NFW Presents: CRUEL SUMMER V!

The air was thick with excitement, mixed with the salt of the sea and the unmistakable scent of violence. The ring, set up on the beach's sandy expanse, stood as an arena of destruction. Around it lay a maze of pallets covered in beach blankets, a deceptive playground of carnage. Beneath these colorful coverings awaited a smorgasbord of deathmatch weapons: barbed wire kendo sticks, light tubes, thumbtacks, steel chairs, and other implements of destruction. This wasn’t just a wrestling match; this was a Beach Brawl, a street fight in the sand where anything goes.

"In God We Trust" hits and Lluvia comes out to the stage in her gear. She does a little shimmy then seductively sways her hips as she does a slow 360, showing off her body as she does so. Lluvia then heads down to the ring and slides in under the 3rd rope, doing another little sashay once she stands up. She holds a smirk on her face as she waits for things to get going.

Isabella Salvatore: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your Beach Party Brawl! Introducing first, from Asheville, North Carolina, representing The Kingdom! LLUVIA SALVATORE!

The soft clicking of a music box crank can he heard, followed by soft, tinkling notes. After a few, they start to repeat before synthesizer and hard guitars hit. In the process of this, the lights dim but do not darken, with brighter lights shining up from beneath the stage through a purple haze.


Evanescence's "Better Without You" gets fully underway and a silhouette steps into view against the white lights shining beneath the big screen, framing the entrance to the stage. A top-hatted figure walks into view with hips popping stylishly. They come to the top of the ramp, admist the dissipating smoke, and take a bow while sweeping the hat off. It's tossed aside, along with her wand, both disappearing into thin air. The lights burst back to full strength, tinged with the same purple in the form of a spotlight following the revealed Zoey Madigan-Star as she heads down to the ring.


Somewhat uncharacteristically, Zoey does not meet the hands of the fans as she makes her way to the apron, turning to ascend the steps, wipe her soles on the apron and enter the squared circle. For certain they're offered smiles and a wave or two, but that's all; a far cry from what once was. There's a certain sharpness to her stare now, and a chill, too. She ascends the turnbuckles briefly after entering the ring, staring out at the fans before dropping down to the canvas, landing lightly. Walking to the corner, she removes her gloves and puts them into her hat which, like her wand, has somehow reappearing under the turnbuckles. Sitting on the top turnbuckle now, she crosses one leg over the other and relaxes, awaiting the start of the match with a calculating eye.

Isabella Salvatore: Her opponent, from Malibu, California! ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR!
As the bell rang, signaling the start of the match, the tension between the two women was palpable. They circled each other in the ring, eyes locked, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Zoey struck first, lunging forward with a series of fast jabs and hooks, her boxing training evident. Lluvia deftly dodged and countered with a clothesline that sent Zoey crashing into the sand outside the ring. But Zoey was quick to recover, rolling to her feet and charging back in with a spinning hook kick that Lluvia barely blocked with her forearm.

The fight quickly spilled out of the ring, as Lluvia Irish whipped Zoey into one of the pallets, sending the blanket flying off to reveal a barbed wire-wrapped steel chair. Lluvia grabbed the chair and swung, but Zoey ducked under, countering with a quick spinning headscissors takedown that slammed Lluvia onto the hard sand. Zoey wasted no time, grabbing the chair and driving it into Lluvia’s back repeatedly, the barbs ripping into her flesh, drawing first blood.

The sight of her own blood seemed to ignite something in Lluvia. She rolled out of the way of another chair shot and kicked Zoey’s legs out from under her. With Zoey down, Lluvia grabbed the nearest weapon, a kendo stick covered in barbed wire, and swung it with a ferocity that left the crowd gasping. The barbs tore at Zoey’s skin as Lluvia rained down strikes, but Zoey managed to block a blow and rip the stick from Lluvia’s hands, using it to strike back with a brutal forearm to Lluvia’s face, sending her reeling.

Both women were bleeding now, the sand beneath them speckled with red as they fought on. Zoey went for an Argentine backbreaker drop, lifting Lluvia onto her shoulders and driving her into the ground with devastating force. She followed up with a cover, but Lluvia kicked out at two, the crowd on their feet with excitement. Zoey scowled, pulling Lluvia up and locking in a Fujiwara armbar, looking to wear her down.

But Lluvia refused to submit. She used her free hand to grab a handful of sand and threw it into Zoey’s face, breaking the hold. As Zoey stumbled back, trying to clear her vision, Lluvia hit a single knee facebreaker that sent Zoey crashing to the sand. The impact gave Lluvia time to grab a steel baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire from under another blanket, the cruel weapon glinting in the dying light.

With Zoey still reeling, Lluvia swung the bat, but Zoey managed to duck under it at the last second, countering with a bicycle knee strike that connected with Lluvia’s jaw. Lluvia crumpled to the ground, and Zoey quickly covered her, hooking the leg for another pin attempt. The referee’s hand slapped the sand twice, but Lluvia’s shoulder shot up at the last moment, refusing to stay down.

Frustrated, Zoey dragged Lluvia back toward the ring, her mind set on ending this. She whipped Lluvia into the ring post, the impact echoing across the beach as Lluvia’s body hit with a sickening thud. Zoey followed up with a stalling vertical suplex, holding Lluvia in the air for what seemed like an eternity before slamming her down onto the sand. The crowd groaned in sympathy as Lluvia arched in pain, her hand instinctively going to her lower back.

Zoey was relentless, pulling Lluvia up and tossing her back into the ring. She climbed to the top rope, ready to deliver her Delightful Dervish. But just as she was about to leap, Lluvia sprang to life, charging the corner and climbing up to meet Zoey. The two women battled on the top rope, exchanging punches until Lluvia managed to hook Zoey’s arm and deliver a superplex that shook the ring. The high-risk maneuver left both women sprawled on the mat, the crowd chanting in appreciation for their efforts.

After a few moments, Lluvia crawled over to Zoey and draped an arm across her for the pin. The referee dropped to the mat and counted, but Zoey kicked out at two and a half, the match still alive. Lluvia pounded the mat in frustration, her energy waning but her determination burning brighter than ever. She slowly got to her feet, pulling Zoey up with her, and set her up for the Styles Clash. But Zoey countered at the last second, rolling through and locking in the Crossface Chickenwing, her legs wrapped tightly around Lluvia’s waist.

Lluvia screamed in pain as Zoey tightened the hold, her arms straining to reach the ropes that seemed miles away. The fans were on their feet, urging Lluvia to hold on. With a Herculean effort, Lluvia managed to shift her weight and roll onto her back, forcing Zoey’s shoulders onto the mat. The referee counted, but Zoey released the hold just before three, rolling out of the pin and getting to her feet in a flash.

The end seemed near as Zoey grabbed a barbed wire-wrapped baseball bat from under another blanket, but this one was different. The crowd gasped as Zoey lifted the bat, revealing the ominous red button on the handle – an exploding bat. Zoey grinned wickedly, holding the bat high as she stalked Lluvia, ready to deliver the final blow. But Lluvia, showing incredible ring awareness, managed to dodge the swing and connect with her Angelic Rebellion chick kick.

The impact sent the bat flying back into Zoey’s face. The explosion was instantaneous, a burst of light and sound as Zoey’s face was engulfed in a shower of sparks and debris. Zoey fell to the mat, her face a bloodied mess, the crowd in stunned silence for a brief moment before erupting in cheers for Lluvia’s resilience and cunning.

Lluvia, battered and bleeding, crawled over to Zoey’s lifeless body. She grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back into the ring, every movement a testament to her determination. The pain in her body was evident as she limped back into the ring, the toll of the match weighing heavily on her. With one final push, Lluvia collapsed onto Zoey, hooking the leg as the referee slid into position. The crowd counted along, their voices echoing over the waves.

Isabella Salvatore: Here is your winner, by pinfall…LLUVIA SALVATORE!

Nick Hanson: A big win for Lluvia Salvatore tonight, ladies and gentlemen!

Olivia Mayfaire: An explosive start to Cruel Summer, pardon the pun!

Jim Reynolds: Wait, you’re supposed to say no pun intended.

Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah, but I fully intended to make that pun, so bite me. I’m kidding, don’t.

When the camera returns to the arena, the ring is surrounded by a plethora of folding tables, all set up…

… and all with wires dangling underneath them.

Isabella Salvatore: The next contest is for the NFW Perseverance Championship using Exploding Tables Rules. No disqualifications, no count-outs. Participants can only lose by being thrown into a table, which is rigged to explode. The last fighter standing wins the belt.

The promise of combusting furniture is enough to whip the crowd into a frenzy, practically drowning Isabella out.
Feuer Frei by Rammstein plays over the sound system as Konrad comes out through the curtain with his flanged German mace with him, acting erratic with an angry look on his face, rising the flanged German mace in the air, wearing red and black skull face paint on the right side of his face with a red and black suit hoodie over his head he wears with pieces of flame blood designed all over them. He also has a penguin, walrus and a polar bear stitching on the left-hand side of his chest on his gear, stating Stop Climate Change. He also wears black boots along with Red and Black Gloves on his hands before he crouches down on the floor with the flanged German mace in front of him, looking at the ring with evil intentions.

Isabella Salvatore: Coming to the ring first, standing at six feet, four inches and two hundred one pounds… hailing from Cologne, Germany… he is Burned In Blood… KONRAD RAAB!!

After the announcement, Konrad picks up his flanged German mace and slowly walks to the ring with a massive amount of boos before Konrad runs up the steps and goes underneath the ropes. As he's in the ring, Konrad without showing any sign of acknowledgment from the fans, lays the flanged German mace on the turnbuckle, then sits in the corner of the ring with the crowd booing him, having a nasty look in his eyes, flicking his fists as if he's already ready to fight, with ring staff taking Konrad's flanged German mace away, waiting for the match to start as he takes his hoodie off from his head.
As the crowd calms down, the first strains of K-FORCE’s “Kontraster” begins.

Isabella Salvatore: And next, standing at one hundred seventy centimeters and sixty-three kilograms… hailing from Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan... they are the Azure Assassin… KASUMI KANEKO!!

When the very pop-like music started to play through the venue, the lights were flashing in a similar way to the beat with the colors of Azure Blue and a slight green. Once the male vocals kicked in, the rap heavy song continued as Kasumi has stepped out from the curtain, a smile on their face as they were dressed like a pirate, having a pirate hat, eye-patch, and the clothes to match. They took a bow at the ramp before continuing the walk to the ring, occasionally waving to the fans with a very upbeat vibe to them as if they were motivated by the entrance music playing. When they got into the ring, they took the hat off and threw it into the crowd, waving at them before they walked to the corner they were supposed to be in, moving their blonde hair out of their face as they waited for the match to begin.

Konrad and Kasumi exchange looks, then look at the various tables around the ring.
The opening of Madonna’s “Material Girl” begins playing as Cait Flanagan steps out onto the ramp, the prized Perseverance Belt over her shoulder. With a wink, she licks her index finger and touches it to the ground and as she passes the spot, flames shoot up behind her. She reaches into her tights and pulls out a wad of cash, fanning it out for the crowd to see.

She tousles her hair and fans herself with the money, then shrugs and tosses it behind her, letting it get eaten up by the flames. Cait puts her hand up to her mouth as she seems to realize what she’s done, but then she shrugs her shoulders and cackles.


Still laughing, Cait skips the rest of the way down to the ring, tossing her hair over her shoulder and blowing mocking kisses to the men in the audience. She ascends the steps and ducks through the ropes, winking at the referee.

Isabella Salvatore: And finally, standing at five feet, eight inches and one hundred thirty-five pounds… hailing from Belfast, Northern Ireland... she is the Million Dollar Baby and your Perseverance Champion… CAIT!! FLANAGAN!!

She seems to thank the ring announcer for her introduction and goes to her corner, laying across the turnbuckle and giving her opponent a cheeky little wave. The referee approaches Cait and takes the belt. He walks first to Kasumi, who admires the belt and nods to the official, then to Konrad. Raab licks his thumb and wipes a smudge off the plate, before quietly thanking the ref. As Isabella hurries from the ring, the ref hands the belt off to an attendant.
When the bell finally rings, the three rush to meet in the center. Kasumi slams a dropkick into Cait’s check, knocking her back – but Kasumi only gets knocked down as Konrad shoulder blocks them to the ropes. Kasumi rattles to the cables while Raab reaches down and palms a handful of Cait’s red locks.

Pushing themselves up to their feet, Kasumi runs at Konrad. Raab has his back to them, lifting Cait up in a military press and aiming for one of the rigged tables outside the ring. He drops the champ as Kasumi headbutts him in the ribs. Cait lands on the mat and immediately rolls away to safety.

Konrad turns to Kasumi and slams a fist into the side of their head. To the surprise of the fans, the smaller fighter takes the hit and remains on their feet, returning the hits just as hard. The force of the Azure Assassin’s hits surprise Raab, as do their perfect placement. The first hit drives straight into Raab’s throat. He grabs his throat while Kasumi grabs his arm and launches him to the ropes.

Konrad hits the ropes and flips over the top, but lands on his feet on the ring skirt. Kasumi rushes at him, but Raab sends a kick between the ropes into Kaneko’s midsection.

All the while, on the other side of the ring, Cait has flipped a table over very carefully and is studying the makeshift bomb – doing her best to understand how it works and the best place to drop an opponent to ignite it.

Back inside the squared circle, Kaneko and Raab are working each other, with the German getting the upper hand. He rocks Kasumi with a double axe handle, followed by a kick to the chest. Kaneko collides into the corner behind them, where Konrad begins punching them repeatedly. Konrad pushes Kasumi on to of the ring post, then slowly starts to climb up after them.

Once on top of the top turnbuckle, Konrad lifts Kasumi and aims them at a table beneath. Kasumi hammers at Konrad’s wrist, loosening his grip. Kasumi rolls backwards out of his hands and into the ring, landing on their feet. Kasumi grabs Konrad’s left leg from its perch and yanks it from him, forcing the man to land on the back of his head. Kasumi grabs the ropes of the corner, pushes themselves up, and drops to their knees on Kon’s chest to wind him.

The fans absolutely love this.

Kasumi props Konrad up in the corner, leaving him dazed. They race to the opposite corner and turn to face him, preparing to launch at Raab.

The attack, sadly, never occurs.

As Kasumi crouches and prepares, Cait scales the outside of the corner, heaving one of the tables up with her. Kasumi feels something ominous behind them and turns to look. As they do, Cait brings the table’s flat top down onto Kasumi’s head.

The table pops in a flash of fire and gunpowder, sending wood and metal everywhere. Fragments of the table scatter across the ring and hit Cait in the face, but Kasumi absorbs most of the damage as the drop to the canvas and roll out of the ring. As they clutch their head in agony, a voice sounds out in the arena.

Isabella Salvatore: Kasumi Kaneko has been eliminated.

Kasumi’s vision is blurry and their ears are ringing, but they can make out Cait smirking down at them, making a “boo hoo hoo” gesture. Kasumi feels hands take their arm and knows from their voices it’s NFW’s medic team, leading them from the ring. As they plod off, Kasumi swears at themselves for turning their back on Cait.

Cait, meanwhile, sees Konrad across the ring and realizes he still hasn’t recovered. She wastes no time grabbing another table and carefully pushes it into the ring. She sets it up to lean against the corner, realizing she probably will have a hard time just lifting and dropping Konrad.

Cait runs across the ring and drives an elbow into Konrad’s mouth. She follows it up with a spinning kick across his chest. She steps back and sends a kick straight up into his lower jaw. Konrad’s head rockets backward from the force. Cait cups Konrad behind the head and whispers something into his ear. Konrad can’t quite make it out, but he knows it’s mocking from the two words he does understand: “old man.” Cait starts to run, attempting to shove Konrad across the ring into the waiting table and defeat…

… but Konrad grabs the top ropes, not budging an inch. Cait suddenly realizes she’s left Raab behind after she’s taken three steps. Konrad bolts forward, ramming his shoulder into Cait’s back and flinging her at the table instead.

Cait screeches to a halt, grabbing the ropes on either side of the table to stop herself. She suddenly feels Konrad’s boots in her back, slamming her chest against the table. Cait feels dread wash over her and the arena goes silent, waiting for something to happen.

But the table doesn’t explode.

Cait breathes a sigh of relief, then turns to face Konrad. He is picking himself up from his dropkick, so she kicks him across the temple. Konrad flails, hurtling back across the ring. He starts to get up but Cait greets him with a boot across the face. Raab grabs her ankle, though, and shoves her onto her back. Rising, Konrad begins stomping the woman’s midsection and thigh.

Cait howls in pain as it dawns on her, perhaps the person she should have tried to remove first was the larger opponent, not the person closer to her weight and size.

She manages to stomp her attacker in the face before getting to her feet. Cait pops a few hits into Konrad’s face before lacing her hands around the top of his head. She drops to her knees and brings Raab’s head down, driving his jaw down into her own crown for a weird headbutt. Raab stumbles back, hitting the ropes.

The smaller, faster fighter sicks onto Konrad, beating him with ever punch she can manage. Konrad grunts with each hit and realizes his energy is leaving him. Cait is younger than him. He’s probably physically stronger, but she can outlast him – especially after Kasumi worked him over.

A lesser fighter might go to desperation. Instead, Konrad becomes determined to make sure she won’t get a chance to outlast him.

Cait sends a slap across his chest but Konrad catches her wrist. He yanks her into a punch that spins the champ. Her back to him, Konrad pushes forward and cracks Cait in the back of the head.

Stunned, Cait wobbles forward as her sense briefly vanish from her. Raab immediately whips her to the ropes across from them, catching her on the rebound.

Konrad easily hoists Cait, who flails helplessly, up over the front of this shoulders. Her title reign flashes before her eyes as Konrad races across the ring and powerbombs her against the table she herself had set up in the corner.

A second later, the table itself flashes.

The table erupts in a flash, sending shrapnel across the ring. Konrad attempts to shield his face, and splinters embed into his arm. But his arm looks considerably better than Cait’s back. The material girl rolls from the ring, clutching her back from the bombastic impact.

It takes a second for Konrad to realize what’s happened.

He’s won.
Isabella Salvatore: Your winner and new NFW Perseverance Champion… KONRAD RAAB!!

As the bell sounds, the referee approaches Konrad with the Perseverance Title, presenting it to him. Konrad carefully takes the belt, brushing his hand over the plate as he stares deeply into it. A smile creeks across has face before he turns to the fans. He raises the belt to them, accepting their cheers, as the medics approach the squared circle to check on Cait.

Result: Exploding Table (via Powerbomb)

Isabella Salvatore: “The following contest is a Buried Aliiiiiiiiiiiiiive Match. There are no disqualifications, no count outs and you can only win the match by burying your opponent….alive!”

The camera pans round and shows us an area of sand, freshly dug, where the act of burying your opponent alive is to be conducted.
"Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit blasts out of the PA system and Killian Oliver bursts out onto the stage from behind the curtain, he slaps himself in the face and then lets out a guttural roar before he begins to storm his way down the ramp.

Isabella Salvatore: “Introducing first, from Washington D.C, weighing in at 266 lbs, Killian…Oliveeeeer!!”

Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring and he goes to raise his arms up to the fans but then stops midway through and flips them off before leaning in the corner against the ropes as "Break Stuff" fades out.

Isabella Salvatore: “...and his opponent… ”
More Sinister Than Popcorn by Christopher Young plays and the lighting becomes a solid red. The cranking continues as a large figure rises through the stage, his face covered by sticky crimson red stained bandages. His upper torso bares many fresh, weeping cuts and old scars but this fails to hide his ripped muscular physique.

The manacles are bound to the stage by chains but mysteriously they fall free as Myriad starts a slow methodical pace down the ramp.

Isabella Salvatore: “...and his opponent… from Parts Unknown…weighing in at 289 lbs…”

Isabella does not finish the introduction as Killian vacates the ring and dashes and meets Myriad half way up the ramp.
The crowd are cheering, ready for this war, Killian throwing punches left and right and Myriad, absorbing the blows, punch after punch before eventually grabbing Killian with both hands around the throat and lifts him high into the air with ease. The crowd cheers again, demanding punishment for the man that took Brody out.
For a few seconds Killian is suspended in the air with Myriad crushing his windpipe, Killian resorts to thumbs into Myriad’s eyes. Killian, smiling and laughing at the crowds booing, does it again, just for old time sake. The crowd boo’s louder as Killian salutes the crowd in the only way he knows how.

Killian’s boasting and saluting of the crowd has took his attention away from Myriad but for a moment, which is enough for the monster to regain his senses and he reaches around and fish hooks Killian’s mouth with both hands and begins tearing at his face before dragging him to the ring post and smacks his head against it with a sickening thud. Myriad then laughs before launching Killian over the barricade with some height using only Killian’s face cheeks for grip.The crowd begins to chant for Myriad.

Crowd: “Myriad’s gonna kill you! Myriad’s gonna kill you!”

Myriad surveys the crowd, still showing uncomfort with their affections, before he too, steps over the barricade and starts stomping away at Killian. Killian crawls hastily away and staggers to his feet and Myriad slowly follows, Killian then runs and grabs Myriad by the waist and forces him spine first into the barricade, stunning Myriad, Killian gives himself a run up and runs forward at pace, Myriad anticipates this and launches Killian high into the air with a Back Body Drop, back over the barricade and Killian lands spine first on the edges of all the ring steps.

Killian is clearly hurting, the brutal landing he just received from Myriad serving to remind him what he has got himself into, Myriad climbs back over the barricade and stalks his prey. Killian gingerly grabs the ring apron and staggers to his feet and rolls into the ring, putting some obstacles and distance in the way of an advancing Myriad.

Killian ends up in the corner, Myriad meets him and starts delivering big blows to Killian’s stomach, powerful blow after blow, forcing the air out of Killian’s body. Myriad then lifts Killian high above his head in a Gorilla Press, before tossing him up and grabbing him down into a Spinebuster, dealing further damage to Killian’s damaged back.

The crowd are loving this, Killian getting some much needed punishment with his recent antics. Killian gazes at the lights, maybe reevaluating his life choices, as Myriad grabs him by the hair and starts pulling him to his feet, Killian is slowly pulled up, and perhaps in desperation but also using tactical nouse, he clotheslines/chop blocks Myriad’s knee.

Myriad buckles down, an unusual cry of pain from the big man, Killian notices this opening, perhaps damage from the hit and run a few weeks ago? No matter, Killian ounces and starts booting and stomping the knee of Myriad. After several swift and well delivered blows he rolls out of the ring. Myriad squirms, trying to get back to his feet, he cannot currently, Killian, reaches under the ring and pulls out a Sledgehammer, rolls back into the ring, behind the prone Myriad and slams the hammer down onto the kneecap of Myriad, with a sickening audible thud and the gasp of the crowd, Myriad too joins in and cries out in a mixture of pain and rage.

Killian has learned his lesson and is relentless, the prone Myriad is virtually helpless as Killian ascends the top rope, nailing a beautiful Swanton Bomb. Myriad growls his disapproval and tries to sit up, causing a little bit of stunned look on Killian’s face, who hastily climbs the top rope, saving a bit of time by nailing a Top Rope Moonsault for speedful impact! Myriad stirs once more but Killian has more to give and once again climbs the top rope and nails, this time, a Frog Splash! This time Myriad does not stir. Confidence has begun to reappear in the demeanour of Killlian. He drags the prone Myriad towards the ring apron, ramp side, maybe feeling he can start plotting Myriad’s burial. Killian rolls out of the ring and he reaches in and pulls Myriad out, he tries to lift Myriad to his feet, Myriad, kneeling, grabs him by the throat and shoves him back, their is force behind the push but only pushes Killian away, Myriad crawls to the steps and pulls himself to his feet, Killian climbs up the top rope.

Myriad is unaware! Myriad turns to wear he expects Killian to be, Killian launches himself off with a Top Rope Cannon Ball….

Myriad catches him!

Barely hanging on, Killian is suspended halfway down into a powerbomb position, Myriad is hobbling on one leg but showcasing his immense power, he lifts Killian back up…but Killian goes over the top of Myriad’s head…
Destroyer on the outside!!!

The crowd starts chanting “Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!” As both combatants are showing the wounds of war, Myriad hasn’t moved since been dropped on his head on the outside, courtesy of Killian.
Killian is feeling much more confident. He picks up, struggling, heaving up the prone Myriad, the bandages on Myriad’s face have begun to unravel, the ichor of past wounds on the hands of KIllian, suddenly….

Bloody Mary from Myriad!

The red mist gets in Killian’s eyes as he frantically tries to wipe it away, not realising he’s using Myriad’s badges to do so. He eventually realises and drops them like a child drops sticker wrapper and turns around to see Myriad standing.

Staring at him.

Cold.

Calculating.

Killian starts to back up the ramp, Myriad follows, slowly, still suffering the leg issue, Killian gets a bit of distance between them and starts taunting and baiting Myriad. Myriad continues after him. Killian leads Myriad to the beached area, where the depths of the burial site can be seen. Killian advances round to the far side and jumps into the sandy pit. Myriad stands on the opposite of Killian, the side closest to Myriad. Killian gives a hand gesture to Myriad, taunting, begging him to jump in and fight him.

Myriad needs no invitation, jumps in and walks towards Killian.
Suddenly he begins to sink. Myriad tries to walk further and his other foot starts sinking, alarmingly quick. Myriad looks at his own feet, then slowly lifts up his head and stares with a sinister smile at Killian. Killian is smiling back. Points to his own temple, the symbol for outsmarting the monster.

Quicksand.

Has Killian bobbi trapped the pit? Myriad continues to sink. Killian taunts Myriad, who is waist deep, unable to move. Killian climbs out the pit, goes out of shot, the crowd are booing heavily.
Myriad cannot escape.
Soon enough, Killian returns driving a small digger, full of sand and begins to pour it all around the pit. It is not long before the pit is filled and only the head of Myriad can be seen. Killian is slowly devouring his prey. The sand is now much more firm, Killian stands close to Myriad, looking down at him. The camera’s and mics pick up that Myriad is laughing and smiling at him, no longer bandages on his face, only the scars and wounds on full show.
Myriad speaks.

Myriad: “Do not hesitate. I warned you, you either finish it, or there will be consequences, angry little murder bear. I never said it would be you that suffered them, well not directly anyways.”

Myriad bellows loudly as Killian is no longer smiling. Killian has concern, maybe lasting only a few seconds before he takes a few steps back and runs and punts Myriad in the head!
Myriad laughs louder. Killian does it again. The sickening thuds quieted the crowd.

Another Punt. Another. Another!

Aaaaaand ANOTHER!

Myriad is no longer laughing.

His face oozing blood, does not hide the permanent smile on his face. The eyes look at Killian. He is not moving. The smile is not rescinding.

Cold.

Evil.

Killian swears multiple times, before slowly using a spade to finish the burial.
Slowly the smile is buried, the eyes still stare up, Killian looks down as the last scoop is poured.
Killian is silent, so is the crowd briefly, the Boo’s begin and they come to terms that Killian…..
Isabella Salvatore: “Here is your winner…. Killian Oliveereeeeer!!!!”

Isabella Salvatore: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a falls count anywhere match for the Event Horizon Championship! Introducing first, representing the Kingdom…

The arena goes black as we see on the tron, just a picture of a winged warrior, a Valkyrie flying from the sky, their red hair flowing behind them, sword raised.


As the music hits, the warrior is seen dropping down to the floor, sword hitting the ground first as the lights come on and we see Christina Olson, on one knee, head down, and wings spread out.



Christina throws her head up and gets to her feet and throws her fist into the air and makes her way towards the ring. She gets to the ring as the chorus hits. She walks around the ring, getting the fans to sing along a little to the chorus of the song as she does the same thing.


Chrissy loses the wings and drops them to the floor as she hops up onto the apron and gets into the ring with a cocky, yet confident grin on her face and she runs to the top rope and backflips off as the music fades out.


Pyros hit as Videos of bustling crowds in various locations of New Orleans appear on the tron as the dark and melodic tones of the intro "Voodoo" by Godsmack blasts on the P.A. system. Tanja comes out onto the top of the ramp in a style compared to Gail Kim during her early time in TNA before heading down the ramp with some of her black leather coat flowing at her feet while the mix of boos and jeers and cheers from the crowd fills the arena. She slaps hands with a few fans at ringside before she reaches the bottom of the ramp.


Isabella Salvatore: : Coming to the ring hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana; she is the Bayou Witch, and the Event Horizon Champion… Tanja Devereaux!


Tanja walks up towards the ring and enters via under the bottom rope and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. She poses as she does her usual taunt with a hand and arm in the air as "Daughters of Darkness" continues to play. Tanja steps off the turnbuckle as she removes the leather coat and throws it into a random corner as "Voodoo" fades.
Nick Hanson: And here we go with another match that promises to be just as violent, if not more so, than the rest of the show up to this point.

Jim Reynolds: You’re not kidding. Tanja Devereaux has a particular taste for these kinds of bloody slugfests. It’ll be interesting to see if Chrissy can keep pace.

Olivia Mayfaire: Keep pace? You’re already dismissing the Firefly of the Kingdom as the potential victor here, and that’s when she thrives. When she’s the underdog.

As if to prove the words of the commentary correct, Christina Olson explodes out of her corner, immediately leaping into Tanja Devereaux with a Thesz press before raining blows down on the champ with a scream of righteous fury! The Bayou Witch takes a couple of stiff shots, but manages to get her arms up in self defense before rolling the Firefly off of her, scuttling backwards to get to her feet at the same time as her opponent. Now both women begin circling one another, but again it’s Olson who strikes first, slamming into Devereaux with a running knee to the gut! The wind is audibly forced out of the champion's lungs, and the challenger takes the opportunity to grab her by the hair before hammer throwing her through the ropes and down to the sand below!

Nick Hanson: Christina Olson is fired up here tonight folks, and it looks like Tanya Devereaux may actually be on the back foot here.

Jim Reynolds: Nah. The champ is just letting the challenger throw caution to the wind here at the beginning so that she can really capitalize on Olson’s questionable stamina as a singles competitor.

Olivia Mayfaire: If there’s one thing Chrissy does not lack, it’s stamina. If you’d heard some of the things I’ve heard… anyway that’s not important. Olson’s ready to fly!

As Tanja gets to her feet, Chrissy launches herself through the top and middle ropes, looking to hit a suicide dive, but Devereaux avoids it at the last moment, which causes Olson to crash and burn, literally, as she slams into the railing around the ring! The crowd gasps as the barricade is pushed back a couple of inches, but the champion isn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. Dragging Olson to her feet, Devereaux throws a stiff forearm into the Firefly’s chin, before spinning around with a brutal heel kick, sending her challenger back to the sand in a heap! She smirks, holding her arms wide as the crowd lets loose a mixture of cheers and boos for the champion. Chrissy isn’t quite done yet though, grabbing a hold of Tanya’s leg and yanking her down into a roll up right here at ringside!


Devereaux kicks out, sending sand into the air as Olson rolls away, getting some separation as both women rise to their feet yet again. This time Tanja charges in, throwing a series of lighting fast strikes at Chrissy. Not quite able to counter the blows, the Firefly defends the best she can as she’s pushed back toward the ramp before the Bayou Witch throws a final forearm which stops inches away from Olson’s face.

Nick Hanson: Misjudged the distance on that last attack.

Jim Reynolds: Oh I don’t think so. I think that was measured to stop exactly there for a reason…

Olivia Mayfaire: Look out Chrissy!

Olson flinches, not realizing the blow stopped short before Devereaux comes back from the other side with a brutal back elbow to the temple! The Firefly slumps to a knee, stars in her eyes, as the Bayou Witch wraps an arm around her neck. Tanja grabs Chrissy by the waist with her free hand, lifting her up into the vertical suplex position before bringing her right back down to the sand with a muffled THUD. Olson grimaces, clutching at her back a bit as Devereaux gets to her feet, licking her lips as she looks down at her challenger.

Nick Hanson: Looks like the champ has weathered the fury of the challenger’s early storm of emotions here.

Jim Reynolds: What did I tell you? Tanja Devereaux knows exactly how she wants this match to go, and she’s proving it.

Olivia Mayfaire: There you go again, counting Chrissy out. Just you watch.

As Tanya leans down to pull Chrissy up to her feet again, Olson flings a handful of sand into Devereaux’s eyes, eliciting a scream from the champ as the challenger gets upright again. From here, she rolls up onto the apron, sprinting down its length before delivering a massive penalty kick to the chest of the blinded Bayou Witch! The crowd groans in sympathy as Tanya hits the sand on her back, clutching at her chest as Chrissy ascends the turnbuckle. The champ is still on her back as the challenger finishes her climb, but does not hesitate before leaping off, this time dropping a high angle elbow directly to the chest, right where she’d just kicked the champ! Devereaux howls in agony as Olson goes for another pin.


The champ kicks out again, but this time with less force than the first time. Chrissy looks a little frustrated, but she’s not gonna lose her cool, pulling Tanja to her feet before sliding her back into the ring under the bottom rope. Dropping to a knee, she reaches under the apron, seemingly searching for something.

Nick Hanson: Oh this never ends well.

Jim Reynolds: You said it. Come on Tanja. Shake it off!

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh shit look at that bat!

Olson rolls into the ring, holding said bat high in the air. Pitch black, painted with flames, and the words FIRESTARTER down its length. The crowd is a mixture of roaring cheers and boos as Chrissy begins to stalk the downed champion. Tanja, on the other hand, is struggling to get to her feet. Her eyes go wide when she sees the challenger, weapon in hand, slowly advancing toward her. She pushes up to her feet, jumping backwards just in time to avoid a home-run swing that had been aimed at her midsection. Olson comes back with another huge swing, this one at eye level, but Tanja ducks this one, suddenly grabbing Chrissy by the wrist and twisting it, causing her to drop the bat with a sharp cry of pain. Devereaux twists her hips, tossing Olson over and to the mat before attempting to lock in an armbar! The Firefly screams in pain as she kicks her feet, trying to get to the ropes.

Nick Hanson: Chrissy is apparently fighting on instinct here guys. Getting to the ropes won’t break the hold here!

Jim Reynolds: Devereaux waited for the prime opportunity to strike, and now she’s gonna tear Olson’s arm off at the shoulder!

Olivia Mayfaire: Chrissy’s swings with that bat were way too wild. She’s gotta keep that temper in check!

Olson roars in fury as Devereaux continues to try and fully extend the arm. The Firefly’s foot finds the rope, and instead of latching onto it, she pushes off, rolling up a bit to give her the angle to deliver a stiff shot straight to the champ’s throat! Tanja barks out a pained cough, releasing her hold as Chrissy rolls away, clutching at her shoulder. Both women fight to get back to their feet, and they stare each other down before charging in again.

Olivia Mayfaire: Tastes like Timbaland Boot, BITCH!!

Nick Hanson: Christina Olson showing shades of fellow Kingdom member Morgan Payne with that huge shot!

Jim Reynolds: Tanja clearly wasn’t accounting for that!

The running boot sends both the champion and the challenger over the top rope, landing in a heap in the sand next to the ring. Chrissy is the first one back to her feet, and she is clearly seething as she looks around the ring for anything to put the champ away. Throwing her hands up in frustration, she instead drags the champ to her feet by the hair, turning to throw her directly into the barricade. She doesn’t release Tanja’s hair, turning to slam her into the barricade a second time! Following this, she drags her over to the apron before rolling her back into the ring yet again. As the Firefly goes to climb back onto the apron, she’s suddenly struck from behind with a steel chair! The smack reverberates around the arena as she turns, arching her back in pain before the chair comes down again, hitting her directly in the face! There’s a sickening thud as she falls to the sand, and her assailant rolls into the ring, chair in hand!

Nick Hanson: Who the hell?!

Jim Reynolds: Oh shit get up Tanja! Watch out!

Olivia Mayfaire: Looks like we’ve got a third party who wants the title!

Isabella Salvatore: : Ladies and Gentleman! Harlow Prince has legally joined this match!

Prince charges Devereaux with the chair, swinging for the fences, but the champion rolls out of the way just in time, narrowly avoiding the dangerous weapon. Harlow drops it, turning around as Tanja whips around for another heel kick, but her aim is off, and the new challenger ducks underneath before nailing the champion with a wicked low blow! The crowd rains down boos as Tanja crumples to the mat. Harlow is grinning like the cat who ate the canary, taking a moment to check and make sure that Olson is still down at ringside. She turns her attention back to the champ, sizing her up. The champion gets to her feet, clearly in pain from the shot to the groin, leaving her wide open to Harlow’s Hellfire! The double underhook facebuster connects, and Prince rolls the champ up!


Chrissy is beginning to stir at ringside, and she sees what’s happening in the ring.


The original challenger reaches out, trying to grab Harlow’s boot. She’s got it!


Chrissy’s hands slip off the boot as the referee calls for the bell!

Isabella Salvatore: Ladies and Gentleman, here is your winner… and NEW Event Horizon Champion… HARLOW PRINCE!!!

Chrissy screams with rage as Harlow’s hand is raised in the air, and the title is handed over to her.

Nick Hanson: Talk about a heist!

Jim Reynolds: This is bull! Tanja clearly wasn’t prepared for outside interference.

Olivia Mayfaire: She wasn’t the only one! Chrissy and Tanja were so focused on one another that they didn’t account for the chaotic rules this title encompasses!

Nick Hanson: Well whether you like it or not, Harlow Prince called her shot, choosing the perfect time to strike, setting her up to win this match and become our new Event Horizon Champion!

Isabella Salvatore: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Isabella Salvatore: And it is for the NFW Alliance Championships!

Work Bitch by Britney Spears will play throughout the arena. The crowd starts to boo as Vanessa & Danielle walk down the ring. They get to ring side and walk up the ring stairs. The two sisters motion to the referee to open the bottom and middle ropes so they can enter.

Isabella Salvatore: Introducing first, the challengers…from New York City…Vanessa and Danielle Page…THE SOCIALITES!

The music plays. Valereigh and Deedray walk out. They go down the ramp. They climb into the ring, standing in the middle. They both pose in their different ways.

Isabella Salvatore: Introducing their opponents…from San Francisco, California…they are the NFW Alliance Champions. Valereigh and Deedray…THE KERRY FAMILY!!!!

The bell rings, signaling the start of the Tornado Funhouse Match for the NFW Alliance Championship. The chaotic energy immediately takes over as all four women engage in a frantic brawl, no tags needed, as the rules demand everyone be in the ring at the same time. Deedray Kerry and Vanessa Page immediately lock up, while Valereigh Kerry and Danielle Page exchange vicious strikes on the opposite side of the ring.

Nick Hanson: Here we go! Alliance Championships on the line and these teams aren’t looking to shake hands before we get started!

Olivia Mayfaire: This is Cruel Summer, Nick! I’d be surprised if we saw any handshakes tonight!

Vanessa gains the upper hand on Deedray, raking her eyes to gain an advantage. She then whips Deedray into the ropes, but Deedray ducks under Vanessa's clothesline attempt and counters with a springboard crossbody that takes Vanessa down. Valereigh, meanwhile, has gained control over Danielle, grounding her with a series of stiff kicks to the legs before hitting a snap suplex.

With no time to waste, Valereigh quickly reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair, a signature of any hardcore match. As she reenters the ring, Danielle catches her off guard with a low blow, causing Valereigh to drop the chair. Danielle grabs the chair herself and smashes it over Valereigh’s back, sending her crashing to the mat. Vanessa takes advantage of the chaos, grabbing a light tube from under the ring and smashing it over Deedray's head, sending shards of glass flying everywhere.

Crowd: OHHHHHHHH!!!!

Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT!

Olivia Mayfaire: Never say The Socialites don’t know how to get gritty when they need to!

The crowd gasps as Deedray stumbles back, dazed from the impact, her forehead now bleeding. Vanessa seizes the opportunity, tossing Deedray into the corner and driving her shoulder into Deedray's midsection repeatedly. Meanwhile, Danielle has Valereigh down on the mat, wrapping the steel chair around her neck and stomping on it viciously.

The Socialites are in firm control early on, their opportunistic and ruthless tactics on full display. Vanessa joins Danielle, and they begin to double-team Valereigh, stomping her repeatedly. But Deedray quickly recovers and grabs another steel chair, sliding back into the ring. With a loud yell, she swings the chair wildly, connecting with Vanessa's back, then nailing Danielle in the midsection.

Nick Hanson: Deedray’s showing that she and her sister can get just as dirty as The Socialites! Showing why they’re the current champions!

Olivia Mayfaire: Match rules or not, she didn’t take kindly to seeing her sister getting the daylights stomped out of her like that!

With the momentum shifting, Deedray and Valereigh set their sights on the downed Socialites. They pull out a barbed wire bat from under the ring, a tool that promises even more bloodshed. Deedray winds up and slams the bat across Danielle’s back, causing her to scream out in pain as the barbed wire tears into her flesh.

Valereigh, not to be outdone, grabs the same barbed wire bat and drives it into Vanessa’s forehead, ripping it across her skin and leaving her face a crimson mask. The Kerry sisters high-five each other and begin setting up a table in the center of the ring, preparing to deliver more punishment to their challengers.

Jim Reynolds: Can you believe what they just did?!

Olivia Mayfaire: Taking it to the challengers?!

Jim Reynolds: Vanessa’s beautiful face!

Olivia Mayfaire: Probably gonna look like ground beef after tonight!

Nick Hanson: At this rate, that might be a best case scenario!

However, the Socialites, driven by sheer desperation, manage to recover. Vanessa, blood dripping down her face, grabs a pair of brass knuckles hidden in her tights and sucker-punches Valereigh as she turns around, dropping her instantly. Danielle, despite the blood pouring down her back, grabs a bag of thumbtacks and empties it onto the mat, setting up a brutal spot.

Vanessa and Danielle then hoist Deedray up, double powerbombing her onto the thumbtacks. Deedray screams out as the tacks pierce her skin, and Vanessa immediately goes for the cover.

Nick Hanson: Powerbomb into the thumbtacks and this one’s gonna be over!!!

Jim Reynolds: New champions!


Valereigh breaks up the pinfall with a last-second diving elbow drop, saving the match for the Kerry Family!

The match is starting to take its toll on all four women, each showing the scars and bruises of the brutal encounter. Valereigh struggles to her feet, grabbing the barbed wire bat once again. She drives it into Vanessa’s stomach, doubling her over, and then hits a spike DDT onto the bat, leaving Vanessa writhing in agony.

Deedray, despite the pain, pulls herself up and sets up the table in the ring. She drags Danielle over to the table and climbs up to the top rope, ready to hit a high-flying move. But Danielle, showing her ring awareness, quickly rolls off the table and slides out of the ring, causing Deedray to crash through the table alone, sending splinters flying everywhere.

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Jim Reynolds: Close but no cigar, champ!!

Olivia Mayfaire: That could have been the end of it for the challengers had she landed that!

Danielle smirks as she grabs another steel chair and reenters the ring, where Valereigh is still working over Vanessa. She sneaks up behind Valereigh and swings the chair with all her might, connecting with Valereigh's back and sending her crashing to the mat. Vanessa then slowly climbs to the top rope, looking to hit a Twisted Bliss on the prone Valereigh.

But before she can leap, Deedray, somehow recovering from the earlier table crash, jumps to the top rope, knocking Vanessa off balance. Deedray follows up with a superplex from the top rope, sending both women crashing into the wreckage of the broken table below. The crowd erupts at the sight of bodies lying everywhere.

With Vanessa and Deedray incapacitated, the match comes down to Danielle and Valereigh. Both women slowly rise to their feet, battered and bloodied. Danielle charges at Valereigh, but Valereigh sidesteps and catches Danielle in a rear naked choke. Danielle struggles to break free, but Valereigh transitions into the ”Dreadlock” (Straightjacket Crossface), wrenching back with all her strength.

Danielle screams out in pain, but refuses to tap out, clawing at the mat to try and escape. Just when it seems like she might pass out, Vanessa somehow manages to crawl over and break the hold with a weak punch to Valereigh's head.

Nick Hanson: Broken up by Vanessa! That might have been it, otherwise!!

Olivia Mayfaire: Neither of these teams know when to quit!

Jim Reynolds: Too much is on the line for both sides!

Valereigh releases the hold and staggers to her feet, only for Vanessa to pull out another set of brass knuckles and punch her square in the jaw. Valereigh drops to the mat, barely conscious. Vanessa then drags Danielle to their corner, trying to rally her for one final attack.

The Socialites, both barely able to stand, look at each other and nod. They pull Valereigh to her feet and set her up for the ”Princess Cut” (Razor’s Edge), but just as Danielle lifts her, Deedray comes flying in out of nowhere with a springboard dropkick, sending Danielle crashing into Vanessa and knocking both down.

Deedray then quickly pulls Vanessa to the center of the ring and hits her with a ”Freebird” (Tiger Feint Kick), followed by an ”Adopted Blessing” (Shooting Star Press) from the top rope. She goes for the cover as the referee drops down to count:


Danielle barely breaks the pin with a desperate lunge, keeping her team in the match.

But the effort leaves Danielle exhausted and vulnerable. Valereigh, recovering from the earlier punch, grabs Danielle and locks her in the ”Adopted Curse” (Sharpshooter), sitting back deep to apply maximum pressure. As Danielle struggles in the hold, Deedray ascends the turnbuckle once more.

Nick Hanson: This could be it!! Valereigh’s got Danielle in that submission and she’s got nowhere to go!!

Jim Reynolds: She needs to save her sister!!! C’mon Danielle!

Olivia Mayfaire: There goes Deedray up top!

With Vanessa still down and Danielle trapped in the submission, Deedray leaps off the top and hits a second ”Adopted Blessing” on Vanessa, driving the air out of her lungs. Danielle's body goes limp, passing out from the pain as Valereigh keeps the Sharpshooter locked in. The referee drops down to count as Deedray covers Vanessa!

Nick Hanson: Champions retain!!!

Jim Reynolds: I can’t believe it!!

Olivia Mayfaire: What a match! What a FIGHT!!!
The bell rings, and the crowd explodes as The Kerry Family retain their NFW Alliance Championship in a brutal and hard-fought match. Valereigh releases the hold, and Deedray falls back, both sisters exhausted but victorious. The Socialites lie motionless on the mat, having given everything they had, but it wasn’t enough.

Isabella Salvatore: Here are your winners aaaaaaaaand STILL…NFW Alliance Champions…THE KERRY FAMILY!!

The Kerry Family celebrate in the ring, holding their titles high as the crowd cheers. Despite the blood, bruises, and carnage surrounding them, they stand tall, proving once again why they are the reigning champions.

The sun is starting to set over the horizon on Winnifred Beach as the crowd settles back down in their seats. The ring is swept out of remnants of sand and glass from the previous match. Isabella Salvatore stands at ringside with her microphone as the ring crew takes their leave.

Isabella Salvatore: The following contest…is the MONSTER’S…BAAAAAAALLLLLLLL!!!!

The crowd cheers excitedly as cameras move towards the back setup, where a pair of shipping containers rest across the yard from each other. A backstage attendant lifts the lever that keeps the doors latched closed and begins pulling the doors open as…


One by one, the Wolves of Odinn step out of their metal prison of the past 24 hours, seeing light for the first time in that long. They all rub their eyes, letting them adjust as they’re shown the way towards the ring. Alastair Frost shakes the cobwebs out and slaps himself in the face before leading his team of ISIS, Trixie Decker, Janie Grayson and Kaya Parker through the backstage setup as “Valhalla Calling” (Duet Version) by Miracle of Sound and Peyton Parrish plays on.Even before they reach “Gorilla”, the five form into a pyramid formation with Alastair leading ISIS and Decker behind him with Grayson and Parker behind them. The crowd watches on the jumbotron set up by the curtain as the five finally reach Gorilla as the song swells into the drums and guitar.

Isabella Salvatore: Introducing first…the team of…Alastair Frost…ISIS…Trixie Decker…Janie Grayson…and Kaya Parker. They are…THE WOLVES…OF…ODINN!!!!!

The crowd boos as the curtain flies open and out come The Wolves as they’re announced. Each member casts a scowl out at the audience as they continue moving towards the ring. Immediately, as they reach ringside, they break off and begin digging underneath and around ringside, tossing weapons of choice inside. They’re not waiting for the formalities or the bell. They’re preemptively getting ready to kick this off as soon as possible. Once the inside of the ring is littered with weapons, even with a couple of tables setup around the ring, the Wolves climb into the ring and form up on one side, all watching the curtain as their music fades out.

Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, it has been months of animosity between these two factions, if you consider how this all began.

Olivia Mayfaire: Well it started with Diamond Caldwell and Trixie Decker in January–

Jim Reynolds: Which was Diamond’s fault! Trixie didn’t instigate this!

Olivia Mayfaire: --then it escalated when Priscilla White and Raseri of the Wolves of Odinn started mixing it up with members of the Queens of Chaos. Diamond Caldwell found herself in the middle of it while she and Trixie Decker were still settling their differences.

Nick Hanson: And of course there was Alastair Frost, former World Champion, which Jessi Ozborne challenged at Ascension. It’s led us to this tonight. Ozborne’s defending that World Championship she took from Frost, later tonight. White’s defending the Silver Mountain Championship later as well. Neither of which are against members of their opposing factions, but right now, it’s time to settle up once and for all between the Queens and the Wolves.

Olivia Mayfaire: We hope.

Jim Reynolds: I hope the Queens of Chaos get what’s coming to them!


An unsettling aura begins to descend over the arena, as the lights go out and the opening moments of I Prevail’s “Bow Down” begins to play. Eventually the build up is cut into by the shrieking vocals of Eric Vanlerberghe:


And with that, the arena lights burst to life, as the heavy riff begins to blare through the speakers. Cameras jump to the back again as the second shipping container is opened with the Queens of Chaos all stepping out into the dusk light. Jordan Majors, SANADA, RISA, Kairi Nishikiyama and Diamond Caldwell.

Olivia Mayfaire: Roll out that royal carpet, boys! Here come the Queens!

Jim Reynolds: HAH! In name only! Tonight, they’re nothing more than venison for the pack waiting in the ring right now!

Nick Hanson: I’m inclined to disagree with you so early on, but this is no doubt gonna be a violent exchange as soon as that bell rings.

Jim Reynolds: Nicky, you’re just a sucker for the underdogs in these situations, aren’t you?

Grouped together as a unit, the five women make their way towards Gorilla as the camera cuts back to the entry curtain.

Isabella Salvatore: And their opponents…the team of The Emperor Aces, Jordan Majors and SANADA…Diamond Caldwell…Kairi Nishikiyama…and…RISA!!! They are…THE QUEENS…OF…CHAOS!!!!!!

There’s a pop from the crowd as the curtain is thrown open and the five Queens come storming out and down towards the ring. Halfway to the ring, they stop and throw up the QoC “Too Sweet” sign before RISA lowers her hand, pointing it at the Wolves like a gun…and that’s the sign the group needs to break into a sprint towards the ring. The crowd goes into an uproar of excitement as the five Queens rush the ring. Meanwhile, the five Wolves say “fuck it” and come sliding out to ringside to meet their opponents at the end of the walkway. The referee also says to hell with the usual formalities and calls for the bell! Monster’s Ball is on!
The crowd erupts even louder as Caldwell and Decker go right for each other, snatching at each other’s hair and throwing wild punches at one another, wherever they may land! Parker and Nishikiyama collide as Parker swings for a shot with a kendo stick but Nishikiyama ducks in and tackles her against the security barricade! Parker beats across her back as Nishikiyama pulls her back and slams her around into the ring apron! Frost and Grayson pair up against the Emperor Aces with Majors taking Frost and Sanada taking Grayson. The four start brawling in separate pairs and the crowd’s loving it.

Meanwhile, finally, RISA and ISIS come to blows at ringside with RISA going full HAM on ISIS with stiff kicks to the legs and body, trying to cut the massive tower of a woman down. ISIS isn’t having it though, as she catches one of the kicks and seizes RISA by the throat with her other hand before lifting her and slamming her against the ring apron behind her! A case of pure, raw power putting a stop to speed in this case. ISIS holds RISA back against the apron with a hand palming her face and brings her other hand down in a loud CHOP across her chest! It practically knocks the fire right out of RISA but ISIS doesn’t stop at just one as she winds back and blasts the Immortal Queen a second time before lifting her up in a Gorilla Press and tosses her, literally, into the ground level of the crowd! ISIS turns towards the camera, gloating to the crowd as she flexes her muscles with an arrogant smirk. A commotion from the crowd behind her, however, draws her attention just in time to see RISA springing up onto the barricade and launching herself off with a big Flying Forearm!!!! RISA connects with ISIS and takes her down with a shot to the jaw! The face painted woman hops to her feet and screams into the camera, absolutely fired up!

Nick Hanson: And this fight’s just getting started, ladies and gentlemen!! Monster’s Ball is in full swing and the music is loud!

Olivia Mayfaire: These fans are loving it!

The camera shot jumps to elsewhere in the match where Diamond Caldwell and Trixie Decker have ended up fighting their way away from the ring and over by the sand dunes near the water. Caldwell looks to be in control as she rocks Decker with her own forearm shots to the jaw, keeping her on the retreat. Finally, Decker falls to her hands and knees in the dirt and Caldwell knocks some hands off of her hands as she approaches the downed Wolf.of Odinn.

Diamond Caldwell: Get your ass up, bitch. We’re just getting start—

CRACK! goes a conch shell over Caldwell’s skull as Decker rips one from under the sand and smashes it against the side of her head! Caldwell grabs at the side of her head as Decker tosses the broken shell aside and quickly follows up, grabbing Caldwell by the hair and delivering a Facebuster right into the sand! Decker adds insult to injury, grinding Caldwell’s face into the dune, leaving the Queen of Chaos spitting and sputtering while frantically wiping at her eyes to clear her vision. As she does, Decker grabs a nearby beach patron’s umbrella and rips it out of it’s base, folding it in before she runs in and swings it into Caldwell’s midsection a couple of times. Decker then lifts it up over Caldwell as she’s doubled over and violently just slams it down across her back. Caldwell drops down to all fours before Decker picks her up, hooks an arm over her head and delivers a Snap DDT right onto the folded umbrella!

Jim Reynolds: JESUS, FUCK!!!

Nick Hanson: Those umbrellas are pretty sturdy, and that can’t feel good going head first on those metal rods!

Olivia Mayfaire: No kidding!

We get another cut elsewhere in the match where the cameras find The Emperor Aces slugging it out with Alastair Frost and Janie Grayson. Fans have moved out of their seats to avoid becoming collateral damage among the four as the pair of Wolves use their own size advantage to overcome the pair of Queens. Sanada and Grayson trade punches back and forth before Grayson finally catches Sanada by the arm and pulls her into a bearhug, then OVerhead Belly to Belly Suplexes her right into the cluster of empty chairs with a nasty crash of body on metal!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

A few feet away, Majors seems to have a better handle on Frost as the two former World Champions - NFW and Zion respectively - duke it out but numbers gets the better of Majors when she turns from a kneeling Frost just in time as Grayson’s picked up a nearby surfboard and rams her in the stomach with it like a battering ram! Majors doubles over and much like Decker did to Caldwell with the umbrella, Grayson lifts the surfboard up and slams it down across Majors’ back. Majors goes down in the sand underneath the board and Grayson considers her options for a second before she runs forward and hits a Running Senton onto the surfboard, splitting it in half over Majors prone body!! Sanada comes staggering out of the mess of chairs but Frost sees her coming and grabs up one of the halves of the board and swings it much like a steel chair, busting it further across her head!!

Jim Reynolds: This is getting outta control!!

Nick Hanson: We knew it would! It always does with these types of matches!

Olivia Mayfaire: Not to say on cue or anything, but look out over there! What the hell does Kaya Parker have?!

Just as the camera jumps over to the last pair off for team members in this match, we see Kaya Parker with a mini cooler over her head as she just fucking YEETS it right into Kairi Nishikiyama!!! Nishikiyama gets her arms up to absorb most of the impact but the sheer weight and force still knocks her over as the cooler spills open and water, ice and drinks all pour out onto the sand! Nishikiyama starts to get back up as Parker grabs a bottle of beer from the pile of beverages and smashes it over the Nishikiyama’s forehead and we’ve got our first bloodshed in the match as Nishikiyama drops down into the sand with blood oozing down her face!! Parker shoves her back into the sand and goes for a cover, yelling for the referee who just happens to be closer by them. The ref drops down for the count!


But it’s a kickout from Nishikiyama as it’s gonna take more than a bottle to the head to keep her down!

Elsewhere on the beach, the match has taken to the water where RISA and ISIS have fought their way out into the wet sand as the water rolls in and out at about shin level. RISA comes charging in with a battlecry of “ISIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSS!!!!!” and leaps into the God of Destruction, taking her down with a Lou Thesz Press and the two began to fight back and forth, rolling through the water. It turns into an exchange of ISIS and RISA both dunking each other under, trying to render each other unconscious but eventually RISA appears to get the upper hand as she grips ISIS by the throat and actually gets a bit of a crazy look in her eyes as she holds ISIS down with the God of Destruction sputtering under the rolling tide. Just when it looks as if ISIS is about to fade, she grabs RISA by the face again, digging a thumb into one of her eyes, forcing the smaller Joshi back. Just as RISA collects herself, ISIS is sitting up and lets a handful of wet sand loose right into her face! RISA curses, wiping at her eyes and a fuming ISIS now rises to her feet and runs in with a Big Boot, taking RISA down! ISIS ground mounts her and starts blasting her repeatedly with forearms, looking equally as enraged as RISA did a moment ago!

ISIS: You shouldn’t have come back, bitch! You! Shouldn’t Have! Come! Back!

It looks like ISIS has knocked the life out of RISA as the returning Queen lies motionless, leaving ISIS to grab her by the arm and drag her back to shore as the crowd looks on in a mix of shock, horror and anticipation for what else is to come.

Olivia Mayfaire: RISA might be out of this fight already guys!

Jim Reynolds: Already? I thought she was Immortal!

Nick Hanson: Well Immortal or not, she’s currently incapacitated!

Jim Reynolds: Immortal or not, she’s no match for a God!

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh, don’t start that. You sound like you’re simping over Pet, all over again!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, at least the one I’m simping for now fights her own battles!

Nick Hanson: So you admit you’re simping?

Jim Reynolds: Fuck you, Nicky!

Olivia Mayfaire: Got ‘em!

Our cameras find Decker and Caldwell again as Caldwell’s gotten back into the fight, evidently also bleeding from the side of her head where she was struck with the shell earlier. The two are exchanging blows right by the Lifeguard tower where a table’s been set up. Decker nails Caldwell in the chest with a backhand chop and goes for an Irish Whip but Caldwell reverses it, ending Decker reeling right towards the tower but Decker thinks fast, jumps up and springs back off of the tower and lands on Caldwell’s shoulders for a Hurricanrana – but Caldwell catches Decker and powers her back up onto her shoulders in a Powerbomb position and just Buckle Bombs her into the side of the tower with a sickening impact! Decker slumps to the ground and Caldwell picks her up, rolling her onto the table. She thinks for a moment and looks up at the tower where she starts to slowly climb.

Jim Reynolds: She’s not a flyer! What the hell is she doing?!

Olivia Mayfaire: Whatever it takes to win!

Nick Hanson: We might be about to see a diamond in the sky!

Caldwell gets just a couple feet up before, out of nowhere, ISIS comes in and rips her down by her foot. Before Caldwell can react, ISIS grabs her by the head and slams her into the lifeguard tower. Caldwell staggers as ISIS turns and pushes Decker off of the table to save her partner. ISIS then grabs Caldwell, looking at the table and starts to lift her up for ”Welcome To Dystopia” (One Armed Powerbomb) but out of nowhere comes…

RISA with a superkick to the back of the leg, causing her to slump and put Caldwell down! Caldwell finds her feet and hits ISIS with a Knee Strike which spins her around into another Superkick from RISA!! Caldwell catches ISIS from behind and lifts her into an Electric Chair as RISA looks up and starts scaling the Lifeguard tower! The referee finds his way over to their area and waves at RISA to get down. Meanwhile the nearby fans watching this part of the match begin to chant.

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T DIE!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!! PLEASE DON’T DIE!!

RISA throws up the “Too Sweet” before leaping off the top of the Lifeguard tower and comes down into ISIS with a Diving Blockbuster!!! ISIS is pulled off of Caldwell’s shoulders where she CRASHES through the table!!!!! RISA goes for the cover as Caldwell leans back against the tower and urges the referee to make the count!


BUT RISA’S YANKED OFF OF ISIS BY TRIXIE DECKER!!!! Everything happens so fast, even Decker doesn’t seem to realize who she just pulled off of ISIS until RISA’s up on one knee, staring up at her. RISA slowly stands to both feet and the onlooking crowd murmurs in anticipation as the two friends on opposite sides face a standoff.

RISA: We doing this, right now?!

Trixie Decker: You tell me, are we?!

Without giving each other much more time to think about it, the two women suddenly explode on each other, flying into a wild exchange of stiff shots. The crowd erupts into a pop mixed between emotion and excitement.

Nick Hanson: AND HERE WE GO!!!! RISA AND TRIXIE DECKER, TEEING OFF ON EACH OTHER!!

Jim Reynolds: IT’S LIKE THE FOX AND THE HOUND AT EACH OTHER’S THROATS!!!

Olivia Mayfaire: OR IN THIS CASE, THE TIGER AND THE WOLF!!!!

As Decker and RISA continue to unload on each other with back and forth shots, the cameras cut back to the ringside area where, now, Kaya Parker and Kairi Nishikiyama have made it into the actual ring and they have somewhat of a bit of an actual wrestling exchange going on as Nishikiyama goes to whip Parker into the ropes but Parker reverses. Nishikiyama comes back off the ropes but Parker drops down to the mat, prompting Nishikiyama to jump over her. On the way back off the ropes, Parker goes for a Back Body Drop but Nishikiyama hits a leap frog! Parker stands, spins around and cocks back for a Superkick but Nishikiyama grabs the top rope with her arms to stop herself from running right into the boot. Parker curses in frustration and goes charging at the Queen of Chaos but Nishikiyama drops down and pulls the top rope with her, causing the Wolf of Odinn Prospect to go over the ropes. Parker catches herself on the apron however and steadies herself. Nishikiyama looks to knock her off with a forearm but Parker drives her shoulder into her ribs, sending her back a step. It staggers Nishikiyama for a moment but she recovers and hits a sudden Superkick to Parker, sending her tumbling off of the apron and into the sand! Nishikiyama wipes the blood from her face and starts to turn around, looking for anyone from her team that might need help just as Alastair Frost has slid into the ring behind her and nearly takes her head off with a Spinning Heel Kick!!!! Nishikiayam teeters on her feet and right into Frost’s arms. He scoops her into a Firemen’s Carry!!!

Jim Reynolds: OH SHIT!! Nighty night time, Nishiki!!

Olivia Mayfaire: He hits this, the Wolves have it!!!

”FROST WARNING” (GTS)!!!!! Frost’s knee slams right into Nishikiyama’s face and she collapses to the mat in a heap. Frost drops down over her and lays back, hooking her leg!!!


Nick Hanson: HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!!

Frost’s eyes go as wide as saucers just a split second before the ref’s hand hits for three as the pin is BROKEN UP BY SANADA WITH ”HISTORY OF HIROSHIMA” (INSANE ELBOW) RIGHT INTO HIS STERNUM!!!!!!! Sanada rolls Nishikiyama over onto her front to avoid another pin before she starts measuring up to nail Frost with ”Headshot” (Spinning Backfist) but as she winds up for it, Janie Grayson slides in behind her and catches her for a Half Nelson Suplex, throwing her right into the turnbuckles behind her!!!!! Sanada crumples into a heap!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Olivia Mayfaire: JEEZ, THAT LOOKED BAD!!

Grayson kips up to her feet and gives a flex of her arms to the booing crowd. She starts to turn towards Sanada but catches movement from the side and turns right into a sudden ”Donk Bonk” (Running Hip Attack) from Jordan Majors who’s made it back to the ring and looking pissed the whole while! Grayson slams into the corner turnbuckles just above where Sanada’s crumpled and stumbles back towards Majors who looks for the ”Cash Out” but Grayson shoves her away and into the waiting arms of Alastair Frost who scoops Majors up for another ”Frost Warning!” Majors wiggles free though and and lands on her feet. Grayson’s not having it and she hits the ropes, charging in with a big Lariat that takes Majors—NO!!!! MAJORS ROLLS UNDER AND GRAYSON KNOCKS FROST INSIDE OUT ONTO THE MAT!!!!! Grayson can’t believe it as she looks down in shock at the Wolves’ President! She sneers then and turns around to make Majors pay for the miscalculation but MAJORS CATCHES HER WITH THE ”CASH OUT” (JUMPING CUTTER)!!!!! MAJORS COVERS!!!!!


NO!!! IT’S BROKEN UP BY KAYA PARKER WHO DIVES IN WITH A DOUBLE AXE HANDLE THROUGH THE ROPES!!!! Parker pulls Majors up who shoves her back and looks for a short range clothesline but Parker ducks under the arm and Majors spins around just as Parker twists around as well and nails her with ”Protocol K” (Discus Headbutt)!! Majors collapses to the mat as Parker sneers down at her. She takes a step towards her, looking to drop for the cover…

BUT SANADA CATCHES HER FROM BEHIND WITH ”FAIRY TALE ENDING #F.T.E” (POISONRANA)!!!!! Parker’s spikes right onto her head and everyone in the ring is left laying in broken, battered versions of themselves!!!!!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!

It’s time for another camera cut as we take the viewers back to the waterfront as RISA and Trixie Decker have fought their way out onto a nearby pier, followed by some fans who want an up close look at the action. Decker and RISA’s faces are a mix of emotions as they absolutely lay into each other. Anger. Hurt. Betrayal. Despite everything, however, they’re not holding back as they trade stiff right hands back and forth, causing each other to stagger on the pier, with either one of them able to fall off at any given moment. Decker gets a jab to RISA’s throat, sending her back. She hesitates for a moment as RISA staggers back towards the edge of the pier. Not too long, though, as the Wolf of Odinn shakes her head and comes in for a Superkick but RISA catches her by the foot!!! She yanks her in with an arm across her chest and RISA sends them both sailing off the pier with a Spanish Fly!!!!!! RISA and Decker plummet down several feet CRASHING INTO A PILE OF DEBRIS!!!!!

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD, YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Jim Reynolds: ARE THEY DEAD?!?!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Olivia Mayfaire: I hope not! I know they call these Deathmatches but for fuck’s sake people, don’t take it literal!!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Nick Hanson: We’re gonna get some EMT’s out there to look at those two! Meanwhile, this match isn’t over! Caldwell and ISIS are making their way back to the ring!

Just as cameras cut back to find ISIS and DIamond Caldwell, the former strikes the latter across the back with a foldable beach chair, sending her staggering back towards the ring!! Repeated shots cause the metal frame to bend out of shape and ISIS looks for another chair to use but once she finds one, Caldwell answers back with a Superkick to the chair, knocking it into ISIS’ face and taking her off balance. Caldwell stays on the comeback, grabbing a metal trash can and slams it down across ISIS’ head, denting it all to hell as ISIS collapses into the sand. As Caldwell starts to recover from the chair shots, she makes it to her feet only to have a beach barrel (normally used to store lifeguard equipment) come rolling into the back of her legs at a velocity that causes her to trip up and fall backwards into the sand. The camera quickly pans over to find Janie Grayson and Kaya Parker standing side by side as the culprits, laughing with satisfaction. Their triumph is cut short as Jordan Majors stops the barrel from rolling into the crowd and picks it up, getting a running start and yeeting it as hard as she can, despite how big it is. She gets the barrel flying but Janie Grayson manages to catch it. Grayson and Parker laugh again just a moment before Sanada comes running and launches off of the apron, adjacent to them with a Missile Shotgun Dropkick, right against the side of the barrel, knocking it into Grayson and Parker, sending them crashing into the barricade!!!!

Olivia Mayfaire: Now that’s what I call teamwork!

Majors helps Caldwell up to her feet as, inside the ring Alastair Frost and Kairi Nishikiyama are trading back and forth until Nishikiyama miscalculates a strike and Frost capitalizes, catching her with ”Tactical Advantage” (Bicycle Kick)!! Nishikiyama collapses to the mat as Frost turns his attention to a surfboard propped up against one of the corners. He makes quick work, rolling out of the ring and grabs a lighter and bottle of fluid from a nearby grill. Frost comes back into the ring and promptly soaks the surfboard down. Caldwell and Majors see him setting this all up and attempt to intervene but ISIS and Janie Grayson rush in and intercept and the four begin brawling in pairs of two again.

Nick Hanson: What the hell is Frost gonna do here?!

Olivia Mayfaire: I don’t know, but I don’t like it!!

Jim Reynolds: Think we’re about to have us a little surf and turf, y’all!! HAHAHAHA!!

Olivia Mayfaire: You are fucking demented!

Sanada tries to climb into the ring to stop Frost but Kaya Parker yanks her foot off the apron and shoves her into the ringpost!! Frost flicks on the grill lighter and touches it to the surfboard, causing it to erupt in flames!! He tosses the lighter aside and grabs Nishikiyama by the hair, pulling her up before grabbing ahold of her where he lifts her and spins out for ”Chill Touch” (Spinning Back Suplex)--

–BUT NO!!!! NISHIKIYAMA SLIPS FREE, LANDING BEHIND FROST OUT OF A BACKROLL!!!! SHE GRABS HIM AROUND THE WAIST FROM BEHIND, PINNING HIS ARMS!! Nishikiyama lifts Frost off of his feet, showcasing her own strength despite the size disadvantage!!!! With a desperate scream, she falls back, sending Frost overhead for ”SEA OF FIRE” (SHUTDOWN GERMAN SUPLEX) INTO THE FLAMING SURFBOARD!!!! The board busts in half from Frost and Nishikiayma both going through it!!!! Nishikiyama slaps the flames off of her gear and grabs Frost, hooking the leg for the cover!!


NO!!!!! KAYA PARKER BREAKS IT UP WITH A LIGHT TUBE BEING SMASHED OVER NISHIKIYAMA’S HEAD!!!!! Nishikiyama grabs her head as Parker steps back, looking wild eyed and pulls her kneepad down, looking like she’s setting up for the ”Superknee Slingshot”, while Nishikiyama starts to rise up to her feet again. Neither of them see what’s going on behind Parker though, up on the turnbuckle but the crowd does!!!!! RISA has returned to the world of the living, despite looking battered and covered in blood and just as Parker’s ready to start charging towards Nishikiayama, her cousin comes soaring off the top turnbuckle and catches Parker with ”Queen’s Guillotine” (Top Rope Somersault Cutter)!!!! RISA goes for the pin!!!


TRIXIE DECKER’S DRAGGED HERSELF BACK TO RINGSIDE AS WELL AND PULLS RISA BACK BY HER BOOT!!!!! She’s quick to crawl inside the ring as chaos ensues all in the matter of a minute!!! Decker pulls RISA up into position for the ”Jinx Drop” (Leg Trap Sunset Powerbomb)!! Nishikiyama starts to move in to try and intervene, looking to save her cousin in return for just a moment ago but she’s yanked to the mat and out of the ring by ISIS and Janie Grayson who feel confident they’ve subdued Jordan Majors and Diamond Caldwell!! Nishikiayama tries desperately to break free and get at Decker!!!

Olivia Mayfaire: I can’t believe what these teams have all put each other through but the Wolves are gonna take this one from the Queens again!!

Jim Reynolds: As they should!!!!

Decker DRILLS RISA into the mat with the ”Jinx Drop”!!! She holds for the cover!!!


DIAMOND CALDWELL DIVES IN AND SHOVES RISA FROM THE SIDE, CAUSING HER TO UNROLL FROM DECKER’S PINNING HOLD!!! ISIS and Grayson see Caldwell back up and they shove Nishikiyama violently into the barricade to be able to go after Caldwell but the second they turn, they both look up to see Sanada diving off the top turnbuckle into a Crossbody onto them both!!! ISIS manages to move aside but Sanada takes Grayson down!!! A second later, however, ISIS looks up to see Majors diving off the apron with a Meteora and both of them go slamming into the barricade!!!!

Nick Hanson: YOU CAN’T COUNT THE EMPEROR ACES OUT YET, NOR THE QUEENS OF CHAOS AS A WHOLE!!!!

Jim Reynolds: HOW DO THEY KEEP FIGHTING?!?!

Inside the ring, Caldwell grabs Decker into ”When The Lights Go Out” (Rear Naked Choke) but Decker breaks free with a combination of stomping at Caldwell’s feet and throwing elbows into her ribs. As soon as she’s free, she nails Caldwell with a Pele Kick!!! Caldwell stumbles back into the ropes before Decker grabs her and hops into position for another ”Jinx Drop” but RISA CATCHES HER WITH A LAST DITCH SUPERKICK BEFORE COLLAPSING BACK TO THE MAT IN A PAINFUL HEAP!!!! Decker falls back to the mat and staggers to get to her feet as Caldwell rises up!!! She grabs Decker!!!! Hoists her into position!!!! ”DIAMOND DRIVER” (BELLY-TO-BELLY PILEDRIVER A.K.A GREETINGS FROM ASBURY PARK)!!!!! CALDWELL HOOKS BOTH LEGS AND PRAYS!!!!!!

Olivia Mayfaire: IT’S OVER!!!!!! IT IS ALL OVER!!!!

Isabella Salvatore: Here are your winners….THE QUEENS…OF…CHAOS!!!!!!!

The crowd goes nuts with a pop as “Bow Down” blasts through the surrounding speakers while Caldwell collapses to the mat, exhausted. She’s immediately grabbed by the hand and pulled up by Jordan Majors while Sanada and Kairi Nishikiyama help RISA up. Outside of the ring, the Wolves of Odinn all collect themselves and stand on the walkway between the ring and the curtain, glaring at the Queens of Chaos inside the ring. Both teams are covered in cuts, bruises and plenty of their own blood.

Nick Hanson: What a war that was ladies and gentlemen!!

Jim Reynolds: I’m still speechless at how much both these teams were able to withstand, Nicky!

Olivia Mayfaire: We’re looking at some of the baddest of the bad in NFW on both sides right here! Take nothing from either side!

The Wolves of Odinn take their leave while the Queens of Chaos celebrate their victory, namely showing some props to Caldwell who’s, if nothing else, proved herself as the newest member of their ranks. Majors and Sanada pat Caldwell on the shoulders before leading the five of them all in a “Too Sweet” in the center of the ring.

The camera opens on the auditorium, specifically focused on the ring. The camera pans slowly to the left, over the attendees, to an area of the auditorium where the fans have been pushed aside. In the middle of them, roped off, is a large pile of sticks and branches, pointed up to the sky.

Security leads Isabella Salvatore past through the attendees who surround the ropes, letting her pass through. She approaches the stack of wood, raising her mic to her lips.

Isabella Salvatore: The next contest is for the NFW Silver Mountain Championship using Inferno rules. The first participant to set their opponent on fire wins. No disqualifications. No count-outs.

The idea of seeing an NFW star turning into a living s’more excites the fans more than it honestly should.

Isabella Salvatore: Coming to the pyre first, the challenger. Standing at six feet, four inches and two-hundred forty-five pounds, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts… he is the Rascal King and Ska-Punk Scumbag… SEAN Curley!
The sudden start of “The Rascal King" by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones fills the arena. The crowd erupts into a solid mix of cheers as well as jeers. Out from the back, into a spotlight, strolls “The Rascal King” Sean Curley.


Sean starts to stroll down toward the ring. There was a certain swagger in his step. He gives the occasional high five or handshake to fans, shaking his head and shrugging at those jeering him. He off the ramp, walks along the fans to the fight pit, and turns to face the crowd, his arms draping back over the ropes.


He steps through the ropes and struts around the cordoned off area for a moment. He climbs of the makeshift ring posts and points out of the crowd with a grin. He then drops down to his corner and waits for the match to start.
Glass Heart by Caskets blares through the arena, the spotlights twist and turn over the boardwalk, as the crowd screams and cheers. A lone figure stands at the top of the ramp, head down, cloaked in shadows. The beat quickens; the figure begins to move. Step by step, slowly the figure descends the ramp, heading for the ring as the pyro flashes to life.


As the figure reaches the center of the ramp, that cloak comes off, revealing a woman! Black leather ring gear glimmers in the arena lights, however, no patches or artwork adorn the cut worn. Just a black leather cut, ragged and loved, but a mask marred the face. A mask that was all too familiar to any who watched the wrestling scene of yesteryear. But who was it? Still, the unknown woman moves on.

Shaking hands and nodding slightly to the audience around her, she kept to the pace of the song.


Once she arrived at the ring, she climbed the ropes with haste and stayed, balanced on the top rope, leaning back, oh so slightly, to show the whole arena; she had NO fear. She growled softly, as the ref stepped closer to her, but she was only just beginning. She took the mask from her face and threw it into the crowd.

It was Priscilla White! Legacy daughter of the infamous Druscilla White! She glared around her, face stern, showing little to no care in the world. As the ref inched ever closer to her, she held up a single digit, stopping him dead in his tracks. Cilla flew the middle finger high and proud, just as her mother had done before her, but what Dru lacked in longevity, she certainly made up for in charisma, could the same be said for her progeny?

Only time would tell…

Cilla grabbed the ref, swiped his mic from his collar and announced to the whole world; “Fuck being a Lamb of God…. Fuck being a Wolf of Odinn…. The Blood Queen has Ascended her Throne!” She snarled, as the music continued to blare, and soon the arena erupted in an onslaught of cheers and boos, before finally melding into the perfect chant of “All Hail The Blood Queen, Priscilla!”

Isabella Salvatore looks at the two wrestlers glaring at each other. She pulls a small book of matches from her pocket. Striking one, she flings it into the stack of wood. Instantly, the lumber explodes into a billowing orange and yellow flame, causing fans and even the referee to shrink back.
A bell sounds, although few actually hear it. But in truth, the fighters treat the ignition as the start and throw themselves at each other. Cilla ducks a lariat aimed for her throat, kicking backwards at Sean’s knee. Curley catches the foot and yanks up, spilling Priscilla forward. She catches herself in a front roll, popping up just in time to duck back from a right aimed for her jaw. Cilla smirks, shoving her face forward again to tempt the Rascal King for another blow. He starts to throw his fist, but it’s a fake-out. His left jabs into her ribs, knocking her onto her side and just a few feet from the fire.

Cilla gets to her feet and leaps to the side as Sean attempts to bull rush her into the fire. He screeches to a half at the pyre’s edge, realizing how close he is to losing as the match just starts. He feels Cilla leap onto his back, her feet ramming a lung blower against him. Sean manages to keep upright, not giving ground. He spins around clapping an open hand on the right side of the Prophet’s head. She stumbles from the blow as Sean grabs her arm. He pivots and attempts to hurl her into the bonfire. Instead, Priscilla manages to leap onto Sean, wrapping her legs around his chest, and begins clubbing him in the face.

Curley grabs Cilla and hurls her off of him, sending her clattering to the ground. As she skitters across the floor, Curly reaches behind him and grabs a chunk of burning wood. He runs at her, swinging violently. The timber his Cilla in the back just as she’s getting up. Sean stabs the wood at her hair, attempting to get some combustion. White rolls to the side, letting the club splinter into embers. Cilla jumps up, grabbing Curley around the neck, and yanks him to the floor in a stunner.

Sean falls backwards as Priscilla gets back up. She sets onto Sean, grabbing his arm and pulling it up as she stomps her feet on his side. She drops to the floor, continuing to pull and twist the limb. Sean rolls up on top of Cilla and drives a fist between her eyes. Grabbing the champ by her black tresses, he yanks Cilla back up to her feet before dropping to the floor himself. He brings his opponent back to the floor with him, cracking her head off the cement. Cilla rolls over, clutching her forehead. She stumbles up, jets of blood leaking between the fingers clutching her forehead gash. Priscilla is helpless to react as Sean grabs her around the waist and hurls her backwards overhead. She again hits the floor, falling into a jumble.

Sean latches onto Cilla and drags her to the fire. Grabbing her by the hair, he shoves her face towards the fire. Priscilla snaps to life and throws her hands down, palming the floor. She pushes away as she feels the head on her face. Frustrated, Sean begins to kick Priscilla in the back, attempting to stomp her down. He manages to get three stomps in before White rips herself away, leaving Sean with a handful of black strands, just as his feet stomps a burning board. He yanks his foot away, panicked, as the referee hurries forward to see if anything is on fire.

Sean looks back to where Priscilla is retreating, pulling herself up by the ropes. He snags another burning branch and whirls around, running at her. Seeing him come at her, White yanks a water bottle from a fan’s hand and slings the contents at her attacker. The water splashes the torch, extinguishing it. Sean looks at the smoking weapon, frustrated, but White uses this to kick him in the gut. As Sean folds forwards, Priscilla wraps an arm around his head and drops backwards. This time, it’s Curley’s turn to headbutt the floor. He rolls to the side, a deep bruise spreading across his forehead.

Curley does his best to get to his feet, but Cilla is on top of him with a series of knife-edged chops. An uppercut dazes the Rascal King, and White grabs onto his arm. She spins, launching him towards the bonfire. At the last possible moment, Curley throws himself forwards into a hand-stand, stopping just short of entering the flames. Priscilla launches at him, attempting to knock him into the fire, but Sean rights himself up in time and clocks White in the jaw.

Priscilla stumbles backwards and Sean grabs onto her, executing a Russian Leg Sweep DDT. The Queen’s head bounces off the concrete, but so does Sean’s. Both roll around, agonized. Sean looks down at his hands, seeing bits of red, and realizes he may have made a mistake.

Priscilla comes to life first, wrapping her legs around Sean’s throat with a head scissors. She cinches the hold so tight she’s practically choking him, but the ref is powerless to break this up. The champ grabs the Bostonian’s trapped head and attempts to do a few neck twists, eliciting pained grunts from the man.

Sean slowly pushes his hands between Priscilla’s legs, slowly forcing them apart. Pulling his head out, Curly punches the woman in the leg and knee. Priscilla attempts to escape, rolling over to pull away, but instead Sean palms the back of her head and spikes it off of the floor. A sickening thud sounds out as she kisses the floor. Still, she rolls away and stands.

On weary legs, the champion attempts to stabilize herself with minimal success. Blood pours down her face as Sean, just as crimson, rises and approaches her. Cilla throws herself at him in a vain attempt to knock him off his footing, but Sean catches her handily and sends her up and backwards with a Ska Punk Plex. The champion hits the arena’s concrete floor and rolls, grabbing her aching back.

Curley pushes up again and plods towards her. He can practically feel the strap in his hands, his arm being raised. He grabs Cilla by her neck’s scruff and drags her to the fire. Then, in a simple, swift motion, he lifts her for his finisher, the Haroo Driver, and prepares to send her into the fiery hell before them.

But just as he swings her up against his chest, Priscilla kicks her legs up and over Sean’s head, popping over him and landing behind the man. She spins and punches him twice – once in each kidney – before raising a boot and stomping him in the bottom of the spine. Sean catches himself before he goes face-first into the blaze, although barely. He can feel his eyelashes singing.

Priscilla reaches into the fire and grabs a well-scorched two-by-four – most of it’s “four” long turned to ash – and hauls back like she’s stepping up at place in the World Series. She swings forward, shattering the wood at the base of Sean’s skull. It explodes in a reign of ashen splinters and sparks. Sean’s eyes immediately roll up as his brain is forced offline. Cilla drops the remnants of her weapon and delivers a standing missile dropkick into Curley's back.

The fans watch in horror as Sean Curley pitches forward into the blaze. For a brief moment, Sean is bathed in golden light as his limp form falls forward. Then, attendees scream as they see the fire leap to Sean’s hair and gear. He lands, face-down, on the pyre.

In a moment of… decency? Or just not wanting her win to smell like cooked Curley, Priscilla shoots forward and grabs Sean by the feet, ripping him out of the fire. The bell sounds over the sound system as security guards rush forward with a fire blanket. Sean’s hair and gear are smothered out as he is wrapped up. EMTs force their way through the fans.
Cilla drops to her knees, taking in a deep breath. She feels a hand on her shoulder. She looks up to see the referee holding her belt, the Silver Mountain title. Priscilla pushes up to her feet and takes the prize, allowing the official to raise her arm, as Isabella appears at “ring side.”

Isabella Salvatore: Your winner and still Silver Mountain Champion… PRISCILLA WHITE!!

Priscilla raises the belt over her head, glaring into the fans, almost daring them to boo her. The cheers, however, drown out her naysayers. White slings the prize over her shoulder then offers one more glance at Curley, watching the medics analyze and treat his burns as best they can, before motioning to security. NFW guards flank her side and shove a path open through the unwashed masses, letting the Blood Queen through.

Result: Immolation

Isabella Salvatore: The following is a 2 Minutes 2 Midnight Match…and it is for the NFW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!


As the somber notes of Leo Moracchioli’s cover of Black Hole Sun begin, a faded spotlight points directly at the makeshift stage setup for this year's Cruel Summer. As the instrumental version continues to play, a white horse steps through the curtain bearing two riders. One is garbed in a tattered black cloak, a hood covering their face. The other is Grace Radley, dressed in a white robe with gold filigree and accents, her piercing eyes looking directly into the camera. She slides off the back of the horse, standing at its flank as she retrieves her Gutenberg Bible from the saddlebag at its side. She silently flips to near the end of the religious text, taking a deep breath before raising her eyes skyward.

Grace Radley: And I looked, and beheld a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

As she finished speaking, she stood still, watching as the horse began to slowly make its way to ringside. She followed, off to the side, climbing the stairs as the beasts rider dismounted directly onto the ring apron, only to sit down on the middle rope to allow Grace to step inside quite easily. The angelic Radley and the hooded figure make their way to the center of the ring, where she pulls back the hood and removes the cloak to reveal none other than Jason Shade, who’s upper body has been painted with dozens of ancient symbols.

Grace Radley: NFW. Jessi Ozborne. I give to you… Death.

Shade raises his arms to the sky as the somber music continues to play, backing into his corner as Grace exits the ring.



“Kool-Aid” by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play, with the lights going out. The arena is left in suspense, with lights over the stage pulsing with each beat of the drum, eventually a spotlight rains down, with a silhouette underneath it. Everyone knows full and well who it is, but the lights only reveal it once the song really takes off with a…

“We are the children of the devolution

The infamous martyrs, the scars on the sun

Asphyxiating with a smile on your face

While they pull your teeth out, one by one”

All the lights then burst to life, with the new NFW World Champion, Jessi Ozborne, illuminated under them! Her title is already raised in the air, with the entire sight getting a huge reaction from the fans! Tonight she’s decked out in a Captain Marvel themed attire, with her usual Queens of Chaos armband being replaced with one that simply reads ”BLAZE”

Ozborne steps down the ramp as the music continues to blare behind her, mouthing along to all the words as she hands out high fives and “Too Sweets” to the fans in the front row. She makes it to the ring, stepping up the ring steps and to the top rope, and hoisting up her title as the chorus goes off.

So suffer your fate, oh, come here and give me a hug

Nobody loves you like I love you, oh, my dear

But you should've known that this was gonna end in tears”

Jessi dismounts into the ring off those words, side-stepping around the ring until she finally brings herself to stand still! She quickly steps up to the second rope, holding up her title again to a rapturous applause. She backs up into the corner, getting ready for the match as the music fades.

Isabella Salvatore: Introducing first, the challenger…being accompanied to the ring by Grace Radley…from Reno, Nevada…weighing in at 208 lbs…”The Devilish Rogue”...Jason! Shade!

And his opponent…representing The Queens of Chaos…from Montreal, Quebec, Canada…weighing in at 121 lbs…she is the NFW WORLD CHAMPION…”The World’s Finest”...JESSI! OZBORNE!
This match starts off hot, with Ozborne immediately bursting out of her corner and looking for a Shotgun Dropkick! But Shade is able to catch her, grabbing her by the legs and sending her back first into the mat! He nails the champion with a stomp to the midsection before rolling her back onto her knees! Shade steps back now, looking to come back and connect with a Big Boot! But Ozborne counters, jumping up and connecting with a Dropkick! Shade falls back into the ropes, immediately setting off the C4 trigger on them! Shade rolls out of the ring, with Ozborne slowly coming to realize that she can fly here! She goes to the top rope, waiting for Shade to make it to his feet before launching off and looking to land on him! But Shade gets out of the way, sending Ozborne colliding with the barricade instead!

Shade steps over the apron now, digging underneath it until he finds something! He pulls his weapon of choice out, revealing a plywood board with barbed wire covering it! He sets it up at ringside, bridging it between the barricade and the apron! He comes back to Ozborne, looking to pull her to her feet in order to send her into the board! But Ozborne fights back, nailing Shade with a European Uppercut that sends him back into the ring post! Ozborne looks to follow up, going for a Roundhouse Kick against the post! Shade moves out of the way, and Ozborne has it scouted as she stops just short of kicking the ring post! This serves as pointless, however, as Shade grabs hold of Ozborne’s leg and sends it into the post anyway!

Shade pushes Ozborne into the ring, before getting her up and whipping her towards the ropes! But Ozborne stays on her toes, sliding to the mat to stall her momentum before getting up and nailing Shade with a Leaping Knee Strike! She takes a moment to check on her hurt leg, before scooting over to cover Shade!


Kick out by Shade! Ozborne looks to get the challenger back to his feet, trying to stay on top of this match! But Shade is able to reverse, jumping up and connecting with a Knee Strike to Ozborne! This sends her back into the ropes, with the C4 charge against it exploding across her back! This sends her falling face first to the mat, with Shade stepping back and following up with a Basement Dropkick! Ozborne rolls out of the ring, with Shade rolling out after her and ramming her head into the announce table! He begins to clear the table now, getting Ozborne up and onto the table! He pulls her up, looking to drop her through it with a Powerbomb! But Ozborne is able to escape, dismounting straight from Shade’s shoulders and onto the ringside floor! She rushes in quickly swiping him with a Chop Block that leaves him kneeling on top of the announce table! Ozborne quickly follows up, incredibly jumping all the way up and dropping Shade all the way to the floor with a Backstabber!

Both Ozborne and Shade writhe in agony on the ringside floor, with Ozborne slowly using the steel steps to pull herself to her feet! She gets up just as Shade gets to his knees, as she rushes in and nails him with a Superkick! She gets Shade to his feet, before rolling him into the ring! She attempts to go in after him, taking a huge risk as she jumps to the top rope for a Spingboard move! But Shade is able to reverse, grabbing Ozborne by the arm and pulling into a Knee Strike! Ozborne collapses to the mat as Shade rolls onto her for the pin!


Kick out by Ozborne! Shade wastes no time in looking for the heavy artillery, rolling out of the ring and digging under the ring again! He pulls a barbed wire wrapped steel chair from under the ring, rolling into the ring before raising it over his head and looking to nail Ozborne with it! But Ozborne fights back, shooting her legs up and sending the chair flying right into his face! Ozborne gets to her feet, rushing towards Shade and looking for a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT! But Shade reverses, catching Ozborne and getting her on his shoulder! He rushes her towards the corner, looking for a Lawn Dart! But Ozborne reverses, dismounting from Shade’s shoulder and sending him towards the corner instead! Shade stays weary, stopping just short of running into another C4 charge! Ozborne rushes towards her challenger, only to be taken down with a Spinning Back Elbow from Shade that knocks her to the mat!

Shade goes to the top rope now, looking to end this one with the Faithless Leap! But Ozborne is able to fight back, grabbing the barbed wire chair and holding it in front of her as he comes down for the Swanton Bomb! Shade rolls in agony on the mat, as Ozborne crawls to the corner to get some distance! She rushes towards Shade as he tries to get to his feet, looking for the Rude Awakening! But Shade reverses, catching her out of midair before throwing her into the ropes with a Powerbomb! The C4 explodes across Ozborne’s back as she collapses to the mat! Shade doesn’t stop there, however, getting Ozborne up before throwing her into the ropes with another Powerbomb! Once again an explosion goes off, with Ozborne hardly able to move as she hits the mat! Shade gets Ozborne up again, getting her up and dropping her across ropes with a third Powerbomb! Ozborne once again folds as Shade covers!


Kick out by Ozborne! Shade is immediately back on her, getting her right into a Crossface! The champion is in big trouble now as Shade wrenches it back! Ozborne crawls towards the ropes, clasping onto the bottom one for relief! However the scene feels straight out of a horror movie, as not only does grabbing the ropes not force a rope break, but actually causes Ozborne even more pain as the barbs dig into the skin of her hand! She guts through it, however, pulling herself forward with just enough force to send Shade’s head right into a C4 charge! Shade writhes around in agony on the mat, with Ozborne taking the time to pull herself up and recover! She rushes over to Shade, before connecting with the Rude Awakening! Curb Stomp connects! Ozborne has this one in hand, rolling on top of Shade for the pin!


Kick out by Shade! Ozborne is in disbelief, thinking that was surely the end! She doesn’t stew on it for long however, as she gets to her feet and immediately places a foot underneath Shade’s head! She slowly raises her foot, guiding Shade to her feet before going for God’s Revol—NO! Shade ducks it! Shade ducks the Skull Kick! He catches Ozborne in the midsection with a Kick as she spins around, before getting her in position and dropping her with Lost Day! Sit Out Tombstone Piledriver connects! Pin by Shade! This is it!


NO! Shoulder up by Ozborne at the last possible moment! Shade is near the end of his rope now, deciding to go high risk as he slowly scales to the top turnbuckle! He takes the time to wipe the blood and sweat from his brow, before launching off and looking for another Faithless Leap! But Ozborne rolls out of the way, leaving Shade to crash and burn on the mat! She quickly swoops in, grapevining Shade’s arms and snaring him into a Crucifix Pin!


Kick out by Shade! Ozborne is quick to go for another pin, rolling Shade up with a Jackknife Pin!


Kick out by Shade! But Ozborne is right on him again, keeping hold of the legs and trapping him in Crimson Star! Cloverleaf is in! Shade is in deep trouble now, as Ozborne digs her knee into his back and wrenches back further! Shade reaches out for the ropes to no avail! He puts a hand up! He’s about to tap…

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NO! Shade plants his fist into the mat, showing he’s still in this! He begins to roll back, getting out of position and kicking Ozborne back into the ropes! The C4 explodes across her back, leaving her laid out on the mat! He goes to the top rope now, launching off and connecting with Faithless Leap! Swanton Bomb connects! Shade with the pin!


NO! Shoulder up by Ozborne! Shade bangs on the mat in frustration, just wanting to win this one already! He gets Ozborne to her feet, before shoving her back into the corner! He gets her up to top rope now, getting her in position and looking for the 366! But Ozborne doesn’t let him complete the Avalanche Death Valley Driver, nailing him with Elbows to the side of the head until he lets her go! Ozborne drops to the mat, before coming up behind Shade and pushing him off the top rope! From there, he tumbles down to ringside, falling right into the barbed wire board he set up earlier! Shade is in a heap at ringside, with Ozborne looking over to the titantron and realizing she only has a few minutes left on the clock! She slides out of the ring, getting Shade to his feet and pushing him into the ring! She backs into the corner now, waiting for Shade to try and make it to his feet before dropping him with the Rude Awakening! Ozborne with the pin!


NO!! KICK OUT BY SHADE!! KICK OUT BY SHADE AT ONE!!!

Ozborne is in shock here, with Shade seemingly running on pure adrenaline as he bangs on the mat! Ozborne doesn’t let this fire last for long however, as she nails Shade with a Kick to the midsection! She goes to the top rope now, waiting for Shade to try and get up before leaping off and going for a Flying Rude Awakening! Curb Stomp from the top rope! Pin by Ozborne!

Isabella Salvatore: The winner of this match…and STILL The NFW WORLD! CHAMPION!...JESSI! OZBORNE!

Nick Hanson: In perhaps the toughest match of her reign so far, Jessi Ozborne turns around her biggest challenge to date and retains her title!

Olivia Mayfaire: All the credit in the world to Jason Shade! He really brought it tonight! But in the end, we still have yet to find an answer to what will be enough to stop Jessi Ozborne!

Jim Reynolds: Enough about that though! This ring’s about to blow!

Jessi celebrates outside of the ring, having her title handed to her before she raises it in the air! Just then, however, she sees the countdown timer still going, with 20 seconds to spare! Ozborne looks back to Shade, who’s still inside the ring! She grabs a hold of him, looking to pull him out and save him from the explosion to come!

Nick Hanson: Look at Jessi Ozborne! She’s helping her opponent out of the ring!

Olivia Mayfaire: This isn’t anything new to her! Remember, it was last year under this exact stipulation that Ozborne helped her opponent escape the explosion of the ring as well! She always goes to bat for people she respects!

Jessi begins to pull Shade out of the ring, trading looks between him and the countdown timer ticking down from 10! Ozborne begins to get nervous, continuously tugging at Shade and trying to get him out with seconds left to spare until…

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She lets him go, seeing it as too late as she falls back to ringside! Seconds later, the ring begins to blow, with Jessi looking back in horror at the huge flames shooting up around the apron! Shade is left laying there, with the crowd falling into silence.

Nick Hanson: What…what the hell just happened…?

Jim Reynolds: I’ll tell you what happened…

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh boy. Here we go.

Jim Reynolds: ...Jessi Ozborne, the absolute hoodlum that she is, just left Jason Shade for dead! She had the option to help him, and chose not to!

Olivia Mayfaire: She did choose to! We all saw that she did! She tried, and she failed! That’s more than anyone else could possibly say!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, sure…defend that asshole all you want! I know what I saw!

Nick Hanson: Regardless, I think we need medical out here to check on Shade!

Just like that, medical personnel swarm the ring with Shade, along with Grace Radley. All this goes down as Ozborne stares back into the ring, absolutely mortified. She backs up the ramp, leaving Shade be. He raises a thumbs up to the crowd to assure them he’s okay, with that getting the biggest ovation of the night as we fade to black.