MOTOR CITY MAYHEM! Detroit, MI! 08/13/2019!

The camera sweeps across the inside of the Little Caesars Arena in Detroit, Michigan. The fans hold up their signs and chant for NFW as the pyro goes off.

HANSON
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Detroit, Michigan! This! Is! Motor! City! Mayhem!”

AUGUSTINO
“Awwwww yeah! This is it, Nick! Finally! People have been buzzing about this show for weeks and it’s finally here!”

HANSON
“It certainly is, Miranda! Certainly is! Let’s take a look at tonight’s competitors and see how everyone’s fairing!”

The camera cuts to the parking lot area where we see The Resistance just arriving to the arena. Walking through the parking lot, Max LeBrun, Alex Brody, Erin Mercer, Chris Wolfe, Vincent Stone and the Rebel Forces make their way towards the locker rooms. Erin is walking hand in hand with Bronwyn Good - there to enjoy the show with her girlfriend and help support Erin’s team. The crowd pops upon seeing the team arriving.

HANSON
“Aaaaand there they are, folks! Two of the headliners for our double main event! We’ll see Alex Brody challenge for the Women’s Championship. Max LeBrun will meet Judas Lasher in his long awaited rematch for the NFW World Championship!”

Alex Brody looks a little less than happy as the group walks in. Max LeBrun nudges her with an elbow and says something under the camera, offering a fist bump. Alex cracks a lovely smile and returns the bump just as Erin throws an arm around her best friend’s shoulders, amping her up.

AUGUSTINO
“And don’t forget about the boys, there! Teddy Morse and Chase Evans! The Rebel Forces got their shot at the Tag Team Championships tonight against the McKeesport Mafia!”

The camera shifts over to another part of the parking lot where the screen splits down the middle. On one side, we see the Dominion of Pain arriving. Judas Lasher walks in front, looking devilishly stylish in a black suit, red tie and sunglasses. Walking along beside him, Darius Crowley wears his own black suit. Behind them, the towering forms of Ultra-Violence loom like threatening behemoths. Belphegor hides his face under a pair of sunglasses and a bandana with a pentagram over his face. Doomsday actually has his mask on and the hood to his hoodie up over his head.

On the right side of the screen, The Kingdom are all getting out of a long, black stretch limousine. Even the ones not booked for a match are there to support those who are. Jasmine Matthews and Sativa Nevaeh lead the way as Lluvia Cane, Christina Olson, Lilith Meadows and Morgan Payne all walk right up with them.

HANSON
“And there on the right, we see The Kingdom folks! Sativa Nevaeh there, the Women’s Champion. She’ll defend against Alex Brody whom you saw earlier. Fire and Ice, the Women’s Champions, defend tonight against The Skillz Vendorz whom I believe are….”

The camera shifts to the inside of a locker room where we see Mary Kennedy, Katrina Cage and Samantha Belmont all posted up on a long couch with controllers in their hands, enjoying a game of Black Ops Zombies.

HANSON
“Right there. Doing what they love best, aside from wrestling.”

AUGUSTINO
“I’m not sure that’s how you prep for a match but they’ve pulled off wins before with that prep method so, whatever works!”

The camera shifts again to the inside of the House of Payne locker room where we see the Tag Team Champions getting ready. Marissa Payne is helping Big Daddy Payne tape up his hands while LeeAnn Viskan holds up a set of striking pads which Andrew Payne throws boxing shots at by her command.

HANSON
“And there are the two men that The Rebel Forces will face tonight. The Tag Team Champions, the McKeesport Mafia!”

Something gets everyone’s attention in the locker room as they all stop and look passed the camera. There’s warm smiles all around as Morgan Payne from The Kingdom is evidently making a stop to see her family. The rowdy girl steps into a hug from her father, Andrew Payne before taking turns hugging her Aunt and surrogate mother, LeeAnn, her blood sister Marissa and her Uncle BDP.

AUGUSTINO
“Awwwww. See? And people shit on the Kingdom like they’re bad people. Fuck the haters!”

The camera switches to the inside of another locker room where Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic are seen, clearly talking over strategy. Matt looks a little nervous while Rick is clearly trying to psyche him up as they get ready.

AUGUSTINO
“Hey there’s Rick and Matt!”

HANSON
“Yes and we saw their opponents earlier with Judas Lasher and Darius Crowley. They’ll be facing Ultra-Violence, folks. Doomsday and Belphegor inside a Tartarus Prison Match. It will not be for the faint of heart! This is a rivalry that’s been going on for a year! Tonight, it all comes to a head.”

Inside another locker room, we see Eddy Poe, joined by Dona Rotten and The Frightners as well as Cherry Addams. Cherry looks already geared up and ready to go. Eddy’s lacing up his boots while Dona massages his shoulders to help him stay loose. The Frightners are seen in the background, surrounding a shopping cart as they appear to be stuffing random weapons inside, in between comically arguing over what should and shouldn’t go into it.

HANSON
“There’s the number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship, Eddy Poe, ladies and gentlemen. Taking on Shelley Silver in a Bring Your Own Weapons match!”

AUGUSTINO
“And there’s their sweet baby girl! She’s gonna be out here in a minute, meeting Shelley’s tag partner Angel in a Blood for Glory match!”

HANSON
“Sweet baby gi...oh brother.”

The camera cuts over to the inside of The Unwanted’s locker room where Sloane Cameron looks to be double checking the inside of a duffel bag. Beside her, Shelley Silver is in the middle of tying her own boots up. Off to the side, Adrianna Salvatore and Mia Hayashi look to be watching a replay of Eavan Maloney and Anton Crowley’s Burning Hearts match, studying their opponents. Walking into foreground, Angel Kusanagi is fully geared up, bobbing her head to music in her earbuds before finally taking them out and knocking her fists against her head. Shelley Silver gets up and turns her partner towards her, giving her a hug and a peck on the forehead. Angel nods at something Shelley says before turning and can be heard PUNCHING the door to the locker room open with a battle cry. Adrianna and Mia look back with amused expressions on their faces.

HANSON
“There we see the Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver. She’s getting ready for tonight. We just saw Angel Kusanagi uhh...very fired up I’d say as she makes her way to the ring for her match with Cherry Addams. Adrianna Salvatore and Mia Hayashi look like they’re getting one last study session in for their match. They’ll be defending their newly won Burning Hearts Championships against House Crowley!”

The camera cuts a final time over to the locker room of House Crowley where we see Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney getting ready for their match. They’re already in their gear and just happen to be watching a replay of the finals for the Burning Hearts tournament, paying attention to the now, defending champions, The Unwanted. Eavan sits in Anton’s lap with her arms around his shoulders as she gleefully kicks her legs.

HANSON
“And there we see House Crowley preparing for their match, as well.”

AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, I helped them do some prepping earlier today.”

HANSON
“Oh well that was nice of you. Wait...you know how to wrestle?”

AUGUSTINO
“Kinda sorta, you could say. Hehehe.”

HANSON
“Wait...oh geez, Miranda!”

AUGUSTINO
“Aaaaaaagh Hahahahaha!!!!!”

HANSON
“Well there you have our competitors folks. Without further adieu, it is time for Motor City Mayhem!”
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[Match #1. Blood For Glory - Cherry Addams v. Angel Kusanagi]
A competitor must cause their opponent to bleed before attempting a pinfall or submission.
The camera returned to ringside where Miranda Augustino stood in the ring with the microphone and a big smile on her face. Flipping her hair back behind her shoulder, she brought the microphone up to her mouth.

AUGUSTINO
“Ladies and gentlemen. Please, put your hands together, get on your feet and join us in welcoming back...ROGER...ARDEN!!”

The Detroit crowd gave a deafening pop of appreciation as the camera cut over to NFW’s regular ring announcer, back from his injury as he ascended the steps, waving to the crowd. Looking dapper as always, the only difference was the medical boot the man had on his right foot. He certainly looked to be in high spirits, however, as he entered the ring and met Miranda with a hug. The commentator gave the man a friendly kiss on the cheek before holding up the microphone in the air to add some extra flair as she extended it out to Roger. Laughing and nodding his thanks, Roger Arden took the microphone from her as she exited the ring and returned to the commentary table.

HANSON
“So good to see Roger back! I understand his ankle isn’t quite right yet but he wanted to come back to work tonight!”

AUGUSTINO
“He’s looking good!”

Inside the ring, Roger Arden raised the microphone up to his lips with a smirk.

ARDEN
“Thank you all, so much, ladies and gentlemen. And now...ARE YOU READY FOR...MOTOR...CITY...MAYHEM?!”

The crowd gave a deafening pop as Roger held the mic out to pick the noise up then brought it back to his mouth.

ARDEN
“The following contest is your opening matchup, scheduled for one fall! AND it is a Blood For Glory match!! Victory may only come by pinfall or submission, HOWEVER, a competitor must make their opponent bleed before being able to attempt victory!”


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

ARDEN
“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.


The arena goes completely dark as the opening guitar strums are heard. When the riff and beat picks up, the lights around the stage take on a flashing strobe effect. Smoke fills the entryway as the word KUSANAGI appears up on the video wall in the form of purple broken glass.

Umarekawaru no sa bōn again!
Let’s fly high like a butterfly!

Yoku ni obore wana ni hamari
Teashi ni karamu tsumi no ito
Karamitsuku Crime!

From the curtain, Angel Kusanagi bursts out, throwing it aside as she jogs out onto the stage in her fighter’s robe and her hands taped up. Angel slows to a steady stroll as she paces on the stage, looking around at the crowd from under her hood.

Kingyo no sukui no ami no yō ni
Moroi hane wa namida no shizuku de yaburete yuku
Yabure chatte Cry

Angel kneels down on both knees, bringing her hands up in a prayer form at the top of the stage.

Iyashī doku kumo ni
(Hane no nai chō nante imi nai ji o hau nezumi to kawarinai)
Kokoro made okasarete
(Disu world wa hikari sae nai Can’t stop koware yuku my mind)
Imasara ana-darake no hane de kuyamu no
(Mune o hareyo omae koso ga batafurai)

As the chorus to the song starts, Angel balls her hands up into fists and taps the sides of her head before bursting up to her feet and throwing a kick to the air as purple and white pyro goes off on either side of her. She starts her approach to the ring.

Dekiru kotonara mōichido
(Chinohate made ōvu~ā drive yeah)
Kono kodō kizamitsuke tobitai no (fly high)
kanashiki batafurai sono mi terasu hitosuji no hikari netami sora o niramu

ARDEN
“Her opponent! Representing The Unwanted AND one half of Crazy Hot! From Osaka, Japan! ANGEL...KUSANAGI!!”

Angel reaches the ring, running and sliding in under the bottom rope where she pops up onto one knee in the center. After a pause, she throws her hood back and stands up to the pop of the crowd before moving to her corner and removing her robe, tossing it over onto the floor.

~DING DING DING~

As soon as the bell rang, Angel Kusanagi was fired up and ready to go. The smaller of the two women came out of her corner, shouting across the ring at Cherry, so loud the camera picked her up. “Nē, meinu! Koreijō no torikku wa arimasen!”

Cherry Addams was right there to meet her in the center of the ring. The Walking Contradiction opened out her arms, shocking the fans with some of her own Japanese. “Watashi wa koko ni iru, meinu! Nanika suru!” Cherry Addams stepped up and shoved Angel back, sending the smaller woman several steps.

Angel caught her balance and stepped back up again, spitting in Cherry’s face. The crowd ‘oooooooh’ed’ as Cherry wiped her face with one hand, grinning maliciously as she turned and pie faced Angel, shoving her again. Angel stumbled back again but fired right back with a SLAP to Cherry Addams. “WATASHI O UTSU, ANATA WA ITSUMO FAKKU!”

HANSON
“I know a little bit of Japanese, Miranda, and that does not sound nice!”

AUGUSTINO
“She called her a whore, Nicky.”

HANSON
“Oh...well, right you are, then!”

“KORE GA HOSHI?!” Cherry yelled back to Angel as she stepped right back up in the woman’s face. Grabbing the back of the blonde’s head, Cherry made the first true strike of the match by feeding Angel a forearm smash to the jaw. Angel staggered back, shaking the hit off as she turned towards Cherry with a crazed, malicious smile. The tattooed woman pointed to herself, goading the Japanese ball of fire on to strike her back. “C’mon bitch! Gimme some! The fuck you got?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Hah! This is one fuck of an opener, already, Nick!”

HANSON
“They’re definitely heated, Miranda. Let’s see what Angel’s gonna--OH MAN!!!”

Nick Hanson was cut off as Angel Kusanagi promptly grabbed the back of Cherry Addam’s head, a handful of her short hair and DRILLED her in the jaw with a bony forearm. Cherry stumbled back, blinking her eyes and rolling her jaw. Shaking her head clear, Cherry turned towards Angel again as the little blonde curled her hands in, goading Cherry in. “C’MOOOOOON!!!!” Nodding, Cherry stepped in right to deliver another forearm to Angel. Angel stumbled back a step before stepping back in and SMASHING Cherry with another forearm of her own. Cherry ate it and fed her one right back with a loud SMACK. The exchange continued until both were rocked on their feet and the trade-off had slowed down. Finally, after taking another forearm, Cherry Addams returned the strike with a feint at another one but kicked Angel in the midsection and went for a discus clothesline. Angel ducked underneath it but Cherry ran off of the ropes and came back with a hard lariat, knocking Angel onto the mat. She dropped down for the pinfall but the referee began telling her she couldn’t go for a pin yet.

HANSON
“Referee Danny Pearson telling Cherry Addams she can’t attempt a pinfall yet.”

AUGUSTINO
“Nope! You need to make your opponent bleed first!”

Cherry bickered back and forth with the referee for another second before grabbing Angel by the hair and began raining fists down onto her forehead. After several strikes, she brought her head down and began BITING Angel’s forehead, trying to draw blood! Angel thrashed, grabbing and clawing at Cherry to get her off. Finally, Angel managed to find her eyes and claw at them to get Cherry off. The Walking Contradiction backed off of her, holding her eyes as Angel rolled away to get a distance. No blood from the biting. Angel got to her feet and charged in at Cherry as she pulled herself up onto the ropes, hitting her with a clothesline that took both women over the top and out to the floor. Cherry and Angel writhed on the floor by the ring, crawling over to pull themselves up. Cherry got to her feet first, digging a chair out from under the ring and using it to push herself up. On the other end, Angel pulled herself up by holding onto the ring apron. The #CrazyHot member stumbled over to the timekeepers seat and yanked the lanky man out of his chair, throwing him to the floor to a mixed reaction as she snatched up his chair and folded it with a loud metallic slap. The crowd gave a rising pop as the two women turned towards one another, facing off with a chair in each other’s possession.

AUGUSTINO
“Oh, here we go!”

HANSON
“We got a standoff!”

The two women met in the center of the side they were on, both swinging their chairs at one another. The two weapons smashed against each other, cancelling both women’s attempts out. They both swung again, once more slamming their chairs together. Both women stepped back, setting their chairs down and shaking out their hands. The vibrating steel causing their fingers to tingle painfully. Finally, both women picked up their chairs again and swung at each other again. This time, the force of Cherry’s chair colliding with Angel’s sent Angel’s chair flying from her hands. Cherry raised her chair up for a shot but Angel lashed out and kicked her in the midsection, doubling her over. Angel stepped back, measuring Cherry up for one of her deadly kicks but as she ran in, Cherry burst to life and whipped her chair right into Angel’s face, knocking her to the floor.

HANSON
“OH!! AND DOWN GOES ANGEL!!”

AUGUSTINO
“IS SHE BLEEDING?!”

HANSON
“I can’t tell!”

Angel writhed on the floor, holding her head as Cherry walked over to pick her up onto her feet. The fans reacted with a mixture of empathy and excitement as a smear of red was briefly visible on Angel’s forehead before Cherry ran the woman head first into the ringpost. Angel’s head SMACKED off of the post and sent her to the floor again where she laid on her back. A camera angle got a shot of the woman’s face, revealing blood on her forehead that had trickled down her face from the last chair shot. Seeing this, Cherry Addams immediately picked her up and threw her back into the ring, crawling in after her to go for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Cherry came up from the cover, cursing at the top of her lungs but smiling wickedly as she pulled Angel up by her platinum blonde hair. That of which the front was turning red from the blood gushing down her face. Cherry backed Angel into a corner and began laying into her with shots to the forehead to open her up more. After several of those, Cherry grabbed Angel’s arm and whipped her out of the corner but held onto her by the wrist and yanked her right back in, catching her around the waist and delivering an overhead belly to belly suplex right into the corner. Angel went crashing into the turnbuckle, slumping down onto the mat where Cherry dragged her out by the arm and went for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Again, Cherry Addams got up from the cover, visibly and audibly cursing as she went and rolled out of the ring while Angel was still lying prone on the mat. There, Cherry began digging under the ring and tossing weapons from underneath, inside. A trash can, a couple of more chairs, a kendo stick, a table. After the table, Cherry rolled back into the ring and began setting the table up in the corner. This took a minute or so to prop out one side of the legs, giving Angel enough time to reach for the kendo stick as she picked herself up to her feet. As Cherry turned around, as did Angel, swinging for the fences and catching Cherry sideways right across the face with a CRACK! The crowd reacted as Cherry grabbed her face, stumbling against the ropes as Angel came in, unleashing shot after shot across the woman’s body until the kendo stick had started to split. Not only that, but welts and bruises formed on Cherry’s back and arms. A close up shot of her face also showed that the initial swing from Angel had caused a cut across her cheek which had blood dripping from it. Angel saw this too, as Cherry stumbled away from the ropes right into the Japanese woman’s arms. Angel promptly lifted Cherry up with her legs around her waist and delivered a Cradle DDT right into the mat, immediately going for the cover.

HANSON
“Finally Angel can go for a cover!”

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

AUGUSTINO
“Cherry’s still got gas in the tank, though!”

HANSON
“Yeah and Angel’s bleeding a lot worse than she is! Angel’s gotta be feeling fatigue and weakness at this point!”

Angel Kusanagi picked Cherry Addams back up to her feet and fed her a few stiff forearms before whipping her right at the table propped up in the corner. The table shook, but didn’t break. Running across the ring, Angel pushed off of the corner and went for a cartwheel back elbow into Cherry but the woman dodged out of the way. Angel’s petite form SLAMMED against the table, still not breaking it but left the woman rocked. Picking up a head of steam, Cherry Addams came charging in and jumped up, driving her knees straight into Angel’s chest, delivering Lamb To Slaughter!! The table EXPLODED inward underneath both of their bodies. Cherry reeled from the impact but saw that Angel had the wind knocked completely out of her. Dragging her out from the corner, she threw herself down for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner! CHERRY...ADDAMS!!”

“Summer Breeze filled the arena again as Cherry pulled herself to her feet and Referee Yumi Akiyama raised her arm in victory. Cherry quickly yanked her arm away, and wiped some blood from the cut on her cheek, grinning at it. She walked over, then, to Angel and ran her hand over Angel’s face, getting the woman’s blood on it and “painted” one side of her face with the blood of her vanquished opponent, laughing as she did before rolling out of the ring and making her exit up the main ramp, yelling into the camera, “WHO ELSE WANTS IT?! WHO ELSE FUCKING WANTS IT?!”

Winner: Cherry Addams
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:36
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[Match #2. Tag Team Match - House Crowley v. The Unwanted © ]
Roger Arden is seen standing in the ring again with the microphone in hand.

ARDEN
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is for the Burning Hearts Championship!”


The lights dim low as Avenged Sevenfold’s “The Beast and The Harlot” starts to play and the House Crowley sigil appears up on the video wall. As the lyrics to the song start, Anton Crowley comes walking out from the curtain with Eavan Maloney bouncing energetically along behind him. The NFW Women’s Television Title on one shoulder.

ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challengers! Representing House Crowley! The Demon Prince...ANTON...CROWLEY!! And his tag team partner...the NFW Women’s Television Champion...the Demon Warrior...EAVAN...MALONEY!”

Anton and Eavan make their way down to the ring. Anton enters under the top rope while Eavan slides in under the bottom, kicking her feet and sticking her tongue out at the crowd before hopping up to her feet and into Anton’s arms as the two both look at the camera with devilish smiles.


New Year’s Day’s “Anthem of the Unwanted” kicks in over the speakers as The Unwanted logo fills the video wall. After the opening lyrics, the curtain flies open and Adrianna Salvatore comes storming out onto the stage. Her Burning Hearts title belt around her waist. Behind her, Mia Hayashi runs out, skipping along with her half of the titles held up high. Mia runs and jumps up into Adrianna’s arms, wrapping her arms around her neck and her legs around her waist. She looks back at the camera and winks before dropping down onto her feet and proceeds to skip along behind her bigger, meaner girlfriend while Adrianna just walks briskly to the ring.

ARDEN
“Their opponents! Representing The Unwanted! They are the NFW Burning Hearts Champions! MIA...HAYASHI...AND...The Queen of Anarchy...ADRIANNA...SALVATORE!!”

Mia and Adrianna enter the ring just in time for the chorus to start to the song as they both take a corner and climb the turnbuckle. Mia holds up her title belt and pumps the horns with her other hand as Adrianna throws back her hood and does a circular headbang with her dripping wet hair to the guitar and drums. After a moment, she unclasps her belt from around her waist and holds it up, throwing her hair back with her tongue sliding out of her mouth with an evil look in her eyes. Mia and Adrianna climb down to the mat and hand the referee their titles before going to their corners and removing their entrance gear.

~DING DING DING~

All four competitors are in the ring as the Burning Hearts Titles are held up and presented to the crowd. The crowd begins dueling “Unwanted and House Crowley” chants as the bell sounds Anton and Adrianna start the match off in the ring as they circle each other. The two lock up, but Anton is quick to just shove Adrianna off of him. Adrianna gets back to her feet and charges Anton and delivers a forearm smash to the side of Anton’s head. She delivers a few more before shoving Anton back and hitting him under the chin with a superkick. Anton staggers back into the ropes. Adrianna grabs Anton by the wrist and tries to send him into the ropes, but it’s reversed and Adrianna goes into the ropes. Adrianna comes off the ropes and is met with a back drop by Anton. Anton picks Adrianna up and sends her into the corner. Anton charges in and delivers a corner splash before following it up with a belly to belly release suplex.

Anton then goes for the legs of Adrianna and looks for a figure four, but Adrianna is able to kick him off before he can lock it in. Adrianna makes it back to her feet and the two lock up once again. This time, Adrianna goes behind Anton and pops her hips, hitting Anton with a release German suplex that drops the man on the back of his head. Adrianna follows it up by hitting the ropes and delivering a knee to the head of Anton before going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Adrianna goes over to her corner and tags Mia into the match. Mia comes in and the two pick Anton up. Adrianna puts him into a flatliner position as Mia hits the ropes and delivers a dropkick to the back of Anton and Adrianna drops him to the mat with the flatliner. Adrianna then picks up the head of Anton as Mia once again hits the ropes and this time delivers a basement dropkick to the head of Anton. Adrianna finally gets out of the ring and Mia fully takes over.

Mia picks Anton up off the mat and sends him into the corner. Mia comes charging in for a corner splash, but Anton stops her and delivers a Urinagi that plants Mia down hard into the mat. Anton walks over to his corner and tags in Eavan. The crowd starts an “Eavan” chant as the record breaking Television Champion comes into the match for the first time. Eavan comes in off the tag and picks Mia up. She throws her over to Anton who picks the woman up and Eavan springboards off the ropes and delivers a clothesline as Anton drops her with a spinebuster. Eavan then climbs up to the top rope and delivers a moonsault and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Eavan picks Mia up off the mat and gets her into a clutch position. Eavan brings her knees up and begins delivering a series of knees to the head of Mia before delivering a snap suplex. Eavan follows it up by putting Mia into a dragon sleeper. Mia though is quick to counter it though by turning her body and delivering a northern lights suplex to Eavan. Mia picks Eavan up and sends her into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and Mia goes for a clothesline, but Eavan ducks it and delivers a jumping neckbreaker. Eavan walks over to her corner and tags Anton into the match. Anton comes in off the tag and picks Mia up off the mat. Anton grabs Mia and delivers a Blue Thunder Driver and goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Adrianna is in her corner, yelling for Mia to make it to their corner and make the tag, but Anton picks Mia up and delivers the Lingchi. Mia falls down, almost lifeless to the mat as Anton once again goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Adrianna comes diving in and makes the save. Adrianna quickly gets out of the ring as she once again cheers for her girlfriend to make it to her corner. Anton picks Mia up and sends her into the ropes. Mia comes off the ropes and Anton looks to hit a spear, but Mia leaps over him and hits the ropes again. This time, Anton turns and Mia hits him with a basement dropkick, causing him to hit the mat face first. Mia starts to crawl her way towards the corner as the crowd cheers her on. Anton though is quick to stop Mia when he grabs her by the ankle. Mia though, is able to escape as she pulls Anton close and delivers a mule kick that sends him stumbling back. Mia leaps and Adrianna comes in off the tag and the crowd goes wild.

Adrianna drops Anton with a clothesline before delivering a forearm to Eavan, dropping her down, hitting her face off the apron. Adrianna turns her focus back to Anton and she delivers a rolling forearm that echoes throughout the arena. Adrianna then grabs Anton and delivers a spinning facebuster and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Anton crawls to the ropes and starts to use them to help himself to his feet. Before he can get to his feet though, Adrianna charges in and delivers Hell’s Bells. She then grabs Anton by the wrists and delivers a second Hell’s Bells before picking him up to his feet and hitting Ground Zero. Mia comes in and goes flying through the ropes and hits Eavan with a suicide dive as Adrianna goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here are your winners! And STILL...Burning Hearts Champions!! Mia Hayashi...Adrianna Salvatore...THE UNWANTED!!”

“Anthem Of The Unwanted” played through the speakers as Adrianna and Mia accepted the Burning Hearts titles from the referee and Adrianna scooped Mia up for a hug, laying a big kiss on her lips. Afterwards, the two met up with Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney in the middle of the ring, shaking hands, fist bumping and sharing a hug to their friends, evidently commending them on one hell of a match.

HANSON
“The first of many title matches tonight folks! And what a great contest, too!”

AUGUSTINO
“That was badass, Nick! Kudos to both teams!”

HANSON
“And we’ve got so much more in store for tonight!”

Winners: The Unwanted
Result: Pinfall
Time: 18:27
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The title screen pops up with the bouncing heads of Kat Cage, Sammi Belmont and Mary Kennedy. An excerpt from Teminite & Panda Eyes’ “Highscore” plays over the title before it explodes outward, bringing us to the decked out locker room of The Skillz Vendorz. As it’s a Game Room episode, of course, one of the systems is on. This time around, Kat Cage is manning a PS4 controller while the mini screen displays the main character of JUDGMENT, Takayuki Yagami, moving through the streets of the fictional Kamurocho prefecture. Kat’s wearing her ring gear with a YAKUZA baby tee on over it to go with the game she’s playing. Seconds into the episode starting, Kat’s character is approached by a gang of street punks and the fight animation starts.

“Ohhhhhh, you done fucked up, now putos! Leggo!” Kat taunts as we faintly hear the fight music start. Yagami starts flipping around the screen like a martial artist on crack, but effectively begins wiping the streets with the attackers.

“Oi oi oi! Do the wall kick! Do the wall kick!” Sitting up on the back of the couch, in the middle of tying her boot laces, Sammi Belmont pauses to watch the fight. She, too, is in her ring gear with her entrance jacket folded over the back of the couch beside her. She’s got her backwards Ash Ketchum hat on with her light up Lady Gaga glasses resting up on her head. Hilariously enough, she’s got her Mountain Dew bottle held between her knees with a straw so she can sip out of it while her hands are busy.

On the miniscreen, Yagami - of course controlled by Kat - runs to and up a wall, pushing off and performs a spiraling kick to the face of one of the street punks. “Boom, bitch!”

“Bloody savage!” Sammi hoots. “I wonder if I can do that to Fire & Ice tonight. Just run off the turnbuckle and POW, BITCH!”

“I might pay to see that. Just saying.” Kat says, holding a hand back for Sammi to slap. “Mare Bare! You really gonna take on Morgan Payne next week?”

Mary couldn’t help but laugh as she watched her stablemates, “I might be able to pull off a move like that. I’ve been working on on a rope rebound move recently.” She then sighed, shaking her head at the mention of Morgan, “I’m trying to figure out what her problem is, actually. Alex didn’t come out at the thought of me possibly assaulting Ice, nor did any of the other Kingdom bitches. So what made Morgan, of all people, assume that I was up to something and is trying to blame her asshole move on me? I’m suddenly not allowed to be the bigger person because I’m the youngest member of the roster?” She sighed, rolling her eyes, frustrated.

Sammi scrunched up her face as she finished tying her boots and picked up her Mt. Dew from between her knees. She really didn’t know what to say. “I can’t really say anything. She’s kinda my girlfriend’s bee eff eff.”

“Bitch might be itching for a fight and saw an opportunity.” Kat said, continuing her assault on the assailants in her game as she controlled the main character in beating the unholy shit out of them with flashy yet surprisingly realistic martial arts moves.

“Kat!” Sammi scolded, looking shocked at her friend’s choice of words.

“What?! I’m just saying! Oh shit!” Kat started to say as she shrugged her shoulders but realized she was getting distracted and the last two guys started beating on her character. She quickly turned the fight around, pummeling one man with a traffic cone. “Alex probably realized what Mare Bare was doing. Maybe Morgan didn’t. But she’s evidently not listening. She’s also been out of action lately so she’s not really getting that city girl aggression out. Besides, fuck that whole ‘youngest member of the roster’ crap, chica. You might be the youngest, but you’re probably the smartest.” Kat finished pummeling the street punks on her game and reached back to fist bump Mary. “I think you’re the only one with a degree but I could be wrong.”

“Chad Masterson’s got some.” Sammi said, between sips of her Dew.

Kat looked back in disbelief. “Wait...Pitt?!”

Sam nodded.

“In what?!” Kat challenged.

Sam shrugged, giving a half garbled ‘I dunno’ with her straw in her mouth. “Bloody Physics or something. But still. Him aside, yeah, Mary’s probably the smartest. Don’t let anybody give you any shit, mate. Knock their fuckin’ block off. Rissa even said sometimes Morgan flies off the handle and needs to be brought down to Earth. Make like Mission Control and bring her butt down.”

“I do actually have plans to go back for a bachelor’s degree, but that fully depends on how much screen time I’m getting,” Mary announced. “Not until at least next year, though,” she clarified before looking over to Sam. “Girl, you know I love the hell out of Marissa and respect her, but yeah, I think that Morgan’s got that itch, just like I do. We’re both just shit at expressing ourselves.”

“Too right, mate. Kat may have a point. Maybe you two just need to work out some tension together and all’ll be fine. Lil rough and tumble, yeah?” Sammi brought up her fists and knocked her knuckles together, clicking her tongue.

“Sam.” Kat said, finishing her fight in-game and started guiding her character around the virtual city again.

“Oi?” Sam looked over innocently, sipping on her Dew.

“You’re making it sound like they need to bang.”

“Eh?!” Sam’s eyes widened as the girl hilariously looked at the camera. “Oh! No no no, I meant like---”

“Look, Mare Bare, just kick some ass next week. I say do the match and maybe everything’ll be cool. Frankly, I’d like things to be cool between us and the champs but with Fire’s temper? Who knows?”

“Oi oi oi! Soon to be former champs!” Sam corrected her friend and held a hand up. Kat grinned and stuck her hand back again for Sam to slap.

“Yeeeeeaaah!!! Time to make our mark in this business, short stack!”

Mary laughed, nodding. “Yeah, I get it, and in some ways… Nah, there’s no way in hell that with three girlfriends, Morgan is hard up in that way. I know I’m not,” she smirked. “But yeah… Fire is the one yous gotta watch out for. It’s not like they got those titles with their legs in the air, either. They just came in and took over after a set of annoying bitches couldn’t hack it anymore,” she shrugged, smiling widely.

Katrina reached a save point in her game and quit to the menu, turning to Sammi with a big smirk on her face as she thumbed to Mary. “I love this girl.” The older woman giggled.

“Right?!” Sammi giggled, thrusting her chin at Mary. “Taking the Stallion for alotta rides outta the stables, are ya?”

Sammi and Kat giggled as Kat got up and picked up her coke bottle entrance glasses, sliding them on. She went from smoking hot, late twenties Latina to uber techie nerd in 0.2 seconds. “We’re gonna go get in position, Mare Bare. You want next go?” She thumbed to the game system, grinning mischievously. “Or you wanna call Stallion in here and play some Kentucky Derby while we win one for the nerds?”

Standing by the door, Sammi busted out laughing as Kat leaned in to hug the eighteen-year-old genius on their team to let her know she was only playing with her.

“Hmm,” Mary scratched her chin after hugging both of the older girls. “Best of luck, ladies. Show them that nerds to it best! And as far as my Stallion goes?” She tilted her head, “we’ll play it by ear, yeah?”

“If we hear a neighing, we won’t come-a-knockin!” Sammi pointed to Mary, grinning wide as she backed out of the locker room.

“Would you come on?” Katrina’s hand reached into frame from outside of the door, grabbing Sammi by her jacket and yanked her out of frame so hard, Sammi’s hand holding onto the locker room doorknob, caused the door to slam shut.
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[Match #3. Tag Team Match - The Skillz Vendorz v. Fire & Ice © ]
ARDEN
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall AND it is for the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championships!”


As "Waters of Megalovania" begins to play throughout the arena, Katrina and Sammi run out onto the stage, breaking off to either end of the stage to play up to the crowd. When they meet back up in the center, the girls perform their complex handshake before high fiving and heading down the ramp, high fiving fans on each side of the aisle.

ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challengers! At a combined weight of two hundred and fifteen pounds! Representing the Skillz Vendorz. The 8-Bit Princess, KATRINA...CAGE...and...SAMMI...BELMONT!!”

They break off to take up opposite sides of the ring where they hop up onto the apron and continue to amp up the crowd. From here, Katrina performs her split under the bottom rope while Sammi hops to the top turnbuckle and moonsaults down to the mat. Meeting in the center, high five, hug and begin removing their entrance gear, making their way to their corner.


As “A Song of Ice and Fire” begins, the arena is filled with red and white lights. As the drums kick in, the lights go out and a red and a white spotlight hit the entrance ramp where Ice in her white jacket with the hood covering her face and Fire with her red jacket and hood covering her face stand. As the beat picks up, the two remove their hoods and Fire begins headbanging to the song. Ice looks forward as she makes her way down the ramp followed by Fire who is slapping the hands of the fans.

ARDEN
“Their opponents! At a combined weight of two hundred and thirty pounds! Representing The Kingdom! They are the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! FIRE...AND...ICE!!”

The two make it to the ring and Fire hops up onto the ring apron as Ice climbs up the steps. The two enter the ring at the same time as the ring as they remove their jackets and toss them to the outside and go to their corner, holding their tag titles up whule staring daggers at the Skillz Vendorz.

Fire and Ice and The Skillz Vendorz are in the ring as the ref holds up the NFW Women’s Tag Team Championships in the air, presenting them to the crowd before handing them off and calling for the bell. Ice and Sammi get out of the ring, leaving Fire and Katrina to start things off for their teams.

~DING DING DING~

Immediately, Fire starts to taunt and trash talk Katrina. Whatever she said was enough to fire Katrina up and charge at Fire, taking the redhead down to the mat and begins to rain down a flurry of rights and lefts to the head of Fire who does her best to block the punches. Katrina stands back up and lets out a scream as the crowd begins a “Skillz Vendorz” chant for the duo. Katrina picks Fire up and sends her into the ropes. Fire comes off the ropes and his caught with a hurricanrana by Katrina.

Fire immediately scrambles over to her corner and reaches up for Ice who tags herself into the match. Katrina looks at Sammi who nods her head as she bounces up and down on the ring apron, clearly ready to get some action of her own. Katrina walks over to her corner and tags Sammi in. Sammi comes in and looks at Ice who has a cold, serious look on her face, not showing any sort of emotion despite the fact she’s claimed to have a lot on her mind in the week leading up to the event. The two circle the ring and lock up. Ice is quick to break the hold and go behind Sammi, picking her up and dropping her to the mat. Ice immediately looks for an ankle lock, but Sammi scrambles away and avoids the hold. Sammi gets back up to her feet and Ice once again grabs the woman and takes her by the arm and forces her down to the mat. This time Ice gets Sammi trapped in a crossface. Sammi scrambles and she’s really quick to make it to the ropes. The ref starts his five count and Ice releases the hold at four. Ice looks down at Sammi and holds a single finger up to tell her that she’s used one of her team’s three rope breaks.

Sammi makes it back to her feet and charges at Ice, looking to pick her ankle, but Ice is able to avoid the smaller member of the Skillz Vendorz and pick her up, delivering a snap suplex. Lilith transitions it into a dragon sleeper and wrenches on the head and neck of Sammi. Sammi is able to make it to her feet and get out of the move. She hits the ropes and comes charging in, taking Ice down with a shoulder tackle. Sammi then follows up with a running senton and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Sammi picks Ice up off the mat and drags her over to her corner. Katrina tags herself into the match and comes in. The two grab Ice and deliver a double suplex before Sammi gets back out onto the apron. Katrina picks Ice up off the mat and puts her into a headlock and then forces Ice into the ropes. Ice grabs onto the ropes trying to break out, but the ref has no choice but to call for the break and Katrina backs up and smirks knowing she just played Ice into using a rope break.

Ice comes back to the center of the ring and Katrina is quick to go on the offensive as she pushes Ice back and then delivering a superkick out of nowhere staggering one half of the tag champions. Katrina then grabs Ice and delivers a kick to the leg, dropping the blonde to one knee and then hitting a DDT. Katrina walks over and tags Sammi back into the match. The duo picks Ice up and they hit her with the Zerg Rush. Sammi drops down for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Sammi picks Ice up and sends her into a neutral corner. Sammi charges in and hits Ice with a jumping forearm smash that staggers Ice out of the corner. Sammi climbs to the top rope and when Ice turns around, Sammi launches herself and delivers a top rope blockbuster before going to her corner and tagging Katrina back into the match. Katrina comes in off the tag and picks Ice up off the mat. She holds Ice in place as Sammi hits the ropes. Sammi comes off the ropes and delivers a basement dropkick as Katrina delivers a flatliner. Katrina shoots the half and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Katrina then turns Ice over onto her stomach and grabs the woman by the legs. She wraps up the legs and puts Ice into a sharpshooter! Ice screams in pain and immediately crawls to the ropes forcing the break. She clings to the ropes as the ref reaches a count of four and Katrina breaks the hold. She looks right at Fire and holds up two fingers, taunting the redhead that her team has used up two of the their three rope breaks for the match. Katrina picks Ice up off the mat and sends her into the ropes. Ice comes off the ropes and looks to hit a DDT, but Ice blocks it and delivers a northern lights suplex and bridges for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ice picks Kat up and sends her into the corner. She comes over and tags Fire in. The redhead comes in off the tag and the tag champions begin to just deliver boots to Kat dropping her in the corner. The duo backs off and Ice sends Fire in, hitting a bronco buster to Kat. Fire pulls Kat out of the corner and climbs to the top rope. She launches herself and delivers a frog splash to Kat. She picks Kat up off the mat and sends her into the ropes. Kat comes off the ropes and she’s dropped once again by Fire with a standing dropkick. Fire once again climbs to the top rope and waits for Kat to make it back to her feet. Kat gets up and turns around as Fire leaps and delivers a meteora and grabs Kat’s legs going for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Fire picks Katrina up and delivers a snap suplex before transitioning into a Muta lock. Kat screams in pain, but it doesn’t take long for her to make it to the ropes forcing the break. Fire breaks the hold at four and gets down into Kat’s face telling her that her team only has one rope break left too. Fire picks Kat up and delivers a knife edge chop to the chest as the crowd gives out a loud “WOOOO!” Fire delivers a few more and the crowd continues the chant before she shoves Kat into the corner. Fire charges in, looking to hit a corner splash, but Kat rolls out of the way. She turns Fire around and delivers a closed fist punch to the face of Fire who drops to the mat. The ref sees it and tells Kat that the punch just cost her team their final rope break of the match.

Kat shrugs it off as she picks Fire up off the mat. She sends Fire into the ropes and when she comes off, both women go for the same move and take each other down with double clotheslines. Both women are down in the center of the ring as the ref begins the ten count. Both women begin to stir at the count of six and both leap, making the tag to their partners. The crowd goes nuts as Sammi gets into the match and she springboards in, delivering a springboard dragonrana to Ice before delivering a baseball slide to Fire, knocking her off the apron and onto the floor.

Sammi climbs up to the top rope and delivers a shooting star press double stomp to Ice who clutches at her midsection and starts coughing. Sammi picks Ice up and hits the ropes behind the blonde and delivers a dropkick to the back, setting Ice up for the 619. Sammi comes charging in and hits the 619 and then delivers another springboard dragonrana and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Ice reaches out and she’s just within reach of the ropes to break the count using up her team’s final rope break. Sammi seems a little frustrated, but she picks Ice up and grabs her by the head. She runs at the ropes and delivers a rope assisted bulldog and Ice hits face first before rolling onto her back. Sammi sees this and backs up, doing a little theatrics to get the crowd into it as she does the worm and then goes for the standing shooting star press, but Ice gets her knees up.

Ice gets up and picks Sammi up and delivers an implant DDT to the woman. Ice then grabs both arms of Sammi and locks in the Icicle! Kat looks to try and come in and make the save, but Fire is there to spear the woman and the two begin to brawl, rolling out to the floor. Sammi screams in pain, doing everything she can to try and break the hold. She makes it to the ropes, draping a foot over the bottom rope, but the ref tells her there’s no more rope breaks. Ice cranks back more on the hold and finally, Sammi has no choice but to give up.

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here are your winners and STILL NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions!! FIRE...AND...ICE!!!!”

“A Song of Fire and Ice” tears through the arena as Sammi Belmont rolls out of the ring, holding her arms as Katrina immediately comes to her friend’s aid. Kat helps Sammi up the ramp, not even wanting to look back at the champions at the risk of seeing any gloating Fire might have been doing.

HANSON
“They tried so hard but they came up short.”

AUGUSTINO
“Look how good they did, though! I’ll give the girls kudos!”

HANSON
“Another fantastic championship match, indeed. Kudos to all these women!”

Winners: Fire & Ice
Result: Submission
Time: 27:51
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*Matt Klazzic and Rick Dickulous sit in a dark dressing room, calming meditation music can be heard filling the room. A bubbling brook can be heard in the background, though its noise quickly cuts out, replaced by a deep cough, interrupting the calm, peaceful atmosphere*

"Hey, Matt-guy? I don't know whether this meditation thing's gonna work, eh? I mean, I don't feel any calmer, bud...I just wanna go out there fer a rip an get this shit done...plus...I still need to go meet Jose to pick up some more of this kick ass bud...bud."

*Matt grunts as he tries to undo his legs from sitting in the lotus position before stumbling a bit as he grabs a chair to keep himself upright.*

"Yeah, I don't think we're the meditating type. Plus that incense you used smelled an awful lot like that herb you used for the Brotherhood brownies. Oh, and when you see Jose, make sure you get some Molson in addition to the Bud. Bud's good, but I need beer with a little more kick."

*Rick stands up, slowly moving towards the door to the dressing room, arms outstretched, trying to avoid walking into things. He stumbles a few times before reaching the door*

"...and then, God said: LET THERE BE LIGHT!!"

*Suddenly the dressing room is illuminated piercingly bright - the pure brightness of the halogen lights in the sockets blind the two*

"Jesus fucking Christ, guy...why'd they put halogens in here? All I can see is spots..."

"Damnit, lower the dimmer...LOWER THE DIMMER!!!"

*As Rick claws frantically at the switch, the lights dim to a reasonable level*

"See that, guy? That's the kind of surprises you can expect out there tonight. Totally. Fucking. Unexpected."

*Rick shakes his head, attempting to clear his vision by rubbing his eyes*

"Ok, you good, bud?"

*Matt grunts to himself for a moment.*

"Yeah, I'm better now. Ow!!! Geez, was this one final test before tonight?"

"Your training is almost complete, young padawan-guy...I've always wanted to say that."

*Rick grins and winks at the camera quickly, in a fourth wall breaking manner*

"Look, Matt-guy...I'm not gonna lie to you. Tonight's the night we've been training for, eh? Tonight's the night we finally get to take it to Ultra-Violence. And finally, tonight's the night Turn-It-Up Express shows everyone this..."

*Rick gestures between himself and Matt*

"...isn't some sort of joke, bud. We've got a legion of fans behind us, and nowhere but up to go...you feel me, Matt-guy? In a totally non-sexual way?"

"Yes....Yes...YES!!! Tonight, Ultra-violence, you looked at not only us, but the rest of these people at NFW, as nothing more than a joke. You never saw Rick and I as any sort of threat individually, and you sure as hell didn't take us seriously when we became the Turn-it-Up Express. Well, tonight, it all comes to a head tonight. Tonight, the joke will be on you two, when you see what we can do together. Get ready boys, we're not just called the Turn-it-Up Express because we like to have a good time. No, when push comes to shove, and things need to get a little more wild here, you turn things up to 11. And that's what we'll do to you two in your little match tonight.

GET READY BOYS!!! KLAZZIC'S COMING AND YOU CAN'T DO DICK ABOUT IT!!!"

*Rick holds up his hands defensively*

"Whoa there, Matt-guy...did you seriously just say 'you can't do dick about it'? Did...did I just wake up the inner scary Matt, bud? I mean...I LIKE it..."

"Oh I'm sorry, is that one of those words you can't say on TV or radio or something?"

"Nah, guy...you can say dick on tv and radio...shit, the short form of Richard is Dick.."

*Rick again looks into the camera, attempting to seductively wiggle his eyebrows before turning back to Matt*

"Look, bud, all I know is that we're going out there tonight to fight in a match you're not necessarily comfortable with. I just need to make sure you understand that you're GOING to get hurt."

*Rick shrugs*

"What matters at the end of the day, is that we hurt them more than they hurt us...and come out with a W. So, Matt-guy? I only have one question....do you think maybe we should stop wearing our ring gear everywhere and maybe get it dry cleaned?"

"You mean these haven't been clean yet? I thought it was some sort of natural detergent being used. But anyway, getting hurt tonight doesn't compare to the hurt those two have been putting on everyone else here. It has to stop, and if it takes me being beat to a pulp in order to knock some respect into those two, then so be it."

"Matt-guy? I honestly don't think they know what they're up against...me, a former Silver Mountain champion....and you.."

*Rick pats Matt's shoulder*

"...a guy who's been pushed too far. Doomsday, Belphegor? It's been a long time coming, but tonight Turn-It-Up Express beats you at your own game, buds. Enough bullshit. Enough hot-doggin' and grandstandin'...tonight, is the end of this story, and the end of the story is both of you being humbled in that ring...both of you being taken to the limit, eh? Matt-guy? You ready to go out fer a rip?"

"Time to RIP and tear, my man!!! Let's do this!!!" Matt says as he pats both of Rick's shoulders and let's out a guttural yell under his mask.
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The camera switches to a backstage hallway where we immediately find Adrianna Salvatore walking passed the doors to locker rooms belonging to the roster members. She’s now dressed in black sweatpants and a grey tank top over a black sports bra. Her damp hair suggests she has showered since her match. Adrianna looks anything but happy, though. She looks more grim than anything else. Adrianna stops at a locker room with the label ‘DOMINION OF PAIN’ on it and the crowd viewing from ringside gives a mixed reaction between a pop and boos. The exhales deeply and bangs her fist against the door, knocking.

“Papa', apri la porta. Sono io.” Adrianna says; her voice heavy with sadness though she tries to hide it behind a sense of calm. At first there’s no answer so she rolls her eyes and calls louder. “Dad!” She brings up her fist to knock again but the door opens.

Darius Crowley appears in the doorway, dressed in his usual semi-casual/semi-formal wear of a black shirt and black slacks. “Miss Salvatore.” Darius greets her with a nod, his hands pressed together at the fingertips as he stands in the doorway.

“Darius.” Adrianna responds, as her way of returning the greeting. Intimidating as the man might seem, she stands her ground. “I need to see him.”

Darius looks back into the locker room for a moment before turning back to Adrianna and nodding before stepping aside.

Adrianna steps passed the newest member of the Dominion of Pain and into the locker room where the camera follows. Adrianna walks through the locker room, rounding the corner of a half wall where she and the camera come upon the hulking form of Doomsday, sitting on a bench. Dressed in his ring and entrance gear, the man is in the middle of adjusting his knee brace and tightening his boots. For once, Adrianna loses the tough girl vibe as her shoulders slump and she walks over and sits beside the man. In the background, Doomsday’s tag partner, Belphegor can be seen already in his full gear, standing in front of a mirror where he looks to be applying his face paint in a mirror. He’s too far away for us to make out his features, however.

Adrianna settles down beside Doomsday and watches him silently as he aggressively tighten his laces. His breathing sounds gruff and muffled from under his mask. Adrianna watches him for a long moment before breaking the silence. “Hey….” She says in a soft, daughterly tone.

“Daughter.” Doomsday responds in his gruff tone. He continues lacing up his boots, without looking up.

Adrianna leans back against the wall and rolls her eyes. “So you two are really doing this?”

Doomsday finishes on his boots and begins double checking his knee brace. “We are.” Is all he says.

Adrianna stares at him in disbelief as he waiting for something more. Finally she shakes her head and sighs. “Well then. Glad we had this conversation.” She gets up to leave. The camera pans around in front of her as she starts approaching.

“Adrianna.” Doomsday speaks up, suddenly. His head turns towards her, under his hood.

Adrianna Salvatore stops and sighs again. She turns around to face the man as he gets up from the bench. The camera pans around to the side as Doomsday comes into frame, towering above her. His massive hand comes up and rests on her shoulder. “You did good tonight.” His hand lifts off of her shoulder and touches his daughter’s face. She closes her eyes and does her best to fight back the tears but one slips free and escapes down her cheek. “I’m proud of you…. And Nico.”

Adrianna lifts a shaky hand to touch that of her father’s. She refuses to break down but the tears can’t be stopped. “Remember that.” Adrianna opens her eyes to look up at her father. Doomsday says nothing else as he steps passed her and makes for the door to the locker room. Adrianna takes in a deep breath and, just as Belphegor starts to pass by, she reaches and grabs him by the arm, looking up at her former Circle of Snakes team member. “Big man….” She says, looking up at him with a raging fire in her eyes. A mix of anger...and pleading. She doesn’t need to say a word as Belphegor, face fully painted just nods and speaks in a normal tone only a handful of people ever get the courtesy of being given. “I got him, A. Don’t worry.” He says, giving her a pat on the shoulder as he moves passed, to catch up with his tag partner. Adrianna turns to watch the two men go; the camera focusing on her face as she wipes the tears away and hardens her expression. Fighting to stay strong….
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[Match #4. Tartarus Prison Match - Turn-It-Up Express v. Ultra-Violence]
As the camera angle returns to ringside, the ring crew is already finishing up getting the ring set up for the next contest. The ring ropes have been completely removed while three sides are replaced entirely by webs of barb wire. Two crew members are just finishing up covering the mat with thumbtacks, pouring buckets out and using push brooms to spread them out over the entire surface. Barrels with weapons all wrapped in barb wire are brought out and set up around outside the ring. Three tables with rolls of barb wire are placed in front of the frotn side of the ring where there are no ropes and a heavy wooden ramp is placed down over the center to allow a way up into the ring for the incoming competitors.

AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhhh Nick, I don’t like the idea of this, one bit.”

HANSON
“Miranda…. I’ll be honest. I’ve seen two of these in the past, courtesy of Doomsday himself. I will not blame you one bit, if you wanna head to the back and sit this one out.”

AUGUSTINO
“I...no. No. This is my job to be here. I’m gonna do it. I just...oh man. Anyway, here’s Roger and here comes James.”

Roger Arden stands off by the crowd this time as Senior Official James Greer comes down the ramp in his referee uniform. For this match, particularly, he’s wearing long sleeves, heavy black fatigue pants, combat boots and black leather gloves. The referee wears a hard look on his face. He pats Roger on the back and shakes his hand before walking up the ramp and into the ring.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen...this next match is scheduled for one fall...and it is the Tartarus Prison Match. By request of Commissioner Steven Brody, I have been asked to inform you that audience discretion is advised. And now...introducing the competitors….”

A hand turns the dials on every setting starting with volume all the way past 10 into a handwritten 11 as we start to hear "Turn Up the Radio" by Autograph blasting throughout the arena. The crowd stands in anticipation as the song continues to play. When the song intro transitions at the 'Turn it up' we see the words "Turn-It-Up Express" on the screen as the song jumps to the chorus and out steps Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic in their new ring gear! The two give each other the old 'Bash Brothers' forearm tap and head to the ring as the crowd goes wild.

ARDEN
“Making their way to the ring. MATT...KLAZZIC...and...RICK...DICKULOUS!! THE TURN-IT-UP EXPRESS!!!”

As the two make their way down the ramp, they both excitedly notice Roger. Rick points with a big smile on his face as Matt walks right up and gives the man a hearty handshake. Rick Dickulous high fives the man and pats him on the shoulder before following Matt Klazzic to ringside and remove their entrance gear. The two give a double high five before heading up the wooden ramp and into the ring. Both men warily look around them at the ring setup. For once, Rick looks serious and fist bumps his partner, asking Mtt if he’s ready for this. Matt nods nervously as their music stops and the lights suddenly go out.

After a long, uncomfortable pause, the voice of Johnny Cash fills the arena.

“And I heard...as it were...one of the four beasts saying...come and see...and I saw...and beheld...a white horse….”


While most fans would have expected to hear the opening strings to the appropriate song begin, the silence was shattered by the sudden explosive intro to Lamb of God’s “Walk With Me In Hell.” The video wall comes to life with various Hollywood clips depicting cataclysmic scenes, mostly focusing on asteroids destroying Earth. The chaotic devastation on the video wall picks up as the riff and drums pick up and red lights begin flashing throughout the arena. Finally, as the lyrics began, the lighting shifted, illuminating two towering figures standing in the darkness on the stage.

Pray for blood
Pray for the cleansing
Pray for the flood
Pray for end of this nightmare
This lie of a life came as quickly as it can dissolve

The two silhouettes suddenly begin moving and descend down the ramp. The lighting shifts again, revealing - of course - Doomsday and Belphegor as they make their way towards the ring, all business, completely ignoring the mixed reactions to the fans, which are mostly boos anyway.

We seek only reprieve
And welcome the darkness
The myth of a meaning, so lost and forgotten.

ARDEN
“Introducing their opponents! At a combined weight of six hundred and seventy five pounds. Representing the Dominion of Pain. Belphegor and Doomsday...ULTRA...VIOLENCE!!!”

Belphegor and Doomsday both stop at ringside where they pause and look directly at Roger Arden. The man, remembering what they were responsible for, swallows nervously as he backs up against the barricade as much as he can. The two turn away from him and back to the ring as Doomsday starts removing his entrance gear.

Take hold of my hand
For you are no longer alone
WALK WITH ME IN HELL!

Pray for solace
Pray for resolve
Pray for a savior
Pray for deliverance
Some kind of purpose, a glimpse of a light in this void of existence

Doomsday throws his coat to the floor and he and Belphegor swiftly move up the ramp into the ring where the ring crew promptly remove the ramp and drag it away from the ring. Ultra-Violence and Turn-It-Up Express stare hard at each other as the music fades, the lights return to normal and the doorless steel cell, weaved through with barb wire in the chainlink slowly starts to lower down around them.

HANSON
“My god...here we go….”

AUGUSTINO
“Jesus, Nick, look at that thing….”

The cell finally touches down on the floor, trapping the two tag teams and Referee James Greer inside. Both teams stand unmoving and just staring at one another. James Greer looks between them both, notably a little sterner at Ultra-Violence...before waving his hand and motioning for the timekeeper to ring the opening bell….

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
“Folks...this is gonna be the final warning we can give. If you’re faint of heart...if you’re not a fan of the more violent side of wrestling, I dare say if you’re squeamish...turn away now. Check back after this one is over. This match...is about to get brutal.”

AUGUSTINO
“I brought barf bags. I’m not gonna lie….”

The crowd buzzed with uneasiness as the two teams circled around the ring, over the tack covered mat. Rick and Matt took quick glances at the corners as they passed in front of them, knowing one of them had a nasty surprise hidden for whoever was unfortunate enough to be run right into it. Belphegor, also a first timer, looked occasionally to his tag partner as if waiting for his mark. What was the strategy in a match as insane as this. Only Doomsday, the eldest and most seasoned man in the ring, looked like he was completely in his element, surrounded by layers of barbwire and other dangerous ‘toys’ strewn about. Rick Dickulous looked like he was trying to direct Matt Klazzic to one side of the ring, trying to get him to focus on Belphegor while he focused on Doomsday. He made the one mistake of turning to address Matt directly and that’s when Doomsday rushed forward and sprung on Rick. The crowd immediately went into a general pop for the match starting as Doomsday began feeding Rick stiff rights. Matt’s reaction of seeing Doomsday attack Rick opened him up for a similar rush by Belphegor, who rushed in and started hammering forearms across Matt’s shoulders. To the tension of the crowd, Matt went down to one knee but it only resulted in his kneepad becoming covered with thumbtacks. Belphegor began throwing kicks and big boots at the kneeling Matt Klazzic. Matt remained on the one knee however, refusing to go down into the tacks which Belphegor obviously wanted from him. Instead, he waited for Belphegor to step back for another big boot and began throwing shots back at the big man to the pop of the crowd.

HANSON
“And here comes Matt Klazzic! Fighting back against the monster Belphegor! He’s not going down without one hell of a fight!”

AUGUSTINO
“When has he ever?!”

Meanwhile, Doomsday had Rick Dickulous backed against one corner, leaning against the top turnbuckle as he continued to feed him tight fists. Rick Dickulous was doing his best to keep his cover up. Each time he tried to lower his arms onto the ropes, he got that quick reminder that there was only barbwire and no ropes at all and his hands quickly came up. Finally, Doomsday cocked back for a big right and Rick took the extra second to block the fist and start dishing out his own shots. The crowd got behind Rick Dickulous as he began beating Doomsday back with a combination of Krav Maga strikes.

HANSON
“And here’s big Rick! Firing back against the harbinger of the apocalypse!”

AUGUSTINO
“C’mon Rick!!! C’mon Matt!!”

Matt Klazzic continued laying shots up into Belphegor’s face until he had him nearly on the wire behind him. Instead, though, Matt went for an Irish whip but the giant Belphegor braced his feet, refusing to let Matt budge him. Matt tried a couple more times, unsuccessfully before Belphegor stepped in and reversed the attempt, Irish whipping Matt Klazzic right towards the barb wire across the ring. Matt Klazzic managed to slow to a stop right before he hit the wire; his eyes visibly widened in shock behind his mask. The crowd ‘oooooooh’ed’ in response. Matt Klazzic turned around just in time to catch Belphegor charging at him and going for another big boot. The crowd started to react, ready for that first sick bump as Matt Klazzic quickly moved out of the way. Belphegor’s boot connected with the barbwire and the big man stopped himself as well as he brought his foot down to the mat. A quick shot of his feet showed the thumb tacks sticking out of the soles, simply accentuating what was waiting for whoever ended up hitting the mat.

AUGUSTINO
“That was fucking close, Nick! I don’t think Belphegor would have been having kids if he didn’t stop that one with his boot!”

HANSON
“Hah! That would have definitely hurt.”

Between Doomsday and Rick Dickulous, the two big men continued to slug it out with Rick looking like the better striker. Doomsday caught him with a stiff headbutt, followed by a European Uppercut, sending the man backwards towards the edge of the ring where there was just the dropoff onto the barb wire boards. As Rick winced and shook his head to clear his senses, Doomsday backed up to the other side of the ring and came charging in for a Spear!

HANSON
“Watch out!!!! Rick’s near that edge!! Doomsday with a spear!!!”

Rick Dickulous just barely managed to move out of the way. The crowd started buzzing again as Doomsday ran to the edge and managed to slow down just a little. He was able to jump off of the apron, however, taking himself over the boards and onto the floor padding, landing safely.

Ooooooooooh!!!!

HANSON
“Whoa-hoa!! A close one from Doomsday!!”

AUGUSTINO
“That could have been bad!”

HANSON
“It could have, indeed. Doomsday’s out of the ring now, though. How’s he gonna get back in with that ramp gone?!”

AUGUSTINO
“I don’t know, Nicky--WAIT LOOK OUT, HERE COMES RICK!!”

Charging across the ring, Rick Dickulous picked up a head of steam and ran right for where Doomsday was standing. The 6’10, near four hundred pounder dove off into a cannonball attempt at his long time rival but Doomsday dove out of the way and Rick went SLAMMING into the barb wire woven cage wall, back first!! Rick slumped down to the floor, screaming in pain as the wire tore into the bare flesh on his back.

HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!! RICK DICKULOUS!!! RIGHT INTO THE CAGE WALL!! BARE FLESH ON THE UNFORGIVING BARB WIRE!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“DIOS MIO!!!!”

Rick Dickulous laid on the floor, down on his side, writhing from the pain in his back. A quick cut from the camera showed the small tears in his skin with blood oozing out of it. Doomsday, merciless as he was, wasted no time in pulling the younger man up to his feet, Irish whipping him into the cage wall again, right back against the wire. Rick recoiled off, yelling out in pain again before Doomsday ran in and hit him with a stiff lariat, knocking him to the mat. Back inside the ring, Matt Klazzic had Belphegor rocked on his feet with repeated chops and forearms. Backing up some, once Belphegor was down on one knee, Matt ran in for a big maneuver but Belphegor burst up, catching the man under his legs and spun around, delivering a brutal SPINEBUSTER down onto the tack covered mat!

HANSON
“OHHHHH MYYYY GOOODDDDDDD!!!”

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

The camera cut close enough to show the look of shock in Matt Klazzic’s eyes as he sat up, trembling from the sensation of tacks in his skin. Another quick cut showed his entire back just riddled with silver tacks. Back outside of the ring, Doomsday and Rick continued to battle it out with Doomsday still having the upper hand until Rick Dickulous found a second wind and began hitting him with stiff shots again, fighting to make a comeback. Finally, Rick Dickulous was able to land a hard headbutt to Doomsday, knocking him back. Inside the ring, Matt Klazzic saw an opening as his partner slumped down to one knee. Rather than continue engaging Belphegor, Matt Klazzic took off across the ring and dove out over the tables, delivering a crossbody to Doomsday and causing him to stumble right back into the barb wire cage.

HANSON
“OHHHH!!! And there goes Doomsday into the cage!!”

Doomsday stumbled away from the cage wall, pulling himself off of the barbs with blood running down his own back now. As Rick Dickulous started advancing on Doomsday again, Belphegor came running across the mat and hit an enormous missile dropkick, slamming into Rick and knocking him to where he spun facefirst right into the cage wall to the shock of the audience.

AUGUSTINO
“OHHHH SHIT!!!! RICK!!!! FACE FIRST!!!”

The camera caught a close up of RIck’s face pressed against the steel and the barb wire as Belphegor pulled himself to his feet - not really used to hitting dropkicks of that caliber - and grabbed his head, pressing his face against it even more. Beside Rick’s bleeding, grimacing face, was Belphegor’s painted with his skull makeup, looking absolutely menacing as he sneered and continued to press Rick into the flesh rending wall. Around the corner of the ring, Matt Klazzic and Doomsday had begun to brawl now with Matt having the upper hand was Doomsday was still reeling from the pain in his back. It wasn’t long before they started exchanging shots, though with Doomsday having the power advantage. After rocking Matt Klazzic with several rights to the head, he lifted the smallest man in the match up over his head in a gorilla press and popped him up, causing Matt to land down on the barbwire that replaced one side of the ropes. Matt Klazzic yelled out in pain as the wire dug into his stomach and wriggled desperately to try and get free. Before he could, Doomsday picked up one of the barb wire wrapped chairs and SMASHED it against Matt Klazzic’s forehead. This sent Matt reeling back off of the ring wire and down onto the tack covered mat again.

HANSON
“My god! There goes Matt back into those thumbtacks! There isn’t a damn part of this ring that’s safe!”

AUGUSTINO
“Is that why Doomsday named this place after Tartarus?!”

HANSON
“You can bet your life on it!”

Doomsday carried the chair back around to the side of the ring with the drop off, using the chair to brush the tacks out of the way so he could climb back up into the ring. As Matt Klazzic started getting up to his knees, trying to pick tacks out of his body, Doomsday ruthlessly brought the wrapped chair down across his back, knocking him to the mat again. Doomsday brought the chair down again and again across Matt’s body before tossing away. Using his boot, Doomsday rolled Matt over onto his back and placed his foot over his chest, calling referee James Greer over to count it. The crowd buzzed as James Greer walked up and looked at how Doomsday was ‘pinning’ Matt...and shook his head.

AUGUSTINO
“Whoa!!!!”

HANSON
“How about that?!”

Doomsday stepped off of Matt and started moving in on James Greer, trying to bow up on him. While he managed to force James back, the referee argued back with him, reminding him of how to ‘properly’ pin someone.

HANSON
“Always by the book is James Greer! Good on you, Jim!”

Nodding in a way that said he admired the man’s guts, Doomsday walked back over to Matt and got down onto the mat, pressing his hands down onto his chest to go for the cover. Quickly sweeping tacks with his foot to make a clean spot on the mat, James Greer dropped down and made the count.

ONE!

TWO!

But Matt Klazzic kicked out!! Doomsday sat back on his feet and looked down at the tack riddled fan favorite. Disbelief in his eyes as the crowd went insane for the only one in the match who didn’t want this stipulation but was enduring the carnage. Outside the ring, Belphegor and Rick Dickulous continued brawling back and forth as Belphegor laid into Rick with heavy elbows and knees, keeping Rick worn down. Eventually, as Belphegor came storming towards Rick, the big Canadian came back with a hard European Uppercut and a double middle finger to the face painted half of Ultra-Violence. Bridling with rage, Belphegor came running at Rick, right into a drop toe hold, knocking him face first into the cage!! As a bit of payback, Rick grabbed Belphegor by the hair and pressed his face against the steel before starting to pull his head back and run his face into the barbwire over and over.

HANSON
“And look at Rick Dickulous!!! Slamming the face of the beast into the prison!”

AUGUSTINO
“That’s how you fucking do it, Rick!!!!”

After several slams of Belphegor’s face into the cage, Rick turned to see Matt Klazzic getting worked over by Doomsday. RIck began frantically searching for a safe way into the ring before finally deciding to dig underneath it.

HANSON
“Rick looked like he was trying to get in and help Matt but now he’s going underneath the ring for...something!”

The crowd popped as Rick Dickulous found what he was looking for, revealing...a ladder!

AUGUSTINO
“The hell is he gonna do with that?”

The crowd began buzzing as Rick set the ladder up and started climbing to the top. Inside the ring, Doomsday was stomping and kicking at Matt Klazzic, trying to force him down into the thumbtacks. Matt, to the sympathy of the audience, was already digging his bloody palms against the tacks as he tried to keep himself up. They were just close enough however, as Rick Dickulous dove off of the top of the ladder, landing on his feet but tipped forward, going onto his knees as he slammed into Doomsday. Being knocked off balance, Doomsday staggered forward, losing his footing and fell face first right into the tacks!! While his face was protected, his chest and arms weren’t and Doomsday became the second human pin cushion of the night, alongside Matt Klazzic.

AUGUSTINO
“How’s that feel, huh Doomsday?!”

HANSON
“Miranda. Professionalism.”

AUGUSTINO
“Sorry, Nick. I’m just thinking about all the mess these two have caused.”

HANSON
“I know.”

Outside of the ring, the bloody faced Belphegor was seen digging under the ring, pulling out...a light tube raft!! Sliding it onto the mat, the big man then pulled himself up onto the apron with help from holding onto the ringpost, and stepped around the post, into the ring again. The crowd buzzed as all four men were back in the ring now.

HANSON
“Where the hell did he get that?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Did they have that there ready and waiting?!”

While Matt and Doomsday writhed on the ring floor, Belphegor and Rick Dickulous resumed brawling, fighting through excruciating pain to try and gain the upper hand. Meanwhile, Doomsday crawled over to a corner and began pulling himself up to his feet. Rick Dickulous began trading shots with Belphegor, feeding him a forearm and knocking him back into the turnbuckle. Belphegor held onto the barb wire with his wrapped hands to keep himself on his feet. Doomsday came out of the corner and spun Rick around, throwing shots into his bloodied face again. Rick dished them right back to the man, able to rock him with a back elbow and Irish whipped him right towards Belphegor. Seeing his partner running at him uncontrollably, Belphegor stepped out and braced with his hands to stop Doomsday from fully running into him. But then came Rick Dickulous, charging out of the corner, jumping and slamming into Doomsday with a big splash, sending himself and both members of Ultra-Violence into the corner and….

BOOM!!!!

The top turnbuckle behind Belphegor’s weight EXPLODED!!!! The force knocked Rick Dickulous and Doomsday back and onto the mat as Belphegor fell forward from the blast, thrashing on the floor with burns on his back.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!

HANSON
“DEVIL’S CORNER!!!! DEVIL’S CORNER!!!!”

HOLY SHIT!!!!

AUGUSTINO
“AYE CABRON!!!! THEY FOUND IT!!!”

HOLY SHIT!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!

All three men involved in the blast writhed on the mat, rocked from the impact. It was Belphegor, however, who ate the brunt of it and actually looked to be in legit pain from the explosion as he clenched his teeth and grimaced in agony under the mask of blood and paint on his face. As the three men laid out on the mat, Matt Klazzic was back on his feet, stumbling over to roll Belphegor onto his back to go for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

But Doomsday had just enough gas in him to grab Matt by the foot and yanked him back off of his partner. Doomsday pulled himself up to his feet, blood pouring down his chest and back now with tacks covering his mask. He pulled Matt Klazzic up by his mask but Matt knocked his hands away and began throwing forearms up at the man, trying to beat him back. Doomsday stumbled backwards and Matt came running in but Doomsday hit him with a big boot, sending Matt right back into the barb wire ropes. Matt cried out in pain, kicking his legs and grimacing as he tried to pull himself off as carefully as he could. As Doomsday moved in to advance on him, however, Rick Dickulous was back onto his feet and spun the big man around, nailing him in the groin with a blatant low blow knee strike. The crowd looked on in wonder as Rick lifted Doomsday up onto his shoulder in the center of the ring.

HANSON
“Aw no! No! Rick’s gonna go for the Misery Whip?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Could be bitter sweet, Nick! Let’s wrap this chaos up!”

Rather than deliver his finisher onto the tack covered mat, however, Rick Dickulous turned towards the drop off of the ring and carried Doomsday on his shoulder in a charge. Rick leaped off of the edge, releasing Doomsday and catching him around the head to complete the Misery Whip. Rick went slamming down onto the padded floor but Doomsday went CRASHING through one of the barb wire tables!

HANSON
“YOU’VE--GOT--TO BE--KIDDING ME!!!”

Miranda Augustino said absolutely nothing. The cameras just switched over to the announce table to show the woman with her hands over her mouth, looking absolutely stunned. The crowd was roaring from the spot as the camera caught Doomsday laid out in a mess of broken wood and tangled in barb wire. Finally, Matt Klazzic pulled himself off of the barb wire ropes and looked out over the edge at the carnage his tag team partner had caused at the expense of his own body. Rick Dickulous rolled over onto his side, catching his breath and trying to swallow the pain from landing on the floor. Doomsday looked much worse for wear as he barely even moved save for the clenching and unclenching of his hands. Even Referee James Greer, much as he probably disliked Ultra-Violence, did his job and took a knee on the ring apron, calling down to Doomsday to make sure he was still conscious.

AUGUSTINO
“Nick, this is too much. The ref needs to stop this. NOW!”

HANSON
“I might have to agree with you Miranda. These are all still just human beings. Whether you hate them or not, Ultra-Violence are just men! Turn-It-Up Express are just men!”

As Matt Klazzic stumbled over to the other side of the ring, careful not to touch the barbwire, he called out to Rick, trying to make sure his friend was alright. As he turned back, however, Belphegor was pulling himself back to his feet and ran, roaring across the ring!! Matt Klazzic had no time to react as Belphegor SPEARED him into the side of the barb wire with the ladder Rick set up outside. The force from both men caused the wire to snap loose from the bindings and Belphegor and Matt Klazzic both smashed into the ladder and cage wall, going down to the floor.

HANSON
“GOOD GOD, THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE LAST WIND BELPHEGOR HAD IN HIM!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“I’m surprised he was able to get up!!”

For a few moments, perhaps mercifully, there was a standstill in the chaos as all four men just focused on catching their breath and making sure they could even move, still. First up was Rick Dickulous who looked down at Doomsday in the mess of barb wire and before circling around the ring to where Belphegor and Matt were. The cameras caught Matt sitting against the ring post. His silver trunks and mask stained red with blood. Rick took a moment to check on him and seemed to be assuring him they had this.

“Hey, Matt guy! Don’t quit yet, bud! We got this! You and me! You an---”

Rick Dickulous stopped short as his eyes caught something coming in from the side, evidently. He turned from Matt with his eyes going wide. The camera man just barely got out of the way as Doomsday, covered in blood came SLAMMING into Rick with a Spear of his own, taking him into and THROUGH a section of the cage wall!!!

AUGUSTINO
“HOLY---FUCKING---SHIT!!!!!”

HANSON
“A SPEAR THROUGH THE CAGE!!! THEY’VE BROKEN THROUGH THE PRISON!!”

AUGUSTINO
“I GUESS THE ONLY WAY OUT IS IF THE WARDEN LETS YOU OUT!!”

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

THIS IS AWESOME!

AUGUSTINO
“Ugh, no this is not fucking awesome, Detroit! C’mon!”

Both Doomsday and Rick laid out on the section of the barb wire cage wall. The camera panned over both men before jumping back over to show the horror on Matt Klazzic’s face before a look came over him and the man’s expression went from mortified to almost...angry under his mask. Pulling himself up to his feet, Matt threw the apron cover up and dug under the ring until he pulled out another of the preset weapons wrapped in barb wire. This time, it was a kendo stick!

HANSON
“Jesus, Miranda, do you see the look in Matt’s eyes?”

AUGUSTINO
“I think he’s had enough of Ultra-Violence’s bullshit!”

Wielding the kendo stick angrily, Matt Klazzic stepped through the hole caused by Doomsday and Rick as Doomsday started sitting up. With an enraged, yell, Matt Klazzic SMACKED the barb wire stick across Doomsday’s head. Doomsday fell back onto the broken cage wall and Matt Klazzic angrily stormed back inside the cage, approaching Belphegor as the man just started finding his feet. Going off again, Matt Klazzic swung hard and smacked Belphegor across the back with the kendo stick. Belphegor stumbled forward, catching himself on the ring post and started to turn. Matt Klazzic brought the kendo stick down across his head, dropping him to a knee before hauling off and giving him one more good SMACK, knocking him to the floor.

HANSON
“Good lord! I think Matt may have lost it!”

AUGUSTINO
“Ya think?! Get ahold of yourself, cabron!”

Outside the cage, Rick Dickulous got back to his feet and pulled Doomsday back inside with him. As Doomsday fought to get back up, Rick Dickulous dug underneath the ring again for the next weapon, only this time, he pulled out a bottle of Tree Blood maple syrup - his own personally made product. Despite being a bloody mess, Rick held the bottle up to the crowd for them to see. The crowd popped as Rick smiled through the thick, dripping crimson mask and unscrewed the top.

HANSON
“What the hell is he…?”

To the disgust of some but the humor of others, Rick Dickulous took a big swig from the bottle and held it up again to the audience. The crowd actually joined him in yelling out--

“MOTHERFUCKIN’ STRAWBERRY JAM GUY!!”

This gave Doomsday enough time to get to his feet and, as he turned, Rick Dickulous SHATTERED the glass bottle of syrup right over his head to a pop from the audience. Covered in the thick, viscous red topping, Doomsday stumbled back and slumped to the floor again. Picking Doomsday up, Rick Dickulous threw him back into the ring. Doomsday barely even reacted to being rolled onto more thumbtacks, after the shot with the bottle.

HANSON
“I can’t believe I just witnessed that!”

AUGUSTINO
“Part of a complete breakfast, bitch!”

As Matt Klazzic crawled back into the ring, evidently having calmed down after venting his rage out, Rick Dickulous dug under the ring again pulling out a staple gun and a folded piece of paper stuck to it. Rick Dickulous got back into the ring and pulled the paper off of the staple gun before unfolding it. While Doomsday writhed on the floor on his stomach, Rick bent down, placing the sheet of paper onto his back and STAPLED it to his skin!! This woke Doomsday up a little as he thrashed from having his skin pierced again. Rick Dickulous took a moment to notice the light tube raft and moved it over into the center of the ring. As Doomsday got back to his feet, he seemed unaware of exactly what Rick had done to him. The audience got a laugh, however, as the camera zoomed in on the paper stapled to the back of Doomsday--

KICK ME, GUY!!

AUGUSTINO
“AAAAGGGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!”

HANSON
“Well, we knew Rick was gonna lighten the mood somehow!”

Doomsday remained unaware, as he bent forward, resting his hands on his knees. Little did he know, this left him wide open for Rick Dickulous to look at the crowd, shrug and take a running start, literally punting the man right in the backside!! Doomsday stumbled forward with his head SLAMMING into the middle turnbuckle of the Devil’s Corner!!

BOOM!!!!!

HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!!”

Doomsday fell back onto the mat, thrashing and holding onto his face. In his frantic attempts to stop the burning, he RIPPED his mask off, throwing it aside!! This did little to reveal his face, however, as he too wore a crimson mess underneath.

AUGUSTINO
“His mask, Nicky! His mask!”

HANSON
“Doomsday has removed his mask after having that explosion go off in his face!! My GOD someone stop this!!!!”

Rick Dickulous had little time to celebrate his jab at Doomsday, however as Belphegor had finally recovered and made it back into the ring. He spun Rick towards him and began throwing heavy fists into his face before -- perhaps as payback for his partner -- kicking him below the belt! Rick Dickulous doubled over and Belphegor dragged him over to the original dropoff of the ring then.

AUGUSTINO
“What the hell is Belphegor doing?!”

HANSON
“I don’t even wanna know!”

Belphegor set Rick Dickulous up and hoisted him up into a vertical suplex hold.

HANSON
“Oh no! No way! NO WAY!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Have a fucking conscience, Belphegor! Don’t do it!!”

But Belphegor did, holding onto Rick Dickulous and stepping off of the apron, delivering a devastating Jackhammer that drove both of them through the other two barb wire tables!!

HANSON
“NINTH CIRCLE THROUGH THE BARB WIRE!!!! ARE YOU INSANE?!?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Well they call themselves Ultra-Violence for a reason, Nicky!!!”

Both Belphegor and Rick Dickulous laid motionless, tangled in the barb wire as Matt Klazzic pulled himself up to his feet inside the ring. A few feet away, Doomsday did the same, flinging his hair back to reveal his blood soaked face. Now that he seemed to have his senses back, he reached up to touch his cheek as he looked down at his damaged mask on the mat with realization.

HANSON
“I think Doomsday just now realizes that his face is uncovered.”

AUGUSTINO
“It’s fine, we can’t tell what the hell he looks like anyway! Look at the mess his face is in! There’s too much blood!”

Doomsday lifted his gaze from his mask, to Matt Klazzic who stood defiantly in the face of danger. While Doomsday’s features were obscured, it was evident that he was GLARING at Matt Klazzic from under the bloody mess on his face!! Doomsday extended a hand out with his thumb extended to the side...and turned it downward, signaling the end. Matt Klazzic shook his head at Doomsday and pointed at the Ultra-Violence member before drawing his finger across his throat and gave his own thumbs down before charging madly at him. Doomsday charged in, as well and began hammering into Matt Klazzic with heavy blows. Matt tried to fire back with shots of his own but Doomsday got the better of him in the exchange and finally rocked him on his feet before picking him up across his shoulders, in a setup for the Atom Bomb. Doomsday looked down at the light tube raft, positioning himself properly.

HANSON
“Aw, no!!! Not this!!! Not the Atom Bomb on the glass tubes!!!”

As Doomsday popped Matt up off of his shoulders, however, Matt Klazzic managed to land on his feet and drove a knee up into Doomsday’s ribs. Doomsday slumped just enough for Matt Klazzic to hoist him up and deliver a breathtaking NORTHERN LIGHTS BOMB right onto the light tubes!! The light tubes SHATTERED underneath Doomsday’s 350lbs as the crowd went insane. Biting through the pain of having glass in his arm, Matt Klazzic pulled himself over Doomsday as the referee quickly cleared a spot in the tacks and dropped down again for the count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

“Turn Up The Radio” erupted through the speaker system as the crowd went wild!!

HANSON
“Thank god it’s over!! Get this cage up and get them out of there!”

ARDEN
“Here are your winners!! Rick Dickulous...Matt Klazzic...the Turn-It-Up Express!!!!”

As the music continued, the barb wire cage began to raise back up, allowing access to the referees and EMTs that immediately began coming down the ramp. Joining them were even a few members of the roster. Namely Judas Lasher, Darius Crowley and members of the Great White North. Fans applauded the display from both sides teams as staff members worked to get Rick Dickulous and Belphegor free from the tangled mess of wire. Wire cutters were used to cut the two men free while four stretchers were brought out. Behind the number of people that had already come to the ring, the crowd buzzed as Nico and Adrianna Salvatore, joined by Lara Blackheart and Mia Hayashi, respectfully, came down to the ring. Adrianna immediately tried to get to the ring so she could go to their father but was held back by referees as EMTs carefully entered the ring to administer care to Doomsday while Matt Klazzic managed to stay on his feet and stood by the broken tables with Rick and Belphegor. A low pop sounded through the audience as Rick Dickulous, cut free from the wire, finally pulled himself up to his feet with the help of Matt.

AUGUSTINO
“Rick’s up! There you go big man!”

Rick took two steps and nearly collapsed. William Mannheim himself caught his son to keep him from falling over and walked him over to a stretcher and helped him lay back. Matt Klazzic sat up on his own stretcher, leaning against the elevated back and looked to be breathing deep and slowly down his heart rate. Belphegor finally got to his feet, a bloody mess and shook off EMTs that tried to coax him onto the stretcher. Instead, he climbed into the ring and went to Doomsday’s side. The applause soared as Doomsday sat up, albeit slowly, in the ring. Face still obscured by the blood and now a mess of wet hair that hung down in front of his eyes.

HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen...you can love them...you can hate them. You can cheer or boo, whatever suits your fancy. These men and women have grudges they settle in the ring. Sometimes, like tonight, they settle them in the most heinous ways, but in the end, we have to remember...they do this for us. Why people are entertained by...this? I don’t know. But all the same...this is what our performers do for their fans. These men - all four of them - deserve a round of applause, for enduring what they just endured.”

Notably, Senior Official James Greer made sure Rick and Matt were taken care of before going right back to ringside to check on Belphegor and Doomsday. Belphegor and the ring doctor helped Doomsday move across the mat, now mostly cleared by the tacks being swept away, to get the man on a stretcher. Once they were out of the ring, Adrianna and Nico immediately went to their father. Nico helped Belphegor keep the man up with an arm over each of their necks. Doomsday moved right passed the stretcher brought out for him and continued up the ramp. It wasn’t until he made it to the top that his legs finally gave out. The crowd buzzed with concern as the man fell to the stage floor and EMTs rushed the stretcher back up. Try as he did, to dismiss it, Doomsday was finally coaxed by not only his son and daughter, but his three stable mates to take the gurney. Adrianna Salvatore backed up from the EMTs to let them work; tears running down her cheeks as Mia Hayashi pulled her in for a hug. One that Lara Blackheart added to by hugging her friend from behind and whispering to her. Meanwhile, Nico Salvatore looked torn between wanting to break down and lose his temper but Judas Lasher stepped up to him and took the man by the shoulders, offering his own words of consolation.

AUGUSTINO
“Guys, I think we need to take a break. Let’s look at our sponsors for a minute and we’ll be right back.”

HANSON
“Yes, believe it or not, the show must go on.”

AUGUSTINO
“I never wanna see anything like this again, Nick. Never….”

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Shelley knew that it wasn't going to be an easy task. Eddy Poe wasn't all that impressive in the ring, but he was a tough mutherfucker who was extremely violent. Yes, she had been paying attention. Bastard could really run his mouth, as well. Shelley had been around long enough to know that words actually meant very little in the grand scope of things. She had picked the stipulation of bringing your own weapons weeks before Eddy had been granted the number one contender spot for the Silver Mountain Championship. In doing so, she wanted someone that would be worthy of the stipulation and Eddy Poe was just that. There were others that had talked big and even actually won more matches, but when it counted? Eddy won the one that mattered.

Yay for him. - Insert an immense amount of sarcasm here.

Yeah, Shelley didn't like Eddy Poe. She hadn't once pretended otherwise. In the four and a half years that she had been wrestling professionally - yes, it has only been that long, nothing compared to the thirteen Eddy has been doing it for... wonder how many of those years he'd been doing it stateside? Shelley didn't really care - she has seen many so-called wrestlers just like him. Mostly talk. Threatening look. Shelley didn't buy it the first time a guy like that crossed her path. Why would she believe it now?

Those who have been following Shelley's career might recognize the establishment that she sat in front of, on the hood of her rental car. Nearly four years ago, she had her very first title defense of her very first professional wrestling championship against a former stripper from Detroit. She came to this strip club to learn more about girls in that profession. What she got was information and cheated on Shawn Cage with one of the current strippers. No skin off of her back.

She turned on her camera as the summer breeze blew through her hair. The establishment was not only closed, but it had been shut down, much like many other businesses in Detroit. So she sat in an empty parking lot with big tortoiseshell sunglasses on, with her hair uptight and out of the way. She waited a full thirty seconds before taking a deep breath and speaking.

"I never thought that I'd be here again," Shelley shook her head. "I don't exactly have the most fond memories of this place, for multiple reasons, but I don't plan on Motor City Mayhem to have the same result. No, at Motor City Mayhem, here in Detroit Rock City... I will defend the Silver Mountain Championship successfully for the third time. It's not even a question. Why?" She shrugged, "simple. Unlike Eddy Poe, I'm no one-trick pony."

She brought her legs up, tucking her feet up underneath her and pulling the camera back a little more. "Yeah, I said it. I'd be surprised if I'm the first one to say it. It's not even all of the awesome throwback slasher references. Because if you paid the least bit of attention, you would know that I have actually played the killer in a throwback slasher movie. Not to mention, I started working Hollywood Horror Nights last year. I'm in no way impressed by such antics, and I'm not the only one. You know what else? Piledrivers are fucking boring. Pulling them out of your ass when it's not even a match doesn't make you seem the least bit threatening." She shrugged, "I'm just saying."

She laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "so here I am, Eddy. I'm saying it. You aren't even all that annoying. You're just... boring. Not scary. Not threatening. Not intimidating. Boring. I honestly don't even agree with the fact that you earned your way into this match. Last week when you took out that big, dumb mute... or whatever... in a special match... on a piece of property that you own. So that was your wheelhouse. Big freakin' whoopty-doo," she held her index finger up, swirling it around and rolling her eyes. "Isn't that the only match you've legitimately won since you've been in NFW?"

She tilted her head, blinking, "is there any honor or respect within you, Eddy? I'm being totally serious right now. I feel like I am speaking for a good number of the roster members when I say this but... when did hurting people become more important than actually winning a goddamn match? I feel like that's all you've tried to do since you've been here. Hurting your opponents doesn't make you look all big and bad. It just makes you look like you can't get it done in the ring, otherwise."

"But hey!" she clapped her hands together, her eyes wide, smiling sarcastically, "you're in luck come Tuesday night, Eddy. Our match doesn't necessarily have to end in the ring. We get to beat each other to kingdom come with any weapons possible. Mine, of course, will all come from various forms of martial arts. I'm surprised that Eddy isn't pouting that he can't put the chain on his precious chainsaw. Then again, there's more than one way to cut a bitch open, right?" she grinned deviously, holding her arms out to say 'bring it on!'.

She picked up the Silver Mountain Championship belt and patted the main plate as she put it on her shoulder, "I'll be honest, I'm not sure what this championship was meant for before the Silver Rush Battle Royale, but I sure as hell knows what it stands for now. After winning the previously mentioned Battle Royale, I went on to face not just one, but two full-grown..." she paused, shaking her head and laughing, "I'm sorry, but I can't call Clarence Fletcher Townsend a man with a straight face. At the same time, he is very much all talk. Just like you are, Eddy. Same with Ethan what's-his-ass. Not men. All talk." She paused, shrugging, "granted, I don't feel the exact same way about you, Eddy. I don't question your masculinity. Just your in-ring ability. That being said? I stand by what I said last week. You don't deserve this opportunity, Eddy. If I actually had a say in who I will be defending against in a few days... It would be Jasmine Matthews. She is a true competitor. Which is obviously a heck of a lot more than I can say about you, Eddy. You're not a competitor, Mister Poe. You're just an asshole who likes to run his mouth too much. Maybe it's time someone shuts you up," she shrugged, grinning again.

"So I already know that I will be retaining my Silver Mountain Championship at Motor City Mayhem, and I do love the idea of a 'Baddest Bitch in NFW' triple-threat match. Miss Greene, how about we make a future episode of Collision interesting. Because really, fuck Queen of NFW. That doesn't really mean shit anyway," she laughed, placing the Silver Mountain title on her lap. "Me, Eavan, and either Alex or Mary. It'll be the best match all month outside of the pay-per-view. Maybe even the year," she waggled her eyebrows, licking her lips. "Because honestly, I've quit caring. It's not worth it. Neither are most of you," she giggled, blowing a kiss at the camera with a wink. She knew that the fans would still love her, no matter what she said. Which was something that she had begun taking advantage of. It was a real rush.
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[Match #5. Bring Your Own Weapons - Eddy Poe v. Shelley Silver © ]
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is a Bring Your Own Weapons Match for the Silver Mountain Championship!”


~You're all gonna die!~

As Motograter’s “Suffocate” comes on over the speakers in a darkened arena, the majority of the local audience immediately go into a pop and the video wall comes to life with Eddy Poe’s titan tron reel. Instead of his chainsaw announcing his arrival, Eddy Poe comes out from the curtain, to the welcoming pop of Detroit, Michigan. Tonight, his chainsaw is swapped out for a shopping cart carrying a trash can filled with the variety of weapons that the Frightners were seen stuffing into it from earlier. Eddy halts the cart and paces on the stage, throwing his arms up and open to the crowd who pop each time.

ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challenger! From Battlecreek, Michigan! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty six pounds! He is “The Slasher!” EDDY...POE!!!”

Eddy returns to the shopping cart and starts pushing it down the ramp.

HANSON
“Eddy Poe, ladies and gentlemen. Ever since he arrived in NFW, he’s been leaving a trail of carnage behind him. He hasn’t cared about wins or losses up to this point. He’s only cared about causing chaos. But he would love to walk out of this arena, carrying the Silver Mountain Championship.”

AUGUSTINO
“He’s in his home state and not far from his home city, Nick. Who wouldn’t wanna score a big win there?”

Eddy Poe reaches the ring, stopping the cart at his corner and rolls into the ring, moving to a turnbuckle and takes in the roar of the crowd. He climbs back down from the turnbuckle, moving to his corner and watching the stage with a twisted smile on his painted face.


As “I Am The Fire” starts to play, Sloane Cameron makes her way out on the stage with a big duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Behind her, Shelley Silver walks out to the pop of the fans with the Silver Mountain Championship strapped around her waist. Shelley Silver smirks at the audience, blowing a kiss before turning to scowl at Eddy Poe down at the ring. With Sloane at her side, she makes her way down the ramp.

ARDEN
“His opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by Sloane Cameron. From Seattle, Washington! Representing The Unwanted and one half of Crazy Hot! She is the NFW Silver Mountain Champion. The Leader of the Raindrops...SHELLEY...SILVER!”

Shelley Silver enters the ring, unclasping the title from around her waist and holds it up to the crowd before handing it to the referee and moving to her corner.

AUGUSTINO
“Shelley doesn’t look too amused by home state boy does she?”

HANSON
“No, she does not. Eddy would love to win and Shelley would love to shut the man up and humble him right here in Detroit. Let’s see what happens.”

~DING DING DING~

Right at the start of the match, Shelley pulled from her weapons cache, a bo staff and turned her attention towards Eddy Poe. Watching the man intently, she idly twirled the staff in one hand as she watched to see how her opponent would react. Eddy looked at the staff and smiled under his face paint, nodding with amusement in his eyes. Going into his shopping cart of weapons, the Slasher retrieved a wooden bokken, Eddy re-entered the ring and began circling the mat with the defending champion. Eddy Poe took on a proper ready stance with the bokken while Shelley held the bo-staff in her own legitimate stance.

AUGUSTINO
“Hah! Nick, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think I was watching a karate movie.”

HANSON
“Both of these competitors are practitioners of martial arts, Miranda, so who knows what we’ll see?”

The match started off as Eddy Poe lunged forward, going for the first strike. Coming down with an overhead swing, Eddy swung hard. Shelley parried with her bo-staff and Eddy brought his bokken around for a follow up strike from the side. Again, Shelley parried, twisted the staff down and swung for Eddy’s leg but Eddy brought the bokken down to parry hers before sliding back on his feet to put some distance between himself and his opponent. Eddy feinted forward. Shelley didn’t flinch. Shelley feinted forward. Eddy didn’t flinch. Eddy stepped in and thrusted the end of his bokken outward. Shelley batted it to the side and swung the same end of her staff out for his face. Eddy leaned back just out of range and stepped in, dipping under and coming up behind Shelley. He swung in from the side and Shelley turned, catching the bokken with her bo. From there, the two unleashed a storm of trade-off strikes, going into a flurry that - indeed - looked more martial arts based than wrestling. The fan got behind it, though, cheering for the two as they engaged. Shelley twisted from side to side with her back facing Eddy, looking over her shoulder. In the pan of one quick second, her staff swung in for his back then around with the other end coming in for his ribs. Eddy parried both shots, lowering his bokken behind his shoulders then down to catch the swing at his front. CLACK! CLACK! CLACK! The sound of wood smacking into wood echoed throughout the arena as the two combatants went at it full force.

AUGUSTINO
“Hahaha! Man! I am loving this Nicky! It may not be wrestling, but this is wicked!”

HANSON
“It’s definitely entertaining. How are they gonna get a pinfall from this, though?”

AUGUSTINO
“I guess whoever bashes their opponent in the face with solid wood first? I dunno.”

Eddy and Shelley’s exchange continued as a furious storm of strikes were exchanged. An exchange that came to a sudden halt when Eddy swung down hard for an overhead swing. A loud CRACK sounded as Shelley’s bo-staff split right in the middle as she tried to parry. The sheer force sent Shelley stumbling back before Eddy stepped in and delivered an actual side kick to the midsection, knocking her to the mat. Shelley Silver quickly rolled out of the ring to gather herself as Eddy Poe paced around the ring, raising his hands and bokken in the air with a sadistic smile on his face.

HANSON
“Eddy Poe just split that bo-staff in two with that swing!”

AUGUSTINO
“Can you imagine if Shelley took that to the head!”

HANSON
“We might have a new champion if that happened!”

Going over to where Sloane waited with Shelley’s cache of weapons she brought, Shelley began searching through it for something. It didn’t take long before she seemed to find what she was looking for and pulled something out of the bag. She didn’t hold it up or gloat to the crowd with what she had. She just slid back into the ring and circled the mat with Eddy Poe.

AUGUSTINO
“Well, Shelley’s got something. What is that in her hand?”

HANSON
“I have no idea, Miranda. I can’t---ohhhhhh-ho-ho-ho wow! Really?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Nice!”

The commentary team and audience both showed their surprise and intrigue as Shelley Silver revealed her second weapon of choice to be a set of nunchucks! Releasing one half of the weapon to hang on the chain, Shelley began idly spinning it around before she paused in her steps and stared right at Eddy, beginning to actually demonstrate her discipline with the weapon as she began swinging and spinning the weapon around in her hand. A buzz began sounding from the crowd which grew into a pop as Shelley got faster in maneuvering the nunchucks around her body with both hands. Finally, Eddy Poe had seen enough of her showing off and the man came in, cocking back his bokken for a swing. Shelley came in low, lashing out with the nunchucks and striking Eddy in the ribs, and the knee. Eddy reacted halting his advance as Shelley followed up with a swift back elbow and a beautiful low kick to the leg. Shelley snapped the nunchucks out again, catching Eddy right across the face and knocked him back into the ropes. As the Slasher stumbled back towards her, Shelley caught him around the waist, delivering a belly to belly suplex, slamming him to the mat and going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Eddy Poe got his shoulder up. Shelley Silver climbed to her feet, and went for the ropes to dig for another weapon. Behind her, however, Eddy Poe scrambled to his feet and ran in to deliver a mid superkick to Shelley as she was halfway out of the ring, sending her out to the floor with a rough landing.

HANSON
“Whoa! And down goes Shelley Silver! I think she was going for another weapon. Something to wear down her opponent with but Eddy Poe clearly has different thoughts!”

Eddy Poe followed Shelley out of the ring and grabbed her up by the hair. The Slasher dragged the Leader of the Raindrops to her feet and ran her face right into the ring apron before lifting her up and dropping her onto her ribs across the fan barricade. As Shelley fell back to the floor, holding her ribs, Eddy Poe walked over and grabbed her weapon’s bag from Sloane Cameron, yanking it from the manager’s hands to the booing of the audience. Eddy began reaching in and pulling out weapons one by one before just dumping the entire cache out onto the ringside floor, revealing the rest of Shelley’s collection of martial arts weapons. Sifling through them, Eddy picked up a tonfa, idly spinning it around in his hand as he stepped back over to where Shelley was getting to her feet. Eddy proceeded to strike Shelley repeatedly, mercilessly across the back and in the ribs with the tonfa. After several, the Slasher hooked it around her neck and proceeded to choke her out with it as he pulled her up to her feet. Eddy Poe threw Shelley Silver back into the ring before moving around the ring to the shopping cart he had wheeled out and started tossing his own collection of weapons into the ring. Kendo sticks. A trash can. A steel chair. Baking sheets. A staple gun. A cheese grater.

AUGUSTINO
“Well...I’d ask what he’s gonna do with all that but I think we already know!”

As Eddy Poe slid back into the ring and picked up a kendo stick, Shelley Silver was back on her feet, waiting with a baking sheet. Eddy Poe swung in with the kendo stick. Shelley Silver stepped in underneath it and got behind him. As Eddy turned back around, Shelley brought the baking sheet down over his head with a loud SMACK! Eddy Poe stumbled back and Shelley Silver brought the sheet of metal down over his head again. Finally, Shelley threw the baking sheet to the mat and drove Eddy head first onto it with a Snap DDT and went for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Eddy Poe got the shoulder up again. Shelley picked him up to his feet and Irish whipped him into the corner, calling for the Silver Bullet but as she came running in. Eddy, now fuming with rage and bleeding down his face, ran out with a roar and hit her with a Big Boot to the face, flooring her against the mat. Without wasting time, Eddy pulled Shelley up to her feet by the throat, grabbing her by the back of her shorts. The big man hoisted the defending champion up over head, delivering a chokeslam right onto the steel trash bin. The trash bin caved in under Shelley’s body and Eddy pulled her off of it to go for a cover, making sure her shoulders were properly down.

ONE!

TWO!

But Shelley Silver managed to kick out to the pop of the crowd. Eddy Poe was none too pleased, however, and got up, going over to grab the staple gun where he pulled off something taped to it.

AUGUSTINO
“That better not be another Kick Me sign like Rick had.”

Eddy shook out the piece of paper, holding it up to reveal a dollar bill as Shelley Silver sat up on the mat, wincing from the chokeslam on the trash bin. The crowd gave a mixed reaction as Eddy walked up behind her and pressed the dollar bill against her forehead, pulling her head back so he could press the staple gun against it and….SNAP! With a loud click, Eddy Poe stapled the dollar bill right into Shelley’s flesh. For the first time in her NFW career, perhaps, the fans actually saw Shelley Silver react with genuine pain as she brought her hands up and thrashed on the mat.

HANSON
“MY GOD!!!!! THAT MAN IS SICK!!!! RIGHT TO THE FACE OF SHELLEY SILVER!”

AUGUSTINO
“How much is it?! If it’s a twenty, lemme get that shit!”

HANSON
“Oh stop it!”

While Shelley gingerly touched the strip of currency stapled to her forehead, Eddy Poe grabbed her under the chin again and pumped in a second staple into the paper. SNAP! Again, Shelley rolled on the mat as blood continued to pour from her face and drip onto the already stained mat, courtesy of the previous matchup before this. Eddy Poe threw down the staple gun and picked Shelley Silver up, beginning to feed her more forearms and knee strikes as he backed her into the ropes. To add insult to injury, he grabbed hold of the dollar bill and RIPPED it away from her head. Shelley cried out from the pain before she was kneed in the ribs again. Eddy Poe seemed to actually let her rest against him and gave her a taunting pat on the cheek before Irish whipping her into the ropes and going for a Black Hole Slam. Eddy snapped Shelley off of her feet with such force, however, that she was able to use her momentum to roll up across his back and reversed it right into Falling Rain! Eddy Poe’s head snapped up off of the mat and the man rolled back into the corner, pulling himself up. Poised back in the opposite corner, Shelley hissed through her teeth, sneering at the man through her crimson mask before charging across the ring and delivering a devastating Silver Bullet!! Eddy collapsed from the impact and Shelley made the cover, throwing her entire weight across his chest.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! AND...STILL...NFW SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION!! SHELLEY...SILVER!!!!”

“I Am The Fire” filled the arena again as Shelley Silver sat up, exhausted and still reeling from the pain. A close up from the camera showed the two staples still embedded into her forehead as she accepted the Silver Mountain Championship from the referee and was helped up by Sloane Cameron.

HANSON
“She did it! By god, she did it! Shelley Silver has survived a real life horror movie! An encounter with the merciless...the deadly...the Slasher, Eddy Poe!”

AUGUSTINO
“I have to admit, it looked like Poe had her right where he wanted her for a good while there!”

HANSON
“Indeed, Miranda, but that’s where the name of the title comes into play! You either climb the Silver Mountain and knock the ruler off or you get sent plummeting down! And Shelley SIlver has cast down another would be usurper to her Silver Throne!”

"Twenty two years ago, I wrestled my mentor, and one of my closest friends, Drane Sky. It was a matter of respect, and Sky wanting to be certain I was fit to lead The Dominion."

Judas Lasher stood before the camera, hair dripping wet, a towel around his neck. The NFW World Heavyweight Championship was strapped around his waist, and his torso was bare, save for the tape he still wore on his left shoulder, residual damage from Tyler Grey's attack.

"Five years later, I wrestled the man I consider my best friend and brother, the late Vlad Blackheart, for the World Heavyweight Title, at WrestleWar. But since then? I've been able to go into each and every match confident in my ability to harness all the rage and hatred within me, and use it as a deadly weapon. But tonight... I will once more be in that unfamiliar territory. Of wrestling a friend."

Lasher unfastened the title belt, holding it up to the camera.

"Shortly after winning this from Max Lebrun, he and I became friends. And over the last six months, he and Candice have become my two closest friends on the road. So anyone hoping to see The King of Pain tonight, the sadist who relishes bloodying and tormenting his opponents... I apologize. Because tonight you will see two of the world's top athletes, two men who respect one another to the highest degree, giving everything they have to walk out of that ring as champion. But you will not see anger. You will not see rage. You will not see rulebreaking. All you will see are two men, who refuse to be beaten."

"Tonight, I will leave The Dominion in the back. Max will leave Candice and Chris Wolfe in the back. And we will see who the better man tonight TRULY is."

He held his arms out in a crucifix, grinning deviously as he tilted his head back.

"Ave... Satanas."

[Match #6. Tag Team Match - The Rebel Forces v. The McKeesport Mafia © ]
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Tag Team Championships!”


The crowd pops as Pop Evil's "Trenches" fills the arena. The words "VIVA LA RESISTANCE" scroll up from the bottom of the video wall in the same style as the Star Wars movies' text scroll. Next, the Rebel Alliance logo EXPLODES onto the video wall at the 0:14 second mark when the guitar and drums really pick up. Here, the curtain flies open and Teddy Morse and Chase Evans come bursting onto the scene!! After a brief moment of looking around at the audience, the two men exchange a fist bump and start marching down the walkway as a four man unit just as the chorus to the song hits.

ARDEN
"Making their way to the ring are the challengers!!!! At a combined weight of five hundred and twelve pounds!! From Cheatham County, Tennessee! Teddy Morse!! Chase Evans!! THE REBEEEEEEEEELLLL FOOOOORCEEEEEEEES!!!!!"

Once they reach the ring, Teddy Morse slides in under the bottom rope. Chase Evans jumps up onto the apron and steps in between the top and middle ropes. Each man takes a turnbuckle and amps up the crowd further, throwing their fists up. They acknowledge the fans who mimic the gesture before hopping down to the mat and remove their entrance gear.


As the camera panned over the inside of the Little Caesars Arena, the lights dimmed and turned to a flickering of black and gold as Prophets of Rage's "Unfuck The World" came on through the speakers. The Detroit crowd was on their feet during the instrumental build up, finally popping once the lyrics started--

No Hatred
Fuck Racists
Blank Faces
Time's Changin
One Nation
Unification
The Vibration
Unfuck the World!

--because that was when the curtain flew open and out stepped the McKeesport Mafia. Big Daddy Payne came first, followed by "The Punisher" Andrew Payne, still rocking his retro style gear with the only exception being that his t-shirt was that of their team's newest design "HOUSE PAYNE - No Words - Just Action." Around their waists, the Tag Team Championships. Always the more stoic of the two, Andrew Payne waited for BDP to start down the ramp where he followed right alongside him, storming to the ring with a purpose in their step.

ARDEN
“Their opponents! At a combined weight of five hundred and fifty pounds! From The Steel City! They are the NFW Tag Team Champions! “The Punisher” Andrew Payne...Big Daddy Payne. THE MCKEESPORT MAFIA!!!!”

Poverty hit home like a war zone
Check America's pulse, heard a death tone
Division hitting like a bullet to precision
Kill the dream, kill the vision, now listen
What the fuck are you waiting for?
Stand up and rise like the tide
And move your ass with the quickness
You may live on the hit list
No fear, bare witness

Once the two men reached the ring, they entered in their usual fashion, each taking a corner under the flickering yellow lights before stepping down and fist bumping one another as their music faded out and the lights returned to normal. BDP removed his skullcap and long coat while Andrew Payne removed his House of Payne shirt and snapped it into the front row to a random fan. The bigger of the two men then leans back against the ropes, warming up as the referee took their belts.

The McKeesport Mafia and Rebel Forces are in the ring as the NFW Tag Team Championships are presented to the crowd before being handed off and the bell sounds.

~DING DING DING~

Andrew and Teddy start the match for their teams and the two men circle the ring before locking up. Andrew, with the size advantage, forces Teddy into the corner. The ref calls for the break and Andrew steps back, giving a clean break. Teddy comes out of the corner and as he does, walks right up to Andrew, getting in his face. Andrew isn’t having any of it as he delivers a forearm right to the side of the head of Teddy, staggering him back. Teddy though comes back with a forearm of his own. The two stand in the middle of ring exchanging forearms before Andrew blocks a couple from Teddy and strings together a few forearms smashes.

Andrew then grabs Teddy and pulls his head down into a clutch position and starts to just deliver knee strikes to the head of his opponent before picking him up and delivering a running powerslam. Andrew drags Teddy over to his corner and tags Big Daddy into the match. Big Daddy comes in and the two pick Teddy up. The tag champions hit opposite ropes and deliver splashes to Teddy, squashing him in between them. Big Daddy drops down and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Big Daddy picks Teddy up off the mat and sends him into the corner. Big Daddy gets a head of steam and delivers a corner splash. He grabs Teddy and just throws him out of the corner, sending him about halfway across the ring. Big Daddy hits the ropes and goes for a sliding forearm, but Teddy manages to dodge by dropping back down to the mat and then grabs Big Daddy and rolls him up for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Big Daddy and Teddy both make it up to their feet. Teddy hits the ropes and goes for a shoulder tackle, but Big Daddy doesn’t budge. Teddy hits the ropes and goes for another, and fails again. This time, when Teddy looks for a third shoulder tackle, Big Daddy just leans his shoulder in and drops Teddy to the mat. Big Daddy hits the ropes and goes for a splash, but Teddy is able to move out of the way, causing his opponent to crash into the mat. Teddy makes it to his feet and leaps, making the tag to Chase.

Chase comes in and knocks Big Daddy back down once he’s up with a clothesline. Big Daddy gets up again and is once again knocked down with a clothesline. Chase then picks Big Daddy up and delivers a belly to belly overhead release suplex. Chase gets up and crowd goes nuts for him. He soaks it in for a moment before picking Big Daddy up and sending him into the corner. Chase charges in and delivers a running knee strike that hits Big Daddy right under the jaw. Teddy tags himself back into the match. The challengers pulls Big Daddy out of the corner and the two deliver Double Shots.

Teddy then climbs to the top rope and launches himself, hitting Big Daddy with a diving leg drop. He picks his opponent up off the mat and sends him into the ropes. Big Daddy comes off the ropes and gets dropped with a drop toe hold and Teddy transitions it into a Kogi Clutch. Big Daddy isn’t in the hold for long as he rolls onto his back and stacks Teddy up for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Teddy hops up to his feet and Big Daddy is up to one knee as Teddy hits the ropes and delivers a sliding forearm to the face of Big Daddy. Teddy picks his opponent up to his feet and Big Daddy goes for a punch to the face, but Teddy blocks it and delivers one of his own. He then delivers a series of punches and on the final one yells out “Judy Chop!” and hits Big Daddy dropping him to the mat.

Teddy goes to his corner and tags in Chase who picks Big Daddy up. The two look like they’re about to hit Hook, Line, and Sinker, but Andrew comes in and takes Teddy down with a Foot to the Throat! Teddy gets sent out of the ring as Big Daddy gets out of the hold and throws Chase into the ropes. Chase comes off the ropes and Andrew picks him up and he and Big Daddy deliver Aces High! Big Daddy hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here are your winners and STILL the NFW Tag Team Champions!! “The Punisher” Andrew Payne...and...Big Daddy Payne! THE MCKEESPORT...MAFIA!!!!!”

“Unfuck The World” boomed throughout the arena as BDP and Andrew Payne retrieved their belts and fist bumped one another, holding them up to the audience. Teddy Morse and Chase Evans walked up the back ramp, looking dejected and frustrated while Chase signaled to Teddy with his fingers ‘this close. We almost had them’ before slapping his buddy on the back to reassure him.

HANSON
“Another retained championship! Champs are on a roll tonight!”

AUGUSTINO
“Yeah but you can’t say the Mafia didn’t earn that one!”

HANSON
“Those guys always fight hard and the Rebel Forces certainly made sure they fought damn hard tonight! I’d be remiss to say we don’t see these two teams clash again!”

Winners: McKeesport Mafia
Result: Pinfall
Time: 24:19
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[Semi-Main Event. “Lionheart” Alex Brody v. “Darth Ganja” Sativa Nevaeh © ]

As the cameras return to ringside, “A Song of Fire and Ice” by Artas plays over the speakers. Instead of her theatrical, wrestling entrance, the fans are greeted simply by the form of Lilith “Ice” Meadows, as she comes walking out from behind the curtain. Instead of her ring gear, she has swapped it out for a pair of black biker shorts, sneakers and a black and white referee shirt to fit her size. Ice looks none too happy to be there as she makes her way down the ramp.

ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, at this time, the special guest referee for your next contest. She is one half of the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions. ICE!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Awwwww, look at her Nick! She doesn’t wanna be here! She shouldn’t be here! I respect Ms. Greene and her position but I think this was a bad call!”

HANSON
“Ice definitely has some conflicts of interest in this one. Close ties to both competitors, you could say.”

Ice makes it to the ring and meekly gets in, immediately moving to one of the neutral corners as her music stops.


“Burn Me Out” by Fozzy fills the arena as the lights take on a mixture of blue and green hues. The crowd goes wild as the word “Lionheart” appears in the darkness on stage. Once the stage lights up again, Alex Brody is revealed with her back to the ring, arms out. The glowing “Lionheart” is coming from the back of her jacket as she mirrors her idol, Chris Jericho’s pose. The crowd pops as, for the occasion of the ppv, she’s also wearing a black fedora as seen in the music video to her entrance theme. Alex Brody spins around, pulls the fedora with her name on it off and frisbees it out into the crowd as she makes her way to the ring. For the first time in awhile, it seems Alex is herself again. All smiles and energy as she high fives the audience in the front row. Keeping with her tribute to her idol, she climbs the steps and leans back against the top rope, facing the audience before kicking her leg up into the ring and pumps her arm. Alex takes to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle, throwing the horns up.

From the neutral corner, Ice watches with a smile on her face as her girlfriend arrives at the ring.

Alex climbs down to the mat and removes her jacket, handing it over to the timekeeper as she finally turns to the stage with a scowl.


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 Championship 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 slides under the bottom rope head first. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. 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 heads to her corner and waits for the match to start.

Once both women have their entrance gear off, Sativa Nevaeh hands the title off to Ice, giving her an almost uncharacteristic, warm smile. Ice takes the belt and steps back, lowering her head as Roger Arden steps up.

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

Looking as if she’s just remembering what to do, Ice raises the title up over her head to show the crowd. Alex Brody and Sativa Nevaeh come to stand face to face on either side of the ring announcer.

ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challenger. From San Diego, California! Representing The Resistance! “LIONHEART”...ALEX...BRODY!!!”

Alex Brody turns to the audience, managing a smile to her fans as she raises the Viva La Resistance fist into the air before turning back to her opponent and scowling again.

ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Los Angeles, California! Representing The Kingdom! She is known as The Ganja Goddess...The Blood Countess...The Harm Harlot…. She is the NFW Women’s Champion! “DARTH GANJA”...SATIVA...NEVAEH!!!”

Roger Arden nods to both women and steps out of the ring. Alex and Sativa are in the ring as Ice checks both of them for weapons. She backs up, a little timid and still clearly uncomfortable to be in this situation between these two. She calls for the bell and the match is underway.

~DING DING DING~

Sativa and Alex circle the ring, Sativa jaw jacking a little before they finally lock up in the center. Ice stands back and watches as Sativa forces Alex back into the corner. Once it happens, Ice is quick to get in between them and tell her friend to give a clean break. Sativa backs off, putting her hands up in the air as smirks right at Alex. Alex comes charging in and takes the champion down with a double leg takedown and gets into the mount and starts to send a flurry of punches down to the head of Sativa. Sativa does her best to block and eventually, Ice grabs her girlfriend and pulls her off of Sativa. Sativa gets up to her feet and Alex just looks at Ice who slinks back into the corner.

HANSON
“I’m not sure Ice had to break them up there. That all looked legal.”

AUGUSTINO
“You have to expect some conflict, Nick. This is her best friend and the love of her life going head to head and to me, it looks like they’re trying to kill each other!”

Alex and Sativa lock up once again in the middle of the ring and this time, it’s Alex who breaks the hold and goes behind the champion and puts her in a waist lock. She picks Sativa up and just slams her down face first into the mat before putting the champion into a headlock. Alex wrenches on Sativa’s head and neck as Ice drops to her knees and checks to make sure it isn’t a choke. Once she sees that it isn’t, she stands back and watches. Sativa struggles, finally making it back to her feet and delivering a few elbows to the midsection of Alex, freeing her up. Sativa tries to run and get some momentum, but before she can, Alex grabs Sativa by the hair and yanks her down to the mat. Ice steps in and warns Alex to watch the hair and as she does, Sativa leaps over Ice and takes Alex down with a clothesline.

HANSON
“WHOA!! CHAMP FEELS LIKE FLYING, TONIGHT!!”

AUGUSTINO
“She could have hit Ice but nice move!!!”

Sativa picks Alex up and sends her into the ropes. Alex comes off the ropes and Sativa hits her with a slingblade. She gets back to her feet and follows it up with a standing shooting star press. She stays on top of her challenger and goes for a cover. Ice is slow to get into position.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Sativa looks at Ice for a moment, wondering what was going on and Ice apologizes right away. This little exchange is enough for Alex to get back to her feet and when Sativa turns around, she’s hit square in the jaw with a superkick. Sativa staggers and is clearly stunned as Alex delivers a second superkick that drops the champion. Alex runs to the ropes and springboards off the second delivering a lionsault and going for the cover. Again, Ice is a little slow to get into position to make the count.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

This time, it’s Alex who tells Ice she needs to get into position quicker and Ice is again quick to apologize. Alex though, doesn’t allow it to distract her as she turns back to the champion and picks her up off the mat. Alex sends Sativa into the corner and charges in, delivering a corner dropkick. Alex snapmares Sativa out of the corner before climbing to the second rope and delivering a leg drop across the champion’s throat. Alex though doesn’t go for the cover and picks Sativa back up off the mat. Alex sends her into the ropes, but Sativa holds onto the ropes and slides out to the floor to stop the momentum of the challenger. The crowd boos Sativa and she just gives them all the middle finger as she walks around on the floor.

HANSON
“Oh now c’mon. Nice pandering to the fans, champ. Real classy!”

AUGUSTINO
“Bitch has a fucking attitude....and I dig it!”

HANSON
“Yeah she has an attitude, alright.”

AUGUSTINO
“Hey, from one Latina to another, I approve. Alex needs to get her back in the ring, though. I’ll say that much!”

Sativa is trying to catch her breath, but Alex is having none of it as she hits the ropes and comes diving through the middle and top rope, driving Sativa back first into the barricade with a suicide dive. Alex gets back into the ring and hits the ropes once again, delivering a second suicide dive to the champion befroe getting in the ring and doing it a third time. Alex stands up to her feet as the crowd goes wild, giving her and “Alex” chant. Alex slaps the hands of some of the fans in the front row as Ice is trying to tell her to get the action back in the ring. Alex picks Sativa up and sends her face first into the ring post before grabbing the champion and rolling her back into the ring. Alex climbs to the top rope and delivers a 450 splash and goes for a cover. Ice drops into position, a little quicker this time.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Alex looks at Ice for a moment before just turning her focus back on the champion. Alex picks Sativa up off the mat and sends her into the ropes. Sativa comes off the ropes and runs right into a standing dropkick by her challenger. Alex climbs up to the top rope once again and waits for Sativa to make it to her feet. Once the champion gets up and turns around, Alex launches herself and delivers a flying crossbody and goes for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Alex once again climbs to the top rope and she waits for Sativa to once again make it to her feet. Sativa though stumbles into the ropes, causing Alex to lose her balance and crotch herself on the top rope. Sativa climbs up to the top rope and starts punching Alex and then grabbing her challenger and it looks like she trying for a superplex, but Alex blocks the attempt and delivers a few headbutts to Sativa, knocking her down to the mat. Sativa gets back up to her feet and as soon as she does, Alex launches herself and delivers a beautiful dragonrana and hooks Sativa’s legs for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Alex gets up and starts to tell Ice that it was a slow count, but Ice doesn’t say anything and just backs away, clearly not wanting to argue.

AUGUSTINO
“Ice is kinda slow on those counts, huh?”

HANSON
“Well, she’s never officiated a match before. I’d imagine it takes some getting used to.”

Alex turns around and turns her attention to Sativa once again and picks her up. She sends Sativa once again into the corner. Alex comes charging in and looks for a corner splash, but Sativa is able to roll out of the way at the last second causing the challenger to crash face first into the top turnbuckle. Sativa grabs Alex and turns her around, pulling her away from the corner and delivering a standing Spanish Fly. Sativa though doesn’t go for a cover, but instead climbs to the top rope. She launches herself and hits Alex with a shooting star press but still elects to just pick Alex up and set her up. The crowd yells out “Execute Order 66” and Sativa snaps off the tiger suplex and bridges up for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Sativa looks over at Ice who once again just backs away towards a corner and avoids any confrontation about a slower count than what people are usually used to. Sativa though doesn’t say a word, she just grabs Alex and pulls her up to her feet. Sativa takes Alex and tosses her between the middle and top rope with her head draping into the ring. Sativa turns Alex around and delivers a neckbreaker that snaps Alex’s neck off the ropes and drops her to the floor. Ice gets out of the ring and checks on Alex who’s holding her neck and pounding on the protective padding on the floor. She tells Ice she’s fine and the blonde gets back into the ring.

AUGUSTINO
“Alex might be hurt. Think Ice’ll stop the match?”

HANSON
“I imagine part of her wants to but that would mean a loss for Alex and I imagine Ice doesn’t wanna be responsible for that outside of counting a pinfall or announcing a submission.”

Alex gets back up to her feet, but as soon as she does, Sativa comes leaping over the top rope and hitting a Fosbury Flop on the challenger. The crowd once again begins to boo the champion as she gets down in Alex’s face and starts yelling that she asked for all of this and soon she’ll have nothing. Sativa piefaces the downed Alex before picking her up and driving her back first into the ring apron. She does this a few more times before rolling Alex back into the ring. Sativa gets up to the apron and waits for Alex to make it to her feet. Alex does, but before Sativa can do anything, Alex slides between the ropes and legs of Sativa, grabbing the champion’s legs and driving her into the barricade with a powerbomb. The crowd gives a “Holy shit” chant as Ice is quick to get out and check on Sativa.

HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!! RIGHT ON THE BARRICADE!!!”

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

AUGUSTINO
“That had to hurt!”

HANSON
“No kidding!”

Alex picks Sativa up and rolls her into the ring. Ice slides in and Alex climbs up to the apron and springboards, delivering another 450 splash to the champion. Alex though doesn’t go for the cover. Instead, she picks Sativa up into a seated position and hits the ropes. Alex comes off the ropes and hits The Call of Cthulhu! The crowd goes nuts as she goes for the cover. Ice drops down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Sativa rolls her shoulder up at the very last moment and the crowd boos Ice for the slow count. Alex gets up and is clearly a little frustrated now at Ice as she tells the blonde she needs to count faster.

AUGUSTINO
“Cut her a break, girls! She didn’t ask for this!”

HANSON
“Remember folks, Ice is not a referee. She’s a wrestler. A competitor.”

AUGUSTINO
“A defending tag team champion!”

Ice backs away and Alex picks Sativa up into a seated position once again. Alex hits the ropes and goes for The Call of Cthulhu for a second time, but this time, Sativa is able to drop down to the mat and dodge the knee. She picks the ankle of Alex and drops her face first into the mat. Sativa makes it up to her feet and picks Alex up, putting her into a dragon sleeper. Alex flails and tries to get out of the hold. Ice asks if Alex wants to give up, but the challenger refuses. Alex continues to fight, trying to get out of the hold, but the more she fights, the more energy she uses. After a while, Alex begins to go limp and it looks like she’s out. Ice grabs the arm of Alex and raises it and watches it drop once. Ice does it again and Alex’s arm drops a second time. Ice does it once more and just when it looks like Alex’s arm is going to drop a third time, it stays up. Alex makes it back up to her feet and the crowd starts to chant for the challenger. Alex finally manages to counter out of the hold, but Sativa is quick to deliver a snap DDT spiking Alex on the top of her head. Sativa then climbs up to the top rope and launches herself deliver a Sonic Screwdriver! She goes right for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

This time, it’s Alex’s turn to kickout of Sativa’s finishing move. Sativa is now there telling Ice that it should have been three. Ice once again moves back, avoiding a confrontation.

AUGUSTINO
“C’mon. Let up on her! At this point, Ice should just tell Yumi Akiyama to get down here and take cover. Nobody gives that woman shit.”

Sativa now, rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. She holds it up and the crowd begins to boo her as she slides into the ring with it in hand. Ice is quick to jump into action though, pulling the chair from the champion and telling her that she can’t use it. Ice tosses the chair to the side warns Sativa that if she tries to go for it and use it again, she’ll be disqualified. As this is happening though, it gives Alex enough time to get her senses back and grabs the champion by the tights and roll her up for a pin. Ice gets taken by surprise and is a little slow dropping down for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Alex keeps hold of the legs of the champion and is able to transition the pin into The Liontamer! Alex sits back on the champion’s back, driving a knee into the small of Sativa’s back. Sativa screams out in pain as Ice is right there to see if Sativa taps out. Alex wrenches back as far as she can as the crowd begins to swell in anticipation for a new champion to be crowned. Sativa raises her hand and it looks like she’s about to tap, but then does her best to scramble to the bottom rope to force the break. Alex keeps the hold on as Ice yells for the break and starts her five count. Ice reaches the count of four and Alex finally releases Sativa.

Alex yells out that this match is finally going to end as the crowd goes crazy for her. Alex pulls Sativa out to the middle of the ring and sits her up. Alex hits the ropes and looks for The Call of Cthulhu once again, but Sativa is able to get up as Alex comes charging towards her and deliver Got ‘Em out of nowhere! Sativa slowly makes her way to the top rope and once again launches herself and delivers a second Sonic Screwdriver! She goes for the cover and Ice drops down.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner...AND STILL...NFW WOMEN’S CHAMPION!! “THE BLOOD COUNTESS”...SATIVA...NEVAEH!!!

The bell sounds and Ice hands the NFW Women’s Championship to Sativa and raises her arm. Sativa immediately begins to celebrate, looking at Ice for a moment. Ice nods at her friend before she gets down and checks on her girlfriend. She helps Alex back up to her feet and tells her that she’s sorry and gives Alex a hug and kiss on the cheek. Alex looks at Ice and then out at the crowd who is cheering for her. Ice backs away and gets out of the ring. She looks up at the ring and leans down, picking up the steel chair that was brought in earlier. She looks at it and then at Sativa who is standing down at ringside and then she looks back up at Alex.

AUGUSTINO
“Hey, whoa, heads up. What’s Ice doing?”

HANSON
“She’s got that chair in her hand that she took from Sativa earlier. What the---”

Ice slides into the ring and the crowd begins to stir, booing a little bit as Alex still has no idea that Ice is behind her. Ice comes up right behind Alex and takes the chair, BLASTING her in the back with it. The crowd begins to boo even louder now as Ice looks down, her expression changing from concern and caring for Alex to that of focus and disdain. She delivers a few more chair shots before grabbing Alex and locking her into the Icicle! Alex screams out in pain as Sativa rolls back in and starts taunting Alex.

HANSON
“You gotta be kidding me!!!!! Ice has turned her back on Alex Brody!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“But why?!”

HANSON
“Your guess is as good as mine!”

The camera zooms in and picks up Sativa telling Alex that she told her that she’d lose everything tonight. She continues to taunt Alex for a little before she taps Ice on the shoulder and the blonde breaks the submission and leaves Alex lying there in the middle of the ring. Ice and Sativa get out of the ring as Alex looks up at the two of them, tears in her eyes and confusion on her face as Ice grabs Sativa and pulls her into a passionate kiss before looking back at Alex with a wicked smirk and the two walk up the ramp, hand in hand.

HANSON
“I don’t understand any of this!”

AUGUSTINO
“Whoa, here comes Mercer!”

Coming down the back ramp at a brisk jog, Erin Mercer slid into the ring and went immediately to Alex Brody’s side, helping her friend up onto her knees. Confused and emotionally shattered, Alex Brody stared back at Erin with tears pouring down her face. Erin pulled her friend in for a tight hug as she glared over her shoulder at the champion and the special referee for the match. She could be seen mouthing, “you wait. You wait!!” as Sativa Nevaeh and Ice looked none too concerned with the angry redhead’s threats as they disappeared back through the curtain.

Winner: Sativa Nevaeh
Result: Pinfall
Time: 48:39
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A video package rolls with the intro to Scott Stapp’s “Purpose For Pain”, showcasing the return of Max LeBrun and Judas Lasher, separately, to New Frontier Wrestling. We see The Dominion of Pain’s return as they appeared in the ring to bring an end to the Circle of Snakes.

We see the formation of The Renegades as Candi Broduer, Julian Morrison and Max LeBrun all remove their lucha masks, after beating down Nico Salvatore and Tyson Law. A recap shows Max LeBrun standing with a mic in hand, glaring into the camera.

“This is OUR stomping grounds! This is OUR time! And starting tonight...we pull the pin on the grenade!”

Max extends a fist out, ‘popping the pin’ as a short reel plays, highlighting Max’s initial return run. We are reminded of the hate that was in his heart while he once lead the Renegades. His crude, underhanded tactics. His merciless albeit somewhat true insults to those who were against him.

I wait in the dark
Through whispering winds
I hide, lie in wait
Because I know how it ends

We see a brief recap of the controversial interview between Max LeBrun and Nico Salvatore, leading up to their number one contender’s match. We are shown Max’s defeat of Nico and subsequent defeat of Scott Leroux at Highway To Hell to become NFW Heavyweight Champion. We get short recaps of his successful defenses against Rick Dickulous, Chris Wolfe and Nico Salvatore.

In circles of hell
The weight of the world
Even in my dreams
I can't escape from myself

We jump forward to the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament where Judas Lasher performed with a near clean sweep, save for one defeat. Subsequently, we see Judas Lasher and Chris Wolfe in the finals where Judas Lasher won the tournament and declared himself the future champion, come Wrestle War XV.

I shut every door but the right one
I fought the devil and he won!

We move forward to a brutal highlight reel of Judas Lasher and Max LeBrun’s Heavyweight Championship match at Wrestle War, culminating in Judas Lasher becoming the new and current champion.

HANSON
“Judas Lasher is our new champion and Max LeBrun looks beside himself.”

REYNOLDS
“You can say that again, Nicky--WHOA WAIT, A DAMN MINUTE!!!”

The video package continues, immediately following the recap of Lasher and LeBrun’s Wrestle War match where The Renegades, at that point made up of Julian Morrison, Tyson Law, Tyler Grey and Serena Frost, attacked Max and Candi, exiling them from the group.

There's gotta be more
'Cause this life is insane
Gotta turn this around
And find the purpose for pain
There's so much to lose
Yeah, there's so much at stake
Gotta turn this around
And find the purpose for pain
The purpose for pain

REYNOLDS
“THE RENEGADES HAVE TURNED ON THEIR LEADERSHIP!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”

HANSON
“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!”

The video package continues, focusing on Judas Lasher’s dominant reign over NFW as Heavyweight Champion. We get a recap of Tyler Grey’s challenge to unify the Heavyweight and Junior Heavyweight Titles and his attack on Judas Lasher, injuring his shoulder. We see a recap of Judas Lasher defeating Tyler Grey and becoming the inaugural World Champion. The next clip shows Steven Brody announcing his first challenger as none other than...Max LeBrun, stepping out from behind the curtain, being revealed as given his rematch clause.

Fell into the light
Thrown from the abyss
Screamed so many nights
Not going out like this

I shut every door but the right one
I fought the devil and he won

HANSON
“MAX LEBRUN IS GETTING HIS REMATCH FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“HELL YEAH BITCHES!!”

REYNOLDS
“About goddamn time!!!!”

There's gotta be more
'Cause this life is insane
Gotta turn this around
And find the purpose for pain
There's so much to lose
Yeah, there's so much at stake
Gotta turn this around
And find the purpose for pain
The purpose for pain

Finally, we see a recap of Max LeBrun’s return to action, full time, and his declaration of regaining what he lost at Wrestle War. The final shot is a split screen of Judas Lasher holding up the World Championship on the left and Max LeBrun, playing to the crowd on the turnbuckle after a promo before the shot cuts back to ringside….
================================================================

[Main Event. “The Toronto Daredevil” Max LeBrun v. “The King of Pain” Judas Lasher © ]
HANSON
“Awwwww here we go, folks!”

AUGUSTINO
“Rematch tiiiiiiiiime!!! Yes!! I watched their Wrestle War match with my friends. We had a whole fucking party for the event, it was lit!”

HANSON
“Spare me the details, no offense.”

AUGUSTINO
“Hehehehehe.”


Yeah, y'all ready for this?
Turn that shit up, let's go!

As Deuce’s “Here I Come” fills the arena, the video wall comes to life with The Resistance logo before being consumed by a fire and burning away to reveal the words Toronto Daredevil emblazoned over The Resistance’s modified Rebel Alliance sigil.

I hate what I became, so goddamn insane
A man without a brain that's trying to run away
By jumping off a plane, that's why I can't restrain
Myself from killing every motherfucker in this place
It's just a little late, wish I was Lil Wayne
Shit, I'mma keep on killing motherfuckers in my way
You better be afraid 'cause I'm about to break
Prepare for war, yeah, this is Judgment Day

The curtain parts and Candi Broduer emerges onto the stage, throwing up both hands with the horns and amping up the crowd. Behind her, Max LeBrun comes confidently, with a bit of cocky swag to his step, walking out behind her. Ring gear, sunglasses, flashy black coat with red lining and his nickname in red stones on the back.

Nothing's getting in my way
Don't really care what you say
I ain't really ever gonna change
Told you that I'm here to stay
Nothing's getting in my way
Told you I ain't really ever gonna change

Max LeBrun walks to the center of the stage at the top of the ramp and looks out across the audience from behind his shades. He smirks as the crowd goes wild for the fan favorite. As the song continues to bump, he slowly raises up one hand before snapping it down and throwing up his other arm with the horns extended. A deafening yet beautiful display of red and white pyro goes off on the stage on both sides as well as above him and Candi. He turns, fist bumping the lovely woman at his side before the two start their way down to the ring.

Here I come to have fun, better fucking run
Told you that I am never fucking done
Fear no one, here I come, better grab a gun
Until I die, I'm never fucking done

As Max reaches the ring, he climbs the steps and enters under the top rope, throwing up the horns again as he comes to stand on the bottom and middle ropes. Lowering his hand, he pulls off his sunglasses and backs up to the center of the ring where Candi helps him remove his heavy coat. Candi hands Max’s entrance gear off to the timekeeper, minus his sunglasses which Max rests on Candi’s head before the two share a hug and a quick kiss. Candi adds an extra kiss to her man’s cheek and can be seen saying, ‘you got this baby’ before stepping out of the ring. Max’s cocky swag is immediately whisked away and replaced by a look of hard focus and determination just before the arena goes completely black.


A low piano tune is heard in the darkness as lighters from the crowd begin to appear. Cell phones turn on, trying to see in the dark. Finally, a spotlight falls on the center of the stage where a little girl - about ten years old or so - is seen, standing dressed in a white gown. Her face however, is painted up like an eerie skull as she stands in front of a low microphone stand. She begins to sing. Her angelic voice filling the arena with a sweet melody.

Ave Maria! Jungfrau mild,
Erhöre einer Jungfrau Flehen,
Aus diesem Felsen starr und wild
Soll mein Gebet zu dir hinwehen.
Wir schlafen sicher bis zum Morgen,
Ob Menschen noch so grausam sind.
O Jungfrau, sieh der Jungfrau Sorgen,
O Mutter, hör ein bittend Kind!
Ave Maria!

Here, the girl lowers her head and steps back from the mic, disappearing into the voice as a bone chilling, demonic voice fills the arena.

God of this world
God of my flesh
God of my mind
God of my enemies
Every part of this world is within your power
You rule over every part of this world
For I am myself
Of my own free will
I present myself to you….

AVE...SATANAS!

A red light fell upon the stage, revealing a pentagram glowing on the stage floor as candles lit up along the edge of the stage and down along the ramp. From behind the curtain, Alessandra Prescott makes a rare appearance, dressed in a beautiful, black evening gown as she carries with her a tray of ashes. Looming behind her is the visage of Judas Lasher, wearing his ceremonial robes and goat skull helmet. The two slowly make their way out onto the stage.

Unholy gatherings, beneath the midnight sky
Praise blackened deities, the world of God denied
They call the ancient ones, invokes infernal names
Sigil of Baphomet, baptized in blood and flames

As one, Alessandra and Judas make their way down the ramp, towards the ring. As always, Judas Lasher takes the time to ‘bless’ fans in the front row, wearing Dominion of Pain merchandise with an inverted cross on their forehead, drawn from the ashes that his beloved is carrying.

Faithless in the eyes of God
And reverse your holy cross
Renounce your crown of thorns
Defile your mother whore

Avé, Avé Satanas!
Avé, Luciferi Excelsi!

Judas Lasher reaches the ring where Alessandra Prescott stands by as the man ascends the steps and enters. He comes to the center, spreading his arms out like that of a priest before reaching up and removing his helmet to reveal the sinister scowl beneath. He then opens his robe to reveal the NFW World Championship around his waist before removing his gear and coming to stand in the center of the ring with Roger Arden and Max LeBrun. The two competitors stare each other down with the slightest hint of a smirk on Max’s face and a twinkle of amusement in Judas’ eye.

ARDEN
“The following contest is your main event, scheduled for one fall! And it is for the NFW World Championship! Introducing first the challenger! From Toronto, Ontario Canada! Representing The Resistance! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds! He is the Toronto Daredevil...MAX...LEBRUN!!”

Max performs his stage pose again to the crowd as he gets a pop from the audience before turning back to the champion.

ARDEN
“His opponent! Residing in Chicago, Illinois! Representing The Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds! He is the NFW World Champion! The King of Pain...JUDAS...LASHER!!”

Holding the championship in his hand, Judas raises the title up over his head, never taking his eyes off of Max before lowering the belt and handing it off to Referee James Greer. James Greer raises the belt up for the crowd to see before handing it off and directing both men back to their corners before calling for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

The energy in the air was absolutely electric as Judas Lasher and Max LeBrun turned from their corners to face one another from across the ring. Alessandra Prescott and Candi Broduer, respectively, stepped back from the ring. Champion and challenger approached, meeting in the middle to come face to face as the crowd quickly showed their split decision on who they were behind in this contest.

KING OF PAIN!

DAREDEVIL!

KING OF PAIN!

DAREDEVIL!

KING OF PAIN!

DAREDEVIL!

KING OF PAIN!

DAREDEVIL!

Judas and Max turned from the audience, both apparently amused by the even split in the crowd. The two men exchanged a handshake, staring each other hard in the face before they backed up from one another and began circling the ring. Lasher and LeBrun circled around for another moment before stepping in and going right for the collar and elbow tie up. A moment into the hold, Judas crossed his arm over, pressing his forearm against Max’s face and began working him back towards the ropes.

HANSON
“Collar and elbow tie up. You see that forearm in the face of Max LeBrun by Judas Lasher. It’s a little unorthodox but it is a legal maneuver!”

AUGUSTINO
“That is true, Nick! Your opponent might hate it but the ref can’t do squat about it!”

The only thing the referee could do was warn Judas to get Max off of the ropes and begin the five count. At three, Judas stepped back and grabbed Max’s wrist, whipping him across the ring. Max came off the other side and met Judas’ shoulder tackle with one of his own, causing both men to come to a standoff, face to face. Both men looked equally amused as Max LeBrun pointed to the ropes and jabbed his finger in Judas Lasher’s chest, mouthing for him to take a shot. Grinning coldly, Judas ran off of the ropes and came in with a hard shoulder tackle. Max stumbled back but stayed on his feet. Max came back with his arms spread, smirking cockily and shaking his head.

“That all you got, man?!”

The crowd reacted with a mixture of cheers and boos, depending on who they were behind. Judas Lasher could see the hunger for victory and the determination in his opponent’s eyes. The King Of Pain grabbed Max by the sides of his hair and pressed their foreheads together, giving the younger man a hard, stiff slap to the face. Not so much as an insult, but more of an ‘atta-boy!’ After, however, Judas gave Max a ‘bring it’ shove backwards and motioned for him to come at him again. Max LeBrun lunged in for another lockup but slipped around behind Judas to catch him in a waistlock. Judas Lasher quickly managed to break the hold and twisted around behind Max, putting him in a waistlock of his own. Before Max could break it, Judas lifted him and dropped him down with a wrestling takedown before floating over and wrapping an arm around Max’s head in a guillotine hold. Referee James Greer quickly dropped down to check if Max wanted to give up. Max held his hand up with an index finger, shaking it to indicate he wasn’t giving up yet. Judas Lasher tightened his grip on the guillotine lock, looking back to find the bottom rope and tried to gain leverage by putting his feet up onto it. It evidently worked as Max’s raised hand clenched into a fist. He was feeling the sudden increase in pressure.

HANSON
“Oh now c’mon! Open your eyes ref!”

The referee did catch Lasher with his feet on the ropes and immediately chided him for it, starting to count until Judas dropped his feet at four. Referee Greer, however, rightfully, made Judas completely let go of Max’s neck and release him from the hold. Max LeBrun immediately rolled away from his opponent, gasping for air. As the referee argued with Judas Lasher over the rules of the match, Max LeBrun rolled out onto the apron under the bottom rope and pulled himself to his feet, waiting for Judas to turn around. Once the defending champion finally did, Max springboarded back into the ring, coming down onto Judas’ shoulders to hit a snap hurricanrana with the cover. Referee Greer immediately dropped down for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Judas Lasher thrust his hips up, pushing Max LeBrun off of him. Both men started getting up to their feet. Max made it up first and looked to be ready for a superkick as Judas climbed to his feet. As the King of Pain turned, Max thrust his foot out for the kick but Judas caught the foot and spun Max around, catching him around the waist and threw him back for a German Suplex with a bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

Max got the shoulder up and Judas pulled him up to his feet, shoving him back into the corner and chopped him across the chest with a loud smack! The crowd reacted emphatically as Judas leaned Max back against the corner and fed him a stiff forearm to the jaw and then Irish whipped him into the opposite corner. As Judas came running in for a corner splash, Max hit an up and over, causing Judas to run chest first into the turnbuckle. Max rolled forward and popped up, turning around coming back in and hit Judas with a back elbow, followed by a pele enziguri kick to the face - his signature the Wall Check.

HANSON
“Wall Check!! That could do it!!”

As Judas Lasher fell forward out of the corner, Max LeBrun went for the cover again, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Judas got the shoulder up and Max sat up with a look of building frustration on his face. He maintained his calm, though as he pulled Judas up to his feet and began setting him up for The Aneurysm. As Max went to hook the arms, however, Judas managed to get them free and grabbed Max by the legs, lifting him into a back body drop, sending him into the air and flat onto the mat. Max sat up on instinct, holding his back, grimacing in pain. Judas Lasher ran off the ropes behind him, across the ring and off the side of the ropes in front of Max, coming back in for a stiff sliding lariat that snapped Max back down to the mat. The impact sent spit flying from the challenger’s mouth into the air. Giving an idea of just how hard Judas actually hit him. Rather than going for a pinfall, however, Judas showed just how much he knew his opponent could handle and instead, turned over onto his front, pressing his fists into the canvas. That patented, borderline terrifying sneer of Judas Lasher’s was visible now as he watched Max LeBrun reel on the mat. Judas slowly got to his feet, poised and ready as Max pulled himself up. As Max turned around, still out on his feet, Judas went for Lucifer's Halo but Max shoved him forward, accidentally causing him to plow right into the referee, knocking James Greer into the corner. As Judas stumbled back, realizing what happened, Max stepped in and swung his leg up and around from behind Judas for his signature hook kick across the face - The Slapshot!! The crowd and announcers went nuts as Max spun Judas around and set him up again. This time, he hooked the arms, lifted Judas Lasher up and DRILLED him head first into the mat!!

HANSON
“ANEURYSM!!!!! ANEURYSM!!!!! WE’RE GONNA HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!! THERE’S THE COVER!!! ONE!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!”

While Nick Hanson was yelling out the count, however, there was no referee to make the count. Max LeBrun finally realized this and looked over to see James Greer recovering from being sent head first into the corner. The challenger crawled over, shaking the man gently, trying to help him come to. As he did, Judas Lasher turned over and began pulling himself up to his feet. He dropped down to a knee, flexing his hands in and out as Max LeBrun appeared to have woken the referee and turned his attention back to Judas Lasher. Lasher popped up, grabbing LeBrun around the head and snapped him down with--

AUGUSTINO
“LUCIFER’S HALO!!!!”

HANSON
“WITH AUTHORITY!!!!”

Judas Lasher covered Max LeBrun, hooking the leg as the referee crawled over to the competitors, making the count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE--!!

Max LeBrun got the shoulder up just in time to the pop of the crowd. Growing frustrated, Judas Lasher got to his feet, waiting for Max LeBrun to start getting up again. Again, Judas went for Lucifer’s Halo but Max LeBrun shoved him forward into the ropes. As Lasher came off of the rebound, LeBrun brought his foot up and connected with another Slapshot! Lasher stumbled back, falling into the ropes again and rebounded off, coming right back towards Max LeBrun and - to the shock of the crowd - caught the challenger with ANOTHER Lucifer’s Halo!!!!

HANSON
“ANOTHER LUCIFER’S HALO!!!!! PROBABLY WITH THE LAST OUNCE HE HAD IN THE TANK!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“IS THAT ENOUGH?!”

Lasher crawled over LeBrun for the cover and Referee James Greer dropped down.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!!! AAAAND STILL...NFW WORLD CHAMPION!!! THE KING OF PAIN...JUDAS...LASHER!!!!”

“Ave Satanas” ripped through the arena as Judas Lasher sat up, pushing his dreadlocks out of his face as the referee brought the World Championship over to him. As the reigning champion took the belt, he pulled himself up to his feet and extended a hand down to Max LeBrun to help his opponent...and friend...up to his feet. The two embraced as brothers with Max raising Judas’ arm up and calling for the crowd to give it up for the man.

HANSON
“Give it up for both of these men, folks. Judas Lasher, our champion, probably the biggest name in this company now. Max LeBrun, at only thirty years old is a fourteen year veteran of this sport. A former heavyweight champion himself. One day, I feel he will carry the big gold again. Tonight was just not his night.”