Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Nov 9, 2024 16:50:07 GMT -8
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Jessie Robinson: Last week, I went into an absolute war between three tough mother fudgers. We tore the house down and we all left it out there in that ring for the fans of NFW and SHW. I couldn't be prouder of all of us that fought tooth and nail to try and prove who the best champion was.
Suddenly, her face grows a little angry as a scowl grows on her lips.
Jessie Robinson: But, someone had to come and ruin it! Just when I was about to do something crazy and get the fans really going! Heck, I was in control of that match until that jealous little piece of poop that just happens to be my brother decided to show his stupid face and push me off the ladder! I thought he was gone, I thought I was done with him, but he can't help but continue to be jealous of me!
Jessie once again adjusts her title, looking at it with a smile on her face.
Jessie Robinson: I mean, I get it, it's hard being the successful one of the family, being the first between us to hold a major championship. If it were him, I'd be jealous of him! But what I wouldn't do is come out and cost him a match because I'm not obsessed with him like he is with me.
I know, he likes to blame me for everything that's gone wrong in his life because I didn't stick beside him when he decided to show his jealousy in training. It's not my fault he can't keep his temper and envy in check. I see the green getting brighter every single time I see him. He wanted to get involved in my business again, so I guess we have problems still and I know you won't go away until I either best you or you take everything away from me, James. I know sooner or later, we’re going to have to step inside of that ring again and fight, but this next time, things will be different than the first time around and you won't be walking out as the winner.
Good luck tonight, bro, I'm gonna be watching and waiting for the perfect moment to finally strike and you'll know exactly why I'm a mother fudging Queen.
Jessie smiles as she grabs her suitcase and continues her walk, disappearing around a corner.
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Match #1/Singles
James Michael Robinson vs. Lawrence Whittikar
James recovered quickly, his expression morphing into one of irritation. He retaliated with a hard knife-edge chop that echoed through the arena, making Lawrence wince. The veteran followed with a powerful German suplex, showcasing his strength. Not willing to let up, James delivered a series of boxing punches, driving Lawrence back against the barricade.
Lawrence tried to mount a comeback with a double knee facebreaker that staggered James, but the momentum was short-lived. James countered with a fierce DDT, planting Lawrence on the mat. James capitalized by hitting a brutal knee drop, followed by an open palm slap to maintain control.
Desperate, Lawrence dodged a lariat from James and slid between his legs, evading further damage. He spun around and hit a rolling corner clothesline, but James absorbed the impact, smirking. Lawrence attempted a springboard move, but James caught him mid-air with a devastating backbreaker.
Sensing victory, James taunted the crowd and set Lawrence up for his finishing move. Lawrence, groggy but defiant, tried to fight back with a final burst, attempting to lock in Play the Mark. James overpowered him, shifting out of the hold and delivering a Know Your Place, sending Lawrence crashing to the mat.
Without hesitation, James pulled Lawrence up and executed I'm Just Better, driving him face-first into the canvas. The impact was enough to keep Lawrence down for the three-count.
Winner: James Michael Robinson
Result: Pinfall (I’m Just Better)
Result: Pinfall (I’m Just Better)
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Match #2/Tag Team
2 Broke Chickz vs. Twizted Sisterz
ONE!
TWO!
CHI CHI KICKS OUT!
TWO!
CHI CHI KICKS OUT!
Emma and Zenia pull Chi Chi up her feet and give her a double snap suplex. Twisted Sisterz get up and hit a double elbow drop. They hop up and hit matching standing moonsaults. Zenia holds for the cover while Emma rolls off.
ONE!
TWO!
JANE BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
JANE BREAKS IT UP!
Jane scoops Emma for a body slam. Zenia hops up and jumps at Jane and gets scooped up as well. Jane slams her. Emma staggers up and Jane runs her over for a lariat. Zenia staggers up and Jane nails her as well. Emma gets up and Chi Chi dropkicks her in the back. Jane catches Emma and smashes her down onto Zenia. Chi Chi jumps at Jane and gets slammed onto the Twisted Sisterz for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TWISTED SISTERZ KICK OUT!
TWO!
TWISTED SISTERZ KICK OUT!
2BC stand and Jane grabs Zenia and pulls her up. Zenia spins into a ddt on Jane. Chi Chi goes for a kick on Zenia but Emma rolls Chi Chi from behind.
ONE!
TWO!
JANE MAKES THE SAVE!
TWO!
JANE MAKES THE SAVE!
Twisted Sisterz hit a double dropkick on Chi Chi. Jane goes through for a double clothesline. Zenia. She tumbles down hard and 2BC hit Gas Money on Emma. Chi Chi covers Emma while Jane holds back Zenia.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
Winners: 2 Broke Chickz
Result: Pinfall (Gas Money)
Result: Pinfall (Gas Money)
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Match #3/Triple Threat
Jimmy Bones vs. Jericho Kerry vs. Kai Morgan
Jimmy strikes first, launching a series of quick jabs at Kai before turning and delivering a lightning-fast Pele Kick to Jericho, staggering the big man. Jericho barely flinches, stepping back to absorb the blow and countering with a thunderous clothesline that nearly takes Jimmy's head off. Kai sees his opening and pounces, grabbing Jericho in a tight side headlock and wrenching down to control the powerhouse.
Jericho uses his size advantage, shoving Kai into the ropes and catching him on the rebound with a massive belly-to-belly suplex, sending Kai crashing to the mat. Jimmy, not one to be left out, darts forward with a Slingblade on Jericho, popping back up to his feet with a fierce look in his eyes. He goes straight into a Running Neck Snap on Kai, then ricochets off the ropes, dropping Kai with a front Basement Dropkick, landing right into a cover.
ONE…
TWO…
TWO…
Kai gets the shoulder up! With both his opponents down, Jimmy takes a moment to catch his breath, but Jericho gets backs up and storms toward him. Jimmy throws a chop, but Jericho absorbs it and retaliates with a brutal Big Boot that sends Jimmy sprawling to the corner. Jericho follows up with his signature Corner Splash, crushing Jimmy between himself and the turnbuckles before yanking him out and tossing him across the ring with a powerful throw.
Kai recovers quickly, shaking off the effects of Jimmy's dropkick, and aims a high knee at Jericho. Jericho side steps, but Kai’s ready, whipping around with a spinning back elbow that connects square with Jericho's jaw. Jericho stumbles, and Kai capitalizes with a vicious Snap Dragon Suplex, sending Jericho rolling to the apron to regroup.
With Jericho out of the immediate picture, Kai turns his attention to Jimmy. The two trade stiff forearm strikes in the center of the ring, each one echoing throughout the arena. Jimmy, ever resilient, ducks under a wild swing from Kai and counters with a Drop Toe Hold, quickly transitioning into a Crossface Chickenwing, wrenching Kai's neck and shoulders. Kai fights, grimacing in pain, but manages to twist his body enough to reach the ropes, forcing Jimmy to release the hold.
Jimmy doesn’tt give Kai a moment’s rest, pulling him up and attempting a quick Russian Leg Sweep. Kai blocks it, shifting his weight and driving his knee into Jimmy’s midsection. He then pulls Jimmy into a brutal DDT that plants him squarely in the center of the ring. Kai goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO…
TWO…
Jimmy kicks out, and the crowd roars in approval. Kai's frustration is evident as he drags Jimmy to his feet, setting him up for the ”Shattered Skies” (Axe & Smash). But before he can execute it, Jericho comes barreling back into the ring, catching Kai with a shoulder block that breaks up the attempt. Jericho follows with a vertical suplex, lifting Kai high into the air before slamming him down with authority.
As Jericho’s distracted with Kai, Jimmy sees an opportunity and hits Jericho with a schoolboy roll-up, immediately popping up to deliver a superkick to Kai’s face, staggering him into the ropes. With Kai dazed, Jimmy turns his attention back to Jericho, who’s starting to rise. Jimmy runs to the ropes and comes off with a Cannonball Senton, crashing into both of his opponents in the corner, leaving all three men on the mat.
Jimmy staggers to his feet, eyes blazing as he signals for the "Crossbones" (Captain’s Hook). He grabs Jericho's arm, aiming to wear him down and weaken him for the submission, but Jericho fights back, delivering a hard punch to Jimmy's ribs, breaking his grip. Kai then blindsides Jimmy with a Slingblade, and as Jericho stumbles to his feet, Kai delivers a precise Bicycle Knee to Jericho’s jaw.
With both opponents down again, Kai takes a risk, ascending to the top turnbuckle. He aims for Jimmy, diving off with a missile dropkick, but Jimmy rolls out of the way, causing Kai to crash and burn on the canvas. Jimmy then leaps into Jericho, grabbing him around the head for the “Drop Out” (RKO) but Jericho counters, shoving Jimmy into the ropes.
As Jimmy rebounds, Jericho side steps, and in a flash, Kai is back on his feet and charges, leveling Jimmy with his "Dark Matter Machine" (Spear), flooring him. The impact sends Jimmy sprawling across the ring. Before Kai can follow up, Jericho storms in with his Big Boot, sending Kai tumbling through the ropes and out of the ring, leaving him alone with a stunned Jimmy.
Seizing his moment, Jericho hoisted Jimmy up with sheer strength and executed his finishing move, "And Send The Jet" (F5) driving Jimmy into the mat with brutal force. Jericho drops down for the pin, hooking the leg tightly.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
TWO...
THREE!
Winner: Jericho Kerry
Result: Pinfall (And Send The Jet)
Result: Pinfall (And Send The Jet)
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We cut to the ringside area, where the camera pans the crowd, picking up some loud and excited fans here in the Coliseum. As the anticipation grows about what is coming next, the fans roar when the PA system crackles to life with ‘Through the Fire and the Flames’ by Dragon Force! The opening riff has the fans cheering and rising to their feet, all eyes looking towards the stage where ‘The Dragon’ Travis Levitt marchesout. There’s a serious look on Levitt’s face, and he quickly storms down the ramp, snatching a microphone off a roadie before he scales the steps and into the ring. Pacing for a moment, he finally raises the microphone as his music cuts out.
Travis Levitt: I’m not wasting time tonight. I don’t have the patience for it. Not after the last few weeks. CROSS! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!
Travis is still pacing the ring, eyes glued to the stage and staring right at the entryway. There’s a long few uncomfortable moments with nothing happening, and Travis shakes his head, scowling as he raises the microphone.
Travis Levitt: CROSS! That the way you want to play? You can bring your ass down here when I’m getting a beatdown and act the hero. Saunter on down to cost me a shot at the world title. But I CALL you OUT and your ass decides NOW it's time to stay away? No. Uh uh. GET! OUT! HERE!
Travis is slowly growing more and more red in the face as he circles the ring. Stepping away from the ropes, Levitt slips his leather jacket off, tossing it aside, and even rolling up his sleeves, before he raises the microphone again.
Travis Levitt: CROSS! We can do this like men, or I swear to all the gods there are I will find y-
Travis is interrupted as a referee comes jogging out from the back. The referee reaches the ring and Levitt glares at him, stepping towards the ropes. The referee yells something up at him, and Travis shakes his head.
Travis Levitt: Wh—What do you mean he isn’t here? Of course he’s here. He’s just hiding in whatever hole he usually is before one of my mat—CROSS GET! OUT! HERE!
Travis starts ignoring the referee and yelling out at the crowd. The referee hops up onto the apron, but Levitt steps toward him, pie-facing the official and sending him tumbling back to ringside.
Travis Levitt: You ain’t Cross. Get the fuck out of here.
Travis sees security starting to slowly file out and he backs away from the ropes, pointing right at the swarm of bodies starting to head towards the ring.
Travis Levitt: If you aren’t Damon Cross do NOT get in this ring. I will knock your ass out. Only warning. I will leave this ring when Damon comes out to meet me. Not befo—-
An over-eager security guard slides in from behind, trying to tackle Travis from behind, but Levitt sends an elbow backwards, cracking the guard in the jaw, before seizing him by the back of the head and tossing him right back over the top rope. The moment has started though, and now more security starts climbing into the ring, but The Dragon is having none of it! Levitt starts swinging wildly and hard, dropping each and every guard that comes near him with rights and lefts, and tossing them out almost as fast as they can get in! Levitt is throwing haymakers and kicks, and he’s STILL screaming out about Damon Cross! Travis drops a pair of guards with a double clothesline, and then his eyes glance towards the titantron, stopping him in his tracks as on the titantron, sitting back casually and dressed to the nines as ever, is ‘The Unforgiven’ himself, Damon Cross. Damon is just sitting back quietly, seemingly watching the carnage, but just the sight of his rival is enough to have Levitt screaming, again, and he leans over the ropes, screaming out loud enough to be heard on the camera.
Travis Levitt: DONT YOU FUCKING SIT THERE! GET DOWN HERE! COWARD! COME OUT AND FACE ME!
Damon makes no sign of acknowledgment, his face showing no emotion at all. No smirk. No condescending sneer. Just a stare right back as inside the ring, security makes another grab at Travis. The Dragon keeps shrugging them off, punching wildly, and taking every chance he can to turn back and scream at the titantron. After a few more frantic moments, Travis finally drops and rolls out of the ring, eyes on the screen and pointing right up at Cross.
Travis Levitt: I’ll come find you then!
Travis starts heading up the ramp and suddenly stops as Leina appears in the entryway. Travis stares daggers at her, watching her get closer until she reaches him, the young lady’s face neutral and unreadable… much like her father’s. The two share a long look, and then she hands Travis a simple envelope. Travis takes it carefully, and Leina offers the slightest smile before she heads back up the ramp, exiting the way she came in. Travis waits until she’s gone and then opens up the envelope, looking at its contents, and then glancing up at the titantron and staring at the still calm sitting and unreactive Damon Cross. Travis turns and heads back towards the ringside, taking up a microphone and turning back to the screen.
Travis Levitt: Next week, Cross? Your house? I’LL BE THERE!
Travis breathes hard for a moment, the crowd popping at the idea of Levitt and Cross face-to-face before the titantron cuts out and Levitt finally glances around to see he’s slowly been surrounded by security guards again. Looking around at the guards, some of whom are clutching jaws and looking bruised, a wince crosses Travis’ face and he teases a hand through his hair.
Travis Levitt: Yeah. This one’s gonna cost me. Sorry LeeAnn. Alright fellas and felines, I’ll go peacefully.
Travis hands the microphone back to the roadie, and then holds his hands up in surrender, allowing the security guards to seize him and frog march him backstage before we cut to our next scene.
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Dakota Winters: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome my guest at this time… Stacy Jones!
A faint pop from the crowd can be heard as the camera pans out and Stacy Jones appears in frame all dressed ready to compete while also wearing her signature black “Unbreakable” leather jacket with a big smile on her face.
Dakota Winters: Stacy? Tonight, in just a matter of moments, you will be having your first match back since your triumphant return at the finals of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament against Teresa Morgan. How are you feeling?
Jones nods.
Stacy Jones: How am I feeling, Dakota? How am I feeling?! I’m pumped up and raring to go! That’s how I’m feeling! It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to step between those ropes and do what I love! To do what I was put on this Earth to do!
She pauses for a moment as another faint pop from the crowd is heard, which catches The Unbreakable One’s attention as she looks back to the interviewer and points off camera.
Stacy Jones: You hear that, Dakota?! They are the reason I keep coming back! No matter how many times I get taken out! Whether it’s by some new blood trying to make an impact off of my name! Or whether it’s some spiteful, egotistical bitch like Adrianna Salvatore! I keep coming back for them!
Another pop from the crowd.
Stacy Jones: And I know I have my work cut out for me tonight… that’s the way it is here in NFW… we have the best of the best right here and I wouldn’t want it any other way! And Teresa Morgan is a damn fine competitor and she has proven that she belongs here! Teresa and I know each other pretty well, we’re good friends outside of work, and I know she’s gonna bring it tonight and I know she knows that I’m gonna bring it as well! It’s gonna be one Hell of a match and only one can come out of it victorious and I plan on making sure that it’s me!
Winters nods.
Dakota Winters: Well, since you mentioned her earlier. A few weeks ago, you came out here and laid down a challenge to Adrianna Salvatore for a match of her own choice at WrestleWar. We’re still yet to hear a response from her so… do you think we’ll hear from her soon?
Jones folds her arms across her stomach and nods.
Stacy Jones: I’m no fool, Dakota. I know Adrianna isn’t the type to be running scared of anyone. I mean… just look at her. But I also know that she’s a snake and she’ll strike when I least expect it. So yeah, I feel like I’ll be hearing from her soon… most likely after a cowardly attack. And people may think I’m foolish for letting her choose what kind of match we have at WrestleWar… maybe I am? But what I do know is this. She will accept it… and it’s going to be a Hell of a fight that’s for damn sure. But when it’s all said and done? She’ll understand exactly why I’m…
UNBREAKABLE!
Stacy Jones: That’s my cue! Time to go to work!
The Unbreakable One then pats the interviewer on the arm before she disappears into Gorilla as we cut back to ringside.
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Match #4/Singles
Stacy Jones vs. Teresa Morgan
Teresa fired back, her strength and power a stark contrast to Stacy’s speed. She launched a powerful clothesline from hell, taking Stacy down hard. As Stacy struggled back up, Teresa caught her with a spinebuster, slamming her to the mat with authority. She didn’t let up, pulling Stacy into a seated position and locking in her Solemn Vow, a Fujiwara armbar that wrenched Stacy’s shoulder painfully. Stacy grimaced, but she fought through, inching her way to the ropes and forcing a break. Teresa released her hold reluctantly, her frustration evident. As Stacy got to her feet, Teresa went for a big boot, but Stacy ducked under it, countering with a quick spinning roundhouse kick—her signature Bat-Hammer—that connected with Teresa’s head and sent her stumbling into the corner.
Seeing her chance, Stacy ran to the opposite corner, then charged toward Teresa and launched herself into an Unbowed—her slingshot somersault leg drop. Teresa took the hit, crumpling down to the mat as Stacy climbed up the ropes, signaling for a high-risk move. She dove through the ropes with a suicide dive, transitioning it smoothly into a tornado DDT that drove Teresa’s head into the floor outside. Teresa looked dazed as she tried to push herself back up, but Stacy didn’t let up, following up with a brutal stiff kick combination that ended with a buzzsaw-style kick to Teresa’s head. Teresa dropped to her knees, clutching her head in pain as Stacy rolled her back into the ring, eager to go for the finish.
But Teresa wasn’t about to go down that easily. As Stacy climbed the ropes for a diving corkscrew cutter—Remember Who You Are—Teresa sprang up and intercepted her, landing a thunderous right hook that stunned Stacy on the top rope. Teresa pulled Stacy down into position and hit a devastating DDT from the second rope. Not wasting a second, Teresa climbed to the top turnbuckle and launched into her Stormy Love, a beautifully executed Swanton Bomb that had the crowd on its feet. She went for the cover, but Stacy barely managed to kick out just before the three-count, her resilience surprising everyone. Frustrated but determined, Teresa lifted Stacy into the air for her Brooklyn Brute, but Stacy reversed mid-lift, landing on her feet and countering with a Penance Stare—an inverted sharpshooter with a double chickenwing—that brought Teresa to her knees, screaming in agony.
As Teresa struggled against the hold, she managed to power through, crawling to the ropes and forcing a break just as she looked close to tapping. Both women were exhausted, breathing heavily as they pulled themselves to their feet. Teresa suddenly landed a powerful Superman Punch, her Cee Tee 01, that sent Stacy sprawling outside the ring. Teresa moved toward the ropes to follow, but the referee stepped in, pushing her back and starting the count for Stacy.
Seth Ernst: Referee’s gonna try to keep this match inside the ring. Telling Teresa Morgan that she has to–
Miranda Augustino: AYO WAIT A MINUTE!!
Just then, Adrianna Salvatore appeared at ringside, charging forward and spearing Stacy out of nowhere with the ”Gamma Ray Burst!” Stacy crumpled to the ground as Adrianna smirked, throwing Stacy’s limp body back into the ring.
Lucas Knox: We haven’t seen Adrianna Salvatore since the Vlad Blackheart Finals!
Teresa looked torn, clearly conflicted by the interference, but she finally moved forward, lifting Stacy and hitting her with the Brooklyn Brute.
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE…!!
TWO…!
THREE…!!
As the bell sounded and Teresa stood, her expression almost immediately to regret as she knelt beside Stacy, whispering apologies. She glanced back toward Adrianna, now retreating up the ramp, frustration darkening her face as she stood up and pursued, leaving a weary Stacy behind as the crowd buzzed with anticipation.
Winner: Teresa Morgan
Result: Pinfall (Brooklyn Brute)
Result: Pinfall (Brooklyn Brute)
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Lana Corvin: Once again Crystal Hilton is nipping at my heels. Well, hate to shatter your hopes and dreams, ho, but this ain’t gonna be like the last time. I got a whole ass whippin on deck for you tonight. You want to take this…
Lana lifts up the NFW Title and pats the faceplate.
Lana Corvin: You want what I have. You want to be at the top. You want those marquee matches. Those main events. You want my spotlight. But I’m gonna be your literal wall. That proverbial glass ceiling. But you ain’t gonna break through me.
Lana tosses the NEW Title over her shoulder.
Lana Corvin: You got very lucky when we fought over the United States title. But that luck has run out. You used all of it to get here. Now, you got nothing. You will be just another footnote in my title reign. You see, you got this match at a really bad time. I’m going to use you as a reminder to the rest of Trauma and NFW. People have gotten lax, feeling safe. They need a reminder of who sits at the top above them. So at least you’ll serve some kind of purpose. You, Crystal, I can say there is some jealousy when it comes to you. I’m jealous of everyone who hasn’t met you.
Lana chuckles and grabs her entrance coat. She then walks past the camera and the scene fades.
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Teresa Morgan: What in the Hell was that, Adrianna?! Getting involved in my match?!
It hadn’t exactly been the best 24 hours for Teresa, so to say that she was in a bit of a mood over Adrianna getting involved in the match, regardless of the match, would be an understatement. She crossed her arms as she looked at the other woman, the irritation rolling off of her as she crossed her arms, almost staring a hole through Adrianna. Adrianna, meanwhile, was as stoic as ever as she ricocheted Teresa’s stare right back at her.
Adrianna Salvatore: Yours? No. She got involved in mine last month. She should know by now that, what you give? You get back. Stacy Jones wants to strut her shit around here as if she’s the “face that runs the place.” She wants to talk like her word is law all because she’s so loved by those fucking rats out there. Besides, congratulations…
Her black painted lips curled up into a sly little smirk as she looked Teresa up and down.
Adrianna Salvatore: You just beat a former Triple Crown Champion. Big waves for you, Teej.
The smile on Adrianna’s face is…evil. Pure, downright evil. Teresa ran a frustrated hand through her hair, having ripped the hair band out of it on her way to the back to confront Adrianna. She let out a frustrated groan sort of blowing up on her friend.
Teresa Morgan: I get that she fucked with your match last month, alright?! But I needed this tonight! Especially after last night! It doesn’t matter if you two are going at each other…how does this shit make me look considering we grew up together and people know you trained me?! It’s already felt that I can’t fucking make it in Zion without Kai interfering somehow!
Teresa let out another groan, this one far more exasperated than the frustrated one she had let out before. She opened her mouth but quickly closed it before shaking her head, a frustrated look crossing her face once more. The dual-toned haired woman threw her hands up in the air before stalking off, muttering under her breath as she did. The camera focuses on Adrianna as she watches her go. Her cold expression not changing. With a light snort, the tatted woman turns and continues on her way, shoulder checking the camera man on the way by.
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Main Event/Singles
NFW Championship Match
Crystal Hilton vs. Lana Corvin ©
ONE!
TWO!
LANA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
LANA KICKS OUT!
On the way up, Lana hits Crystal low and then gets her in an inside cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL REVERSES!
ONE!
TWO!
LANA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
CRYSTAL REVERSES!
ONE!
TWO!
LANA KICKS OUT!
The two pull away and Lana gets “Damnation.”
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
TWO!
CRYSTAL KICKS OUT!
They get up and Crystal gets Lana for an O’Connor roll.
ONE!
TWO!
LANA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
LANA KICKS OUT!
Crystal is propelled forward and rebounds back off the ropes. Lana nails her with a big clothesline. Crystal staggers up and Lana gets Hecate’s Dagger. She covers.
ONE!
TWO!
CRYSTAL GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
CRYSTAL GETS A SHOULDER UP!
The two stand up and trade shots before Crystal jumps into a victory roll.
ONE!
TWO!
LANA GETS THE KICK OUT!
TWO!
LANA GETS THE KICK OUT!
Both women roll up to their feet and charge each other. Crystal goes for a clothesline but Lana ducks and comes off the ropes with ”Murder Flight” (Vicious Running Lariat), cleaning Crystal’s clock as she’s knocked inside out. Lana grabs her back up without hesitation and hooks the arms. She taunts to the crowd before planting Crystal with ”The Glorifier” (Angel Wings) and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
Seth Ernst: Lana Corvin has done it again, ladies and gentlemen!
Miranda Augustino: All skill, no luck!
Lucas Knox: Love her or hate her, you gotta admit she is her father’s daughter in terms of talent.
Lana Corvin continues to celebrate her victory when a voice comes over the speakers, tuning out her music.
LeeAnn Viskan: Excuse me, excuse me! Pardon the interruption!
General Manager of Trauma, LeeAnn Viskan comes walking out from the back, dressed in her usual style of “professional wear”; that being a pair of black leggings, knee high stiletto boots and a black leather jacket over a low cut violet blouse. She’s still sporting patches and bruises from her match at Funeral Derangements III but it hasn’t put a damper on her smile, as wicked as it is.
LeeAnn Viskan: I hate to cut in during the champ’s celebration, sincerely, I do. Lana, very impressive, as always. Everyone knows you and I don’t exactly see eye to eye but no matter how much any particular talent may drive me up the wall, I’m gonna give credit where credit’s due. I’m gonna give my champions the respect they earned by winning their titles. I’m gonna give them the competition that they deserve, and with that being said, the reason I’m out here now, is just to inform you of your next challenger.
LeeAnn pauses to let those words wink in as the crowd murmurs in anticipation, before she continues.
LeeAnn Viskan: See, I’m all about holding contender’s matches and giving opportunities to the masses but something I’m also all about, is making sure everybody gets what they Deserve, with a capital D. That’s why, honestly, I don’t need to book a big match next week or the week after to figure out who you’re facing. Truth be told, I knew who was challenging for that title next month the moment you became champion, Lana, whether it was you defending it or not. So without me standing here and eating up anymore time…let me introduce you…to the next Number One Contender…to the NFW Championship. The opponent that you, Lana Corvin, will be facing…in the Main Event at Night One…of Wrestle War…
LeeAnn lowers the microphone as Lana holds the title on her shoulder and stares daggers up the ramp at the General Manager. Everyone falls silent…waiting…
Lucas Knox: WHOOOOAAA!!!!!
Miranda Augustino: YEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!
Seth Ernst: HOW ABOUT THAT?!
The entire Colosseum crowd pops as “LIKE IT, LOVE IT” kicks on and Ayu Megumi comes walking out onto the stage, beaming happily at the reception to the announcement. She shakes hands with LeeAnn Viskan before the General Manager leaves the stage to her. Megumi turns then, to stare at Lana Corvin down in the ring. Corvin is FURIOUS, shouting out at LeeAnn that Ayu hasn’t earned a shot back at her yet. Megumi, meanwhile, isn't phased, as she pantomimes a title around her waist, cracking a tiny smile at the champion as the show goes off the air.
Winner: Lana Corvin (#AndStill)
Result: Pinfall (Glorifier)
Result: Pinfall (Glorifier)
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