Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jul 30, 2019 8:04:02 GMT -8
With minutes to spare before the show began, a rental SUV pulls up in the parking garage. After a perfect parking job, Shelley Silver emerges from the vehicle, earning a huge pop from the crowd. She looked up to see a camera and smiled, nodding to them.
"Perfect timing, I guess," she smirked. "Yes, I know that I'm late. At least I'm here, right? Yes, I know that my match is the second one of the night. But you forget..." she chuckled. "I'm going up against the same wannabe that my protege fucked up last week," she winked as the camera began following her inside the arena.
"I know that Starlight wants to be something more than what she is, but..." she shrugged with a sigh as she made her way down the corridor, making her way the locker room area. "She's just not there yet, and that's really a shame. I can definitely see what she can be, though. I'm willing to work with that, too. Because with the way that things are going, I'm starting to wonder if there should even be a Silver Mountain Championship."
She sighed heavily as she arrived at the locker rooms and began looking for one that had a sign saying "The Unwanted" on it. Once she reached it, she set her bag down by the door and leaned against the wall. "Now don't get me wrong. There is still plenty of room for the division. There is plenty of intergender competition within New Frontier Wrestling. I just feel like having a champion for it isn't where we are at right now. I handpicked my first two challengers, and with the way that things are going, I'm going to have to do the same by the time Motor City Mayhem comes around. And I'm not sure if everyone knows this but... that's really not how this is supposed to work. Someone should be posing a challenge to me. Not necessarily by beating me, but..." she shrugged, that would help. "That being said? Right now, Jasmine Matthews is at the top of my list of possible contenders. Just sayin'," she grinned.
She went to pick up her bag, but then looked back up, "oh yes... Burning Hearts," she tapped her foot on the ground. "After Ace and I completely demolished Aurora and Carlton... as expected, we fell short in the second round to a couple of legends. Am I bummed? Of course." She paused, looking down for a moment, "am I happy that my girls Adri and Mia won the whole thing? Of course, I am. I'm not sure how they pulled it off, but that doesn't make me any less happy for them."
She went to the door, starting to open it, "now I'd love to see here and chat more, but as I said, I've got the second match tonight. I've got to get ready. See you soon, Raindrops!" she winked and blew a kiss at the camera before walking into the locker room.
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The camera sweeps across the audience, holding up their signs and getting amped up for the show to start. Fans are seen wearing their merch and holding up signs as the camera continues to move through the arena.
HAVOK - A BULL TO THE SLAUGHTER
KLAZZIC IS FOREVER
BURNING HEARTS WAS HOT
EDDY KILLED REYNOLDS
BEHOLD THE KINGDOM
WELCOME BACK CFT
NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!
HANSON
“Hello and good evening folks! Welcome to New Frontier Wrestling’s weekly broadcast! This is Tuesday night Collision! I’m Nick Hanson, joined by my broadcast colleague, Miranda Augustino. We’re here in Madison, Wisconsin, at the Kohl Center! Home of the Wisconsin Badgers. But tonight, it’s gonna be home to the New Frontier!”
AUGUSTINO
“Fuck yeah it is! Because...well, that’s where we are tonight.”
HANSON
“You alright, tonight, Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“Eh. I’ll live. That whole Burning Hearts tournament just reminded me how depressingly single I am.”
HANSON
“Oh...I’m sorry.”
AUGUSTINO
“Ah, fuck it! I’m just a voice on TV! Let’s get this show rolling! I wanna see how this main event turns out!”
HANSON
“Ah yes, our main event being broadcast tonight from over in Osaka, Japan. A Slaughterhouse Deathmatch...that name just has me worried. It’s the culmination of the past few weeks of tension between the Poe family and the Renegades. Eddy Poe is opening up his personally owned establishment as an arena of sorts. He’ll face Havok of The Renegades. No disqualification. Anything goes.”
AUGUSTINO
“How do you win a Slaughterhouse Deathmatch?”
HANSON
“I’m being told this one is by pinfall or submission. But it’s an environment that makes this dangerous. This is Poe’s property and he’s said they can use anything at their disposal. That means nothing can stop either of them except themselves or each other. It’s gonna be interesting but nerve wracking for sure. Now we know Poe lives in Osaka. Tyson Law and Havok have been there all week, getting the lay of the area but they’ll be driven out to the property where Havok will meet with the Slasher and these two are gonna, hopefully not kill each other.”
AUGUSTINO
“Time will tell! Before that we’ve got my girl Eavan defending her Women’s TV Championship against River Chance! We haven’t seen much of her in NFW but she’s looking to make her name known and she could end up doing so, tonight!”
HANSON
“Speaking of title defenses, we have Wyld Stallion defending the Television Championship against Matt Klazzic. How good would it feel for Matt to walk into Motor City Mayhem on August 13th with a title in hand?”
AUGUSTINO
“Pretty good if he doesn’t end up getting murdered that night alongside Rick Dickulous but nevermind that shit, for now. We got two weeks left until!”
HANSON
“We’ve also got Anton Crowley in action, folks!”
AUGUSTINO
“Awww yeah!”
HANSON
“He’ll be taking on the returning Clarence Fletcher Townsend!”
AUGUSTINO
“Awww shit!”
HANSON
“Do you even know him?”
AUGUSTINO
“No and I hoped to never have to. Anton better kick his ass.”
HANSON
“Well, we’ll see what happens. We’ve got all that and more tonight, folks but first! We’re gonna have one half of our Women’s Tag Team Champion’s in action versus one half of the team that will challenge them at Motor City Mayhem! Ice is about to take on Katrina Cage in singles action. Let’s get ready for that!”
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We find Anton Crowley alone in the House Crowley locker room, pacing around, looking at his watch. He seems both perturbed and concerned.
“Where IS she?”
Just as he’s about to leave, Eavan comes in wearing her new ring gear of torn workout pants, a sports bra with the letters EMC across the front, and fishnet arm sleeves, and she’s skipping. With a huge smile on her face, she bounces over to Anton and kisses him.
“SOOOOOOOO I think I found a way to beat River.”
Anton’s face turns to one of confusion.
“You did, huh?”
“Mmhmm. I took a poll outside.”
“A poll.”
“Yep. I asked the fans who they think would win. And seven out of ten of them said me.”
“How is that going to help you exactly?”
“WELLLLL I haven’t figured that out yet, but it’s a start, right? I mean I already have the Television Title, right?”
“Yes.”
“And I’m so far undefeated here in New Frontier, right?”
“Well, we did lose that Burning Hearts tournament…”
Eavan puts a finger over Anton’s mouth to silence him.
“YOU lost us the Burning Hearts tournament, but it’s okay. It was a great match, could have went either way, yadda yadda yadda. I mean, I could have won it if I was the legal person, but the POINT is, I’m still undefeated here.”
Anton grits his teeth and calms down quickly.
“Yes, you are undefeated.”
“So that means, I have the champion’s advantage. River has to make me submit or pin me for three. I, technically, don’t have to beat her.”
“You’re saying you’re going to cheat.”
Eavan gives him a look of mock exasperation.
“BABE! When have I EVER cheated?”
“ECWF, WWA, Hybrid, Ka…”
Eavan puts a finger over his mouth again.
“That doesn’t matter. The fact is that River is like fifteen feet tall, weighs like five hundred pounds, built like a brick shithouse, and can bench ALL of the Packers combined. Yes, she has that oh so beautiful face and she’s sweet and I love her, BUT…”
Eavan holds up her title defiantly.
“She doesn’t have this. And she can’t have it. It’s mine. I even named her.”
“You named it?”
“Her. Trish. Why Trish? I don’t know, the tite looks like a Trish. What I’m getting at is that I’m the greatest champion in NFW. Not Shelley, not Sativa, me. Nobody is gunning for them because it’d be like fighting cardboard cutouts of people. I’m the realest chick in this company. I put asses in seats, I outsell everyone three-to-one. This place should be renamed House Crowley Wrestling dammit.”
Anton chuckles at this.
“Quit laughing at me.”
“You are adorable when you are animated like this.”
“I’m excited, okay? These fans love me as I love them. I feel like a K-Pop singer whenever we roll into town, it’s crazy. You focus on beating Clarence Clearwater Revival and I’ll focus on River Chance.”
“You mean Clarence Fletcher Townsend. And it’s quite hard to focus on someone who hasn’t bothered showing his face.”
“Maybe he’s Jason Voorhees. Or The Elephant Man. Or maybe HE’S the returning corpse of Chris Farley. Whatever, if we’re going to dominate this company, we need wins from both of us. I have complete and utter faith in you.”
“I will, it’s predestined to happen.”
“Let’s burn Madison down. You with me?”
“Always, my little demon.”
The shot cuts back to ringside.
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[Match #1. Singles Match - Katrina Cage v. Ice]
KMFDM’s “Juke Joint Jezebel (Metropolis Remix)” kicks on through the speakers, bringing the lights down and darkening the arena. As the intro continues, a pulse meter begins to blip on the video wall in sync with the electronic beat of the song. Finally, at the 0:15 point, the lighting of the arena takes on a deep blue hue with other colors flashing around the stage and ramp. Katrina Cage comes running out onto the stage, stopping to take in the view of the fans with one hand above her eyes as she leans forward. Finally, she starts to approach the ring. Trailing behind her, giving her space to do her thing, is Sammi Belmont.
AUGUSTINO
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Making her way to the ring! From San Antonio, Texas! She is the 8-bit Princess; KATRINA...CAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!"
Katrina climbs up onto the apron, performing a split as she slides into the ring and performs a handstand flip, landing on her feet and pops up in the center of the ring. She runs to one corner, climbing up to acknowledge the crowd before hopping down to the mat, removing her glasses and t-shirt as she waits in her corner.
“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play as white light fills the arena. Once the drum beat kicks in, out walks Ice with a white jacket and a hood covering her head. As the song picks up, Ice removes the hood and Fire joins her at her side. Ice makes her way down to the ring, very focused on her task.
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent!! Being accompanied to the ring by Fire!!! From Asheville, North Carolina! She is one half of the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! IIIIIIIIIICCCCCCCEEEEEE!!!!!!!”
Once she hits the ring, she uses the steps to make her way up into the ring. She then climbs the turnbuckles as she removes her jacket, tossing it down to Fire before jumping off and standing in the ring.
~DING DING DING~
Ice and Katrina are in the ring as Fire is giving her partner some last minute instructions as the ref tells her to get to the floor before calling for the bell. The two women meet in the middle of the ring and lock up to start the match. The lockup doesn’t last long as Ice breaks it and goes behind Katrina and picking the ankle as she drops Katrina to the mat face first. Katrina grabs her face as Ice is there to immediately lock in a Fujiwara armbar. She cranks back on the left arm of her opponent who scrambles and is able to shift her weight and roll Ice up for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Both women get back up to their feet as Katrina massages her arm a little bit. The two women stare off and once again lock up. This time, Katrina is the one to break the hold and puts Ice into a headlock. Ice backs up into the ropes and uses that to push her opponent off of her. Katrina hits the opposite ropes and comes off, taking Ice down with a shoulder block. Katrina immediately follows it up with a standing moonsault and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Fire is on the outside, yelling at Ice to get back into the match and Sammi is cheering her partner on as Katrina hits the ropes and as she does, Fire reaches up and trips her up causing Sammi to move around the ring and step up to the redhead. Fire starts talking trash as she gets right up to Sammi who isn’t backing down. As this is going on, Katrina is a little distracted giving Ice the opportunity to run in, sliding and grabbing Katrina and delivering a sliding snap German suplex as Ice lands on the floor and gets in between her partner and Sammi and motioning for Fire to back off. Fire backs away and so does Sammi as Ice slides back into the ring and puts Katrina into a Muta Lock.
HANSON
“Watch out, now! There’s the Muta Lock from Ice! She’s got it locked in!”
AUGUSTINO
“Locked in tight!”
Katrina screams out in pain as the ref drops down in perfect position. She’s asked if she wants to quit, but she refuses as she tries to claw her way to the ropes. Katrina reaches out and struggles and after about twenty seconds in the submission, finally reaches out and grabs the bottom rope and Ice keeps the hold on until the ref’s count of four before finally releasing it. Ice grabs Katrina and pulls her up to her feet. She grabs Katrina by the left leg and pulls her back towards the ropes. Ice climbs out to the ring apron with her grasp still on the ankle of her opponent and delivers a dragon screw leg whip in the ropes. Katrina grabs at her leg as Ice climbs back in and once again grabs at the leg of her opponent and delivers a DDT like maneuver on it before taking Katrina’s legs and twisting them up and putting her into a Texas Cloverleaf.
AUGUSTINO
“Texas Cloverleaf from Ice! We know she’s a submission specialist!”
HANSON
“Absolutely!”
Ice sits back deep on the hold as Katrina is in clear pain. The ref asks if she wants to quit again and Katrina refuses. Ice sits back as far as she can and Katrina raises her hand, looking like she’s about to tap as Sammi yells encouragement from the floor for her partner to make it to the ropes. Katrina gets up onto her forearms and she begins to crawl towards the bottom rope. Ice tries to maintain her control, but Katrina is able to make it to the bottom rope forcing Ice to once again break the hold at the ref’s count of 4.
HANSON
“And Katrina gets the ropebreak!”
AUGUSTINO
“Barely!”
There’s a little bit of frustration on the face of Ice who picks Katrina up and sends her into the corner. Ice charges in and goes for a stinger splash, but Katrina is able to move out of the way and Ice’s face bounces off the ring post and Katrina grabs Ice and uses the turnbuckles to deliver a tornado DDT. Katrina follows it up by picking Ice up and delivering the Rage Quit. She gets back up to her feet and limps around Ice yelling for her to get up. Fire begins yelling at Ice once again as Ice begins to stir and get up to her feet. Once Ice is to her feet, Katrina looks to deliver 7th Heaven, but Ice is able to counter it into a cutter.
HANSON
“COUNTER FROM ICE!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“YOWZA!!”
Ice takes notice and and turns Katrina over to her stomach and locks the double chicken wing before floating over and locking Katrina in the Icicle! Katrina screams in pain as Sammi yells that she’s really close to the ropes. Katrina does everything she can and rather quickly gets to the bottom rope, draping her foot over it as the ref once again calls for the break. Ice breaks the hold and the frustration is definitely clear on her face as she grabs Katrina and pulls her back towards the middle of the ring. Ice once again looks to lock in the Icicle, but Katrina is able to shift her weight and get Ice in a crucifix pinning combination.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
The bell sounds and Katrina is quick to roll out of the ring as Sammi is there to meet her by the ramp as a shocked Ice is left on her knees in the ring. Fire slides into the ring with their Women’s Tag Team Titles and calls for a microphone.
“Look at you guys getting fucking lucky again in a match. This time it was the ropes that saved your sorry ass, Katrina. Not once, not twice, but three times! There’s no way you should have won this match, but here we are.”
The crowd boos Fire as she looks around and holds the tag titles up in the air with a cocky grin on her face.
“But at Motor City Mayhem, rope breaks are going to be a hot little commodity because in your match for OUR Tag Team Championships, it’s going to be contested under Pure Rules!”
HANSON
“Whooo-hooooaaaa!”
AUGUSTINO
“Pure rules?!”
Katrina and Sammi look up at the champions a little confused, but still a confident look on their faces.
“If you two are too dumb to know what that means, it means there will be no closed fists to the face, three rope breaks per team and disqualifications can cause a title change on our end. We want to show you two that we truly are the best damn team in NFW and we are that confident that we can beat you guys cleanly. So, go train, go get yourselves ready because in Detroit, Michigan, you two are going to be walking out empty handed and disappointed.”
Fire drops the mic and her and Ice get out of the ring and get right up in the faces of Kat and Sammi all four women having words for each other as Fire and Ice hold the Tag Team Titles up in the air.
HANSON
“A Pure Rules match for the Women’s Tag Team Championships at Motor City Mayhem!”
AUGUSTINO
“YES!!!!!”
Winner: Katrina Cage
Result: Pinfall
Time: 18:25
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[Match #2. Singles Match - Shelley Silver v. Starlight]
We return from the commercial break to find Miranda Augustino in the middle of the ring with the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
ONE FALL!
Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go.
Yeah, Be prepared.
Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh.
...For what?
For the death of the Queen.
Why? Is she sick?
No, fool-- we're going to kill her.
Great idea! Who needs a Queen?
No Queen! No Queen! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!
Idiots! There will be a Queen!
Hey, but you said, uh...
Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. She is holding a microphone looking up at the crowd her red eyes glowing with the sirens.
I will be Queen!
She cackles as she drops the microphone lifting her arms up the sirens cut out. Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. #Queenslayer appears as blue spotlights appear on the ramp. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! Residing in Aokigahara, Japan! The Queenslayer! STARLIGHT!”
She looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turnbuckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face the ramp.
Shelley Silver walks out onto the stage with Sloane Cameron by her side as "I am the Fire" beings to play.
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! From Seattle, Washington… She is the leader of the Raindrops AND the Silver Mountain Champion… Shelley! Silver!”
She grins as she looks around and makes her way to the ring, high-fiving fans and stopping to take selfies with them before hopping up onto the ring apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping between the bottom and middle ropes. As the song fades out, she begins bouncing off of the ropes, preparing herself for the match.
~DING DING DING~
Shelly and Starlight are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two women circle the ring and instead of locking up, Starlight walks right up to Shelly and piefaces her. Shelly doesn’t take too kindly to that as she just looks at her opponent and delivers a forearm to Starlight who laughs it off as she massages her jaw. Shelly though isn’t phased by it and just grabs Starlight and sends her into the ropes. Starlight comes off the ropes and when she does, Shelly delivers a standing dropkick that drops her opponent. Shelly continues the pressure as she picks Starlight up and delivers a saito suplex. She picks Starlight up and sends her into the corner. Shelly follows in and delivering a series of corner splashes and then finishing up the combo as Starlight falls down in the corner with a broncobuster. She pulls Starlight out of the corner and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Shelly picks Starlight up and goes for a vertical suplex, but Starlight is able to slip out the back door and grabbing Shelly by the hair and just pulling her down to the mat causing the back of her head to bounce off the mat. Starlight hits the ropes and delivers a running splash and then picking Shelly up and delivering a full nelson slam. She doesn’t go for a cover, instead she picks Shelly up and sends her into the ropes. Shelly comes off the ropes and runs right into a big boot by Starlight. She still doesn’t go for a cover, but she picks Shelly up once again and puts her into an Argentine backbreaker before just dropping down driving Shelly’s spine onto her shoulders and now finally goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Starlight picks Shelly up off the mat and sends her into the corner. She backs up into the opposite corner to get a running start and goes for an Avalanche splash, but Shelly is able to move out of the way and Starlight hits the turnbuckles face first. Shelly climbs up to the top rope and grabs Starlight by the head and leaps delivering Sundown. She then waits for Starlight to get to her knees before charging in and hitting her opponent with Silver Sunset before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Shelly picks Starlight up to her feet and she throws her into the corner. Shelly goes to the opposite corner and signals for the end of the match as she charges in. She runs full force at Starlight and delivers Silver Bullet before pulling Starlight away from the ropes and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
“I Am The Fire” resumes as Shelley Silver sits up and gets to her feet. As Sloane Cameron joins her in the ring, the referee hands her the Silver Mountain Championship. Despite being a non-title match, Shelley raises it up in the air and extends her other arm out to the side with an almost pleading look on her face. Who’s it gonna be? Who’s gonna step up? She lowers her arms and shakes her head, exiting the ring and makes a swift exit up the ramp, dangling the title by her side. Shelley storms up the ramp so fast, Sloane actually has a hard time keeping up. As Shelley passes the camera, she scowls in annoyance. “Who the fuck is it gonna be, huh? Tell me that!”
Winner: Shelley Silver
Result: Pinfall:
Time: 12:01
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Before the announcers can get a word out, the arena comes to life with the sound of New Year’s Day’s “Anthem Of The Unwanted.” The calm crowd immediately erupts into a pop as the lights go dim with strobes flashing across the stage.
This is for the ones who hurt us
This is for the hypocrites
This is for the shit we've taken
GET OUT OUR FUCKING WAY!
The curtain flies open as Mia Hayashi, always a little ball of energy, comes bursting onto the stage. Behind her, Adrianna Salvatore appears in black leather pants that hug her figure, boots, a Powerwolf cutoff and a black leather jacket. She holds one half of the Burning Hearts championships in her hand as she comes to stand beside her energetic girlfriend who, as usual, is bouncing around on stage, amping up the crowd. Mia finds that ONE fan who isn’t an Unwanted supporter and throws him the middle finger with a smile before following Adrianna down to the ring.
We spit venom on your doors
We give them hell lets make them listen
Torture and absorb
It's the kind of pain that you've been missing
I'm the dealer
For your darkest secrets
Selling nightmares
To the ones in need
Mia and Adrianna enter the ring, both taking a corner and playing to the crowd. Mia pumps the horns with the chorus of their entrance music. Adrianna throws her hair back and holds up the belt in her hand, sticking her tongue out to give that, wild look of hers.
HEY!
There's no way around it
Don't speak, don't make a sound
HEY!
Now you're surrounded
It's our voices getting loud
HEY!
There's no way around it
So don't try and drown us out
HEY!
Now you're surrounded
It's our voices getting loud
Mia and Adrianna climb down from the corners as the music fades and the lights resume. Adrianna takes two microphones from the timekeeper and passes one off to Mia Hayashi. As she lets Mia get ready to speak first, Adrianna motions for the timekeeper to get two more mics ready before coming to stand beside her little Mouse as the crowd can be heard now that the music is off.
UNWANTED! UNWANTED! UNWANTED UNWANTED!
Adrianna smirks a little as she gives Mia that ‘they dig it’ look.
"I had every intention of coming out here and giving some kinda powerful speech about winning my first title and what it means to me..." Mia began, pursing her lips in thought, before unfastening her title belt, and slinging it over her right shoulder.
"But since certain assholes decided to shit on us like we were in a goddamn German porno, I figured instead, I'd call attention to a match that both Adrianna and myself have been wanting. Against two people that we respect and truly like. A? You wanna take this? I'm 'bout two seconds from slipping up and saying some shit I probably shouldn't say on-air."
Adrianna smirked and hung her arm holding the title in her hand over Mia’s shoulder, giving the hot headed little Japanese girl a kiss on the side of the head. “Relax, babe. I got it.” She hugged Mia with her title arm before letting her go and stepped up closer to the camera. “Yeah. Like Mia said, people said some shit. You didn’t go through what we did so, frankly?” Adrianna gave a half shrug. “Get fucked. Moving on!” She turned from the camera and slowly turned around the ring, watching the crowd. “We had dream matches going into this tournament. We actually got three of them. But there’s one we didn’t get and, if you ask me?” She pulls her half of the championships off of her shoulder and holds it up beside her head. “Mouse and I feel like we can’t fully call ourselves the Burning Hearts Champions until we meet that team in the ring. SO!” Setting the belt back on her shoulder, Adrianna turns towards the stage and curls her black painted lips into a mischievous smirk. “With that being said...the two of us would like that team to come join us in the ring….” Adrianna paused, looking at the curious audience. Who was it?
“Anton Crowley!” Adrianna calls out.
HANSON
“Whooaa-hooooaaaaa!!!!”
“And Eavan Maloney!! Bring your awesome asses down here!”
AUGUSTINO
“AYYY-YIII!!! Things are heating up!!”
“The Beast and the Harlot” by Avenged Sevenfold starts up as Anton and Eavan walkout. Eavan is bouncing, pointing at herself then to Anton in confusion. As they step in the ring, Eavan is looking at Adrianna and Mia up and down, and then the titles. Anton asks for a microphone before Eavan asks for it.
"Well hey guys! Nice seeing you two here. First of all, congratulations. You guys beat three great teams to get those titles and you should be proud of yourselves. We've had matches together, and I still have a bit of a limp from my match with Mia. So what's this all about?"
Adrianna stands next to Mia, letting the crowd get their cheers for Anton and Eavan in before raising the microphone up to speak. “First, thank you Eavan. Anton. It means a lot hearing another team that was in the tournament actually give us props. And you’re right, we have had matches together. Singles matches, though. You’ve got a win over me; something I can admit to and hold my head high because, girl, you brought it. You’ve been in the ring with Mia, here.” Adrianna sets her forearm on Mia’s shoulder. “That came to a draw. Which brings me to why we asked you out here.” Adrianna adjusts the title on her shoulder before continuing. “I know you and Mouse talked to Elizabeth Greene. You two set up a match for Motor City Mayhem because neither of you are the type to accept a draw. Believe me, neither am I. BUT!! But….” Adrianna let her title belt rest on her shoulder so she could hold up an index finger. “As I said, we got to talking. We talked about this over the weekend and we think we have a better idea.” Adrianna takes the title into her hand again to keep it steady. “You and your man here.” She nods at Anton. “You two are as in love with each other as any other pair I’ve seen. Frankly, it’s something you don’t see very often anymore. And you’re both badasses in this ring, which is why Mia and I wanted to meet you two in the tournament. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, but that brings us to now.” She motioned with her head to her title then to Mia’s. “If you remember, when the Commissioner announced these belts, he specifically stated that it was open challenge. There is no ‘ranking’ system as to who’s next in line for a shot. A team wants to step up and call the champs out? They’re more than welcome to. However!” She rolled her tongue over her teeth with a grin at Eavan and Anton. “On the flipside, that means that the champions possess the right to...what’s the word...extend? We’ll go with that. They have the right to extend an opportunity to a deserving team….”
AUGUSTINO
“Que que?”
HANSON
“Wait a sec….”
“So!” Adrianna continued as the crowd began to buzz. “As Mia and myself stand here, the Burning Hearts Champions, we’ve decided that these titles were won just in time for a defense, coming up at a certain event very soon.” Adrianna pauses. “Anton? Eavan? Mia and I wanna extend the offer to you two, right here. August 13th. Detroit, Michigan. Motor City Mayhem. Face us for the Burning Hearts Championship. Let’s give the New Frontier fans the match they’ve all been wanting!” Adrianna lowers the microphone as the crowd goes wild.
Eavan smirked, nodding her head. Anton puts his hand out for the microphone and Eavan hands it to him.
“I said after our first round elimination that we weren’t done with those titles. Call our tournament knock what you will, a fluke, chance, fate, whatever. Being the first of anything only matters in the history books. First is a trivia answer. You two are the first, well done. I’ve said those titles belong to House Crowley. So as the head of House Crowley, we accept your challenge.”
Adrianna’s lips curled up into a satisfied smile as she looked from Anton and Eavan, over to Mia beside her. A silent inquiry as to if she wanted to add anything.
Mia leaned against Adrianna, that almost obnoxiously smug grin still plastered to her face.
"We're gonna do three things with this match that NEED to be done. First? We're gonna bring the damn house down and show everyone that this title is here to stay. Second? It's gonna reaffirm that we DESERVED to win these titles, and third? It gives me a chance to feel you up again. So let's do it."
Fighting back a laugh, Adrianna squeezed Mia’s shoulder and brought the microphone up. “Trust me, babe. As much as I’m sure Detroit and even Anton might enjoy seeing that, our GM’s name isn’t Eric.” The crowd let out a humored “OHHHHHHHH” at that. Adrianna nodded to Anton and Eavan. “Like Mouse said. Come August 13th? Let’s fucking do this.”
Eavan nods again, smiles and sticks her tongue out at the three of them.
“First, you’re damn right we’ll bring the damn house down. Second, while you two DID win them first, those tag titles are going home with us. And third, and this is most important. Unless your names are Anton…”
Eavan leans over the ropes towards the announcers and winks at Miranda.
“...or Miranda, none of ya’ll are feeling me up. We good? Good. See you in Motown.”
HANSON
“And we’ve got ourselves a Burning Hearts Championship match at Motor City Mayhem, ladies and gentlemen! Miranda, what do you think?”
AUGUSTINO
“Yessssssssss!!”
HANSON
“Excited, I s--”
AUGUSTINO
“Still get to grope her!”
HANSON
“Wait, what?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Commercial time, bitches!! We’ll be right back with our next matchup!”
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"Matt, guy...when we go in there, you gotta listen to me - the dogs are NOT your friends, bud!"
SUNDAY, 19:30 flashes at the bottom right of the screen, as the camera pans from the sun lazily setting on the horizon down to what appears to be a junkyard.
A very 80's sweep across the screen changes the image to Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous, both dressed in their yellow and black tassled ring gear, along with their zebra print boots. They lean nonchalantly against a fence*
"Besides, what we're after is the complete opposite way, eh? We're after the breakable shit..."
"I don't know, Rick. What kind of training are we doing here anyway? Is there a chicken I need to chase and catch?"
"Guy, we've got a Tartarus Deathmatch to prepare for. Barbed wire, exploding turnbuckles, thumbtacks, light tubes, any weapon you can imagine, eh? And it's all TOTALLY legal to beat Ultra-Violence's asses all over Detroit with all of it."
Rick points a finger at Matt's chest.
"Do you wanna avenge Roger, guy?"
Matt visibly bristles under his mask as he looks at Rick.
"Not just Roger, but any and everyone they've steamrolled and bullied. I mean, look at what they did to AKI and he hasn't been back since. Those two need to not only get knocked down a peg, they need to get knocked out!" Matt says as he punches at the fence.
"See, guy? THAT'S the Matt Klazzic everyone wants to see, bud!"
Rick checks his watch.
"Ok...7:05, we should be totally clear to hop the fence, bud - this is test 1. See that barbed wire all over the top of the fence? You gotta get over that, eh? No stopping to think about it, just up and over, guy!"
"But what about our cool jackets and this awesome ring gear? Won't it tear and RIP? I'd look like I just came from an...ahh," Matt pauses as he just reached a conclusion in his head. "Ok, I'm not the most agile guy here, so bear with me," Matt continues as he takes a deep breath and quickly starts to scale the fence.
The small sounds of fabric ripping can be heard as Matt scales the fence with the camera staying focused on Rick as he looks at his watch. In between the ripping sounds, we can faintly hear Matt repeatedly saying 'ow' and 'ouch' before we hear an audible thud.
"Rick...buddy?" a weary Matt can be heard. "I think I'm over..."
Rick, still looking at his watch, shakes his head disappointedly.
"Three minutes, fifteen seconds, guy! We need to work on that! I'mma have you hopping fences like this in 30 seconds by the time I'm done!"
Rick reaches up and places his hand on the top of the fence, looking away from his watch. He climbs the fence, the camera staying put - as Rick's feet climb up the screen, another cheesy 80s sweep follows up the screen just under his feet. The scene shifts to inside the junkyard. What looks to be a crude obstacle course has been set up.
"So, you're being timed, guy. You go over, under, over, around the barrel, through the windshield - yes...run THROUGH it, bud - then over the car, dive through the next one, round the back stretch, smash the two dummies with one of the weapons, then get back here and pin this really beat up CPR doll, guy!"
"Through the windshield? Are you sure? Aren't they made from tempered glass?" Matt says in between breaths as he stands hunched over with one hand on his knee.
Rick nods.
"They sure are, Matt-guy! It's up to you to not let that stop you, though! Don't pussy out and duck underneath, bud!"
Matt takes another deep breath and says something to himself before letting out a guttural yell and charging through the obstacle course as the camera again stays on Rick, who is timing Matt's run while giving an occasional wince as the sounds of Matt crashing to the obstacle course can be heard in the background. At one point an audible thud can be heard as the sound of Matt colliding with the car can be heard.
"Rick...?" a weary Matt can be heard faintly yelling, "Over the car, right? Not through it?"
"Yeah, bud...over the car, dive through the next one, round the back stretch, smash the dummies, pin the CPR doll...come on, guy! 4 minutes, twenty-seven seconds and counting..."
An audible groan can be heard from Matt as he yells and lands with an audible thud as Rick shuts his eyes for a moment in response. Matt let's out another yell as we hear him smashing through the dummies and finally letting his momentum carry him over and into the CPR doll, straddling the doll's head while having the top half of a dummy with one of its arms wrapped around Matt's neck as he collapses still straddling the doll's head.
"Ok...what...what...was the...time...?" Matt says in between breaths as he looks down at the ground, barely moving from his original position.
"Six minutes, thirty-seven seconds, bud...we can work on that one. How do you feel, guy?"
Matt rolls over and lays spread eagle on his back, breathing heavily. He shuts his eyes as he continues breathing hard.
"I...I'll be...fine. As long as we can...train...this coming week...I'll be fine. I don't think...I can do...anything else this...week," Matt says exhausted.
A low growling can be heard suddenly. Rick places a hand on his stomach.
"Jeez, guy...watching this has really worked up an appetite..."
Matt slowly sits himself up at the prospect of eating. "That's...the best thing...you've said all day, buddy," Matt says still in between breaths.
"I think we passed an all you can eat cheese buffet on the way here, guy...I mean...it sounds great, but I wanna poop later too..."
As Matt slowly gets himself up to his feet, he dusts himself off as a pair of growling rottweilers slowly come around from behind the car from the obstacle course.
"Rick look!" Matt says as the dogs slowly make their way to them. "You didn't tell me they had dogs here. How cute?!? Who wants a belly rub, huh?" Matt says to the dogs as they both bark in a hostile manner.
"Uhhhh..Matt-guy? I think those two have more chains than JYD...and I didn't think that was possible..."
Rick looks from the dogs, to the fence, to Matt, then back at the dogs.
"Guy...this joke is only good in Wisconsin....but...CHEESE IT!"
Rick pulls Matt to his feet and begins to run for the fence, the dogs making a beeline for the two trying to climb for their lives. They manage to scramble up and over the fence JUST before the two dogs can reach them, falling over the top of the fence with two audible thuds. After a few seconds Rick speaks.
"Hey, Matt-guy?"
Matt sinks down to sit for a moment gasping for air as he looks over at Rick.
"Before...you continue...tell me that...wasn't part of...my training," Matt asks.
Rick shakes his head no.
"No, guy...but on the bright side? We made it over that fence in 25 seconds, eh?"
"Cool...go team...I can't do anything else tonight. So let's get that bite to eat and pick this up in a couple of days when I can muster the energy," Matt says as he slowly stands himself up, bracing on Rick as he gets to his feet.
Rick nods.
"Sounds like a plan, bud. Say...we should probably look at training for this TV Title match you've got this week, eh? How 'bout tomorrow?"
Matt abruptly stands and looks at Rick.
"What?"
"You know, guy? Matt Klazzic vs. Wyld Stallion for the TV Title? On Tuesday?"
Rick holds up a hand.
"It's ok, guy...I've got a whole training program worked out for that..."
Suddenly, Matt lunges at Rick and starts choking him with both hands, miraculously getting his fourth wind.
"Why you little...?!?" Matt growls as he continues to choke his buddy. "I HAVE A TITLE MATCH THIS WEEK AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME?!?"
As Matt continues to choke Rick, the screen slowly fades to black.
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Matt Klazzic v. Wyld Stallion © ]
As the camera cuts back to ringside, Miranda Augustino raises the microphone up to her lips.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
ONE FALL!
AUGUSTINO
“And it is for the NFW Television Championship!”
The crowd erupted with cheers and jumped to their feet as Vince DiCola's "War" filled the arena. The lights darkened with only the ramp and stage illuminated and MATT KLAZZIC burst from the curtain, raising his arms up in an X to the crowd before making his way towards the ring, slapping hands and pointing to the Wrestle War sign at the camera.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first is the challenger! From Parts Unknown!!"
Augustino said with a small smirk.
"Representing the Turn-It-Up Express! MATT!! KLLLLLAAAAAAAAZZIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!"
Entering the ring, Matt Klazzic raised up the X again before hopping on the balls of his feet in a circle, getting psyched up for the match that was just moments from taking place. Removing his jacket, Matt Klazzic hands it off to the time keeper. He shakes the referee’s hand and even shakes Miranda Augustino’s hand before turning towards the stage and waits.
The 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~
With the exchange of a handshake, the two masked competitors started off the match with circling the ring and quickly locking up, collar and elbow. Klazzic attempted to press the advantage by moving Stallion back towards the ropes but Stallion braced his feet and sought to stand his ground. Klazzic quickly switched things up and caught the defending champion in a tight wrist lock. Wyld Stallion winced through the pain, struggling to find his way out of it but Matt Klazzic just adjusted his hold with each attempt at an escape. After enough struggling from Wyld Stallion, Matt Klazzic twisted the wrist lock into an arm wrench. Matt Klazzic, essentially, had control of the younger Wyld Stallion as they paced around the ring, until Stallion attempted a further escape by rolling forward then back to kick up onto his feet again to relieve the pressure on his his shoulder. As he came up, he attempted to reverse it into his own arm wrench. Stallion had it for about a second before Matt Klazzic stepped in and reversed it, old school style, putting Stallion right back into the hold before whipping him into the ropes. Stallion came off, charging right into Matt Klazzic but failing to move the more or less larger man. Matt Klazzic pointed to the ropes, telling Wyld Stallion to go for it again. Wyld Stallion came off of the ropes again, drilling Klazzic with a shoulder block as hard as he could and caused him to stagger a bit. Now it was Klazzic's turn as Wyld Stallion urged him to give it right back to him.
HANSON
“And now Wyld Stallion wants some!”
AUGUSTINO
“Want some, get some!”
Matt Klazzic looked around at the buzzing crowd as they cheered for him to go for it. Building up a head of steam, Klazzic ran off the ropes and literally steam rolled right into Wyld Stallion with a shoulder block that knocked him flat on the mat. Matt Klazzic immediately dropped down, following up with an elbow drop across Wyld Stallion’s sternum to knock the wind out of him. Klazzic got back to his feet and ran off of the ropes, coming in to deliver a senton right across Stallion’s midsection before rolling over for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Wyld Stallion kicked out and Matt Klazzic picked him up to his feet, guiding him against the ropes and pushing Stallion off to whip him across with enough force to send him off of the ropes and snatched him right up into a sidewalk slam. Klazzic got right back to his feet and pulled Stallion up, delivering a vertical suplex, sending Stallion crashing down to the mat. Klazzic pulled Stallion back to his feet and whipped him, once more into the ropes. This time, Stallion came back and ducked under an attempt at a lariat before kipping forward into a handspring off of the ropes. Matt Klazzic stepped forward, trying to catch him out of the air but Stallion kept his momentum and hit a backflip over Matt’s head as he shot in, landing behind him. As soon as Klazzic turned around, Wyld Stallion caught him with a beautiful but stiff step up enziguri that caused Matt Klazzic to stagger and drop to a knee.
HANSON
“And here we go! The champion, working up a comeback! Enziguri to Matt Klazzic! What’s he doing now?”
AUGUSTINO
“Giddyup buttercup!”
Stallion came off of the ropes this time and went for a cross body. Matt Klazzic shot up to both feet and caught him sideways, wowing the crowd with a fallaway slam to the champion. But Stallion landed with his hands bracing his fall and hopped up to his feet, coming off the ropes again with a brutal basement dropkick to the back of Matt Klazzic. Matt fell back, grimacing as Stallion hopped to his feet, and bounded off the ropes, hitting a grounded Shooting Star Press right onto the challenger and hooking the leg for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
Matt Klazzic kicked out, and Wyld Stallion sat up, shaking his head in disbelief. As the two got back to their feet, they continued back and forth with Wyld Stallion bringing aerial and strong style attacks while Matt Klazzic came back with his classic King’s Road style. Wyld Stallion prevailed in the end, however, when he managed to stop Matt Klazzic from climbing the top turnbuckle and hit a devastating reverse Avalanche Hurricanrana to the challenger, dunking him down on his head. With the crowd going wild, Stallion climbed up as fast as he could, through the pain and exhaustion and delivered a breathtaking Shooting Star Press for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner and STILL NFW Television Champion!! WYLD...STALLION!!”
HANSON
“A fantastic match between these athletes, ladies and gentlemen! Take nothing away from Matt Klazzic! He puts it all out there every match he’s in!”
Inside the ring, Wyld Stallion helps Matt Klazzic up to his feet and the two shake hands, exchange pleasantries and hug out of good sportsmanship. The two men exit the ring together and start to walk up the ramp when they stop and notice, standing on the stage, Ultra-Violence. Donning mask and makeup respectively in their “street clothes”, Doomsday and Belphegor stand on the stage, silently watching the pair. More specifically, watching Matt Klazzic.
HANSON
“Ohhhhhhh hang on now. What the hell is…?”
AUGUSTINO
“Shit, I’m glad I got back behind the barricade. Fuck are they doing out here?”
Wyld Stallion and Matt Klazzic exchange looks to one another before looking back up at Ultra-Violence. On the stage, the two monsters of men exchange their own glances before Doomsday slaps Belphegor on the shoulder and leads the way back behind the curtain, leaving the two exhausted men alone as the shot cuts away.
Winner: Wyld Stallion
Result: Pinfall
Time: 17:33
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The camera cuts to the inside of a gym where we see various people, mostly of Japanese nationality, training at various points in the building. A mixture of martial arts and straight up boxing training. Some people work the bags. Others work the pads with a partner. In the background, we see a pair of guys sparring in the ring. The camera slowly pans by as we get a caption on the bottom of the screen, giving us the location.
[Osaka, Japan - R. FITNESS]
HANSON
“Here we are in Osaka, Japan folks. We’ll be seeing the main event for tonight take place right in this beautiful city. This here is the R. Fitness gym! From what I understand, it’s a very popular establishment for those seeking to stay fit and healthy, and-- well, speaking of which!”
The camera slows to a stop where the crowd in Madison, watching on the video wall, goes into a pop as we see Angel Kusanagi with a pair of pink boxing gloves, working with a trainer. The coach, also Japanese holds up a pair of striking pads worn on his hands and calls out drills to which Angel responds by viciously striking the pads with her gloves. She’s clearly been at it for awhile as sweat is seen having built up on her face, matting her hair to her forehead while the rest is up in a messy bun.
AUGUSTINO
“You go, little girl!”
HANSON
“Angel’s in her home country, competing in WWH’s Shogun Tournament. If you haven’t checked that out, she wrestles for their Sanatorium brand. Very interesting show! Go check it out folks! She’ll be having her second block match in Tokyo this weekend, but this is where it all started for her, right in Dotonbori!”
Angel exhales with each strike, practically hissing with her punches. She bangs out several more drills before something catches her eye. The platinum blonde haired woman immediately gets an increasingly angry look on her face as the camera pans off of her and follows her line of vision. The camera falls on the gym entrance, right on...Cherry Addams!! A mixture of boos and a pop for what fans expect to come is heard as Cherry casts a devious smirk right back at Angel from across the gym.
HANSON
“What in the world?! What’s Cherry Addams doing here?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhh, I think it’s obvious, Nick! She came to get her some!”
HANSON
“All the way to Osaka?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, her family lives here, so….”
HANSON
“Oh stop it. Did Cherry really come all the way here because she knew Angel was in town?!”
AUGUSTINO
“I think we’re about to find out!”
Cherry Addams starts advancing into the gym. The front desk man comes from around the counter to try and stop her. Clearly trying to get her to sign in and show her membership first. Cherry SHOVES the man out of the way and pulls off her jacket, tossing it to the floor behind her as her pace picks up. From off camera, Angel Kusanagi explodes into the frame, shooting for Cherry’s legs!! Angel hits a double leg takedown, having discarded her gloves and goes for a ground and pound on Cherry with just her taped fists. Everyone else in the gym immediately starts yelling and shouting as they circle around the two women. Cherry and Angel are trading blows back and forth with Angel mounting Cherry until gym staff rush in and pull Angel off of her. As Angel thrashes, Cherry sits up with blood running from her nose and SMASHES Angel across the face with a hard, right haymaker. Angel jerks out of the staff member’s hold as another tries to hold Cherry back. Cherry pulls out of his grasp and the two women collide together, throwing shots back and forth.
HANSON
“My god, Miranda!! This isn’t a sanctioned encounter!!! It’s a street fight!! These women are gonna get in trouble!!”
Just as Nick Hanson says that, Angel and Cherry are finally pulled apart as a pair of officers are seen running in from outside, yelling for everything to stop. They take over for the staff members, wrestling the women to the gym floor and immediately begin restraining them. Cherry laughs in the cops faces as her hands are cuffed behind her back. Angel thrashes violently with one cop’s knee in between her shoulders as her hands are bound. A wild look on her face as blood runs from the corner of her mouth.
“Watashi wa anata no saikō no kokoro o hikisaku tsumorida, meinu!!!!” Angel shrieks at Cherry. A few fans who evidently understand Japanese react with anticipation as both Angel and Cherry are pulled to their feet and escorted out of the gym. The camera doesn’t follow them. It just focuses on the two women being walked out while one officer gets on his radio as the shot fades out….
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[Match #4. Singles Match - Anton Crowley v. Clarence Fletcher Townsend]
The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hushed voice echoing through the arena.
“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society
Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”
A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney standing at the top of the entrance ramp. She is pressed against him, his arm around her in a protective manner. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips as Eavan looks back over her shoulder. The pair starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Residing in Los Angeles, California. Being accompanied to the ring by the NFW Women’s Television Champion, Eavan Maloney! The Demon Prince...ANTON...CROWLEY!”
“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”
As they walk the arena lights go full red. Anton holds Eavan’s hand as she is first up the steps followed closely by him. He sits on one of the ropes allowing her easy entrance into the ring. He then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. They resume their pose from the entrance ramp.
“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”
As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, once again helping Eavan out of the ring and passing her his entrance attire.
As Antonio Vivaldi’s “Storm” filled the arena, it was mixed with a chorus of boos from the crowd. Immediately, for the first time in over a month, Victoria Emmerson appears, strutting out onto the stage in a magnificent green evening gown. She flashes her engagement ring to the camera before smiling back at the curtain as….
Clarence Fletcher Townsend comes out onto the stage. Nose up at the audience as he crosses the stage in his expensive entrance robe. He comes to stand beside his fiance where he takes her hand with the ring on it and kisses the back of it before the two begin walking side by side down the ramp.
AUGUSTINO
“And introducing his opponent! Making their return to the ring! Being accompanied by Victoria Emmerson! From Beverly Hills California! CLARENCE...FLETCHER...TOWNSEND!!”
CFT and Victoria stop at the foot of the ramp and she kisses her man on the cheek. Victoria undoes his robe belt as he opens his arms out to the sides and tilts his head back, eyes closed. ‘Behold my greatness’ is what his body language says. Victoria saunters around behind him and slides CFT’s robe off as he lowers his arms. Once his entrance gear is off, he bursts forward and slides in under the bottom rope, hopping up onto his feet and moves to his corner, beginning to stretch and twist.
~DING DING DING~
Once CFT finally had his entrance suit removed and handed off to Victoria Emmerson, the bell rang and Anton Crowley moved out of his corner, approaching his opponent. However, CFT clearly wasn’t ready yet as he held out a hand, asking - no, demanding - that Anton stop and give him a minute. Anton stopped in the center of the ring, putting his hands on his hips and looking more annoyed than anything as the crowd boo’ed CFT. The self-established millionaire stayed in his corner, proceeding to perform more stretches and twists to loosen up. After another moment passed, Anton Crowley shook his head and started towards CFT again and Clarence quickly dropped and rolled out of the ring, looking baffled at his opponent’s audacity. He spread his arms out to the sides and started asking the referee what the hell Anton was doing, exactly. Not giving him time to loosen up.
HANSON
“Well, folks. It appears as though Clarence Townsend uhh...isn’t quite ready to get things started yet.”
AUGUSTINO
“Seems like he’s just trying to delay the inevitable.”
HANSON
“Wait, did you just…?”
AUGUSTINO
“What?”
HANSON
“Well I realize just now, I addressed Townsend improperly. You’re not gonna correct me on it?”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t even like the guy! Why the fuck would I harp on how you say his name?”
HANSON
“Jim used to.”
AUGUSTINO
“Do I look like Jim? No. I’m ten times hotter, Nicky. I just want this goddamn match to start. C’MON, ANTON! DON’T TAKE THAT SHIT FROM HIM!”
Evidently hearing this, Anton Crowley shot an amused chuckle towards his wife’s friend. He rolled out of the ring and approached Clarence as he and Victoria seemed to be talking over strategy. Victoria looked back and saw Anton approaching; the woman crying out in surprise just as he was right there and reaching out for her fiance. Clarence was able to dart out of the way and roll back into the ring, pointing and chastising Anton for his ‘unsportsmanship’ conduct. The crowd boo’ed him more as he turned to argue with the ref to get Anton under control. As Anton Crowley rolled back into the ring again, however, CFT suddenly ran up and started laying the boots to him to the boos of the crowd but the delight of Victoria Emmerson.
HANSON
“Oh here we go, now he’s ready!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ooooofff course he is!”
“Marvelous, darling! Marvelous!” She called out as Clarence kicked and stomped at the Demon Prince. When Clarence was satisfied that he’d worn Anton down enough, he picked him up to his feet and leaned him against the ropes, laying knife edge chops across his chest. The crowd reacted emphatically with each one as Anton grimaced until CFT Irish whipped him off of the ropes. CFT went for a lariat which Anton ducked under and stopped himself from running out of control off of the ropes again before dashing towards CFT again. Once more, Clarence dropped down and rolled out of the ring, putting up a hand and ‘asking’ his opponent for a minute.
HANSON
“What, he needs another break?”
AUGUSTINO
“Maybe he’s got ring rust. He ain’t done shit but sit on his ass, sipping margaritas for two damn months!”
HANSON
“Well, Anton Crowley’s looking a little frustrated, it seems.”
Inside the ring, Anton tried to get out of the ring but the referee backed him up towards the center and made him stay before turning and ordering CFT back in while counting. CFT started arguing with the referee about the count while Victoria Emmerson took the opportunity to climb up onto the apron and start trying to distract Anton Crowley. Pointing to her diamond necklace and showing her engagement ring, clearly boasting about how much more of a man her fiance was that he could afford to spoil her with such lavish jewelry. Anton Crowley didn’t seem phased by it but the distraction worked to get his attention as he walked right up to Victoria and stood in place while she berated him. He raised an eyebrow at her before suddenly reaching out and SNATCHING the diamond necklace off of her neck, effectively snapping it and throwing it to the floor. Crying out in horror, Victoria Emmerson dropped down off of the apron and scrambled to pick her necklace up, frantically trying to fix it. While this was going on, CFT slid back into the ring, absolutely furious and ran up behind Anton, hitting him with a sneak attack and started laying into him again.
HANSON
“And here we go again, always the opportunist is CFT!”
The end of the match came rather suddenly when it looked like Clarence Fletcher Townsend was gaining the upper hand in a strike off, knocking Anton Crowley back with a European Uppercut. As Townsend ran in for a lariat, Crowley suddenly dropped down, delivering a Drop Toehold, quickly floating over his opponent and transitioning right into the In Ostium Inferos. Townsend resisted for as long as he could but after about ten seconds, he gave in, tapping away at the mat.
~DING DING DING~
“Jim Jones” by SKYND plays again as Anton Crowley releases Clarence Fletcher Townsend and lets him out of the ring. Victoria Emmerson goes to her fiance out of concern, while Eavan Maloney slides into the ring and jumps into Anton’s arms, sticking her tongue out at the crowd before giving her husband a big kiss.
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner! ANTON...CROWLEY!!”
HANSON
“Folks! I timed that at just over two minutes from bell to bell! Fast paced and brutal but...wow...Anton Crowley just set his own record in NFW! Shortest match yet!”
Winner: Anton Crowley
Result: Submission
Time: 2:07
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Once more, the cameras bring us to….
[Osaka, Japan. The Dotonbori Hotel]
The camera captures Tyson Law and Havok of The Renegades from behind as the two men head through the hotel lobby and step outside where a taxi driver awaits by his cab. Tyson Law is dressed in casual street clothes with the hood of his hoodie up. Minus his chain, Havok is dressed in his ring gear with an unzipped Renegade hoodie over it. The hood is also drawn up to try and conceal his masked face.
HANSON
“Folks, we are just two matches away from what is likely to be the most insane main event we have yet to see on Collision.”
AUGUSTINO
“I’m a little nervous...but excited, too!”
HANSON
“I don’t like the idea of this match. One has to wonder what we’re gonna see these two do to each other….”
As the two Renegade members step out, the cab driver bows to them.
“Ah! Minasan, ohayōgozaimasu!” The driver greets the two. “Poe-san arranged for me to drive you to your destination!”
Tyson Law stops, and stops Havok with the back of his hand on his chest. “Hold up. Eddy Poe sent you?”
“Hai!” The driver nods, bowing again and smiling politely.
Tyson steps forward and brings up a finger in the man’s face, causing the smile to wipe right off of it. “Dawg, I’mma tell you this right now. You’re on Poe’s payroll? You try any bullshit? I’mma set my man here off on YOUR ass! Just get us to the damn slaughterhouse and roll the fuck on. You get me?”
Nervously, the cab driver nods and opens the back door for the two. “Yes, yes! P-p-prease! You come! We go!”
“Just get in the damn car!” Tyson Law practically snaps at the driver, scaring him back into the car. Tyson holds the door and motions for Havok to get in. The big man enters the back seat and slides over as Tyson Law slides in behind him, closing the door. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as the cab drives away from the curb and down the road. We see it turn out of the town limits and onto the highway as the shot fades out….
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[Match #5. Singles Match - River Chance v. Eavan Maloney © ]
The camera shifts back to the ring where Miranda Augustino waits, once again, with the microphone.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
ONE FALL!
AUGUSTINO
“And it is for the NFW Women’s Championship!”
Bullet For My Valentine’s cover of “No Easy Way Out” fills the arena as the crowd begins to cheer and the welcome signs come out. The cheers soar even higher as the lyrics start and River Chance comes walking through the curtain, all business. Ready and focused. Cool as a cucumber. While she receives a huge welcome from the crowd, the young woman simply looks around at them without much of a reaction outside of an innocent, sweet little smile. Just a faint one visible on her lips as she checks her wrist tape and starts down towards the ring at a calm but brisk walk.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first, the challenger! From Ann Arbor, Michigan! RIVER...CHANCE!!”
Remaining calm, and actually almost emotionless, River Chance reaches the ring and climbs the steps, entering the ring before coming to the center of the ring. Here, is where she shows more personality and smirks sweetly to the audience, flexing her muscular arms. As her music fades, River moves to her corner, pulling on the ropes and doing some last minute warmup to stay loose.
The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about ten seconds as the opening of "Are You Ready?" by Disturbed plays.
“ARE YOU READY?”
Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in long pants and a crop top, her bright pink hair bouncing as she hops about and poses with one hand raised with devil horns. She's bouncing on the stage, her arm up in the air, as David Draiman is singing "get up, get up", rallying the crowd up with the entrance.
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by The Demon Prince, Anton Crowley! From Ocean City, New Jersey! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion! EAVAN...MALONEY!!!”
They walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to massive cheers from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.
“Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be strong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone
Who cannot be preyed upon”
Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off his shoulders. They touch foreheads before Crowley exits the ring.
River and Eavan are in the ring as the ref holds the NFW Women’s Television Championship up high in the air before presenting it to the time keeper before calling for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
The two women circle the ring before locking up. It doesn’t take long before River shows off her strength advantage and just simply shoves Eavan off of her and to the mat. Eavan lands on her backside and just looks up at River before quickly getting up to her feet. River though is ready and puts Eavan in a waist lock and simply picks the champion up and slamming her down face first into the mat. She holds onto the waist lock and gets back to her feet, picking Eavan up and delivering a deadlift German suplex that turns Eavan inside out. River picks Eavan up and just throws her into the corner before backing up to get a running start. River comes charging in, but when she goes for the splash, Eavan gets a boot up, driving it into her face. Eavan climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and launches herself for a crossbody, but River catches her and delivers a fallaway slam. River then hits the ropes and delivers a splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
River picks Eavan up off the mat and sends her into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and is turned inside out by River by a discus clothesline. She picks Eavan back up and lifts her up in a vertical suplex position and holds her there, walking around the ring to the amazement of the crowd. She does a couple of squats in the middle of the ring before dropping Eavan to the mat back first with the delayed suplex. River goes for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
River once again picks Eavan up and sends her into the ropes. River looks for a black hole slam, but Eavan is able to counter the maneuver into a DDT. Eavan is slow to get to her feet, but when she does, River is up as well. Eavan walks right up to River and delivers a forearm to the face. River stumbles back a couple of steps, but otherwise seems unphased by it. Eavan hits the ropes and delivers a basement dropkick and takes the legs out from under River who hits the mat face first. Eavan takes this opportunity to climb to the top rope and immediately deliver a diving leg drop across the back of River’s neck. Eavan gets out onto the ring apron and slingshots herself in hitting River with a 450 splash and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
River just throws Eavan off of her sending her flying through the ring.
HANSON
“WHOA!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“HOLY SHIT!!”
HANSON
“DID THAT JUST HAPPEN?!”
AUGUSTINO
“BET YOUR ASS IT DID!”
Eavan makes it up to her feet and picks River up. She tries to send River into the corner, but River plants her feet and doesn’t budge no matter how much Eavan tries. River pulls Eavan in and delivers a short arm clothesline and keeps wrist control. She picks Eavan up and delivers another short arm clothesline and picking the champion up and delivering yet another one that this time turns Eavan inside out. River picks Eavan up and delivers a x-plex and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
River picks Eavan up off the mat and puts the champion in a gorilla press position and presses Eavan a few times before just holding Eavan up there for a few seconds allowing Eavan the time to escape behind River and hits the ropes delivering a chop block to the back of River’s knee dropping her down to one knee. Eavan hits the ropes once again and this time delivers a knee to the side of River’s head. The champion climbs to the top rope and delivers the 630 senton she calls Twisted Demon before yelling out to the crowd that the match was over. She stands in the corner and begs for River to get up to her feet. River finally gets up to her feet and as she does, Eavan charges in and hits the LA Makeover and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner AND STILL NFW Women’s Television Champion!! EAVAN...MALONEY!!”
HANSON
“The Demon Warrior retains again folks!!”
River Chance gets to her feet and extends a hand to Eavan Maloney. The retaining champion shakes her hand and the two exchange a quick hug before River exits the ring, exiting up the ramp to the support of the audience while Eavan Maloney and Anton Crowley celebrate in the ring.
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:09
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[Match #6. Main Event - SLAUGHTERHOUSE DEATHMATCH - Havok v. Eddy Poe]
==OSAKA, JAPAN==
As the show returns from commercial, we are brought back to Osaka, Japan once again by way of the streaming broadcast. Outside of the city, a large warehouse looking building. Connected to the warehouse are large fenced in areas, housing farm animals that are outside, eating out of large troughs and other types of feeders. The building looks shut down for the most part. Operational but closed down for the day. Coming down the road, a cab pulls up in front of the entrance. The camera moves forward as the vehicle rolls to a stop and goes into park. The camera gets close enough to reveal the same driver from the hotel earlier. One of the back passenger doors opens and Tyson Law of the Renegades gets out, looking at the building. He squints in the sunlight and moves out of the way as, behind him, Havok climbs out of the back seat and stands next to Tyson.
The camera approaches closer as Tyson pulls out his wallet and fishes out a thick wad of yen. He folds it and hands it to the cab driver. “Hey, my dude. You wanna make some extra bucks? Chill out here while big man does his thing here.”
The driver raises his eyebrows at the money and takes the cash. “Oh, hai, hai! Very good! I park down there, out of way!”
“A’ight, hold up. Lemme hop in.” Tyson turns to Havok and they fist bump one another. “Hey, big dawg. You got this, a’ight? Teach that Osaka Chainsaw Massacre motherfucker what happens when he fucks the Renegades, ya heard?”
HANSON
“Here we are, folks. We’re just about to get the main event underway. I wanna digress here. We have no idea what is to come of this matchup. We know it’s at a slaughterhouse. We know it’s no disqualification. Falls count anywhere. I’m going to say viewer discretion is advised. You might wanna put the children to bed before Havok gets inside of this building. We don’t know if Eddy Poe has arrived yet or not.”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhh man. This could be awesome or really bad, Nick.”
HANSON
“We’re about to find out….”
Havok growls under his mask and nods. He slides his hood back off of his head and removes his Renegade hoodie. He hands the wadded up garment to Tyson who slaps him hard on the back and gets him moving before getting back into the cab before it drives off. The camera stays with Havok, following after the man as he storms up to the worker’s entrance. Havok and the camera wind up in between two doors. The mantrap area. A couple of seconds go by before the inner door buzzes open and a referee waves Havok in.
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen, referee Mike Thompson will be officiating this contest. You see him, right there.”
AUGUSTINO
“This probably would have been James Greer if he were able to.”
HANSON
“Absolutely. Jim Greer is still on medical leave due to the hands of Ultra-Violence. We wish him the speediest of recoveries, as do we to Roger Arden. I just hope nobody here ends up joining them.”
“Come on in, Havok! Eddy Poe’s already here...somewhere.” The referee says as Havok immediately storms in passed him and walks into the dimly lit building. The building is vacant of any workers and doesn’t seem to be operating at all. Clearly, it’s been shut down for the day. The referee follows Havok into the main area, before calling out. “Eddy!! Havok’s here! Let’s get this match started!” There’s no answer. The referee looks around. “Eddy? Did you hear me?”
“POE!!!!!” Havok’s voice, slightly garbled underneath his mask bellows out, ringing throughout the large, open room. The member of the Renegades walks through, stepping through small puddles of blood that have yet to be mopped up from the end of the shift. Havok moves by inoperable conveyor belts and machines used to move and process fresh meat from slaughtered animals. He pushes a plastic curtain apart and moves into the next area with more machinery. “POE!!!!!!” Havok roars out again, calling out to his opponent. His voice is deep and gruff as always whenever he does, rarely speak.
HANSON
“We heard Mike Thompson say that Eddy Poe was here. Havok, as you can see, is adamant about finding him.”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, obviously, he has to wrestle him here. What else do you expe--”
“POE!!!!” A brief cut to the Madison, WI arena shows the crowd silently, almost on edge, watching the video wall which displays Havok walking through the slaughterhouse. The shot cuts back to directly inside the Osaka slaughterhouse as Havok starts moving through a room where beef carcasses hang from hooks. Skinned and prepped for portioning and packaging. Havok moves slowly between two rows of carcasses, fists clenched. His boots thump against the concrete floor….
HANSON
“Still no sign folks, of Eddy Poe….”
When all of a sudden, Eddy Poe comes out from behind one of the carcasses. Yelling at the top of his lungs, he swings a PIG CLEAVER right at Havok!!!! Havok ducks under the high swing and the blade chops right into one of the carcasses, embedding into the backbone. Havok immediately spear tackles Eddy Poe, grabbing him around the waist and literally running with him passed the remaining rows of dangling slabs. He slams Poe against the edge of a table and just starts feeding him straight up closed to fists. We hear the U.S based crowd from the arena go wild as the two go right into a straight up brawl. Havok continues feeding Poe straight up punches until Poe manages to grab him around the head and DRIVES his forehead right into Havok’s mask, delivering a sick headbutt. Havok stumbles back and Eddy steps away from the table, kicking him in the midsection before dishing out brutal forearms to the big man.
HANSON
“Here we go!!! This match is on!!”
AUGUSTINO
“This fight is on, Nicky! Look at this!”
HANSON
“You’re right, Miranda! This isn’t a match at all! These are straight up shots they’re taking on one another!”
Eddy and Havok start trading shots back and forth until Eddy hits Havok with a spinning kick to the midsection. Something one might see out of an MMA fight rather than a wrestling match. Havok stumbles back. Poe advances but runs right into a sudden European Uppercut that rocks him back, himself. Havok grabs him and runs him right into the table, sending him right up onto it. Havok grabs Eddy by the hair and starts feeding him more shots right to the face until Eddy rolls off on the other side. We hear metal clattering on the other side as Havok starts circling around the table but Eddy has a large steel tray ready for him and SMASHES him across the head with it. The sound of metal on skull echoes throughout the room as Havok stumbles and falls to the ground. Eddy drops the sheet to the floor with a clatter and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Havok gets the shoulder up. Eddy Poe comes up onto his knees and brings down a couple of forearms across Havok’s face before he goes for the tray again. Havok rolls up onto his hands and knees as Eddy gets to his feet and brings the tray down across his back as hard as he can. Havok pushes through the shots, despite each one causing him to thrash and almost lose his position. Eventually he gets to his feet. Eddy Poe cocks the tray back and swings but Havok punches the tray right back into Eddy’s face, knocking him back. Havok shakes his fist out and runs in for a big boot, knocking Eddy to the floor. As Eddy holds his face, Havok shakes the dizziness out of his head and steps over to where Poe lies on the floor. In one of his rarely seen, true freak of nature moments, Havok delivers a standing Shooting Star Press right onto Eddy Poe. The crowd watching from Wisconsin goes wild, just out of sheer respect for the big man’s athleticism.
HANSON
“STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS FROM A TWO HUNDRED AND EIGHTY FIVE POUND MONSTER!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“DIOS MIO, CABRON!!!”
ONE!!
TWO!!
Eddy’s shoulder shoots up and Havok pulls him to his feet. He cocks back and punches Eddy Poe right across the head. This puts Eddy on a seeming retreat and Havok follows after the staggering man, into the next room of the slaughterhouse. This room looks like a more grisly scene out of a horror movie. There’s bloody tools and tables and buckets of varying size filled with...well we can guess. Havok continues to follow Eddy, hitting him with a fist each time he gets close enough. Havok eventually knocks Eddy down to his hands and knees before grabbing a chain dangling down and pulls it down with a hard yank. He wraps one end of it around his fist before holding it in half, leaving a good few feet left. Havok starts to angrily whip Eddy across the back with the chain. We don’t often hear Eddy vocalize what he’s feeling but he yells out with each lash from the chain until Havok wraps it around his neck and proceeds to strangle him with it. Eddy grasps at the chain, trying to get some slack from it as Havok tightens it. The referee has no choice but to come around to check on Eddy and see if he wants to give up or if he’s passed out. Eddy fumbles up onto a table with one hand and manages to grab a handheld mallet. He swings it back and catches Havok right in the chin with it, causing Havok to let go of the chain and stumble back. Eddy Poe keels forward, gasping for air as he gets to his feet and turns towards Havok. Eddy starts taking brutal shots to Havok’s body with the mallet, following after him until Havok stops by another table. Eddy brings the mallet down with both hands and Havok JUST BARELY moves out of the way, causing the mallet to hit the table. Havok grabs Eddy by the back of the head and SLAMS his face into the table. Eddy staggers back and Havok Irish whips him right through a set of double doors into the storage room for hog carcasses.
HANSON
“My god, I think I’m gonna be sick! This is just insane!”
AUGUSTINO
“Even I’m a little just….UGH!!!”
HANSON
“Oh my god….”
AUGUSTINO
“What the hell does Havok have?”
HANSON
“Ohhhhh my GOD!!”
The commentators start to go nuts as Havok reaches onto a table of excess tools and picks up a hand held meat hook. He kicks the doors to the next room open to follow after Eddy Poe who’s still getting to his feet.
AUGUSTINO
“I never thought I’d say this; LOOK OUT EDDY!!!”
Almost as if Eddy has a sixth sense and could hear Miranda, he lifts his head in time to see Havok advancing on him with the hook. Havok yells, swinging wide. Eddy stumbles back and shoves a dangling pig carcass in his way. The hook embeds itself into the flesh. Havok RIPS the hook out with a sickening squelch. He pushes the pig out of the way and advances after Eddy, swinging the hook at him again. He misses and hooks another pig carcass. He rips it from the meat and moves in on Eddy once more. Havok misses Eddy several more times, swiping the air and hooks another pig carcass before he backs Eddy up against a dangling hog that has yet to even be prepped. Havok lets out a roar that seems to shake the very room as he swings the hook down. Eddy just barely gets out of the way and the hook catches the dangling hog below the groin. The force of Havok’s swing sends the hook ripping the carcass open right down the middle and the hog’s entrails spill out of the gaping wound, squelching noisily on the floor. We hear a disgusted noise from the massive crowd watching from the U.S.
AUGUSTINO
“OH THAT IS FUCKING DISGUSTING!!!! DIOS MIO!!!”
HANSON
“Dear GOD!! I think I’m gonna be sick!!”
We hear Nick Hanson remove his headset and start to gag, going into dry heaves as Havok pulls the hook out of the pig carcass. His hand and the hook covered in blood, he turns towards Eddy again just as the Slasher hits him with a big superkick to the face. Havok drops the hook and staggers back, doubling forward with a hand on his face. Eddy Poe runs in, yelling bloody murder and hits him with a sudden, swinging DDT, head first right into the pile of guts. Eddy rolls Havok right over onto the disgusting mess and covers him.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Havok throws his shoulder up and breaks the count. Eddy huffs angrily and picks up the meat hook. He straddles Havok and tries to force the hook down towards his neck but Havok grabs Eddy’s wrists with both hands and it becomes a power struggle between the two.
“You having fun yet, boy?!” Eddy taunts Havok, sneering down at him through smeared face paint and blood running down his face from a cut on his forehead. “YOU’RE IN MY HOUSE NOW, MOTHERFUCKER!!” Havok jerks Eddy’s arms to the side, causing him to lose his grip on the hook. Eddy watches the hook go flying and as he turns back towards Havok, the masked man smashes him across the face with a right fist. Eddy spits in Havok’s face and drills him with a forearm. Havok lies dazed, somewhat, as Eddy reaches for the pile of guts from the pig, grinning at the camera. “Viewer discretion...is advised!” He says before bringing up a handful of entrails. “Here you go, vegan boy! Get your protein!” Disgustingly, Eddy smears Havok’s mask with the pig guts, trying to get it up under his mask to literally force feed it to him. Havok fights against it, trying to turn his head from side to side. Finally, Eddy lets up and shakes his hand off as he gets to his feet. Havok rolls over and can literally be heard coughing and spitting. Eddy moves to the tools inside this room and picks up a bonesaw. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Eddy mockingly examines it with interest before nodding at the camera.
AUGUSTINO
“You alright, Nick?”
HANSON
“Ugh. I think so! I’m sorry for that. I just...ugh….”
AUGUSTINO
“You’re find, man. This shit is insane!”
HANSON
“What’s Eddy doing with th-- is that a bone saw?!”
AUGUSTINO
“It ain’t a damn kendo stick!”
Eddy walks over and boots Havok in the head, knocking him onto his back. He straddles him again and tries to push the bone saw down onto his neck. Havok fights against Eddy’s attempt, holding him by the wrists but Eddy gets closer and closer with the saw until Havok finally switches quickly from the wrists and grabs the saw by the business side of the blade and pushes back. The crowd lets out an emphatic “OHHHHHHHHHHH” as Havok growls through the pain under his mask. Blood begins to run from his hands as he shifts enough to drive his knee up into Eddy Poe’s groin. The energy leaves Eddy almost immediately as he falls to the side and Havok is able to sit up. Panting, sweating and covered in blood and pig guts all over his back, Havok looks at the lacerations on his hands. He flexes his hands painfully, growling as he picks up the bone saw himself and slowly starts getting to his feet. Eddy Poe starts pulling himself up just as Havok swings the saw and literally catches him in the arm!! Eddy grabs at the cut on his shoulder, yelling out as he stumbles back. Havok throws the saw at him, discarding it and shoots in for his waist. Eddy catches Havok in a DDT hold again but Havok snaps back, painfully driving Eddy onto the floor with a Northern Lights Suplex, ending with a bridge.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Eddy gets the shoulder up and both men start getting back to their feet. Havok shakes his head again to clear his senses and stumbles right towards Eddy who grabs him and, with every ounce of willpower, spins him out into a Black Hole Slam right onto the floor! Eddy goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
But Havok gets the shoulder up!! Shaking his head, Eddy laughs maniacally to himself and pats Havok on the chest, almost seeming to give him kudos. He gets to his feet and pulls him up into a powerbomb setup position but Havok slumps down to his knees. As Eddy tries to readjust him, Havok seems to find a second wind and grabs Eddy under the legs, lifting him up onto his shoulders in his own powerbomb lift but uses the opportunity to deliver the Disasterpiece, flipping Eddy off of his shoulders and bringing him down into a facebuster on the concrete.
HANSON
“DISASTERPIECE!!! MY...GOD!!! YOU’VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“IF THAT AIN’T IT!!!!”
HANSON
“I don’t know if Havok even knows where he is!”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t think either of these guys do!”
Eddy lies face down with no movement other than his breathing. Havok lies on his back, just the same. Both men eventually start getting to their feet again and resort to trading shots, once more as they fight their way towards the indoor freezer, found inside another room of bloody tools that looks like it’s out of a horror movie. Here, Havok grabs a plastic storage bucket and flings the contents - disgusting enough, about a gallon of blood - all over Eddy, causing him to start wiping at his face and eyes. Havok comes in with the bucket in both hands and SMASHES it across Eddy’s head. Eddy stumbles back and slips on the blood, taking a fall onto his backside. Havok discards the bucket and runs in, using the viscous fluid on the floor to slide and hit a sliding forearm right to Eddy. He drapes himself over for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
Eddy’s shoulder shoots up literally at the last second and Havok collapses onto his back out of exhaustion and frustration. Eddy rolls onto his hands and knees, crawling away as he tries to get to his feet. He finds himself near the freezer and spots a maintenance ladder right next to it, already set up. Eddy shakes his head, muttering something about firing his safety manager before climbing the ladder and getting up onto the roof of the freezer. He wants to perform a big dive but the exhaustion and pain hit him at once and he falls to his knees just to catch a breath. Back on the floor level, Havok pulls himself to his feet and follows Eddy, fighting through the pain in his hands, he climbs up the ladder and joins Eddy on top of the freezer. Havok stumbles over and brings down a double axe handle across Eddy’s back. Once...twice...thrice. He grabs Eddy around the head and goes to pull him up but Eddy explodes up, catching Havok with a stiff headbutt right to the face. We see an actual crack in Havok’s mask from the impact as he wavers on his feet and Eddy pulls his head down for a powerbomb setup. No. Not a powerbomb. The fans pop as Eddy hooks his arms under Havok’s and grabs him by the legs.
HANSON
“Aw no way!”
AUGUSTINO
“What the hell is he doing?!”
Eddy lifts Havok up into a package hold, grimacing through the strain it’s causing his body in his current state. He eyes the edge of the freezer.
HANSON
“Aw no way!!! NO!!! NOT THAT!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“EDDY?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Eddy Poe manages to run the few steps he needs to and just jumps off of the top of the freezer. He and Havok both go crashing through a flimsy wooden desk as Eddy effectively delivers Enter The Bad Place from the top of the freezer to the floor on Havok. Eddy Poe collapses down on top of Havok and referee Mike Thompson rushes in to deliver the
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
HANSON
“You’ve gotta be kidding me! Thank god that’s over!”
In the Madison, WI arena “Suffocate” by Motograter plays to signal Eddy Poe’s victory in the match. On the video wall, however, neither men look like they’re able to get up to their feet until Eddy Poe sits up like a slasher right out of a movie. Blood completely coats his face as his shoulders shake with laughter. He pulls himself up to his feet and limps towards what looks like a back door to the slaughterhouse. He pushes it open to reveal Dona Rotten, Cherry Addams and the Frightners waiting for him. They take one look at him as he raises his fists in the air and all cheer for the head of the family. Dona Rotten doesn’t care how messy her husband is as she runs into his arms Eddy is flanked by the rest of the family as they celebrate his victory. The camera angle switches back inside where the referee continues to check on Havok who looks unconscious.
HANSON
“Folks, that was...the most vile thing...I’ve ever had to witness in the sport of professional wrestling. For anyone that was unable to handle it or had a difficult time watching...you’re not alone. I just...ugh. God help both these men.”
AUGUSTINO
“Take it easy, Nick. I got this. Thanks for sitting through this wild ride with us, everybody! Next week is our go home before Motor City Mayhem! We just learned, before this match started, next week there’s gonna be a contract signing. Alex Brody and the NFW Women’s Champion will meet in the ring to seal the deal! Don’t miss it. Come back next week and see us. Hopefully shit will be a little more tame!”
HANSON
“So long and goodnight, ladies and gentlemen!”
Winner: Eddy Poe
Result: Pinfall
Time: 25:57
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Match Winners
Match #1. Katrina Cage def. Ice
Match #2. Shelley Silver def. Starlight
Match #3. Wyld Stallion (c) def. Matt Klazzic
Match #4. Anton Crowley def. Clerance Fletcher Townsend
Match #5. Eavan Maloney (c) def. River Chance
Match #6. Eddy Poe def. Havok
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Match Writers
Match #1. Katrina Cage v. Ice written by FireAndIce
Match #2. Shelley Silver v. Starlight written by FireAndIce
Match #3. Wyld Stallion v. Matt Klazzic written by Morgan Payne
Match #4. Anton Crowley v. Clerance Fletcher Townsend written by Morgan Payne
Match #5. Eavan Maloney v. River Chance written by FireAndIce
Match #6. Eddy Poe v. Havok written by Morgan Payne
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Commentary Added By
Commissioner Steven Brody
