

AUGUSTINO
"NICK!!!!"

Miranda practically cried out in terror as, from the audience behind them, Belphegor stepped over the barricade and grabbed Nick Hanson by the back of the jacket. Nick yelled out in surprise as he was dragged out of his seat and towards the ring. As Belphegor dragged him over the barricade separating everyone from the ring, Doomsday appeared, trailing behind him with a black case and...an extension cord?

AUGUSTINO
"Guys, I...I have no idea what Ultra-Violence is doing! They've got Nick! The past couple weeks we've seen them, they've left two staff members hospitalized! First Roger Arden, our ring announcer, then James Greer, our Senior Official! What are you assholes doing to Nick?!"

Miranda Augustino yelled out her last sentence to Ultra-Violence as Belphegor threw Nick into the ring and quickly followed him in to get his hands on him again and hold him in place. As Nick Hanson tried to escape, Belphegor clutched him by the throat and forced him to his knees while Doomsday set the black case - which looked like a drill carrier - on the apron and reached under the ring, looking for the extension cord that powered the pyro launchers for superstars who used it. Once he found it, he plugged it into the cord he'd brought with him.

AUGUSTINO
"Guys, what the hell are Doomsday and Belphegor doing? What's Doomsday got in that---"

Miranda Augustino stopped short when Doomsday opened the case up to reveal a power drill with a wire wheel brush attached to the face. The crowd reacted with horror once the camera showed it up on the video wall as Doomsday calmly lifted the tool out of the box and plugged its cord into the extension he'd brought along with him. Long enough for him to bring it into the ring. As Miranda continued to cover what was going on for viewers, her voice began to sound shaky and ready to break.

AUGUSTINO
"Oh my god! I don't know what he's gonna do with that! Is that a fuckin---"

Miranda Augustino's voice cut off and the camera switched quickly to show a look of horror on her face as she brought her hands up over her mouth. Tears visibly welled up in her eyes as she could be heard whimpering softly into the mic through her palms. Nick Hanson, restrained by Belphegor looked on in horror as Doomsday went over to the announce table to grab Miranda's microphone. Out of pure good will and instinct, Miranda grabbed Doomsday's arm, begging the man to reconsider. Because of her headset, the viewers could pick up her please.

AUGUSTINO
"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! Don't do this! Whatever you're doing, don't! You don't have to---"

Miranda Augustino let out a startled cry as Doomsday shoved her to the floor to get her off of her arm. Doomsday entered the ring and walked to the center where Belphegor waited with Nick Hanson. Looking up towards the stage, Doomsday brought the microphone up to his masked face, speaking in his deep growling voice.

"...You've all witnessed our sincerity...." He said, casting a glare around the arena from under his mask. "You've seen...that we carry out...what we promise.... These past weeks have been...almost merciful.... Richard...Matthew...you have been given time to make your decision.... However...it appears as though you are under the misconception that we will eventually give up. That we will cease our lashing out...and go home...." He lowered his head but kept his eyes locked on the stage. "That...is where you...are wrong! I told you...that what we do...is all on you. Your signatures...will stop the chaos...they will stop the violence...they could have prevented broken bones.... They could have prevented...the bloodshed...." He looked down at Nick Hanson then, continuing to speak. "...Rick Dickulous...Matt Klazzic...tonight's bloodshed...again...is on you...."

Doomsday dropped the microphone to the mat and raised the drill up in front of his face and squeezed the trigger. With a whirr the wire wheel spun at a blinding speed as Doomsday turned and motioned for Belphegor to hold Nick Hanson's head still. Belphegor clutched Nick's head like a vice on the crown and under his chin and tilted his cheek up towards Doomsday. Nick Hanson looked at the man with wide eyes, filled with horror. His pleas for help and to be let go could be heard clearly on camera even without a microphone up to his face. On her headset, Miranda Augustino continued to sob uncontrollably, terrified at what was about to happen.

AUGUSTINO
"Oh my god, no! Nick!! Please, someone! If anyone's in the back! You can't let them---!!"

Miranda stopped herself when she heard the fans suddenly let out a pop that filled the arena. Coming back down the ramp, Matt Klazzic hit the ring as fast as he could!! Matt Klazzic slid into the ring and went right after Belphegor to get him off of Nick Hanson, allowing the commentator to roll out of the ring and put a distance between himself and Ultra-Violence. Dropping the drill from his hand, Doomsday converged on Matt Klazzic, engaging in a two on one beatdown on the Turn-It-Up Express member. Only a few seconds into the brawl, the fans popped again as Rick Dickulous came sprinting down the main ramp, half dressed in just jeans and boots. As the other half of Turn-It-Up Express slid into the ring, Doomsday broke away from Matt Klazzic and stepped in to a brawl with Rick directly. The fans started going nuts as the two tag teams traded shots back and forth. The camera cut over to Nick Hanson, briefly, as Miranda Augustino helped him up and over the barricade.

AUGUSTINO
"Nick!! Nick, thank god! C'mere!"

Miranda Augustino sat Nick Hanson down into his chair and handed him a bottle of water. Nick sipped from it, loosening his tie and nodding his thanks.

AUGUSTINO
"Are you okay?"

HANSON
(putting his headset back on)
"I'm....I...oh god.... They almost... They were gonna...."

As the brawl in the ring continued, fans cheers turned to boos as Darius Crowley reappeared and came running into the ring to join into the fray with his Dominion of Pain brethren. Darius went right after Matt, teaming up on him with Belphegor as the two began stomping him in the corner.

HANSON
"Folks, I do apologize. I'm gonna need a moment...."

AUGUSTINO
"Relax, Nick. You're okay, now. Guys, we owe a big thanks so much to Turn-It-Up Express! They saved Nick from god knows what! Now we've got Darius Crowley back out here. It's three on two! Rick and Matt are outnumbered!"

On cue, the fans exploded into another pop as Elizavetta Von Dutch and Jag'hatai D'habi appeared on the stage with D'habi sprinting down the ramp in sneakers and sweat pants with Elizavetta urgently motioning him on to get in there. Jag'hatai hit the ring, clutching something in his hand.

AUGUSTINO
"Wait up, Nick! Jag'hatai's here! The Ragman is in Omaha!"

HANSON
"...Wh-what's he carrying?"

AUGUSTINO
"I think that's...."

As soon as Jag'hatai was in the ring, he entered his stance as Darius Crowley turned to face him. Jag'hatai began taunting his rival with a set of nunchucks in his hand, expertly swinging them through the air as he stared right through Darius Crowley. Sneering back, Crowley stepped in and went for a kick but Jag'hatai used the nunchucks to strike him in the knee. Darius dropped his leg to the mat and stumbled back. He stepped in to throw a jab at Jag'hatai and Jag'hatai struck out with the nunchucks again, hitting him in the wrist.

AUGUSTINO
"Those are nunchucks, Nick! Jag'hatai's got fucking nunchucks! Is that his weapon of choice for the cage match in Detroit?!"

HANSON
"It...it could be...."

Finally, Darius feigned another strike before shooting in and taking Jag'hatai down to the mat with an MMA takedown, starting to trade their own shots again. Rick and Matt, meanwhile began fighting back against Doomsday and Belphegor as security started rushing to the ring, joined by an enraged Steven Brody. The mob of security guards flooded the ring and started fighting to separate the six men, eventually succeeding. As the two sides were separated, Steven Brody yelled at the security to get Ultra-Violence the hell out of the arena. Security finally let go of Turn-It-Up Express and Jag'hatai, leaving them to stand in the ring as security fought to keep Ultra-Violence and Darius back.

AUGUSTINO
"Guys, it looks like security's got things under control. Steven Brody's kicking Ultra-Violence out of the arena! I'm not sure about Darius Crowley! You wanna ask me? They should be arrested for this shit! Put 'em in a fucking cage! You still good, Nick?"

HANSON
"I am. Thanks Miranda. Folks, we're gonna take that quick commercial break now. I'm gonna need to get myself under control. Oh...ohhhh god...."

Winner: Darius Crowley
Result: Submission
Time: 19:31
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We find Eavan Maloney and Anton Crowley sitting backstage in their locker room as Eavan is resetting the tensor tape on her knee. There is a knock on the door, and when Anton answers it, Amy Connors is at the door, microphone in hand with a cameraman in tow.

“We just wanted to know if we can get a few minutes to speak with Eavan.”

Eavan looks over and barely recognizes Amy, and when Anton tells her about the want for an interview, Eavan waves them in. Anton quickly tosses Eavan a Champ-eleon t-shirt which she quickly pulls on, forgetting she was only half-dressed.

“Thank you for meeting with me. I just wanted to get your thoughts on what happened last week?”

Eavan nods, and looks at Anton, who shrugs. Anton gives her a look of ‘say what you feel is right’ and Eavan sighs.

“Honestly, I don’t remember much about last week. I had to watch the show back and I saw my Twitter feed. I remember going to the ring with Anton, I remember Jaz doing her trying to be sexy shit before I threw her back in the ring. Okay, I took a few potshots at her. I remember the first crack with that sledgehammer handle or whatever that was, and nothing else.”

“You don’t remember us talking before your match in the medic room?”

Eavan nods no.

“Like I said, I watched the show afterwards. I watched myself fall off the table, watched myself stagger to the ring, watched myself beat Cherry Adams, but I was out the entire time. Krigare took over that night?”

“Krigare?”

“Yeah. Swedish for Warrior. It’s this entity that lives in me that takes over when I feel like giving up. I’ve had to go there against the likes of Sam Tolson. With Sela Rica-Lark when I still wrestled for Hybrid. And even recently when I faced Adrianna a few weeks ago. The thing is, I might be small, but I have this little switch that goes off that makes me feel like I’m eight feet tall and the strength of a bear and the cunning of a wolf. I started training in my backyard with my brothers. I’ve been to MMA gyms where they spent the first few weeks just throwing me around to toughen me up. I’ve done Crossfit. I went through Na Fianna training and was one of the few who survived it. I have a stupidly high pain tolerance, tested in more ways than I’ll share with you on camera.”

Anton couldn’t help but chuckle and nod, agreeing with Eavan’s claim.

“The fact of the matter is, I’ve been in this business, now for about eight years, six of those I was in the indies. Well, if we’re going to be honest, I did four and a half years in the indies, took a year and a half off to mourn the loss of my best friend. Became a Hooters girl but kept training. Finally about two years ago, I decided to make another go of it. And, you know, outside of Hybrid, I’ve dominated in every company I’ve been in, with an overall win rate of about eighty-five percent. In fact, when I beat Mia tonight, it will be win number one hundred in my career.”

“Let’s talk about Mia Hayashi. She seems to be a rarity for you, in that you’ve openly said you respect her. Do you prepare your matches differently, between opponents you respect versus opponents you don’t?”

Eavan ponders the question for a minute, then shakes her head.

"Not really. I do my typical workouts for my knee and shoulder. I might look over past matches for weaknesses. I think the biggest difference is the mental game. I brought up Sam Tolson earlier, that was a bucket list opponent so I trained my ass off. Yeah, I said some things that got under her skin and into her head, but I had to find an advantage wherever I could. When I fought Addy, same kind of gameplan. However, I think I've got to that point now where I've shown the New Frontier roster what I'm capable of. I beat everyone that's been thrown at me since I walked in the door. Whether it was the Crippler, Dona Rotten, Kingdom members, Unwanted members. I've beaten them all."

“Do you ever contemplate what you will do when you eventually lose the Television Title?”

Eavan looks at the title then back up to Amy.

“I know the day will come when somebody comes along and takes this from me. The era of people holding championships for years has past, and you know what? Honestly, as cool as it is that I currently hold the record for longest reigning Television champion and the most defenses, I don’t want my legacy here in NFW to be just the greatest Women’s Television champion. I think last week I cemented myself as probably the biggest badass in this company, still wish I could remember it, but I want my legacy to be the greatest women’s wrestler EVER in this company. I practically have that honor in the Women’s Wrestling Alliance right now, I’m the greatest wrestler in the modern era over there, and strangely enough I’ve only won the Television Title over there. In something like fifty matches over there, I’ve only lost three times, only really been bested by one person, and I took that win back when it counted most.

So, tonight, I will do what I’ve done for the last two years, and I’m a little more conscious of it now. I’m going to defend this title against Mia, with all the confidence I have in who I am and what I’ve accomplished. And should Mia be the one to break my streak tonight, I will be the first to shake her hand, and then I’ll set my sights on the Silver Mountain title, or hell maybe we’ll finally have the fight the world has wanted to see since the beginning of this year, and I’ll challenge Sativa for the Women’s World title. One loss won’t define me. The other eighteen losses in a hundred and twenty matches didn’t define me either. I’m the main event, the biggest draw in this company right now because the fans are behind me, the roster is lining up to be that one. Bring me all the challengers, I’ll fight them all.”

The camera cuts away then, to….
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[Match #3. Mia Hayashi v. Eavan Maloney © ]
Ringside where Miranda Augustino stands in the ring with the microphone. She looks especially thrilled about this match coming up.

AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!”

HANSON
“Here we go, folks! Championship action!”


The lights darken throughout the arena as the opening riff to Like Ghost’s “It’s Gonna Be Me” cover rips through the arena. The stage lights up with a red hue, revealing a figure cloaked in black and red just as the lyrics start.

You might've been hurt, babe.
That ain't no lie.
You've seen them all come and go.
I remember you told me
That it made you believe in
"No man, no cry".
Maybe that's why

Here, as the chorus starts, the light on the stage illuminates the platform as the figure turns around, revealing Mia Hayashi dressed in her Ruby cosplay from the RWBY franchise, scythe and all, resting across her shoulders in a stylish pose. As the chorus continues, Mia walks down the ramp with authority, focusing on the ring intently.

Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you.
You don't wanna lose it again,
But I'm not like them.
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody,
Guess what?
It's gonna be me.

AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first, the challenger!! From Aurora, Illinois! Representing The Unwanted! MIA HAAAAAAYASHIIIIIIII!!!”

Mia swings the scythe in under the bottom rope and rolls in, popping up into Ruby’s pose again, in the middle of the ring and finally cracks a grin at the camera before handing her scythe and entrance gear over the top rope to the attendant and waits for the match to start.


The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about ten seconds as the opening of "Are You Ready?" by Disturbed plays.

“ARE YOU READY?”

Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in a Harley Quinn-inspired outfit and poses with one hand raised with devil horns. She's bouncing on the stage, her arm up in the air, as David Draiman is singing "get up, get up", rallying the crowd up with the entrance.

AUGUSTINO
“Aaand!! Her opponent!! Accompanied to the ring by The Demon Prince, Anton Crowley! From Ocean City, New Jersey!! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion! The Demon Warrior...EAVAN...MAAAAAALONEEEEEY!!!”

“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”

They walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to strangely enough, cheers from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.

“Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be strong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone
Who cannot be preyed upon”

Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off his shoulders. They touch foreheads before Crowley exits the ring.

~DING DING DING~

Eavan and Mia are in the ring as the ref holds the NFW Women’s Television Championship up for the crowd before handing it off and calling for the bell. The two women circle the ring before finally locking up in the center. Mia gets the advantage and forces Eavan into the ropes. The ref calls for a break and Mia gives it, but as soon as she backs off, Eavan comes charging in and delivers a jumping clothesline that knocks Mia down to the mat. Eavan hits off the ropes and as she does, leaps and goes for a running senton, but Mia rolls out of the way. Mia sets Eavan up and hits the ropes. Mia goes for a shining wizard, but Eavan falls to the mat getting out of the way and grabbing Mia by the tights and rolling her up for a pin.

KICKOUT!

Eavan and Mia both make it up to their feet at almost the same time. Mia grabs Eavan by the ropes and as she does, sends the champion into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and Mia delivers a discus style clothesline that sends the champion down, turning her inside out. Mia picks Eavan up and delivers a simple, yet very effective belly to belly release suplex. Mia presses her advantage by grabbing Eavan by the legs and putting her into a Boston Crab. Eavan screams in pain as the ref asks her if she wants to quit. Eavan shakes her head no and begins crawling towards the bottom rope. After a few moments of clawing and scratching, Eavan finally makes it to the ropes to force the break.

HANSON

Mia breaks the hold at a count of four and Eavan rolls out to the floor to catch a breath. Eavan walks around on the floor as Mia comes out of the ring to meet Eavan with a forearm to the face. Eavan stumbles back, but comes back with a forearm of her own. Mia stumbles back and Eavan takes this chance to get a running start and deliver a jumping knee strike that catches Mia under the chin. Eavan then grabs her challenger and delivers an Inverted DDT onto the floor. Eavan rolls back into the ring as the ref has reached a count of eight and breaks the count before rolling out and grabbing Mia and rolling her back into the ring. Eavan hops onto the ring apron and uses the ropes to deliver a springboard elbow drop and going for a cover.

ONE!

Eavan climbs up to the top rope and as soon as Mia gets to her feet, launches herself and delivers a flying crossbody, but Mia rolls through and grabs Eavan by the arm and puts the champion in an armbar. Mia pulls back on the hold and Eavan screams in pain, but after a couple of moments, she’s able to get out of the hold and back to her feet. Eavan helps Mia to her feet and looks to send her into the ropes. Mia though reverses the whip and Eavan goes into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt before hitting the other ropes and coming off and this time it’s her turn to leap and deliver a slingblade. Eavan once again climbs to the top rope and this time she looks to deliver Twisted Demon, but as she starts coming down, Mia gets the knees up driving them into the champion. Mia then grabs Eavan rolls her up for a pin.

KICKOUT!

Mia once again grabs Eavan by the legs and this time puts the champion into a Texas Cloverleaf! Mia sits back on the lower back which had already been worked on with the Boston Crab and the knees driving into it. Eavan screams out in pain as Mia sits back as far as she can. The ref is in perfect positistion to ask Eavan if she wants to give up. Eavan shakes her head no as she once again begins to claw and scratch her way to the ropes. Eavan gets just finger tips away and as she reaches out, Mia sits up and pulls the champion back to the middle of the ring. Eavan continues to scream in pain, but every time the ref asks, she refuses to give up. After at least thirty seconds in the hold, Eavan raises her hand, looking like she might just tap.

HANSON

Eavan though, refuses and once again starts clawing and scratching her way towards the ropes. She keeps fighting, doing everything she can to ensure she holds onto her Television Championship. After struggling, she finally reaches the bottom rope much to the delight of the crowd. Mia, clearly frustrated, grabs Eavan and pulls her to her feet. Mia grabs the champion and delivers Second Impact! Mia turns Eavan over, but as soon as she does, the bell rings to signal that the time limit on the match has expired.

"Are You Ready?" plays over the speakers as the referee brings Eavan Maloney the Women's TV Title again. As soon as Eavan has it in her hands, she pulls Mia Hayashi into a big hug. The challenger raises the retaining champ's arm in the air, smiling through her exhaustion and disappointment. As Anton Crowley comes into the ring to join Eavan in celebration, Mia leavs the ring to them and heads up the ramp where she finds Adrianna Salvatore waiting. Adrianna pulls her girlfriend into a hug and kisses her on the forehead, then on the lips, hugging her tight as she mouths 'you did so good, baby.'

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Backstage, NFW interviewer Laurie Kenzler stands in front of the interview backdrop, wearing a standard, casual-formal green blouse and black skirt. She smiles calmly at the camera, as she holds the microphone.

“Ladies and gents, boys and girls, welcome! I’m Laurie Kenzler. We’re gonna get back to the matchmaking and ass kicking in just a moment, but first I wanna get a word with one of the tag teams we’re about to see. They need no introduction but I’m gonna give them one anyway. Two badass chicks that represent one of the baddest groups in the business today - The Unwanted - please welcome my guests, Shelley Silver...Angel Kusanagi...Crazy Hot!” Laurie smirks, motioning off camera with her hand as the shot widens as Crazy Hot comes stepping into the frame with their manager Sloane Cameron. The shorter of the two tag members, Angel Kusanagi, stands beside her taller tag team partner, geared up and ready to go. The hood of her robe obscures her face as she stands with her head angled down, only letting her platinum blonde - whiteish hair be seen from underneath. “Ladies, how’s it going?” Laurie asks. “Now...Crazy Hot, is that with or without the hashtag?” She asks, genuinely curious about how the tag name should be displayed and said.

Laurie extends the microphone to Angel Kusanagi who just looks at it. She lifts her head, facing Laurie directly so the camera still doesn’t see her face. Angel looks back down at the microphone, takes Laurie’s hand with hers and very slowly, moves the microphone up underneath Shelley Silver’s mouth.

Shelley couldn’t help but smirk, letting out a small chuckle at the fact that Laurie attempted to get a response out of Angel first. She tilted her head at the question, scrunching up her face in thought. “You know, Laurie, I’m not sure that we’ve actually discussed that. It probably wouldn’t hurt to do so. Right, Angel?” she looked over to her tag partner.

Angel looked up at Shelley from under her hood and just shrugged. “Angerru never think about.” She paused and lowered her head, bringing a hand up to her chin. A moment later, she looked back up at Shelley. “Hashtag...make better?”

Laurie paused, looking at Angel then. “So...Hashtag Crazy Hot?”

Angel looked at Laurie...and shrugged.

Laurie looked at Shelley, even more confused by the odd little Japanese woman she called her tag partner.

“Yes, hashtag not only make better, but I feel like it’s very fitting,” Shelley nodded, wincing a little at her own poor grammar. “So yes, #CrazyHot,” she grinned, nodding emphatically.

Laurie nodded, slowly. “Got it! So then, erm...hashtag Crazy Hot--”

Here, Angel raised a hand up to stop her. “No speak hashtag.”

Laurie paused and looked at Angel, dumbfounded. “Wait, what? So...just Crazy Hot, then? No hashtag?”

Angel shook her head and motioned with her hands as if she were trying to lay things out for the interviewer. “Yes. Hashtag Crazy Hot. But...only speak...Crazy Hot. You...undastand?”

Laurie slowly turned towards the camera with a look on her face that said she was feeling a headache coming on. “Ummm...yeah. Sure.” She winced to push the headache back, as if that worked, then turned to the women again. “So then...Crazy Hot. Tonight, you have a tag team match against Dona Rotten and Cherry Addams, her...daughter?” Laurie looked at the camera and mouthed ‘how the fuck’, before turning back to Angel and Shelley. “Shelley, we know you’ve faced Dona before. Angel, you’ve got quite the blooming rivalry with Cherry. How have you two prepared for this one?” She offers the microphone out to Angel again. Angel looks at it and pushes it over to Shelley.

“You know… I find this matchup funny. I beat Dona. But that same night, Cherry managed to pin my girl here. I’m thinking that these two believe that maybe together, they can use this as the rubber match and beat us,” Shelley rolled her eyes. “They won’t. At the same time, I’d love to see Angel and Cherry go back and forth for a few months. Now that would be some quality content. Dona did give me a damn good match, though. I do look forward to more of that.”

Laurie nodded, feeling like they were getting somewhere. “I feel you, definitely. Both matches a couple of weeks ago were definitely spectacles in their own right. One has to think that seeing Has---, ‘scuse me...Crazy Hot, together against the mother and daughter duo…” Laurie paused and shook her head at the camera before dismissing the confusion. “One has to think that a tag team match between you all would be something to see. I do wanna ask though,” Laurie looked at Angel, thought about it, then looked to Shelley, “last week, Shelley, your partner caught Cherry Addams off guard with a sneak attack after her match against Eavan Maloney. Has she given you, as her friend and confidant, any idea as to why she did so? Did you know what she was planning?”

Laurie starts to extend the microphone out towards Shelley but Angel reaches out to catch her hand and moves the microphone in front of her. Laurie’s eyebrows raise in surprise as Angel holds the microphone and Laurie’s hand up. “Cherry-san need...stay ready...arru time. Angerru pick fight...when Angerru want fight. Cherry-san want to be...sneak bitch? Angerru be...more sneak bitch.” Angel paused and looked up at Shelley, then back to Laurie. “Sherrey-chan...support Angerru. Dona-san support Cherry-san. Mother herrup daughter...both heads...rike...merron….” Angel let go of Laurie’s hand and looked up at Shelley for confirmation, bringing up her hands together but breaking them apart as if to signify a melon being split apart.

Shelley nodded, “not everyone can be like me. Some say I have an eye in the back of my head, others just say that I keep my head on a swivel. And I know that not many can say that. I am very much in tune with my surroundings, and maybe that’s why no one has made a move on me. Am I really ten steps ahead of the entire roster?” she shrugged. “But yes, I do fully support everything that Angel does. Even if I don’t always fully agree with her methods,” she smirked, playfully jabbing Angel in the side.

Angel audibly let out a soft giggle, turning to Shelley. “Uso o tsuku na. Anata wa watashi no hōhō ga daisukidesu!” She responded, shamelessly reaching down below the camera’s frame and gave her tag team a pinch on the ass.

Laurie’s eyes widened a little. “Well, then! Wrapping things up, do either of you ladies have anything you’d like to say, directly to your opponents tonight?”

Angel paused for a moment, before turning to the camera and finally lifted her head, giving a partial view of her face from under her hood and through her strands of white hair. “Cherry-san…. Anata wa anata ga itami o shitte iru to omoimasu. Anata wa chigaimasu. Watashi ga anata to issho ni owatta toki, anata wa sono kotoba ni tsuite mattaku atarashī rikai o motsudeshou. Anata wa watashi no kuso na o sakende motto kongan surudeshou.” Angel smiled slowly and eerily as she brought her fingers up to her mouth and brushed them over her lips, sticking the tip of her tongue out to lick her fingertips and giggled a little again. “Watashi wa anata ni sore o yakusoku shimasu, amai chīsana cherī.” After she finished, Angel lowered her hand again and her expression turned cold and serious again. “Dona-san…. Angerru sorry...about you fucking ruck….” Angel turned back to Laurie and Shelley again, going quiet once more.

Shelley smirked, nodding, “my little pain angel.” She leaned over, kissing the top of Angel’s head. “Ladies, I hope that you’re ready for some serious pain and punishment. You’re about to find out why they call us Crazy Hot.”

Angel’s shoulders shook with another soft...borderline unhinged little giggle. She then, suddenly turned, leaning into the camera and let out a simple, but sudden yell right into the lens before she and Shelley excused themselves from the interview area with Sloane following close behind, before the shot cut back.
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[Match #4. Tag Team Match - Crazy Hot v. Dona Rotten/Cherry Addams]
Back at ringside, Miranda Augustino stands in the ring with the microphone. Flipping her hair back over her shoulder, she smiles at the camera.

AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team match!”


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 steps out of the pentagram as the candles go out and the eerie red lighting shifts into a dark blue with “Summer Breeze” shifting right into Godsmack’s “Bulletproof.” Right at the 0:06 mark as the guitar picks up, the words “SCREAM QUEEN” appear on the video wall and Dona Rotten emerges from the curtain. Coming up to stand beside Cherry, Dona smiles wickedly under her facepaint and strokes Cherry’s face with the back of her hand like a loving mother would her daughter. Cherry seems delighted in this before the two suddenly turn and start towards the ring, side by side.

AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! From The Void...The Walking Contradiction...Cherry...Addams!! And her tag team partner...from Portland, Oregon! The Scream Queen...Dona...Rotten!!”

Both Cherry and Dona enter the ring in their usual manner once they reach ringside. Cherry steps seductively through the ropes while Dona slides in under the ropes. Dona rolls to the center, lying on her back before ‘rising’ like the dead as Cherry comes up behind her. Dona poses on her hands and knees, giving a wicked look at the camera as her daughter hugs her around the neck from behind, smiling and waving her fingers at the lens as they await their opponents.


~YEAH YEAH YEAH....BLACK PINK IN YOUR AREA!~

The lights go out in the arena, as BlackPink's "Kill This Love" breaks the long silence. The Unwanted logo appears on the video wall before 'Thanos Snapping' into a new name - CRAZY HOT - in bold, neon magenta over a black, barbwire background. The name pulses on the screen as, at 0:14 the Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver comes walking out onto the stage, accompanied by her manager Sloane Cameron. The title around her waist. Shelley casually twirls her nightstick in one hand as she walks into view of the fans, smiling around at them all. She comes to the center of the stage just at the 0:29 mark when Angel Kusanagi comes through the curtain, rolling her neck and shaking her fists at her side, ready for a fight. Shelley looks over her shoulder at her, then grins to the camera with just her eyes. Angel throws a few shadow punches and kicks before running at Shelley from behind and hits a baseball slide, slipping between her legs and pops up on one knee, in front of her in her usual ring-pose. At this point, Shelley Silver moves over to stand beside Angel, reaching down with her nightstick and at 0:43 into the song, places it under Angel's chin, 'commanding' her up to her feet in a slow, sensual motion. Angel rises, stepping in and pressing herself against Shelley. Shelley smiles down at the shorter woman, bringing up her other hand to slowly pull the hood back on Angel's robe. She uses the same hand to trace it along Angel's face as she brings her own in pretty close. Angel seemingly submits, standing with her eyes closed as Shelley gently caresses her face. Their noses brush and their lips almost touch before Angel's eyes open and they both turn towards the ring with smirks on their faces.

~LET'S KILL THIS LOVE~

At 1:10 the two step apart, holding hands until their grips part and they begin down the walkway, moving in pace at the music but now with that sense of purpose they each have.

AUGUSTINO
"Their opponents! Being accompanied to the ring by Sloane Cameron!! Representing The Unwanted!! The Leader of the Raindrops AND NFW Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver...and...Angel Kusanagi!! CRAAAAZYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOOTTTT!!!!!!"

Shelley Silver and Angel Kusanagi continue to the ring with Sloane Cameron. Shelley performs her usual entrance into the ring once she ascends the steps. Angel runs up and performs a hop that causes her to slide sideways into the apron, twisting around into a split. The camera conveniently cuts to a backside view of her before switching to the front as she lifts her head with a sadistic, sultry smile on her face from under her hood. Angel slides her legs in behind her, bringing them to a close and rises up backwards onto her feet as Shelley bounces off of the ropes. During a final pass, Angel catches her by the wrist and pulls her in against her with another hand low on Shelley’s back, grinning suggestively up at her. Shelley smirks down at her tag team partner before both woman slowly turn towards the camera. Shelley winks. Angel licks her teeth, and the two move to their corner.

~DING DING DING~

Dona and Shelly are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two women stare at each other, as they circle the ring. Dona is the first to make a move as she charges Shelly and takes her to the mat with a double leg takedown. Dona gets into the mount and just starts throwing forearms trying to break Shelly’s guard with very few strikes actually landing. Dona finally gets up and pulls Shelly up to her feet. Dona sends Shelly into a neutral corner and comes charging in, looking for a splash. As Dona goes airborn though, Shelly gets out of way causing Dona to crash into the turnbuckles. Shelly uses this to grab Dona and deliver a belly to back release suplex before grabbing her opponent and dragging her into her corner where she tags in Angel.

HANSON

Angel comes in off the tag as Shelly picks Dona up and delivers a vertical suplex before Angel uses the ropes to deliver an Assai moonsault. Before she can even go for a pin though, Cherry is in and delivers a hard stomp to the back of Angel’s head. Cherry grabs Dona and drags her over to the corner and tags herself in. Cherry comes in off the tag and picks Angel up, sending her into the ropes. Angel comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt. Angel uses the ropes and hops to the middle rope, looking for a springboard crossbody, but Cherry catches her and just delivers a fallaway slam. Cherry grabs Angel and drags her to the corner where she props the woman up and tags Dona back into the match.

HANSON

Dona comes in off the tag and runs out to the center of the ring where Cherry meets her and Dona uses Cherry like a slingshot and sends her into Angel with a big corner splash. Dona moves out of the way and as she does, Cherry comes flying in with a splash of her own. Cherry gets out of the ring as Dona grabs the dazed Angel and delivers a nasty Saito Suplex out of the corner where Angel hits on the back of the neck. Dona grabs Angel and looks to deliver the Punk-plex, but as she’s setting up for the move, Shelly comes charging in and delivers a forearm to the back of Dona’s head forcing her to release the half nelson. Shelly then grabs Dona and delivers Sundown! But now Cherry comes running in and she grabs Shelly and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Before too long, Dona is back to her feet along with Angel and Cherry has Shelly in her grasp. The four women all begin to just simply brawl and exchange forearms. The match breaks down and the ref has no choice but to call for the bell at this point.

We cut backstage to see Jason Goodnight going through some final preparations for his match. Unbeknownst to Jason, or anyone else for that matter, there is someone watching him from the shadows. The camera zooms in to show Eric Lee peering from around a corner. His face sill that emotionless mask.

We find NFW Women’s Champion Sativa Nevaeh standing with newest NFW and Kingdom member Brittany Hayes. The two were conversing, most likely about the main event match they have tonight. “You ready for tonight?”

"Damn right I am." Brittany said with a sneer on her normally smiling face, fists taped up, as she adjusted her elbow pads and kneepads. "Jasmine told me not to insult Lil's girlfriend. So I won't. But tonight? I am gonna make sure she knows not to step to you or any of us. I promise that."

“It was never about her stepping to me. I expect everyone to step to me.” Sativa paused for a moment. “It’s about what her stepping to me will cause. She couldn’t see it until it was too late. I saw it from the moment she said she wanted a shot. But she was too focused on the title to see.”

"I just don't like her. She thinks she's better than me, I can see it in how she replies to me." Britt shook her head then, trying to refocus. She was putting her complete faith and trust in Jasmine, Sativa, and the others... she knew they were all more experienced than she, and could teach her well. "Sorry. I don't mean to seem bratty, or like I don't listen to you."

“I get it, I really do. I was similar to you when I first started. But you got us. We will all help you out.” Mary stretches and cracks her neck. “Just remember everything we’ve been working on.”

"I will." Brittany said, taking a deep breath. This was an odd situation for her: trying to work for two things she wanted at the same time (respect as a wrestler, AND a spot in The Collective), after never really having worked a day in her life for anything. "I won't let you ladies down. You have my word."

Sativa takes Brittany’s hands in her and shakes her arms, helping her loosen up. “You haven’t yet sweetie. You feeling good? Got any last minute questions?” Sativa lets go of Brittany’s hands and looks her in the eye.

"I'm good. I got this. I was having some issues with my suicide dive earlier in the week, but I worked on it and got the timing down now. I wanna show everyone that I have what it takes." Brittany said, before getting a devious look in her eyes... and leaning in to place a quick kiss on the other woman's lips.

Sativa’s eyes go wide for a moment, the kiss catching her off guard. “Um, wow. Okay. What brought that on sweetie?” She regains her composure and raises a questioning brow.

"What can I say? I wanna make sure ALL of you know where I stand. And that I mean it when I say I wanna be with you guys. May as well start showing some affection, right?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at her friend and partner, a little grin pulling at her lips.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Sativa grins at Brittany and wraps an arm around her waist. “So, celebratory smokes in the back yard back at the castle tonight?”

"You know it, gorgeous." Britt replied with a confident grin, nodding for emphasis. She was a naturally cocky thing by nature... but being around Sativa somehow amplified it. "Let's go beat some Merlex ass."

“Sounds good to me sweetie.” Brittany and Sativa head back towards the Kingdom lockerroom.
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[Match #5. Jason Goodnight v. Wyld Stallion © ]
Back at ringside, Miranda Augustino stands with the microphone in her hand.

AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”

ONE FALL!

AUGUSTINO
“And it is for the NFW Television Championship!”


As the voice of Pinhead at the start of the song begins to sound out, very slowly Jason makes his way out to the entrance ramp, his head swaying side to side as if caught in a trance. He smiles, looking out at the 'children' that surround the ring as he drops to his knees, whispering a prayer to the prophets around him before rising to his feet as the music drops into a loud bass hit.

AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first, the challenger! From Payson, Arizona! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds! “Hellraiser” JASON! GOODNIGHT!”

He rises quickly, moving much faster as he addresses those of the crowd that seem to wish to 'follow' him, resting his palms on their head and 'indoctrinating' them into his way before turning and sliding into the ring. He moves to kneel in the center of the ring as he continues his prayer before rising back to his feet with a laugh and backing to his corner.


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~

Jason Goodnight met Wyld Stallion in the ring, watching the defending champion with a sadistic smile on his face. Both men circled in the center of the ring, looking to get the match underway. Both lunged in for a collar & elbow tie up. Goodnight used his clear strength advantage to force Wyld Stallion down onto his knees. Wyld Stallion tried to push himself back up but Goodnight's strength was too much to fight against and the the Hellraiser delivered a sudden boot to the midsection of the defending champion. Jason Goodnight delivered another and another before coming off of the ropes and delivering a running crossbody while Stallion was down on his knees. Laughing, Jason Goodnight transitioned right into a cover on Wyld Stallion.

ONE!

TWO!

Stallion kicked out and Jason Goodnight sat up on his knees, chuckling down at him as he grabbed him up by his head and whipped him into the ropes. Wyld Stallion came off and Jason Goodnight went for a discus elbow. Stallion ducked underneath it and came off of the ropes again but this time Jason Goodnight caught him and snatched him up, delivering a brutal spinebuster, planting him in the center of the ring. Jason Goodnight threw back his hair, laughing evilly.

HANSON
"Looks like the TV Champion's gonna have his hands full in this one, Miranda!"

AUGUSTINO
"You said it, Ji--"

Miranda Augustino was cut off as the lights to the arena went out and the slow, building intro to SKYND's "Richard Ramirez" flowed out of the speakers. Only the stage remained illuminated as the lyrics to the song began to softly reach the ears of the audience.

When the evening comes and the temperature cools
You open your window
Oh Jenny you fool
Why waste a breath if you won‘t understand
Hell... I‘ll see you in Disneyland

Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that’s how it is
First the crack and then the wiz

AUGUSTINO
"Nick, what the hell is going on here?!"

HANSON
"I have no idea wh--- well wait a minute. There's...."

Up on the stage, as Jason Goodnight stood over Wyld Stallion, Charlie Grace casually came walking out onto the stage with a faintly amused smirk across her lips as she gazed around at the audience. She then looked at Jason Goodnight ans lifted her chin. Her smirk grew into an eerie, knowing closed lip smile. The crowd began to buzz as they noticed the woman who was already well known to the NFW universe. Charlie Grace remained on the stage, however, just smiling at Jason Goodnight as the song continued.

Take life itself it’s in your hands
I‘ll have my way you know who I am
Wiggle and squirm turn white and stop
Your fear will chase with every drop

Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that’s how it is
First the crack and then the wiz

HANSON
"Wait a minute!"

AUGUSTINO
"What the hell?!"

As the music swelled up a figure in the dark jumped the barricade and could be seen sliding into the ring. Weilding something in their hands, the figure ran up on Jason Goodnight from behind and struck him across the back. Jason Goodnight stumbled forward, as the lights came back on revealing...ERIC LEE holding a kendostick wrapped tightly in barbwire. Dressed in his ring gear, the highly anticipated arrival focused on Jason Goodnight.

HANSON
"Eric Lee!!! Eric Lee is here!!!"

AUGUSTINO
"Looks like we know who his first victim i--"

Miranda stopped short as Eric Lee swung in overhead with his kendo stick and cracked Jason Goodnight over the head. Unsure of what was really going on, Wyld Stallion rolled out of the ring as the referee called for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

AUGUSTINO
"Why is Eric Lee attacking Jason Goodnight?!"

HANSON
"Charlie Grace said he doesn't discriminate! He just picks who he wants! Like a name out of a hat! I guess Jason got the unlucky draw!"

AUGUSTINO
"Unlucky indeed! Look at this!"

Jason Goodnight fell back into the ropes with his arms hung up onto it as Eric Lee began lashing away with the kendo stick. Crack after crack after sickening crack reverberated throughout the arena as he struck away at the man until blood dripped down Jason Goodnight's face and arms. After Goodnight was essentially a bleeding mess, Eric Lee discarded the kendo stick over the top rope and delivered a kick to the midsection. Jason Goodnight doubled over, stumbling away from the ropes. As he did, Eric Lee wrapped an arm around his neck and bent him backwards, delivering a rotating reverse STO that was known as Visions of Insanity!!

HANSON
"WOW!! Eric Lee has come to make a statement!!"

"Richard Ramirez" played over the speakers again as Eric Lee knelt beside his fallen target. An eerie calm look on his face as he stood to his feet and moved towards the ropes before rolling out and retrieving his kendo stick. The referee returned to the inside of the ring to check on Jason Goodnight as Eric Lee calmly made his way up the ramp to join Charlie Grace on the stage and turn back to watch the ring. The announce team was in absolute stunned silence as Grace and Lee watched the ring for a moment before Charlie Grace lead the way back through the curtain. Resting the barbwire kendo stick over his shoulder as he followed his manager out and the shot faded to a commercial.

Winner: N/A
Result: No Contest
Time: 3:52
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Fire and Ice are seen standing in the middle of the ring, holding their Women’s Tag Team Titles up high in the air as the crowd boos them. Fire marches around the ring, mocking the crowd as she pats her title and says some stuff to them before their music cuts out and she stands there next to Ice who hands her partner the microphone.

“I bet the Skillz Vendorz think they are owed a title match now after they defeated my girl Ice here two weeks ago.”

The crowd immediately begins a Skillz Vendorz chant as Fire just looks at Ice who rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders at the red head.

“Newsflash though! The only reason that nerdy, British midget beat my girl is because she was distracted! If it wasn’t for Kat getting involved in the god damn match, Ice would have locked that bitch in the Icicle and she would have been screaming for her mum and tapping the mat furiously so she could get some relief.”

The crowd continues to boo the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions and the two soak it in. Fire raises the mic up to her mouth to begin speaking again and before she can get a word out, “Waters of Megalovania” starts to play and the crowd erupts as Kat and Sammi appear at the top of the ramp with microphones in hand.

Both Kat and Sammi are wearing street clothes - Kat’s in a black mini skirt with knee high boots, Sammi’s wearing khaki cargo shorts and Chuck Taylor sneakers - but both have matching white t-shirts with Player 1 (Kat) and Player 2 (Sammi) on the front. As usual, Sammi’s wearing some type of goofy video game or anime hat. Tonight, it’s a Pikachu beanie, complete with the ears and everything. Cute as she looks, however, she’s just as serious as Kat looks as the two stop when they reach center stage.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa whooooooaaaaaa.” Kat says into the microphone, bringing a hand up to stop Fire. “Slow down, puta.” The crowd ‘ooooooooohs’ at her little jab thrown towards the redhead. “I got involved? Bitch, you’re saying I got involved?!” Kat points to herself, raising her eyebrows at Fire like she has some damn nerve to make such an accusation. “Mira we, the only reason I got involved in Sam’s match with your little pixie chick there is to keep your Girls Gone Wild ass from sticking your nose into it.”

The crowd lets out a louder ‘oooooooh’ and even Sammi Belmont goes wide eyed with her mouth in the shape of an O as if she’s making the same noise.

Kat shakes her head and continues. “I swear, the thing I can’t stand about bitches like you is---” She’s suddenly stopped by Sammi putting her hand over the microphone. Kat looks at her in surprise but the shorter, UK native motions to let her speak before turning towards the ring and raising her own mic up.

“Oi, sorry about that, mates.” Sammi says, stopping to think for a second and shrugs. “Well, not really sorry ‘cause it’s true. But anyway! Oi, Ice! Or Lil. Can I call you, Lil, mate?” Sammi’s expression softens a little to one of more curiosity than animosity as she shrugs her empty hand up. “Like, seriously, yeah? What happened? Seemed like you and me, we were havin’ a chat about havin’ a good match between us. And then she goes and gets involved.” Sammi motions to Fire and shrugs again. “You can’t handle your own business, mate. Is that it?” Sammi lowers the microphone, as does Kat.

Fire looks at the two women standing on the ramp. You can see the rage building up inside of her as she looks at Ice who just shrugs and looks down at the duo. Fire once again raised the microphone up to her mouth.

“Ice here doesn’t have any explaining to do to anyone. And as for me, I was simply up there cheering my best friend on. Then you, Kat, had to come over and drop me! That’s classic distraction right there.” Fire says as she walks up to the ropes and looks over them down at the pair. “But if it’s not about video games and all that nerdy ass shit, you two simply don’t get it. You don’t get that we’re The Kingdom, that we run this division! We are the standard that all tag teams strive to be. We know everything the other is about to do before they even do it! We don’t strive for individual success, we strive to be the best tag team in the world and right now, that’s exactly what we are and there’s nobody in this division that can prove otherwise. Oh, and Kat, it’s faerie, you dumbass, not pixie.”

Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont exchange looks before Kat rolls her eyes and shrugs at Fire. “Mira, you say tomato--” she gestures to Sammi, “she says ‘tomahto--” then gestures to herself, “I say tomate.” Kat shrugs. “Frankly, I don’t care what you call her. Her attitude between in the ring and behind a keyboard’s starting to show that she’s just as much of a trickster as you are. Ain’t that a trait of pixies in myth? Alex might wanna watch out, yeah? Oh, wait. Faerie. Sorry, I don’t wanna make your ass any more sore than it probably already is. However, comma!” Kat and Sammi exchange looks again...and start slowly walking down the ramp, towards the ring. “You wanna talk about running this division? I say it’s a fluke! The standard that all tag teams strive to be? Last I checked, you’re still stuck on the developmental circuit of another promotion!”

The crowd stirred again as the Skillz Vendorz continued towards the ring, not really in a hurry but just casually, slowly strolling down as Kat talked.

“In fact, I’d be willing to bet that if this company had a developmental gig, you two’d be stuck on there, too. Sam and I? We busted our asses for almost four years on the indies before we got to make it here! Now, Fire? Maybe you’re bad shit. Maybe! You did win that fatal fourway tag match to earn a shot at those belts. But! Maybe that was all dumb luck. Maybe when you go one on one against a real tag team and not one that’s been together for just a year, you ain’t so bad.”

By this time, Ice has grabbed the microphone out of Fire’s hands and holds it up to her mouth. She looks down at the duo, there was a different look in her eyes now, something that isn’t necessarily seen in her very often.

“Don’t you EVER talk about Alex, you...you freaking idiot!” Fire looks over at her partner and just chuckles a little bit as she hears Ice actually speak in a ring for once. But just like that, she hands the microphone back to Fire and stands there stoic once again.

“Who gives a flying fuck about some other company? In this ring, all that fucking matters is what goes on here in the New Frontier! And here, we have the gold. And yeah, this chick who’s “still in developmental” beat three other teams on her fucking own because her partner was laid up with an injured neck. You say luck, I say I was smarter and picked my fucking spots to strike at the right time. But, three teams being beat by one person, that doesn’t look very good on the rest. And weren’t you two in that match? I think you two were and couldn’t get the fucking job done. What makes the two of you think you can do it now when we’re at full strength.”

Fire sits down on the middle rope and motions for them to get into the ring.

“You two wanna fight, come on in and fight then! It ain’t like we’re scared of you two or anything.”

Kat twists her mouth sideways and chuckles like ‘oh, really?’ She nudges Sammi with her hand and motions to Fire & Ice before raising the mic up again and turning to look at the two. “Like I said, you might be bad, chica. Might be. But the one thing that has me doubting? The fact that your culo de puta idiota couldn’t beat me in a singles match without using the ropes and my tights, just last week. So you bitches want some? Come get some!”

“Welp! Sorry, Alex!” Sammi says quickly into the camera before she and Kat drops the mics and go sprinting down the rest of the ramp. Just as they start to reach the ring, however, another voice over the speakers stops everything.


“HEY HEY HEY HEY! STOP! NOW! RIGHT - GODDAMN - NOW!”

The Skillz Vendorz stop and all eyes in the arena go up to the stage as Commissioner Steven Brody comes storming out, holding up a finger on one hand and a microphone to his mouth in the other. “No. Absolutely, not. We are not doing this here. Not like this!” The Commissioner says with a fuming expression on his normally calm face. “I’ve already got two tag teams at each other’s throats. I’ve got two non-competitive staff in the hospital. I’ve got roster members causing problems outside of shows. You four are not gonna add to the goddamn insanity!” He says, jabbing a finger down at the ring. “Now...normally, this would be a matter for Elizabeth Greene to handle but with how serious everything is, I’m stepping in. So, here’s my question for you ladies. You wanna fight?”

Kat and Sammi look at each other, shrug and nod. They look behind them at Fire and Ice. Sammi raises the microphone up. “You two never back down from one of those, right?”

Fire raises the microphone up to her mouth and glares at the duo and then up at the commissioner. “You’re damn right we want a fucking fight!”

Steven Brody nods, raising up a hand to have Fire calm down as he lifts the microphone up. “Alright, then. So, as head owner of this company as a whole, here’s what I’m gonna do. Scratch that. Here’s what we are gonna do.” He motions between himself and the two tag teams. “As for tonight. You girls are gonna go your separate ways and you’re gonna chill out. I swear on my life, if you get caught mixing it up backstage, you’re gonna regret life as a wrestler. But! I’m gonna sweeten the deal since I actually enjoy what both of you teams do separately in the ring. So! Next week, let’s put two good things together. Non-title match.” Brody raises a finger to make sure that point is stressed. “Skillz Vendorz...versus Fire and Ice! You girls can beat the hell out of each other all you want. Also! Seeing as how the Women’s Tag Team Champions are competing. That puts the Right To Challenge rule in effect. So...champs? You lose this match?” He motions to the Skillz Vendorz. “These two reserve the right to challenge for the titles. And you will defend them, or forfeit!”

Brody lowers the microphone as the crowd erupts into an explosive pop. Kat and Sammi go wide eyed, jaws dropped and high five each other before turning to Fire & Ice, awaiting their answer. Sammi, being the little antagonistic one she is, spreads her arms out and tilts her head.

Fire and Ice get out of the ring and get right up in the faces of Kat and Sammi with Fire standing over the smaller Sammi as the two hold the Women’s Tag Team Titles up in the air. “You know what, we can wait until next week. You two are fucking on!”

Fire drops the mic as the two brush shoulders with their foes as they walk up the ramp backwards, the redhead still jaw jacking a little bit as they hold the titles up high and proud before they brush pass Steven and through the curtain as “A Song of Ice And Fire” played throughout the arena and the shot faded out to a final commercial.
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The camera’s cut to a dark room somewhere in the back. Sitting in the darkness, a light barely illuminating his face, is none other than Eric Lee. He looks right into the camera as if his cold, dead eyes are staring into your soul.

“Hello.”

His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. The mannequin-like appearance on his face finally shifts. The corners of his mouth slightly twitch before arcing up into a disturbing and creepy smile.
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[Main Event: Tag Team Match - The Kingdom (Sativa Nevaeh & Brittany Hayes) v. Merlex]
Returning from the final commercial break, the camera finds Miranda Augustino in the ring with the microphone.

AUGUSTINO
“Bitches and gentlemen! This next match is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is your MAIN EVENT!”


The lights go completely out as Them Evils' "Got Me Rockin'" abruptly kicks in. At 0:11 when the lyrics start, the blinking lights to a jacket are seen up near the entrance stage. The arms spread out, akin to how Chris Jericho used to do. Then, at 0:21, the lights for the walkway come on, revealing Alex Brody standing with her back to the ramp, wearing her black and blue gear and her patented own LIONHEART jacket, given to her by the man himself. On the floor, Erin Mercer lays on her stomach under Alex's legs with her chin resting on her hands as her feet kick to the rhythm of the music. As expected, she's wearing her own style of gear but with a matching color theme to Alex's. This makes her bright red hair stand out even more. The camera zooms in low on the two. Erin Mercer winks and blows a flirty smooch to the camera before pulling herself up and onto her feet where she's standing back to back with Alex Brody. Alex lowers her arms and turns around with a determined expression, putting herself beside Erin. The two friends bang forearms together and immediately start towards the ring.

AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! From Los Angeles, California! The Red Queen...ERIN...MERCER!! And...from San Diego, California! Lionheart...ALEX...BRODY!!! They are...MERLEX!!!”

Alex Brody and Erin Mercer reach the ring, both sliding in under the bottom rope and each doing their own rock and roll motions to their music. Alex plays air guitar - adorably, one might add - and Erin bends at her knees, headbanging and getting really into the song. She pumps the horns in the air for the duration that the music plays before it fades out and the two women remove their leather jackets.


The lights dim down in the arena as ‘BEHOLD THE KINGDOM’ fills the video wall and Diamante’s “Sound of Us” rips through the arena.

Telling me no all my life
Trying to put out the fire
You don't know gold when it shines
I'm coming in like a flood
Something that you can't outrun
Won't be the same when I'm done

As the opening verse plays, the curtain parts and the entirety of The Kingdom appears out on the stage. Literally, all...seven...members. All coming out on the stage and lining up side by side like a defiant force against their enemy. As the song reaches the bridge, however, the group gathers together to all give last minute wishes to the two competing members before Sativa Nevaeh and Brittany Hayes break off from the group and come walking down the ramp.

Hey, come and raise your flag
We made it baby here we go

Brittany Hayes looks more confident tonight as she has one of her teammates with her in the match, this time. Her tag team partner, Sativa Nevaeh, walks beside her with her mask over the bottom of her face, staring hard towards the ring. The Women’s Championship glistening around her waist.

This is the sound of us
Guitars and dying drums
This is the sound, the sound of us
This is the sound of us
Made out of sweat and blood
This is the sound, the sound of us

AUGUSTINO
“Their opponents! Representing The Kingdom! Brittany Hayes...AND...the NFW Women’s Champion...Darth Ganja...SATIVA...NEVAEH!!”

Brittany and Sativa enter the ring in their usual singles manner, coming to stand to the center of the ring with Sativa Nevaeh unclasping the Women’s Title from around her waist. She raises it up, looking right at Alex Brody as she does. Alex looks at Sativa with disinterest. Brittany Hayes stands beside her, talking trash to Merlex until the referee gets The Kingdom to back up into their corners so the match can start as they remove their entrance gear.

~DING DING DING~

Sativa and Erin are in the ring as the bell sounds. Sativa looks over Erin’s shoulder and points to Alex and yells for Erin to tag her in. Erin shakes her head and simply refuses to as Sativa yells that she wants Alex so she can teach her a lesson. Erin continues to refuse as she charges at Sativa and delivers a series of kicks to the legs of Sativa who only seems to get angrier with each kick she receives. Sativa then grabs Erin by the hair and pulls her down to the mat. Sativa then delivers a running senton splash before picking Erin up and sending her into her own corner and yelling at Alex to tag herself in. Alex refuses still and just jumps off the ring apron shaking her head no.

HANSON

The anger in Sativa’s eyes was clear as Alex still refused to tag herself into the match. Mary yells out to the woman that she’s a damn coward and grabs Erin who has had enough time to recover and delivers a German Suplex to Mary into the turnbuckle. Mary’s head bounces off the middle turnbuckle and Erin drags her into the middle of the ring and goes for a cover.

Erin picks Sativa up and sends her into the ropes. As Sativa hits the ropes, Brittany reaches out and tags herself into the match. Sativa comes off the ropes and Erin delivers a hurricanrana and goes for a cover but the ref tells her Sativa is no longer legal. Before Erin can react though, Brittany is in and delivers a basement dropkick to her seated opponent. Brittany picks Erin back up off the mat and sends her into the corner. Brittany comes charging in and delivers a corner dropkick before snapmaring Erin out of the corner and climbing to the top rope and delivers a double stomp to the midsection of Erin and going for a cover.

Brittany picks Erin up and looks to deliver a DDT, but Erin counters out of it and instead delivers a northern lights suplex. Alex is back up in the corner as she reaches a hand out for a tag and Erin obliges. As Alex comes into the ring, Sativa grabs Brittany and pulls her out to the floor. Alex sees this and hits the ropes. Alex comes diving through the ropes, looking to hit a suicide dive onto Brittany, but instead she hits Sativa who pushed her partner out of the way. Alex drives Sativa back first into the barricade and as she hits, the back of her head bounces off the top of the barricade causing her to slump onto the floor. It’s in that moment, that Ice is seen sprinting down the ramp. She gets down next to Sativa and looks up at Alex. Alex begins to apologize and tell her girlfriend that she didn’t mean to hit Sativa. As this is going on, Brittany has had enough time to recover and deliver a dropkick to the back of Alex which drivers her face first into the barricade. Ice continues to check on Sativa as Brittany rolls Alex back into the ring.

Brittany gets up to the top rope and looks for a frog splash, but Alex rolls out of the way causing Brittany to crash into the mat. Alex gets up and dives to her corner for a tag. Erin comes in off the tag and as Brittany gets to her feet, she grabbed and immediately dropped with a snap DDT. Erin then picks Brittany up and sends her into the ropes. Erin doesn’t see Sativa get back up and tag herself in as Brittany hits the ropes. Brittany comes off the ropes and as she does, Erin delivers the spinning elbow smash that causes Brittany to just collapse to the mat. Sativa takes this time to climb to the top rope and as Erin turns around, Sativa delivers a missile dropkick to the redhead. Sativa then grabs Alex and pulls her into the ring as Ice is just outside looking on. Sativa drags Alex over towards Ice and asks if the title is more important than her.

HANSON

As Sativa is doing this though, Erin comes up behind the green haired woman and delivers a snap dragon suplex. Erin then yells for Alex to deliver some sort of move. Alex climbs to the top rope and Ice hops up onto the apron pleading with Alex not to do anything to her friend. Alex looks at Ice and then at the fallen Sativa and goes for a shooting star press, but Sativa had enough time to get out of the way. Alex crashes down to the mat and Ice jumps down, the confliction in her eyes right now. Erin grabs Sativa and looks to deliver Red Death, but Mary is able to counter it and deliver Got ‘Em before climbing to the top rope and hitting the Sonic Screwdriver and covering Erin.

ONE!

The bell sounds as Ice just stands outside of the ring, looking on for a moment as Sativa grabs Brittany and they have their hands raised in victory. Alex pulls Erin out of the ring and looks at Ice who immediately looks away and starts to walk away from the ring as her stablemates celebrate their win.