N*FW Wrestling #15 - Osaka-Jo Hall! 7/22/2018!

A recap of When Worlds Collide is seen to the song "When Legends Rise" by Godsmack. A vignette showing quick shots of each match's highlights. We see each surprise entrance of the secret challengers for the titles, followed by the memorable spots of the matches before seeing each of the N*FW defenders raising their retained championships in victory. The last highlight of the recap is the end of the Heavyweight Title match, showing Kazuchika Okada reaching for the ropes while Scott Leroux has him in the Ankle Lock before the bell sounds to signal the time limit has been reached, resulting in a draw. The final shot is of the two respectable champions of their brands, giving an exhausted handshake and nodding to each other before we FREEZE on that image as the song reaches it's end....

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Scene opens as we see the back stage parking lot area. Looking out to the town, then all of a sudden a famous white limo pulls up right beside and eventually passes the camera. The limo stops several feet from passing the camera and the back doors open up as Clerance Fletcher Townsend and Victoria Emmerson stand up out of the car. Clarence and Victoria gracefully walk back to the locker room area....

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~LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM LIKE YOU WANT IT!!!!~

Cutting from the previous shot, we go right into the introduction segment for N*FW's weekly broadcast. As tonight's show is in Osaka, Japan the usual clip is mixed with lovely but quick shots of the city before we open on the arena.

Hanson: "MAKE SOME NOISE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! WE ARE HERE LIVE IN OSAKA-JO HALL!! BEAUTIFUL OSAKA, JAPAN!! WELCOME TO NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!!"

Reynolds: "Nicky, I've still got goosebumps from our show at the Tokyo Dome. Worlds truly did COLLIDE!!"

Hanson: "Indeed they did, Jim! And just like Commissioner Steven Brody expected, our defending champions put on some great performances and they rose to the challenges laid out before them, but the talk of the show: N*FW World Champion! IWGP Heavyweight Champion! Scott Leroux versus Kazuchika Okada! Jim, we saw these two men reach a sixty minute draw! The internet is BUZZING over that match! 10 out of 10! Five stars! Six stars! You name it! But tonight, we are at the fallout show. It's our last event in Japan before we head back stateside, so let's see where it takes us!"

Reynolds: "IIIIKOUZEEEEEE!!!!"

Hanson: "...I'll give you that one, partner."

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Several Moments later in the arena, we hear Classical instrumental piece done by Mozart himself. It's shown to be the entrance music to none other than Clarence Fletcher Townsend and Victoria Emmerson. About halfway down the entrance ramp, Clarence has a microphone... "Shut it off... NOW!!! Whoever's in charge of this company better fix this travesty that has happened!! My briefcase is gone. I want it back or I'm on strike as of right now." We see Clerance sitting down in a steel chair inside the ring and Victoria is standing beside him with her hand on his shoulder. As he awaits on someone to come out the scene cuts to the titantron....

Hanson: "Well, I kinda don't blame Clarence Townsend for being a little upset."

Reynolds: "A little upset? The man's rightfully pissed off! He had his personal property stolen from him! He had one million dollars stolen! Oh and Nicky?'

Hanson: "Yeah?"

Reynolds: "It's Clarence FLETCHER Townsend. Get the man's name right."

Hanson: "Oh for the love of...nevermind. Anyways folks, I guess Clarence...Fletcher Townsend...is gonna sit here in the ring until his demands are met. What exactly does he want done? He's scheduled to issue another of his open challenges but---"

The Osaka crowd pops as the familiar sound of a biwa fills the arena. The blank tron screen fills with the tron video for CHAOS member, Toru Yano as the camera pans back form the screen.

Hanson: "Well, speak of the devil...."

Reynolds: "Yeah, speaking of which, it's the idiot that stole the briefcase!"

As the biwa fades out and is replaced by the guitar intro to "Intoxication", Toru Yano finally appears from behind the camera. A big, cheeky smile on his face as he raises up...not one of his DVDs...but the BRIEFCASE in question.

Reynolds: "That's not yours, you son of a bitch!"

Hanson: "Jim, calm down. Don't you find it a little convenient?"

Reynolds: "What?"

Hanson: "Well...Townsend said he was gonna sit in the ring and hold up the show until something was done. Here's Yano with the briefcase."

Reynolds: "So?!"

Hanson: "Maybe he's gonna give it back."

Reynolds: "...Do you seriously think...? Jesus, Nicky."

Toru Yano makes his way down to the ring, cautiously -- rather in a taunting manner -- watching Clarence and Victoria as he ascends the steps, stopping to wave at them with his free hand, before raising and pointing to the brief case with a smile on his face. Clarence points at him and can be seen mouthing 'that belongs to me!' Once Yano is in the ring and his music has stopped, the man looks around the ring at the fans, who watch in anticipation. Yano raises the briefcase and points at it to the crowd. He then points to Clarence and Victoria. The Osaka crowd jeers, clearly not wanting him to hand it over.

Reynolds: "Yes! Fuck these people! Give it back to him! You want it?! You have to beat him in a match!"

Almost as if Yano can hear him, the man takes the briefcase in both hands...and extends it out to Clarence. Smiling and nodding.

Hanson: "See?"

Reynolds: "Wait a minute. He's giving in too easy. What the hell did he do to that thing?"

Hanson: "What are you talking about?"

Reynolds: "The last time he handed something to Clarence Fletcher Townsend, he took a cheap shot and threw powder in his face!"

"For you!" Yano says loud enough for even the audience to hear him as he insists Townsend take his briefcase back. "Apologies!"

Hanson: "See? He's sorry. Yano likes to play around."

"Please take!" Yano urges. "For you!" Townsend still doesn't accept the briefcase and Yano finally steps forward and sets it on the mat, stepping back from it. He gestures to the briefcase and offers a quick bow to Townsend and Victoria. After a moment, Townsend cautiously moves and picks the briefcase up. For a long moment, he looks at the outside, examining it, and narrowing his eyes suspisciously at Yano, who now stands in the corner, watching. Every time Townsend looks at him, Yano simply nods. "For you!" Townsend shakes his head and can be seen mouthing, 'I swear to god....' as he unlatches the briefcase and slowly opens it. To his surprise, the briefcase is full of crisp stacks of money. A satisfied smile forms on his face as he nods to Yano. Yano gives a silent 'see?' look before raising his hands and clapping.

Reynolds: "Holy crap, he actually gave it back! I was expecting a snake or something to jump out at him!"

Hanson: "Oh come on."

As Townsend reaches into the briefcase to pull a stack of bills out -- Victoria at his side, looking inside the case as well -- they're both SPRAYED in the face with bright blue ink as an ink bomb explodes from inside the briefcase. The crowd roars with laughter.

Hanson: *laughing* "OHHHHHH NOOOOOOO!!!"

Reynolds: "That's not funny, Nicky!"

In the ring, Yano cackles hysterically, pointing at the two and holding his stomach. A brief cut to the New Japan announce team shows even them, laughing hard.

Reynolds: "He still owes Townsend one million dollars! American!"

Hanson: "Whoa! Wait a minute!"

The laughter subsides as Clarence Fletcher Townsend suddenly throws the briefcase down and rushes Yano in the corner, savagely attacking him with angry strikes and blows.

Hanson: "Oh come on! It was a joke!"

Reynolds: "Fuck that! He just ruined Townsend's suit! And look at Victoria! Look at her dress!"

The beating on Yano continues until the Sublime Master Thief, surprisingly, actually starts to fight back. Countering an attempt at a kick, Yano grabs Townsend around the waist and flings him with an overhead belly to belly suplex.

Hanson: "WHOA!!"

Reynolds: "Where did that come from?!"

Hanson: "Out of nowhere!"

Reynolds: "I didn't know he could do that! Did you know he could do that?!"

While Yano stands, focused on Townsend, Victoria daintily rushes in from behind and nails Yano with a kick straight between the legs. He drops down to his knees in pain as Townsend gets back to his feet and stands over him. Finally, he grabs Yano around the neck from behind, setting him up for the Bad Trade.

Hanson: "Oh no, here it comes!"

Reynolds: "YES!! DO IT!!!"

Before Townsend can execute the move, however, Victoria begins frantically tapping his shoulder as the crowd gives a loud pop. Townsend takes one look towards the ramp before releasing Yano and making a break with Victoria for the outside.

Hanson: "Here comes CHAOS!!!! Ishii!! Jado!! Ospreay!!"

Reynolds: "What the hell are they doing out here?!"

Hanson: "Hey, you mess with one member, you mess with them all!!"

As the three other members help Yano to his feet, Clarence and Victoria make an angry retreat up the ramp.

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*The camera shifts to one of the halls in the back and we see Connor doing some impressive looking pullups using some of the rigging and scaffolding nearby. As he finishes his last set, the cameraman approaches him as he wipes himself off and loosens up.*


"Connor? Your outings these last few weeks have been impressive. But over the past couple of weeks, you've had to deal with two recent newcomers to NFW in the form of Shingo Takagi and T-Hawk. Last week, you faced off against Shingo Takagi and tonight, you get his partner T-Hawk. How are you preparing for what could be a two-on-one situation?" the cameraman asks.


*Connor stops and looks down for a moment to collect his thoughts, before looking up again.*


"You know? I must be doing something right. For the past two weeks, I've been the target of Shingo and T-Hawk. I don't know why and quite frankly, I don't really care now. I'm a man onto myself here. And I know I'm going in there outnumbered 2-on-1 again. But all I need to do is breakthrough and take one of them down. And then we'll see who is handicapped here. T-Hawk? You come out here tonight and you bring your boyfriend with you. The only thing you've done is raise my focus to shut you both down. Tonight? You're ass is mine. And Shingo, if you want to stick your nose back in with that weird ass haircut of yours, I'll get your ass too," Connor says with an unusual focus in his tone.


"Are we done here? Good," Connor says as he walks away from the cameraman and even gets a high five from one of the agents standing nearby.

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The N*FW Television Championship match resulted in Belphegor winning, technically, by disqualification. While he spent the length of the match, literally throwing Yoshi-Hashi around like a ragdoll and absolutely manhandling him, the match was interrupted by the lighting dimming down and the sudden sound of Ghost's "Faith" filling the arena.

Reynolds: "Fuck me! I'm out of here!"

Hanson: "What?! Wait, where are you---"

We hear Reynolds removing his headset and leaving the table as Doomsday appears through the curtain, wasting no time in making his way down to the ring.

Hanson: "Well, ladies and gentlemen. My broadcast partner just ran off like a dog with his tail tucked between his legs. I guess I have to call this by myself. Doomsday is on his way to the ring. I'm beginning to wonder if tonight is even gonna see a full match. Whoa! And here we go!"

Stepping over the top rope, Doomsday wastes no time, still. Shoving Yoshi-Hashi out of the way like a child, he rushes right into an exchange of blows with Belphegor. As Yoshi-Hashi makes a wise retreat, deciding not to get involved. Doomsday and Belphegor come to a standoff in the ring with each other with Doomsday beckoning for Belphegor to make a move. We can see his jaw moving under his mask, suggesting words even though we can't hear him.

Hanson: "Doomsday's goading Belphegor. It looks like he wants him to take a shot!"

In return, Belphegor's body language suggests he's down for the challenge. He cocks back a massive hand and strikes Doomsday right in the face!! Doomsday takes a half step back...and flips his hair out of his mask and eyes, getting right back in Belphegor's face. Now it's Belphegor who's motioning for Doomsday to hit him.

Hanson: "My god, it's like Clash of the Titans! They just want the other to hit them!"

Doomsday nods, grabbing Belphegor by the back of the head and brings an elbow in to the side of his head. Belphegor's head snaps to the side, but he steps right back up in Doomsday's face, spreads his arms and roars. Nodding, Doomsday grabs his own t-shirt with one hand and tears it off like tissue paper, exposing his chest and slaps himself with one hand before spreading his arms out. Now, we can hear him. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, BOY?!?!!?"

In exchange, Belphegor cocks back and lands a chest chop that sends a *SLAP* throughout the crowd.

Hanson: "Myyyy GOD!!!! Tell me I'm not the only one who heard that!! And neither of them are showing any signs of backing down!! Oh wait a minute, now...."

As the two monsters got back into each other's face, the rest of the Circle of Snakes appeared from various points in the crowd. Abaddon, Chris Wolfe and Tyler Grey all climbing onto the apron while Apocalypta stood on the outside.

Hanson: "It's the Circle of Snakes. The numbers are in Belphegor's favor now!"

Finally, Doomsday began to back up and raise his fists, getting ready for the inevitable attack as the rest of the Circle slowly entered the ring like a pack of wolves slowly preparing to pounce. Just as Abaddon looked as if he was about to give the command, the crowd made another commotion.

Hanson: "Here comes the Dominion! Buzzsaw! Crimson Sabre! Lasher!"

Mirroring the Circle, the three other members of the Dominion quickly entered the ring as LeeAnn Viskan stood outside and watched them flank Doomsday. It was a standoff that lasted for a long moment with the leaders staring each other down while their monsters and tag units did the same. Finally, after staring hard at Abaddon with a look of murder in his eyes, Judas Lasher's expression slowly broke into that wicked smile of his. It was here that Abaddon's cold demeanor seemed to falter and he called for the Circle of Snakes to back away. As he exited the ring, Belphegor and the tag team of Grey and Wolfe looked a little taken aback as Abaddon called for them to follow him. After a moment, the rest of the Circle joined their leader in retreating towards the back as LeeAnn Viskan joined the Dominion in the ring while "Year Zero" played over the speakers.

Hanson: "Folks, this whole thing between these two factions is boiling up quick and nothing is gonna be able to contain them when they finally erupt!"

At the entrance curtain, Apocalypta paused, looking back over her shoulder at the Dominion of Pain before Abaddon yelled at her to continue following.

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"..so, I look at it like this, guy, I'm just doing what I gotta do. If they put one of yours in the hospital, put one of theirs in the morgue, eh?"

*Rick Dickulous is sitting on a bench, curling large dumbells. He wears a white tank top with a red maple leaf in the centre, the letters GWN in black layered over the leaf*

"You gotta know where I'm comin' from, Scotty..."

"Rick. I get you 100%. I do." Scott Leroux replied, taping up his wrists before putting him MMA-style gloves on. "All I'm saying is, their entire gimmick is full of horseshit. MAX GODDAMN LEBRUN bitching about veterans overshadowing him and not giving him a chance? Seriously? Bro. I took that kid under my wing. Made him a high-profile member of Team Canada. Made him a star when otherwise he'd have been stuck in mid-card hell. Dude's got NOTHING to bitch about. If he didn't make it, it's in SPITE of my help, not because he didn't get it."

*Rick switches arms and begins a new set of curls*

"Say, buddy, does he use 'wanna know how I got these scars' as a pickup line at the bar? I figure you'd know, being around him all the time...or does he prefer the...uhh...MEN of the evening? I don't wanna offend anyone, eh?"

"Don't take him lightly, Rick." Leroux reminded him, clearly worried about the man's ability to remain serious. "Regardless of how full of shit he is, remember: I trained him myself."

*Rick shoots a cheesy grin*

"Yeah, but I mean, I don't go around asking the ladies if they wanna stroke my wood - and that fits with my gimmick, guy!"

*Rick keeps pumping, appearing to be deep in thought for a moment. He nods and points at Leroux*

"I think I'm gonna try that and see how well it works...maybe I'll find someone who'll appreciate my log, if ya know what I'm sayin', friend?"

"..........you do that, man. You.... yeah. You do that." Leroux sighed, clearly giving up on trying to get this man to focus on anything important. "Now... me? I'm waiting to see who my next title defense is gonna be against. Best part of being the king, you know? Watching everyone scrambling, trying to earn a shot at you."

*Rick sets the dumbell down*

"I get you, guy. I mean, I guess I do. I don't see it like that with the people after the Silver Mountain Championship...I definitely do with the World Title. One day I'll know how it feels, too, eh?"

*Rick cracks his knuckles*

"I mean, the Renegades are definitely ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag...but right now I've got other things on my mind, guy. I've been on edge since my last title match...Mary Jane ain't cutting it..."

*Rick starts slowly punching and blocking the air*

"I got a question. Is respect given, or is it earned, guy? Like, do you believe giving respect to your elders is a given, even if they're being giant douche canoes?"

"Well...." Leroux thought, trying to play the part of mentor here as he knew he and Willy both needed to start doing. "I think it's a careful combination. You should always respect what the veterans have brought to the sport, and how they paved the road for you. But there's a difference between respecting a veteran for what he's done, and being respectful when they haven't earned it. Why do you ask?"

"You ever watch Pacific Rim? Them big ass robots givine'r against them Godzilla lookin' Kaiju motherfuckers?"

*Rick shoots a comically inquisitive look at Leroux*

"..look, you know what to do, dummy."

*William Mannheim and Pitt enter the shot from the right, behind Rick. Mannheim nods at Scott*

"We're gonna go do a thing. Just a heads up - we've got some beef to settle, and you guys might wanna be on call....I have the feeling this is gonna set off some fireworks."

*Pitt nods*

"I'm a not annoying vegan, so I won't tell you about it every 15 *beep*ing seconds, but I was promised tofu as a beef substitute."

*Mannheim looks at Pitt like he's genuinely lost his mind*

"Shut up, and let's go...Jesus fucking Christ..."

*They exit to the left, behind Leroux*

Leroux just watched them go, before looking back at Rick. "Hard to believe that idiot is so goddamn dangerous, you know?"

"Who do you think taught me the Krav Maga? I got my stamina, pain tolerance, and dashing good looks from Willy, eh?"

*Rick shoots a smile at Scott before getting serious*

"So, Pacific Rim, buddy?"

*Rick points at Scott*

"You should watch it, friend. You'll get it when I say we have a Kaiju on the loose, and someone needs to step up and be a Jaeger, eh? Words you never thought you'd hear if you're American: Canada to the rescue, guy! Sorry, not sorry!"

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T-Hawk defeated Connor K by countout when Shingo Takagi appeared at ringside, distracting Connor when it looked like he was finally gaining the upper hand. After the count reached ten and the bell rang, T-Hawk recovered and exited the ring, attacking Connor from behind. The two then commenced in another two on one attack, throwing Connor back inside the ring.

Hanson: "Oh come on! This is getting rediculous! What do they have against this man?!"

Reynolds: "Did I miss anything?"

Hanson: "Nice of you to join me, Jim."

Reynolds: "Oh sue me. I was worried about my own well being!"

Hanson: "Well, you haven't missed anything new! Once again, these men are beating the hell out of Connor K and for what?!"

Taking turns again, Shingo and T-Hawk begin to set up for their finishers. T-Hawk hitting the Night Ride on Connor before Shingo Takagi lifted him up for the Last Falconry.

Hanson: "For the love of god. Someone--"

Reynolds: "Nicky, what the hell?!"

Reynolds exclaimed as a man a mask suddenly hit the ring from backstage, sliding in under the bottom rope and taking the fight to Takagi and T-Hawk.

Hanson: "Wait a minute!!! Who's this?!?! I've never seen this guy before!!"

Whoever it was, began unleashing an array of high flying maneuvers, taking down both Shingo Takagi and T-Hawk with missile dropkicks and slingblade takedowns.

Hanson: "Who is this guy?!"

Reynolds: "He is FAST, Nicky!"

Hanson: "Ladies and gentlemen, we don't know who this guy is, but he's evidently come to the aid of Connor K! Thank god!"

Finally, while Shingo rolled out of the ring, the masked man countered an off the ropes attack from T-Hawk into a snap swinging leg hook, fireman's carry slam combo, sending him rolling out as well.

Hanson: "DOWN GOES T-HAWK!! He and Shingo are retreating!"

While T-Hawk held the back of his head and Shingo pointed and yelled at their attacker, the masked man and Connor K stood side by side, goading them to come on back. After they left behind the curtain, Connor K turned to his sudden aid as the masked man pointed to Connor and then himself before making his own retreat.

Reynolds: "Well! It looks like the sides just got even, Nicky!"

Hanson: "Yes, indeed, Jim! Connor's not alone in this fight anymore! He's got...I don't know! The man's got a speeding bullet in his corner!"

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"Yo. Steele. We need to talk.." Tyson Law stood outside of the locker room, arms crossed over his chest. He hadn't yet changed into his wrestling gear, and was wearing jeans, combat boots, and a Renegades tee. But this wasn't the cocky, shit-talking Tyson we've been seeing as of late. He was calm, with a more concerned, determined look on his face. "Seriously. No tricks, no sneak attacks... I just wanna chat for a minute."

Finally coming to the door, Ryan looked around to make sure that there was nobody around, to prevent any of the Renegades attacking. After a couple of moments Ryan answers "Yes, we do...... I want a rematch..... only this time no shenanigans whatsoever.....What do you say?"

"That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about." Tyson said, smirking slightly. "You should understand what the Renegades are all about more than anyone. Look at you, man... you're talented. You got a great look. But why aren't you in big matches? Because all the main events are clogged up with these old bastards that don't know how to quit."

Ryan looked at him, kind of surprised by his response. "Yeah, but... if i take you out of the equation... that will propel me to new heights in this company... But your buddies stopped that last time... What are you gonna do about it?" Ryan asked.

"I'm not gonna do a damn thing about it." Tyson replied, shaking his head. "Only YOU can do something about it. You can realize who's REALLY holding you back around here... and when you do? That's when you'll be ready to become a Renegade."

"Wait..... what? The camera caught Ryan with a bit of a stunned, confused look on his face.."What are you talking about?" Ryan asked.

"I'm telling you that instead of fighting us.... you should be WITH us." Tyson told him, before turning to walk away. After taking a few steps... he stopped, partially turning around again to briefly look at Steele. "There's strength in numbers, Ryan. So you need to decide how strong you really wanna be."

"You really want me in your group?" Ryan asked, still somewhat confused

"Not like this, no. But I can see it. Inside? There's a guy just as pissed off as we are. A guy who will do any-fucking-thing it takes to get ahead in this business." He took out a business card with his information on it, and the Renegades logo, and handed it to Steele. "If you ever decide THAT guy wants to come out and play? Hit me up."

"Listen man, I'm kinda shocked and surprised with a little confusion because I've never really been accepted by a group, let alone society... but yea ill think about it" Ryan said, taking the card and looking at it.

"You do that." He began to walk away again, this time adding one final comment. "You think about who's gonna hold you back.... and who could help you reach limitless heights."

Ryan looked at the card again, shaking his head in agreement with his thoughts as the scene closed.

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After a thrilling match, Shelley Silver defeated Mia Hayashi despite a valiant effort, at 18:09 after hitting a leaping, top rope powerbomb.

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The shot opens on a man’s hand having fighter’s tape applied to it by, clearly, the smaller hands of a woman. As we pan back, we’re in the locker room for the McKeesport Mafia where Morgan Payne is the one taping up her father’s hand as he sits calmly, letting her do so. Ironically, it’s Andrew Payne who asks his daughter, who’s in an entirely different match than him for the night.

“You ready, kiddo?” Andy says as his daughter works. Both of them are already in their ring gear, with the two (almost adorably) wearing the same t-shirts, albeit Morgan’s is ‘modified’ with the sleeves and midriff area removed.

“Been ready, pops. I’m gonna chew Candi up and spit her sour ass out like the little sour patch bitch she is.” Morgan says with a strange hilarious look of focus on her face, despite the horrible pun towards one half of the tag team her and her own partner for the night are up against.

Andrew just looks at her with an almost pained expression on his face. Sometimes his daughter said shit so off the wall it gave him a headache.

Morgan cracks her gum and pauses as she looks at her father. “What that was funny! Yo! Uncle B!” Morgan calls off as she looks up and over her shoulder at her tag partner, clearly asking for backup on the subject. “That was funny, right?”

Big Daddy Payne just sat there, blank expression on his face, as he watched the two. "Morgan.... I'm not saying you aren't funny but.... I'm just saying you shouldn't go quitting your day job, mmkay?" Pulling an old, sleeveless Dio shirt on over his wrestling gear, BDP turned to Shelton Benjamin, who sat a few feet away. "B-Money... you sure you're up for babysitting duty tonight?" He asked, with a clear tone of playfulness.

"Yeah... I got her. I think we'll make a good team, to be honest. Morgan's wild as hell, but damn good in that ring." Shelton said with a nod, lacing his boots as they spoke.

“Hey!” Morgan pipes up as she tears the tape and finishes fastening it to her dad’s wrist and stands to her feet. “Who you sayin’ needs a babysitter?” She attempts to bowl up to her BDP but the height difference makes it too hilarious to take seriously.

“Morgan...calm down.” Her dad remarks. Andy Payne rising from his seat and starting to apply his black and yellow MMA style gloves. “You and Shelton both have to focus. This isn’t a friendly match you’re going into. These assholes are out to hurt anybody not with them. Now, you follow his lead, do what he says. I know you can handle yourself alone but you need to watch his back, too.”

Morgan rolls her eyes. “Jeeeez, yins act like I’ve never been in a tag match before!”

“You’ve never been in a mixed tag match before.” Andy affirms. “You and Marissa have some of the greatest tag chemistry her dad and I have ever seen but you’re working with Shelton, tonight. I want you to listen to him, keep your head in the game and anything he has to offer, you take it.”

Morgan grimaces. “I know he’s like my uncle and all, Pops but not like creepy kind of uncle. Besides, if I want *that* all I gotta do is hit up my Ry-guy and—“

With a look that makes it seem as if Andy’s going to vomit and have his head explode at the same time, the big man palms his daughter’s mouth (think Han and C3PO in Empire). Andy shakes his head. “Shel...you got anything for her?” With her mouth covered, Morgan turns to Shelton to listen.

Shelton just raised an eyebrow, and visibly tried not to laugh. "Andy.... bro, that is SO your daughter it's not even funny. Don't worry. I think we're gonna be a good team. I got her back, and I know she's got mine."

BDP nodded, before reaching over to ruffle Morgan's hair. "Meantime, you guys just stay focused in there. If anyone tries anything? Me and your dad'll be out there in seconds to make 'em wish they hadn't."

“Oh, I’m focused. Believe it!” Morgan chirps, hopping on the balls of her feet and bumps fists with Shelton. “Uncle B takes care of the Canadian Two-Face, and I give that arrogant bitch of his a lesson in how to get that ass whupped!” She stops when she notices her father looking at her, confused. “What now?”

“Canadian Two-Face?” Andy questions.

“Yeah. You know....” Morgan blinks. “‘Cause he’s got the whole....” she uses a finger to trace a circle around the part of her face where Max bares his burn scars, “...goin’ on, yeah?”

“Jesus, Morgan....” Andy buries his face in one hand.

“That’s what Ryan says!” She perks up humorously.

“Oh, goddamn it!” Andy throws his towel down and comically storms off screen.

Morgan watches him go, showing a little sudden concern for her old man. “...Love ya, Pops! Hey, yins be ready for your match, too! Whoever your facing!” She frowns up at BDP. “Jeez, it’s like I said something to upset the guy. Ah well, fuck it! Let’s do this B! NON FACCIAMO—“ She raises her fist for another bump.

BDP just stared at her for a moment, clearly trying not to burst out laughing, before connecting fists with her. "ALTRO VINTO!" he added, before, alas, starting to laugh. "You're fuckin' nuts, girl. I love it."

Morgan laughed and hugged BDP’s neck. “Hah! Speakin’ o’nuts, that just reminded me—“

“MORGAN!” Andy shouts from offscreen.

The girl jumps like she just got busted doing something. “I better go! C’mon, Uncle Money!” She pats Shelton on the chest and jets out of the locker room.

Shelton stood, an almost pained expression on his face as he mouthed the words "Uncle Money?", before finally following the girl off-screen.

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As was anticipated, Shelton Benjamin and Morgan Payne went to all out war with Max LeBrun and Candi Broduer. In what was Max's first full length match since returning to N*FW, fans who were familiar with his early days would see a massive improvement in his striking and technical skills. The training priorly mentioned by Scott Leroux, showing as Max and Shelton tied up and began dishing out grapple attempts only for the other to expertly counter out of it until they came to a stand still with the crowd applauding their ability. When it looked like Shelton was trying to stop Max and actually commend his skill, questioning his motives, was when Max turned to his striking arsenal with a cheap shot to the ribs, turning what looked to be a friendly exhibition, at first, into a match between rival sides.

There was definitely no love loss between Candi Broduer and Morgan Payne as the two put on their own display of wrestling prowess; Morgan giving a small peak at what actual wrestling she knew, rather than brawling, when Candi began going for technical holds and submissions.

After an impressive, ten minute display, it was Max LeBrun and Shelton Benjamin in the ring when WIlliam Mannheim and Pitt of the Great White North came running down to the ring.

Hanson: "Whoa, wait! Here come Mannheim and Pitt! What the hell are they doing?!"

As the two big men entered the ring, they completely ignored Shelton Benjamin and went straight for Max LeBrun, cornering the leader of the Renegades with a beatdown as the bell rang for the disqualification.

Reynolds: "What the hell are those two old cooks doing out here?! Ya see what Max is talking about?!"

Hanson: "I don't know about that, but I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed. This was turning out to be a great match!"

Reynolds: "Just two old geezers, hogging the spotlight from the younger talent! They don't want Max to make a name for himself!"

Hanson: "He's already made a name for himself! He's kinda a dick! And he's about to get planted!"

As Mannheim climbed onto the turnbuckle, Pitt lifted Max for the Trip To Hell with Morgan and Shelton just standing outside of the ring and looking on at a loss of what to really do.

Reynolds: "Put him down you bastards!"

Hanson: "Well, if they're gonna send him on his trip, they better do it quick! Here come the Renegades!"

Sure enough, Julian Morrison and Tyson Law hit the ring from backstage, with Morrison delivering a chop block to Pitt's leg to make him drop Max while Tyson delivered a springboard enziguri to Mannheim on the turnbuckle.

Reynolds: "There you go!"

As Max recovered and got back to his feet, Julian and Tyson began stomping and beating on Pitt while Mannheim laid rocked outside the ring.

"GET HIM UP!!" Max yelled. "PICK HIM THE FUCK UP!!"

With some effort, Tyson Law and Julian Morrison lifted Pitt up onto his knees for Max LeBrun to deliver a loud superkick to the face, sending him to the mat.

Hanson: "OUCH!! Down goes Pitt!"

Reynolds: "Serves both of them right!"

As Pitt laid out on the mat, Max turned to Candi and pointed towards the time table.

"Candi! Gimme a chair!" He could be heard yelling.

Hanson: "Aw no...."

Reynolds: "OHH YEEEAAAAH!!!"

As Max picked up the chair, he came to stand over where Pitt's head was, looking with a thoughtful smirk from Pitt to the chair in his hand.

Reynolds: "Good god, he hits him from there, he's gonna knock the man even dumber than he already is!"

Max raised the chair over his head.

Hanson: "No, damn it! NO!"

Before Max could bring the chair down, however, the crowd erupted into a pop as the rest of GWN hit the ring. Rick Dickulous, Scott Leroux, El Piso Mojado and Kennedy Campbell all rushing the scene and immediately taking the fight to the Renegades with Kennedy instantly going for Candi, Rick breaking off with Julian Morrison, Piso with Tyson Law and Scott Leroux engaging in a vicious storm of shots with Max LeBrun.

Hanson: "HERE WE GO, JIM!! IT'S ON!!"

Reynolds: "HOLY CRAP, NICKY!! THIS IS SERIOUS!"

The three on three brawl continued until referees and security came pouring out of the locker room to break the two teams apart. When Pitt and Mannheim recovered, they joined the rest of the Great White North as the two groups were pulled to opposite sides of the arena. Both sides members taunting and yelling across at each other.

Hanson: "This looks like it, Jim. The battle lines have been drawn! N*FW has turned Osaka-Jo Hall into a war zone! The Renegades took the first shot at the veterans of this company! Well, the Great White North just returned fire!"

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Cutting from the scene at ringside, we see Nico Salvatore standing in a back lounge room. As per usual, when he’s not in his gear, he’s dressed in mint condition clothing. Tonight, it’s black slacks and a dark red silk shirt with the elbows rolled and cuffed below his elbows. Let’s not forget the expensive gold chain and rolex.

Nico watches the chaos between GWN and the Renegades being broken up with his arms folded and a cold look of murder in his eyes.

"Patience, son." With almost no warning, Judas Lasher was suddenly behind Nico, in his usual black and red suit/tie combo. Gray dreadlocks falling about his shoulders as an eerily pleasant smile parted his lips. "These children have no idea what you're capable of. But they will. You have destruction and devastation in your blood. And when it's unleashed upon them.... they will rue the day they targeted you."

Nico turns around to face Judas; a man he’s known since his preteen years and had come to look up to as an idol and role model in the business. His expression, now, however makes it hard to realize that these two are on...relatively...good terms.

“I’m not waiting any longer than I have to.” Nico says with a cold, calculated tone that’s a slight cry from his usual, cocky trash talk. “But you’re right. They don’t know what I’m capable of. No one does, really. But even if I have to take the three of them on alone, they’re gonna get a rude ass awakening.”

Judas sighed, nodding to himself. He could see a lot of his younger self in Nico, which concerned him a bit. "Do not allow your anger and pride to force your hand, son. The numbers game is one that you will not win. Take your time. Carefully choose allies. See to it that when you exact your vengeance... NOBODY will be able to stop you."

Nico reaches up to scratch his goatee. “Allies....” He chuckles, with a bit of a scoff added in. “In case you ain’t noticed...I’m not exactly the type to go around here making friends. Now, don’t get me wrong...” He says, raising a hand to say his piece. “I respect you as an icon. I learned a lot from you, I learned a lot from Viskan...but the Dominion? That’s yous’ guys’ ballpark. Your scene. Not mine. ‘Sides, if I’m not mistaken, you and your...’crew’ have other shit of your own to handle.”

"Always so quick to assume..." Lasher said, more to himself than to Nico. "If I were offering you a spot in the Dominion... you would know it. No, Nico... I've known for years that the Dominion was not your destiny. You have a quality to you that not even your father has. You have limitless potential. But nobody, NOBODY, makes it in this business completely alone. Remember that, son."

Nico goes silent in thought for a moment, before nodding. “Limitless potential...I have to hand that one to ya.” He says, looking up from the floor to Judas again. “I do have no limits. And that’s one thing this company, those f’nucs there...” he points to the screen, even though the Renegades are no longer being shown, “and alllll these motherfuckers who buy tickets are gonna realize, sooner or later. Because when I’m done with Max LeBrun and his pukes? Scott Leroux’s holding onto something that would look a hell of a lot better on me than it does him.”

Judas opened his mouth to speak.... only to be cut off by the shouting voice of Lara Blackheart came ringing out. "YO, JUDAS! Someone just took a huge satanic crap in our toilet and clogged the thing... not trying to accuse anyone but I'm just gonna say I saw Doomsday looking suspiciously embar- oh, hey there hot-stuff." Lara said to Nico with a little wave. "Sorry dude. Didn't realize you and Senor Satan here were conversin'."

Nico looks passed Judas as Lara comes walking into frame. Her half-told remark about the toilet earning a grimace from him before he straightens his demeanor and actually gives Lara a quick once over with a small smirk. “Call it a pep talk with a mentor. What’s your cute little ass up to?”

While normally, someone being so glib around Judas would anger him.... he actually couldn't help but smile fondly when Lara had her outburst, clearly being reminded of his old friend. Lara gave an indignant little huff, placing a hand on her hip. "Bitch, ain't NOTHIN' little about this. I got some ASS goin' on." She stated before giving an infectious grin. "Anyhoo... not much. Just been enjoying our trip to this fine, fine country. And realizing I just might have a fetish for Asian women."

Nico raised his eyebrows at Lara’s blunt remark. He was probably getting nowhere with this one. Not tonight, anyway. He looked back to Judas. “Looks like you’ve got ya hands full with this one.” He smirked, nodding at Lara. “I’d better leave you to your...’devices’. Thanks for the talk, old man.” Nico says, giving a friendly pat to Judas’ arm. “If you ever get a hankering for Italian,” he aimed his next remark towards Lara, “you know where to look.”

Lara gave Nico a big grin, flashing a thumbs-up before scurrying away. "What can I say... she reminds me so much of her father..." Judas admitted, a rare moment of emotion from the sadistic veteran. "And yes. Do what you must. Just remember... if you need us, we are here"

Nico nodded again. “Will do.” He remarked. “Hey....” He speaks up after a moment. “...Say hi to the old man, for me.” He adds before turning back to watch the current events at ringside on the screen once Lara and Judas have both left. This time, however, the look on his face changes to one of contemplation and consideration. The man is clearly thinking of something.

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Lara Blackheart defeated Angel in 15:18 after hitting her from the top rope with The Shocker. After the match, Angel slid out from the ring while Eido Tanaka, furious after yet another loss finally blew up on her and began reprimanding her at ringside. As the cameras got closer, they were able to pick up some of the conversation, albeit it being in Japanese.

"Anata wa watashi o komara seru!" Tanaka yelled furiously as Angel held her ribs and tried to catch her breath. "Kore wa anata no furusatodesu! Kanojo wa chōdo anata jishin no hitobito no mae de anata o kutsujoku sa seta!" He paused a moment as Angel, surprisingly looking ashamed to have her mentor so furious at her, remained silent, not meeting his gaze. Finally, Tanak uttered some final words. "Watashi wa anata to issho ni owatta! Me no mae kara usero!" And with that, he turned and stormed off without her, leaving Angel to look on with sudden shock on her face as Eido Tanaka retreated up the ramp and through the curtain. Those in the front row, close enough to hear, looked about as stunned as Angel did as the woman finally began making her way to the back, stopping at the stage to give one final look at the ring before lowering her head in apparent shame...and stepping through the curtain....

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The camera fades in on a TV and PS4 setup with a Tekken 7 match playing out on the screen. King and Josie Risal battle it out in a heated back and forth match, worthy of a high end gaming tournament.


As we pan back, we start hearing the voices of the actual players.


“Don’t try to come at me with that weak ass combo! I’ll mop that ass across this dojo!” Says a male voice.


“Pffffshhhh!! As if! Your dude’s slow as shit. Come on and get these kicks!” Says a female voice.


Panning back more, we see the backs of Erin Mercer and Vincent Stone with the controllers. Erin is wearing street clothes with a bandage taped to her forehead, sporting a dark shiner and a bruise on her cheek.


Vincent Stone is dressed in his ring gear - his *old* pre-Decay ring gear with a black t-shirt bearing the words “HANDS OF STONE” on the back and a backwards Hatebreed cap.


“Fuck you! Come get these hands, biaaaaaatch!! Better yet, come get this—“


In front of them, on the screen, we see King’s special DLC rage art cinematic cue up as he strikes the Okada pose.


“RRRAAAAAAAAINMAAAAAAKEEEEEEER!!!!!” Stone howls comically as he mimics the pose in his chair as we watch King completely LEVEL Josie Risal.


“Ohhhhhhhhh you DICK!!!!” Erin jeers but laughs afterwards. “Good shit, good shit.” They pound fists and get up from their chairs. “Alright!” Erin says, as she grabs a sparring pad and folds her arms into it. “Let’s run some drills, bud! Ready?”


Stone exhales heavily and begins hopping on the balls of his feet. “Yeah, let’s go!” He strikes his ready stance.


“Alright. One-two, GO!” Erin calls out.


Stone strikes the bag with a quick chop and an elbow.


“Good! Again! One-two!”


Stone repeats the combo on the pad.


“One-two!”


He strikes again.


“One-two-three!”


He strikes with a chop, elbow and a spinning back elbow.


“Good!” Erin exclaims. “One-three!”


Stone strikes with a chop and the spinning elbow.


“Two-four!” Erin calls.


Stone hits with his first elbow and brings his other elbow down for a hard follow up. Erin winces, barely noticeable as the impact on the pads causes her to sway.


“Good! Now, combo!”


Stone unloads on the pad with a series of chops, the elbow, spinning back elbow, and the double elbow he just used.


“Knee!” Erin calls out right as he lands the last elbow. Stone jumps and drives his knee into the pad, sending Erin back and to one knee with a pained groan. She drops the bag and holds one arm.


“Erin!” Stone exclaims and kneels beside her. “You okay?”


She nods. “Yeah, just...still sore.” Stone helps her up and has her sit in her gaming chair again as he sits next to her. “I’m glad you’re back.” She says with a smile. “But you know it’s not just me you have to make up with. You screwed with a lot of people with your shenanigans.”


Stone sighs and nods. “I know. I plan on it. I had to practically beg Commissioner Brody to let me compete tonight. Swore to him that I would give it my all like I did when we first started.”


Erin nods. “Do you even know who you’re wrestling?”


Stone shakes his head. “Brody said he could tell my sincerity and that if I really wanted to prove my worth, he had something in mind that would test my limits.”


Erin gets a worried look on her face. “Awwww no. I hope this isn’t some kind of punishment for everything. What if he has you booked against...I don’t know...Warbeard Hanson...or Switchblade?!”


Stone frowns, comically as he looks at her. “Warbeard, I’d be a little worried. Jay White? I’d have a hay day with that one! The guy’s amazing!” A knock on the door is heard and they both turn their heads. Erin looks back to Stone. “I guess you’re about to find out.” She raises a hand. Stone clasps it. They share a hug. “Go give them hell, Vin. Show Osaka-Jo what everyone wants to see from Vincent Stone.”


“Thanks, E. I owe you a lot. You just name it.” He says.


Erin sits back and smiles. “Well! In that case, this is our night in Japan and we’re in Osaka. I want authentic Japanese ramen!”


“We’ve been here two weeks and you haven’t hit up a ramen shop yet!” Stone looks at her like she’s committed a carnal sin.


“You can sue me later! Right now, you’ve got a match. Go!” Erin playfully shoves him towards the door. We finally see the front of Stone’s new shirt: “It’s A Stone Thing. You Wouldn’t Understand” with a fist behind it. He rolls his neck and shoulders, exhaling. “Alright, here we go.... Show time!” He says, walking off camera and out of the locker room. The camera pans in on Erin Mercer as she smiles, thrilled that her old friend is truly back.

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As the fans prepared for the next match, most if not all were delighted to hear the old sound of Downstait's "Bad" kick on over the speakers. As the song kicked into full gear, Vincent Stone, clearly back to his original gimmick came bursting through the curtain and playing to the crowd like he used to.

Hanson: "Yeeeaaaaahhhh!!! There he is, Jim!"

Reynolds: "You know what, Nicky? It's good to have the real Vincent Stone back!"

Hanson: "You can say that again!"

Reynolds: "You know what, Nicky? It's good to have--"

Hanson: "I didn't mean literally, smartass."

High fiving fans on the way, Stone made his way down to the ring and entered, moving to the opposite corner and hopping up to strike his pose on the middle turnbuckle.

Reynolds: "Time to dust off those hands, pal!"

Hanson: "Right you are, Jim! I just have to wonder who Commissioner Brody has lined up as his opponent!"

Pulling off his beanie, t-shirt and beginning to perform warmup moves in his corner, his music fades and the arena goes silent until....

IKARI NO JYUSHIN erupts from the speakers!!

Hanson: "WOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!"

Reynolds: "NIIIIIIICE!!!!"

The crowd erupted into a deafening pop as the announcer raised the microphone. "Shōkai, kare no aite wa...JUUUUSHIIIIIIN THUNDEEEERRRRR LLLLLLIGGEEEEEEEER!!!!"

To thunderous cheers, New Japan Pro's own Jushin Thunder Liger stepped out from the curtain, making his usual entrance to the ring, pandering to the crowd and high fiving fans as well. A quick cut inside the ring showed Vincent Stone, crouching in the corner with a speechless...but excited smile on his face.

Reynolds: "Look at Stone! He's practically salivating at this opportunity!"

Hanson: "Jim, this is one of Vincent Stone's wrestling idols! He's always said how he has a dream list of who he would love to compete against. Jushin Liger is in the top five of that list! The top three, to be more precise!!"

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At the start of the bell, Vincent Stone and Jushin Liger circled the ring. Stone paused, breaking his stance long enough to extend a hand to the legend before him. With only a seconds of hesitation, not sure if the N*FW superstar was really "back", Liger eventually reached out and accepted the handshake. The crowd applauding as the two exchanged a genuine handshake with Liger nodding to the younger wrestler.

Hanson: "Respect, right there!"

When the two finally locked up and got under way, it was nothing short of a spectacle as legend and rising star engaged in a jaw dropping exchange of clean, technical wrestling. While Stone included a portion of his vicious striking, he only did so in a way that said he respected his opponent and knew he had to take it to the man if he wanted to be victorious. Despite the age difference, Liger, of course, proved to be no slouch in the ring, demonstrating why it was that he was still able to roll with the best of them. Why HE was still one of the best.

After 9:58, Vincent Stone, panting and drenched countered a running Shotei Palm Strike and scooped Liger up, not wasting time with his pre-move taunt and promptly delivered the FATALITY for the pinfall. After the match, Stone helped Liger to his feet, shaking his hand again and inaudibly but clearly giving him praise and thanking him for such an opportunity. Exchanging a hug between the two, Liger then raised Stone's arm himself and pointed to him, calling for the crowd to cheer for their winner.

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*As the crowd awaits who the two mystery men for the main event are, we suddenly hear "Real Bone Master" playing as we see TAKA Michinoku leading Zack Sabre Jr. to the ring, Sabre showing the fans that they're number one along the way. As they get to the ring, Sabre flips the collar up on his jacket as TAKA talks to the ring announcer really quick before taking the mic. TAKA looks around and gives a wry smirk as he surveys the crowd for a moment.*


"WELCOOME TO...ZAAAAC K SAAABRE TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!!! Osaka-Jo Hall!!! NFW Wrestling...GET REAAAAAADY FOR....WRESTLING CLINIC!!! NFW...you get...all Engrish TAKA tonight!!! NFW...YOU NO CAN HANDLE....THIS MAN!!!" TAKA says as he points at ZSJ, who nods and flips his collar on his jacket again before telling the fans they're number one again.


"HE IS....WRESTLING MACHINE, HE IS....SUBMISSION MASTER, HE IS...Z.S.J., HE ISSSSSSSSSSSSS...ZACK...SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABBBBAAAAAAHHH...JUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNIIAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!" TAKA proudly screams as he shows off his JUST TAP OUT shirt to the camera.


"MCD's POOOOOOOOOORRT MAFIA, COME ON...OVAAAAAAAAAAAHHH...HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERREEEE!!!" TAKA screams again as he hands the mic back to the ring announcer.*

Without any time wasted, Prophets Of Rage's "Unfuck The World" blasted on through the speakers as the McKeesport Mafia came walking out on stage and down the ramp. Both, BDP and Andrew Payne looking more annoyed than anything at Taka Michinoku's obnoxious yelling. The N*FW Tag Team Champions were only half way down the ramp, in the midst of discussing something before they seemed to agree on something. Suddenly, they broke into a run and hit the ring full force, attacking both Zack Sabre Jr and Taka. Unsure of what else to really do, the referee calling for the bell after Andrew Payne tossed Sabre out of the ring and followed him out to continue taking it to him. This left BDP and Taka as the legal men in the ring. Although....

Hanson: "Now wait a minute, is this match on?!"

Reynolds: "I...I don't know! It's obvious Zack Sabre Jr is one of the opponents but...Nicky, I don't think Taka's supposed to be in this match!"

Hanson: "Well, he is now!"

Inside the ring, BDP just completely unloaded on Taka with everything he had, striking and slamming him all around the ring while Andrew Payne dropped Sabre with Foot To The Throat before sliding into the ring again and picked Taka up. After giving the motion to his partner, Andrew Payne irish whipped Taka into the ropes, scooping him up for BDP to run up and together, the two hit the Aces High, before BDP covered Taka for the pinfall, effectively ending the match at around 0:52 seconds.

Hanson: "Wow...."

Reynolds: "Well, shit.... That was short and to the point. Wouldn't call it sweet for their opponents, though."

Hanson: "Jim, I'm not sure those even *were* their opponents. Sabre, yes. But Taka?"

As the two discussed the situation, they didn't notice the Osaka crowd getting louder and suddenly losing their minds at first as BDP and The Punisher, fist bumped one another as their music hit and went to retrieve their championship belts from the referee.

Reynolds: "Nicky, wait a minute. What the hell is the audience going crazy for----"

Hanson: "JIM, LOOK!!!! OVER THERE!!!!"

The camera cut over just in time to catch the Killer Elite Squad, Lance Archer and Davey Boy Smith Jr, rushing the ring from the crowd in street clothes but matching black t-shirts with kanji writing etched over the front.

Reynolds: "IT'S KES!!!! THEY'VE GOTTA BE UPSET AFTER WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE!!! NOW THEY'RE GONNA TAKE IT TO THE CHAMPS!!"

As both members of KES enter the ring, the McKeesport Mafia immediately break off with one of them and start trading blows. Not long after, however, Zack Sabre Jr and Taka Michinoku re-enter the ring and join in with KES on attacking the Mafia.

Hanson: "Aw, it's four on two now. This doesn't look good for the Mafia!"

However, even with the numbers against them, BDP and Andy seemed to be fairing rather well against their attackers. With The Punisher slouched in the corner, Smith attempted to irish whip Taka into an assisted corner attack but Andy came out and floored him with a vicious clothesline.

Hanson: "OHHHHH!!!! FADED LINE FROM ANDREW PAYNE!!!"

Payne and Smith began trading blows again as BDP fought his way out of his own corner, dishing out shots to both Archer and Sabre until Sabre dropped and BDP began unloading on Archer alone.

Reynolds: "What the hell is going on, Nicky?! Are KES, Sabre and Taka all in cohoots or something?!"

Hanson: "Ya got me!! I don't kn---WHAT THE HELL!!"

Just as the Mafia begin to start looking like they're in control again, the crowd looks on in shock as Shingo Takagi and T-Hawk come running to the ring and join in on the attack, turning it into a six on two beatdown.

Hanson: "SHINGO TAKAGI AND T-HAWK!!!! WHY THE HELL ARE THEY HERE?!?!"

Reynolds: "AND THEY'RE HELPING THESE GUYS ATTACK THE MAFIA!!"

In one corner, Shingo, T-Hawk and Sabre collectively begin stomping the hell out of Andrew Payne while KES and Taka beatdown on BDP in the middle of the ring.

Hanson: "This is chaos, Jim!!"

Reynolds: "I don't know what it is, Nicky but it's out of control! We need someone to stop this!!"

As if on cue, the crowd erupted into a fever pitch as the curtains parted again and CONNOR K and his masked friend from earlier came sprinting to the ring.

Hanson: "WAIT! HERE COME CONNOR AND THAT OTHER SUPERSTAR!! ARE THEY...."

Hanson trails off, not wanting to assume, until the masked superstar from before launches over the top rope in a springboard ascent and hits Zack Sabre Jr with a hurricanrana.

Hanson: "YEEESSSS!!!"

From behind, Connor K pulls Shingo Takagi back away from the corner and delivers a backdrop driver before he and the masked man begin taking it to the others assaulting the McKeesport Mafia. Again, Andrew Payne and BDP get to their feet and begin fighting back. It's four on six now but it looks like the group of four are going to be able to fend off their attackers.

Hanson: "A NECESSARY ALLIANCE!!!! THIS IS WHAT THE MAFIA NEEDED IN THIS SITUATION!!"

Reynolds: "Wait a damn, minute. Nicky. What the hell's going on now?! Look over there!"

As Hanson and the cameras look, they're just in time to catch Taichi and Miho Abe coming from the crowd. Miho careully climbs over the railing as Taichi enters the ring, dressed in a black and white tracksuit, weilding his microphone stick. He SMACKS Connor K over the back with it with a loud crack. Connor's masked partner spins Taichi around and goes for a clothesline. Taichi ducks under and jabs him in the stomach with his weapon before following up with a strike to the head.

Reynolds: "Whaaaaat in the HELL is Taichi doing out here?!?!"

Hanson: "Jim...I don't wanna jump to conclusions, but I have a bad feeling about this, all of a sudden."

Reynolds: "A bad feeling about what? This has been bad! These damn NJPW guys are beating the hell out of ours and for what?!"

Hanson: "Jim, I may be mistaken but look at Taichi's clothes."

The camera cuts back just in time to see Taichi SNAP his microphone stick over the back of Andrew Payne as the now seven on four turns in favor of the larger group. Together, from here, Smith and Archer lift The Punisher up and plant him with the Killer Bomb. Shingo Takagi plucks the masked wrestler with Connor up and delivers the Last Falconry. Zack Sabre Jr delivers the Zack Driver to Connor K.

Reynolds: "Oh, come on. Even I agree this has gotta stop! What the hell's gonna happen next?!"

Hanson: "Ohhhhh my GOD!! LOOK!! THAT...THAT'S PAUL HEYMAN!!"

Cutting over, the camera reveals, surely enough, Paul Heyman strolling casually down the ramp towards the ring as the beatdown in the ring continues. But he's not alone....

Hanson: "MINORU SUZUKI!!!!! MINORU SUZUKI IS COMING TO THE RING WITH PAUL HEYMAN!!!"

Reynolds: "WHAT THE FUCK IS SUZUKI DOING OUT HERE?!?! Wait a minute....waaaaaait a minute!!! You don't think....!!!"

Once Heyman and Suzuki reach the bottom of the ramp, Suzuki breaks into a quick, short run and hits the ring as Lance Archer picks up Andrew Payne. Spitting in his face, he clobbers him with an elbow and knocks him back right into Suzuki who cinches in his rear naked sleeper hold.

Hanson: "Myyyyy GOD!!! NO WAY!!!! MINORU SUZUKI AND PAUL HEYMAN ARE TOGETHER?! AND YA GOTTA THINK THAT THESE MEN ARE ALL WITH THEM!!!"

Reynolds: "WHAT THE HELL, NICKY?!"

Hanson: "Suzuki's got The Punisher in that sleeper hold! Andy's out! He's out! Let him go!!"

Suzuki does release it, but only to turn Payne around and deliver a Gotch-Style Piledriver to him right in the middle of the ring. Outside the ring, Paul Heyman calmly takes the ring announcer's microphone from him and turns towards the ropes, facing the camera as KES pick up BDP and deliver another Killer Bomb before tossing both he and Andy out of the ring. Meanwhile, Shingo and T-Hawk throw Connor and the masked wrestler out of the ring over the ropes. Both men then exchange high fives with KES, Taka and Zack before Taichi takes a pair of t-shirts from Miho and presents them to Shingo and T-Hawk. After accepting them, both men exchange fist bumps with Suzuki as Heyman nods approvingly at all of this and enters the ring to join the men before being whispered something by Suzuki, causing Heyman to nod to himself and say, "Don't worry, I got this" to Suzuki as the fever slowly dies and Heyman smirks as he speaks.*

"Ladies and gentlemen of Osaka, my name...is Paul Heyman. And I am here as...an advisor...some would say...maybe an Advocate, for one of the most feared men in this sport today! NFW...you just HAD to fire the first shot, didn't you? The moment you set foot in this country, you raised the attention of not only every fan here, you raised the ire of this man, Minoru Suzuki," Heyman says sternly as Suzuki looks down at the carnage caused earlier with disgust.

"Now, my client, Mr. Suzuki, does not like it when people take it upon themselves to step into his territory, his yard, if you will, and try to leave a lasting mark on it. And this...," Heyman says as he presents the beaten opponents still down and out, "is the result. You want to come in here and challenge your superiority? Fine. You want to come in here bring the likes of these men? Fine. But if you want to come in here and start a war? Well, that's also fine. For you see, in order to attack an invasion and retaliate with one of your own, you need a General and the backup to do it. Here you have, Zack Sabre Jr., one of the most sadistic submission wrestlers in the world today, under the tutelage of one of the great all-time technical wrestlers in TAKA Michinoku and also under the tutelage of the great Minoru Suzuki. You have Taichi, trained by the GREAT Toshiaki Kawada and only now, stepping into the Heavyweight Division. You have Shingo Takagi and T-Hawk, two of the most brutal men to ever come out of Dragon Gate. It doesn't matter if you're a Light Heavyweight or not, these two men do not care. And Connor K., is it? You and you're little masked friend there, have a bigger problem now, with these two men. And speaking of tag teams, who can forget the American Psycho, Lance Archer and the British Bulldog, Davy Boy Smith Jr., the perfect match of brawling, power wrestling, and mat wrestling in a team today as the Killer Elite Squad.

And of course, how can one forget? The General himself. One of the most revered, feared, and decorated student of the legendary Karl Gotch, Minoru Suzuki. This man has conquered every ring he has ever set foot in. You can go as far back as his days in PANCRASE to every ring from All Japan, New Japan, NOAH, hell, you can even through in Rev Pro Wrestling.

But you know, there's one more area that he hasn't conquered. One last great frontier to set foot in to leave that indelible mark. All he needed was an opening. Some would say, an advisor. I would say, he needed, an advocate, to guide him into that great unknown 6,000 miles away. And me, how can I say no to a man as revered as Minoru Suzuki? And so, it is not just my pleasure...it is my honor...to present to you people at NFW, and to all the people in the United States. I present to you, Suzuki-gun. Mr. Suzuki? I believe there was one last thing you wanted to say to everyone at NFW? Please, by all means," Heyman says as he humbly bows and shakes the hand of Suzuki and presents him the mic.

"NFW, junbi o suru, watashi no guntai ga kite, watashitachiha watashitachi no kōkei o anata ni oite imasu. Hoka no min'na to onajiyōni, naze wareware ga osoreru no ka, anata wa manabimasu. Naze wareware wa seifuku shiyou to shite imasu. Soshite, naze, anata no hone ga hibiware no hibiware ni naru no o kii te watashi o tomeru mono wanaideshou. Subete no kin wa watashitachi no monodesu. Soshite, anata wa sore ni tsuite nani mo suru koto ga dekimasen. Kekkyokunotokoro, minasan no yō ni, anata wa manabimasu...

Suzukigun, ICHIBAAAAN!!!" Suzuki says confidentally as TAKA kneels in front and unfurls the classic black and white Suzukigun flag as all the members stand around Suzuki and Heyman and pose for the group photo shot as we fade to black.