Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jul 1, 2018 18:33:29 GMT -8
The scene opens up as we see a gentleman walking towards the camera. "Hi my name is Ryan Steele... and I'm trying to make this business better by adding new superstars to the roster and the only way to do that is by training new people.... So I would like to announce that the Steele Training Facility will be in full effect on August 15th .. More details are to come but as for the locker room now. They should just take heed to my warning... you get in my way... you will regret it...."
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*The camera catches Connor K as he's walking to the locker room area, pulling his spinner and sporting a pair of Beats over his ears.*
"Connor K? Tonight you go against the debuting Ryan Steele. How are you going to prepare for this match against someone you've never seen in action?" asks the interviewer off-camera.
"Man, I dunno. All I know is that I'm glad to be back in Japan. After tonight's match, I have a few weeks off and I'm going to visit some fam and maybe do a little shopping for my boys back home," Connor says as he pauses and takes off his sunglasses.
"Wait, you're from Japan? I didn't know that," the interviewer says again off-camera.
"Man, I got fam everywhere. Got some bruthas and sistahs over by Yokosuka, got another brutha over at Kadena, and some sistahs at Camp Courtney," Connor says, slightly irritated at the question.
"Oh...OHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I see what you mean. My mistake. Well, good luck tonight, Connor," the interviewer says as we hear him walking away as the camera zooms in on a confused Connor.
"Shit! I forgot I need to call my momma and let her know I'm here," Connor says as he runs off pulling his spinner and pulling a phone from his pocket as the camera fades to black.
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The camera fades in on Steven Brody sitting behind his desk. Beside him is a Japanese interpeter whom, as Brody begins speaking, translates his words for the Japanese audience.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." He smiles, humbly. "As you may know, my name is Steven Brody and I am the owner and commissioner of New Frontier Wrestling. As a longtime fan of this sport, it is my personal goal to make this company the greatest wrestling promotion that the United States has ever seen. However...every good business man has his ambitions. And a good business man knows when to ally himself with potential competition. That is why the New Frontier has signed together with New Japan Professional Wrestling in an effort to bring you, the fans, the greatest wrestling in the *world*. Together, our respective rosters will act, as one. Competitively, and even in unision. Next week, our two promotions proudly bring to you our joint pay-per-view, when our rosters clash in When Worlds Collide. But before that, we bring you to our go-home show. We give you, the people in the Land of the Rising Sun, a taste of what our own superstars have to offer as competitors. We humbly thank you for welcoming us and giving us the opportunity to entertain you with our talent and we hope you enjoy tonight's show. So without further adue...."
Steven Brody leans forward over his desk with a small smirk. "Let us hear you scream...." We do a hard, sudden cut from there and---
~LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM!~
The N*FW intro video rolls before we cut to the inside of Korakuen Hall. This time, of course, the show is sans the opening pyro given the layout, but as usual, our commentary team is equally fired up.
Hanson: "GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING! WE ARE *LIVE* IN BUNKYO, TOKYO'S KORAKUEN HALL!!"
Reynolds: "KOOOOOOONNICHIWAAAAAAA!!!!!!! GENKI DESU KAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Hanson: "What are you doing?"
Reynolds: "Nani?"
Hanson: "Jim, what are you--? What the hell are you wearing?!"
Reynolds: "Nani itteru?"
Hanson: "Jim...why are you wearing hakama and haori?"
Reynolds: "We're in Japan, Nicky! I'm getting into the zone! Like my headband?"
Hanson: "You look like a middle aged, washed up Ralph Maccio. And you're probably offending everyone around us. Jerk."
Reynolds: "Fuck it, they can fight me."
Hanson: "Why do I even still work with you? Can I get Kevin Kelly over here?"
Reynolds: "Why Kevin? What about Don Callis?"
Hanson: "...I'd shoot myself."
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Ryan Steele and Connor K wrestled to an incredible 25 minute draw that had the Tokyo crowd on their feet, applauding them at the end.
Hanson: "A fantastic start to the show! I'm just bummed that we didn't see a victory. BUT! Who knows? Maybe we'll get to see these two go at it again!"
Reynolds: "That's the beauty that is N*FW!"
*As Steele leaves the ring, the ref helps Connor to his feet as the crowd reacts as from behind, Shingo Takagi and T-Hawk hit the ring in street clothes and begin a beatdown of Connor.*
Hanson: "WAIT A MINUTE!!!! THAT'S SHINGO TAKAGI AND T-HAWK!! WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?!"
Reynolds: "BEATS ME, NICKY! THESE GUYS AREN'T EVEN FROM NEW JAPAN!"
Hanson: "NO!! THEY WRESTLE FOR DRAGON GATE!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
*The camera shifts for a moment to Steele to catch him watching the carnage in the ring before his gives a shrug and continues walking to the back.*
Reynolds: "Where's Ryan Steele going?! Get in there and help your boy!"
Hanson: "I wouldn't say his boy, but someone's gotta help him! This isn't right! These two are out of control!"
*Shingo throws the ref out of the ring and attacks the ring boys trying to get into the ring as T-Hawk picks Connor and whips him off the ropes and into a Pumping Bomber lariat from Shingo as T-Hawk takes his turn cleaning the ring of the ring boys. T-Hawk turns back to Shingo who picks up Connor in a fireman's carry before dropping him with the Last Falconry as the bell continues to ring. Shingo picks up Connor, who can barely stand at this point and passes him over to T-Hawk, who hoists him up into a reverse crucifix position over his head before turning it into a sitout driver called the Night Ride.*
Hanson: "Oh, this is crap! What are they doing this for?!"
Reynolds: "Butthurt? I mean we did sign with NJPW. Maybe they feel left out?"
Shingo and T-Hawk then stand on opposing turnbuckles and pose for the fans as "Wolfish Soldier" plays and the ring boys finally get in to check on Connor's condition. Shingo feints attacking again before giving a wry smirk as he and T-Hawk finally leave the ring.*
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*The camera shifts to another part of Korakuen Hall where we see Matt Klazzic walking in the back, before being stopped by one of the agents.*
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" asks the agent.
"Oh, you don't know me? I'm Matt Klazzic. I was just looking for someone to help me. I just saw the card for the next few weeks here in Japan and I'm not on any of the cards. This has to be some sort of mistake. Can you help me please?" Klazzic replies.
"Oh, I know who you are, sorry. I was just surprised to see you here since you're not booked for this tour and for the next few weeks after Japan," the agent says.
"What? This has to be a mistake. This is just a rib to get one over on me, isn't it?" Klazzic says to the agent who shows no change in his expression.
"I'm sorry Matt. I think based on your string of performances ever since you arrived, management's kinda soured on you and decided to leave you off the next string of shows so you can get yourself together," the agent says as he looks down on his iPhone.
"In other words, management has nothing for you. I'm sorry you had to travel all the way out here to find that out the hard way. But you're still free to visit in the back and maybe even make some visits at catering."
*Klazzic sighs softly and looks down for a moment before turning around and walking away.*
"So, what are you going to do now?" asks the agent as he watches Klazzic walk away.
*Klazzic stops and pauses for a moment.*
"Well, the institute where my instructor trained me is somewhere in Japan. Maybe I'll try to find it and train some more," Klazzic responds while keeping his back to the agent and the camera before continuing to walk away as the camera fades to black.
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*Rick Dickulous holds an ornate glass pipe in his hand, he carefully packs the bowl, sets it down, and lets out a large sigh. He turns to the camera*
"Doomsday....why, guy?"
*Rick shakes his head and picks up his pipe. He lights the bowl and draws in a large lung full of smoke, exhaling it into a thick white cloud*
"See, I was raised to respect my elders and all that, eh? But I was also raised to not take any shit...know what I mean, buddy?"
*Rick points at the camera with his pipe*
"You, sir? You crossed the line. I expected more from you, friend....I expected that you'd come at me face to face. I figured you'd try to intimidate me with....well...you."
*Rick takes another haul off his pipe, exhaling as he speaks*
"But, see, you didn't do that. Instead you decided to come on out like you own the place and stick your nose where it doesn't belong, eh? Well, I got a little news for you. I'm not afraid of you, and I'm sure you figured that out last week."
*Rick brings the pipe to his lips and takes one more pull, the contents making a popping sound as the bowl is emptied. He slowly exhales and nods, clearly in thought*
"Buddy, all I have to say to you is this: you're gonna need all your little snakes backing your ass up, because I know I have solid backup. I'm not gonna drag them into this though, eh...not unless you make that a thing. So, ball's in your court, guy. Is this an all out war, or is this just two guys lookin' ta settle a beef? If it's just you and I, friend, let's do it. If it's all out war, let's give'r."
*Rick sets his pipe back down and stares intently into the camera*
"Doomsday, guy? You don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of taking my - that's right, MY - Silver Mountain Championship. Every one of the little Rickamaniacs out there will say the same thing as me when you finally come to realize this: Sorry, not sorry."
*Rick pats the belt over his shoulder*
"To coin a phrase from an awesome movie, this is my precious. You, and all the snakes in the world won't take it from me, because unlike Indiana Jones, snakes don't bother me."
*The cameraman's voice can be heard*
"Uhhh, Rick, wasn't it Gollum who kept saying 'My Precious? Indiana Jones didn't say that..."
"No, Cam....he didn't. But he WAS afraid of snakes. Keep up, guy!"
"It's just that you went from talking about Lord of the Rings, and then made a weird seguay into Indiana Jones. Are you SURE you haven't smoked yourself retarded?"
*Rick thinks for a second*
"Yes, Cam. The answer is yes."
"Wait, yes you smoked yourself retarded, or yes you're sure you haven't smoked yourself retarded?"
"Cam....yes. Now do me a favour and shut that thing off so we can smoke a few more bowls before Scott and I go drive some snakes out of the N*FW...like Saint Patrick did in Ireland."
"Rick...those snakes weren't snakes...it was a euphamism for pagans. Jeez, guy, history."
"Cam...do you want more of the good shit, or am I giving you the stuff Pitt drooled on?"
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Scott Leroux & Rick Dickulous d. Abaddon & Belphegor by submission when, as Dickulous and Belphegor were brawling on the outside, Abaddon got distracted by a red pentagram flashing up on the video wall, giving Leroux just enough time to roll him into the ankle lock.
Reynolds: "What the hell was that, Nicky?! I thought Japan practiced Shintoism!"
Hanson: "Are you...Christ, Jim. You know damn well what that was! The Dominion isn't finished with the Circle of Snakes! Can you try to be a little bit more PC?"
Reynolds: "Positively cool? I'm already at my peak, Nicky."
Hanson: "...Nevermind...."
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“Heeeeey, everyone! Alex Brody here, waiting to get a word with the one and only Shelley Silver.” The young woman gave a happy little bounce, flashing a bright grin as she stood in front of Shelley’s dressing room, suitcoat and business skirt flattering her figure perfectly. Turning to the door, she took a deep breath and knocked, hoping the woman wouldn’t terrify her as much as she did last time.
“Yes, I promise I will be there,” Shelley’s voice could be heard through the door before she opened it. “I’m in Japan right now, babe. I told you that I have a match tonight. Yeah, I don’t really care about it. Because it’s for a title match, and you know my stance on that right now,” she paused, opening the door seeing Alex then eyeing the camera. “Gotta go, backstage interview. See you tomorrow,” she ended her call. “Hey beautiful. What’s the occasion?” she put a bright smile on her face.
"Ms. Silver... Since being defeated by Apocalypta at Reckoning Day, you've been even more quiet than usual." Alex said, smiling but, as usual, also looking just a little intimidated by the other woman. "Now, you've got another shot at becoming number one contender, but you don't exactly look excited about it." She held the microphone out towards Shelley, going to get a reply.
Shelley rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Doesn’t anyone listen to me?” She sighed, looking down for a moment, “you know damn well I wasn’t defeated. Even the record books will attest to that. Had I beaten the so-called champion that you people have around here, I would have handed that pretty little accessory back to her.” She leaned against the doorway, “and the reason is simple.” She turned and looked directly into the camera, “wrestling titles are meaningless and they turn the so-called champions into pathetic, petty shells of the competitor that they once were, and I simply do no want a part of that anymore. Not here, nor anywhere else I choose to wrestle.” She stepped back into the room, ready to slam the door shut.
“W-Wait! Sh-Shelley!” Alex blurted out, looking ready to fall apart from nerves. “Please… I’m just doing my job…. Are you saying you’re backing out of the Five-Way tonight?”
Shelley shook her head, “it’s not your fault, sweetheart. I never back out of a match. I just really don’t care about titles right now. They’re pointless.” She shrugged and closed the door.
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Out in the parking lot area, we find Morgan Payne sitting on the hood of her rental Escalade, typing away on her phone. A girlishly cute smile on her face, vastly contrasting her usual tough girl attitude. After a moment, she raises the phone up and gives a small smile at the screen. Is she...taking a selfie? She hesitates, though, and takes off her hat after a moment of contemplating, brushing her hair behind one ear and resuming her grin where we finally hear the click of the camera. She goes back to typing, her smile turning shy and sheepish.
"Because clearly, this is how a pissed-off person prepares for a grudge match meant to avenge the honor of her bestie..." Marissa said in her typical deadpan, trying not to smirk as she walked over towards the other girl. "Better be careful, Mor - any more rage there and you might explode."
Morgan jumps, fumbling with her phone before catching it and looking at Marissa like she just got busted smoking pot in her bedroom. “Who, what, huh?! Oh.” She relaxes when she recognizes her friend’s mood and tucks her phone in her pocket. “Prep work’s already done, girlfriend! Cracked into half a six pack of Yeungling and a shot of Jameson to top it off. I am fucking LIT, BEYOTCH!!” She cups her hands around her mouth and leans back on the hood of her rental, letting out a “SKYOOOOOO!!” that echoes loudly throughout the parking lot.
Next, she hops down from the hood and stiffles a small belch. “Really, though. I’m good. I’mma show that hoe that you don’t just fuck with someone and not expect repercussions.” She lifts an arm and knocks fists with her childhood friend, practically the sister she never had. “How ‘bout you? You straight? Ready to pound some multi-ass tonight?”
"Yeah... I've been prepping all week for this. Take the strongest one out early, and whittle it down till only me and the weak link remains." Marissa said with a cold, calculating tone that, just for a moment, made it all too easy to remember who her mother is. "So.... dafuq were you doing, anyway?"
“Yeeeaaaaah! Get that strap!” She says in excitement for her friend. Excitement which turns to nervousness at the sudden change of subject. “What, me? Oh, uhh...nothin’!”
A brief pause makes it clear that Morgan is a *horrible* liar and her shoulders slump. “Arright, arright. But you can’t tell my Pops!” She says, hilariously wide eyed with a finger pointing at Marissa. “...I was textin’ Ryan.”
Marissa blinked at Morgan like she'd grown a second head right in front of her. "Oh, for..." she shook her head. "Babe, you really gotta get your priorities in order. I'm not even gonna go into the whole thing, because your dad's already speaking for me, to be honest. Just letting you know, if this guy hurts you even a tiny, slight bit... I'm gonna kick him so hard his jaw will spin around like Daffy Duck's bill when he gets shot."
Morgan rolled her eyes. “Mari, come ooooonnnnnnnn! You and Pops act like Ryan’s bad juju! Sure, he fights a little dirty.” She shrugs her shoulders. “So what? Pops fights dirty. He may fly off the wall here and there. Hell, so do I! That makes Ryan an’ me like cheese an’ crackers, or whatever the hell Tom Hanks said.”
She paused and cracked a thankful smile to Marissa, then. “I mean...don’t get me wrong. I’m glad yins’re thinkin’ about me an’ all. But...hell, if nothin’ else, give him a chance. He has his quirks, but he seems like a great guy. S’always treated me like a lady, at least. Yeah, imagine that. *Me*...a ‘lady’!”
"I am giving him a chance." Marissa said, face barely changing it's expression. "The fact that I haven't beaten the shit out of him yet shows that. Remember when that kid Mark asked you to senior prom? And I could tell he was a jackass? What happened? I kicked him in the dick right there on the spot and told him to stay the fuck away from you. So... for now? Ryan seems legit."
Morgan puffed her cheeks with an adorable frown. "Fair enough. You were right that time." She nods to her friend. "Ooh! I know!" She digs out her phone again and starts tapping on the screen to open the camera again before throwing an arm around Marissa. "Get in one with me! Guys love seeing their chick with their besties!" Morgan raises the camera and snaps another selfie. One of herself, giving her best pretty smile while Marissa just glowers at the camera in a silent warning.
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Cutting from ringside to backstage, the camera finds Erin Mercer sitting in the back locker room area. Already in her gear - themed red and black this time - with a sleeveless t-shirt baring simply, the mask of the late Big Van Vader on the front. A future shot of her back would reveal the late superstar’s catchphrase “It’s Vader Time” in bold red font. The rising female start also wears a black arm band with “R.I.P Big V”.
Contrary to her open mourning to a deceased hero, the girl’s green eyes widen hilariously at her phone screen as we hear a chaotic mix of screams and yelling, intermixed with John Carpenter’s Halloween music. “Hooooooly, crap! KID!” She belts out in the locker room. “Have you seen this trailer?!”
Hilariously, Kid Cthulu came RUNNING out of the showers, wearing only a towel around her body and another one wrapped around her head, other than her eyes, which were covered by sunglasses. "WHAT HAPPENED???" She squeaked, before realizing what Erin was asking her. ".....you screamed out for me. Mid-shower. FOR A TRAILER."
Ecstatically, Erin turned and lifted the phone so her new friend could see. “Not just ANY trailer. The new HALLOWEEN trailer!!!!” Then, she took a minute to notice what Kid Cthulhu was wearing - or lack thereof - and snickered. “Girl, you look like an X-rated Invisible Woman. You gonna wrestle in that, tonight?” Her snickering turned into playful laughter. “Ooh! You should wear this if you go on to face Apocalypta! She’ll be so distracted, you can beat her with a rollup!” Her laughter got so intense, the redhead ended up falling out of her seat and offscreen with a comical thud. “Ow, crap!”
A moment later, she popped up, working on composing herself.
"Laaaaaaaugh it up, Mercer. Laugh. It. Up." Cthulu said, sounding adorable even when trying to sound mad. Ducking back into the showers for a few moments, she came back out with black bicycle shorts on, with a matching sports bra and her mask. "The movie does look super cool though. Plus I'm pretty sure this one is 100% Rob Zombie-free, so we should be good."
Erin nodded. “Zombie should stick to music. This one’s being done by John Carpenter and - drum roll - Danny McBride. Combine this one with the new Predator movie that they dropped the trailer for, I am SET for movies this year!” She set her phone down so she could focus more on conversation.
“Well...I’d say this is where we could talk strategy going into our match but...I guess we’re not really on the same side in this one, huh?”
Cthulu sighed, and shook her head. "No... no we're not. But you know what? That's FINE. We aren't feuding or anything... it'll just be friendly competition. If one of us gets eliminated? We just cheer the other on. If it comes down to us?Maybe the best woman win."
Nodding as she spoke, she thought about her words for a moment before continuing. "We both want this. And I wanna show everyone that this sport doesn't have to be about bloodfeuds and rivalries. We can show them that."
Erin listened to her friend, nodding slowly as she took in the woman’s words. “You know what? You’re right. That whole thing about opponents having to hate each other’s guts in order to have a match?” She shook her head. “It’s bullshit. This is about letting those people out there see what they came to see. Just honest to god, great wrestling.” Something seemed to dawn on her then and she raised a finger to point to Cthulhu. “However. I will be *damned* if, even if I lose, if I’m letting Rosemary walk out of here with that win. She and I ain’t finished.”
"If her and Angel decide to gang up on you anymore.... you know I'll be there in a jiffy." In a jiffy? Was this girl for real? "In a way.... I almost hope I don't win, if we're being honest. I want to win... but, I'd like someone to take down Apocalypta. And if I win tonight.... I know deep down I can't take her. Not yet."
“Hey.” Erin put her hands on Cthulhu’s shoulders. “Stop that.” She said, kindly but firmly. “Doubting yourself is the first step to failure. You might not be the strongest girl among us. But you are one of the toughest bitches I have ever seen and you have the heart of a future champion! Sure, Apocalypta’s the biggest girl, but she’s not unstoppable.” Apocalypta wasn’t even so much a “big girl” as she was just terrifyingly strong. Able to pull off feats of a powerhouse style athlete with the agility and added technique of a junior. “Plus, who knows? There may be people who doubt your ability; but if you pull this off? I guarantee you may change the way certain people look at you.”
"Well... I guess we'll find out." The masked girl said with a nervous chuckle. "Anyway.... let's finish getting ready and just... get this all over with before nerves make me throw up in my mask."
Erin grimaces at the image in her mind before shaking her head and hanging an arm around her friend’s shoulder and walking back to the actual locker section of the room. “That’s...pretty gross, K.C....” She laughs. “C’mon.” As the shot cuts away to the next segment.
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Morgan Payne and Candi Broduer wrestled a gruelling contest that had Korakuen Hall emphatically "OHHHHH"ing and cringing at just about every stiff strike they threw at each other. After going to war with one another for 11:38, the referee was distracted when Max LeBrun threw a chair in for Candi to use. After the referee wrestled it out of her hands and tossed it to the floor, Morgan looked down at the chair, up at Candi and the ref, shrugged, and shoved the ref out of the way where she kicked Candi in the gut and went for the Dahntahn After Dark. Max, however, climbed up onto the apron, which causes Morgan to lose focus on the task at hand, allowing Candi to slip free. She then whipped Morgan around and planted her onto the chair with a facebuster, causing the ref to call for a DQ in Morgan's favor.
As Max and Candi left the ringisde area, heading up the ramp, Morgan sat up with her hand covering her forehead. Blood visibly trickling through her fingers as she gave a slightly unhinged smile at Candi, waving her other finger at her as if to say 'good one!'
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Buzzsaw & Crimson Sabre d. Grey/Wolfe by submission in 15:02 when Buzzsaw made Grey tap out to his new submission finisher, known as the DNR.
Hanson: "And ANOTHER victory for the Dominion of Pain over the Circle of Snakes!"
Reynolds: "I don't know whether to be happy or even more scared, Nicky. I'm not sure I want neither of these guys running amok. They all scare the shit out of me!"
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The camera fades in on the familiar, scorched, ashen ruins of what has become known as the Den. Panning across the floor, littered with burnt amd broken possessions of the Hive Mother, we come upon the woman herself, sitting cross legged at a small campfire made up of a pile of other old belongings. Things that Erin Mercer had previously destroyed during her “home invasion.”
At the fire, Rosemary sits with her ‘son’, Vincent Stone. The latter, whom sits rocking back and forth, holds his head in his hands. Muttering and whispering to himself. Meanwhile, Rosemary stares intently into the flames. In her lap, sits a small stack of photographs.
“Erin...Erin...Erin....” She says absent mindedly. “We tried to warn you.... We tried to give you a chance.... But you didn’t heed our words! You didn’t listen!” Her hands fidget anxiously together as she grows more agitated. “We told you...again and again...Stoney is happy here. He’s better now. Just look at what he has accomplished here in the New Frontier since he came under our wing. Our motherly wing. Like a sweet little birdie who came home to his mother’s nest. But you...ruined...EVERYTHING!!!!” The last word is practically a shriek as she slams her fists down onto her knees and jerks her head towards the camera, glaring right into the lens. Her sudden yelling makes Stone, beside her, flinch and Rosemary turns to him, frowning sympathetically and reaches out to stroke his arm. “Oh...we’re sorry sweetie....mommy’s sorry! We’re not angry at you.... It’s the one that hurt you that we want to hurt. That cruel, wicked little harlot who scrambled your brain!”
Vincent Stone looks up, from his hands. His face pained and anguished. “Why is she doing this, mother? What does she want with me?!”
Rosemary pouts and reaches up to pet his head. “Oh, honey. She wants the cruelest of all things...she wants to take you away from us. Because she knows it’d hurt us more than anything in the world! But we’re not going to let that happen. No, we’re not. We’re going to put an end to it...for good.” Rosemary turns back to the camera. “Which brings us to next week, little Erin. When the worlds of wrestling come together...into one violent collision. When they crash together. When worlds collide...WE will collide! For the final time! You see, tonight, we have a bigger goal to achieve. Tonight, we set out sights on becoming the next one to take on the imposter, where we will take her coveted Women’s Championship away. Where we will take what is rightfully ours! Now...we know you will be there. You will be there to try and stop us. Just like every other time...you will be in our way. But we will stop you. Yes, we will. You and the others that stand in our way, tonight. It is there, that we will begin to destroy you...we will begin...to pick you apart.” She reaches down and picks up one of the photographs off of her lap, raising it up to the camera. It’s a still image of Kid Cthulhu. The type that superstars typically sign for fans. “We’ll start with your new friend...the delusional child. You’ll watch us break her down...and she will fade.” Rosemary tears the photo down the middle and drops the pieces into the fire. The next picture is one of Marissa Payne. “Next...we know you are a fan of the Payne sisters. Oh, believe us...little Marissa...she will *definitely* feel pain, tonight!” She tears the image of Marissa in two and drops it into the fire. The next one, Rosemary picks up and looks at with a thoughtful expression, tilting her head. When she turns it towards the lens, it’s a still of Shelley Silver. “We suppose you can call this one collateral damage. A friend of your friends. We know, deep down, it will devastate you to see us leave her battered and broken.” Again, she rips it and tosses it into the flames.
Finally, she lifts the last image - one of Erin Mercer herself - and raises it up to the camera with a twisted smile. “And last...most certainly least...we come to you. You will leave the hall of Korakuen, this evening...beaten...and battered...but not broken...not yet. We will leave you in tact...just enough...so that you can meet us at When Worlds Collide...where we will finish our work. We will break you...we will finish you...and you will be left...among the ashes... where you will decay....” As she finishes her words, she holds the image of Erin over the flames that begin to lap away at the ends of the photo until it takes up the fire and begins to burn from the bottom up before Rosemary lets it all from her hold, “...decay...DECAY!!!!” She snaps at the end, cackling maniacally as the camera pans over to reveal a silent, third party...Angel, sitting on the opposite side of Rosemary, staring silently into the fire as static takes over the screen.
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*The camera catches Connor K as he's walking to the locker room area, pulling his spinner and sporting a pair of Beats over his ears.*
"Connor K? Tonight you go against the debuting Ryan Steele. How are you going to prepare for this match against someone you've never seen in action?" asks the interviewer off-camera.
"Man, I dunno. All I know is that I'm glad to be back in Japan. After tonight's match, I have a few weeks off and I'm going to visit some fam and maybe do a little shopping for my boys back home," Connor says as he pauses and takes off his sunglasses.
"Wait, you're from Japan? I didn't know that," the interviewer says again off-camera.
"Man, I got fam everywhere. Got some bruthas and sistahs over by Yokosuka, got another brutha over at Kadena, and some sistahs at Camp Courtney," Connor says, slightly irritated at the question.
"Oh...OHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I see what you mean. My mistake. Well, good luck tonight, Connor," the interviewer says as we hear him walking away as the camera zooms in on a confused Connor.
"Shit! I forgot I need to call my momma and let her know I'm here," Connor says as he runs off pulling his spinner and pulling a phone from his pocket as the camera fades to black.
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The camera fades in on Steven Brody sitting behind his desk. Beside him is a Japanese interpeter whom, as Brody begins speaking, translates his words for the Japanese audience.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen." He smiles, humbly. "As you may know, my name is Steven Brody and I am the owner and commissioner of New Frontier Wrestling. As a longtime fan of this sport, it is my personal goal to make this company the greatest wrestling promotion that the United States has ever seen. However...every good business man has his ambitions. And a good business man knows when to ally himself with potential competition. That is why the New Frontier has signed together with New Japan Professional Wrestling in an effort to bring you, the fans, the greatest wrestling in the *world*. Together, our respective rosters will act, as one. Competitively, and even in unision. Next week, our two promotions proudly bring to you our joint pay-per-view, when our rosters clash in When Worlds Collide. But before that, we bring you to our go-home show. We give you, the people in the Land of the Rising Sun, a taste of what our own superstars have to offer as competitors. We humbly thank you for welcoming us and giving us the opportunity to entertain you with our talent and we hope you enjoy tonight's show. So without further adue...."
Steven Brody leans forward over his desk with a small smirk. "Let us hear you scream...." We do a hard, sudden cut from there and---
~LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM!~
The N*FW intro video rolls before we cut to the inside of Korakuen Hall. This time, of course, the show is sans the opening pyro given the layout, but as usual, our commentary team is equally fired up.
Hanson: "GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING! WE ARE *LIVE* IN BUNKYO, TOKYO'S KORAKUEN HALL!!"
Reynolds: "KOOOOOOONNICHIWAAAAAAA!!!!!!! GENKI DESU KAAAAAAAAA!!!"
Hanson: "What are you doing?"
Reynolds: "Nani?"
Hanson: "Jim, what are you--? What the hell are you wearing?!"
Reynolds: "Nani itteru?"
Hanson: "Jim...why are you wearing hakama and haori?"
Reynolds: "We're in Japan, Nicky! I'm getting into the zone! Like my headband?"
Hanson: "You look like a middle aged, washed up Ralph Maccio. And you're probably offending everyone around us. Jerk."
Reynolds: "Fuck it, they can fight me."
Hanson: "Why do I even still work with you? Can I get Kevin Kelly over here?"
Reynolds: "Why Kevin? What about Don Callis?"
Hanson: "...I'd shoot myself."
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Ryan Steele and Connor K wrestled to an incredible 25 minute draw that had the Tokyo crowd on their feet, applauding them at the end.
Hanson: "A fantastic start to the show! I'm just bummed that we didn't see a victory. BUT! Who knows? Maybe we'll get to see these two go at it again!"
Reynolds: "That's the beauty that is N*FW!"
*As Steele leaves the ring, the ref helps Connor to his feet as the crowd reacts as from behind, Shingo Takagi and T-Hawk hit the ring in street clothes and begin a beatdown of Connor.*
Hanson: "WAIT A MINUTE!!!! THAT'S SHINGO TAKAGI AND T-HAWK!! WHAT ARE THEY DOING HERE?!"
Reynolds: "BEATS ME, NICKY! THESE GUYS AREN'T EVEN FROM NEW JAPAN!"
Hanson: "NO!! THEY WRESTLE FOR DRAGON GATE!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"
*The camera shifts for a moment to Steele to catch him watching the carnage in the ring before his gives a shrug and continues walking to the back.*
Reynolds: "Where's Ryan Steele going?! Get in there and help your boy!"
Hanson: "I wouldn't say his boy, but someone's gotta help him! This isn't right! These two are out of control!"
*Shingo throws the ref out of the ring and attacks the ring boys trying to get into the ring as T-Hawk picks Connor and whips him off the ropes and into a Pumping Bomber lariat from Shingo as T-Hawk takes his turn cleaning the ring of the ring boys. T-Hawk turns back to Shingo who picks up Connor in a fireman's carry before dropping him with the Last Falconry as the bell continues to ring. Shingo picks up Connor, who can barely stand at this point and passes him over to T-Hawk, who hoists him up into a reverse crucifix position over his head before turning it into a sitout driver called the Night Ride.*
Hanson: "Oh, this is crap! What are they doing this for?!"
Reynolds: "Butthurt? I mean we did sign with NJPW. Maybe they feel left out?"
Shingo and T-Hawk then stand on opposing turnbuckles and pose for the fans as "Wolfish Soldier" plays and the ring boys finally get in to check on Connor's condition. Shingo feints attacking again before giving a wry smirk as he and T-Hawk finally leave the ring.*
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*The camera shifts to another part of Korakuen Hall where we see Matt Klazzic walking in the back, before being stopped by one of the agents.*
"Excuse me? Can I help you?" asks the agent.
"Oh, you don't know me? I'm Matt Klazzic. I was just looking for someone to help me. I just saw the card for the next few weeks here in Japan and I'm not on any of the cards. This has to be some sort of mistake. Can you help me please?" Klazzic replies.
"Oh, I know who you are, sorry. I was just surprised to see you here since you're not booked for this tour and for the next few weeks after Japan," the agent says.
"What? This has to be a mistake. This is just a rib to get one over on me, isn't it?" Klazzic says to the agent who shows no change in his expression.
"I'm sorry Matt. I think based on your string of performances ever since you arrived, management's kinda soured on you and decided to leave you off the next string of shows so you can get yourself together," the agent says as he looks down on his iPhone.
"In other words, management has nothing for you. I'm sorry you had to travel all the way out here to find that out the hard way. But you're still free to visit in the back and maybe even make some visits at catering."
*Klazzic sighs softly and looks down for a moment before turning around and walking away.*
"So, what are you going to do now?" asks the agent as he watches Klazzic walk away.
*Klazzic stops and pauses for a moment.*
"Well, the institute where my instructor trained me is somewhere in Japan. Maybe I'll try to find it and train some more," Klazzic responds while keeping his back to the agent and the camera before continuing to walk away as the camera fades to black.
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*Rick Dickulous holds an ornate glass pipe in his hand, he carefully packs the bowl, sets it down, and lets out a large sigh. He turns to the camera*
"Doomsday....why, guy?"
*Rick shakes his head and picks up his pipe. He lights the bowl and draws in a large lung full of smoke, exhaling it into a thick white cloud*
"See, I was raised to respect my elders and all that, eh? But I was also raised to not take any shit...know what I mean, buddy?"
*Rick points at the camera with his pipe*
"You, sir? You crossed the line. I expected more from you, friend....I expected that you'd come at me face to face. I figured you'd try to intimidate me with....well...you."
*Rick takes another haul off his pipe, exhaling as he speaks*
"But, see, you didn't do that. Instead you decided to come on out like you own the place and stick your nose where it doesn't belong, eh? Well, I got a little news for you. I'm not afraid of you, and I'm sure you figured that out last week."
*Rick brings the pipe to his lips and takes one more pull, the contents making a popping sound as the bowl is emptied. He slowly exhales and nods, clearly in thought*
"Buddy, all I have to say to you is this: you're gonna need all your little snakes backing your ass up, because I know I have solid backup. I'm not gonna drag them into this though, eh...not unless you make that a thing. So, ball's in your court, guy. Is this an all out war, or is this just two guys lookin' ta settle a beef? If it's just you and I, friend, let's do it. If it's all out war, let's give'r."
*Rick sets his pipe back down and stares intently into the camera*
"Doomsday, guy? You don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of taking my - that's right, MY - Silver Mountain Championship. Every one of the little Rickamaniacs out there will say the same thing as me when you finally come to realize this: Sorry, not sorry."
*Rick pats the belt over his shoulder*
"To coin a phrase from an awesome movie, this is my precious. You, and all the snakes in the world won't take it from me, because unlike Indiana Jones, snakes don't bother me."
*The cameraman's voice can be heard*
"Uhhh, Rick, wasn't it Gollum who kept saying 'My Precious? Indiana Jones didn't say that..."
"No, Cam....he didn't. But he WAS afraid of snakes. Keep up, guy!"
"It's just that you went from talking about Lord of the Rings, and then made a weird seguay into Indiana Jones. Are you SURE you haven't smoked yourself retarded?"
*Rick thinks for a second*
"Yes, Cam. The answer is yes."
"Wait, yes you smoked yourself retarded, or yes you're sure you haven't smoked yourself retarded?"
"Cam....yes. Now do me a favour and shut that thing off so we can smoke a few more bowls before Scott and I go drive some snakes out of the N*FW...like Saint Patrick did in Ireland."
"Rick...those snakes weren't snakes...it was a euphamism for pagans. Jeez, guy, history."
"Cam...do you want more of the good shit, or am I giving you the stuff Pitt drooled on?"
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Scott Leroux & Rick Dickulous d. Abaddon & Belphegor by submission when, as Dickulous and Belphegor were brawling on the outside, Abaddon got distracted by a red pentagram flashing up on the video wall, giving Leroux just enough time to roll him into the ankle lock.
Reynolds: "What the hell was that, Nicky?! I thought Japan practiced Shintoism!"
Hanson: "Are you...Christ, Jim. You know damn well what that was! The Dominion isn't finished with the Circle of Snakes! Can you try to be a little bit more PC?"
Reynolds: "Positively cool? I'm already at my peak, Nicky."
Hanson: "...Nevermind...."
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“Heeeeey, everyone! Alex Brody here, waiting to get a word with the one and only Shelley Silver.” The young woman gave a happy little bounce, flashing a bright grin as she stood in front of Shelley’s dressing room, suitcoat and business skirt flattering her figure perfectly. Turning to the door, she took a deep breath and knocked, hoping the woman wouldn’t terrify her as much as she did last time.
“Yes, I promise I will be there,” Shelley’s voice could be heard through the door before she opened it. “I’m in Japan right now, babe. I told you that I have a match tonight. Yeah, I don’t really care about it. Because it’s for a title match, and you know my stance on that right now,” she paused, opening the door seeing Alex then eyeing the camera. “Gotta go, backstage interview. See you tomorrow,” she ended her call. “Hey beautiful. What’s the occasion?” she put a bright smile on her face.
"Ms. Silver... Since being defeated by Apocalypta at Reckoning Day, you've been even more quiet than usual." Alex said, smiling but, as usual, also looking just a little intimidated by the other woman. "Now, you've got another shot at becoming number one contender, but you don't exactly look excited about it." She held the microphone out towards Shelley, going to get a reply.
Shelley rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Doesn’t anyone listen to me?” She sighed, looking down for a moment, “you know damn well I wasn’t defeated. Even the record books will attest to that. Had I beaten the so-called champion that you people have around here, I would have handed that pretty little accessory back to her.” She leaned against the doorway, “and the reason is simple.” She turned and looked directly into the camera, “wrestling titles are meaningless and they turn the so-called champions into pathetic, petty shells of the competitor that they once were, and I simply do no want a part of that anymore. Not here, nor anywhere else I choose to wrestle.” She stepped back into the room, ready to slam the door shut.
“W-Wait! Sh-Shelley!” Alex blurted out, looking ready to fall apart from nerves. “Please… I’m just doing my job…. Are you saying you’re backing out of the Five-Way tonight?”
Shelley shook her head, “it’s not your fault, sweetheart. I never back out of a match. I just really don’t care about titles right now. They’re pointless.” She shrugged and closed the door.
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Out in the parking lot area, we find Morgan Payne sitting on the hood of her rental Escalade, typing away on her phone. A girlishly cute smile on her face, vastly contrasting her usual tough girl attitude. After a moment, she raises the phone up and gives a small smile at the screen. Is she...taking a selfie? She hesitates, though, and takes off her hat after a moment of contemplating, brushing her hair behind one ear and resuming her grin where we finally hear the click of the camera. She goes back to typing, her smile turning shy and sheepish.
"Because clearly, this is how a pissed-off person prepares for a grudge match meant to avenge the honor of her bestie..." Marissa said in her typical deadpan, trying not to smirk as she walked over towards the other girl. "Better be careful, Mor - any more rage there and you might explode."
Morgan jumps, fumbling with her phone before catching it and looking at Marissa like she just got busted smoking pot in her bedroom. “Who, what, huh?! Oh.” She relaxes when she recognizes her friend’s mood and tucks her phone in her pocket. “Prep work’s already done, girlfriend! Cracked into half a six pack of Yeungling and a shot of Jameson to top it off. I am fucking LIT, BEYOTCH!!” She cups her hands around her mouth and leans back on the hood of her rental, letting out a “SKYOOOOOO!!” that echoes loudly throughout the parking lot.
Next, she hops down from the hood and stiffles a small belch. “Really, though. I’m good. I’mma show that hoe that you don’t just fuck with someone and not expect repercussions.” She lifts an arm and knocks fists with her childhood friend, practically the sister she never had. “How ‘bout you? You straight? Ready to pound some multi-ass tonight?”
"Yeah... I've been prepping all week for this. Take the strongest one out early, and whittle it down till only me and the weak link remains." Marissa said with a cold, calculating tone that, just for a moment, made it all too easy to remember who her mother is. "So.... dafuq were you doing, anyway?"
“Yeeeaaaaah! Get that strap!” She says in excitement for her friend. Excitement which turns to nervousness at the sudden change of subject. “What, me? Oh, uhh...nothin’!”
A brief pause makes it clear that Morgan is a *horrible* liar and her shoulders slump. “Arright, arright. But you can’t tell my Pops!” She says, hilariously wide eyed with a finger pointing at Marissa. “...I was textin’ Ryan.”
Marissa blinked at Morgan like she'd grown a second head right in front of her. "Oh, for..." she shook her head. "Babe, you really gotta get your priorities in order. I'm not even gonna go into the whole thing, because your dad's already speaking for me, to be honest. Just letting you know, if this guy hurts you even a tiny, slight bit... I'm gonna kick him so hard his jaw will spin around like Daffy Duck's bill when he gets shot."
Morgan rolled her eyes. “Mari, come ooooonnnnnnnn! You and Pops act like Ryan’s bad juju! Sure, he fights a little dirty.” She shrugs her shoulders. “So what? Pops fights dirty. He may fly off the wall here and there. Hell, so do I! That makes Ryan an’ me like cheese an’ crackers, or whatever the hell Tom Hanks said.”
She paused and cracked a thankful smile to Marissa, then. “I mean...don’t get me wrong. I’m glad yins’re thinkin’ about me an’ all. But...hell, if nothin’ else, give him a chance. He has his quirks, but he seems like a great guy. S’always treated me like a lady, at least. Yeah, imagine that. *Me*...a ‘lady’!”
"I am giving him a chance." Marissa said, face barely changing it's expression. "The fact that I haven't beaten the shit out of him yet shows that. Remember when that kid Mark asked you to senior prom? And I could tell he was a jackass? What happened? I kicked him in the dick right there on the spot and told him to stay the fuck away from you. So... for now? Ryan seems legit."
Morgan puffed her cheeks with an adorable frown. "Fair enough. You were right that time." She nods to her friend. "Ooh! I know!" She digs out her phone again and starts tapping on the screen to open the camera again before throwing an arm around Marissa. "Get in one with me! Guys love seeing their chick with their besties!" Morgan raises the camera and snaps another selfie. One of herself, giving her best pretty smile while Marissa just glowers at the camera in a silent warning.
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Cutting from ringside to backstage, the camera finds Erin Mercer sitting in the back locker room area. Already in her gear - themed red and black this time - with a sleeveless t-shirt baring simply, the mask of the late Big Van Vader on the front. A future shot of her back would reveal the late superstar’s catchphrase “It’s Vader Time” in bold red font. The rising female start also wears a black arm band with “R.I.P Big V”.
Contrary to her open mourning to a deceased hero, the girl’s green eyes widen hilariously at her phone screen as we hear a chaotic mix of screams and yelling, intermixed with John Carpenter’s Halloween music. “Hooooooly, crap! KID!” She belts out in the locker room. “Have you seen this trailer?!”
Hilariously, Kid Cthulu came RUNNING out of the showers, wearing only a towel around her body and another one wrapped around her head, other than her eyes, which were covered by sunglasses. "WHAT HAPPENED???" She squeaked, before realizing what Erin was asking her. ".....you screamed out for me. Mid-shower. FOR A TRAILER."
Ecstatically, Erin turned and lifted the phone so her new friend could see. “Not just ANY trailer. The new HALLOWEEN trailer!!!!” Then, she took a minute to notice what Kid Cthulhu was wearing - or lack thereof - and snickered. “Girl, you look like an X-rated Invisible Woman. You gonna wrestle in that, tonight?” Her snickering turned into playful laughter. “Ooh! You should wear this if you go on to face Apocalypta! She’ll be so distracted, you can beat her with a rollup!” Her laughter got so intense, the redhead ended up falling out of her seat and offscreen with a comical thud. “Ow, crap!”
A moment later, she popped up, working on composing herself.
"Laaaaaaaugh it up, Mercer. Laugh. It. Up." Cthulu said, sounding adorable even when trying to sound mad. Ducking back into the showers for a few moments, she came back out with black bicycle shorts on, with a matching sports bra and her mask. "The movie does look super cool though. Plus I'm pretty sure this one is 100% Rob Zombie-free, so we should be good."
Erin nodded. “Zombie should stick to music. This one’s being done by John Carpenter and - drum roll - Danny McBride. Combine this one with the new Predator movie that they dropped the trailer for, I am SET for movies this year!” She set her phone down so she could focus more on conversation.
“Well...I’d say this is where we could talk strategy going into our match but...I guess we’re not really on the same side in this one, huh?”
Cthulu sighed, and shook her head. "No... no we're not. But you know what? That's FINE. We aren't feuding or anything... it'll just be friendly competition. If one of us gets eliminated? We just cheer the other on. If it comes down to us?Maybe the best woman win."
Nodding as she spoke, she thought about her words for a moment before continuing. "We both want this. And I wanna show everyone that this sport doesn't have to be about bloodfeuds and rivalries. We can show them that."
Erin listened to her friend, nodding slowly as she took in the woman’s words. “You know what? You’re right. That whole thing about opponents having to hate each other’s guts in order to have a match?” She shook her head. “It’s bullshit. This is about letting those people out there see what they came to see. Just honest to god, great wrestling.” Something seemed to dawn on her then and she raised a finger to point to Cthulhu. “However. I will be *damned* if, even if I lose, if I’m letting Rosemary walk out of here with that win. She and I ain’t finished.”
"If her and Angel decide to gang up on you anymore.... you know I'll be there in a jiffy." In a jiffy? Was this girl for real? "In a way.... I almost hope I don't win, if we're being honest. I want to win... but, I'd like someone to take down Apocalypta. And if I win tonight.... I know deep down I can't take her. Not yet."
“Hey.” Erin put her hands on Cthulhu’s shoulders. “Stop that.” She said, kindly but firmly. “Doubting yourself is the first step to failure. You might not be the strongest girl among us. But you are one of the toughest bitches I have ever seen and you have the heart of a future champion! Sure, Apocalypta’s the biggest girl, but she’s not unstoppable.” Apocalypta wasn’t even so much a “big girl” as she was just terrifyingly strong. Able to pull off feats of a powerhouse style athlete with the agility and added technique of a junior. “Plus, who knows? There may be people who doubt your ability; but if you pull this off? I guarantee you may change the way certain people look at you.”
"Well... I guess we'll find out." The masked girl said with a nervous chuckle. "Anyway.... let's finish getting ready and just... get this all over with before nerves make me throw up in my mask."
Erin grimaces at the image in her mind before shaking her head and hanging an arm around her friend’s shoulder and walking back to the actual locker section of the room. “That’s...pretty gross, K.C....” She laughs. “C’mon.” As the shot cuts away to the next segment.
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Morgan Payne and Candi Broduer wrestled a gruelling contest that had Korakuen Hall emphatically "OHHHHH"ing and cringing at just about every stiff strike they threw at each other. After going to war with one another for 11:38, the referee was distracted when Max LeBrun threw a chair in for Candi to use. After the referee wrestled it out of her hands and tossed it to the floor, Morgan looked down at the chair, up at Candi and the ref, shrugged, and shoved the ref out of the way where she kicked Candi in the gut and went for the Dahntahn After Dark. Max, however, climbed up onto the apron, which causes Morgan to lose focus on the task at hand, allowing Candi to slip free. She then whipped Morgan around and planted her onto the chair with a facebuster, causing the ref to call for a DQ in Morgan's favor.
As Max and Candi left the ringisde area, heading up the ramp, Morgan sat up with her hand covering her forehead. Blood visibly trickling through her fingers as she gave a slightly unhinged smile at Candi, waving her other finger at her as if to say 'good one!'
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Buzzsaw & Crimson Sabre d. Grey/Wolfe by submission in 15:02 when Buzzsaw made Grey tap out to his new submission finisher, known as the DNR.
Hanson: "And ANOTHER victory for the Dominion of Pain over the Circle of Snakes!"
Reynolds: "I don't know whether to be happy or even more scared, Nicky. I'm not sure I want neither of these guys running amok. They all scare the shit out of me!"
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The camera fades in on the familiar, scorched, ashen ruins of what has become known as the Den. Panning across the floor, littered with burnt amd broken possessions of the Hive Mother, we come upon the woman herself, sitting cross legged at a small campfire made up of a pile of other old belongings. Things that Erin Mercer had previously destroyed during her “home invasion.”
At the fire, Rosemary sits with her ‘son’, Vincent Stone. The latter, whom sits rocking back and forth, holds his head in his hands. Muttering and whispering to himself. Meanwhile, Rosemary stares intently into the flames. In her lap, sits a small stack of photographs.
“Erin...Erin...Erin....” She says absent mindedly. “We tried to warn you.... We tried to give you a chance.... But you didn’t heed our words! You didn’t listen!” Her hands fidget anxiously together as she grows more agitated. “We told you...again and again...Stoney is happy here. He’s better now. Just look at what he has accomplished here in the New Frontier since he came under our wing. Our motherly wing. Like a sweet little birdie who came home to his mother’s nest. But you...ruined...EVERYTHING!!!!” The last word is practically a shriek as she slams her fists down onto her knees and jerks her head towards the camera, glaring right into the lens. Her sudden yelling makes Stone, beside her, flinch and Rosemary turns to him, frowning sympathetically and reaches out to stroke his arm. “Oh...we’re sorry sweetie....mommy’s sorry! We’re not angry at you.... It’s the one that hurt you that we want to hurt. That cruel, wicked little harlot who scrambled your brain!”
Vincent Stone looks up, from his hands. His face pained and anguished. “Why is she doing this, mother? What does she want with me?!”
Rosemary pouts and reaches up to pet his head. “Oh, honey. She wants the cruelest of all things...she wants to take you away from us. Because she knows it’d hurt us more than anything in the world! But we’re not going to let that happen. No, we’re not. We’re going to put an end to it...for good.” Rosemary turns back to the camera. “Which brings us to next week, little Erin. When the worlds of wrestling come together...into one violent collision. When they crash together. When worlds collide...WE will collide! For the final time! You see, tonight, we have a bigger goal to achieve. Tonight, we set out sights on becoming the next one to take on the imposter, where we will take her coveted Women’s Championship away. Where we will take what is rightfully ours! Now...we know you will be there. You will be there to try and stop us. Just like every other time...you will be in our way. But we will stop you. Yes, we will. You and the others that stand in our way, tonight. It is there, that we will begin to destroy you...we will begin...to pick you apart.” She reaches down and picks up one of the photographs off of her lap, raising it up to the camera. It’s a still image of Kid Cthulhu. The type that superstars typically sign for fans. “We’ll start with your new friend...the delusional child. You’ll watch us break her down...and she will fade.” Rosemary tears the photo down the middle and drops the pieces into the fire. The next picture is one of Marissa Payne. “Next...we know you are a fan of the Payne sisters. Oh, believe us...little Marissa...she will *definitely* feel pain, tonight!” She tears the image of Marissa in two and drops it into the fire. The next one, Rosemary picks up and looks at with a thoughtful expression, tilting her head. When she turns it towards the lens, it’s a still of Shelley Silver. “We suppose you can call this one collateral damage. A friend of your friends. We know, deep down, it will devastate you to see us leave her battered and broken.” Again, she rips it and tosses it into the flames.
Finally, she lifts the last image - one of Erin Mercer herself - and raises it up to the camera with a twisted smile. “And last...most certainly least...we come to you. You will leave the hall of Korakuen, this evening...beaten...and battered...but not broken...not yet. We will leave you in tact...just enough...so that you can meet us at When Worlds Collide...where we will finish our work. We will break you...we will finish you...and you will be left...among the ashes... where you will decay....” As she finishes her words, she holds the image of Erin over the flames that begin to lap away at the ends of the photo until it takes up the fire and begins to burn from the bottom up before Rosemary lets it all from her hold, “...decay...DECAY!!!!” She snaps at the end, cackling maniacally as the camera pans over to reveal a silent, third party...Angel, sitting on the opposite side of Rosemary, staring silently into the fire as static takes over the screen.
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The scene opens we hear the video playing soft classic opera & we see a big white mansion sitting on a hill as the shot passes we see several really nice expensive cars in the driveway, camera zooms through an open door and see a man sitting in a chair with a pipe in his mouth... " Oh Hello" the man says who turns around revealing himself to be Clarence Fletcher Townsend with his woman Victoria Emmerson by his side who is leaning against the arm of the chair and we hear Classical music such as Bach or Beethoven in the background... " I have a challenge for you ingrates and lowlifes that are below me... " As he continues he brings out a briefcase.. " Here i have a briefcase that has one million dollars in it..." He stops and Victoria speaks in a very eloquent tone ....."We will give one million dollars to the guy who can beat my man in the ring... " she continues. "Its simple, you win you get a million dollars, you lose you get nothing but a reality check and that you are nothing but a loser " Clarence adds. " I'm not gonna go easy on you whatsoever, you are literally gonna earn ever dollar in the case"....
And I call this "Townsend's Million Dollar Challenge"... "And it starts now...."
The camera zooms away as the scene closes.
And I call this "Townsend's Million Dollar Challenge"... "And it starts now...."
The camera zooms away as the scene closes.
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Erin Mercer won the five-way by pinfall in 15:18 when, as Shelley and Marissa were beating the hell out of each other on the outside, and Rosemary was on the mat grappling with Erin, Cthulu charged out of the corner, surprising Rosemary with a sudden Call of Cthulu before tumbling out of the ring, letting Erin roll Rosemary up for the pin.
Hanson: "WE HAVE A NEW #1 CONTENDER, JIMMY!"
As "Wish I Had An Angel" by Nightwish BLASTED throughout the arena, Erin shot up into a sitting position. Hands over her mouth as tears of disbelief ran down her face as she watched Kid Cthulhu standing outside the ring. Sliding out under the ropes, Erin walked up and opened her arms, mouthing to Cthulhu in question as to why she didn't take the opportunity for herself. Kid Cthulhu's only response was hugging her friend and telling her 'this is your moment. Yours!' While the friends hugged again, the crowd reacted as Angel came RUNNING from the back and hit Kid Cthulhu with a forearm from behind, knocking her down and causing Erin to stagger. Before Erin could catch her footing, Rosemary slipped out of the ring behind her and whipped her into the steel barricade.
Hanson: "Oh come on, enough is enough!"
Reynolds: "Can you blame her for being a little pissed?"
Hanson: "I get that, but this is bad sportsmanship to a T!"
As Rosemary and Angel worked on Kid Cthulhu and Erin Mercer, Vincent Stone walked down to join the Sisters of Sin at ringside, dressed in black street clothes and his face paint. He looked on emotionlessly as the Hive Mother kicked and stomped his former friend and her colleague.
Hanson: "Can someone please stop this?!"
To the shock of the crowd, the lights suddenly flickered before dimming out completely.
Hanson: "What the...?"
Reynolds: "What did you do, Nicky?!"
Hanson: "I didn't do anything, Ji--"
Hanson was cut off, then, by the sudden interruption in the form of Ghost's "Faith" playing through Korakuen Hall.
Hanson: "What in the world?!"
Reynolds: "Ohhhhh, FUCK!! LET'S GET OUTTA HERE, NICKY!!"
Hanson: "And where are we gonna run to?! There's one way out of here and look who's coming down that way!"
As the lyrics began on the song, the Dominion of Pain's Doomsday came storming from the back and towards the ring. Right passed the three commentary tables of Hanson & Reynolds, Kelly & Callis and the NJPW team.
Reynolds: "Don't look him in the eyes, Nicky!"
Hanson: "I don't think he wants us, Jim. I'm not sure what he *does* want, though!"
Everyone soon got their answer, though, as Doomsday reached the ring and picked his pace up into a sprint around the side of it. The giant of a man, propelling himself off of the steel steps, into the air...and coming down with a savage punch to the side of Vincent Stone's head!
Hanson: "OH MY GOD!!! HE'S AFTER STONE!!! BUT WHY?!"
Reynolds: "I THOUGHT HE WAS AFTER THE SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPIONSHIP!!"
Hanson: "I GUESS NOT!!"
As the Sister of Sin and the rest of the Fatal 5 Way contenders looked on, Doomsday lifted Vincent Stone up by the throat before setting him up for what looked like his old Mushroom Cloud powerbomb.
Hanson: "Oh no. No no no no! Not outside the ring! He's gonna kill him!"
As an even greater shock, however, Doomsday turned with Stone on his shoulders and followed through with the move, driving him against the ring apron.
Hanson & Reynolds: "OHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Reynolds: "DID YOU HEAR THAT IMPACT?!"
Hanson: "I HOPE THERE'S NO PERMANENT DAMAGE! I DON'T CARE WHO THE GUY IS!"
Referees, security and Steven Brody himself came running from the back to assess the situation. While the referees attended to Vincent Stone writhing on the floor, security formed a wall between he and Doomsday while Steven Brody attempted to get as much as up into the big man's face as possible.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! HUH?! WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?!?!" Brody yelled up at the enormous monster. Doomsday simply ran his hand through his hair, clearing his vision as he stared down at Brody...then looked to Vincent Stone...before brushing passed the Commissioner and calmly walking towards the back.
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The camera cuts quickly to Scott Leroux, standing outside of the Great White North's locker room. The N*FW World Title slung proudly on his shoulder, a cocky grin etched confidently on his face. "Hello, Japan.... Scott Leroux here, on behalf of N*FW and the Great White North. Seems to me that next week, I'm gonna be representing this fine promotion in a battle of sorts against New Japan Pro Wrestling. But... see... something doesn't sound RIGHT about this."
He dramatically scratched his chin, pausing for a moment.
"This is supposed to be co-promoted... yet, I'M the one who travelled to another country, and I'M the one putting his title on the line. Somehow this doesn't seem fair, wouldn't you say so, "Rainmaker"?" He asked, saying the IWGP Heavyweight Champion's nickname in an almost mocking tone.
"Kazuchika Okada? Here's where you man up and show the world that I'm not the only one here with a set of balls. Next week, at When Worlds Collide, I'm laying the challenge down right now: N*FW World Heavyweight vs. IWGP Heavyweight Title - winner takes all."
He pauses for a moment, before giving a cocky little pose with his title belt.
"Come on, Okada... let's BOTH put it all on the line. Champion... vs... Champion."
Reynolds: "Did he just do what I think he did, Nicky?!"
Hanson: "He just issued a return challenge to the IWGP Champion! Belt for belt!"
Reynolds: "Is Okada gonna accept?!"
Hanson: "I'd be lying if I said I didn't hope so! Can you imagine those stakes?!"
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The camera fades in on a pair of hands. One, already wrapped in tape on the wrist, slowly wraps the opposite hand itself like that of a fighter’s. From the bleeding Jesus and weeping Mary tattoo on the chest of the individual, sitting in a chair, we immediately recognize the man as being Nico Salvatore.
Slowly, the camera pans up to show the man focused intently on his hands, chewing idly on piece of gum. When he looks up and notices the camera, he pops his eyebrows up briefly in a careless form of greeting. “So...I got something I felt like I should get off my chest, lately.” Finishing up with the taping of his right fist, he stays leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looks down at his hands, bringing them together. “A lot of people...don’t like me around here.”
He lifts his eyes to the camera. “And, I’m cool with that....” He shrugs his shoulders. “I really don’t care. I couldn’t care less what anybody around this company thinks of me.” He cracks his gum. “I didn’t come here to make friends. I didn’t come here to be part of a team. I came here for one reason—“ he raises his index finger, “—and one reason only. To kick ass, win matches, and prove that I’m the baddest motherfucker to ever lace up a pair of wrestling boots.”
Nico leans back into his chair, never taking his eyes off of the camera. “And I’ve been doing exactly that since I walked down to that ring—“ he points off to the side, “—and wrestled my first match. Now, it ended in a draw. That’s true. But something else about that match is that I was the one who put *everything* out there. I left it all out there on the mat!”
He lowers his arm, folding his hands together. “Tyson Law and I shared something in common. We didn’t wanna settle on a draw. We wanted to know who was the better man out of the two of us. And at Reckoning Day, the world got their answer.” He jerks his thumb to himself. “*I* am the better man! I proved that, Tyson, by beating your ass one on one in my home town! I did it all while getting booed by all of those idiots sitting there on their fat asses, wishing they could do what we do. That they could do what *I* do! But you couldn’t let that sit. You needed to take me on again. You wanted a victory over me. And you know what, Tyson? I understand that. I *completely* understand.... But last week...two weeks after our match at the Garden...you showed me something else. You showed me what a punk bitch you *really* are, that you couldn’t beat me on your own. You needed some grilled cheese face motherfucker to come in and lend you a little hand by laying me out while the ref was down! So, I want you to take that victory of yours and let it sit in your gut while you continue to wonder, ‘could I have done it without help? Could I have done it on my own?!’”
Nico scratches his nose as he pauses to contemplate his next words. His eyes narrow at the camera. “Which brings me to you - Max LeBrun. You think I don’t know anything about you? I watched you, paisano, when I was still learning the game! I watched you get that scar on your face that would have made other wrestlers hang up the boots and say ‘to hell with this shit’! But let’s not talk about the past, let’s talk about the present. Let’s talk about two weeks ago, when you and your little fuckboy Julian, came out and helped Tyson lay me out and welcome him into your little group of pussies.”
He chuckles and raises his hands in admittance. “I got thick skin, okay? You wanna talk shit about me? You can do so all day long. Call me names, make fun of the way I look - I mean...not that anyone would; look at me.” He opens his arms out, allowing viewers ‘the full view’. He, then, leans forward again. “But you wanna know where you fucked up? When you decided to bring my *family* into it. Chalking up *my* success and *my* hard work to my family’s reputation. To my father’s reputation! He taught me the basics. He taught me how to run the ropes. But *I* got myself to where I am today. *I* climbed the ladder BY MYSELF!!”
Fuming now, Nico straightens in his seat. “Everything that I’ve achieved since I set foot into a ring my first time, *I* earned it! My family name never earned me shit! *I* did! And if you wanna doubt that, f’nuc, you are in for the rudest awakening of your fucking LIFE! Because when we step into that ring, tonight, I’m gonna open your eyes, Max. I’m gonna slap you in your big mouth, so fucking hard, you’re gonna be lying there on the mat, realizing that you pissed off the wrong guy. You went toe to toe with the best in the business and got schooled properly on how to take an ass whuppin’. And if you wanna bring your little “possé” with you - if you wanna bring The Retards along - go right ahead! They can take notes as they watch their boy get beat like a bitch in front of Korakuen Hall and all of those people sitting out there are gonna get a real good look, at the true ace of New Frontier Wrestling while you and yours realize that this...is...Nico’s - Fucking - World...!”
The camera fades out with the man staring hard into the camera, giving a final, cocky smirk, before the shot fades to black, completely.
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Max LeBrun and Nico Salvatore wrestled a mere 5:08 before foul play got involved. The instance starting when Tyson Law began taunting Nico from the commentary table. With Nico distracted, Julian Morrison slid into the ring and came from behind with a low blow, causing the referee to call for a DQ. Here, Tyson Law tossed his headset aside and he and Candi joined the other two Renegades in the ring where a four on one beatdown began.
Hanson: "What was the point of even having the match if they planned this all along?!"
As the crowd jeered on, a routine we'd all seen before ensued. Julian Morrison picked Nico up onto his feet and dropped him with the Downward Spiral. Tyson Law then picked him up by his wrist and delivered the Lawbreaker. Next, however, Max got Candi's attention and gestured to the top turnbuckle. From there, Candi climbed up and delivered a Benoit-esque diving headbutt before Max picked him up off of the mat and ended the assault with the Aneurysm.
Next, Max grabbed a micrphone and stood with the Renegades in the center of the ring over their victim. "Tick, tock! Tick, tock! Once again...a punk bitch gets rocked!" He leaned over Nico then. "I know you're probably wondering, Nico...and yeah, I heard you Hanson. This *WAS* planned! Because I'm not gonna waste my energy on a spoon fed, second generation piece of shit like this! I -- *WE* -- want actual competition! We want opponents who actually deserve to stand in the spotlight! And frankly, Nico? You just don't match up." He looked down at the man again, kicking his hand away as Nico reached for his boot to pick himself up. "You're just an example...an example being made...to all of the guys in the back who are either holding onto their former glory, or trying to pass it down as freebies to their fucking kids! Listen very closely, because the Renegades are coming for ALL of you! And if we can't run you out of New Frontier Wrestling...then we will burn this motherfucker DOWN!"
Max tossed the mic over his head as Hollywood Undead's "Renegade" picked up over the speakers and the Renegades exited the ring, departing to the back.
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The main event for the N*FW Women's Championship started off well enough. A great display of agility vs power as Lara Blackheart and Apocalypta almost immediately got the crowd on their feet. Before long, however, Lara's confidence and usual behavior as seen in her other matches, seemed to strike a nerve with the Women's Champion. Despite the size advantage being against her, Lara initiated a strike-off with Apocalypta, goading her for a return shot after each hit of her own. Even Apocalypta began to show signs of being rocked from the smaller woman's elbows and chops across her chest and jaw but was growing increasingly angrier the more Lara told her to bring it. It all culminated when Apocalypta finally returned one of Lara's shots with a blatant punch to the face.
Hanson: "OHH MAN!!!"
Reynolds: "Even I know that's not right!"
It didn't stop there, however, as Apocalypta mounted Lara on the mat and began raining down MMA style fists and elbows on the girl as she tried to cover up. As the referee tried to pull her off, the Champion shoved the official away and continued her assault. The referee immediately signaled for the bell.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that Apocalypta has been disqualified! Therefore, the winner of this match, is Lara Blackheart! As per the rules, however, a disqualification will not cause the championship to change hands!"
While this was being announced, Apocalypta continued her wild rampage on Lara until LeeAnn Viskan, whom had joined Lara in her corner, climbed into the ring, ran up and shoved Apocalypta with enough force to knock her off. The retired woman then came to stand between the two women, rage evident on her face, as she yelled. "ENOUGH, ADRIANNA!!!!!"
Reynolds: "Nicky, is LeeAnn Viskan sure she wants to do this?"
Hanson: "I...oh god, be careful Mrs. Payne."
To the shock of the crowd, then, Apocalypta took her rage out on the older woman before her, swinging for an elbow strike...and missing as LeeAnn Viskan moved with a quickness that most might have forgotten she still had. Apocalypta stumbled as LeeAnn ended up behind her and immediately pounced, wrapping her arms around the woman's throat in a rear naked chokehold. Korakuen Hall, at least the fans who were familiar with Viskan's career, went...absolutely...NUTS!!
Hanson: "SHE'S GOT HER!!!! LEEANN'S GOT HER IN A SUBMISSION!"
Reynolds: "Nicky, this woman is a fucking submission GODDESS!!!!"
Apocalypta struggled against the hold for only a moment before the integrity of it caused her to slump to one knee rather quickly before LeeAnn pulled her back and put them both on their sides. Apocalypta's hands grabbed and clawed at the woman's arms, trying to break free of the hold. It was a fruitless effort, though. However, it soon became apparent that LeeAnn wasn't trying to render the woman unconcious; rather, she seemed to just be keeping her under control as she pressed her lips to the girl's ear and began to visibly speak inaudibly.
Reynolds: "Why isn't she out yet?!"
Hanson: "I don't think she wants her out, Jim. Look...."
Reynolds: "What's she saying?"
Hanson: "I...I don't know...."
Whatever it was that LeeAnn was whispering to Apocalypta, the champs struggle to get free began to slowly subside. Only then, did LeeAnn finally let her go after placing a kiss to the back of her head. There, Apocalypta rolled over on the mat, face down with her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking.
Hanson: "Jim, what...what the hell? Is she...?"
Confirming what Hanson didn't finish saying, the camera closed in on Apocalypta where she could be heard, sobbing heavily as LeeAnn moved to help Lara to her feet. The older woman also keeping Lara from moving in to continue the fight. Even Lara, then, seemed to notice a change as her face softened and LeeAnn gestured for her for them to leave. As the two departed, Apocalypta rolled under the ropes and sat up on the apron with one hand over her mouth. Visible tears trickling down her paint smeared face. Hesitantly, the referee brought her the Women's Championship which ended up being placed on the apron beside Apocalypta as she closed her eyes and continued to silently sob...and the cameras faded to black....
