Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Aug 6, 2019 13:27:40 GMT -8
The arena lights up with the opening pyro display. The camera sweeps across the screaming audience as “Like A Shot” continues to rock the building. The crowd holds up their signs, as they prepare for the latest live episode.
NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!
AVE SATANAS!
JOIN THE RESISTANCE!
BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!
WE SHALL CALL HER MINI-BEAST...INCARNATE!
THE MANGLER RETURNS!
HELLRAISER - RAISE SOME HELL!
CH-CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB!
At the announce table, Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino welcome the viewers from home.
HANSON
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to New Frontier Wrestling! This! Is! Tuesday night Collision! How’s it going Miranda?”
Miranda suddenly gets extremely animated at the table. Talking loudly, waving her hands around.
AUGUSTINO
“Estoy genial, gracias por preguntar, Nick! ¡Bienvenidos al espectáculo, perras! ¡Estamos aquí en Indianápolis, a una semana de Motor City Mayhem! Las cosas se pusieron bastante locas la semana pasada. Esperamos que se vuelvan aún más locos la próxima semana, pero esta noche, ¡todo se trata de los momentos finales antes de llegar a Detroit, Michigan! Estoy emocionado como la mierda! ¿Y tú, Nick?”
Nick Hanson just sits there and stares at Miranda with a dumbfounded look on his face that makes it seem like his brain exploded in his head. Miranda looks back at him, and laughs.
AUGUSTINO
“HAH!! Just kidding, Nick. What’s up, bitches?! Who’s ready some wrestling? I sure as fuck am!”
HANSON
“Absolutely, Miranda! It’s our go home episode before Motor City Mayhem, next week in Detroit! Tonight is the final lead up to what’s been growing into a highly anticipated event. We’ve got two contract signings. Our Television Champions, as always, will defend their titles tonight when Eavan Maloney takes on Lluvia Cane from The Kingdom and Wyld Stallion meets Nightcrawler of The Frightners. Our main event: a six-man tag match between the Dominion of Pain and the Resistance. More on that later. Also, stay tuned for the latest episode of Sitout. My guest this week was none other than William “The Mangler” Mannheim. You don’t wanna miss this one, and we’ll also be seeing The Mangler in singles action, tonight. He takes on the Hellraiser, Jason Goodnight. We’ve got that and so much more in store! Let’s get this show underway!”
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[Match #1. Singles - Mary Kennedy v. Aurora Riley]
The lights go out as the fans begin cheering. A simple Piano riff begins, as the screen comes on flickering. An older Man’s voice begins speaking over the system, as a woman is raised on her knee. The man’s voice speaks a powerful message.
“I am the future…”
As the woman comes up and the lightning behind her on the screen continues to flicker. She has a microphone in her hand looking out at the crowd as the drums for “We are the Others” begins playing.
“And my future begins NOW!”
She slams her gloved fists together as she drops the microphone. Aurora smiles as she waves to the crowd skipping her way down, stopping at the bottom putting her arm in the air.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! Residing in Vancouver, British Columbia! AURORA...RILEY!!”
The lights go out again, and purple and yellow lasers shine into the ring. Aurora climbs under the bottom rope, sitting on the midpoint for all 4. She looks up at the referee smiling as she backs into her corner.
The Super Mario Bros Theme Song Remix begins to play and a few moments later, Mary Williams walks out onto the stage with a plastic smile on her face, giving a beauty pageant wave to the crowd before bouncing a few times in place and running down the ramp, to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, the momentum taking her to the center of the ring. She does a push-up and walks to her hands before bouncing up, just as you can hear Mario's voice saying "Let's a-go!".
AUGUSTINO
“Her opponent! From Oak Park, Illinois... She's one third of the Skillz Vendorz! It's Mary... Kennedy!”
The music fades out as she gets ready for the match.
~DING DING DING~
Aurora and Mary are in the ring as the ref calls for the bell. The two women circle the ring for a moment before locking up. Mary though is quick to break it, going behind Aurora and putting her into a waist lock. Aurora reverses it though into a headlock. She wrenches on the head as Mary backs into the ropes and pushes Aurora off of her. Aurora comes off the ropes and leaps over Mary who drops to the mat to try and trip her up. Aurora hits the ropes again and this time Mary leap frogs over her. Aurora hits the ropes one more time and this time, she’s met with a standing dropkick by Mary. Mary picks Aurora up to her feet and sends her into the corner. Aurora hits the corner and Mary charges in, delivering a handspring back elbow. She snapmares Aurora out of the corner and climbs to the middle turnbuckle where she launches herself and delivers a senton splash. She immediately goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Mary picks Aurora up and tries to send her into the ropes, but Aurora is able to counter it and send Mary into the ropes. Mary comes off the ropes and Aurora is able to connect with a rolling elbow that stuns Mary long enough for Aurora to deliver a double underhook suplex. Aurora climbs to the top rope and waits for Mary to make it up to her feet. Once Mary is finally up, Aurora launches herself, taking her down with a crossbody and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Aurora picks Mary up and sends her into the corner. Aurora comes charging in and looks to deliver a handspring stinger splash, but Mary moves out of the way at the last moment causing her opponent to crash head first into the top turnbuckle. Mary grabs Aurora and brings her up to the top rope. Mary climbs up behind her and leaps on top of Aurora and delivers a reverse frankensteiner. She follows the move up with a standing shooting star kneedrop right to the mid section of Aurora driving the wind out of her. Mary though keeps her foot on the peddle as she picks Aurora up and delivers a kick to the midsection doubling her opponent over before hitting the ropes and delivering a scissors kick to the back of the neck of Aurora. Mary immediately climbs to the top rope and delivers a 450 splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Mary picks Aurora up and signals for the Heads Up as she grabs Aurora by the head and looks to deliver her finishing move, but Aurora is able to get out and send Mary into the ropes. Aurora telegraphs a back drop and Mary does a split before delivering an uppercut to her opponent that staggers her. Mary once again grabs Aurora by the head and this time drops her with Heads Up and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner! MARY...KENNEDY!!”
HANSON
“Not a bad performance by either competitor but Mary Kennedy gets the win tonight, folks! She’s been asking for some action in the ring and she came ready to fight! Kudos to her!”
Winner: Mary Kennedy
Result: Pinfall
Time: 11:56
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Following the opening match, the camera focuses on the commentary table with Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino. Turning towards the camera, Miranda sits back as Nick addresses the viewers.
“Hell of an opener, ladies and gentlemen! Now, it’s time for another edition of Sitout Interview. If you’ve never watched it before, this is where I sit down with members of the roster before the show and try to pick their brains. Help some of our newer fans get to know who they are. This week, I had the privilege of sitting down with one of NFW’s longest tenured superstars. A man that has cemented his name and legacy with this company. He’s a former NFW World Champion, former NFW Tag Team Champion. He’s had some of the bloodiest battles with longtime rival, The King of Pain, Judas Lasher. One half of the Army of Darkness. Folks, I’m talking about the one, the only, William “The Mangler” Mannheim. Check it out.”
The camera cuts to the Sitout Interview room. Nick Hanson sits in his usual chair and the towering, William Mannheim sits on the couch, practically taking up one and a half cushions as he sits comfortably. Nick’s wearing a different suit, as these interviews are recorded on Monday.
“Mr. Mannheim! How are you?” Nick greets the man with a smile, leaning forward with his hand out.
“Nick, thanks for having me.” William Mannheim reaches out and shakes Nick’s hand. While Mannheim’s not exactly the broadest of giants, his hand looks enormous compared to Nick Hanson’s.
Nick Hanson sits back in his chair and checks his sheet. “Thanks for taking the time! So, getting right down to brass tacks - no pun intended.”
Mannheim laughs at the remark and raises his eyebrows at the camera. Fans know he has a history with those things.
Continuing, Nick Hanson gets right to the questions, “So tell me, how did you get into the professional wrestling business?”
"Like a lot of people in this business, Nick, I was enthralled with it as a child. I grew up back in the 70s watching guys like Bruno Sammartino, The Briscoes, Arn Anderson, The Sheik, Terry Funk....rest his soul, Harley Race...all the tough sons o' bitches you didn't wanna mess with. Being the biggest kid growing up, I was always sticking up for my friends when the bigger kids came around - hell, I even beat up more than my fair share of older brothers - and I don't think I would've done it if it wasn't for those guys I mentioned. I mean, those guys were my fucking idols, Nick...I wanted to be just like them."
Mannheim looks to his right and notices a bottle of water and gestures at it.
"Is this for me?"
Nick Hanson nods.
"Yes, of course, Mr. Mannheim."
"Relax, Nick. We should be on a first name basis here...this is a relaxed, casual sitdown. Call me William. Also, thanks for this..."
He picks up the water bottle and cracks the lid, drawing a mouthful and replacing the cap.
"So, I started learning their moves: the Texas Piledriver, the Sleeper Hold, the Snap DDT, the Spinebuster, the Figure Four, and yes, even the Camel Clutch...and I used them...and they worked."
"My dad was in the army when I was growing up, and he learned a bunch of hand to hand combat techniques in Vietnam from some South Vietnamese guys - when he found out I was fighting and using wrestling moves I'd seen, he started teaching me a lot of grappling and groundwork. He told me the smartest way to win a fight is to control your opponent, so that means you have to know what your opponent will do before they know what they're gonna do. But, that was always so goddamn hard for me."
"He signed me up for Karate, because that was the craze at that time, and that got me into other fighting styles by going to open tournaments and seeing what these other guys knew. That then led me into bodybuilding, because, I figured, if I couldn't think three steps ahead, I'd learn how to overpower. I was in my pre-teens by this time, so it made sense in my adolescent mind to just be stronger."
"Well, skip ahead a few years to when I was 15 and I was doing my shitty summer job cleaning pools, when I ended up getting sent to the house of none other than Jack Tunney, who was the owner and promoter of Maple Leaf Wrestling in the early to mid eighties. Mr. Tunney took one look at me when I showed up and his eyes went as bright as fireworks. Needless to say, his pool wasn't cleaned that day...instead he showed me all the wrestling memorabilia, took me on a tour of his house, and then he asked me the question I'll never forget."
""William..." he said, "...how would you like to come and train with my people? How would you like something like this to be yours?" And I said the only thing I could...simply: "Yes, sir.""
"I never did wrestle for him, since Maple Leaf Wrestling closed its doors...but that was my first taste, and I knew I didn't want to go back to cleaning shitty pools for rich cocksuckers who didn't give a shit about me."
This whole time, Nick Hanson sits there, intrigued as Mannheim tells his story. When he finishes, the man nods. “That is one hell of a beginning, Mr. Mannheim -- excuse me, William. So that was your start and then, as most know, you came into the business with a head full of steam. Did you think you would ever reach the status of fame you have today?”
"Truthfully, Nick, when I finally actually started out, the roster was full of the late 90s and early 2000s angsty aggression that was rampant in wrestling at the time. I felt like a cow being led to slaughter, if you will, and that's when I realized I had to find a way out of that line; a way out of the meat grinder that was professional wrestling's curtain jerking and midcard scene. Don't get me wrong, a lot of those guys have amazing work ethic, and they're the realest bunch of guys - then and now - that you'd ever wanna work with."
Mannheim unscrews the cap of his water bottle and takes a drink. Bottle still in hand, he points to Nick Hanson.
"It's kinda like you and Miranda on commentary. See, you both do the job the way it's supposed to be done, and I applaud that shit...it can't be easy calling the matches for the TV audience. When Jim was there? Jim knew there was more - he knew there was something else, or somewhere else he needed to be, and it showed. I'm not putting him down, either...because I know that feeling."
He screws the cap back onto the bottle.
"He's taken that leap from calling matches, to managing a stable - not just a single superstar...and I give him credit. I think he may have made a bad decision...put his money on the wrong horse...but that's my opinion, and opinions are like assholes, Nick, everybody's got one."
"But, I digress. In honesty, when I finally started getting thrown a fucking bone by management, I knew I'd made that leap out of the slaughter line. What I didn't know was that I'd simply sidestepped into a different one. This one was full of a bunch of other men, just as hungry as I was to get away from opening the show, or counting lights in a squash match, or being handed a gimmick that was just fucking ludicrous."
"Once I was there, I realized what my calling was...and only then did I have any sort of belief that this whole thing might actually lead to my name headlining an event - after all, that's the measure of success in this business, isn't it? Being in the main event? Having fans cheer when you step out from behind the curtain?"
Nick nods. “And in your tenure, you’ve held multiple championships a number of times. Heavyweight Championship and Tag Team Championships most notably. Which brings me to my next question for the fans: How did the Army of Darkness come to be?”
"Well, originally it was just Chad and I...just a tag team and a dream, I guess. Eventually we started attracting some of the other guys in the back with our ideas, and we started all hanging out - even outside of shows. It got to be that we didn't give a shit who was with us, we were just looking out for one another. There were a few big stables at the time, and they were just pushing their weight around, basically fucking over anyone that wasn't them..in front of the audience, AND backstage. So, we all just kinda morphed our tag team name into our stable name...it fit, and we were all Bruce Campbell fans...so, it just kinda stuck. Guys came and went, and there was never any ill will - we were always big on other guys doing their own thing."
Nick Hanson smiles, glancing down at his paper again. “Tell us about your son. Did you raise Rick to be in the business or did he choose to get into it himself?”
"That's a tough one. I mean, obviously, I wanted to make sure Rick had a good education, and I wanted to make sure he was taken care of. Me being a wrestler definitely had some impact on him getting involved. Shit, he came on more than enough road trips in the summers, along with a bunch of the other guys' kids. Backstage was usually a zoo."
"Maybe it wasn't the best place for the kids, now that I think about it. I remember one night after Judas and I had a..” Mannheim makes finger quotes. “..gentle exchange of words; we fought all the way to the back. Well, there was this huge guy, went by the name Baphomet - you might've heard about him, he was supposed to be watching the kids because we all knew how our match was gonna end. Rick somehow gave that fucker the slip and when Judas and I came through to the back covered in blood, still punching the shit out of one another I noticed the look in Rick's eyes - it was a mixture of fear and entrancement."
"He told me that night that he wanted to be like me when he grew up...he wanted to hear people cheer for him like they did for me. I asked him what made him decide that? He said that the fans cheering showed respect, and if I could shake hands with the guy I was just beating up, that showed respect...and when he got older, he wanted to be as respected as I was."
"I remember smiling at him and telling him that respect was earned, and if he was willing to put in the time and effort, he WOULD be respected. Look at him now...he obviously listened that night."
Nick nods in agreement. “I’d have to agree. Rick has garnered the respect of...well I’ll say most of the roster.” Nick chuckles nervously. “So then, what are your plans now that Pitt has retired?”
"Most people would think that since Pi--Chad...retired, I'd be right behind him. Chad didn't retire. That's the thing...he simply switched direction. See, Steve-O needed someone back at the training centre who could keep things in line - and despite what everyone thinks about him, Chad's one of the smartest fucking guys I know. He can look at the big picture without micromanaging, and I think Steve realized that. The fact that Chad had a few niggling injuries just cemented his sideshift."
"Now that he's training the up and comers, my goal is simple, Nick. Chad was holding me back - but not the way you may think when you hear that statement. He wasn't stopping me from progressing, stopping me from getting better, no...he was holding me back from doing what I do best: systematically and ruthlessly destroying opponents in the ring. Chad was focused on the endgame - Army of Darkness holding gold one more time. Unfortunately those injuries weren't letting him compete to his full potential, and he knew it...he was the one pissed off about it."
Mannheim takes another long sip from his water, draining the remnants from the bottle.
"So, now it's time for the fans to see what they've waited for...an unbridled William Mannheim. A William Mannheim who lives up to his nickname. You know how I got that name, right, Nick?"
Nick Hanson nods.
"I believe it was just before you signed with NFW originally, wasn't it? Some sort of altercation outside a venue?"
Mannheim slyly smiles, seemingly lost in thought.
"Four guys, two knives, and a gun...and not a scratch on me. They tried to mug me after a show in Detroit outside the arena - I always helped the ring crew setup and tear down - but as I was walking to my car, these dudes came out of nowhere and started shouting for me to give them my wallet, keys, and shoes. I asked them if they knew who I was, and then the guy holding the gun thought it was a good time to pistol whip me in the back of the head. That flipped a fucking switch, and the next thing I remembered was giving a statement to the police...apparently I fucked these guys up so bad the cops were contemplating some serious charges, until they found out it was all on video."
"From what I heard, one of the security guys working at the venue had an in with NFW's acquisition department, and the next thing you know, the issue was swept under the rug, and I was off to a meeting in Chicago with some suits, and William "The Mangler" Mannheim came to be."
"At the end of the day, Nick, I have a goal...and everyone will know soon enough what it is - let's just say it's going to shake the fucking foundations of this company...and I can guarantee you things will NEVER be the same afterwards."
Nick Hanson just sits there, slightly wide eyed. “Wow. Well, we’re certainly glad you came out of that unscathed. We look forward to seeing more of The Mangler. I’m sure some more than others. So moving on then! I’d like to do get your thoughts on some of the other locker room members. I’ll name them off. You give me your thoughts on these new superstars.”
“Okay, shoot.” Mannheim nods.
Nick reads the names off of index cards. “Mia Hayashi.”
"If I was 20 years younger, I'd be all over that girl. She's got a fire inside her, and someone's gonna get burned."
Nick’s eyebrows raise in alarm at Mannheim’s declaration but he continues. “Adrianna Salvatore.”
"Adrianna knows how to take control, and that's her biggest strength. You see her in that ring against those other girls - and yeah, I call them girls in comparison - and when she's in there, that's HER house."
“Lara Blackheart.”
"As much as I don't get along with her choice in friends, Lara's come a long way from the little girl I used to play patty cake with while her dad was out doing his job. If she can get through all of this grief and come out the other side, you better believe she's going places."
“Anton Crowley.”
"He's another Ethan Skinner, in my eyes...except, maybe a little less angsty. The guy thinks he's some sort of bloody cult leader - hey, Jim Jones...drink some of your own kool-aid, would ya?"
“Eavan Maloney.”
"Girl's got confidence, but it takes a lot more than that in this business. I think if she wasn't caught up with that whole Crowley shit, she'd probably be better off...but hey, I'm not her. She needs to see it for herself."
“The Iron Maidens.”
"Morgan and Marissa? I watched those two grow up, and let me tell you, they haven't changed a goddamned bit. Marissa's always been about kicking ass - she used to slap Rick around when they were younger...and then Morgan would join in. He'd always look at me for help, and I'd just shrug and tell him to work it out on his own. BDP and I used to bet on who'd win...hint: it wasn't Rick. Those girls have come a long way since then, and frankly, I don't think people give them anywhere near enough bloody credit."
“Wyld Stallion.”
"He's a good kid. I know his father well...I'm not about to blow his little secret. I respect his want to prove himself without relying on handouts from management because of his pedigree. His father came to me and told me he was ready, and I completely trusted him - and thankfully he was one hundred percent correct. Stallion's going nowhere but up, Nick...and all of us in the Great White North have his back."
“Matt Klazzic.”
"Truthfully, when Rick told me he and Matt were gonna form a tag unit, I was a little skeptical. Matt's a helluva guy, and a helluva wrestler...in fact, he's honestly surprised the fuck outta me since Turn-It-Up Express came to be. I know he's working hard, and I know he's doing his best...and honestly, as long as he keeps that up, I see he and Rick lifting those Tag Team Championship belts in the future."
“Eric Lee.”
"Eric Lee. The guy can definitely scrap, I'll give him that - kinda reminds me of myself when I was in my mid 20s, at least mentally. I don't know a lot about him outside of that, to be honest...but I'm interested to see where his road leads."
“The Kingdom.”
"They know what it is to work together - I may not agree with their approach, but that's what a stable is supposed to be, Nick. Everyone on the same goddamned page, everyone helping everyone else to further their goals. It's just too bad they're on the wrong side of the fence."
“Shelley Silver.”
"Oh, Shelley. I like that bitch - and I say that in the most respectful way. She's got the chops for this business, and she's already proven that, time and again. People seem to think she's a pushover, and then they find out how fucking wrong they were. I definitely like her."
“The Renegades.”
"You mean before, or after Jim and Havok? Before? A couple of cheapshotting pissants. After? Still a couple of cheapshotting pissants - but now with some direction and muscle."
“Darius Crowley.”
"Morgoth's kid?” Mannheim chuckles.“You can thank Matteo for that one, Nick. He's so caught up in the Dominion of Pain bullshit that he's missing out on the best years he's gonna have in that ring...and that's a tragedy. I'm far from a fan, but I can recognize talent when I see it."
Nick Hanson nods and switches cards over. He looks down at the last card...and smiles knowingly. Nick lifts his eyes to William again. “Not a new superstar in any way, shape or form here but one I’m sure people wanna hear about. Your thoughts on Judas Lasher.”
"Oh, Judas Lasher. Judas is a special animal - I get him, and he gets me. We both know one another...we've laughed together...we've cried together....we've fucking bled together. But all this time he's been sitting up on his pedestal, and outside of Max Lebrun, nobody's got the fucking balls to try to knock him back down to earth. Is everyone afraid of Señor Satan? Because I'll tell you right now, I most certainly am not...and so help me, if I have to lead a one man crusade to prove to everyone that he's not an untouchable mystical being...so be it."
Nick Hanson glances at the bottom of his sheet and sets the paper down. Folding his hands, he gets to the last question. “What else do you want to accomplish before you hang up the boots?”
"I've already accomplished more than enough over my career, Nick. I've held every title in this promotion, save for two, since the Heavyweight and Cruiserweight titles merged. So who knows? Maybe I'll go after the Silver Mountain Championship? Maybe I'll go after the World Championship? Maybe I'll go after both?"
Mannheim taps his temple.
"If you honestly think I'm gonna let the fucking cat out of the bag, though, Nick...you're nuts. It's better to keep 'em on their toes."
Nick Hanson chuckles and turns to the camera. “Ladies and gentlemen, William “The Mangler” Mannheim. William, thanks again for sitting down with me. It’s been an absolute pleasure.” Nick shakes Mannheim’s hand again as the shot fades out.
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[Match #2. Singles - Jason Goodnight v. William “The Mangler” Mannheim]
As the voice of Pinhead at the start of the song begins to sound out, very slowly Jason makes his way out to the entrance ramp, his head swaying side to side as if caught in a trance. He smiles, looking out at the 'children' that surround the ring as he drops to his knees, whispering a prayer to the prophets around him before rising to his feet as the music drops into a loud bass hit.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first! From Payson, Arizona! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds! The Hellraiser...JASON...GOODNIGHT!!”
He rises quickly, moving much faster as he addresses those of the crowd that seem to wish to 'follow' him, resting his palms on their head and 'indoctrinating' them into his way before turning and sliding into the ring. He moves to kneel in the center of the ring (often looking at his opponents if they are already in the ring) as he continues his prayer before rising back to his feet with a laugh and backing to his corner.
Every day I'm just survivin'
Keep climbin' the mountain
Even when I feel like dyin'
Keep climbin' the mountain
As Three Day’s Grace’s “The Mountain” kicks on over the speakers, the crowd pops as the words “ARMY OF DARKNESS” appear on the video tron. Taking on the “Thanos” effect, the words disappear and are replaced by one word as the guitar kicks in.
MANGLER
The crowd goes into a pop as the curtain parts and William Mannheim steps out onto the stage, all business, with his synonymous scowl on his face as he looks directly down at the ring towards his opponent. He sneers down at the ring as he starts making his way down the ramp.
AUGUSTINO
“And his opponent! Making his return to singles action! From Toronto Ontario, Canada! Representing the Great White North! Weighing in at three hundred and sixty four pounds! WILLIAM…”THE MANGLER”...MANNHEIM!”
William Mannheim reaches the ring and enters it over the top rope, keeping his hard gaze on his opponent as he backs up into his corner, letting the referee check him for hidden weapons. He throws a few shadow punches in the air, preparing himself for the match.
~DING DING DING~
Jason Goodnight came out of his corner, arms opened out to the sides in a ‘behold’ like posture as he grinned maniacally at William Mannheim. Not looking impressed one bit, William Mannheim stepped out of his corner and shot right in for Goodnight’s legs. The crowd popped as The Mangler took The Hellraiser down with a double leg takedown and went right into a ground and pound. Goodnight covered up as best as he could as Mannheim brought down hammering rights and lefts on his opponent.
HANSON
“Whoa! Look out, now! Mannheim’s comes in fast and hard!”
AUGUSTINO
“The Mangler ain’t fucking around, is he Nick?!”
Mannheim continued working Goodnight over until the referee called for a break when Mannheim went for a blatant chokehold. Mannheim backed up off of his opponent as the referee moved in to check on Jason Goodnight. The Hellraiser pulled himself up to his feet, pushing passed the ref and went right to William Mannheim while he was amping up the audience. Goodnight spun Mannheim around and started unloading on him with hard shots, backing the big man up against the ropes. Goodnight took hold of an arm and went for an Irish whip but Mannheim reversed it, sending him into the ropes instead. As Goodnight came back, Mannheim lifted him up into a brutal Atomic Drop and, as he reeled, followed up with a stiff lariat, knocking Goodnight back down to the mat.
AUGUSTINO
“Whoo!! You hear the impact on that lariat, Nick?!”
HANSON
“I think we all did, Miranda! Doesn’t look like William Mannheim is suffering any ringrust!”
William Mannheim picked up a burst of speed and came off the ropes, delivering an enormous legdrop to Jason Goodnight. As he got back to his feet, Mannheim swiped a thumb across his neck and gave a thumbs down to call for the finish. The crowd began to show their support and excitement. William Mannheim picked Jason Goodnight up to his feet and set him up for the end, bending him forward into a powerbomb setup.
HANSON
“Calling for the finish already?! Is he gonna do it?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Looks like he is!”
The crowd popped as William Mannheim lifted Jason Goodnight up over his head, behind his shoulders and delivered his thunderous Sitout Crucifix Powerbomb known as DELIVERANCE!!!! Jason Goodnight crashed down to the mat as Mannheim held onto his legs, using his feet to press down on his shoulders as the referee dropped down to make the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“WOW!”
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner! WILLIAM…”THE MANGLER”...MANNHEIM!!”
HANSON
“An impressive comeback, ladies and gentlemen! The Mangler! Has returned!”
“The Mountain” played on as William Mannheim had his arm raised by the referee. However, just as the referee released the man’s arm, the music was abruptly cut off and replaced by…
The fact remains, that’s how it is.
First the crack and then the whiz.
The synthesized guitar surge to SKYND’s “Richard Ramirez” filled the arena, immediately drawing a mixed reaction from the audience as well as that of William Mannheim. All eyes went onto the stage as the curtain parted and Charlie Grace smoothly walked out onto the stage with the slightest hint of a smirk on her face.
HANSON
“Well there’s Charlie Grace, folks. She’s the manager of the one and only, Eric Lee. And…”
The crowd reaction swelled as, from behind Charlie, Eric himself emerged, carrying a microphone as he stared down at the ring with his head tilted and an intrigued look that could only be seen in his eyes. The rest of his expression as stoic. The music cut off as Eric Lee and William Mannheim made eye contact all the way from the top of the ramp down to the ring.
LET’S GO MANGLER!
ERIC LEE!
LET’S GO MANGLER!
ERIC LEE!
LET’S GO MANGLER!
ERIC LEE!
AUGUSTINO
“What’s Lee doing out here, Nicky? I didn’t even know he was here, tonight!”
HANSON
“If there’s one thing I know about Eric Lee. Nobody tells him what he can and can’t do. He does as he damn well pleases and god help anyone who tries to tell him different.”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, we see the mic. He’s got something to say, evidently.”
Just then, Eric Lee lifted the microphone up to his mouth and straightened his head. A soft, dark chuckle escaped from his lips and came through the arena speakers before he leaned forward, bracing a hand on one knee like he was leaning closer to get a better look at the man down in the ring. Eric Lee’s lips twisted up into a wicked, amused smile.
“....Hello, William….”
The mic thudded against the ramp as Eric Lee let it fall and gave William Mannheim a wave as “Richard Ramirez” resumed over the speakers. Eric straightened his posture and calmly made his exit back through the curtain. Charlie Grace looked down towards the ring at William Mannheim, lifting her chin at him before turning to follow her client backstage. As the camera cut back to William Mannheim in the ring, The Mangler looked around at the crowd with intrigue on his face before nodding up at the stage.
HANSON
“I can’t be sure folks, but I think William Mannheim but be all for it if Eric Lee wants to call him out. Lee loves a good fight? He’d get one with that man in the ring right there.”
The show faded out to a commercial as William Mannheim exited the ring and made his way backstage, after his victory.
Winner: William “The Mangler” Mannheim
Result: Pinfall
Time: 3:15
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The view was a beautiful sunset on a beach where most people were already leaving the sandy terrain to go back to their homes or hotel rooms, though there were some that stayed behind to take pictures of the gorgeous visual in front of them. One of those that remained behind was none other than Lluvia Luna who was busy with her yoga, calming and centering herself while continuing to prepare for her upcoming match. The dark haired beauty opened her eyes, looking towards her cell phone, which had been set up on a tripod, with a smile on her face. “You would think that one would prefer to be doing this either in a proper studio or a gym, but I prefer the sounds of nature for an extra calming effect. After all, everyone needs something that properly calms them, and nature does that for me.” The Cherokee Princess sighed softly as she straightened her body back up only to contort her body into one of the advanced yoga poses, Bird of Paradise. Despite the noise from the remaining people that were lingering, the only noise that the dark haired, yoga pants and sports bra wearing woman heard was that of the bird flying in the sky above her and the gentle sea breeze that was gently blowing her hair around.
As Lluvia held the pose, keeping her breathing even and calm as she did so. She was still turned towards her phone, “Eavan, you bested me when we met in the ring for the first time, but there’s nothing that says this time will end up having the same outcome. We’ve both said that neither of us are the same person that the other encountered previously, but I plan on showing that proof when I become the one to take the Women’s TV Title from you.” Lluvia released the Bird of Paradise pose, slowly lowering her leg until her barefoot hit the sand. She closed her eyes again as she listened to the soothing sounds of the waves hitting the rest of the water as well as the shore, allowing the soothing noise to wash over her from head to toe. There wasn’t a negative thought in the mom of 2’s mind as she took a deep breath in only to slowly release it, keeping her mind clear of anything that would potentially weigh her down in the long run. As she opened her eyes, The Collective member began speaking in a slightly softer voice than normal, “Eavan, can you say that you’re at peace with yourself and the fact that no one has given you any decent competition, myself included from our original match? Are you content with thinking that no one can match you in the ring?”
As Lluvia finished asking that question, she sat in the sand before picking herself up with the firefly arm balance, showing off the strength of her arms and upper body as she held herself ever so slightly in the air. “Eavan, do you firmly believe that I haven’t been bettering myself for our 2nd meet up? I’ve only given glimpses into my trips to the gym...glimpses into the practice matches that I’ve taken part in to make sure that I’m prepared for anything that you may send my way. Would anyone honestly be foolish enough to challenge you, after already being defeated once, without making sure that they’re better than they were previously? Are you so set in your mind that you feel such confidence in yourself that you’re really going to think that you’ll have an easy match against me?” The young mom let out a slow, deep breath as she lowered her body back onto the sand, but as she began to stand up, she arched and bent her back to where her hands and feet were flat on the sand. Despite having changed into the upward facing two-foot staff pose, the naturally tan beauty made sure that her big brown eyes were still on her phone.
“The Collective, hell, The Kingdom as a whole has brought much gold to its ranks, and I plan to add to that in just 4 days when we meet at Collision. Enjoy your last few days with the title because they’re the last ones that you’ll have with it.” Lluvia began transitioning from the upward facing two-foot staff to a handstand pose, balancing her body as high as her straightened arms would take her. Once again she began showcasing the strength that some may believe she lacked,letting people know and learn that her power was never an issue for or with her. The dark haired beauty kept her legs extended but shifted them to where her toes were pointing in opposite directions, her legs having shifted just a bit apart to match where her toes were pointing thus shifting her into a modified forearm scorpion pose. The Texas native had been modifying the pose for years in order to build her strength and make herself better each and every time. “The only thing standing in my way of winning my first championship in NFW is you, Eavan. I’ve got the power, stamina, dedication, and so much more in my arsenal that I’m beyond ready for Collision and to be the woman that finally takes you down in order to take that title.”
Lluvia straightened herself out of the last yoga pose before getting back onto her feet though she wasn’t transitioning into a new post.The beauty walked closer towards her phone, a smile on her makeupless face, and she brushed a few strands hairs, that had come out from her ponytail, off of her face. She leaned down for a moment, grabbing her bottle of water only to take a large drink from it. As she fixed the top to her drink, the brown eyed mother began to speak once more, “Don’t you see the big picture here, Eavan? NFW and Collision are the home of The Kingdom which means that you’ve got our property with you. When you have something of ours, we never give up easily on getting it back, and I plan on bringing that title to The Kingdom where it rightfully belongs. The TV Women’s Title belongs with the rest of the gold that we have, and it will be coming home with me while you stare at the ceiling and lights after I beat you.” The dark haired beauty smirked a bit as she said that, wanting and hoping to get under Eavan’s skin some.
“Eyes from around the country, or rather the world, will be glued to their television or just the ring, if they’re in the arena,to see and experience my taking you down a few pegs. I’ve seen your Tweets...you think I’ll be the 10th notch in your title defense streak, but this 10 won’t allow herself to see you walking out of the arena with the title.” Lluvia took her phone off of the little tripod setup that she had and brought it a little closer to her face. Random drops of sweat rolling down her face could be seen even clearer now that the brunette beauty was holding her phone versus just talking towards it while doing her yoga.The sun was significantly lower in the sky by that point, just a portion of it showing off in the horizon. “Eavan, I want you to look at this beautiful sunset and realize that it represents your reign…” Lluvia pressed the button to turn the view around to capture what was left of the sunset, waiting a few moments before flipping the camera back to herself, “To some, your reign has been a beautiful thing, but the light that has been making it all bright and shiny is dying. Your time is almost up as one of the top stars, and my time will make its way to the front very soon. I’ve only got a few final words for you, Eavan.” Lluvia felt a rather large smirk overcoming her face as she continued to pause for a few moments before continuing, “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!” Lluvia blew a kiss towards the camera, a smirk still on her face as she ended the recording, only darkness now showing.
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[Match #3. Singles - Lluvia Cane v. Eavan Maloney © ]
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 NFW Women’s TV Title around her waist, 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”
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”
When Eavan jumps off the turnbuckles, she calls for a microphone. Anton stands center ring as Eavan is handed the mic, removing her championship and places it on her shoulder.
“Indianapolis, make some noise!”
The crowd is deafening as Eavan sits on the middle rope, facing the hard camera.
“Ten. The number of wins I’ve accumulated so far in New Frontier Wrestling, out of twelve matches. Which is pretty damn good, but the number ten has another meaning tonight. You see, this is the tenth consecutive TV Title defense since I won it back on Collision 39. And I’ll give Candi Brodeur all the respect in the world. She was a great champion. She’s a hell of a talent. Her and Max just happened to be the team to eliminate Anton and I from the Burning Hearts tournament in the first round. Joke’s on them, though, as Anton and I will be claiming those titles at Motor City Mayhem. Tonight, though, isn’t about the future and continual domination of House Crowley. Tonight is about the Television Title and Lluvia Cane.”
The crowd starts to boo loudly upon mentioning Collective member Lluvia Cane. Eavan motions to the crowd to quiet down.
“Now, now, hang on guys. I know I used to be all Fuck the Kingdom, and yes, last time I fought Lluvia, I got a five-footed superkick to the head for my troubles, but hear me out. Much as we’re supposed to hate each other in front of the cameras, I’ve come to respect both The Kingdom and The Collective. I’m even kinda friends with Morgan and Sativa, and I’d like to even extend that friendship to the rest of them. I get why they do what they do, and I can respect that, even if I was a victim in it. Hell, I could have gone to war against them, and hell, maybe I could have even won, but at the end of the day, what would have been gained? Not a thing.
Now, I want to make this crystal clear. I’m not requesting to join you. I run in my own circles, plus I have an Anton. What I’m requesting, simply, is professional courtesy. I’m a fighting champion and there’s not a single member of that outfit that doesn’t deserve a shot at me, or this championship.
Which brings me to Lluvia Cane. The silent assassin of the group. Definitely the most motherly. Might even have the most experience in this ring what with her own pedigree and the family she once ran with. This is usually where I’d be a bit… okay, very cocky and remind you, Lluvia, and everyone about Collision 41 and the fact that I beat you in my second title defense. Fact is, in this business, you have to be a shark to stay ahead. Always going forward, always ready to strike when the opportunity presents itself. So I can appreciate the fact that you’ve been training harder.
Thing is, ever since I won this championship, I’ve had to step up my game as well. I could have very well lost to Dona, to you, to any of the opponents I’ve faced because as long as I have this championship, I have a bullseye on my back. Now it could have been VERY easy to become one of those champions that would hide behind a championship advantage, and taken shortcuts and the easy way out and held onto this, but that isn’t me. Anybody I face in this ring is as much a challenge for me as I am for them. To be on top of the mountain, you have to climb. Not just stand on a plateau when there are other peaks above you.
So I fight. I take everything thrown at me and I throw it right back. And once that Krigare Lock is sunk in, there is nobody who gets out. So, Lluvia, come on down. I sincerely hope you’ve been your own shark these last couple of months. I want your best, and you’ll have mine. THIS is the most talked about title in this company. You want it? Come get it.”
"Lucifer's Angel" hits and Lluvia comes out to the stage in her gear. She does a little shimmy then seductively sways her hips as she does a slow 360, showing off her body as she does so. Lluvia then heads down to the ring and slides in under the 3rd rope, doing another little sashay once she stands up.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing her opponent! From Laredo, Texas. Representing The Kingdom! “The Cherokee Princess” LLUVIA...CANE!!”
She holds a smirk on her face as she waits for things to get going.
~DING DING DING~
Eavan and Lluvia are in the ring as the ref takes the NFW Women’s Television Championship from Eavan and presents it to Lluvia before holding it up high in the air for the crowd. He hands it off to the time keeper and calls for the bell. The two women begin to circle the ring before Lluvia steps out and goes right after Eavan looking for a single leg takedown, but Eavan is a little too fast and manages to avoid the takedown attempt. She hits the ropes and comes off, delivering a hurricanrana to Lluvia who snaps right back up to her feet only to be met with a Japanese armdrag by Eavan. Lluvia once again pops up to her feet and this time, she’s met with a dropkick to the face for her troubles.
HANSON
“Down goes Cane again from a dropkick by the champion!”
AUGUSTINO
“Don’t write her off yet, Nicky!”
HANSON
“Oh, I’m not!”
Luvia this time is slower to get to her feet and as she does, Eavan is already on the top rope waiting for her challenger. Lluvia turns around and when she does, Eavan launches herself and delivers a flying crossbody. Lluvia however is able to roll through with it and get up to her feet with Eavan in her arms. She picks Eavan up into the fireman’s carry position and delivers a rolling Death Valley Driver to the champion. Lluvia picks Eavan up and sends her into the corner. Eavan hits the turnbuckles and when she does, Lluvia is seen charging in and delivering a corner splash. Eavan slumps down into the corner and Lluvia once again gets a head of steam. She charges in and looks for double knees in the corner to Eavan, but the champion is able to move out of the way at the last moment causing Lluvia to crash into the middle turnbuckle.
AUGUSTINO
“Ouch!! Lluvia hit that corner like a car crash!”
HANSON
“Sure did!”
Eavan pulls Lluvia out from the corner and puts her into a seated position in the middle of the ring. Eavan hits the ropes and delivers a shining wizard followed by a standing shooting star. Eavan then climbs to the top rope and delivers a frog splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eavan picks Lluvia up to her feet and sends her into the ropes. Lluvia comes off the ropes and Eavan takes her down with a slingblade. Eavan follows up with running senton before turning Lluvia onto her back and looking for a camel clutch. Lluvia though is able to scramble a little and get to her feet with Eavan up on her shoulders. Luvia grabs Eavan and delivers an Electric chair driver and goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lluvia picks Eavan up and sends her into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and is met with a discus style clothesline that turns the champion inside out. Lluvia climbs to the top rope and immediately launches herself delivering Truth and Grief. She doesn’t go for the cover though. Instead, she waits for Eavan to make it back to her feet. The champion finally makes it back to her feet and Lluvia looks to deliver Angelic Rebellion, but Eavan is able to duck out of the way and grab Lluvia by the tights and roll her up.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Luvia is first back up to her feet, but Eavan isn’t far behind as the two meet in the middle of the ring and Eavan is the first to strike delivering a forearm to the face that stumbles Lluvia back a step. Lluvia though comes back with a forearm of her own. The two women stand in the middle of the ring exchanging forearm shots, neither one seeming to find an advantage before Eavan just goes off with a flurry of six straight forearms to the side of Lluvia’s head stunning her for a moment. Eavan grabs Lluvia and sends her into the ropes. Lluvia comes off the ropes and Eavan delivers a stiff rolling elbow strike that causes Lluvia to crumble to the mat. Eavan picks Lluvia up though and delivers a nasty looking exploder suplex before grabbing her challenger and locking in the Krigare Lock. She pulls back on Lluvia who has no choice but to eventually tap out.
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Submission
Time: 18:20
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We cut to the area where the equipment boxes are being stored backstage and see Kimi Smalls stretching out for her match with the help of her twin brother, Kyle. She looked up with a grin as Kyle walked off to flirt with the intern. Kimi rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she watched her brother walk off out of the corner of her eye.
"In case you're wondering, he's always been like that," she shrugged. "Even moreso recently. Thanks for that, Angel," there was a bit of sarcasm dripping from her voice, but she hid it well.
"It's good getting back into the ring," Kimi started out. "And I'm sure that I know what my opponent from last week is thinking right about now. Starlight, you have labeled yourself the hashtag, Queen Slayer. Yet... you were completely flattened by Shelley two weeks ago, and last week I made easy pickin's of you, myself. Right now, she's probably asking herself why. The simple answer is this... Shelley and I ain't Queens, Starlight. Never once have either of us claimed to be. Those "Queens" that you are out to slay, Starlight..." Kimi chortled, shaking her head, "Shelley and I both have made our careers out of eating those prissy little bitches for breakfast."
She took a deep breath and kicked her foot up above her head, planting it firmly on the wall and exhaling sharply. "And that was just my first match back in weeks," she rolled up her other foot onto her toes, stretching a few more muscles while showing off. "And not giving Vin a break in the meantime," she winked at the camera. "Imagine what I can do with a little more preparation. What I can do to a desperate girl like Cherry who has found herself so distracted that her eyes left the prize. All she has really done since being in NFW is piss off my friends in The Unwanted." She leaned back instead of just bringing her leg down and did a backward walkover to show off her flexibility and agility. "Because that was the smartest move in the world," she shook her head, chuckling. "Look, I know that they aren't the Kingdom. Sativa is our Women's Champion at the moment, where Eavan is still holding strong onto the Women's Television Championship. This all started when you attacked Adrianna Salvatore from behind," she shook her head, clicking her tongue. "Look, I know that there are a lot of us on the roster and there is only time for so many matches on each show. Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures, but you need to actually take a minute to calculate your measures, sweetheart."
She began stretching our her arms, crossing one over her chest while holding it in place with her other arm, "why do you think Kyle and I took a little break? It's not like we were on vacation. We were sitting back and watching. Observing the drama and the sad excuses for wrestlers that NFW has to offer. Biding our time. Waiting for the exact right time to strike. Because if you're going to be attacking someone, you've got to do your homework. Who are their friends? Will these friends come out to defend their falling comrade? Can you take them all? Can you even handle the one that you attacked to get attention in the first place? Will you actually listen to any of this advice?" she shrugged, turning her back to the camera and bending over, wrapping her arms around her calves and looking at the camera between her legs. "Probably not, but that's just to my advantage, isn't it?"
Kimi continues her stretching exercises as the cameras cut back to ringside.
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As the show returned from a commercial break, the cameras found Commissioner Steven Brody himself, standing in the ring at a table with two microphones and a red and black folder, bearing the New Frontier Wrestling logo on the front of it. Holding a third mic in his hand, Steven Brody looks around at the buzzing crowd with a smirk on his face. He raises the mic up to speak.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you’ve been enjoying tonight’s show, thus far. Rest assured, we’ve got a lot more in store for you!” Brody pauses to let the crowd react in excitement before he continues. “Now, technically, as this is a women’s division matchup, you’d have General Manager Elizabeth Greene standing here. However, she’s setting things up for the Women’s World Championship contract signing, later this evening. So! That being said, and as NFW Commissioner, I told her I’d take care of this one. So, to get down to business; next week, in Detroit, Michigan, we’ve got one hell of an event lined up for the fans known as Motor City Mayhem! You guys excited?”
Steven Brody raises the microphone up to pick up the roar from the crowd that rolls in. He brings it back down to his level and continues. “I’ll take that as a definite yes. So, without further adieu. Ms. Greene’s got the Women’s World Title signing taken care of later. But right now, let’s welcome the women that are gonna be competing in this ring next week for our Women’s Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, the challengers. Indianapolis, give it up...for the SKILLZ VENDORZ!”
“An impressive comeback, ladies and gentlemen! The Mangler! Has returned!”
“The Mountain” played on as William Mannheim had his arm raised by the referee. However, just as the referee released the man’s arm, the music was abruptly cut off and replaced by…
The fact remains, that’s how it is.
First the crack and then the whiz.
The synthesized guitar surge to SKYND’s “Richard Ramirez” filled the arena, immediately drawing a mixed reaction from the audience as well as that of William Mannheim. All eyes went onto the stage as the curtain parted and Charlie Grace smoothly walked out onto the stage with the slightest hint of a smirk on her face.
HANSON
“Well there’s Charlie Grace, folks. She’s the manager of the one and only, Eric Lee. And…”
The crowd reaction swelled as, from behind Charlie, Eric himself emerged, carrying a microphone as he stared down at the ring with his head tilted and an intrigued look that could only be seen in his eyes. The rest of his expression as stoic. The music cut off as Eric Lee and William Mannheim made eye contact all the way from the top of the ramp down to the ring.
LET’S GO MANGLER!
ERIC LEE!
LET’S GO MANGLER!
ERIC LEE!
LET’S GO MANGLER!
ERIC LEE!
AUGUSTINO
“What’s Lee doing out here, Nicky? I didn’t even know he was here, tonight!”
HANSON
“If there’s one thing I know about Eric Lee. Nobody tells him what he can and can’t do. He does as he damn well pleases and god help anyone who tries to tell him different.”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, we see the mic. He’s got something to say, evidently.”
Just then, Eric Lee lifted the microphone up to his mouth and straightened his head. A soft, dark chuckle escaped from his lips and came through the arena speakers before he leaned forward, bracing a hand on one knee like he was leaning closer to get a better look at the man down in the ring. Eric Lee’s lips twisted up into a wicked, amused smile.
“....Hello, William….”
The mic thudded against the ramp as Eric Lee let it fall and gave William Mannheim a wave as “Richard Ramirez” resumed over the speakers. Eric straightened his posture and calmly made his exit back through the curtain. Charlie Grace looked down towards the ring at William Mannheim, lifting her chin at him before turning to follow her client backstage. As the camera cut back to William Mannheim in the ring, The Mangler looked around at the crowd with intrigue on his face before nodding up at the stage.
HANSON
“I can’t be sure folks, but I think William Mannheim but be all for it if Eric Lee wants to call him out. Lee loves a good fight? He’d get one with that man in the ring right there.”
The show faded out to a commercial as William Mannheim exited the ring and made his way backstage, after his victory.
Winner: William “The Mangler” Mannheim
Result: Pinfall
Time: 3:15
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The view was a beautiful sunset on a beach where most people were already leaving the sandy terrain to go back to their homes or hotel rooms, though there were some that stayed behind to take pictures of the gorgeous visual in front of them. One of those that remained behind was none other than Lluvia Luna who was busy with her yoga, calming and centering herself while continuing to prepare for her upcoming match. The dark haired beauty opened her eyes, looking towards her cell phone, which had been set up on a tripod, with a smile on her face. “You would think that one would prefer to be doing this either in a proper studio or a gym, but I prefer the sounds of nature for an extra calming effect. After all, everyone needs something that properly calms them, and nature does that for me.” The Cherokee Princess sighed softly as she straightened her body back up only to contort her body into one of the advanced yoga poses, Bird of Paradise. Despite the noise from the remaining people that were lingering, the only noise that the dark haired, yoga pants and sports bra wearing woman heard was that of the bird flying in the sky above her and the gentle sea breeze that was gently blowing her hair around.
As Lluvia held the pose, keeping her breathing even and calm as she did so. She was still turned towards her phone, “Eavan, you bested me when we met in the ring for the first time, but there’s nothing that says this time will end up having the same outcome. We’ve both said that neither of us are the same person that the other encountered previously, but I plan on showing that proof when I become the one to take the Women’s TV Title from you.” Lluvia released the Bird of Paradise pose, slowly lowering her leg until her barefoot hit the sand. She closed her eyes again as she listened to the soothing sounds of the waves hitting the rest of the water as well as the shore, allowing the soothing noise to wash over her from head to toe. There wasn’t a negative thought in the mom of 2’s mind as she took a deep breath in only to slowly release it, keeping her mind clear of anything that would potentially weigh her down in the long run. As she opened her eyes, The Collective member began speaking in a slightly softer voice than normal, “Eavan, can you say that you’re at peace with yourself and the fact that no one has given you any decent competition, myself included from our original match? Are you content with thinking that no one can match you in the ring?”
As Lluvia finished asking that question, she sat in the sand before picking herself up with the firefly arm balance, showing off the strength of her arms and upper body as she held herself ever so slightly in the air. “Eavan, do you firmly believe that I haven’t been bettering myself for our 2nd meet up? I’ve only given glimpses into my trips to the gym...glimpses into the practice matches that I’ve taken part in to make sure that I’m prepared for anything that you may send my way. Would anyone honestly be foolish enough to challenge you, after already being defeated once, without making sure that they’re better than they were previously? Are you so set in your mind that you feel such confidence in yourself that you’re really going to think that you’ll have an easy match against me?” The young mom let out a slow, deep breath as she lowered her body back onto the sand, but as she began to stand up, she arched and bent her back to where her hands and feet were flat on the sand. Despite having changed into the upward facing two-foot staff pose, the naturally tan beauty made sure that her big brown eyes were still on her phone.
“The Collective, hell, The Kingdom as a whole has brought much gold to its ranks, and I plan to add to that in just 4 days when we meet at Collision. Enjoy your last few days with the title because they’re the last ones that you’ll have with it.” Lluvia began transitioning from the upward facing two-foot staff to a handstand pose, balancing her body as high as her straightened arms would take her. Once again she began showcasing the strength that some may believe she lacked,letting people know and learn that her power was never an issue for or with her. The dark haired beauty kept her legs extended but shifted them to where her toes were pointing in opposite directions, her legs having shifted just a bit apart to match where her toes were pointing thus shifting her into a modified forearm scorpion pose. The Texas native had been modifying the pose for years in order to build her strength and make herself better each and every time. “The only thing standing in my way of winning my first championship in NFW is you, Eavan. I’ve got the power, stamina, dedication, and so much more in my arsenal that I’m beyond ready for Collision and to be the woman that finally takes you down in order to take that title.”
Lluvia straightened herself out of the last yoga pose before getting back onto her feet though she wasn’t transitioning into a new post.The beauty walked closer towards her phone, a smile on her makeupless face, and she brushed a few strands hairs, that had come out from her ponytail, off of her face. She leaned down for a moment, grabbing her bottle of water only to take a large drink from it. As she fixed the top to her drink, the brown eyed mother began to speak once more, “Don’t you see the big picture here, Eavan? NFW and Collision are the home of The Kingdom which means that you’ve got our property with you. When you have something of ours, we never give up easily on getting it back, and I plan on bringing that title to The Kingdom where it rightfully belongs. The TV Women’s Title belongs with the rest of the gold that we have, and it will be coming home with me while you stare at the ceiling and lights after I beat you.” The dark haired beauty smirked a bit as she said that, wanting and hoping to get under Eavan’s skin some.
“Eyes from around the country, or rather the world, will be glued to their television or just the ring, if they’re in the arena,to see and experience my taking you down a few pegs. I’ve seen your Tweets...you think I’ll be the 10th notch in your title defense streak, but this 10 won’t allow herself to see you walking out of the arena with the title.” Lluvia took her phone off of the little tripod setup that she had and brought it a little closer to her face. Random drops of sweat rolling down her face could be seen even clearer now that the brunette beauty was holding her phone versus just talking towards it while doing her yoga.The sun was significantly lower in the sky by that point, just a portion of it showing off in the horizon. “Eavan, I want you to look at this beautiful sunset and realize that it represents your reign…” Lluvia pressed the button to turn the view around to capture what was left of the sunset, waiting a few moments before flipping the camera back to herself, “To some, your reign has been a beautiful thing, but the light that has been making it all bright and shiny is dying. Your time is almost up as one of the top stars, and my time will make its way to the front very soon. I’ve only got a few final words for you, Eavan.” Lluvia felt a rather large smirk overcoming her face as she continued to pause for a few moments before continuing, “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!” Lluvia blew a kiss towards the camera, a smirk still on her face as she ended the recording, only darkness now showing.
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[Match #3. Singles - Lluvia Cane v. Eavan Maloney © ]
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 NFW Women’s TV Title around her waist, 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”
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”
When Eavan jumps off the turnbuckles, she calls for a microphone. Anton stands center ring as Eavan is handed the mic, removing her championship and places it on her shoulder.
“Indianapolis, make some noise!”
The crowd is deafening as Eavan sits on the middle rope, facing the hard camera.
“Ten. The number of wins I’ve accumulated so far in New Frontier Wrestling, out of twelve matches. Which is pretty damn good, but the number ten has another meaning tonight. You see, this is the tenth consecutive TV Title defense since I won it back on Collision 39. And I’ll give Candi Brodeur all the respect in the world. She was a great champion. She’s a hell of a talent. Her and Max just happened to be the team to eliminate Anton and I from the Burning Hearts tournament in the first round. Joke’s on them, though, as Anton and I will be claiming those titles at Motor City Mayhem. Tonight, though, isn’t about the future and continual domination of House Crowley. Tonight is about the Television Title and Lluvia Cane.”
The crowd starts to boo loudly upon mentioning Collective member Lluvia Cane. Eavan motions to the crowd to quiet down.
“Now, now, hang on guys. I know I used to be all Fuck the Kingdom, and yes, last time I fought Lluvia, I got a five-footed superkick to the head for my troubles, but hear me out. Much as we’re supposed to hate each other in front of the cameras, I’ve come to respect both The Kingdom and The Collective. I’m even kinda friends with Morgan and Sativa, and I’d like to even extend that friendship to the rest of them. I get why they do what they do, and I can respect that, even if I was a victim in it. Hell, I could have gone to war against them, and hell, maybe I could have even won, but at the end of the day, what would have been gained? Not a thing.
Now, I want to make this crystal clear. I’m not requesting to join you. I run in my own circles, plus I have an Anton. What I’m requesting, simply, is professional courtesy. I’m a fighting champion and there’s not a single member of that outfit that doesn’t deserve a shot at me, or this championship.
Which brings me to Lluvia Cane. The silent assassin of the group. Definitely the most motherly. Might even have the most experience in this ring what with her own pedigree and the family she once ran with. This is usually where I’d be a bit… okay, very cocky and remind you, Lluvia, and everyone about Collision 41 and the fact that I beat you in my second title defense. Fact is, in this business, you have to be a shark to stay ahead. Always going forward, always ready to strike when the opportunity presents itself. So I can appreciate the fact that you’ve been training harder.
Thing is, ever since I won this championship, I’ve had to step up my game as well. I could have very well lost to Dona, to you, to any of the opponents I’ve faced because as long as I have this championship, I have a bullseye on my back. Now it could have been VERY easy to become one of those champions that would hide behind a championship advantage, and taken shortcuts and the easy way out and held onto this, but that isn’t me. Anybody I face in this ring is as much a challenge for me as I am for them. To be on top of the mountain, you have to climb. Not just stand on a plateau when there are other peaks above you.
So I fight. I take everything thrown at me and I throw it right back. And once that Krigare Lock is sunk in, there is nobody who gets out. So, Lluvia, come on down. I sincerely hope you’ve been your own shark these last couple of months. I want your best, and you’ll have mine. THIS is the most talked about title in this company. You want it? Come get it.”
"Lucifer's Angel" hits and Lluvia comes out to the stage in her gear. She does a little shimmy then seductively sways her hips as she does a slow 360, showing off her body as she does so. Lluvia then heads down to the ring and slides in under the 3rd rope, doing another little sashay once she stands up.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing her opponent! From Laredo, Texas. Representing The Kingdom! “The Cherokee Princess” LLUVIA...CANE!!”
She holds a smirk on her face as she waits for things to get going.
~DING DING DING~
Eavan and Lluvia are in the ring as the ref takes the NFW Women’s Television Championship from Eavan and presents it to Lluvia before holding it up high in the air for the crowd. He hands it off to the time keeper and calls for the bell. The two women begin to circle the ring before Lluvia steps out and goes right after Eavan looking for a single leg takedown, but Eavan is a little too fast and manages to avoid the takedown attempt. She hits the ropes and comes off, delivering a hurricanrana to Lluvia who snaps right back up to her feet only to be met with a Japanese armdrag by Eavan. Lluvia once again pops up to her feet and this time, she’s met with a dropkick to the face for her troubles.
HANSON
“Down goes Cane again from a dropkick by the champion!”
AUGUSTINO
“Don’t write her off yet, Nicky!”
HANSON
“Oh, I’m not!”
Luvia this time is slower to get to her feet and as she does, Eavan is already on the top rope waiting for her challenger. Lluvia turns around and when she does, Eavan launches herself and delivers a flying crossbody. Lluvia however is able to roll through with it and get up to her feet with Eavan in her arms. She picks Eavan up into the fireman’s carry position and delivers a rolling Death Valley Driver to the champion. Lluvia picks Eavan up and sends her into the corner. Eavan hits the turnbuckles and when she does, Lluvia is seen charging in and delivering a corner splash. Eavan slumps down into the corner and Lluvia once again gets a head of steam. She charges in and looks for double knees in the corner to Eavan, but the champion is able to move out of the way at the last moment causing Lluvia to crash into the middle turnbuckle.
AUGUSTINO
“Ouch!! Lluvia hit that corner like a car crash!”
HANSON
“Sure did!”
Eavan pulls Lluvia out from the corner and puts her into a seated position in the middle of the ring. Eavan hits the ropes and delivers a shining wizard followed by a standing shooting star. Eavan then climbs to the top rope and delivers a frog splash and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eavan picks Lluvia up to her feet and sends her into the ropes. Lluvia comes off the ropes and Eavan takes her down with a slingblade. Eavan follows up with running senton before turning Lluvia onto her back and looking for a camel clutch. Lluvia though is able to scramble a little and get to her feet with Eavan up on her shoulders. Luvia grabs Eavan and delivers an Electric chair driver and goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Lluvia picks Eavan up and sends her into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and is met with a discus style clothesline that turns the champion inside out. Lluvia climbs to the top rope and immediately launches herself delivering Truth and Grief. She doesn’t go for the cover though. Instead, she waits for Eavan to make it back to her feet. The champion finally makes it back to her feet and Lluvia looks to deliver Angelic Rebellion, but Eavan is able to duck out of the way and grab Lluvia by the tights and roll her up.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Luvia is first back up to her feet, but Eavan isn’t far behind as the two meet in the middle of the ring and Eavan is the first to strike delivering a forearm to the face that stumbles Lluvia back a step. Lluvia though comes back with a forearm of her own. The two women stand in the middle of the ring exchanging forearm shots, neither one seeming to find an advantage before Eavan just goes off with a flurry of six straight forearms to the side of Lluvia’s head stunning her for a moment. Eavan grabs Lluvia and sends her into the ropes. Lluvia comes off the ropes and Eavan delivers a stiff rolling elbow strike that causes Lluvia to crumble to the mat. Eavan picks Lluvia up though and delivers a nasty looking exploder suplex before grabbing her challenger and locking in the Krigare Lock. She pulls back on Lluvia who has no choice but to eventually tap out.
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Submission
Time: 18:20
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We cut to the area where the equipment boxes are being stored backstage and see Kimi Smalls stretching out for her match with the help of her twin brother, Kyle. She looked up with a grin as Kyle walked off to flirt with the intern. Kimi rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she watched her brother walk off out of the corner of her eye.
"In case you're wondering, he's always been like that," she shrugged. "Even moreso recently. Thanks for that, Angel," there was a bit of sarcasm dripping from her voice, but she hid it well.
"It's good getting back into the ring," Kimi started out. "And I'm sure that I know what my opponent from last week is thinking right about now. Starlight, you have labeled yourself the hashtag, Queen Slayer. Yet... you were completely flattened by Shelley two weeks ago, and last week I made easy pickin's of you, myself. Right now, she's probably asking herself why. The simple answer is this... Shelley and I ain't Queens, Starlight. Never once have either of us claimed to be. Those "Queens" that you are out to slay, Starlight..." Kimi chortled, shaking her head, "Shelley and I both have made our careers out of eating those prissy little bitches for breakfast."
She took a deep breath and kicked her foot up above her head, planting it firmly on the wall and exhaling sharply. "And that was just my first match back in weeks," she rolled up her other foot onto her toes, stretching a few more muscles while showing off. "And not giving Vin a break in the meantime," she winked at the camera. "Imagine what I can do with a little more preparation. What I can do to a desperate girl like Cherry who has found herself so distracted that her eyes left the prize. All she has really done since being in NFW is piss off my friends in The Unwanted." She leaned back instead of just bringing her leg down and did a backward walkover to show off her flexibility and agility. "Because that was the smartest move in the world," she shook her head, chuckling. "Look, I know that they aren't the Kingdom. Sativa is our Women's Champion at the moment, where Eavan is still holding strong onto the Women's Television Championship. This all started when you attacked Adrianna Salvatore from behind," she shook her head, clicking her tongue. "Look, I know that there are a lot of us on the roster and there is only time for so many matches on each show. Sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures, but you need to actually take a minute to calculate your measures, sweetheart."
She began stretching our her arms, crossing one over her chest while holding it in place with her other arm, "why do you think Kyle and I took a little break? It's not like we were on vacation. We were sitting back and watching. Observing the drama and the sad excuses for wrestlers that NFW has to offer. Biding our time. Waiting for the exact right time to strike. Because if you're going to be attacking someone, you've got to do your homework. Who are their friends? Will these friends come out to defend their falling comrade? Can you take them all? Can you even handle the one that you attacked to get attention in the first place? Will you actually listen to any of this advice?" she shrugged, turning her back to the camera and bending over, wrapping her arms around her calves and looking at the camera between her legs. "Probably not, but that's just to my advantage, isn't it?"
Kimi continues her stretching exercises as the cameras cut back to ringside.
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As the show returned from a commercial break, the cameras found Commissioner Steven Brody himself, standing in the ring at a table with two microphones and a red and black folder, bearing the New Frontier Wrestling logo on the front of it. Holding a third mic in his hand, Steven Brody looks around at the buzzing crowd with a smirk on his face. He raises the mic up to speak.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you’ve been enjoying tonight’s show, thus far. Rest assured, we’ve got a lot more in store for you!” Brody pauses to let the crowd react in excitement before he continues. “Now, technically, as this is a women’s division matchup, you’d have General Manager Elizabeth Greene standing here. However, she’s setting things up for the Women’s World Championship contract signing, later this evening. So! That being said, and as NFW Commissioner, I told her I’d take care of this one. So, to get down to business; next week, in Detroit, Michigan, we’ve got one hell of an event lined up for the fans known as Motor City Mayhem! You guys excited?”
Steven Brody raises the microphone up to pick up the roar from the crowd that rolls in. He brings it back down to his level and continues. “I’ll take that as a definite yes. So, without further adieu. Ms. Greene’s got the Women’s World Title signing taken care of later. But right now, let’s welcome the women that are gonna be competing in this ring next week for our Women’s Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, the challengers. Indianapolis, give it up...for the SKILLZ VENDORZ!”
Steven Brody extends his hand out, pointing to the stage as the lights immediately go dim and start flashing a multitude of colors. However, this time, instead of Waters of Megalovania playing, their alternate theme of the Power Rangers instrumental starts to play, drawing a pop from the crowd. This can only mean one thing as, not only do Katrina Cage and Sammi Belmont appear on stage, but they are joined by their fellow stable member, Mary Kennedy. All girls are dressed, respectfully in their own choice of casual attire that proudly professes their nerdom. Sammi, especially, is wearing a Pikachu hat over her head. The three girls hit the stage with as much energy as they would during an actual match before coming down the ramp, slapping hands with the front row and sliding into the ring.
HANSON
“Well, I didn’t think Mary Kennedy would be out here with Sammi and Kat but well...the more the merrier!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey they’re a team, Nicky! Besides, Mary kicked some ass earlier, she deserves more screen time!”
Each Skillz Vendor hits a turnbuckle, amping up the audience as the age-old Power Rangers music tears through the arena. Finally, they hop down and meet up on one end of the table after taking turns shaking the hand of the Commissioner. The crowd noise quiets down as Steven Brody raises his microphone up again.
“Welcome, ladies.” He says, nodding to Kat, Sammi and Mary before turning to the audience. “And now, introducing their opponents for Motor City Mayhem. Representing The Kingdom. They! Are! The NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! FIRE...AND...ICE!” Again, Steven Brody’s hand snaps out to point towards the stage.
“A Song of Ice and Fire” begins to play as the duo of Fire and Ice walk out onto the ramp. The crowd gives them a welcome with boos as they stand there staring down at the ring and they simply raise their titles up in the air. The duo have on jeans and a Kingdom t-shirt as they make their way down to the ring. The two ladies hop up to the ring apron and step in. Fire immediately gets up in the face of Katrina and starts mouthing off to her as she holds the title up, seemingly mocking her. The two don’t pay any attention to Steven, instead they’re only focused on the trio in front of them. Fire eventually backs away and stands next to her partner and pats Ice on the shoulder with a very cocky grin.
Once the music fades out, Steven Brody looks between both teams silently at first before raising the microphone up. “We good, ladies?” Once he has confirmation from both sides, he opens the folder on the table in front of him. “So, we have here, the contract to make next week’s tag team title match official. You all know this is a Pure Rules Match. Both teams will have a shared, I stress specifically, a shared three chances at a rope break in the case of a submission or pin attempt. There will be no closed fist punches to the face allowed. Should that rule be broken, the offending member’s team will lose one of their allotted rope breaks. If they are out of rope breaks upon said violation, they will be disqualified. That being said, it brings us to the next rule. There is no champions advantage in this match. If the defending champions, Fire and Ice…” he looks towards the members of The Kingdom, “...are disqualified or counted out, they will lose the Women’s Tag Team Championships and the Skillz Vendorz will become the new champions. I’m assuming both sides understand these rules?” Steven Brody waits for the acknowledgement of both teams before he pulls a pen from his jacket pocket and sets it down on the contract. “In that case, who would like to sign first? You’ll have the opportunity to share your thoughts, as well.” He says, motioning towards the microphones in front of the teams.
Fire immediately picks up the pen and grabs her microphone as she holds it up towards her mouth as the crowd once again begins to boo her. She just rolls her eyes as she looks at the challengers for the tag titles.
“I see you had to just bring your friend out here too. It’s a shame you two couldn’t come out here to face us on your own. It’s kind of sad, if you ask me. Don’t you agree, Ice?”
Ice nods her head in agreement and just stands there behind Fire with her title slung over her shoulder.
The third member of Skillz Vendorz tilted her head with a sarcastic pout, looking over to her stablemates future opponents. “Aww, what’s wrong ladies? Afraid of lil’ ol’ me?” Seeing as how Mary was still a teenager, she still had that kamikaze sense of being indestructible and never backed down from anything.
“Careful, kid, there’s a fine line between being confident and stupid and we wouldn’t want you crossing that line with us, would we?”
Fire laughs, turning her attention away from Mary and truly focuses on Sammi and Katrina as she begins to speak once again.
“You two are going to be so far out of your element when you step into the ring with us next week in Detroit. See, a match like this requires you to be ruthless and strategic. Those ropes are your best friend for a short little while in this kind of environment and then poof, Ice has you locked into the Icicle again and having you screaming like a bitch as you get forced to tap the fuck out. This match was our idea and there’s no way that we’re going to lose what we earned in our first defense. We both have sacrificed too damn much to be where we are now. We’ve clawed and scratched our way to the top and two little nerds like you aren’t going to stop us.”
Fire holds up the title one last time before grabbing the pen and signing her name to the contract before handing off the pen to Ice who signs her name. Fire grabs the pen once again and simply shoves it into the chest of Katrina and stands back.
The crowd let out an audible ‘ooooooooh’ as Katrina went back a step from having the pen shoved into her chest. She started to step forward before Sammi stuck out an arm and kept her from going off. Instead, Katrina holds the pen in one hand and picks up the microphone meant for her team. “Nerds, huh?” Katrina’s purple painted lips curled into an amused smirk. “Said the pot to the kettle, miss ‘I wonder if I should play some Minecraft.’” Katrina stuck an index finger to her chin, giving a mock look of contemplation before scowling at Fire and Ice. “I’m not gonna knock you for that. Great game. You should try it with mods. There’s graphic enhancers that make that shit look on point. Anyway! You two keep making it clear that you don’t really see what you’re up against, next week. You wanna keep taking jabs at our hobbies like it’s all we pay attention to. Like we don’t assert ourselves enough in what keeps a roof over our heads and puts food on the table. News flash, chica!” Katrina leans forward and keeps the pen under her thumb as her fingers flare out. “This business is what brought me and Sam here together. Sure, we may have met on Black Ops 2, multiplayer.” Katrina paused and smirked, turning to the smallest of the Skillz Vendorz. “Which I still remember we walked out of that round with one sick streak, right?”
Sammi grins cutely and bangs fists with Katrina before Kat continues, going serious again. “But when we weren’t kicking back and scoring headshots, we were busting our asses on separate indie circuits, trying to make a name for ourselves! And we became damn good at it! So good that talent scouts for this company reached out to us before they reached out to two already established pros with chips on their shoulders!” She nodded at FIre and Ice, clearly meaning them. “And as far as Mare Bare being out here with us? She’s out here because she supports her friends. She supports her team! Something I don’t….” Kat trailed off and looked passed Fire and Ice, standing on her tiptoes as if trying to see something in the distance before going flat on her feet again and tilting her head at their opponents. “I don’t see your Kingdom here, cheering their girls on. Funny, huh? But Mary’s here because she’s more than just a tag team partner. She’s become like family to us. Family stick together. Sam and me? We’re like family, too. Been that way for over two years now. You wanna act like some special rules are gonna give you an advantage? Think again, because once we’re in that ring, there ain’t no history books being written with anything new because as I remember the last time we actually went one on one as a team? We were the ones…” Kat motions between herself and Sammi, “...who came out on top. So we’re down for your little game. You can call it part two and it’s gonna be one of those rare cases of the sequel being better than the original, because next week, we’re coming out in first place and those--” Kat jabs a finger at the titles on Fire and Ice’s shoulders, “--are coming home to a tag team with real skillz!” Kat slams the microphone down onto the table and signs her name onto the dotted line before passing the pen off to Sammi.
Sammi Belmont takes the pen and picks the microphone up. She brings it up to her mouth and pouts playfully as she looks up and over at Kat before looking back to Fire and Ice. “Well bloody hell, she kinda said a mouthful for both of us there, yeah? I dunno what to say! Except!” Sammi dramatically shoots a hand up into the air with her finger out. Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops into a goofy, mock smile at the champions. “We’ve got some bad news for you lot if you think cutting down rope breaks is gonna give you a bloody advantage. Because we’re prepared to beat you at your own game! See, as much as we adore Mare Bare here and she’s been our friend for some time now, as luck would have it, we ended up with a little bonus just recently! See...Mary here’s got herself a boyfriend with some wicked cool connections!” Sammi looked at Mary with a wide grin on her face. “Connections that came in handy for this little stipulation you tried to get an upper hand on us with. See...her boy Stallion, if you’ve been paying attention is...how to say it? Well, he’s pretty bloody tight with this guy I think people know about. Been in this business since I was still crawling in a nappy. Goes by the name of…” Sammi mockingly scratches her head like she’s ‘trying to remember’ before snapping her fingers. “Oi! That’s it! Scott -- Friggin -- Leroux! The bloody Tapout King!” Sammi pauses as the audience pops at the name of the NFW veteran. “You wanna talk about locking one of us in a submission hold? I’ll be honest. Both of us bloody suck at submission holds. We’re garbage at it. But when we realized we needed to step our game up, we knew who to turn to. So you lot might wanna think again if you think we need to rely on these bloody ropes to stay alive because next week, the Kingdom..part of it at least...are gonna be the next ones to BOW…” Sammi throws her arm with the mic up and lets the crowd finish,
“...TO THE KING!”
Nodding confidently, Sammi lowers the mic back down and starts signing her name on the contract while Katrina gives Mary a hilarious look of confusion before turning to Sammi. When Sammi leans back up, Kat takes the mic from her. “Umm...how are they gonna bow to the King if Scott’s not even in the match?”
Sammi stops and thinks, pulling the microphone over to herself. “Well I mean…”
Fire takes this moment to interrupt the two as she brings the mic up to her mouth. “Enough already! God, you two talk way to fucking much! Seriously, I was starting to wonder if you two were going to go on for fucking ever.” Fire looks at the two of them, a serious look of annoyance on her face now as the crowd boos her for the interruption. “Oh please, I saved you guys from more boring banter between the two of them. You should be thanking me!”
Fire looks around at the crowd for a moment before turning her attention back to the duo challenging them.
“You two think you had it so fucking hard coming up in this business. Two years? Wow, good fucking job. We busted our asses for three years before finally being noticed. And as for nobody in the Kingdom being out here watching our backs and supporting us, we all handle our business on our own unless there’s a need for us not to. The only time we went all gang warfare was when our precious faerie behind me was attacked and put into a hospital. We don’t go around getting ourselves involved in the business of other members of our family. Hell, Sativa is going to be out here later tonight.” At the mention of her name, the boos in the crowd begin to swell once more as Fire and Ice simply roll their eyes. “Not one of us is coming out with her, even if my girl here is personally torn with her feelings in that match.”
Fire hands the contract over to Steven and flips the table over onto its side as she once again gets up in the face of Katrina as Ice stands in front of Sammi and the two raise their titles up. Fire once again brings the mic to her mouth and begins to speak. “I’m done with all the talking, I’m ready to beat some ass and show you two the first win was nothing but a fluke.” Fire drops the mic and stands there in front of Katrina for a moment with a smirk on her face before piefacing the woman and shoving her back.
HANSON
“Whoooooo-hooaaaaaa. Careful now! Match is next week girls!”
The crowd began to buzz as Katrina stumbled back from the pieface. The oldest of the Skillz Vendorz forced a smile to her two team mates, shaking her head as if saying to them ‘it’s cool. I’m good.’ Just as the crowd started to die down, Katrina suddenly turned and ran right into Fire with a double leg takedown, taking herself and the redhead down as the two started trading blows on the mat. The crowd immediately started going nuts! Sammi stood back with Mary, tensing up as she looked at Steven Brody and then over at Ice for a moment. Sammi looked at Mary and shrugged, visibly mouthing ‘Fuck it!’ The crowd got louder as Sammi turned back to Ice and launched herself right at the other half of the Women’s Tag Team Champions and started trading shots back and forth.
AUGUSTINO
“AYE DIOS MIO!! THEY AIN’T WAITING TIL DETROIT, CABRON!! LET’S DO THIS SHIT NOW!”
“Hey, hey HEY!!” Steven Brody yelled into the microphone to no avail. “ALL OF YOU, STOP!” When he realized they weren’t letting up, Brody looked over at Mary Kennedy as if expecting her to do something.
Mary smiled, shaking her head at the older four women in the ring, standing back far enough to be out of the fray. She gave Steven a nod before casually making her way between the bodies and finding one of the discarded microphones. “Um… maybe I can get a chance to speak for myself now,” she started off after bringing the mic up to her mouth. “I’m here to remind everyone that Skillz Vendorz is a trio, not just a duo. Plus you know,” she shrugged looking over to Steven Brody. “I was kinda hoping to negotiate a Freebird Rule into all of this,” she smiled sweetly as if that were her terms to break up the scuffle.
Steven Brody looked at Mary, almost a little dumbfounded as the other four women continued scrapping in separate corners of the ring. “You’re bringing this up now? Really?” Steven rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head to himself. Visibly, he muttered ‘give me a break’ before looking back up at Mary. “If it makes you feel any better, fine! That’s already an established rule, anyways! If Kat and Sammi win, the Skillz Vendorz can defend the belts under Freebird Rule, now do something for God’s sake!”
“Hey, you were standing right here, not like I could have gotten a word in edgewise before,” she shrugged. She looked to either corner of the corners where the others were fighting, sizing up each situation carefully. She nodded, mostly to herself before handing over the microphone and heading over to the closer of the two corners.
AUGUSTINO
“Wait, are we gonna see a three on two here? What’s she gonna--”
Miranda Augustino stopped short as the crowd reacted with a mixture of cheers and boos as the camera switched to the ramp to catch Morgan Payne of both The Kingdom and Iron Maidens, respectfully, coming down the ramp in her own usual style of street clothes and sliding into the ring. The tatted up tomboy immediately blocked Mary Kennedy’s path to the corner she chose where Fire and Katrina were going at it. Morgan spread out her arms and shook her head, refusing to let Mary by, mouthing. “Back off, chick. Let ‘em handle this.”
Mary tilted her head, grinning, “hell yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” she mouthed back in response. She gave a nod before kicking the older girl in the knee and shooting Steven Brody a quick “Sorry!” with an innocent smile before jumping on Morgan.
HANSON
“WHOA!! Now wait a damn minute! What the hell?”
AUGUSTINO
“Fuck it! Fight’s on, people!”
Morgan went down underneath Mary and the two rolled out of the ring, mixing shots back and forth in a confusing scrap outside. Meanwhile, the other pair offs of Kat with Fire and Sammi with Ice also spilled out onto the floor as Steven Brody stood in the ring, waving down referees, security, whoever he could get to come down and break the chaos up. The fans were completely into it, though, as the two pairs set to meet at Motor City Mayhem, in addition to Mary and Morgan continued to brawl back and forth, pulling no punches against one another.
HANSON
“I think Morgan came out here just to keep things even but I can’t be sure!”
AUGUSTINO
“You and I both know that bad bitch loves a fight and so does little Mare Bare! The fuck is boss man calling security out for?!”
HANSON
“Well this whole thing has gotten out of hand! We gotta take a quick commercial break while we get this under control folks! We apologize for this!”
AUGUSTINO
“The fuck you apologizing for?! These bitches are loving this!”
HANSON
“Will you stop?”
Miranda Augustino was briefly seen standing out of her chair, joining the crowd in the outright cheering for the brawl as the shot faded out to a commercial on one more glimpse of the Skillz Vendorz and the three members of The Kingdom battling it out.
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[Match #4. Singles - Cherry Addams v. Kimi Smalls]
The lights go out as “Summer Breeze” by Type O Negative comes on through the speakers. The lights come on around the ramp and stage as a dark, eerie red shade. Almost reaching violet as candles light up along the stage and a glowing red pentagram lights up on the center of the stage. Each point of the pentagram has a burning candle on the end. Throughout the audience, lighters are seen, helping to set the mood of the scene.
See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright
As the lyrics start, the center of the pentagram is revealed, upon closer inspection, to be hollowed out. Suddenly, however, it is slowly filled as the panel below raises up, bringing “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams, up onto the stage. Cherry is crouched but once the panel is raised in place, she slowly, sensually, stands to her feet, slowly spreading out her arms like a demon stretching her arms upon her ascent to Earth.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first!! From The Endless Void!!! She is The Walking Contradiction!! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”
Cherry Addams steps out of the pentagram, approaching the ring seductively and methodically as she watches the ring with a blood thirsty little smile on her lips.
See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor
Upon reaching the ring, Cherry climbs up onto the apron and flexibly slides under the bottom rope, moving to her corner.
As "Gasoline" begins to play, the stage area goes dark. On the screen there is the words "once a mob wife" are shown briefly on the screen before a few flashes of a girl in an underground street fight, completely obliterating her male opponents. As the chorus hits the words "and still... she survived." flashed across the screen before KIMI SMALLS flashes in various shades of pink and purple and she emerges onto the stage with a stone cold glare on her face with a red and black bomber jacket with her name on the back on over her ring gear. She begins walking down to the ring as highlights of her career begin playing along with the song.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing her opponent! From Sleepy Hollow, New York! Representing the Smalls Twins! KIMI...SMALLS!!!”
Once she makes it down to the ring, she climbs the stairs and up onto the middle turnbuckle with an evil smirk, looking around at the crowd before climbing up onto the last turnbuckle and jumping off, doing a corkscrew into the ring. She bounces up and down a little and takes off the jacket, handing it to the timekeeper before going over to a corner and does a round-off/back handspring combo before stretching out a little more, getting ready for the match.
~DING DING DING~
At the sound of the bell, Cherry Addams and Kimi Smalls came to meet in the center of the ring, circling the mat as they prepared to lockup. As they brought up their hands and began to step in, however, Cherry feigned the lockup and caught Kimi off guard with a swift toe kick to the midsection, followed by a series of shots with a fist that backed the girl up into a corner. Once she had Kimi backed against the corner, Cherry moved to a series of knees to the ribs. When the ref started the count, Cherry backed up at 4 before stepping back in and hitting Kimi with a knife edge chop. Kimi clutched at her chest, leaning forward with a grimace of pain on her face. Cherry pushed her back up on the corner and delivered another chop across the chest. As Kimi leaned forward again, Cherry pushed her back into the corner and cocked back for another chop but this time she feigned the strike and simply poked Cherry right in the eyes with her fingers, prompting the referee to back her away and chide her for it.
HANSON
“Aw, now c’mon!”
AUGUSTINO
“Dirty! You’re better than that, Cherry!”
HANSON
“Exactly!”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t care what Jim says about you!”
HANSON
“And he does say a lot….”
Meanwhile, while the referee was arguing with Cherry Addams, Kimi Smalls shook her head clear and climbed up onto the top turnbuckle. She waited just long enough before diving off and sailing over the referee, who scrambled out of the way at the last second and hit Cherry with a missile dropkick to a pop from the crowd. As Cherry started getting right back up, Kimi ran in to grab her around the head and drove her down with a Snap DDT and floated over for a pinfall attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
To the surprise of the crowd, Cherry grabbed Kimi around the shoulder and between the legs in a crossbody hold and kicked out of the pin by rolling backwards and up onto her knees, lifting Kimi up. Using her strength, she stepped up onto her feet, holding Kimi still in her arms. Throwing herself back, Cherry sent Kimi across the ring with a fallaway slam. Kimi, however, rolled up onto her feet, fighting through the pain of the impact and came back with a hesitation dropkick right to Cherry’s back as she sat up after performing the slam. As Cherry fell back to the mat, Kimi was right up on her, taking her by the arm and delivering a handstand kneedrop right onto the inside of Cherry’s elbow. Without wasting a single moment, Kimi delivered another kneedrop, followed by a leglock armbreaker, working on wearing Cherry’s arm down.
AUGUSTINO
“That’s how ya gotta handle the ones stronger than you, Nick! Wear down an arm or a leg. Something so they can’t use their power!”
HANSON
“And we also know what Kimi’s setting up for when she starts going for the arm of her opponent.”
AUGUSTINO
“Yup! Gonna go for that Sweet Release!”
Kimi continued working on Cherry’s arm, pulling her up off of the mat and bringing a forearm down onto her elbow and shoulder before going for an Irish whip. Cherry attempted to reverse it, slinging Kimi into the ropes but immediately grabbing at her arm. As Kimi came back, Cherry went for a back elbow smash but Kimi ducked underneath and hit the other side of the ropes, springing off and coming back to deliver an arm drag right on that same arm. As Cherry rolled across the mat into a situp position, Kimi ran to the ropes again and springboarded off again, delivering another dropkick. Kimi covered Cherry again, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Cherry got the shoulder up, shoving Kimi off of her as she sat up, grasping at her shoulder. As Kimi moved in to pick Cherry up onto her feet again, Cherry lunged in and raked at the eyes of Kimi to the boos of the audience and the chiding of the referee. Stepping passed the referee, Cherry wrapped her arms around Kimi’s waist and snapped her overhead for a belly to belly suplex. Cherry got back to her feet, shaking out her elbow and rolling her shoulder, sneering now. Now it was Cherry’s turn to run off of the ropes, delivering a sliding lariat with her opposite arm. The impact snapped Kimi back down to the mat as Cherry got to her feet and followed up with a brutal senton across the midsection. Cherry rolled over onto her stomach, covering Kimi and pressing onto her shoulders with her stronger arm.
ONE!
TWO!
Kimi used her legs to kick out of the pin which only frustrated Cherry even more. Looking angrier, Cherry pulled Kimi up by the hair, ignoring the referee and stepped in with a stiff European Uppercut. Kimi stumbled back and Cherry followed up with a kick to the midsection, setting her up for a powerbomb. As Cherry went for the lift, however, that pain shot through her shoulder and she grabbed at her arm again. Kimi slipped free from the setup position and NAILED Cherry Addams with a superkick. As Cherry stumbled back, Kimi ran right in and hopped up, catching her by the head to deliver the Makeover!!
HANSON
“MAKEOVER!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“That’ll do it!!”
Immediately after the Makeover, Kimi took hold of that arm of Cherry’s she’d been working on throughout the match and twisted around, rolling Cherry right into the Sweet Release to the thunderous pop of the crowd. Cherry grimaced, beginning to cry out in pain as she fought against the hold, trying to bend her arm in but Kimi had the torque applied and legs wrapped around her body as she pulled on her arm. Cherry continued to thrash and wriggle until she was able to get a foot onto the bottom rope, causing the break. Kimi released her arm and got up to her feet, pulling Cherry up with her. The crowd’s excitement rose again as she went right into the setup for The New Legend. As Kimi lifted Cherry up, Cherry slipped through and landed behind her on her feet and shoved Kimi towards the ropes. Kimi hopped up onto the ropes, coming off for an attempt at a hurricanrana but Cherry caught her up on her shoulders and managed to drive her down for a brutal powerbomb! Gritting her teeth, Cherry used her good arm for the majority of the lift as she hoisted Kimi up and drove her down again!
HANSON
“OHH!!! DOUBLE POWERBOMB!!”
AUGUSTINO
“SHE’S NOT DONE YET, NICK!!”
One more time, Cherry let out an angry yell as she lifted Kimi up and SLAMMED her down onto her shoulders and neck for a third and final powerbomb, pressing herself forward and over onto her dazed opponent for the cover.
HANSON
“Will that do it?!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!”
~DING DING DING~
“Summer Breeze” filled the arena as Cherry Addams rolled over, sitting up and holding onto her arm. Glaring down at Kimi Smalls, she shook her head, rolling out of the ring and went right to a steel chair before sliding back into the ring.
HANSON
“What’s Cherry doing now? She doesn’t need that!”
AUGUSTINO
“Try telling her that, Nicky!”
Cherry’s music faded out as it was clear she wasn’t finished. As Kimi slowly started recovering from the triple powerbomb, reaching for the ropes, Cherry hovered over her, taunting her with rage in her eyes. She stepped back then, readying the chair in her hands as she prepared to strike, not even paying attention to the sudden pop from the crowd as SHELLEY SILVER came booking it down the ramp and sliding into the ring, nightstick in hand. Immediately, Cherry turned her aggression on Shelley and swung with the chair but Shelley ducked underheath it and, as Cherry spun back around, Shelley caught her with a backhand swing with the nightstick across the jaw.
HANSON
“And down goes Cherry Addams! A vicious shot with that nightstick! But Shelley Silver saved Kimi Smalls from something probably much worse!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, wait! Look out, Nick! Shelley’s got her back turned!”
As Miranda Augustino said this, the crowd erupted into an attempt to get Shelley to turn around as, from the audience, came Eddy Poe. Eddy Poe slid into the ring, wearing a sinister smile on his face as he waited for Shelley to turn around. As he looked ready to strike, Kimi Smalls was back on her feet and immediately sprung on the man, throwing wild shots at him. Eddy Poe countered back, grabbing Kimi by the throat with a sneer on his face. As he looked ready for a chokeslam, Shelley Silver turned around in time to notice and rushed in to pull the two apart. As she backed Kimi up, Eddy spun Shelley back around and nailed her in the midsection with a kick, starting to set her up for Enter The Bad Place while Kimi held a hand to her throat, catching oxygen again.
HANSON
“Wait a minute! Eddy’s got Shelley set up! If he hits this next week, we could see a new champion!”
Eddy Poe lifted Shelley Silver in a package hold, drilling her head into the mat with Enter The Bad Place. The crowd roared emphatically as Eddy released Shelley and left the Silver Mountain Champion laid out on the mat. He stood over her for a moment, tilting his head with a wicked grin on his painted face. Slowly, then, he lifted his gaze up just enough to watch Kimi Smalls on the mat. Helpless as she seemed, the Slasher dropped down and rolled out of the mat to meet up with Cherry Addams, throwing a friendly arm around his ‘daughter’s’ shoulders.
AUGUSTINO
“And the Slasher strikes again, Nicky!”
HANSON
“My god!! Is this a preview of next week when Poe and SIlver meet for the Silver Mountain Championship?!”
AUGUSTINO
“We’re sure as shit gonna find out! You know Shelley’s gonna remember this one!”
Winner: Cherry Addams
Result: Pinfall
Time: 8:57
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[Match #5. Singles - Nightcrawler v. Wyld Stallion © ]
AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Television Championship!”
"Spooky Scary Skeletons" comes on over the speakers, as the lights dim down again and flickering images of ghosts and skulls - more cartoonish than scary - sweep over the ring and arena floor. The crowd actually gets more into it as The Frighteners come running out onto the stage. They bob and sway to the music, throwing up their hands to 'BOO' at the crowd before beginning their approach to the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“Introducing first, the challenger! Being accompanied by Splatterday, representing the Frightners! NIGHTCRAWLER!!!!”
The Frighteners each take one side of the walkway as they approach the ring, moving along the crowd in a creeping, sneaky manner. At random points, one of them throws up their hands and lunges at a fan, yelling 'BOO! HA HA!!' The reaction is mixed as some fans jerk back, more so laughing out of enjoyment over it. Others just stare back at them, unphased at all. Reaching the ring, Splatterday hops over the top rope, athletically. Nightcrawler launches himself in a slingshot, flipping and landing on one knee and foot, throwing his hands up in the 'Boo' pose again. Splatterday poses behind him with his hands in the same motion. They hold the pose for a moment before moving to their corner as their music fades.
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~
The crowd was certainly buzzing about this one as the defending Television Champion and the high flyer of the Frightners met up in the center of the ring. The two circled around the mat, watching one another carefully, staying on their guard. After a moment, the two met with a collar and elbow tieup and began jarring for position. Wyld Stallion won the struggle, administering an arm wrench on the challenger. It didn’t take too long before Nightcrawler reversed out of it, rolling forward, then back, then kipping up onto his feet and running up the turnbuckle to come down and deliver an arm drag, bringing Wyld Stallion down to the mat. Stallion landed, sitting up, as he looked around at the audience. The man nodded to them, genuinely impressed at his opponent’s prowess. What he didn’t notice was Nightcrawler...well...literally crawling towards him, from across the ring. The fans, after applauding the Frightner’s takedown, all chuckled as they had an idea of what was probably coming. Sure enough, as Wyld Stallion came up onto a knee and turned around to face his opponent, Nightcrawler was right there up in his face as he lunged forward with a loud--
“BOO!”
Wyld Stallion jerked back, mostly out of having someone lunging in his face as Nightcrawler fell back onto his butt, pointing and holding his ribs as he laughed at the champion.
AUGUSTINO
“So spooky! Ain’t he, Nick?”
HANSON
“Hahaha, if you say so, Miranda.”
AUGUSTINO
“These fans say so! Well, some of them, anyway.”
“YOU’RE NOT SPOOKY!”
“YOU GOT SPOOKED!”
“YOU’RE NOT SPOOKY!”
“YOU GOT SPOOKED!”
“YOU’RE NOT SPOOKY!”
“YOU GOT SPOOKED!”
Nightcrawler, noticing the split reaction from the crowd looked back and forth at the audience, shrugging his hands up in comical confusion. What did they want from him?!
AUGUSTINO
“It’s okay, Nightcrawler! I think you’re spooky!”
Wyld Stallion got back to his feet, a little amused and nodded to Nightcrawler before motioning for him to come on and continue the match. Again, the two locked up with Wyld Stallion administering a hammerlock this time before shoving Nightcrawler into the ropes this time. Wyld Stallion went for a discus elbow but Nightcrawler ducked underneath and ran to the other side of the ring, springing off and coming back towards Wyld Stallion to deliver another armdrag. This time, however, Stallion cartwheeled through it and landed on his feet, immediately following up with a stiff dropkick to Nightcrawler’s chest when the man sat up. Nightcrawler snapped down to the mat, coming back up on reflex as Wyld Stallion advanced on him and lifted him right up into a suplex hold, with Nightcrawler’s legs going around his waist.
HANSON
“Whoa wait now! We’ve seen the champ nearly end matches with this maneuver!”
Wyld Stallion popped Nightcrawler up, flipping him over once to try and catch him into the powerbomb sitout follow up. As Nightcrawler landed on his shoulders, however, he snapped back, flipping Stallion right over into a hurricanrana with a cover attempt!
ONE!
TWO!
Wyld Stallion kicked out, shoving Nightcrawler forward right off of him and into the ropes. Wyld Stallion got to his feet, seeing the position Nightcrawler was in and immediately ran off of the ropes, going for a 619. The kick connected, sending Nightcrawler back to the center of the ring, staggered. Wyld Stallion hopped up onto the top rope and springboarded off of it, going for a forearm smash. Nightcrawler came to his senses just in time, however and went to counter with a superkick but Wyld Stallion miraculously caught the foot, landing on his feet. Wyld Stallion shook his head at Nightcrawler, denying the superkick but Nightcrawler attempted to catch him off guard with an enzuigiri. Stallion ducked underneath the incoming leg and released Nightcrawler’s other foot while grabbing him around the waist and going for a snap German Suplex. Nightcrawler landed on his feet and nailed Wyld Stallion in the back of the head with a superkick. This rocked Stallion enough for Nightcrawler to run off the ropes and come in for a cannonball roll, snapping Stallion down to the mat before covering him for the pinfall attempt again.
ONE!
TWO!
Wyld Stallion got the shoulder up, and Nightcrawler looked up at the ref, holding up three fingers. The ref shook his head, holding up two. Nightcrawler slumped his shoulders, shaking his head and shrugging his hands up before picking up Wyld Stallion onto his feet and grappled onto his head, delivering a few knee strikes before Irish whipping him into the corner. As Nightcrawler ran in, he looked ready for a full on charging maneuver but instead, he caught the ropes and hopped over onto the apron, hopping up and catching Stallion across the back of the head again with a pop up kick, sending him out of the corner. Nightcrawler hopped up onto the turnbuckle and waited for his opponent to turn around. As soon as Stallion turned, Nightcrawler flew off of the turnbuckle, going for a missile dropkick. Stallion sidestepped, knocking his feet away and caused Nightcrawler to crash down onto the mat. As the challenger rolled onto his back, Wyld Stallion hit a standing shooting star press down onto his opponent and hooked the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Nightcrawler got the shoulder up, staying alive in the match. Sitting back to catch his breath and hold the back of his head from the two kicks he had taken there thus far, Wyld Stallion listened as the crowd got behind him with a slow, motivating clap that gradually picked up in pace as he got to one knee and began pumping his arms. Once he was on his feet, he caught Nightcrawler around the waist and went for another German Suplex. This one hit as Nightcrawler landed on his neck and shoulders but Stallion held on, not finished yet. Instead, he rolled over onto his feet and picked Nightcrawler up again, delivering another German Suplex to the pop of the crowd who knew exactly what he was doing. Rolling to his feet from the side, again, Wyld Stallion completed the combination with a third, bridging German Suplex!!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--!
But Nightcrawler still got the shoulder up! Wyld Stallion pulled Nightcrawler back to his feet and delivered an Irish whip into the corner. Nightcrawler SLAMMED against the turnbuckle as Wyld Stallion came running in for a follow up. Nightcrawler was just able to hop up and over Stallion, causing the champion to crash into the corner while Nightcrawler rolled across the mat and came back up, turning towards him in a crouch, waiting. As Stallion stumbled out of the corner, Nightcrawler ran in delivering a shotgun dropkick! Wyld Stallion slammed back into the turnbuckle and slumped down to the mat, leaning back against the corner. Seeing an opportunity, Nightcrawler hurried to another corner on the same side and climbed to the top. He slowly stood up, pointing at Wyld Stallion with both index fingers, measuring up.
HANSON
“Ohhhhhh, what’s he doing, Miranda?!”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t know, Nicky! But I bet it’s spooooooky!”
The crowd went nuts as Nightcrawler left the turnbuckle, sailing across the side of the ring, delivering a lengthy dropkick to the downed champion.It looked like the maneuver knocked the wind out of him, as well, however, as he didn’t immediately go for the cover and just laid on the mat, looking about as dazed as Wyld Stallion was
HANSON
“I think Nightcrawler knocked himself about as silly as he did the champion!”
AUGUSTINO
“That was bad as shit, though! Should start calling himself Nightwing because that boy can fly!”
Nightcrawler was still the first one back to his feet, and he moved in to pick Wyld Stallion up for a suplex attempt. As he lifted him up, however, Wyld Stallion swung his legs back down to the mat and used the momentum to pop Nightcrawler up off of his feet into his own lift and drove the Frightner down with a brainbuster. With the crowd behind him, Wyld Stallion climbed to the top turnbuckle and measured up before coming off the top with a stunning shooting star press from above. He crashed right down onto Nightcrawler and hooked the leg, grimacing through the pain in his body.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“Here is your winner...AND STILL...NFW TELEVISION CHAMPION!! WYLD...STALLION!!”
Parkway Drive’s “The Void” filled the arena as Wyld Stallion rested on his knees while the referee handed him the TV Title. Catching his breath, Stallion pulled himself up to his feet and raised the championship up over his head as Nightcrawler made his exit up the back ramp where Splatterday stood waiting for him.
Winner: Wyld Stallion
Result: Pinfall
Time: 11:03
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[MAIN EVENT! Six-Man Tag - The Dominion Of Pain (Lasher/Doomsday/Belphegor) v. The Resistance (LeBrun/Wolfe/Stone) ]
Suddenly shattering the silence of the arena, a voice bellowed out from the speakers.
~BLOOD FOR FREEDOM~
The lights immediately dimmed down as the video wall came to life with the modified Rebel Alliance logo with the phrase “VIVA LA RESISTANCE’ flashing over.
So raise your banner, fight your war
Break the silence, no remorse
Won't die within
As the song started at the chorus, the curtain parted and the three scheduled members of The Resistance appeared. Chris Wolfe and Vincent Stone, both wearing their usual ring gear with stable t-shirts. With them, Max LeBrun appeared in his ring gear and entrance sunglasses, minus his usual coat which he swapped out for a Resistance t-shirt as well with the sleeves cut off. The three men take center stage with Max in the middle and he performs his usual entrance pose - slowly bringing up an open hand to the sky before snapping it down and throwing his other arm up with a fist. Pyro goes off on both sides of the stage as the VIVA LA RESISTANCE flag drops down like a war banner above them.
Blood for freedom
Raise your banner, won't you come
Fight the venom, the good die young
Won't die within
As the song continues, Max LeBrun, Chris Wolfe and Vincent Stone make their way down to the ring with a sense of purpose. Max pulls off his sunglasses and tosses them to a fan in the front row.
AUGUSTINO
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a six-man tag team match! Introducing first! At a combined weight of six hundred and forty pounds! Representing The Resistance! Vincent Stone…”Big Bad” Chris Wolfe...and “The Toronto Daredevil” Max LeBrun!!!”
Each man enters the ring in their usual manner. Chris Wolfe hops onto the turnbuckle, cupping his hands around his mouth and ‘howling’ to the crowd. Vincent Stone climbs another corner and brings his fists together in front of him before raising one above his head. Max repeats his stage pose on another corner, leading the audience in a “BLOOD FOR FREEDOM” call. Each man pulls off their shirt and throws it into the crowd before hopping down to the mat and joining one another in the ring as they look towards the stage for their opponents.
The lights suddenly go completely out, shrouding the arena in darkness as a choir of voices fill the arena in an eerie chorus.
~BELIAL...BEHEMOTH...BEELZEBUB….~
~ASMODEUS...SATANAS...LUCIFER….~
HANSON
“Ohhhhhh here we go, folks!”
As Ghost’s “Year Zero” continues, some of the crowd even singing along, the curtain slowly parts, revealing the towering tag team of Ultra-Violence. Coming out in between them and taking the foreground is a menacing figure in black ceremonial robes and a goat skull helmet. Beside him, Darius Crowley appears, carrying a tray of ashes.
Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice
Equal as parasites and moving without eyes
A day of reckoning when penance is to burn
Count down together now and say the words that you will learn
Judas Lasher, in his priest garb, steps forward to the center of the stage, opening his hands and raises them up. As if on command, the singing from the crowd swells in volume.
Hail Satan, Archangelo
Hail Satan, Welcome year zero
Hail Satan, Archangelo
Hail Satan, Welcome year zero
At the end of the chorus, Judas Lasher brings his hands down slowly and leads way down towards the ring. As they walk, he dips his thumb into the tray of ashes, ‘blessing’ any fan wearing D.O.P merchandise on the forehead with an inverted cross.
AUGUSTINO
“Their opponents! Being accompanied to the ring by Darius Crowley. At a combined weight of nine hundred and twenty five pounds! They are...Doomsday! Belphegor! And...the NFW World Champion, “The King of Pain” Judas Lasher...THE DOMINION...OF...PAIN!!!!”
Darius Crowley sets the tray of ashes in one corner, placing his hands together and bows his head to Judas Lasher in prayer. He fist bumps Ultra-Violence and makes his way back up the ramp towards the backstage area as Judas and Ultra-Violence enter the ring, coming to the center. Judas removes his goat skull helmet which Belphegor takes as the leader of the Dominion of Pain smirks evilly at the camera and opens his robe to reveal the World Championship glistening around his waist. As the music fades out, Judas removes his robe as Doomsday removes his hooded coat and Belphegor rolls his shoulders, loosening up. As the D.O.P take to their corner, Judas Lasher looks across the ring, meeting gazes with Max LeBrun.
The two veterans of the promotion and respected rivals smirk at one another. Judas looks down at the title around his waist as he unclasps it and looks back to Max, holding it up. Max nods, raising his eyebrows. He can be seen mouthing, ‘oh I’m coming for it.’ Judas grins in anticipation as he hands the title off to the referee and both teams begin quickly deciding who’s going to start.
~DING DING DING~
Judas and Max are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two men circle the ring before tying up. Judas with the size advantage is able to force Max into the ropes. The ref steps in and calls for a break and at the count of four, Judas breaks the hold and delivers a hard slap to the side of the face of Max. Max though, isn’t having any of that as he comes out of the ropes and just walks up to Judas and delivers a stiff forearm shot to the side of his head that stumbles Judas back a step. Judas though comes back with a knife edge chop. The two exchange forearms and chops as the crowd does the “Yay” “Boo” calls with each strike. Finally, Max strings together a few forearms to the face of Judas before grabbing him by the wrist and sending him into the ropes. Judas comes off the ropes and Max is able to drop the man with a standing dropkick.
HANSON
“Max LeBrun picking up a head of steam! This may be what he needs to win that championship next week!”
AUGUSTINO
“Off the same man he just flattened!”
Judas is quick to roll to his corner though and tags in Doomsday. Doomsday comes in and just charges at Max, turning him inside out with a shoulder tackle that sends him close to his own corner. Vincent reaches down and tags himself into the match as he slingshots himself in and looks for a crossbody, but Doomsday simply catches the man and lifts him onto his shoulders and delivers a Samoan Drop. Doomsday picks Vincent up off the mat and just throws him into the corner with relative ease. He comes walks over and tags in Bephegor. The other big man comes into the ring and grabs Vincent and throws him into the air where Doomsday catches him and delivers a powerslam. Bephegor goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Bephegor picks Vincent up and sends him into the ropes. The big man looks to deliver a big boot, but Vincent slides between the man’s legs. He then delivers a chopblock that brings Bephegor down to one knee. Vincent hits the ropes once again and this time delivers a knee to the side of the head that drops the man to the mat. Vincent immediately goes for the cover.
ONE!
Bephegor just throws Vincent off of him sending him halfway across the ring.
HANSON
“WHOA!!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Saw that shit!!
Bephegor gets up to his feet and grabs Vincent sending him into his team’s corner. Bephegor charges in and delivers a corner splash as Judas tags himself back into the match. Judas comes in and grabs Vincent. He takes Vincent over and down with a snap suplex before picking him back up and putting him up on his back and dropping down with a Gorry Bomb. Judas shoots the half and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Judas walks over to his corner where he tags Doomsday back into the match. Doomsday comes in off the tag and picks Vincent up off the mat. He puts Vincent up onto his shoulders and then lifts him up high in the air and walking around the ring a little bit showing off his brute strength before dropping Vincent stomach first across his knees. Doomsday picks Vincent up off the mat and sends him into the ropes. Vincent comes off the ropes and he gets turned inside out with The Shockwave by Doomsday who goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Chris comes in at the last moment and breaks up the count keeping his team in the match.
HANSON
“OH!! Just in time!!”
The ref tells Chris to get out of the ring and is momentarily distracted by that as Belphegor is now back in the ring and he and Doomsday hit the ropes and deliver a double splash to a standing Vincent, sandwiching him between the two big men. Chris is finally out of the ring as the ref turns around to see Belphegor in the match now instead of Doomsday. Belphegor picks Vincent up sends him into his corner. He points at Chris who reaches down and tags himself into the match.
HANSON
“And here comes the Big Bad Wolfe! He wants him some of one half of Ultra-Violence!”
AUGUSTINO
“Get some, big dog!”
Chris comes into the ring and charges right at Belphegor who goes for a clothesline, but Chris ducks under it. Chris hits the ropes and as Belphegor turns around, his legs are taken out with a basement dropkick that causes the big man to hit the mat face first. Chris follows it up by hitting the ropes and delivering a senton splash to the back of the big man before turning him onto his back and putting him into a seated position. Chris comes off the ropes and looks to hit a sliding clothesline, but Belphegor is up to his feet and grabs Chris, picking him up and slamming him down with a claw slam. Doomsday and Judas come in and knock Vincent and Max off the apron as Belphegor goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Ghost’s “Year Zero” resumes over the speakers again as Judas Lasher and Doomsday join Belphegor in the ring to celebrate. Judas Lasher motions to Ultra-Violence to leave Chris Wolfe alone and let him recover just as Max LeBrun slides back into the ring and is suddenly right up in Judas’ face. Ultra-Violence start to move in but Judas stops them with his arms out, acting as barriers. He smirks back at Max LeBrun who slowly grins back, nodding. ‘Fair play’ basically. The two men go to shake hands just as the crowd explodes into a pop. Doomsday and Belphegor suddenly notice something up the ramp and break off from their leader as Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous slide into the ring and go right for Ultra-Violence.
HANSON
“WHOA! What the hell are Matt and Rick doing out here?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Pre-emptive measure I guess!”
The two tag teams continue throwing shots back and forth as Judas Lasher looks questionably at Max LeBrun who throws his hands up and shakes his head. He had nothing to do with this. As Ultra-Violence and Turn-It-Up Express continued to brawl, a voice rang out over the speakers.
“Hey hey hey hey! HEY!! That’s enough!!!” The crowd applauded as Commissioner Steven Brody came storming out on stage with a microphone in hand. “All of you!! That’s enough!! Judas! For god’s sake, do something!”
At the sound of Brody’s voice, it became evident that Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic were now on the full defensive, no longer throwing shots out. It wasn’t until another voice sounded through the speakers that everything stopped dead.
“BELPHEGOR!!! DOOMSDAY!!! THAT IS ENOUGH!!!!” Judas Lasher’s voice echoed like the bellowing voice of the devil himself as the camera’s jumped over to show the man holding a microphone in the ring, looking firmly at the two giants.
“Thank you, Judas.” Steven Brody said, visibly sighing as he adjusted his collar. “Actually, you know what? I’m glad you two are out here, Rick and Matt. I was gonna make this announcement later tonight on social media but screw it. I got you all out here right now so here goes.” Steven Brody begins to pace back and forth on the stage. “So next week, you four get your Tartarus Prison Match that you’ve been squabbling over. As we all know, Doomsday, thanks to you and your bloodlust, you sidelined a handful staff basically forcing Matt and Rick to accept your terms. Well, mostly Matt. Not so much Rick. I know his crazy ass is always ready for a good bloodbath.” Brody smirks. The crowd laughs.
Rick Dickulous smiles big from ringside and throws Brody a thumbs up. “Fuck yeah, bud!”
“Matt, I know this is gonna be hard for you.” Brody says emphatically. “Frankly, it should have never come to this, but it has. However, I realized I forgot one important piece of business regarding this match. I forgot to assign a referee. And to be honest, I’ve been trying all week and none of my referees want anywhere near this match. But then, I got a phone call from someone who’s had some time off. I asked how he was doing. See, he had a little accident with his neck not too long ago. He said ‘Steve, I’m doing good. I’m doing good and I’d like to come back to work.’ So I said ‘great! I’ve got something you can do next week in fact! Just need you to sign the papers, waivers and all that.’ He said ‘I’ll be there.’ So we just signed those papers, matter of fact. So without further adieu -- oh and Doomsday? Belphegor? You’re gonna love this one! I want you to meet your referee for next week in the Tartarus Prison Match. He was very happy to accept the task because frankly, he deserves a little retribution after what you two sons of bitches did to him. I give you...your referee for the Tartarus Prison Match. NFW Senior Official, James Greer!”
The NFW Collision theme plays as the curtain parts and James Greer steps out onto the stage, wearing casual clothing and an NFW jacket on. A neckbrace can be seen around his neck. He steps up beside the Commissioner, scowling hatefully down the ramp at Doomsday and Belphegor.
AUGUSTINO
“WHOOOAAAA-HOOOOAAAAA!!”
HANSON
“Senior Official James Greer!! He’s back!!!”
WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!
James Greer finally smiles a little, humbled by the crowd and waves to them.
“Jim. Welcome back, man.” Steven Brody says, shaking the referee’s hand. “You got anything you’d like to say?”
Jim thinks for a minute before taking the microphone. He reaches up and pulls the neckbrace off of his neck to the pop of the crowd. James Greer lifts his gaze back up at the ringside area and raises the microphone up. “I’ll see you bitches next week in Detroit.” James Greer drops the microphone and throws Ultra-Violence two middle fingers to an even bigger pop.
HANSON
“HOW’S THAT FOR A STATEMENT?!”
AUGUSTINO
“That’s why he’s our Senior Official! The man takes no shit from anybody!”
Doomsday and Belphegor look at each other, more or less unreadable in their body language. Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic, however, back up the ramp, amping up the crowd and pointing tauntingly at Ultra-Violence. Judas Lasher exchanges a look with Max LeBrun again who shrugs and returns to his team to make their own exit.
HANSON
“Well that was one hell of a main event folks but even bigger news at the end! James Greer is back and he’s gonna be officiating the match involving the men who almost broke his damn neck!”
AUGUSTINO
“Karma’s a fucking bitch!”
HANSON
“We’re gonna take one more commercial break, folks and when we come back, General Manager Elizabeth Greene will be overseeing the contract signing for the Women’s Championship match to take place at Motor City Mayhem!”
Winners: The Dominion of Pain
Result: Pinfall
Time: 26:09
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*An old black and white movie showing men 50 feet away from the camera walking into a snow covered firest. The old reel skips in places, every so often there seem to be small jumps in time. The men all carry buckets and appear to be laughing silently as soft music plays. A soothing male voice speaks over the music*
"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."
*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*
"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."
*Dark brown, viscuous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*
"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"
*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"
*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*
"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"
*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*
"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"
*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*
"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"
*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*
"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."
"Man, fuck the kids..."
*Rick looks into the camera*
"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."
*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*
"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"
*The off camera voice again audible*
"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."
*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*
"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."
*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscuous, looking almost like real blood*
"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"
*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera. The camera cuts to a table with a plate of pancakes stacked on top as Rick Dickulous' hand slams a bottom of Tree Blood Syrup down right next to it.*
"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."
*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*
"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."
*Dark brown, viscuous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*
"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"
*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"
*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*
"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"
*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*
"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"
*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*
"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"
*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*
"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."
"Man, fuck the kids..."
*Rick looks into the camera*
"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."
*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*
"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"
*The off camera voice again audible*
"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."
*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*
"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."
*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscuous, looking almost like real blood*
"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"
*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera. The camera cuts to a table with a plate of pancakes stacked on top as Rick Dickulous' hand slams a bottom of Tree Blood Syrup down right next to it.*
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As the show returns from a final commercial break, the camera finds Women’s Roster, General Manager, Elizabeth Greene in the ring. Like Steven Brody earlier, she’s standing by table with two microphones and an NFW folder. Smirking to the audience, Elizabeth brings up her own microphone.
“What is up, INDIANAPOLIS?!?!” Her hand with the mic shoots out to pick up the roar of the audience before bringing it back towards her. “That’s what I like to hear. Sounds like you all had a good time tonight, yeah?” She pauses again. The Indiana crowd shake the arena once more. Elizabeth keeps her smirk as she brings the mic up again. “You know we’re not finished yet, though. We’ve still got a deal to seal. And that deal, of course, is the Women’s Championship Match at Motor City Mayhem! Now! This one’s got a little heat around it so I’m not gonna stand here and bore you guys with a long winded opener. Let’s just bring out the girls and get things moving, huh? First, let’s bring out the challenger! From San Diego, California. She is the number one contender to the NFW Women’s Championship. Representing The Resistance, “Lionheart” ALEX...BRODY!!”
“What is up, INDIANAPOLIS?!?!” Her hand with the mic shoots out to pick up the roar of the audience before bringing it back towards her. “That’s what I like to hear. Sounds like you all had a good time tonight, yeah?” She pauses again. The Indiana crowd shake the arena once more. Elizabeth keeps her smirk as she brings the mic up again. “You know we’re not finished yet, though. We’ve still got a deal to seal. And that deal, of course, is the Women’s Championship Match at Motor City Mayhem! Now! This one’s got a little heat around it so I’m not gonna stand here and bore you guys with a long winded opener. Let’s just bring out the girls and get things moving, huh? First, let’s bring out the challenger! From San Diego, California. She is the number one contender to the NFW Women’s Championship. Representing The Resistance, “Lionheart” ALEX...BRODY!!”
Fozzy’s “Burn Me Out” filled the arena as the Resistance’s modified Rebel Alliance logo appeared on the video wall, interchanging with the word “LIONHEART”. The lights began flashing green and blue as Alex Brody stepped out through the curtain. In spite of the mood of things revolving around this match, lately, the Lionheart was all smiles to the fans as she waved with both hands before coming down the ramp, high fiving everyone that she could. Alex stopped to “awe” over a little girl in the front row who had done her best to dress up as her. After a quick hug to the little fan, Alex entered the ring, shaking Elizabeth’s hand before taking her position at the end of the table. Only at this point, did the infectious smile disappear from her face and she scowled up towards the ramp.
Elizabeth raises the microphone to continue but pauses as the crowd takes a moment to continue chanting.
LIONHEART! LIONHEART! LIONHEART! LIONHEART!
Alex managed another smile, albeit a small one to the fans before turning her less than amused eyes towards the stage again.
Elizabeth Greene continues, then. “Welcome, Alex. Obviously the fans are excited. Now!” Elizabeth turns back towards the ramp, as well. “Introducing her opponent for next week. From Los Angeles, California! Representing The Kingdom. She is your NFW Women’s World Champion! Please welcome, Darth Ganja...SATIVA...NEVAEH!”
The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.
“That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho”
The intro to "Voodoo" by Nyxx fills the arena as green lasers shoot up and wave around the entrance area and blue strobe lights light up the arena. Shapes start to take form in the static on the screen. The silhouette of a petite woman, a cross, a pot leaf, and a skull. They fade in and out, making you wonder if you actually saw them.
“They call me killer, call me some kind of freak
But they keep calling me, they're calling on me
Oh yeah
I've got them praying, sweating and shaking
Now I've got my eye set on you”
Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd, THE NFW Women’s Title strapped around her waist. Despite wearing a mask, you can tell she is smirking. The crowd rains down hate on her. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring.
“They call me conjurer, they say I'm divine
But shade is poison, my past lovers in mind
Hell yeah, I curse them all
Fathers and brothers, for the hell that they all put me through
I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
I've got you under my spell
And I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
What will you say about me?”
She makes it to ringside and climbs the steps. She enters through the ropes and heads to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She then moves to the set-up table and takes a seat.
Sativa picks up the microphone that was sitting on the table in front of her. “So, you finally decided to put on the big girl panties and go through with your ill-thought-out challenge?”
Snatching up her own microphone, Alex just scowled back at Sativa. “Talk all the trash you want ‘champ.’ I didn’t come here to exchange pleasantries.” Leaning forward, Alex picks up the pen, opens the folder and signs her name on the contract. Once she’s done, Alex closes it and slides it across the table, raising the microphone again. “All I will say, is this. That title? Is mine. And I’ve thought about this a lot more than you like to think I have. At Motor City Mayhem? I’m getting MY belt back, and I’m putting an end to all of you crap!” Alex slams the mic down on the table and sits back.
Sativa watches as Alex signs the contract. Her eyes light up as Alex finishes. She is practically bouncing in her seat. “So this is finally it! You and me, Alex. No running. No getting out of this. No backing down.” Sativa quickly takes up her pen and signs the contract. “There, now it’s official. Now you have made your bed, now lie in it. I want you to remember, Alex, that every bad thing that will come of this for you is YOUR fault. This is all on YOU. I didn’t want this. None of this was me. This was ALL you. Remember that, Alex. Remember that when your world crashes down around your ears!”
Alex had had enough of Sativa’s taunts and comments. She pops to her feet as does Sativa. The two move around the table and get into each other’s faces. They are nose to nose throwing insults back and forth. The crowd suddenly pops and cheers as Lilith comes running down the ramp. She slides into the ring and pushes herself between Alex and Sativa. She pleads with both of them to stop.
“Hey hey hey, whoa whoa!” Elizabeth Greene spoke up as things started to heat up. Greene, herself, came around the table to stand by the three women. Putting an arm between the champion and challenger, Greene looked between the two as she spoke. “Save it for next week. To be honest? I’m glad I’m not the only one that sees this whole thing blowing up into more than just a championship match.” Greene exchanges a look with Lilith as a thought appears to be rolling around in her head. “As a matter of fact?” Greene stepped back, after motioning for Alex and Sativa to back off of one another. “I think I’ve got an idea cooking up, right now.” Bringing the mic down, Greene paced around the ring as she looked at the three. “It’s no question that there’s some bad blood here between you two.” She pointed between Alex and Sativa. “But Ice here….” She pointed to Lilith, “She evidently cares about both of you. I mean, look...girlfriend.” Greene motioned to Alex. “Best friend.” She motioned to Sativa. “So there’s no favoritism, obviously. That being said! Let’s make this match a little more interesting, hmm?”
The crowd started to buzz with curiosity.
HANSON
“What’s she getting at?”
AUGUSTINO
“Beats me!”
“Ice, you’ve been in enough matches to understand the basics and all that, yeah?” Greene asked, smirking a little at the Kingdom’s little faerie.
Looking a little confused as to what the point was, Lilith nodded her head.
Elizabeth Greene nodded back. “Good good. Because, I think it’d be pretty cool next week if you pulled some double duty in Detroit. Because next week? When these two here…” She motioned between Alex and Sativa, “...get inside this ring to beat the hell out of each other? You’re gonna be the special guest referee.” Greene lowered the microphone, smirking still as the crowd gave a loud pop.
AUGUSTINO
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
HANSON
“WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
“Call it right down the middle, sweetheart!” Elizabeth Greene said, before setting down the microphone on the table and exited the ring, walking up the ramp. The camera left the GM and focused back on the three in the ring.
Sativa stood there her eyes shifting between Lilith and Alex. The slightest hint of a smirk curling the corner of her lips. She nods slowly and pats the NFW Women’s Title around her waist confidently.
Looking completely taken aback, Alex looked between Lilith and Sativa, evidently unsure of what to even say. When Sativa started smirking however, Alex stepped up and got in the woman’s face, prompting Lilith to step in and plead for them to leave each other alone for now.
AUGUSTINO
“Well how’s this for a sign off, Nick?!”
HANSON
“You said it, Miranda! Ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna see you all next week in Detroit! It’s Motor City Mayhem. You look in that ring now, you’re seeing the competitors in one of the main events. Alex Brody and Sativa Nevaeh for the Women’s World Championship and that little lady there -- Lilith Meadows -- just got assigned referee duty! We have no idea what impact this is gonna have. We’ll have to wait and see but for now, for Miranda Augustino, I’m Nick Hanson. We thank you for having joined us this evening. Don’t miss Motor City Mayhem, next week! So long, everyone!”
AUGUSTINO
“Deuces, bitches!”
Credits roll as the show goes off the air.
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Match Winners & Writers
Match #1. Mary Kennedy def. Aurora Riley written by FireAndIce
Match #2. William Mannheim def. Jason Goodnight written by Morgan Payne
Match #3. Eavan Maloney (c) def. Lluvia Cane written by FireAndIce
Match #4. Cherry Addams def. Kimi Smalls written by Morgan Payne
Match #5. Wyld Stallion (c) def. Nightcrawler written by Morgan Payne
Match #6. Dominion of Pain def. The Resistance written by FireAndIce
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Commentary Added By
Commissioner Steven Brody
