Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jul 16, 2019 16:22:06 GMT -8
From the introduction video, the shot cuts to the outside of the Denny Sanford Premier Center in Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
From there, the shot cuts to the inside of the arena as the opening pyro goes off on the stage.
Across the audience, we hear the deafening cheers of excitement from the fans as they prepare for the show to start. Signs being held up into the air, over their heads.
SIOUX FALLS LOVES NFW
STOP MAKING THE FAERIE SAD
BE NICE TO THE INTERN
DOMINION’S GONNA KILL REYNOLDS
FRIGHTNERS ARE SPOOOOOOKY
HEY ULTRAVIOLENCE PAYBACKS A BITCH
FInally, the camera settles on the announce table where we are greeted by the ever enthusiastic Nick Hanson and always laid back, lovely Miranda Augustino.
HANSON
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! We are LIVE in Sioux Falls, South Dakota--”
AUGUSTINO
“South Dah-kooota!”
Miranda Augustino chimes in, putting on a stereotypical South Dakota accent.
HANSON
“You know? Sometmes, with you, it’s like Jim never quit commentary.”
AUGUSTINO
“That’s what I’m here for, Nicky. Gotta fill in the spaces!”
She toasts with her Dunkin coffee cup and sips from it as Nick Hanson laughs and turns back to the camera.
HANSON
“Yes, folks. We are live here at the Denny Sanford Premier Center! Home of the Sioux Falls Stampede of the United States Hockey League! You like hockey, Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“I love any sport where the competitors can beat the fucking shit out of each other, Nick! You know that.”
HANSON
“So I’ll take that as a yes.”
AUGUSTINO
“You know, I knew a hockey player once. His shit was curved just as much as his stick.”
Nick Hanson goes quiet and just stares at Miranda Augustino, practically mortified. He clears his throat and adjusts his tie before looking back at the camera, bouncing his eyebrows up as if to say ‘well then.’ Miranda Augustino brings her cup up and winks at the camera.
HANSON
“Well! Anyway, we thank you for deciding to join us tonight, folks! As always, a stacked card tonight. Both TV Titles on the line and an insane main event as we’re gonna see Jag’hatai D’habi - The Ragman - team up with Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic of Turn-It-Up Express to take on Darius Crowley and Ultra-Violence of the Dominion of Pain in a six-man tag team match.”
AUGUSTINO
“I hope Rick, Matt and D’habi kick the fucking shit out of those three! Speaking of which, you good, Nick? You don’t need therapy or anything?”
HANSON
“Well...no, I….”
AUGUSTINO
“No, I’m serious. I was really worried about you, last week. You see me bawling my eyes out?”
HANSON
“I did. I appreciate your concern. I’m still in one piece, though! Thanks to the first team we mentioned. How are you doing? You took a fall last week, too.”
AUGUSTINO
“I rolled my ankle a little thanks to a fucking ASSHOLE in a mask but I’ll be fine. Commissioner Brody’s put out the word that none of that shit’s gonna fly anymore!”
HANSON
“He did, indeed. On the flip side however, we have to wonder if Turn-It-Up is gonna accept the challenge for the Tartarus Prison Match. Without a doubt, one of if not the most brutal match to have ever taken place within New Frontier Wrestling. A steel cell...thumbtacks...barbwire...explosive turnbuckles. It’s not gonna be pretty.”
AUGUSTINO
“I say sign the match and let the boys beat the bastards at their own game!”
HANSON
“Well, that’s just one match set for Motor City Mayhem, in August when we roll into Detroit, Michigan. But tonight, we’ve got so much going on. We mentioned Jim Reynolds earlier. Well, we’re gonna see his new clients in action as The Renegades take on Eddy Poe and his nephews The Frightners. We’re also gonna be seeing the highly anticipated debut of Eric Lee! He’ll be debuting against another debuting star, Lucifer Phoenix of Power Trip! I’m sure we’ll be seeing the rest of their debuts very soon in the near future! But for now, let’s get this show rolling, folks! It is time for NFW Collision!”
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“Trust me, buddy. If the reviews on the internet are true, this will be the best place for lunch. And it's on me this time, I mean, sure I got my time zones mixed up and we arrived way early for the show. But hey, at least we get a good lunch out of it, right?"
*The camera pans out and we see Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous walking around downtown Milwaukee in their ring attire, oblivious to the looks they're getting from people walking past them, as well as the mini three-car pileup they had inadvertently caused at the last intersection.*
"This Google Driving app says we have another three blocks down this way, then we turn left and we'll be at the best BBQ place around!" Matt says confidently as he continues to stare at his phone as Rick pulls him back from crossing a busy intersection.
"Matt-guy...you gotta stop being a zombie, bud! Jesus, you're worse than those kids playing pokémon go, eh?"
*As they walk, Rick peeks a look at the screen*
"Craig's Smokehouse, eh guy? Sounds like some good eats, bud! I'm so hungry I could eat the asshole out of a dead moose..."
*Rick talks with his hands as they walk. Audibly off camera we hear: "What the *beep* are those fools wearin'?"
"Craig's? Oh, we're going to someplace better. I did some research on someplace called 'Read It" and they gave me a place called Shaker's. I looked up the Wikipedia page they gave me and it sounds perfect!" Matt says as he stops to wave at some fans honking their horn as they drive by. "These fans are great, aren't they? I don't think they've stopped honking at us the entire time we've been walking. Maybe they're with that lifting drive service."
"One of those would be kinda nice right now, bud. We've been walking for hours, eh? Are you SURE you got the settings right on that map, guy?"
*As they walk past a few 'working girls,' Rick turns and looks down at Matt with concern*
"Guy, did you forget to click "Avoid Crackheads"? That's all we need now for a full card on Ghetto Bingo, bud!"
"You're right. The app says we're heading in the right direction, but I think the app is broken. There's no way it should only take us 10 minutes to get there, see?" Matt holds up the phone to Rick.
*Immediately Rick lets out a groan, palming his face*
"Dammit, guy! You've got it set to 'driving,' not 'walking.' Don't get me wrong, I'm all for goin' out fer a good long rip...but I'll usually pack a little 'energy'. I ran out of my good stuff a mile back...all I got left is the shake."
*Rick bring his right foot up and taps it as he takes a step, without losing a beat.*
"Oh, is that what it is? This technology is too fancy for me...," Matt says as he's interrupted by his phone.
"Turn left, then you will arrive at your destination," the phone says.
"There we go. See? There it is. Shaker's...Cigar...Bar?"
"Guy...a cigar bar isn't exactly a smokehouse...but I bet if I talk to the right person in there I can 'regain my energy,' if ya know what I mean, bud?"
*As they walk up to the door, Rick holds it open for Matt, motioning him through - his Canadian habits always finding a way to surface*
"You got it. Sorry for the mix-up buddy," Matt says as he walks in ahead of Rick.
*As they walk up to the hostess table, she looks at both of them for a moment.*
"Let me guess, Wikipedia and Reddit reference?" She bluntly asks.
"Actually, guy, I think it was Google."
*Rick points at his phone on the desk as the hostess looks closely at it, bending forward just enough to show her goods.*
"You know, you can really get all sorts of back pains if you lean forward like that I can let you see my phone, if that will help," Matt says politely as he offers her his phone. "We have reservations for two for the exclusive area, I believe."
"Wait, guy....did you seriously turn this reservation up to eleven? Is this where we have our team building inspirational heart to heart bro talk, bud? Like in the movies?"
"You got it, buddy," Matt says with a broad grin under his mask as he and Rick give a high five. The hostess watches this and nods to herself as if she just put 1 and 1 together before writing something down on her book.
"Ok, gentlemen. If you two are ready, we can lead you right this way and you can select your jackets. You two want matching jackets, right?" She asks before shaking her head. "Waitaminute, ofcourseyoudo.Itmustbeacouplesthing," she says to herself as she marks something down in her book. "Ok gentlemen? Right this way."
*Rick and Matt follow her down a hallway, stopping partway down at a closet. She opens the door to reveal a multitude of smoking jackets, all arranged by colour* "Gentlemen, feel free to select any of our complimentary jackets to wear in our lounge."
*She looks Rick up and down*
"Good luck..."
*As they look down the row, Rick and Matt both reach for mustard yellow jackets, clearly matching their black and yellow outfits*
"Guy, this yellow is almost perfect..."
"Buddy, as always, you read my mind!" Matt says with an emphatic thumbs up as the hostess in the background walks away slowly saying 'wow' to herself as she walks off-camera.
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[Match #1. Singles Match - Lucifer Phoenix v. Eric Lee w/Charlie Grace]
Inside the ring, Miranda Augustino is seen standing in the center with the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is your opening match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring: “The Phoenix’s Seed” LUCIFER...PHOENIX!!”
The camera focuses on Lucifer Phoenix, warming up in the corner for his match. His entrance gear is already removed and he’s ready to go.
HANSON
“Lucifer Phoenix, ladies and gentlemen. Son of Jason Phoenix and Morgan Alvertez. Also signed with NFW but Lucifer’s making the debut for the family as he takes on another recent acquisition and---”
The arena lights dim and fog fills the entrance area and a spotlight lands on the entrance. The hauntingly eerie intro to “Richard Ramirez” by SKYND fills the arena.
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
Eric Lee steps out from the back along with Charlie Grace. He glares out at the crowd as they boo him loudly as they walk to the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing his opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by Charlie Grace! From Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds! He is “the Ultraviolent God.” ERIC...LEE!!!”
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
He looks around as if listening to someone or something instructing him. He slides into the ring and crawls to the center. Charlie quickly climbs the steps and enters the ring. She respectfully stands to the side, letting the full attention of the crowd and cameras be on her client.
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
Ssssh, be quiet
Hush he said
The demon is alive
The demon wants you dead
He gets on his knees and looks straight ahead with an eerie calm. He then crawls over to his corner and sits there leaning back against the turnbuckles. Charlie then exits the ring and takes up her place on the outside, in Eric’s corner.
~DING DING DING~
As the ref called for the bell, Lucifer Phoenix stepped out of his corner, towards the center of the ring. He watched Eric Lee as the man sat back in his corner, looking at his opponent with an almost bored, uninterested expression. Finally, after some words from Charlie Grace, inaudible to the audience, Eric Lee reached up to the top rope and pulled himself to his feet. He walked, leisurely, to the center of the ring where Lucifer Phoenix waited impatiently. The young blood smirking finally as the seasoned veteran who’d made his name well known in other promotions stepped up to meet him face to face. Lucifer Phoenix sized Eric Lee up, shaking his head to the crowd and thumbing to his opponent with disinterest before he started asking Eric directly, questions like ‘are you ready to be destroyed?’ and ‘do you know who I am?’ He looked to the crowd again, shaking his head. ‘He doesn’t know who I am. I’ll show him!’ Lucifer turned his attention back to Eric, just as Eric grabbed him by the back of the head and fired off a stiff elbow right across the cheek that knocked the young rookie backwards. The crowd exploded as the match started with outright striking from Eric Lee, delivering multiple elbows to the face and body of Lucifer with the occasional kick to the legs. All of this backed the young man up into the corner where Eric Lee immediately grappled him by the head and proceeded to drive knees into the young man’s ribs. Think along the lines of traditional Muay Thai matches.
HANSON
“My god!! The intensity of this match just went from zero to, I’d say about seven, in point zero two seconds!”
AUGUSTINO
“It’s gonna be at eleven before long, at this rate!”
As the referee reached four in the count, Eric Lee whipped Lucifer Phoenix out of the corner but held him by the wrist, ripcording him back in for an Exploder Suplex into the corner. Even though the majority of the fans cheered for the violence he was instantly dishing out, Eric Lee sat up with a twisted, seething look of hate in his eyes as he looked around at the screaming masses. A quick cut to Charlie Grace showed a small, elegant smile on the woman’s lips as if she were enjoying a broadway show as her client got to his feet and went right for Lucifer Phoenix again, bent on dismantling the boy.
As Eric pulled Lucifer to his feet, Lucifer burst to life, raking Eric’s eyes and ignoring the referee’s warning as he started feeding him forearms. Lucifer Irish whipped Eric into the ropes, and hit a Japanese Armdrag. As Eric popped up into a sitting position, Lucifer ran in with a penalty kick to the spine of his opponent. Eric Lee fell back to the mat and Lucifer Phoenix dropped down and hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Another shot of Charlie Grace showed that the woman was still calm and collected as if she wasn’t even worried about her client. Another quick cut to the front row of the audience, focused on special guest Vanita Thompson watching with interest in her eyes. A smirk playing on her dark lips.
HANSON
“Heeeeey! Look who we got joining us tonight!”
AUGUSTINO
“ViViiiiii!”
Miranda Augustino squeals with excitement and adoration.
HANSON
“Vanita Thompson, folks! You can catch her over on our affiliate EWC’s Prime show! Happy to have her take the time to check us out here at NFW!”
AUGUSTINO
“She’s here to watch Eric Lee kick the shit out of somebody but it looks like Lucifer Phoenix is proving he’s not as green as most rookies!”
Indeed not, as Lucifer Phoenix continued to showcase his athleticism and drive as he ran across the ring and nailed Eric Lee with a dropkick in the corner. Eric fell down to a sitting position as Lucifer popped up, ran to the opposite corner and pushed off with his foot on the middle turnbuckle, running in for a hesitating dropkick to his opponent. The crowd reacted emphatically from the impact as Lucifer Phoenix began stomping away at Eric Lee, brutally and mercilessly until the referee flat out pulled him away and began chiding him. As this started, Charlie Grace suddenly climbed up onto the apron and began fiddling with the strings to the top turnbuckle padding. The crowd boo’ed.
HANSON
“Aw, now what the hell is she do--you know what? Nevermind. Lee probably would have found a way to do it himself, eventually.”
AUGUSTINO
“Exactly. Don’t waste a thought on it, Nick.”
Charlie Grace removed the padding and dropped back down to the floor, kicking the padding under the ring before stepping back and resumed her cool, calm demeanor. She glanced sideways at the camera and gave an elegant, devious smirk as Eric Lee started pulling himself to his feet. Lucifer Phoenix moved passed the ref to advance on his opponent again but Eric Lee lunged forward and landed a kick to the midsection. Having realized what his manager did to aid him, he grabbed Lucifer by the back of the head and rammed his face right into the exposed steel buckle. Lucifer recoiled back by Eric grabbed him and pulled him right back over, ramming his face repeatedly into the buckle again and again, up to a ten count. When he finally let him go, Lucifer staggered back and fell to a knee in the center of the ring where Eric ran in and delivered a sliding forearm, driving him to the mat and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eric Lee came up onto his knees and proceeded to deliver closed fists to Lucifer Phoenix until the ref got him to back away. Lee did, but only to move to the corner and climb to the top turnbuckle as Lucifer Phoenix got to his feet. Seeing what Eric Lee was preparing to do, the young man rushed in and knocked one of Eric’s feet out from under him. Eric Lee came right down on the exposed turnbuckle between his legs. The crowd reacted as, for the first time, Eric actually looked like something hurt him. As he leaned forward, Lucifer Phoenix ran in again with a snap kick right up into his face before grabbing him around the head and delivered a hanging DDT right into the mat. Lucifer went for a cover but the referee noticed the missing padding on the corner and searched for a second before looking down at Charlie Grace suspiciously. Charlie Grace gave a small shrug and put on her best ‘I have no idea’ face as the referee asked her where the padding went.
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen, Charlie Grace.”
AUGUSTINO
“She is a damn fine manager, Nick, ain’t she?”
HANSON
“She cares about her client’s success, I’ll give her that.”
Realizing there was no count being administered, Lucifer Phoenix got up and spun the ref around, getting in his face and slapping his hands together, asking him why he wasn’t counting the pin. Now, however, the referee was yelling back in Lucifer’s face about laying hands on him. As the two argued, Eric Lee crawled up and pulled Lucifer Phoenix into a rollup but instead of going for a pin, he let the young man roll back onto his knees. Eric Lee, meanwhile, popped up onto his feet and hit a superkick to the face that sounded like a branch snapping throughout the arena. Lucifer Phoenix fell backwards to the mat and Eric Lee dropped down into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
But Lucifer Phoenix managed a kickout at the last second. Eric Lee looked over at Charlie Grace. No words, but with a look on his face that said ‘you fucking believe this kid?’ Charlie’s only response was a look that said she was equally unimpressed in Lee’s opponent and she drew a quick, lazy finger across her throat. ‘Finish him off.’ Eric Lee turned back to Lucifer Phoenix and stood up, waiting for the boy to pick himself up. As soon as Lucifer had two feet on the mat, Eric Lee unleashed a brutal barrage of stiff kicks to Phoenix’s body, finishing the rush with an inner crescent kick right to the temple. His signature move, Total Insanity. Lucifer Phoenix stumbled back into the ropes, rebounding off of them and back towards Eric Lee who caught him with an arm around the front of his neck and bent him backwards. Glaring menacingly at the audience, he drew a thumb across Lucifer’s own neck before letting out a wild, savage yell as he snapped his face into the mat with Visions of Insanity.
HANSON
“MY...GOD!!!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
“RIchard Ramirez” filled the arena again as Eric Lee came to rest on his knees, looking down at Lucifer Phoenix and slightly shaking his head. It was as if he got no real enjoyment out of this match as he stood to his feet. The second the referee went to raise his arm, Lee jerked his hand away and moved to the ropes, dropping down and rolling out to the floor.
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!! ERIC...LEE!!”
HANSON
“Eric Lee comes away from his debut with the win, folks. He certainly doesn’t look happy about the match, though. Funny enough, I can probably guess why and if any of you know Lee, you know why, t--HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!!”
As Eric Lee and Charlie Grace were headed up the ramp, both watching the ring during a pause, the crowd buzzed as Jason Goodnight came running down from behind the curtain and nailed Eric with a chair across the back. Charlie Grace scrambled to get out of the way as Goodnight proceeded to thrash Lee with the chair over and over, including one good shot across the head. Lee stumbled back against the ring post as the crowd roared with excitement. Jason Goodnight cocked back for a swing but Charlie Grace grabbed it and tried to tug it away from him. She wasn’t quite strong enough to pull it from the big man’s grasp but the distraction was enough for Lee, blood now trickling down his face, to rush in and start nailing his attacker with forearms and elbows. Jason Goodnight fought back and the two began to exchange a flurry of shots before referees ran down to pull the two men apart.
HANSON
“Jason Goodnight! He was attacked by Eric Lee last week! It was the first time we saw him here live in NFW!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, technically it was backstage, stalking Goodnight!”
HANSON
“You know what I mean! These two are going at it and the referees are trying to pull these two apart before they kill each other!”
As the referees finally pried the two apart, the camera jumped back and forth between the two. Jason Goodnight was wide eyed, laughing maniacally, asking Eric Lee ‘you want me?! You want the Hellraiser?!’ A jump shot to Eric Lee showed the man just grinning like a madman as blood ran down his forehead and over his face as the shot cutaway.
Winner: Eric Lee
Result: Pinfall
Time: 8:52
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[Match #2. Six Man Tag Match - Eddy Poe & The Frightners v. The Renegades w/James Reynolds]
As the show returned from commercial, Miranda Augustino stood in the ring with the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!”
"Spooky Scary Skeletons" comes on over the speakers, as the lights dim down again and flickering images of ghosts and skulls - more cartoonish than scary - sweep over the ring and arena floor. The crowd actually gets more into it as The Frighteners come running out onto the stage. They bob and sway to the music, throwing up their hands to 'BOO' at the crowd before beginning their approach to the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! At a combined weight of four hundred and two pounds...they’re Young...they’re Spooky. Splatterday and Nightcrawler! The Frightners!”
The Frighteners each take one side of the walkway as they approach the ring, moving along the crowd in a creeping, sneaky manner. At random points, one of them throws up their hands and lunges at a fan, yelling 'BOO! HA HA!!' The reaction is mixed as some fans jerk back, more so laughing out of enjoyment over it. Others just stare back at them, unphased at all. Reaching the ring, Splatterday hops over the top rope, athletically. Nightcrawler launches himself in a slingshot, flipping and landing on one knee and foot, throwing his hands up in the 'Boo' pose again. Splatterday poses behind him with his hands in the same motion. They hold the pose for a moment before moving to their corner as their music fades.
~You're all gonna die!~
With the sound of an actual chainsaw cranking up inside the arena, Motogrator's "Suffocate" rips through the speakers, filling the arena. The chainsaw, however, comes from the stage as the red lights illuminate "The Slasher" Eddy Poe as he raises and revvs the saw over his head. He steps off of the stage and immediately goes into the infamous "Chainsaw Dance" made famous from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise. Eddy spins and swings the chainsaw around in a wild rage. At the right camera angle here and there, he appears to have a few close calls with the front row audience, making his unique entrance even more terrifying.
AUGUSTINO
“And their tag team partner! From Battlecreek, Michigan! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds! The Slasher...EDDY...POE!!”
Halfway down the aisle, Eddy Poe stalks towards the ring with a purpose, watching the ring intensely as he reaches the ring and rolls in under the bottom rope. As soon as Eddy’s up onto his feet, he goes into another violent, terrifying chainsaw dance before stopping and sneering at the camera. Finally, he moves to his corner and sets his chainsaw down, cutting it off before fist bumping and hugging his nephews. The three all turn towards the stage.
Hollywood Undead’s “Renegade” kicks on over the speakers as the lights start to flash red and blue, resembling that of police lights.
~YOUNG RENEGADE~
As the guitar and drums fully kick in, the curtain flies open and out come The Renegades. Tyler Grey wears his perpetual look of sheer hatred and disgust on his face. Tyson Law throws up the double middle fingers to the audience as he bobs his head to the music. Behind them, James Reynolds leads Havok out onto the stage. Rocking his new Renegades themed long tights and boots, the masked man bounces on the balls of his feet, loosening up for the match to come. All three men start moving towards the ring, followed by their manager.
AUGUSTINO
“Their opponents! Being accompanied to the ring by Jim Reynolds! At a combined weight of seven hundred and eight pounds! Tyler Grey...Tyson Law...aaaand Havok!! THE RENEGADES!!!!”
The Renegades enter the ring together. Tyler Grey enters under the top rope. Tyson Law slingshots himself in a somersault over the top rope and Havok, impressively for his size, slingshots himself into a jump over the ropes, landing right into his warm up hop again. The three come to the center of the ring, joined by Jim Reynolds as all four men extend the Renegade grenade gesture out to the camera before returning to their corner.
~DING DING DING~
Eddy and Tyson begin the match for their respective teams as the bell sounds. Eddie looks at Tyson and then back at The Frighteners and once he gives that look, the two come into the ring and charge the corner, taking Havok and Tyler off the mat before following them down to the floor and the four begin to brawl on the outside. Eddy, watching on, is caught off guard as Tyson delivers a double axe handle to the back of his opponent. Eddy shakes it off and turns around, looking at Tyson who immediately begins to back down. Eddy corners Tyson and begins to just deliver rights and lefts to the man before grabbing him by the wrist and pulls him out of the corner and then takes him over with a belly to belly suplex.
HANSON
“And here’s Eddy Poe! The Slasher, laying into Tyson Law and OHH!! Big belly to belly!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Like Jason Vorhees throwing a camp slut out a window!”
Eddy picks Tyson up and throws him into his corner as he tags in Splatterday. Splatterday comes in off the tag and he and Eddy send Tyson into the ropes. As Tyson comes off the ropes, the two take him over with a double back drop. Splatterday picks Tyson up and hits him with a scoop slam before hitting the ropes and delivering a leg drop and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Splatterday picks Tyson up and drags him to his corner again and this time tags in Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler climbs to the top rope and as he does, Splatterday delivers a back breaker and Nightcrawler launches off the top rope and delivers a double foot stomp. Nightcrawler once again immediately goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Nightcrawler picks Tyson up and sends him into the ropes. Tyson comes off the ropes and as Nightcrawler looks for a discus clothesline, but Tyson ducks under it and delivers a stunner as Nightcrawler turns around and both men are on the mat. The ref begins his standing ten count and at a count of five, Tyson begins to stir and gets to his feet, leaping and making the tag to Havok.
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhh shit, Nick! Here comes the big dog!”
HANSON
“A two hundred and eighty five pound steam roller, here to do some damage! Look out!!”
Havok comes in off the tag and as he does, Nightcrawler gets to his feet, but is taken back down with a clothesline. Havok then picks Nightcrawler up and delivers a scoop slam and follows up with a running senton splash. Havok goes over to his corner and tags in Tyler who climbs to the top rope and Havok wrings the arm. Tyler comes off the top rope with a double axe handle from the top rope onto the arm and then grabs Nightcrawler by the waist and delivers a snap German Suplex and holds on. He swings his hips and the two are back on their feet and Tyler delivers another German suplex and this time bridging up for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Splatterday comes diving in and makes the save!!
HANSON
“Big save by Splatterday and he keeps this match going!”
As he does this, Tyson comes in and delivers the Shaolin Destroyer to Splatterday. This causes Eddy to come in and pick Tyson up and hit Enter the Dark Place! Havok comes in and delivers a discus elbow before clotheslining Eddy over the top rope and going over with him. Havok grabs Eddy up to his feet and sends him running head first right into the steps. Splatterday, pulling himself up to his feet outside of the ring, stumbles over and hits Havok from behind, trying to help his uncle. Havok turns around and blasts him with a double axe handle right to the chest. As Eddy reels on the floor, Havok grabs Splatterday and Irish whips him into the ringpost. Splatterday hits shoulder first and audibly yells out, grabbing where he was hit. Havok stays on him, now like a shark smelling blood and runs him over into the barricade. As Splatterday slumps to the floor, Havok comes to stand over him as Jim Reynolds walks over and starts yelling directions to the big man. Without thinking twice, and to the boos of the crowd, Havok goes down and rolls Splatterday right up into the Straight Jacket, applying full torque.
HANSON
“Hey now, wait a minute! He needs to get back on the apron! What’s he doing?! Jim! JIM!!!”
“SHUT UP, NICKY!” Jim Reynolds yells over to the table, hearing his old comrade call out to him.
AUGUSTINO
“Splatterday can’t even legally tap! What’s the deal!”
“RIP HIS FUCKING SHOULDER OUT!!” Reynolds yells down at Havok as Splatterday starts screaming in agony from under his mask.
This leaves Nightcrawler and Tyler left in the ring again and Tyler picks Nightcrawler up and delivers a Saito Suplex before grabbing him and locking in Skynet! Nightcrawler struggles and reaches out for the bottom rope, but he can’t and the pain becomes too much and he has no choice but to tap out.
HANSON
“And now Tyler Grey’s made Nightcrawler tap! This match is over!”
~DING DING DING~
“Renegade” by Hollywood Undead plays as Tyler Grey lets Nightcrawler go and kicks him out of the ring. Tyson Law gets to his feet and grabs a chair from the time keeper’s table. Just as Nightcrawler gets to his feet and starts to move and help his brother, Tyson Law SMASHES the steel chair over his head to an emphatic roar from the crowd. Tyler Grey gets out of the ring and starts putting the boots to Eddy Poe, yelling all sorts of obscenities down at him. Meanwhile, Havok continues to wrench in the Straight Jacket on Splatterday at the direction of Jim Reynolds until referees come down to try and break it up. Only when Reynolds gives the command does Havok let up and step away from Splatterday, but not before Jim Reynolds gives the Frightner a few good stomps to his shoulder that hit the ringpost. Jim Reynolds walks over to where Tyler and Eddy are and starts screaming down at the man, pointing at his nephew.
“Look over there, Eddy! TAKE A GOOD LOOK! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS! THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH US!” Jim Reynolds spits in Eddy’s face before he, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law join Havok on the ramp and make their exit. Referees crowd around Splatterday, carefully checking on him as the shot fades out.
Winners: The Renegades
Result: Submission
Time: 15:28
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The camera opens on a pair of taped up hands, flexing and testing the integrity of the wraps as the shot pans out. Within seconds, it becomes clear as to who we’re looking at and the audience in the arena gives a pop as Vincent Stone comes into frame. Already in his ring gear and entrance garb, the returning superstar throws a few punches at the air to stay limber. As he’s in the middle of warming up, a knock sounds at the locker room door and he pauses, looking towards it.
“It’s open!” He calls out. We hear the door open and Vincent Stone’s serious expression breaks into a smile. “Hey, partner!”
“Hey, you!” The crowd pops again as Erin Mercer comes into frame and hugs him around the neck. Stone hugs her back before she backs up and looks him over. “Glad to see you back! How are you?!”
“Pssh. You know me.” Stone says, looking dismissive about the reason he was sidelined to begin with. “If something’s not broken, I’m bouncing right back at ‘em. Tweaked shoulder? No problem. Concussion? Common in the business. Hit me with something I haven’t been hit with yet, right?”
Erin frowns a little and looks up at her taller mixed tag partner. “Umm, actually I’d rather you not get sidelined again. You’re more than just my partner in the ring, you know. You’re one of my best friends and my mentor!” Erin folded her arms across her chest and gave him a serious look.
“Hey.” Stone looked right back at her, reassuringly. “I’ll be fine, alright? You know me.” He smiled, switching the subject to something lighter. “So...how’s things with you and Bronwyn? You liking living in Salem?” He chuckled.
Erin grinned. “They’re gooood! And Salem’s great! Different from L.A but Bronwyn’s been showing me around, making sure I know where all the great spots are.”
“So you don’t get lost out by yourself.” Stone teased.
“Ugh! Shut up!” Erin made a face and gave her friend a playful shove. “You be nice! We might cross paths in the Burning Hearts tournament. If you’re not nice, I’ll kick your ass.”
Stone smirked. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
“Oh, we will.” Erin giggled before thinking of something. “Speaking of! How’s Kimi? Her and Kyle have been gone for a bit.”
Stone nodded. “She’s good. I went and spent some time with her before getting ready to come back here. She’ll definitely be ready for the tournament. So be careful what you say about me!” He laughed.
Erin laughed with him. “Haha! Ohhhhh, okay. I better be, huh?” She giggled more before looking serious again. “So, you ready for your first match back?”
Stone nodded confidently. “I am. I really am. I’ve been seeing how things have gone around here since I’ve been gone and shit needs to change. I’m gonna change with it. Wyld Stallion seems like a chill dude and all but...I need to plant my feet in this company and leave my mark. I plan on doing that tonight. I’m tired of ending up on the sidelines. I’m tired of being overlooked. Tonight, I’m turning things around for me and for The Resistance. I wasn’t able to beat Tyler Grey for the Jr. Heavyweight Championship, but I’m going out there tonight and I’m winning that TV Championship. And whoever Miss Greene has set up for you and me to defend the Mixed Tag Team Titles against? They’re gonna see a whole new Vincent Stone. Mark my words on that.”
Erin smiled, approvingly and fist bumped her friend, hugging him again. “Well, you better get out there and get ready to dish out that ass kicking, then. But be nice! We like Stallion!”
“Hey, hey. I know.” Stone raised his hands up. “He’s awesome. But! He’s got something that I want and that’s a singles title. So, if you’ll excuse your mentor, tag team partner and bee gee eff, I’m gonna go out right now and make that happen.”
“Go get ‘em, bud!” Erin Mercer says as she and Vincent Stone exchange daps before the latter steps out of the camera frame and walks out of the dressing room, leaving Erin to watch him go with a confident, approving smile on her face before the shot cuts away.
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As the logo for The Game Room fills the screen, we get the intro from Dragonforce’s “Through The Fire And The Flames” as the three girls’ heads bounce cutely around the screen.
As the main guitar riff for the song fully kicked in, the camera switched over to the inside of an arena locker room. Standing with her head up out of the frame is one of the Skillz Vendorz. It can only be Sammi Belmont because Kat Cage and Mary Kennedy are kicked back on the old lounge couch, watching her go as her fingers furiously tap away on the guitar controller. She’s doing the song itself on Expert Mode based on the colors of the buttons flying across the secondary screen. What’s even more impressive is, with how fast the British girl’s fingers are flying across the buttons, the screen shows that she’s hitting every...single...prompt. And of course...it wouldn’t be Sammi in a gaming session if she wasn’t doing something obnoxious. In this instance, she’s singing along loudly as she strums away.
“ON A COLD WINTER MORNING!!!
IN A TIME BEFORE THE LIII-HEEEIIIIGHT!!!!
IN FLAMES OF DEATH’S ETERNAL REIGN
WE RIDE TOWARDS THE FII-HEEIIIGHT!!!!!”
Sammi’s flawless playthrough continues as Katrina Cage sits next to Mary Kennedy, idly munching on chips and watching the screen.
“...I still don’t get how she does it. I can’t even do this shit on normal without screwing up somewhere….” Kat takes a pull from a 20 oz bottle of Surge and shakes her head.
Mary shook her head in disbelief, popping a chip into her mouth. “I’ve only ever played while drunk,” she laughed. “Speaking of… girl, your singing voice…”
Sammi didn’t respond to the quip about her singing. All she did was bend at one knee and throw her head back, belting out the lyrics.
“ON THE BLACKEST PLAINS IN HELL’S DOMAIN
WE WATCH THEM AS WE GOOOOOOOO!
THROUGH THE FIRE AND PAIN AND ONCE AGAIN WE KNOOOOOOOW!
SO NOW WE’RE FLYING, WE’RE FREE!
WE’RE FREE BEFORE THE THUNDERSTORM!
ON TOWARDS THE WILDERNESS
OUR QUEST CARRIES OOOOOONNNNN!!”
Katrina rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but giggled a little. Sammi was no professional vocalist but she was adorable and fun to hang around with when she was in her usual silly mood. The oldest of the Skillz Vendorz looked to Mary and shook her head. “Forget it, she’s zoning.” Kat picked a chip out of the bowl and dipped it into a bowl of queso salsa before eating it and chewed calmly. “So have you talked to the new boss lady about your booking? I mean, we’re on contracts and all but with a student who’s a gamer addict, base pay for the first year can’t be worth a damn, am I right?” Kat didn’t even have student loans to pay off. She was just a gamer but even she and Sammi were thankful to be getting matches again considering how much they blew on new releases and virtual currency.
“Damn… Right right, but hey…” Mary laughed, shaking her head. “If she’s got the self-confidence to belt it out like that, more power to her.” After Kat brought up her lack of booking, Mary hung her head a bit, “you know, I haven’t been paying that much attention, but I haven’t been on TV since the night I lost to Eavan. Guess I’ve been too preoccupied with the Men’s Television Title matches,” she pouted. “So I probably should talk to Miss Greene, huh?”
Kat nodded. “You totally should. Either that or find someone who’s attitude you don’t li---”
“SO FAR AWAAAAAAAY WE WAIT FOR THE DAAAA-YEEEEAAA!
FOR THE LIVES ALL SO WASTED AND GOOOOONE!
WE FEEL THE PAAAAAIN LOST IN THE LIFETIME LOST IN A THOUSAND DA---”
“SAM!!! INSIDE VOICE!!” Kat raised her voice, yelling over to Sammi Belmont loud enough to stop her from singing.
Funny enough, the girl never faltered in her actual playing of the guitar controller. She just gave a cute little pout and could be heard muttering the lyrics under her breath.
Kat turned back to Mary. “Anyway, yeah. Talk to Miss Greene or find someone with a crabby attitude and pick a fight with ‘em. That’s what Sam and I did and now look at us. We the crap outta the Kingdom’s fire sprite and ice faerie, we get another go at those tag titles!” Kat paused and sipped from her drink before a thought occurred to her as she looked at Mary and placed an emphatic hand on her arm. “And hey, you know that makes you champ too. Freebird Rule and all. I feel like we need another name for that rule. Freebird Rule’s traditional but it’s kinda outdated. We need something that fits...us. Like Pug Rule or something. Like in MMO’s, you know?”
“Makes no sense!” Sammi finally chimed in as she tapped away furiously at the guitar keys.
“Why not?” Kat raised an eyebrow.
“Pug stands for pick-up-group.” Sammi answered, informatively. “Ya know, like you’re picking up random group members to jump in with you and what not. Mare Bare’s not a pug. She’s a full on guild member.”
Kat got a look on her face like she understood and it all clicked in her head. “Ah, yeah, that’s true. Pug’s only for randoms. I still think we need to coin a new term for the Freebird Rule.” She looked at Mary for an opinion.
“I would go that route if I felt like I could take more of the girls around here. I’m just not there yet. They do say that you shouldn’t pick a fight unless you know that you can win. You know… like we did with SBS,” She paused, tilting her head as she popped again chip in her mouth and took a big chug of her Mountain Dew. “Wait… where did their Japanese asses go after we whooped them, anyway?”
Katrina Cage shook her head, remembering all of a sudden. “I know they announced their match with...well...funny enough, Fire & Ice...as their last match and that they had to go back to Japan. That’s all anyone knows. They seemed pretty bummed out about something.” Katrina shrugged and crunched on a chip. “Maybe their visas got rejected or something. Beats me. I haven’t even seen them on twitter, anymore. Not until lately, they dropped a few tweets. The crazy one’s wrestling on the indies and the cute one’s doing music again. No idea what the ‘Queen of Brawn Style’ is doing.” Kat says Queen of Brawn Style with quotation marks, using her fingers. “Looks like she’s modeling or some shit. I don’t care. Me and Sam are gonna beat the chicks who beat SBS outta NFW and then we’re taking those belts off of ‘em because goddamn it, this bitch right here wants some gold in her career.” She thumbed to herself. “And I know short, loud and obnoxious there does too.” She pointed towards Sammi Belmont who was only visible from the waist down in the camera frame as she played Guitar Hero 3.
“OI!!” Sammi yelled, making it all the more hilarious that her face was out of frame.
“Hi Sammi, thanks for joining us!” Mary laughed. “But really, I’d like to take credit for them leaving. We could have really had an amazing feud with them. It’s hard being a trio of girls in this business. Like we have to go out of our way to find an equal numbered group to face. At the same time, I’m sure I can find a girl to go toe-to-toe with. Not like their isn’t plenty of new faces on the roster.”
The ending notes played through the GH3 song and Sammi set the guitar controller down, coming over to finally plop completely into frame on the couch, throwing one leg up over Mary’s lap just to be her perpetual, adorable pain in the ass self as she lays across the couch, using Kat’s lap as a pillow. First, Kat looks down at her tag partner with humorous disbelief as if the girl had some damn nerve, before passing her a can of Mountain Dew from the cooler.. Sammi cracked the can open and downed the can in one long chug. She crushed the can over her forehead and tossed it over behind them. “Yeah mate, but half of them are off their bloody rocker, though. You’re liable to get your face chewed off. Better go in wearing a face shield if you pick a fight with that Aurora Luna chick. Or is it Aurora Riley?” She looks up at Kat, quizzically. “Oi, how many bloody Aurora’s do we have in this place?”
“Yo, short stack! You wanna get up off my shit?” Kat asked, looking to Mary and motioning down at Sammi who closed her eyes and scratched her tummy like a baby bear ready for a nap.
“Nah mate. Don’t mind me.” Sammi smacked her lips tiredly. “Just gonna snooze here for a bit, yeah?”
“Mira we, get your little ass up! Mary’s gotta go ask the new GM lady to actually let her do her job and we got a match soon.”
“Power nap!” Sammi responded, holding a fist into the air.
Kat looked at Mary, shaking her head in humorous annoyance. “I blame Marissa. It’s like the more people that enable this behavior, the worse it gets.”
“We should have taken advantage and slipped out mid song,” Mary shrugged, shaking her head. “I think we’re stuck now.” She ran her eyes along the exposed parts of Sammi’s body, tilting her head, “unless we find the exact spot to…” she slowly drew her hand close to Sammi’s thigh, “give her a good pinch…” She smirked, looking over to Kat.
Kat’s lips, painted a light shade of purple, curled into a grin and she gave Mary a little nod, mouthing ‘do it!’ “Wait, what?!” Sammi heard this, as well and her eyes shot open by the time she realized Kat had an arm across her shoulders to keep her in place. “Get her!” Kat yelled.
After getting the go ahead, and making sure that the smaller member of the team was securely restrained, Mary dove in the rest of the way, giving Sammi a good, hard pinch on the outside of the girl’s thigh. Simultaneously holding her legs with her other arm. “We’re not your bed, my dear,” she cackled, giving a few more pinches before letting go.
Sammi let out a high pitched, adorable squeal with each pinch to her leg, squirming and wriggling to try and get free. Something she didn’t do until both of her stablemates had released her. And then she fell over, off of the couch and onto the floor with a thud. “Oof!” She grunted, temporarily disappearing out of frame. “Bloody hell, you lot! Merciless!”
“You know it!” Kat quipped with a smirk and moved her leg, nudging her tag partner with a foot. “Now get your tiny butt up. We’ve got some culos to kick.”
Sammi sat up, grumbling as she rubbed her thigh where Mary pinched and narrowed her eyes, cutely, pointing at her. “Gettin’ you back, Mare Bare!” She turned her finger towards Kat. “And you too! Bloody traitors!” Sammi pulled herself up to her feet and stepped passed Kat who quickly reached out and gave her leg another pinch. Sammi yelped off screen as Kat stood up and picked her entrance glasses up off of the table. “Alright, chica.” She turned to Mary, giving the younger girl a squeezing hug, placing her cheek against hers and smooching the air. “We’re gonna go do this. You go talk to boss lady and tell her to let you kick someone’s ass.”
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Vincent Stone v. Wyld Stallion © ]
Returning to ringside, the camera falls on Miranda Augustino in the middle of the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Television Championship!”
"Downfall" begins to play and the lighting dims, taking a white and hint of blue effect around the arena. At the point where the lyrics begin, Vincent Stone throws the curtain open and comes walking out onto the stage. At first, he walks to either end of the stage, acknowledging the fans and pointing out ones who are wearing his merchandise or holding a sign for him in appreciation. Finally, he walks to the center of the stage at the head of the ramp and beats on his chest with one fist, throwing his head back with a pumped up yell, timed with the point of the song where the singer screams. Stone then twists around once and throws a punch at the air, causing his pyro to explode on either side of him as he walks towards the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first, the challenger! From Orlando, Florida! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds! Please welcome back, VINCENT...STONE!!”
HANSON
“Vincent Stone, making his return to in-ring action after sustaining a tweaked muscle from that brutal package piledriver we saw at the hands of Eddy Poe. Poe’s been on a tear ever since. He’s targeted a few of Stone’s friends. I’m sure Stone’s gonna want some payback but tonight, he’s got a shot at winning his first singles title in NFW as he takes on Wyld Stallion!”
He slaps a few hands on one side of the ramp with one hand, but his main focus is on the opponent in the ring. His face says it all: he's ready for a fight and he doesn't fear them. Stone stops by the steps, usually pausing to let a parent take a selfie with him and their kid. He puts one arm around the kid and raises his fist up under their chin with a playful smirk before turning serious again and ascending the steps, climbing to the top turnbuckle from the outside. Stone pauses to look around at the crowd before extending his arms out to the side, fists clenched. Shades of his childhood favorite, Scott Levy b.k.a Raven. After this, he hops down from the turnbuckle, landing in a roll inside the ring, popping up onto his feet in the center of the ring and waiting for his opponent as he starts removing his entrance gear.
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 before handing the title off to the referee. Stallion immediately meets Stone in the center of the ring for a respectful handshake before the two back into their corners and wait for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Both men came out of their corners, ready and focused on gaining the win. As Wyld Stallion stepped in for the collar and elbow tieup, Vincent Stone shot in and landed a single leg takedown, going right for a figure four leglock but Stallion managed to roll over onto his front, push himself up onto his hands and flip out of Stone’s grasp before turning to face him. The crowd applauded some as the two stared each other down. Stone and Stallion circled the mat again, watching one another. The two lunged in again but this time, it was Wyld Stallion, making the slip and going for a waistlock from behind before dragging Stone to the mat by his leg and going for his mentor, Scott Leroux’s ankle lock but Stone tossed himself over onto his back, pushed up with his hands and kicked back, backflipping onto one knee and a foot. Again, applause from the audience and a nod from Wyld Stallion. Vincent Stone smirked, glad to be back in the ring and against an evident challenge ahead of him. After exchanging another fist bump, to the approval of the crowd, Stallion and Stone circled again before initiating the actual tieup and jarring for dominance. Dominance went to Wyld Stallion as he transitioned into a hammerlock. Vincent Stone grimaced through the discomfort and reversed the hold into an arm wringer, adding torque to Stallion’s arm. Grimacing in pain, Stallion rolled out the tension and kipped up to his feet, reversing into an armdrag. He then went running towards his opponent but Stone was quick on his feet and hit Stallion with am armdrag of his own, holding onto his arm this time where the two began a chain wrestling sequence that got the fans on their feet.
HANSON
“Sounds like Sioux Falls is already well invested in this match, Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“You’ve got one of the most underrated stars in the business going toe to toe with one of the hottest rookies! You’re gonna get a great match out of that pair!”
HANSON
“But will that rookie continue to climb the ladder or will the underrated star show that he’s got what it takes?”
Time would tell as Wyld Stallion and Vincent Stone continued to take it to one another. In the meantime, however, things were in Wyld Stallion’s favor as the Great White North member gained the upper hand with a spinning heel kick, knocking Vincent Stone to the mat, bringing the chain wrestling exchange to a close and began to dish out some more of his arsenal. Stiff strikes and kicks were used to wear Stone down before Stallion whipped him into a corner and ran right in to deliver a monkey flip. Stone went airborn, rotating once through the air before landing on the canvas, face first. Wyld Stallion was quick to hop up onto the top turnbuckle and come down with a missile dropkick, flooring his opponent and going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Wyld Stallion got to his feet, pulling Vincent Stone up with him and delivered a snap suplex, rolling right up to his feet, leaving Stone sitting up and delivered a low kick across the sternum, knocking him back again. Stallion ran to the ropes and hit a springboard moonsault before going for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Stallion picked Stone up again and whipped him into the ropes again, dropping down at his feet. Stone hopped over him and ran off the opposite side of the ropes as Stallion hopped up. As Stone came back, Stallion bent down, prompting Stone to leapfrog over him and come off the ropes again. This time, Stallion hit a magnificent dropkick, flooring Stone and causing the man to roll out of the ring to take a moment to restrategize. He didn’t have long, however, as Wyld Stallion ran off of the ropes and came back across as Stone moved near the ringpost. Stallion scouted it and hopped over the ropes, onto the middle turnbuckle on the outside and came crashing down onto Stone with a breathtaking moonsault. Both men went down to the floor but Stallion got back to his feet, pumping his arms and yelling at the crowd, amping them up.
AUGUSTINO
“Wow! What a moonsault from the champion!”
HANSON
“And Sioux Falls is definitely behind him! Listen to this!”
Wyld Stallion pulled Vincent Stone to his feet and Irish whipped him towards the railing but Stone just barely was able to slow himself down and hop over the railing onto the crowd side. He hopped up onto the railing itself as Stallion came charging in and somersault forward, sailing over Stallion and landing on his feet. As Stone turned around, however, Stallion had caught himself as well and hopped up onto the railing, throwing himself off for a springboard-like kick to the jaw, garnering an emphatic sound from the crowd. As the referee began to count higher in the ring, Stallion picked Stone up and threw the challenger back in, taking a moment to play to the crowd again. When he turned back towards the ring, Stallion climbed onto the apron and waited for Stone to get back to his feet before going for a springboard forearm. Vincent Stone rolled underneath him, however and Stallion landed short on his feet, as Stone ran off of the ropes behind him, came passed him and dipped forward, springing his body off of the ropes and landing a handspring pele kick right on the money. Knocked for a loop, Stallion fell back to the mat like a door off the hinges and Stone went in for a cover attempt.
ONE!
TW--!
Stallion kicked out just at two. Vincent Stone picked him up to his feet and started introducing him to his self labeled hands of stone, feeding him sharp jabs followed by a spinning back elbow and then an enziguri to knock him to the mat. Vincent Stone ran to the ropes and attempted a Lionsault but Stallion rolled out of the way, underneath him. Stone landed on his feet however and as Stallion got to his feet, Stone came off the ropes for a dropkick that sent Wyld Stallion over the top rope and right back out of the ring on the ramp side. As Wyld Stallion started regaining his bearings, Vincent Stone ran off the ropes and came back for a slingshot plancha. Wyld Stallion attempted to get out of the way, thinking he’d caused his opponent to miss his mark. Stone scouted, however, and stopped himself short on the apron. As Stallion turned back, here came Stone, running along the apron and throwing himself forward for a Shooting Star Press, right into the champion, bringing both men to the floor outside.
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Both men reeled on the floor for several seconds until the referee counted up to fifteen before Stone picked Stallion up and threw him back into the ring and climbed onto the apron. As Stallion turned back towards him, Stone rejoined him in the ring with a springboard dropkick, sending him slamming down onto the mat. Stone covered him for the pinfall attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
But Stallion kickeed out, still. Stone picked him up again and Irish whipped him into the corner. The challenger ran to the ropes directly and springboarded right off of them for a triangle dropkick, sending Stallion slumping down in the corner. This put him right in position where Stone wanted him to be as he ran across the ring and came back, landing a devastating cannonball.
AUGUSTINO
“Ouch! He ain’t a big guy, but a hundred and ninety pounds throwing itself at you that fast ain’t gonna feel good!”
HANSON
“Absolutely not!”
AUGUSTINO
“What’s he going for now?”
Vincent Stone got back to his feet and crossed the ring again, going to the opposite corner again. Fans knew what he was setting up for when he turned to watch Wyld Stallion with intent in his eyes and motioned for him to get to his feet. Wyld Stallion didn’t seem to realize the danger he was in as he pulled himself up and leaned back into the corner, prompting Stone to come charging in and going for the Bootscraper. Or, perhaps Stallion did know what was going on, as he dodged out of the way at the last second, causing Stone’s leg to get caught up on the turnbuckle. Wyld Stallion hopped over the top rope, onto the apron and delivered a high kick to the face of Vincent Stone. Stone fell back, only on one leg and hit the mat. As he scrambled to get up, Stallion waited for him to start turning before springboarding back into the ring and coming down to deliver a hurricanrana to the challenger, catching his legs into a pinfall cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TH--!
Vincent Stone kicked out again to the shock of the crowd, garnering a round of applause for both men as they continued to put it out there.
THIS IS WRESTLING!
THIS IS WRESTLING!
THIS IS WRESTLING!
THIS IS WRESTLING!
AUGUSTINO
“Well, it sure as shit ain’t boxing!”
HANSON
“Oh, you know what they mean.”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, but we’re in South Da-koooota, Nick. I gotta tease them.”
HANSON
“Why?”
AUGUSTINO
“Why the fuck not?”
As the match continued at a back and forth pace, Wyld Stallion finally gained the upper hand when Vincent Stone signaled for the FATALITY. As he lifted him up, however, Wyld Stallion blocked and escaped the hold, stunning Stone with a stiff forearm to the jaw. As Stone reeled, Wyld Stallion set him up and lifted him into a suplex hold with Stone’s legs around his waist before tossing him up into a flip and catching him into a sitout powerbomb. Quickly jumping to his feet, Wyld Stallion went to the top turnbuckle and delivered a beautiful Phoenix Splash, hooking the leg for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!! Aaaaand STILL NFW Television Champion!! WYLD...STALLION!!”
“The Void” played through the arena again as Wyld Stallion reclaimed his belt and helped Vincent Stone to his feet, shaking his hand. As disappointed as Stone looked, he clapped a hand on Stallion’s shoulder and stuck an index finger into his chest, telling him something and nodding. Wyld Stallion put his hands together and nodded in thanks before Vincent Stone embraced him and held his arm up out of respect.
Winner: Wyld Stallion (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 22:06
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We cut backstage to show Eric Lee. He still has that grin on his bloody face. The grin does not reach his eyes. Those are vacant, soulless. The camera zooms out and standing beside Eric is his manager Charlie Grace. She is a bit more animated. She is visibly upset. Not in a sad way, but an angry way.
“Lucifer Phoenix was a joke. He was another overhyped second generation failure. He was a pathetic first opponent for my client. The match was over far too quickly. Eric could not get the pleasure he so desires.” Charlie shakes her head. “That being said, it seems that someone has decided to step up. Someone has grown a pair and tempted fate. Jason Goodnight. You decided to attack your new God. I see that an apology is in order. I did not realize that Eric gave you that much brain damage last week. To be honest, we didn’t think you had that much brain to damage. But you have made your intentions known. Will you be the challenge Eric desires? Will you give him the pleasure he seeks? Or will you continue to do what you have since you signed with NFW, be a useless waste of space? You, like so many others, spout off about supernatural this, religious that.”
A single huffing laugh escapes from Lee. Charlie looks at him with a raised brow before continuing. “Eric has his sights on you now. I hope this is what you wanted. You know that old saying about wishing for something. Eric is not one to be trifled with. If you aren’t totally prepared for this it will be your downfall.” Charlie smiles wickedly as the camera starts to once again zoom in on Eric’s face.
“Hello, Jason.”
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*Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous are seen exiting a vehicle with a bright green Uber sticker on the rear window. They stand on the sidewalk in front of Craig's Smokehouse - clearly a restaurant and not a cigar bar. Both still wear their ring gear, and oddly enough, the mustard yellow smoking jackets from Shaker's; Rick's comically so tight it's almost bursting at the seams. They wave at the driver before walking towards the door, the camera following to catch their conversation*
"Guy, see? Uber's the way to go, eh? I mean, who cares if it was only 6 blocks - we already put in like 2 hours of walking earlier, bud!"
*As they reach the door, as always, Rick holds the door open for Matt*
"Let's go get us some barbecue and have that inspirational talk, guy!"
"Sure thing, pal. But why use an Uber? Are there no more taxis?"
"Of course there are, Matt-guy! But Uber is usually faster...practically everybody's an Uber driver now, eh?"
*As they enter, the hostess smiles brightly*
"OHMYGOD! OH. MY. GOD! A-are you guys the Turn-It-Up Express?! You guys are my FAVOURITE!! Especially you, Matt!!"
*She giggles as Rick looks at Matt*
"I need to get me a mask, guy...."
"Aww, thanks very much, ma'am. Hey buddy, you know I love these matching jackets. If people didn't know we were partners before, they do now, right pal?" Matt says as he Pat's Rick on the back.
*The hostess looks on and gives a nod to herself as if coming to a conclusion and marks something down for their table.*
"Right this way, gentlemen!"
*She almost shrieks the words out with excitement as she steps from behind the hostess station with menus in hand and begins walking into the dining room. Matt and Rick follow, taking in the decor of the establishment*
"Guy, this reminds me of an episode of American Pickers. I mean, they've got all KINDS of cool shit in here, bud!"
*Rick notices a mounted moose head on a wall*
"Looks like they caught Bullwinkle pulling a rabbit out of his hat, eh?"
*Matt stares at the moose head, seemingly lost in thought.*
"You know? Sometimes you can run from destiny or you can let destiny run you," Matt says before he closes his eyes for a moment.
"Buddy, I think I'm tired of running."
*The hostess stops at a table dead centre of the dining room and places the menus on the table*
"Jenny's gonna be your server this afternoon, she'll be right with you."
*She begins walking away and then stops, turning back to the table*
"You guys are gonna kick Ultra-Violence's asses, right? For all the stuff they've been doing?"
*Rick looks across the table at Matt as they sit, then back to the hostess*
"Y'know what? Give us a few minutes, would ya, guy? My buddy and I have to have a little brotherly talk..."
*She frumps a bit before pointing at them*
"You guys have to...just...can you let me know before you leave?"
*Rick smiles at her comfortingly*
"I promise you...you'll know soon enough..."
“Buddy, there comes a time when you have to take a stand, right? A wise man once said, this isn’t a Texas vs. Georgia thing. This is a battle between decency vs. filth. Too many good people are getting hurt, and it’s all on my hands, isn’t it?”
*Rick shakes his head no, waving a finger at Matt*
"No, guy...it's not on you."
*He then gestures between the two of them*
"It's on us, bud. We're a team...and that means we do shit together, guy. We win together, we lose together, eh?"
*Rick chuckles a little*
"I never thought I'd use that line in my life...damned Coach Dawson-guy..."
*He smiles across the table at Matt*
"I think it's time we start winning, guy. Not for us..no, bud...for them."
*Rick gestures all around, waving a finger around his head in a circle*
"Did you see that hostess, Matt-guy? She wants us to win...and so does everyone else, eh?"
“They won’t stop, will they? A line needs to be drawn and crossed, huh? They started this, but now we need to finish it. I thought we could settle things with some semblance of honor, but there’s no honor in filth, is there?”
"I don't think so, bud..."
*As Rick trails off, a waitress comes up to the table, notepad in hand. She smiles at the two, although awkwardly as she takes in their attire*
"Hey, guys, I'm Jenny...can I start you off with some drinks?"
*Rick nods and smiles as he makes eye contact*
"Hey, Jenny-guy...I think my buddy and I need a pitcher of your finest draught, eh? You got any Labatt's Blue? Maybe 50? Some Alexander Keith's, guy?"
*She shakes her head*
"No, hun, I've never heard of those...we've got Budweiser..."
*Rick holds up a finger*
"Jenny-guy? Do you happen to have Pabst Blue Ribbon by chance, bud?"
*She smiles*
"We've got that one! Let me go get it for ya!"
*As she walks off Rick turns back to Matt*
"Pabst Blue Ribbon isn't the classiest...but it always does in a pinch, bud."
“I trust you, pal. And I should have trusted you from the beginning. It’s just that I was hoping that there was some shred of decency or honor in them. Or maybe part of me is just afraid to bring things down to their level. Or maybe I was just afraid...,” Matt says as he nods.
*Jenny returns with their pitcher and two frosted mugs and sets one down in front of each of them. She pours each a glass and sets the pitcher on the table with a smile*
"I'll give you a few minutes..."
*Matt holds up his mug for an obligatory toast as Rick beams a smile across the table*
"Yeah, guy! That's it! Tonight You, Jag'hatai, and I are gonna wipe the floor with those three, bud! We ain't runnin' away from shit, eh?!"
*Rick picks up a menu*
"Now let's figure out what we're eating, guy!"
“Jag’hatai seems like one of those fine gents with a sense of honor. It will be good to fight alongside him tonight,” Matt says as he looks at the menu.
“Hmm, no poutine, eh? Maybe they have a New York Fries around the area? Maybe I can get them to make poutine with ribs, bud..."
*The camera shifts to a shot of outside the restaurant as we continue to hear Matt and Rick talk.*
“I dunno, buddy. Would they know how to make good poutine? It’s more than just fries, gravy, and cheese curds, you know?”
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[Match #4. Tag Team Match - Skillz Vendorz v. Fire & Ice]
Cutting back to the ring, the camera catches Miranda Augustino inside the ring again with the mic at the ready.
As "Waters of Megalovania" begins to play throughout the arena, Katrina and Sammi run out onto the stage, breaking off to either end of the stage to play up to the crowd. When they meet back up in the center, the girls perform their complex handshake before high fiving and heading down the ramp, high fiving fans on each side of the aisle.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! At a combined weight of two hndred and fifteen pounds! Katrina Cage...Samantha Belmont. THE SKILLZ VENDORZ!!”
They break off to take up opposite sides of the ring where they hop up onto the apron and continue to amp up the crowd. From here, Katrina performs her split under the bottom rope while Sammi hops to the top turnbuckle and moonsaults down to the mat. Meeting in the center, high five, hug and begin removing their entrance gear, making their way to their corner.
“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins, the arena is filled with red and white lights. As the drums kick in, the lights go out and a red and a white spotlight hit the entrance ramp where Ice in her white jacket with the hood covering her face and Fire with her red jacket and hood covering her face stand. As the beat picks up, the two remove their hoods and Fire begins headbanging to the song. Ice looks forward as she makes her way down the ramp followed by Fire who is slapping the hands of the fans.
AUGUSTINO
“Their opponents! Representing the Kingdom! At a combined weight of two hundred and thirty pounds! They are the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! FIRE...AND...ICE!!”
The two make it to the ring and Fire hops up onto the ring apron as Ice climbs up the steps. The two enter the ring at the same time as the ring as they remove their jackets and toss them to the outside and go to their corner to discuss last minute strategy.
~DING DING DING~
Fire and Sammi are in the ring as the bell sounds. Fire immediately begins to jawjack with Sammi and Kat. Fire walks up to the smaller opponent and gets right in her face, saying some more words before she just pie faces her and shoves her to the mat. Sammi looks up at Fire who’s laughing away and turns her back and taunts the crowd. As she’s doing this, Sammi gets to her feet and delivers a dropkick to the back of Fire who falls into a prone position in the ropes. Sammi notices and hits the opposites ropes. As she comes off, she delivers a Tiger Feint Kick to Fire who falls back into the middle of the ring. Sammi climbs to the top rope and immediately delivers a shooting star foot stomp and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sammi picks Fire up and throws her into her corner before tagging in Kat. Kat comes in off the tag and they pick Fire up and hit Zerg Rush. Fire falls back down to the mat in a heap as Kat goes and picks Fire back up. Kat grabs the arms and looks for a double underhook DDT, but Fire counters out of it and delivers a neckbreaker. Fire crawls over to her corner and tags Ice in. Ice comes in off the tag and as Kat is looking to get to her feet, Ice puts a stop to it as she delivers a chop block to her opponent. Ice then drags Kat over to the ropes and drapes a leg over the middle rope before stepping out onto the apron and delivering a dragon screw leg whip. Kat screams out in pain as she rolls back to the middle of the ring, grabbing at her left leg and knee.
HANSON
“OW! Now c’mon!! That’s not necessary!”
AUGUSTINO
“Did the job though!”
HANSON
“What the hell’s gotten into her?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Who?”
HANSON
“Ice!! I’ve never seen her so...so...like this!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, she’s a sweetie out of the ring but once that bell rings, she’ll kick your goddamn ass!”
Ice comes back in and picks Kat up off the mat before delivering another dragon screw. Ice holds onto the leg and now locks in a knee bar and Kat screams out in pain as Ice pulls on the leg and puts pressure on her knee. The ref asks if she wants to quit, but Kat screams out no as she crawls and scratches her way to the bottom rope finally breaking the hold. Ice breaks the hold at a count of four and gets up to her feet and goes over to her corner and tags in Fire. Fire comes in off the tag and picks Kat up to her feet and sends her into the ropes. Kat comes off the ropes and when she does, Fire delivers a standing dropkick before getting up and hitting a running senton splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Fire signals for the end of the match as she sets Kat up and tags in Ice. The duo go for Melt Away, but Sammi is there to push Fire off the top rope as she goes for the 450. As Ice looks on, Kat is up to her feet and her and Sammi deliver C.T.D. and Kat goes for the cover.
HANSON
“Wait a minute!! WAIT - A - MINUTE!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“WHOA!!!”
HANSON
“And that’s a win for the Skillz Vendorz!!”
As “Waters of Megalovania” plays, Kat and Sammi hug, absolutely ecstatic. Ice gets back into the ring to help Fire sit up. As the referee starts to bring over the Women’s Tag Team Titles, Katrina Cage snatches them out of the official’s hands and turns towards Fire & Ice, leaning over them as she holds the belts in front of her, nodding her head. The camera is close enough to pick up her words.
“Yeah. Oh, yeah! It’s on like Donkey Kong, ladies! See y’all in Detroit!” Katrina turns towards the crowd and raises the Tag Titles up, screaming at the top of her lungs. “MOTOR CITY MAYHEM, BITCHES!!!” The crowd pops excitedly as the eldest of the Skillz Vendorz turns and extends the belts out to the champions again, letting them take them. Ice takes hers. Fire snatches hers away as Kat backs up with her arms out and throws up her hands with the metal horns as Samantha Belmont riles the crowd up on the turnbuckle.
HANSON
“You heard her, Miranda! The right to challenge has been exercised!! We’ve got us a Women’s Tag Team Championship match at Motor City Mayhem!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhh man!! We get to see these two teams AGAIN?! YES!!!”
Winners: Skillz Vendorz
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:02
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The camera shifts backstage where we find Angel Kusanagi sitting on the floor in front of the interview backdrop. Fully clad in her ring gear and entrance robe. She fiddles with the end of her robe belt as she rocks back and forth, evidently in the middle of one of her episodes.
“Umm, excuse me. Angel?” The voice of Amy Connors is heard as the camera pans back to reveal the woman stepping into frame and leaning down towards the...obviously disturbed woman. “Angel?”
“...Nanda yo?” Angel says in a frustrated shaky tone.
“Umm, sorry to bother you. I know you’re about to go one on one with Eavan Maloney in hopes of dethroning her as the Women’s Television Champion. I just wanted to see if I could ask you a few--” Amy gasps as Angel quickly pushes herself to her feet and gets into her face, backing her up against the wall.
Angel SLAMS her hand against the wall beside Amy’s head, giving her the old kabadon. Amy freezes up, wide eyed like a deer in the sights of a hunter as Angel leans in close to her, smiling under her hood. We only see her mouth, not her eyes.
“Amy-chan….” Angel giggles, unnervingly before leaning in and runs her tongue up the side of Amy’s face. Amy Connors gasps in shock as Angel pulls her head back and licks her lips. “...So yummy….” She uses the hand she’s kabadoned Amy with and pats the blonde on the head with a giggle before suddenly stepping out of frame and making her way towards the ring.
Amy grimaces in disgust and wipes her face off with her blouse sleeve, giving the camera man behind the camera a look as if to say ‘what the hell was that?!”
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[Match #5. Singles Match - Angel Kusanagi v. Eavan Maloney © ]
Returning to ringside, the camera focuses on Miranda Augustino inside the ring with the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!”
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?”
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! Accompanied to the ring by The Demon Prince, Anton Crowley! From Los Angeles, California!! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion! The Steampunk Demoness...EAVAN...MAAAAAALONEEEEEY!!!”
Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in a very skimpy and sexy steampunk outfit and poses with one hand raised holding her Women’s Television championship. She's bouncing on the stage, her arm up in the air, as David Draiman is singing "get up, get up", rallying the crowd up with the entrance.
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
They walk down to the ring together before Eavan breaks into a sprint and leaping up onto the ring apron, before seductively bending over in front of Anton as she steps through the ropes. She gets up on the turnbuckles, sticking her long tongue out, again holding her title high.
“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 leaps off the turnbuckles and 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 she walks over to Miranda and hugs her, before Augustino hands her a microphone.
“What’s up, Sioux Falls? Welcome to the part of the show that EVERYONE raves about. I mean, nobody ever really knows what could happen when little ol’ me has a microphone. I could build an opponent up, I can break an opponent down. I could take a few jabs at certain people. I could even play ring announcer. I could come out in my typical Harley Quinn gear. My steampunk gear. I could have blonde hair, black hair, red hair, pink hair.
And that’s the beauty of it. That’s what makes this time interesting. Nobody knows what they’re going to get from me. Well, Anton here knows. He gets me in every way, and I do mean EVERY way. I’m the chameleon. CHAMP-eleon, like my shirt says, which oh I see some of you are wearing right now!”
Eavan skips around the ring, giggling.
“Right, right, I should be serious. Yeah, like THAT’S happening, but I’m going to try. You see, I’ve been noticing a pattern lately. I come out with this beauty right here, and with Anton, ratings go through the roof, I have my match with the opponent of the week, I beat that opponent, and I leave with my title. Now, when this journey started, everyone was behind me. They wanted to see me succeed. Lately though, something’s changed. I hear the whispers in the locker room. I see the tweets on social media.
Will Eavan finally lose? Who can FINALLY shut the midget up?”
Eavan sits on the second rope, her arms over the top rope, looking into the hard camera.
“The answer my friends is blowin’ in the wind. And that answer is nobody.
Let’s be honest, Adrianna came close but in the end, she tapped out like the others. Last week, Mia and I went twenty-five minutes and I can say another few seconds more, and she’d have been tapping as well. I hear there’s a rematch in the works, no time limit and I accepted the challenge then. I need to know. Wait, back up, I need to PROVE to everyone that I can beat Mia.
That match is down the road. I can talk about how House Crowley will win the Burning Hearts tournament, but that\s next week’s focus. Tonight, though, I stand here a bit different woman actually. A claimed woman, a BOUND woman as Anton and I participated in a handfasting at our home last night. It was wonderful. We were both skyclad under the moon, and well, if you noticed I was walking a bit funny…”
Eavan shrugs and tilts her head back to Anton, who smiles.
“My Prince and Husband took me in ways that would destroy mortals. Ways that I imagine Angel herself would like to do with me or anyone else for that matter. I was actually discussing some of the details with Miranda Augustino backstage, made her blush and everything. I’m telling you, it was actually hot to see. What caught my eye though was Angel twitching like a junkie, eavesdropping on our conversation. Poor girl, it wasn’t like I was doing it on purpose… or chose to wear this outfit tonight on purpose… or dropped so much innuendo since I came out here on purpose.
Thing is, much as I like you, Angel, you make it oh so easy to get into your head. Oh so easy for me to manipulate you, bend you to my will. And while some would say I’m playing with fire, well, I am a demon. So, Angel, sweetie, come play with me. Come into my play room and rough me up. Get your claws in me, your teeth. Hurt me over and over.
I want you, Angel. Sure you want me?”
In a darkened arena, except for the flashing of red lights, "Splatter Party" begins to play. Devoted fans sing along with the "la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la" part. In front of the video wall which portrays an eerie, forest with a red filter, the black silhouette of Angel Kusanagi walks out onto the stage. With her head down, she shakes one fist down by her side and hops leisurely back and forth on her toes.
AUGUSTINO
"And introducing the challenger...from Osaka, Japan!! She represents the Unwanted, weighing in at a hundred and five pounds. AAAAAANGEEEEEL KUSAAAAAAANAGIIIIIIIII!!!"
As her name is announced, Angel brings up her fists, roughly smacking them against her head to pump herself up before starting towards the ring. No nonsense. No theatrics. She completely ignores any and all fan attention as she ascends the steps and enters the ring under the middle rope. Angel immediately walks to the center of the ring and drops to her knees for a moment, with her hands on her lap. It almost appears she is either praying or finding focus before she slaps the mat and springs to her feet, finally lifting her head as the arena lighting returns to normal, revealing her steely blue gaze underneath her hood.
After the music ends, Angel removes her entrance robe, and backs into her corner, tossing the garment over onto the floor and waits for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“Aaaaand here we go, folks! Women’s TV Championship on the line! Our second of two titles on the line tonight!”
AUGUSTINO
“I’m excited for this one, Nick.”
HANSON
“I am, too, Miranda. You know, this match up has been highly anticipated since Eavan Maloney was announced as signed with NFW.”
AUGUSTINO
“And now we’re getting it!”
Angel Kusanagi and Eavan Maloney both come out of their corners. Eavan immediately has her hands up and looks ready to go. Angel circles the mat with her. Guard down, had down but eyes trained right on the champion as she grins eerily from behind her strands of white hair. Eavan watched Angel intently but was unable to help but smirk at the sheer enjoyment her opponent seemed to be getting out of just being in the ring with her. Angel circled Eavan like a mindless wraith, finally starting to walk with her head lazily tilted to the side as she watched her opponent. Finally, Eavan decided to go for the collar and elbow tie up, but Angel shot in for her feet, going for a double leg takedown. Eavan’s MMA training kicked in, however and she immediately dropped down on Angel to counter the shoot, catching Angel around the waist lock. The champion immediately transitioned into a guillotine chokehold, pulling Angel roughly up to her feet as the woman struggled and switched the choke into a DDT setup. Angel caught Eavan around the waist, hitting a release Northern Lights Suplex. Eavan immediately rolled up onto a knee and turned to face Angel. In turn, Angel mirrored the motion, coming to a knee and facing Eavan. A buzz moved through the crowd as both women got to their feet, slowly. Eavan nodded, a little impressed with Angel’s quick thinking. Angel just...kept smiling that dark, eerie grin of hers as she circled the ring with Eavan, bouncing on her toes and shaking her arms to stay loosened up. A brief snap of her head was done to toss some hair out of her face before moving in for the tie up. This time it was Eavan who did the feint and slipped in behind Angel for a waistlock. Immediately after, Eavan dropped down and went for a schoolboy rollup.
HANSON
“Hey whoa! Watch out!”
ONE!
TW--!
Angel kicked out and rolled back up to her feet. As Eavan came up onto her knees, Angel shot forward for a sliding forearm. Eavan bent backwards, evading the blow and causing Angel to miss and end up on her back. Eavan immediately popped up and went for a jumping kneedrop. Angel rolled out of the way, causing Eavan to kneedrop the canvas and immediately grabbed her bad knee, regretting her choice of attack.
AUGUSTINO
“Aw and there’s that knee. Not good, this early in the match!”
HANSON
“Not at all!”
Eavan Maloney climbed to her feet, minimizing pressure on the knee as she faced off with Angel Kusanagi again. Angel moved in, this time with a sharp low kick to the leg, causing Eavan to cry out in pain and frustration. The crowd reacted emphatically as Angel delivered a couple more kicks. The Unwanted member stepped in again for another tie up but Eavan blocked it instead and knocked Angel back with a stiff forearm. Deciding against putting weight on her knee, Eavan used that leg for a kick of her own. Angel caught it, however and delivered an inverted dragonscrew legwhip to Eavan, yanking her to the mat with a sharp cry. Eavan immediately clutched at her knee as she laid on the mat. Angel followed up with a springboard legdrop, knocking the wind right out of her opponent and quickly went for a cover, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Eavan kicked out and Angel immediately came up out of the cover, holding onto Eavan’s leg and delivered a leg snap. The split crowd reacted with cheers and boos as Angel continued honing in on the essential painted target on her opponent. As Eavan reeled on the mat, Angel slowed in her advance and reached down to pull Eavan up by the hair. As Eavan started to get up on her own, Angel switched her grip on the hair to a hand under the chin to ‘help’ her up. As Eavan lifted her head to Angel, the challenger gave an unnerving smile like she was enjoying nothing more than hearing the agonizing cries of her opponent. Once Eavan had both of her feet braced on the mat, she swatted Angel’s hand out from under her chin and blasted her in the jaw with another forearm. This one hit hard enough to send Angel backwards, turning in a circle as she brought a hand up to her jaw and her shoulders shook with laughter. As she turned back to face Eavan, Angel pushed her hair out of her face entirely and stared at her wide eyed as she beckoned her in with her hands, asking for more.
AUGUSTINO
“Nick, you’ve been studying Angel Kusanagi longer than I have.”
HANSON
“Yeah?”
AUGUSTINO
“Exactly how goddamn INSANE is she?! She’s asking for forearms from a trained Mixed Martial Artist!”
HANSON
“If I’m not mistaken, Miranda, I think Angel actually enjoys the punishment!”
AUGUSTINO
“A masochist?”
HANSON
“Well….”
AUGUSTINO
“Nice!”
Eavan paused, wincing as she tried to put more pressure on her bad knee. Angel grinned, reaching over to give her an ‘atta-girl’ pat on the cheek. This put a look of annoyance on Eavan’s face before Angel brushed the backs of her fingers down the woman’s cheek in a more blatantly sensual manner. She started to say something else before Eavan smacked her hand away and blasted her again with another forearm. The crowd cheered for the defending champion as she unloaded with a storm of more forearms, knocking Angel back into the ropes. With Angel on the ropes, literally and figuratively, Eavan went for an Irish whip which Angel reversed and sent Eavan across the ring, instead. Eavan managed to stop herself, however, and as Angel came charging at her with a battle cry, Eavan dropped down and held onto the top rope, sending Angel tumbling over and outside of the ring. Angel was quickly back to her feet but Eavan was ready and waiting to slingshot herself right over the ropes and come down with a plancha onto her opponent. Both women went crashing to the outside floor.
HANSON
“And watch out! Here comes Eavan Maloney crashing down onto Angel Kusanagi!! Bad knee and all but she’s gonna fight tooth and nail!”
AUGUSTINO
“She’s a warrior, Nick! A Demon Warrior!”
The tides turned over in Eavan’s favor now as she painfully pulled herself up to her feet and picked Angel up with her. From there, Eavan continued feeding shots to her opponent, taking the match all around the ring. Even as the referee began the count, Eavan continued dishing back the punishment, whipping Angel right into the metal railing with enough force that it almost knocked the section loose. Eavan immediately followed up with a charging lariat that sent Angel rolling back over the railing and into the crowd. As the count climbed higher from the referee, Eavan limped over hurriedly and rolled into the ring to break the count before rolling back out again. As Eavan limped over to the railing, Anton Crowley stepped over to inquire about her leg. Eavan gently nudged him aside as she approached the railing and stepped through an open section after moving a portion aside so she could get to Angel. She picked Angel up and threw her over the railing towards ringside again, refusing a countout victory, or loss for that matter. As Angel crawled towards the ring, Eavan grabbed her by the hair and picked her up again, leaning her back against the apron. Finding the motivation to grin, herself, Eavan looked to be chuckling a little as she blatantly ran a hand down Angel’s face and neck, reciprocating the borderline sensual teasing. Eavan’s hand made it down to right around Angel’s chest--
HANSON
“Umm...are we gonna have to cut this?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, I’m liking this!”
--and cocked back her hand, delivering a sharp chop to Angel’s chest. The crowd reacted emphatically as Angel winced in pain but appeared to be smiling through it. Eavan looked as if she were mouthing ‘you like that, sweetheart?’ as she brushed a fingertip under Angel’s chin...before pushing her back against the apron and delivering another chop. Angel cried out this time, clutching her chest but immediately sounded as if she were laughing out of enjoyment.
HANSON
“I think Angel’s liking that!”
AUGUSTINO
“HAH!”
As Eavan came in again for another chop, Angel blocked and lunged forward, just catching her with a headbutt and stopping her in her offense. As Eavan stumbled back, Angel grabbed her by the back of the head and lunged in, driving a knee into her midsection. Eavan keeled forward and Angel grabbed her in a suplex hold, lifting Eavan up with the woman’s legs around her waist.
AUGUSTINO
“Wait, she’s not gonna….”
HANSON
“No way, not on the floor!”
But Angel did, dropping back and driving Eavan’s head into the padded floor with a Cradle DDT!!
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!”
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
HOLY SHIT!
Even Angel was still rocked a little from Eavan’s earlier assault, leaving both women on the floor, dazed and out of breath. Anton Crowley stood by, motioning for Eavan Maloney to get up as the referee began to administer the twenty count. For the first ten seconds, neither of them moved except for small stirrings. Eventually, however, Angel began pulling herself up to her feet as Eavan rolled over onto her front. Angel fought through the pain, pulling herself up to her feet.
HANSON
“They gotta get back into the ring quick!”
15!
AUGUSTINO
“Well Angel’s up but if she wins by countout, the title doesn’t change hands!”
16!
HANSON
“The ref’s at 16!”
Angel reached down, struggling to pull the limp Eavan Maloney to her feet, practically lifting deadweight.
17!
Eavan slumped against Angel, almost knocking her over, bringing Angel to a knee.
18!
AUGUSTINO
“Not like this!”
19!
Angel grit her teeth and pushed herself up, shoving Eavan into the ring and scrambling in right behind her.
HANSON
“They made it! This match isn’t over yet!”
It looked like it would be soon, however as Angel pulled herself up to her feet, using the ropes. Staggering some, she maintained her balance and watched Eavan like a hunter stalking it’s prey. Angel’s tongue slowly ran over her lips as Eavan rolled over onto her front again. This was where Angel stepped forward and put a boot under Eavan’s chin, slowly ‘assisting’ her in getting to her feet.
HANSON
“Ohhhhhh, we know what this is!”
AUGUSTINO
“Not good for the champ!”
Once Eavan Maloney was standing more or less straight up, Angel Kusanagi suddenly pivoted on her other foot, snapping her leg out and going for the Steel Feather. But Eavan caught her by the leg and threw her leg to the side, causing Angel to spin around in a full, unsteady 360. As she came back around, Eavan stepped in and, out of nowhere, caught Angel with---
HANSON
“L.A MAKEOVER!!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“That could be it!!!!”
Angel rebounded off of Eavan’s knees and landed on her stomach as the crowd exploded into a deafening pop. Eavan laid there on her back, panting and gazing up at the lights. Outside the ring, Anton Crowley beat on the mat, calling for Eavan to capitalize. Hearing his voice, Eavan clenched her teeth and rolled over, crawling towards Angel where she pushed her over onto her back and draped herself over her. The ref dropped down to count.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--!
NO! Angel’s shoulder shot up off of the mat to the shock of the audience. Eavan rolled off of her opponent and onto her back, exhausted and frustrated. Angel rolled onto her side, her back to Eavan as the camera caught a closeup of the woman’s face. Her eyes completely glazed over as if her body were acting on sheer instinct. Again, both women started climbing to their feet again with Eavan Maloney being the first to get up and watch Angel. Waiting. Angel slowly dragged herself up to her feet. When she turned back around, Eavan stepped in for another L.A Makeover, it seemed, but Angel caught her with a boot to the midsection, staggering Eavan before hitting a Spinning Back Elbow. Eavan stumbled back more, putting her right in position for Angel to pivot around again, NAILING Eavan with the Steel Feather!! Eavan hit the mat. Angel, herself, slumped down onto her knees, still looking out of it for a moment. Finally, she fell forward, going for the cover on the champion.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--!
But Eavan shot her shoulder up at the last possible instant! Again, the crowd roared with surprise as Angel pushed herself up off of Eavan and just stared down at her, laughing with a twisted amusement. Grinning wider, Angel leaned down over Eavan...and ran her tongue up the dazed woman’s face, drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd.
HANSON
“Oh...my...GOD!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Aye Caramba!!!!”
Patting Eavan on the head, Angel took her by the hair and fought to pull them both up to their feet again. As Eavan got to her feet, Angel shoved her backwards and brought her hands up, motioning for the champion to bring it on some more. Staring back at her, Eavan shook her head in partial amusement and disbelief as to how Angel was enjoying the punishment so much. She stepped in, shoving Angel in return and mirrored her gesture to bring it on. Nodding and grinning maliciously, Angel rolled her shoulder and put a hand behind Eavan’s head, feeding her a forearm. Eavan absorbed it and answered back with a chop to the chest. Angel reeled, wincing and grinning through the pain again. She reached out to Eavan, brushing a hand down her cheek again before harshly nudging her head aside. Eavan grinned, humored if anything and shoved Angel again. This time, the woman went back, using the momentum to propel herself off of the ropes. Eavan dropped down and Angel jumped over her, running into the ropes on the other end and coming back. Eavan answered with a leapfrog and Angel his the ropes. This time, Eavan hit a drop toehold on her opponent, causing Angel to fall and eat the canvas. Fighting through the pain in her body, Eavan quickly advanced on Angel but rather than going for an attack, she had a mischievous look on her face as she pulled the woman up across her lap. The fans reacted with shock, and some were even humored as the Women’s TV Champion held Angel in place and tugged the back of her singlet, causing it to ride up into a partial wedgie, practically exposing the challenger’s backside. Grinning mischievously, still, Eavan proceeded to slowly lick her hand and brought it down with a hard smack across Angel’s exposed rear. Angel’s head shot up with an actual look of shock on her face and wiggled free from Eavan, scrambling back on her butt as she looked at the woman...and grinned back at her.
SPANK THAT ASS!
SPANK THAT ASS!
SPANK THAT ASS!
SPANK THAT ASS!
HANSON
“My god, we might need to...I don’t know! Do we need a commercial break?”
AUGUSTINO
“Nope! Keep this shit rolling!”
As the match continued between Eavan and Angel, the two continued to dish out their more brutal strikes and maneuvers, trying to wear one another down as much as they could. As the two women continued to beat the hell out of one another, Angel looked to be gaining the upper hand again as she started targeting Eavan’s leg once more. Eavan refused to leave her feet, however and began turning that side of her body away from Angel to make it harder to hit. Angel finally went for a kick on the other side of her body, hoping it would get Eavan to turn her bad leg towards her again. However, Eavan caught her by the leg similar to how she countered the first attempt at the Steel Feather and spun Angel around in a 180. Wasting no time, Eavan lunged up and delivered a reverse lungblower to Angel, flipping the woman’s body over hers and transitioning right into the Krigare Lock. Dead center of the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“Look out! Here it is, Nick!”
HANSON
“Krigare Lock is in!! People have broken it on the ropes but nobody’s ever escaped it!”
AUGUSTINO
“What’s Angel gonna do?! Both her and Eavan barely have the energy to fight! Is she gonna be able to slip out or can Eavan even hold on?!”
HANSON
“Look at the pressure she’s applying!”
Angel began literally screaming as Eavan torqued back on her neck with the Krigare Lock. The challenger reaching desperately in the direction of the ropes as she tried to drag her and Eavan towards them. This made Eavan wrench back harder on her neck and Angel switched from trying to go for the ropes to trying to pry Eavan’s hands off of her chin. Referee Yumi Akiyama was right there, looking for any sign that Angel wanted to give up. She even switched to speaking Japanese, asking Angel if she gave up. Angel gave no verbal response other than continuing to scream in rage and agony. As she continued to try and escape the hold, it actually began to look like she was starting to fade.
HANSON
“Miranda, I think she...is she fading?!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHAT?!”
Indeed, after another moment, the pain became too much for Angel Kusanagi that, instead of tapping, her eyes drifted shut and all movement from her body, including the hand trying to pry Eavan’s hands off of her, went absolutely limp. Yumi Akiyama immediately tapped on Eavan’s arm for her to break the hold and signaled for the bell, ending the match.
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“Wow!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hooooly shit, little girl!”
Disturbed’s “Are You Ready?” blasted throughout the arena as Eavan Maloney released Angel Kusanagi, leaving her to lay face down on the mat, completely unconscious. Eavan Maloney painfully pulled herself to her feet with Anton Crowley immediately coming into the ring to help her as the referee brought over the Women’s TV Title to her.
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner!! Aaaand STILL the NFW Women’s Television Champion! The Demon Warrior! EAVAN...MALOOOONEY!!”
Eavan raised it up, triumphantly over her head as Referee Akiyama immediately went down to check on Angel Kusanagi. Angel only stirred after a moment or two of the referee tapping her on the shoulder, giving her careful shakes. Angel rolled over onto her back, staring in a daze up at the ceiling before sitting up with the referee’s help as Eavan Maloney and Anton Crowley were asked to leave the ring and give space. Angel held one hand to her neck and punched the mat with her other fist in frustration. When she looked up and unveiled her face, she had a new expression. One mixed between dismay and distraught. This loss hit the woman evidently harder than most might have expected. It was almost uncharacteristic to see Angel like this as she pulled herself up to her feet.
HANSON
“Miranda? Angel looks...she doesn’t look good.”
AUGUSTINO
“No she doesn’t, Nick. You’d think she had something riding on this win.”
HANSON
“That’s a good way of putting it. It almost seems like, HEY NO, WAIT A MINUTE!! WATCH OUT, ANGEL!!”
The fans immediately began booing as Cherry Addams appeared from the audience and slid into the ring behind Angel, hitting her from behind with a forearm. Angel hit the mat as Cherry pounced on her and began raining down forearms and blatant fists as the referee tried to pull her off. Cherry got up and SHOVED the referee to the mat before turning her attention on Angel again.
HANSON
“Cherry Addams!! She came out of the crowd!! How long has she been waiting?!”
AUGUSTINO
“This has to be payback for two weeks ago!”
Cherry whipped Angel into the corner, causing her to instinctively hold onto the ropes to try and keep herself up. This set her up, perfectly, however and Cherry came running in to deliver Lamb to Slaughter to her recently new rival. As Cherry sprung back to her feet, the boos turned into a pop as the rest of The Unwanted all came running down to the ring at full sprint. Cherry Addams booked it out of the ring as Adrianna Salvatore, Mia Hayashi and Shelley Silver all hit the ring at the same time. Shelley went to Angel’s aid while Adrianna and Mia crossed the ring and leaned against the ropes - Mia standing on the bottom and middle ropes and Adrianna taking to the center turnbuckle, watching Cherry Addams as she backed up through the crowd, laughing and giving a warning point towards the ring.
HANSON
“Miranda this thing is coming to a head between Cherry Addams and Angel Kusanagi. It’s gonna wind up exploding, eventually!”
AUGUSTINO
“Fucking right it is! This rivalry’s getting ugly!”
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Ref Stoppage
Time: 15:18
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[Main Event. Six Man Tag Match - Turn-It-Up Express & Jag’hatai D’habi w/Elizavetta Von Dutch v. Ultra-Violence & Darius Crowley]
Back inside the ring, Miranda Augustino stands, noticeably outside of the ring this time with a nervous look in her eyes.
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is a six man tag team match, scheduled for one fall!”
Calavera Conspiracy’s “Ultra-Violent” rips through the arena as the entire area dims except for flashing white lights on the stage and ramp. Through the curtain, Ultra-Violence appear and briskly make their way down the ramp towards the ring with no posing or gestures.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! Representing The Dominion of Pain! At a combined weight of six hundred and seventy eight pounds! Doomsday! Belphegor! ULTRA-VIOLENCE!!”
The two walking behemoths reach the ring, climb the apron and step over the top ropes, pacing around the ring slowly as their music fades out.
The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.
1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.
AUGUSTINO
“And their tag team partner...representing the Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"
As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the stage with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.
The lights go dark throughout the arena and light in reds, greens, blues, yellows beam across the darkness. Fifteen seconds in, a spotlight randomly lights up a section of the stands where he is found walking among the fans. Meanwhile, Elizavetta Von Dutch appears on the stage, gracefully approaching the ring from the ramp.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing their opponents! First...from Hell, Michigan! Being accompanied to the ring by Lady Elizavetta Von Dutch! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds! The Ragman!! JAG’HATAI...D’HABI!!”
He finally gets down to ring level and he slides off his jacket and stands by the ring, after a considerable amount of time, four minutes and nineteen seconds, the length of his whole entrance song.
A hand turns the dials on every setting starting with volume all the way past 10 into a handwritten 11 as we start to hear "Turn Up the Radio" by Autograph blasting throughout the arena. The crowd stands in anticipation as the song continues to play. When the song intro transitions at the 'Turn it up' we see the words "Turn-It-Up Express" on the screen as the song jumps to the chorus and out steps Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic in their new ring gear! The two give each other the old 'Bash Brothers' forearm tap and head to the ring as the crowd goes wild.
AUGUSTINO
“And his tag team partners! Matt Klazzic...Rick Dickulous...the TURN-IT-UP EXPREEEEEESS!!!!!”
Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous come to stand with Jag’hatai D’habi. Both men shake the man’s hand and Rick Dickulous slaps the Ragman on the back, smiling and asking him if he’s ready for this. D’habi simply nods calmly. Meanwhile, Matt Klazzic shakes hands with and exchanges pleasant greetings with Elizavetta Von Dutch. This lasts about a second or two before the woman’s eyes widen as something off camera catches her eye and she scrambles to get out of the way as Ultra-Violence and Darius Crowley come rushing into frame as they attack Jag’hatai and Turn-It-Up Express.
HANSON
“Hey, watch out, now! This match isn’t even officially underway but the fists are already flying!”
The two teams break off. Jag’hatai and Darius. Matt Klazzic and Belphegor. Rick Dickulous and Doomsday. Three violent brawls unfolding at ringside as the two teams proceed to just start beating the hell out of each other. Rick Dickulous gains the upper hand, Irish whipping Doomsday right into the ringpost where he smacks his face into it. Belphegor lifts Matt Klazzic up and runs him spine first into the apron. Jag’hatai and Darius are seen exchanging brutal strikes. A mixture of street boxing and an almost legit martial arts duel going on between the two. Neither man gaining the upper hand. Things start to shift in the Dominion of Pain’s favor after Belphegor lifts Matt Klazzic up and drops him onto the barricade, leaving him to fall over onto the crowd side. The big man then storms over to help his partner out and Ultra-Violence ends up overwhelming Rick Dickulous. The three end up brawling over by the announce tables as Doomsday and Belphegor send Rick Dickulous over the barricade and follow him over.
HANSON
“Watch out, Miranda! We better move just in case!”
AUGUSTINO
“Agreed!”
Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino scramble to get away from their table as Doomsday picks Rick Dickulous up by the throat and to his feet. He starts to lift him up for a chokeslam but as he gets Rick up, Belphegor assists by coming down and catching Rick’s legs over his shoulders. Belphegor now has Rick up for a powerbomb with Doomsday still squeezing his throat and the two giants deliver a thunderous powerbomb/chokeslam to Rick Dickulous through the announce table.
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!”
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
HOLY SHIT!!
AUGUSTINO
“DIOS MIO!!!”
Meanwhile, the brawl between Darius Crowley and Jag’hatai D’habi ended up inside the ring when Darius Crowley finally gained the upperhand in the exchange and threw his rival inside and followed him in. Finally the referee could start the match, officially.
~DING DING DING~
By the time the bell rang, Jag’hatai D’habi and Darius Crowley were already well into laying into each other with Darius still holding the upper hand. Stiff kicks and forearms delivered to The Ragman sounded like pops upon impact. Jag’hatai didn’t take anything lying down, however, as he dished the shots right back until Darius Crowley delivered a boot to the midsection and ran off of the ropes. Jag’hatai dropped down, causing Darius to hop over him as he ran across the ring and charged at Darius. Darius went for a lariat but Jag’hatai ducked under and came off the ropes himself as Darius stopped in the center of the ring. As the two collided, Darius snatched Jag’hatai up and delivered a counter-powerslam, driving him into the mat and going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Sitting up onto his knees, Darius kept that stoic expression on his face as he got to his feet, considering his options before he walked over to his corner and tagged in Belphegor. Belphegor traded places with Darius inside the ring and advanced onto Jag’hatai D’habi, pulling him up to his feet as Elizavetta Von Dutch looked on. As Belphegor picked Jag’hatai up to his feet, Jag’hatai knocked Belphegor’s hands away and started throwing shots at the big man. However, it was like hitting a wall and Belphegor grabbed the smaller man and drove a knee into his ribs, whipping him into the ropes. As Jag’hatai came back towards Belphegor, however, he hit a basement dropkick in the big man’s leg, square in the knee. Belphegor dropped down and Jag’hatai kipped to his feet, running off the ropes again and delivered another dropkick to the man’s chest, knocking him to the mat and going for the cover.
ONE!
TW--
Belphegor threw Jag’hatai off of him as Doomsday and Darius looked on. As the match continued, Doomsday reached out and touched Darius’ shoulder, pointing something out to him by the crowd. Darius Crowley looked over to see Matt Klazzic starting to recover from the attack and make his way towards the ring. Doomsday said something under his mask and Darius nodded, dropping to the floor.
HANSON
“What’s Darius doing?”
AUGUSTINO
“I have no idea.”
Just as Matt made it to ring steps, Darius Crowley came running in at him and delivered a bicycle knee strike right to his head with a SMACK! Matt Klazzic dropped back to the floor as the crowd boo’ed and Darius Crowley returned to his corner.
HANSON
“They’re not even gonna let Jag’hatai’s team mates get to the corner to tag him out!”
AUGUSTINO
“Rick’s not even to his feet yet! He’s still right here in front of us! C’mon, big guy! Get up!”
Inside the ring, Jag’hatai looked like he was keeping big Belphegor at bay with stiff strikes and quick evasion. As he ran to the ropes to go for a running attack, however, Darius Crowley was back on the apron and hit him in the back with a stiff kick that slowed him down. This gave Belphegor time to run in and hit a big boot before tagging Darius back in. The Son of the Damned picked his rival back up to his feet and gave him time to recuperate before continuing the match between the two warriors again. Another moment passed with Ultra-Violence watching on before Doomsday looked over and tapped Belphegor on the chest, motioning for him to stay on the apron before Doomsday himself hopped down.
HANSON
“Oh, thank god. We’ve got Rick Dickulous back on his feet here. He’s gonna get into this match, finally.”
AUGUSTINO
“C’mon, Rick! D’habi needs some help!”
Nodding and holding his neck, Rick gave a thumbs up before stepping over the railing and approaching his corner. As he did, however, the crowd began to buzz with anticipation as Doomsday came stalking around the corner before taking a running charge right at Rick Dickulous, full speed!
HANSON
“Hey wait a minute! Watch out, watch out, WATCH OUT!”
Rick Dickulous turned all too late, and ended up catching a Spear from Doomsday right through the barricade, ripping the metal guard rail apart. The masked monster threw his hair back and roared angrily to the audience before getting to his feet and walking back towards his corner as Belphegor tagged himself back into the match.
HANSON
“This is a damn handicap match!”
AUGUSTINO
“May as well be!”
A handicap match that didn’t last much longer, even as Jag’hatai D’habi continued to fight with the heart of a warrior against overwhelming odds, he still succumbed to the numbers game when he got Belphegor down onto his knee and ran to the ropes too close to the Dominion of Pain’s corner to go for a springboard maneuver. As he came up onto the ropes, Doomsday snatched him by the throat and chokeslammed him right back down to the mat, knocking the wind out of him. Elizavetta Von Dutch looked on, slapping the mat with actual worry on her face as Jag’hatai fought to his feet, even now.
HANSON
“Jag’hatai can barely get up but he’s trying his damndest!”
AUGUSTINO
“Show these motherfuckers, Ragman!”
As D’habi stumbled away from the ropes however, he turned back towards Belphegor who was already running at him, delivering a brutal Spear of his own. D’habi snapped down to the mat and Belphegor wasted no time, picking him up to his feet and hoisted him into the air to deliver the Ninth Circle and press down on his chest with both hands.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Ghost’s “Year Zero” played for the victory music of the three men who collectively made up part of the Dominion of Pain. At the announce table, Miranda Augustino sat back in her chair, shaking her head with disgust, mouthing to Nick Hanson that she wasn’t announcing their victory. Not caring to play to the crowd, Darius Crowley and Ultra-Violence exit the ring and start heading up the ramp.
*Suddenly the music stops, the booing of the crowd overtakes the arena, Matt Klazzic's voice filling the stadium speakers*
“Hey....HEY!!!!” Matt says in between breaths as he drapes an arm over Rick’s shoulder to prop himself up. As he speaks, the crowd erupts in cheers. The three Dominion members turn back to the ring to find Turn-It-Up Express standing in the ring.
“We’re not done. I still owe you something. I owe you several things, actually. But I’ll start with this one. Everyone’s asking about your little challenge and for that ridiculous match stipulation. You want us so bad that you need to tip things in your favor to compensate for you lack of manhood, fine. You want us in your match?” Matt says as the crowd starts to cheer in anticipation.
“YOU GOT IT!!!”
HANSON
“WHAT?!”
AUGUSTINO
“THEY’RE ACCEPTING THE MATCH?!”
HANSON
“A TARTARUS PRISON MATCH?! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!”
“Just remember one thing, they say be careful what you wish for,” Matt says as he straightens himself up, drawing some sort of strength from the crowd cheering.
“And keep in mind two things. One, we’re not stuck in this match with you, you two will be stuck in there with me. And two, you want to push us and test our limits? Fine. The next time you see me in that ring for your stupid match, just know that I’ll be carrying the weight of the vengeance for EVERYONE you have hurt and will hurt, up to that night. I will bear that weight and I will have no problems bringing it down on you two with the same intent you did on all those nice people you’ve hurt. The next time, you look into my eyes in that ring, it won’t be the same Matt Klazzic you’ve gotten accustomed to kicking around like a joke. No, you look into MY eyes, you’ll be staring into the eyes with a burning fire in them. And that fire won’t come from these fans. This fire will come from a criminal mind! Doomsday! Belphegor! You don’t need to come after any of these people to get to us. Don’t come looking for us. Look over your shoulders, because WE’RE coming for YOU!!!” Matt yells as he drops the mic.
*As the crowd goes absolutely nuts, Matt and Rick bump fists. Rick mouths "Sorry, not sorry" at the camera as Matt glares down the ramp, locking eyes with Ultra-Violence in the centre of the ring*
HANSON
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! IT IS DONE!!”
AUGUSTINO
“DIOS MIO! I DON’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!”
HANSON
“A Tartarus Prison Match at Motor City Mayhem in Detroit Michigan! These two teams are gonna settle it! Rick Dickulous and Doomsday are finally gonna settle it!!”
“Year Zero” plays over the speakers again as Belphegor grins through his smeared face paint as he looks to Doomsday with approval in his eyes. Doomsday watches the ring, his shoulders shaking with laughter as the credits start to roll. The big man leans into the camera where his laugh becomes audible.
“Oh yes…. There...Will...Be...BLOOD!!”
The shot fades out.
Winners: The Dominion Of Pain
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:37
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Match Winners
Match #1. Eric Lee def. Lucifer Phoenix
Match #2. The Renegades def. Eddy Poe & The Frightners
Match #3. Wyld Stallion def. Vincent Stone to retain the TV Championship
Match #4. The Skillz Vendorz def. Fire & Ice
Match #5. Eavan Maloney def. Angel Kusanagi to retain the Women’s TV Championship
Match #6. The Dominion of Pain def. Jag’hatai D’habi & Turn-It-Up Express
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Match Writers
Match #1. Eric Lee v. Lucifer Phoenix written by Morgan Payne
Match #2. The Renegades v. Eddy Poe & The Frightners written by FireAndIce
Match #3. Wyld Stallion v. Vincent Stone written by Morgan Payne
Match #4. The Skillz Vendorz v. Fire & Ice written by FireAndIce
Match #5. Eavan Maloney v. Angel Kusanagi written by Morgan Payne
Match #6. The Dominion of Pain v. Jag’hatai D’habi & Turn-It-Up Express written by Morgan Payne
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Commentary Added By
Commissioner Steven Brody
Match Winners
Match #1. Eric Lee def. Lucifer Phoenix
Match #2. The Renegades def. Eddy Poe & The Frightners
Match #3. Wyld Stallion def. Vincent Stone to retain the TV Championship
Match #4. The Skillz Vendorz def. Fire & Ice
Match #5. Eavan Maloney def. Angel Kusanagi to retain the Women’s TV Championship
Match #6. The Dominion of Pain def. Jag’hatai D’habi & Turn-It-Up Express
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Match Writers
Match #1. Eric Lee v. Lucifer Phoenix written by Morgan Payne
Match #2. The Renegades v. Eddy Poe & The Frightners written by FireAndIce
Match #3. Wyld Stallion v. Vincent Stone written by Morgan Payne
Match #4. The Skillz Vendorz v. Fire & Ice written by FireAndIce
Match #5. Eavan Maloney v. Angel Kusanagi written by Morgan Payne
Match #6. The Dominion of Pain v. Jag’hatai D’habi & Turn-It-Up Express written by Morgan Payne
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Commentary Added By
Commissioner Steven Brody
