Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 1, 2019 12:10:56 GMT -8
We’re backstage at the arena, and we come to the House Crowley locker room, where we see Miranda Augustino coming out of the room, heading off to the broadcast position. When the Josh Davidson pushes the door open, we see Eavan Crowley dressed only in a towel. Her pink hair wet and pulled back behind her.
Josh Davidson: “OH! Terribly sorry, Mrs. Crowley, we just wanted to ask a few questions ahead of your match tonight with Angel Kusanagi.”
Eavan Crowley: “Ask away, trust me, I’m the least shy person in this company.”
Josh Davidson: “Well, guess the first question is how are you doing mentally and physically?”
Eavan ponders the question, slightly nodding her head.
Eavan Crowley: “Physically, never better. This tournament was hell on everyone physically, I know I was feeling it. I got checked out and patched up, and I’m back, and better than ever. Mentally, I can’t say I’m looking forward to this match.”
Josh Davidson: “How so?”
Eavan Crowley: “Well, you can look at the last matches I had with Angel, and I’m 2-0 against her. Realistically, there’s nobody in this company who has pinned me other than Mercer, and we can all agree the ONLY reason she got the three was because I had just come off a match against someone we’ll never mention, fought with a stinger and a bruised face, and Mercer took advantage of that. So, with that said, there’s nobody in this company who has beat me. Then, you look at the flip side, this is somebody’s career on the line. I know what Angel is fighting for, and I’m working on something that will help with that, but Angel is going to find that extra piece to bring tonight. The other two matches weren’t easy by a long shot.”
Josh Davidson: “I noticed you’re talking more about the physical side of things, but the two of you are friends, are you not? Surely that has to add some weight to this match?”
Eavan Crowley: “We are, and usually I would say I look forward to fighting with friends because the dynamic changes a little. It’s more than a respect, you can be looser, you can try different things because you trust the person you’re in the ring with, but this match is different. Angel needs this win tonight, she needs this job, so she is going to come at me not as a friend, but as the one person who can keep her working. She goes 0-3 tonight and she’s gone. And figuratively and literally, she can’t afford to lose. Hmm, Anton should be back now…”
Eavan gets up and opens the locker room door, before stepping out into the hallway, looking around for Anton, when Angel Kusanagi walks up behind her and grabs the towel and runs away, laughing. Eavan, still with her back to the camera, shakes her head and walks back in the room, as the camera scrambles to cut the feed.
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As Saliva’s “Ladies and Gentlemen” erupts throughout the arena, the camera sweeps over the audience, revealing the various signs and t-shirts displayed by the fans in attendance. This is all captured as the pyro goes off on the entrance stage and illuminates the two tournament logos displayed on giant banners. One on either side of the video wall.
FOR VLAD BLACKHEART
ALL HAIL THE QUEEN OF THE FRONTIER
NEW FRONTIER FOREVER
BEHOLD THE KINGDOM
KLAZZIC IS FOREVER
ROCK ON GRIFF
DEATH BY CHERRY BOMB
UNLEASH THE REPTILE
HOUSE CROWLEY ON SILVER MOUNTAIN
And, then, as the pyro finishes, we are greeted by Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino. Similar to WrestleWar’s event, the commentators are garbed up in their best attire. A tuxedo for Nick. A lovely evening gown for Miranda. But she’s still got her energy drink!
HANSON
“Good evening and welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Finals of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial AND the Queen of the Frontier Tournaments!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHATTUP, BITCHES?! It has been a LOOOONG ride to get here but holy shit what a ride it’s been!”
HANSON
“It has indeed, Miranda! We’ve had such a great tournament so far, barring a few close calls. Things got a little heated on some personal levels but ticket sales were sold out, reviews were positive and new subscription sales are through the roof! We’ve ended up with one hell of a lineup tonight. Tell ‘em all about it Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“Aww, I get the honors? Thank you, Nick! We got our two finals matches, bitches. Cherry Addams from A Block will take on Jasmine Matthews from B Block from the Queen of the Frontier tournament to see who will face the Women’s World Champion at WrestleWar XVI. Will it still be Sativa Nevaeh? Maybe! Then again, who knows? She’s got some tough fuckin’ challengers that have a right to a shot, Nick!”
HANSON
“Indeed, Miranda! Sativa suffered three losses during the tournament in facing Lara Blackheart, Lluvia Cane and the woman to hold the record still of longest reigning Women’s Champion, Adrianna Salvatore.”
AUGUSTINO
“Lara bounced last week though! She ended her contract as one of many on the roster who suddenly jumped ship to sign with Judas Lasher’s new promotion, Dominion Pro Wrestling. Nick, is this competition for us?”
HANSON
“Who knows? Could be!”
AUGUSTINO
“Bigger question is will Lluvia Cane or Adrianna Salvatore exercise their right to challenge?”
HANSON
“We’ll find out! As we just mentioned, folks - a shocker to the foundation of New Frontier Wrestling. Judas Lasher, our World Champion, unhappy with the proceedings, has vacated the World Championship and exercised the exit clause in his contract and several NFW superstars have followed suit. As a result, our finals match for the Vlad Blackheart Memorial will crown the new World Champion. As for who will face the winner - be it Matt Klazzic or Griffin Hawkins - at WrestleWar, who knows? Commissioner Steven Brody has promised an announcement on that. But with this mass exodus, there’s more matters at hand. Among those individuals, Wyld Stallion, our Television Champion, has left. Big Daddy Payne has left and his tag team partner, “The Punisher” Andrew Payne announced his retirement hours after the end of B Block. That leaves two other titles open. Steven Brody has promised an announcement on the NFW Tag Team Titles as well. That will be made tonight!”
AUGUSTINO
“Speaking of vacated titles, Nick, we’re gonna crown another new champion tonight in one of our matches! We got us an eight person Tables, Ladders & Chairs match for the Silver Mountain Championship! That was announced back before the tournament even started!”
HANSON
“Absolutely, Miranda! We’ll see the four runner ups from each tournament. Two from each block. Four men. Four women. They’ll face off for that championship later tonight.”
AUGUSTINO
“Three women, Nick. Remember, Christina Olson was technically announced for the match but she opted out moments later! Steve still needs to find an eighth competitor!”
HANSON
“That he does, Miranda. That he does. Speaking of championship matches, folks...Miranda, you wanna take this one too?”
AUGUSTINO
“Eeeeeeeh! Yes, I do! Women’s TV Championship is on the line, bitches! My sexy ass fucking wife, Eavan Maloney - unofficially, technically. We reeeeaally need to make that official.”
HANSON
“Yeah but she’s already legally married to Anton Crowley.”
AUGUSTINO
“Pfft! So? He’s basically my hubs too!”
HANSON
“How does that even---”
AUGUSTINO
“Don’t worry about it! Anyway! So Mami’s got her Women’s TV Title on the line against one bad, crazy bitch, Angel Kusanagi! Career versus title! If Angel doesn’t win the belt? Well shit...she’s gone, Nicky….”
HANSON
“Yes, it was a decision put up by Kusanagi herself. She feels as though she has been underachieving while here in New Frontier Wrestling. She’s decided if she can’t win this match, she will leave the company - possibly even wrestling all together.”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t wanna see her go, Nicky. I like Angel! She fights so hard in every match. She’s been here since the company’s reopening last year but we still know so little about her!”
HANSON
“Other than she enjoys stepping into that ring and leaving it all in there.”
AUGUSTINO
“Exactly! I don’t wanna see her go, BUT...I don’t want sexy Mami to lose her belt either! I’m gonna have a tough time watching this one….”
HANSON
“I think we all are. Anyway that’s not all folks! We got all that and more. We will see the in-ring debut of The Kingdom’s Timothy Hunt - the Grand Champion of Hybrid Unleashed - as he takes on Tyson Law. I’m honestly surprised Tyson didn’t jump ship with Tyler Grey.”
AUGUSTINO
“I’m surprised Tyler Grey did jump ship! I bet Judas Lasher buries his fucking career six feet under. Hey Tyler! Good riddance, puto!”
Miranda flips the camera off and sticks her tongue out through her teeth.
HANSON
“Also, folks, we’ll see another debut match. A double debut actually! Cali-Kate will debut against Layla Aishe, who has been chomping at the bit to get into an NFW ring! Her eagerness will finally be rewarded as she debuts, tonight, right here in Chicago!”
AUGUSTINO
“Fuck yeah! Another one of my lovelies! But good luck to both chicas!”
HANSON
“And with that all said and done folks...oh boy...let’s take it over to Roger Arden for our opening contest....”
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[Match 1. Angel Kusanagi v. Eavan Maloney © For The NFW Women’s Television Championship]
The camera returns to ringside where Roger Arden announces into the microphone.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! And it is a Career versus Title match for the Women’s Television Championship! Now, ladies and gentlemen, it should be made clear, once more: if Angel Kusanagi does not defeat Eavan Maloney for the Women’s TV Title, she must permanently leave the New Frontier roster! And now...iiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIT’S TIIIIIIIIIME!!!”
Roger Arden belted into the microphone, making a dramatic gesture with his hand holding the cue cards towards the mat before stepping back to the corner to make way for the contenders.
The arena goes completely dark as the opening guitar strums are heard. When the riff and beat picks up, the lights around the stage take on a flashing strobe effect. Smoke fills the entryway as the word KUSANAGI appears up on the video wall in the form of purple broken glass.
Umarekawaru no sa bōn again!
Let’s fly high like a butterfly!
Yoku ni obore wana ni hamari
Teashi ni karamu tsumi no ito
Karamitsuku Crime!
From the curtain, Angel Kusanagi bursts out, throwing it aside as she jogs out onto the stage in her fighter’s robe and her hands taped up. Angel slows to a steady stroll as she paces on the stage, looking around at the crowd from under her hood.
Kingyo no sukui no ami no yō ni
Moroi hane wa namida no shizuku de yaburete yuku
Yabure chatte Cry
Angel kneels down on both knees, bringing her hands up in a prayer form at the top of the stage. She noticeably holds this position for a longer amount of time.
Iyashī doku kumo ni
(Hane no nai chō nante imi nai ji o hau nezumi to kawarinai)
Kokoro made okasarete
(Disu world wa hikari sae nai Can’t stop koware yuku my mind)
Imasara ana-darake no hane de kuyamu no
(Mune o hareyo omae koso ga batafurai)
As the chorus to the song starts, Angel lifts her head to look down at the ring. Her usual unhinged expression is gone and there is a somber look of worry in her eyes. She neglects to do her usual, hyped up taunt as she simply rises as the purple and white pyro goes off on the stage. She starts her approach to the ring.
Dekiru kotonara mōichido
(Chinohate made ōvu~ā drive yeah)
Kono kodō kizamitsuke tobitai no (fly high)
kanashiki batafurai sono mi terasu hitosuji no hikari netami sora o niramu
ARDEN
“Introducing first, the challenger! Representing The Unwanted! From Dotonbori, Osaka, Japan! ANGEL...KUSAAAAAANAGIIIIIIIIII!!”
Angel reaches the ring, running and sliding in under the bottom rope where she pops up onto one knee in the center. After a pause, she throws her hood back and stands up to the pop of the crowd before moving to her corner and removing her robe, tossing it over onto the floor.
The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about ten seconds as the opening of "Are You Ready?" by Disturbed plays.
“ARE YOU READY?”
Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in long pants and a crop top, her bright pink hair bouncing as she hops about and poses with one hand raised with devil horns. She's bouncing on the stage, her arm up in the air, as David Draiman is singing "get up, get up", rallying the crowd up with the entrance. Around her waist is her customized championship, the NFW ‘WARRIOR’ Television Championship. For a brief moment, Eavan goes serious and stands at the top of the ramp watching Angel Kusanagi with her own somber expression.
ARDEN
“Introducing her opponent! Accompanied to the ring by Anton Crowley! Residing in New Orleans, Louisiana! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion! The Demon Warrior...EAVAN...MAAAAALONEEEEEEY!!!!”
A brief cut to the ring shows Angel hunched down with her forearms resting on her knees, watching Eavan like a hungry predator ready to pounce. There’s no grin on her face. Her eyes are focused and determined. A killer instinct inside of them.
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
Eavan and Anton walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles to massive cheers from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.
As the music continues to bump in the arena, we see the announce team sitting absolutely silent. Nick Hanson has his hands folded with his mouth pressed against them. Miranda Augustino is sitting back with her index knuckle pressed to her bottom lip. A nervous look in her eyes.
“Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be strong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone
Who cannot be preyed upon”
Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off his shoulders. They touch foreheads before Crowley exits the ring.
Angel and Eavan are in the ring, both women staring the other down as the ref holds the Women’s TV Title up and then hands it off to the timekeeper and calls for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Right out of the gate, Angel comes charging in and drives Eavan into the corner. Angel starts to just lay in hands and punches as the ref pulls her off and backs her away. Eavan looks at the fired up Angel and chuckles. She comes out of the corner, but as she does, Angel charges and delivers a crossbody that takes Eavan down to the mat. Angel then gets in the mount position and once again starts to lay in lefts and rights before Eavan is able to throw her off.
HANSON
“ANGEL KUSANAGI, WASTING NO TIME! IT’S ALL ON THE LINE FOR HER AND THIS MATCH IS ON!!”
AUGUSTINO
“I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA BE INTENSE BUT AYE DIOS FUCKIN’ MIO!!”
Angel though, got right back up to her feet. Angel runs over to Eavan and picks her up to her feet. She sends the TV Champion into the ropes and when Eavan comes off, Angel leaves her feet and delivers a standing dropkick. Eavan rolls out of the ring, trying to break up the early offense of Angel and catch her breath. Eavan walks around the outside, trying to catch her breath. Angel hits the ropes and goes to dive through the middle and bottom rope, looking for a Tope Suicida and as she’s coming through, Eavan leaps up and delivers a forearm to Angel who slumps onto the apron.
Eavan pulls Angel out onto the floor and drive her back first into the barricade. Eavan does it a couple more times before she grabs Angel and delivers an exploder suplex onto the floor. Eavan picks Angel up and sends her into the ring post. Angel hit the ring post face first and hits the floor again. Eavan picked Angel up and rolled her back into the ring. Eavan climbed up to the top rope and launched herself and delivered Twisted Demon on Angel and went for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Angel got her shoulder just barely in time to keep herself and her career in tact. Eavan got up and waited for Angel to make it to her feet. She urged and begged for Angel to make it to her feet. Angel crawled to the ropes and used them to help her back up and as she stumbled towards the center, Eavan went for the NOLA Makeover, but Angel was able to counter out of it grab the TV Champion and deliver a snap German Suplex. Angel then rolls out of the ring and starts to search under the ring for something. The ref starts a twenty count as Angel searches and searches.
AUGUSTINO
“Whoa whoa what’s she doin’?! This ain’t a No DQ!”
HANSON
“When has Angel ever cared about getting disqualified DQ?”
AUGUSTINO
“She might want to here!”
After checking under the second side of the ring, Angel pulls out a steel chair. Angel slides back into the ring and the ref starts to tell her that she can’t be using the chair in this match. Angel forces herself past the ref as Eavan is getting back up to her feet. Angel takes the chair and drives it into the midsection of Eavan before driving it into the back of Eavan a few times. Angel sets the chair down and picks Eavan up to her feet and stands over the chair, delivering a cradle DDT right onto the chair.
AUGUSTINO
“JESUS FUCK!!!”
HANSON
“A CRADLE DDT RIGHT ON THE CHAIR!! BUT THE REF HASN’T CALLED FOR A DQ!”
AUGUSTINO
“HE SHOULD!!! GODDAMN IT!!”
HANSON
“MAYBE SO BUT EVEN REFEREE AKIYAMA KNOWS WHAT’S AT STAKE HERE!! IF ANGEL LOSES, SHE’S OUT OF A JOB!!”
Angel then rolls Eavan onto her back and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
HANSON
“EAVAN KICKED OUT!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
AUGUSTINO
“THAT’S HOW MAMI DOES, BABY!!!!”
Angel looks shocked as she yells at the ref for a moment. Angel though, turns her attention back to Eavan as the ref grabs the chair and slides it out of the ring. Angel picks Eavan up and goes for a brainbuster, but as she picks Eavan up, the champion delivers a couple of well placed knees to the top of Angel’s head that causes her to drop Eavan back to her feet. As Angel releases the hold, Eavan stumbles back a few steps before grabbing and hitting the NOLA Makeover out of nowhere! Angel drops to the mat and Eavan goes for the cover as the crowd goes crazy.
HANSON
“OH NO!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“THAT’S IT!!!”
HANSON
“Angel’s out of a job!”
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--KICKOUT!!
HANSON
“NO WAY!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“NO! FUCKING! WAY!”
Angel manages to get her shoulder up at just the last second as the crowd gasps in surprise seeing someone kickout of a move that put so many different challengers to her title down.
HANSON
“She will not give up! Angel Kusanagi will NOT give up that easy folks!”
Eavan had a look of shock on her face as looked up at the ref for a moment who showed Eavan just how close it was. Eavan though, doesn’t argue, she just picks Angel up and sends her into the corner. Angel hits the corner and Eavan charges in, looking for a corner splash and hits it. Angel slumps down into the corner and Eavan backs up and charges in, delivering a boot to the side of Angel’s head and pulls her out of the corner and goes for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eavan once again climbs to the top rope and launches herself. She went for Twisted Demon a second time, but this time Angel got her knees up and drove them into the back of Eavan and rolled her up, putting her feet on the ropes as the ref gets into position.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
HANSON
“And Eavan kicks out again!”
AUGUSTINO
“Angel had her feet on the fucking ropes!! Cheating bitch!”
HANSON
“It’s unorthodox - hell it’s against the rules - but….god, ya can’t really be too mad at her. Her livelihood is at stake!”
Angel slowly makes her way back up to her feet and grabs Eavan and puts her into a seated position. She delivers a few well placed kicks to the back of Eavan of before hitting the ropes and delivering a sliding forearm smash. Angel then grabs Eavan and delivers the Boseki Driver! The crowd gasps as Eavan’s head hits the mat hard and Angel gets into a match book cover that almost looks like it could be a mating press as the ref drops down for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Angel’s eyes go wide as she looks at the ref in shock that Eavan was able to get a shoulder up.
AUGUSTINO
“She dropped Eavan right on her neck, Nick! You see that shit?!”
HANSON
“The Boseki Driver, folks! Made famous by Toshiaki Kawada! Innovated by him and originally called the Ganso Bomb!”
Angel though, doesn’t get discouraged as she pulls Eavan up to her feet. She sends Eavan into the corner and then charges in, hitting a handspring elbow as Eavan slumps into the corner. Angel then backs up and charges in again and delivers a hesitation dropkick and pulling the TV Champion out and climbing to the top rope. Angel launches herself, looking for a double stomp, but Eavan rolls out of the way and Angel hits the mat and rolls through the move. Eavan charges in and delivers a shotgun style dropkick that causes Angel to hit the corner and stumble out. Eavan grabs Angel and delivers a lung blower and then locks Angel into the Krigare Lock!
AUGUSTINO
“WHOA!!! LOOK OUT!! THERE IT IS!”
HANSON
“KRIGARE LOCK!!! KRIGARE LOCK!!!! ANGEL COULD TAP!!”
The crowd goes wild as Angel screams in pain and looks like she’s trapped in the middle of the ring. She scrambles, trying to make it to the ropes, but as she’s fingertips away, Eavan reaches out and kicks off the ropes and rolls Angel back to the center of the ring. Angel continues to fight, the look on her face turning from pain, a pleasure like expression as Eavan pulls back more on the hold, putting more pressure on Angel’s back and neck. Angel, after almost a full minute in the hold, finally is able to shift her weight and get on top of Eavan for a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Eavan releases the hold and gets up to her feet. She stands back, urging Angel to get back to her feet as the crowd is at a fever pitch right now, loving how these two women are battling and laying it all out on the line in this match. Angel finally makes it to her feet and as Eavan comes running in, looking to hit a second NOLA Makeover, Angel, out of nowhere hits Eavan with The Steel Feather! Eavan falls in a heap to the mat as Angel looks down, dropping to the mat and giving a slow, sensual lick to the side of Eavan’s face before picking her up and hitting a second Boseki Driver and once again getting into that matchbook style pin and this time begins thrusting her hips to the ref’s cadence.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
As the bell sounds, Angel collapses onto the mat and ref grabs the Women’s Television Championship and hands it to Angel who grasps it and gives it a big kiss. As she pulls the title away from her face, the camera clearly catches the woman sobbing on her knees as she hugs the belt against her chest. Absolute relief on her face. Eavan Maloney pulls herself up onto her knees, holding her neck and looks directly at Angel. For a tense moment, the two women stare each other down before Eavan reaches out and pulls Angel into a tight hug to the pop of the crowd. Angel’s shoulders shake from her sobs as Eavan practically cradles the woman against her. Tears of relief visible on her face as well as she kisses the top of Angel’s head. She cups the new champion’s face and inaudibly says something to her, making sure Angel can understand her. Angel nods and Eavan hugs her again, nodding to the ref that she herself will get checked out in a minute. Giving the ring to Angel to celebrate, Eavan rolls out and leans against Anton with a content expression on her face. She gave it her all, but she’s not terribly upset about losing as she and Anton head towards the back.
Winner: Angel Kusanagi (New Women’s TV Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 27:48
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We go backstage where Griffin Hawkins is seen playing his guitar, sitting on one of the backstage carts.
“If I leave here tomorrow....would you still remember me..”
Suddenly Amy Connors comes by with a mic in hand.
“Um..Griffin? A Word please? I hope I'm not disturbing you…”
He sets his guitar aside.
“Oh not at all, I can spare a few minutes..”
“Okay. So tonight you are in the finals of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial...you are facing Matt Klazzic, and if you are successful..you will be crowned the new NFW World Heavyweight Champion. Did you ever think that you'd make it this far in the tournament?”
“To be quite honest Amy, I had no idea. When I signed here months ago I knew the competition would be stiff. I knew that coming in, my track record and reputation of competing against the best in the industry would follow me..and there would be many men who'd be looking to test their strength against me. But I had no idea that'd I'd end up making it all the way to the finals. What matter is I'm here...and I roll right through Klazzic to win the World Title for the 5th time in my career.”
“Let's say you do win the title Griffin...there will be many men knocking on your door for the opportunity. Would you be a fighting champion?”
“You're damn right I would. See, unlike other champions of the past in organizations like this, I don't duck threats to me..nor do I avoid them. I've felt the pressure as champion many times in my career...I know a title like that makes me a target. Men like Edgar Malcovich, Timothy Hunt, Anton Crowley..hell, Max Lebrun is gonna want another shot at me. I guarantee if I win...I WILL be a fighting champion who takes on all comers...but for that to happen...Matt Klazzic has to go down hard.”
With that, he grabs his guitar and walks away.
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[Match 2. Singles Contest - Cali-Kate v. Layla Aishe]
The lights in the arena go dark as the opening chords of “Heist” hit the speakers. The crowd goes up in cheers as a big
“Player 1 Ready…”
comes up on the screen. In the break between the opening chords and the main tune the screen flashes
“Game Start!”
The main tune hits and the lights come back up showing Kate on the stage in a hooded jacket with a huge smile on her face, dancing to her music. Kate flips the hood down and skips down the ramp trading high fives and hugs with various members of the crowd. She even stops a few times to pose for some selfies with the crowd members.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Making her NFW in-ring debut! From Laguna Beach, California! Please welcome, CALI-KATE!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Whoooo!!!! Katie baby!!!!!”
HANSON
“Biased much?”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, House Crowley represent!”
HANSON
“Nice, Miranda. Real nice.”
AUGUSTINO
“You want nice? You should see Kate when she--”
HANSON
“THANK YOU, MIRANDA! MOVING ON!”
Kate reaches ringside and continues skipping one full round around the ring only trading high fives with audience members. When she gets to the corner, the audience goes wild as Kate blows out a kiss to everyone. Kate slides into the ring and jumps to one of the corners and poses once for pictures. As her music fades, she hops off the ropes and goes to her corner, removing her jacket and warming up for her match.
The opening tunes of "The Mummers Dance (Remix)" by Lorena McKennet starts to play on the speakers. A few seconds into the song Layla steps out from behind the curtain in a long dress on which hangs several jeweled tassels alongside her many necklaces. Layla smiles to the cheers and adulation of the audience as she goes to several fans on the way down to give blessings to them.
ARDEN
“And her opponent! Making her NFW in-ring debut! LAYLA...AISHE!!”
When she reaches ringside, she climbs the stairs and steps under the second rope to enter the ring where she poses for the audience once more. As her song fades out she removes, the necklaces and her dress to reveal her ring gear underneath. She hands her removed items to an attendant at ringside and prepares for her match.
~DING DING DING~
Layla Aishe and Cali-Kate stepped out of their corners, meeting in the middle to give a double fist bump to one another before they circled the mat and met again in a lockup. Layla won the lockup struggle as she caught one of Kate’s arms and hit an arm wringer, twisting Kate’s shoulder around to keep control of her. Kate rolled forward, kipping up and reversed the torque from her shoulder, now to Layla’s but Layla cartwheeled right with the maneuver, keeping the pressure off of her own arm and swept Kate’s legs out from underneath her, knocking her to the mat, on her butt. A low applause sounded through the crowd at the women’s athleticism as Kate got to her feet and Layla showboated a little, all smiles to the audience. She turned back towards Layla and the two exchanged a nod out of mutual respect for each other’s technique.
HANSON
“Mutual respect. Nice, nice. I like it.”
AUGUSTINO
“This could be a good one!”
Layla and Kate locked up again and jarred for position. Layla got the advantage again, catching Kate in another arm wringer but Kate reversed out of it again and twisted Layla’s arm back behind her into a hammerlock. Layla grimaced at the discomfort before managing to twist out of it again and slipped around behind Kate, catching her around the waist and delivering a snap German Suplex with a bridge.
ONE!
TWO!
But Cali-Kate kicked out. As Layla turned around, Kate ran in and dove for a Lou Thesz Press but Layla caught her with her feet on her midsection and thrust her legs up. Kate rolled with the momentum and somersaulted forward, landing on one knee and a foot. As Layla was coming up onto a knee and turning, Kate ran to the ropes and came back to catch her with a Shining Wizard! Layla went down, holding her head but still moved to get up. Kate was right there to catch her around the head and deliver a snap DDT before rolling her body over Layla’s to go for a cover of her own.
ONE!
TWO!
But Layla kicked out and shoved Kate up off of her. Layla Aishe kipped up to her feet again and twisted around, ready as Layla came running in for a clothesline. The fortune teller swiftly maneuvered underneath the arm and came up behind her. Kate stopped short and started to turn but Layla was already waiting with a vicious combination of palm strikes and kicks to start wearing the cosplayer down. After several stiff shots being unloaded on Kate, Layla caught her in a setup to deliver a snap Suplex right on the money. Layla kept hold of Kate as she rolled back up to her feet but let go of Kate when the blonde was sitting up. This was when Layla stepped forward to deliver a stiff soccer kick right to Kate’s chest.
HANSON
“OHHHHH!!! HEAR THAT ONE?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Watch the mama boobs, Miss Cleo! Those are important to people!”
HANSON
“Haha, you know you’re actually--”
AUGUSTINO
“Her baby needs ‘em too.”
HANSON
“Jesus Christ, Miranda….”
AUGUSTINO
“Ya know? Funny, I’ve been called that!”
HANSON
“Oh c’mo--”
AUGUSTINO
“Hush! We’re missing the match!”
For the rest of their debut match, Layla Aishe and Cali-Kate continued with a back and forth contest that saw their technical styles match up well against each other. Cali-Kate put her high speed offense to use against Layla Aishe’s strikes and brutal takedowns. The climax of the match came rather suddenly, however, as Cali-Kate and Layla were trading offense back and forth with chops and forearms. Finally, Layla looked right and Kate went for an Irish whip but Layla reversed it, sending her into the ropes instead. As Kate came back into Layla’s arms, however, the blonde left her feet and twisted her body through the air in a tilt-a-whirl, ending it with a sudden DDT that - all together - was known by her fans and the wrestling world as Comic-Kaze! The crowd reacted emphatically as Layla Aishe’s head was driven into the mat before Kate went for the cover as quickly as she could.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! CALI-KATE!!!”
Lindey Sterling’s “Heist” filled the arena again as Kate sat up with joy on her face. She helped Layla to her feet, shaking her head again before the referee raised Kate’s arm as Layla left the ring.
HANSON
“One hell of a first showing for both ladies but this one goes to that young lady right there!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHOOHOO!!! FUCK YEAH, BABY!”
HANSON
“Will you calm do-- Miranda! Where are you going?!”
The camera caught Miranda Augustino just as she was running from the announce table to join Kate in the ring and hug her fellow House Crowley member, raising her arm again. The two exchanged quick words before Miranda let Kate go to head towards the back and returned to the announce table.
HANSON
“Was that really necessary?”
AUGUSTINO
“Pfft, yeah! Gotta show love to my peoples!”
Winner: Cali-Kate
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:39
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We see Eavan walking backstage, towel around her neck, still in her ring gear as she storms over to Steven Brody’s office, huffing and puffing in anger as she bangs on the door. From behind the door, she can hear Brody.
“Come on in, Eavan.”
Eavan opens the door and looks at Brody, confused.
“How did you know it was me?”
“Nobody else would knock so low on the door.”
“I’m going to let that slide. Listen, I want in the Silver Mountain TLC match.”
Brody leans back in his office chair and rocks a little as Eav sits on the back of the chair instead of sitting in the chair itself.
“Why would I put you in the match? You just lost the Television Title. I can’t have my roster wrestling twice in one night.”
Eavan grimaces and glares at Brody.
“Mr. Brody, go back and look at what I did in the tournament. Hell, look at what I’ve done since I’ve been here. The two you have gunning for the Women’s World Title, neither of them could beat me.”
“Well, you and Jasmine went to a draw…”
Eavan cuts him off.
“A draw, sure, but she couldn’t beat me. Cherry? Beat her back at Collision 44. Now, look who you have in the TLC match. Adrianna? Beat her at Collision 42. River? Beat HER at Collision 48. Morgan? Beat her in the tournament. Then we look at the men, and I won about as many points as they did. Plus, of course, my husband is in the match. I also have more points than Tolson AND your Women’s World champ. You see what I’m saying?”
Eavan is getting riled up as Brody sat back and let her vent. After a couple of minutes, Brody nodded his head.
“I can’t deny you lifted the Television Title to the prestige it has. I also can’t deny your accomplishments thus far in New Frontier Wrestling. Much as I hate to push my talent too far, you deserve a spot in the Silver Mountain TLC match. Myself and Ms. Greene at the time HAD said champions were ineligible, and yet, here you are without a championship. You pleaded your case well, Ms. Crowley. Go and get ready.”
Eavan smiles and can’t help herself. Between repeated thank yous, she runs around the desk to hug Brody and even kiss his cheek before running out of the door. She runs back in again, grabs her towel, and runs out again, giggling.
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[Match 3. Singles Contest - Tim Hunt v. Tyson Law]
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The intro line to the song plays throughout the arena as the lights fade to a dim blue around the stage:
"Everything you know in the focus
Live in the moment
Don't have to question why
Listen to the sound of the virus
You can't deny this
Get up and AMPLIFY"
On the word "AMPLIFY", the lights on the stage suddenly illuminate it completely, flashing violently. Seconds into the opening riff, the curtain is thrown open and Tyson Law walks out onto the stage to the boos of the crowd. Arms up and out, index fingers extended before he turns his hands and switches his index fingers for his middle ones, essentially flipping off the crowd. As the lyrics start, he comes to a pause, center stage, lowering his head and brings his hands up in a Shaolin prayer.
"I want it all
The chemical
The fix that makes me feel
Like I overdose in stereo
And lose control of "real"
(I can't believe it's real)"
On the line "like I overdose in stereo", Tyson rears into position and performs a stunning backflip, landing on one knee, in a stylish posture. A single burst of pyro shoots up from the stage. He pauses for a moment for the last line of the verse before he rises up and throws back the hood to his vest with one hand and rips away his face mask with the other. He pauses for a moment with his arms out to the side, gloating but scowling to the audience before he tosses his mask to the floor and starts his walk down the ramp.
"Of one mind, of one soul
We unite to write our code
So bleed your message at the tone
'Cause we don't have to feel alone
Feel alone
Let's get this fire started
Let's get this fire started"
ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring at this time!! From Raleigh, North Carolina! Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds! "The Shaolin Rebel"...TYSOOOOON LAAAAAAAAAAW!!!!"
As he reaches the ring, Tyson runs and hops up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. He extends one arm, 'popping the grenade pin' before rolling forward and flipping forward off of the turnbuckle, landing on his feet into a leisurely pace to the middle of the ring. His cold, calculated eyes focus on the stage as he turns his head towards it, standing tall and ready...waiting....
As the music hits, Timothy walks out with a crown on his head and a black and gold robe down his back. Timothy starts making his way down the ramp, the fans giving him a mixed reaction to his being in the NFW.
ARDEN
“His opponent! From somewhere over the Rainbow Bridge, representing The Kingdom! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds! The King of Controversy...TIMOTHY...HUNT!!”
Timothy stops in front of the ring and takes off the robe, revealing his black and gold wrestling attire. Timothy then makes his way up the ring stairs and gets in the ring. He stands in the center of the ring and takes in all of the cheers and jeers that the crowd was giving him.
~DING DING DING~
Tim Hunt and Tyson Law came out of their corners with Hunt extending a fist out for Tyson to bump. Tyson was hesitant but for, perhaps obvious, reasons he returned the bump and the two started circling the ring. Hunt and Law locked up, collar & elbow with Tyson getting a hammerlock administered before going right for a schoolboy roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
Tim Hunt kicked out and sat up on the mat. From behind him, Tyson hit a cartwheel and went right for the basement dropkick that followed up by Tim threw himself back, laying flat on the mat. Tyson’s feet missed and he hit the mat while Tim kipped up to his feet, right into a showboating gesture with his arms out to the audience. He started to talk a little smack about Tyson as his opponent got back to his feet. Tim turned to address the audience on all sides as he talked and when he turned back towards Tyson’s direction, the Shaolin Rebel went for a superkick. Tim caught it, shaking his head and threw the foot aside. Tyson followed through with the spin and went for a spinning heel kick but Tim ducked and slipped in behind Tyson to go for a German Suplex. Tyson rolled through and landed on his feet and as Tim sat up again, Tyson cartwheeled in front of him. He jumped up, as if going for that dropkick again. Tim laid back again like he did before but Tyson feigned and just came back down onto his feet. As Tim sat back up then, Tyson delivered a stiff, sharp kick right to the chest of Tim Hunt that resounded with a SMACK throughout the audience. Tim instinctively clutched at his chest and Tyson stepped in around him and delivered another kick to his back. Tim reeled again and Tyson hit a third kick to the chest once more, knocking him onto his back. Tyson Law ran off of the ropes then, delivering a rolling Senton Splash before going for the cover again.
ONE!
TWO!
Tim Hunt kicked out and Tyson Law slapped his hands three times at the referee, throwing the fingers up. The referee confirmee two and a frustrated Tyson Law pulled Tim Hunt to his feet. Taking hold of his wrist, Tyson guided Tim over to one corner where he hopped up and hit a rope bounce armdrag, rolling Tim across the mat and into a sitting up position again. Once more, Tyson Law hit the cartwheel and finally NAILED Tim Hunt with the basement dropkick to follow through.
HANSON
“OH-HO!!! Tyson finally nailed that move and with authority!”
AUGUSTINO
“He really wanted to hit that one, huh?”
HANSON
“Third time’s a charm, I guess.”
Tim Hunt kicked out of another cover attempt, leaving Tyson Law even more frustrated to the point that he grabbed Tim by the hair and start throwing shots down on his face and forehead until the referee made him back off, giving Tim a chance to get to his feet. Tyson shoved passed the referee and stepped towards him but Tim was ready this time and caught Tyson with a forearm to the jaw. He grabbed Tyson’s arm and went for an Irish whip. Tyson reversed it, throwing Tim into the ropes. As Tim came back off of them, Tyson went for a lariat but Tim ducked under, hit the other side of the ropes and stopped himself, using his arms around the top rope. At the same time, Tyson ran off the ropes and came in fast but Tim Hunt shot in towards him, snatched him off of his feet and drove him down with a Spinebuster! It was Tim’s turn to go for a cover this time and--
ONE!
TWO!
Tyson kicked out. As he sat up, however, Tim Hunt administered a quick headlock and pulled him right back down to the mat, proceeding to try and take him out of the game just as quick as Tyson had been trying to do to him. Just when it looked like he was about to fade, Tyson kept his arm up and started fighting back to his feet. Once he had forced Tim Hunt back into a standing position, however, Tim switched up one arm and locked Tyson into a Half Nelson before suplexing him back onto his neck. As Tyson started pulling himself up, Tim stepped in and hit an Inverted Atomic Drop, sending Tyson reeling forward and right over the top rope, down to the floor. Tim grabbed the middle rope and slid forward, feet first out under the bottom to the floor. From there, Tim began to feed Tyson some forearms and ram his face down into the apron. He then picked him up and dropped him onto the guard rail.
The two continued to brawl outside of the ring for another moment with Timothy Hunt in control of things until he went for an Irish whip but Tyson Law reversed it, sending the debuting star ribs first into the barricade. Before Tim could fully recover, here came Tyson - after breaking the ref’s count - with a Throwback, taking him and Tim both over into the crowd. From there, it was Tyson’s turn to take control as he picked Tim up and whipped him towards a section of the crowd where fans had gotten out of their seats to clear the way. Tim Hunt went crashing into a clutter of steel folding chairs while Tyson advanced on him like a man possessed and continued to put the hurt on him. As the referee counted higher, Tyson and Tim fought back towards and back inside the ring. Tyson dragged Tim to the middle of the ring where he set him up for the Shaolin Destroyer. As Tyson went for the delivery, however, Tim Hunt miraculously flipped through and managed to land on his feet, popping his head loose from between Tyson’s legs. With Tyson sitting on the mat, Tim burst forward and delivered a brutal Yakuza kick right to Law’s face. Tyson grabbed at his face as he rolled over onto his knees and started trying to make his way to safety. As he did, Tim Hunt walked over and picked the man up by around the waist, and lifted him over onto his back, delivering a back to belly piledriver known as The King Strikes! The crowd gave an emphatic “OHHHHHH” as Tyson’s head hit the mat and Tim made the cover again. This time for the--
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner! TIM...HUNT!!”
“Blood Tears Dust” filled the arena again as Tim Hunt sat up with his infectious smile. He looked around the arena, touching his upper lip with the tip of his tongue and a wicked gleam in his eyes.
HANSON
“Tim Hunt, welcome to the New Frontier! God, what a match!”
AUGUSTINO
“And he made a statement right off the bat, Nick!”
HANSON
“Most definitely, Miranda! Hey, give it up to Tyson Law too. He put on a great match! I saw a little more respect in his antics tonight. Wonder if that has to do with anything.”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh I think it does, Nicky. I think it does.”
Lacuna Coil’s song continued to rip through the arena again as Tim Hunt celebrated in the ring. Tyson Law got to his feet, holding the back of his head and neck as he glared at Tim from behind. The crowd began to anticipate an attack when Tim Hunt turned around but were shocked to see the Shaolin Rebel slowly extend a hand. Tim kept that smile of his but accepted the handshake before Tyson Law gave a defeated thumbs up and left the ring, dragging himself backstage as Tim continued his celebration.
Winner: Tim Hunt
Result: Pinfall
Time: 17:38
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ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man” opens up through the speakers and the fans give a moderate, respectful pop as NFW Commissioner Steven Brody comes out through the curtain and onto the stage. He gives Chicago, Illinois a wave as he makes his way down the ramp, towards the ring.
HANSON
“Well, here’s the boss, Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yup!”
HANSON
“He said he had an announcement to make this evening, regarding the vacated NFW Tag Team Championships.”
AUGUSTINO
“I hope it’s good!”
HANSON
“Oh, he always comes up with great ideas. You know that.”
AUGUSTINO
“I dunno, Nick. He’s made a couple that were meh….”
HANSON
“Like?”
AUGUSTINO
“He signed Ryan Steele, Sebastian Young and Clerance Townsend.”
HANSON
“You mean Clerance Flet--”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t give a fuck what that puto calls himself! Stuck up douchebag who spells his name weird. Like motherfuckers that add a ‘U’ into everything.”
HANSON
“Europe?”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, them!”
Once Steven Brody is inside the ring, he calls for a microphone and comes to the center of the ring. He waits for the music to die down and for the audience to calm themselves before he speaks.
CROWD
“BRO-DY!”
“BRO-DY!”
“BRO-DY!”
“BRO-DY!”
“Thank you. Thank you very much.” Steven Brody remarks, raising a hand to ask for silence before he continues. “Well, if I’m not mistaken, I’d say you folks are enjoying tonight’s show, so far.” The crowd responds with a pop. Brody smirks at the reaction, waiting for them to quiet down again and continues. “So as you know we had a little incident last week. For lack of a better term, our roster took a major hit and we said goodbye to fifteen very talented individuals from both the men's and women’s roster. This included champions of ours that simply vacated their titles. Left me in sort of a bind as to what to do, but I figured it out because, hey. That’s my job.” Steven Brody can’t help but give a little smirk and shrug as fans applaud, honestly, how the Commissioner handled the situation in such a short amount of time.
“So we’ve more or less handled the matter of the singles titles that were left vacant. However it leaves us with the matter of the Tag Team Titles, formerly held by the McKeesport Mafia. There’s also the matter of the Burning Hearts Titles but that, I’ll get to later. Right now, however, I’d like to ask two tag teams to come to the ring, at this time. First, give it up for the Mixed Tag Team Champions. Vincent Stone and Erin Mercer. Kicks & Stones, ladies and gentlemen!”
P.O.D’s “Southtown” came on over the speakers and the fans gave a huge pop as the video wall came to life with the highlight reel for Kicks & Stones. Through the curtain came Erin Mercer and Vincent Stone. Both dressed casually as neither were competing tonight but had been asked by the Commissioner to be present. The two made their way down the ramp, slapping hands with the audience as they carried the Mixed Tag Team Titles on their shoulders. The two get into the ring and each take a corner to amp up the crowd. They step back down to the mat and join the Commissioner at his side; each taking a moment to shake his hand before standing by.
Steven Brody raises the microphone again and turns to Kicks & Stones. “Thank you both for being here.” He turns back to the crowd. “And now, I’d like to ask that the Women’s Tag Team Champions, Bloody Fairytale please come down to the ring.”
A string of mostly boos came from the crowd as Coheed and Cambria’s “The Dark Sentencer” played. Women’s Tag Team Champions, Christina Olson and Lilith Meadows - collectively known as Bloody Fairytale - make their way down to the ring. Christina talks trash to their haters the whole way down, throwing one guy a middle finger. Lilith Meadows, recently more colder and cynical simply ignores the jeers with a stoic look on her face as she carries her half of the titles on her shoulder. Christina raises hers up over head, and flips the crowd off with her other hand. Once both women are in the ring, Christina gloats more before turning her attention on Kicks & Stones. More specifically, Erin Mercer. She starts jack jawing at the other redhead. Vincent Stone calmly holds Erin Mercer back with an arm in front of her as the woman looks like she’s about to get up in Christina Olson’s face. Christina does step up, however, getting in Erin’s face before Steven Brody is able to nudge her back to keep the two teams apart.
“All of you, please. Calm down. Please.” Steven Brody says calmly as the music fades out again. The Commissioner stands between the two tag teams as a sort of mediator as he continues speaking. “Christina, Lilith, thank you for being here.” He turns back to the crowd. “So here you have it, folks. The Mixed Tag Team Champions. The Women’s Tag Team Champions. The vacant Tag Team Championships, that represented the men’s tag roster. Three divisions, separated by different regulations based on who can compete in each. But as professional wrestling evolves, tag team wrestling reaches new heights. New breakthroughs. Meanwhile, for a company that goes by New Frontier, I realize we’re kinda stuck in the past aren’t we?” He waits for the crowd to react, then looks to both tag teams. For once, both teams look like they agree and give small shrugs.
Steven Brody continues. “So after some thought the past few days, I’ve come to the decision that it is time for New Frontier Wrestling to get with the times. It is time for us to evolve! So, it is my pleasure to announce to everyone. To you the fans. To both these tag teams here who put their hearts and bodies out here every time they compete. To every tag team unit in the back right now. It is my pleasure to announce the MERGING of the NFW tag team divisions!” The crowd gives an excited, surprised pop.
AUGUSTINO
“WHAT?!”
HANSON
“WOW!!! Talk about big news!”
AUGUSTINO
“Every tag team is gonna be able to compete against each other, no matter what?!”
HANSON
“It happens elsewhere! Why not here?!”
“No longer will they be separated by men’s teams...women’s teams...mixed teams. These three rosters will merge into a single division where any tag team of any combination of competitors! We’re not the first promotion to do it and we certainly won’t be last. But it’s time for some changes in this company. All tag teams. Intergender. Intermixed. One tag team division. Which brings me to you four.” Steven Brody looks between Bloody Fairytale and Kicks & Stones. “The current Women’s Tag Team Champions and the Mixed Tag Team Champions. Vince. Erin. You two have been chomping at the bit to defend those belts but there’s just been no other mixed teams to step up.” Brody turns to Bloody Fairytale then. “Christina. Lilith. You said you two would be willing to fight anybody, no matter what. Why, you even named the McKeesport Mafia as dream opponents. I’m actually sorry we won’t see that. But what we will see is the crowning of the new tag team champions, because next week, when Collision returns with episode fifty one...in the main event...Bloody Fairytale and Kicks & Stones will face off against each other. These two championships will merge.” He gestured between the Women’s Tag and Mixed Tag titles. “The vacant Tag Team Championships will merge with them. And the winner of the match will be crowned the new NFW World Tag Team Champions! Good luck to the four of you!” Steven Brody passes the microphone off to Roger Arden outside of the ring. Without him there, Erin Mercer and Christina Olson get in each other’s faces. Christina raises her belt up, confidently over head. Erin reaches up and clinks hers against it with a sarcastic look as if to say ‘look at that! I got one too!’
HANSON
“Holy cow! Bloody Fairytale and Kicks & Stones are gonna merge all three championships together next week! A sole tag team division!”
AUGUSTINO
“That’ll be good, Nick! Think of all the matchups we got waiting for us! And it’s almost time for the annual tag team tournament!”
HANSON
“Oh can’t wait for that! I guess that means there’s gonna be one single tournament to decide the number one contenders at WrestleWar! Wow!”
Meanwhile, as Christina and Erin jaw back and forth, Lilith Meadows stares coldly right at Vincent Stone. Stone stands his ground against the woman that’s actually just about as tall as he is. They’re practically nose to nose as the camera cuts away.
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*A crudely handmade sign fills the screen. Seemingly made at a 6th grade arts and crafts table, it reads: "ADVENTURES OF A CANADIAN LUMBERJACK" In the background, barely audible, plays "Tom Sawyer" by Rush. As the sign is removed from the lens, Rick Dickulous stands with a smile on his face, a thumb up, and brandishing an axe in the other hand which rests on his shoulder. He's outdoors, in a woodlot or forest, a few trees have been felled and sectioned, ready to be chopped*
"We're on, right bud?"
*A hand extends from behind the camera with a thumb up*
"Awesome!"
*He sets one of the stumps up as a makeshift chopping block, then grabs another, setting atop the first. He rests the axe against the stack before turning back to the camera, which zooms in on his face...then readjusts...then out of focus again...then finally in focus - almost as if the cameraman had little to no experience*
"I've been doing a shit ton of training over the last few weeks. I even got some sparring in with Connor McGregor - did you guys see that? Like, seriously! Connor Mc-fucking-Gregor!"
"I taught him a few things...he taught me a few things...it was a helluva day. But, there was one thing he told me; something that really stuck in my head. He looked at me and he said: *Rick butchers an Irish accent* "Rick, ye fookin' giant bastard, ye just haff ta go back te yer roots. Back to wha made ye wanna trow dem hands, bro.""
*Rick reaches down and picks up the axe again, turning it in his hands...inspecting it. He checks the shaft for warping by looking down in, the finishes by checking the edge with his thumb, running it across the blade a few times and nodding*
"I dunno how right Connor was, but I'll be damned if I'm not gonna give it a try."
*He shrugs, turning to the stump stack and aiming the axe into the middle of the top one. He places his other hand on the handle, raising it before swiftly slamming the axe down through the top stump. Rick nods as he removes the axe from the bottom stump*
"I can see how this could be relaxing, really...but, relaxing isn't what I need..."
*He picks up another stump and places it in place of the last one. He reaches off camera and retrieves a stack of paper and a staple gun, setting them on the ground*
"I figured I'd need a little motivation...so I brought these. Let's see if this helps!"
*Rick steps in front of the camera, blocking the majority of view. Rustling of papers can be heard, a few seconds later the sound of four staples thunking into wood. As Rick steps back, a picture of Havok has been stapled to the log*
"See? Now, this might be a little better. This guy here, while I've never had an issue with him...he kinda crossed a line when he broke Willy's hand in that first match. You know what they say about messing with someone's family, right?"
*Rick raises the axe, and again slams it down. The camera shudders slightly, as Rick's axe slams all the way through both stumps, his face grimacing with intent as he used every ounce of power he could muster, as the axe buries itself into the dirt. He loosens his grip, staring into the camera*
"There are 7 other people in that ring tonight...which means there are 6 who need to be effectively eliminated - taken out, put to bed, counting lights, whatever you wanna say....but 6 need to be dealt with so that Havok can feel what it's like to be the hunted. Don't fuck with family, bud...family fucks you."
*Rick smiles*
"We'll see y'all tonight...one of you much more than the rest."
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The scene opens up backstage where Amy Conners is standing by.
“Ladies and gentlemen my guest at this time, Cali-Kate.”
Cali-Kate walks forward onscreen with a towel around her neck and a smile on her face.
“Cali-Kate, you just picked up your official debut victory in NFW. How do you feel about that?”
“I can't honestly say I'm not super fucking excited about it. Every time I step into the ring I do my best to give 200% to myself, my opponent and the fans because they all deserve it. And this week, well it was a damn upturn and hopefully a sign of things to come.”
“Indeed. And what are your plans in NFW moving forward?”
“What everyone else's are of course, take my competition to another level. You see, people look at us as athletes in a sport that normally tries to get damn close to the big macho man inspiration and then they see someone like me and think well how can she possibly compete? Simple, because I can and I do. I am at the level cap where I came from and now it's time to get the expansion pack and move on. In simpler language, I got as far as I could before. Now it's time to go farther. And that means, Game Start bitches.”
“Thank you Cali-Kate.”
Kate nods as she heads off camera leaving Amy to watch as she goes.
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[Match 4. 8 Person Tables/Ladders/Chairs Match For The Vacant Silver Mountain Championship!]
[Anton Crowley. Rick Dickulous. Havok. Nico Salvatore. Adrianna Salvatore. River Chance. Morgan Payne. Eavan Maloney]
Waiting inside the ring, Roger Arden stands prepared with the microphone, announcing the next match.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match! AND it is for the vacant Silver Mountain Championship!”
The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hushed voice echoing through the arena.
“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society
Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”
A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley standing on the ramp, for once, by himself whereas Eavan Maloney would usually be with him. He lifts his head from looking at the floor, sneering evilly. He starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.
AUGUSTINO
“So fucking hot.”
HANSON
“Oh jeez….”
“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”
ARDEN
“Introducing first! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds! Residing in New Orleans, Louisiana! He is the Demon Prince...ANTON...CROWLEY!”
As Anton walks the arena lights go full red. Anton ascends the steps and hops over the top rope, coming to stand in the center of the ring, sneering at the camera.
“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”
As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, removing his entrance attire.
As a chainsaw roars to life over the stadium speakers, red light bathes the crowd as it roars in approval. Rick Dickulous steps through the curtain, his trademark smile beaming across his face as he plays the crowd from the stage. Before heading down the ramp, glowing white, Rick shoots finger guns at the ring and a thumbs up. As he makes his way to the ring, he stops to high five fans and take selfies with phones from audience members.
ARDEN
“AND...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at three hundred and seventy eight pounds! Representing one half of the Turn-It-Up Express! RICK...DICKULOUS!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Whoooo!!! Former champion right there! Hey, do ya think they call him Big Dick Rick?”
HANSON
“I’d...rather not think about that….”
AUGUSTINO
“Such a prude.”
Upon reaching the ring, Rick takes a deep breath, nods as he utters a few words, then steps up onto the apron from the floor, pulling himself up with the top rope. He steps over the ropes and walks to the centre of the ring, again flashing a thumbs up to the camera before high fiving the referee and making his way to his corner.
As the music starts, the lights dim down leaving the arena in a darkened state as a police spotlight sweeps over the audience.
Yeah! Uhm. Look!
Pockets looking cakey like these bummy bitches make up
It's room service bitch, the game requested that it get waked up!
See all I see is paper like my secretary's staplers
So if this was yo job, then I'm thinkin' your about to get a pay cut!
This my lane so fuck road rage, fuck yo anger!
I swear they really wanna cuff this pretty young thing, like a bailiff!
Plus I'm cute
And I be killing games since way back when it was Sega!
I be repping Texas but I'm so Cali like a Laker
The spotlight finally falls on the top of the stairs where the camera falls on Morgan Payne, clad up in her full ring gear. Leather jacket, worn Steelers cap worn backwards. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to her sudden appearance among them. Some cheer her while others boo her in general principal of who she's affiliated with. Morgan doesn't care, obviously, as she looks around at the audience with a stoic expression that slowly curls into a sly smirk. She starts moving down the steps towards the ground level, briefly mouthing the lyrics into the camera as she descends the steps.
ARDEN
“AND...representing The Kingdom! From ‘Da Burgh’! MORGAN...PAYNE!!”
Yeah, yeah I'm kind of cocky
When it come to what I'm made of
Cause we, we ain't the same
And they don't want you from the waist up!
You the cookie cutter type and they call me the baker!
And all I see is numbers, numbers, numbers like a pager
I kill em and collect em
Watch me murder grass pesos
I swear you got to feel where the fuck I'm coming from like a taser
Cause if she fuck with me
Then not even the captain finna save her!
These bitches thinking they beefing
Fuck around and get fed, laid up!
Morgan moves down the steps as the camera stays with her. As she gets closer and closer to the bottom, she starts shaking out her fists at her side, loosening up for the upcoming match. As moves towards the barricade, fans on the ends of the aisles excitedly offer out their plastic cups of beer. At one point, Morgan randomly stops and accepts a cup from one fan and slams the entire thing back. She chugs down most of it with a little but dribbling down her chin and neck. She then tosses the cup over her shoulder, and gives daps to the fan she got the beer from. She continues her way down the stairs until she gets to the bottom. Now, her focus is honed in on the ring as she picks up the pace into a brisk, all business walk towards the barrier and hops right over it.
I be looking, looking, looking
I don't see no difference!
Cookie, cookie, cookie
All these cookie cutter bitches!
Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches
Oh cookie cutter bitches!
And I be looking, looking, looking
I don't see no difference!
Cookie, cookie, cookie
All these cookie cutter bitches!
Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches!
Oh cookie cutter bitches!
Morgan stalks her way around the ring as the song continues, before climbing up onto the apron and entering through the top and middle ropes where she then hops on the balls of her feet inside the ring, rolling her neck. She's so amped up, the referee has to make her stop while they check her gloves and kneepads before she removes her jacket, flannel shirt from around her waist and her Steelers cap, handing it off to the attendant on the outside. She squats and leans forward, resting her elbows on her thighs as she rocks side to side on her feet, ready and waiting....
Bullet For My Valentine’s cover of “No Easy Way Out” fills the arena as the crowd begins to cheer the signs come out. The cheers soar even higher as the lyrics start and River Chance comes walking through the curtain, all business. Ready and focused. Cool as a cucumber. While she receives a huge welcome from the crowd, the young woman simply looks around at them without much of a reaction outside of an innocent, sweet little smile. Just a faint one visible on her lips as she checks her wrist tape and starts down towards the ring at a calm but brisk walk.
ARDEN
“And...from Ann Arbor, Michigan...RIVER...CHANCE!!!!”
Remaining calm, and actually almost emotionless, River Chance reaches the ring and climbs the steps, entering the ring before coming to the center of the ring. Here, is where she shows more personality and smirks sweetly to the audience, flexing her muscular arms. As her music fades, River moves to her corner, pulling on the ropes and doing some last minute warmup to stay loose.
The lights in the arena flicker out. The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth in from space as Mushroomhead's "Sun Doesn't Rise" begins to play. As it does, the vignette depicts a flaming meteor hurtling towards the planet.
~Some kind of evidence....~
~Some kind of reason....~
~Why I can't find a way....~
~To begin my life....~
The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.
~Somewhere in this dying day....~
~If I can only find a way for my own escape....~
~I find it hard to concentrate with all my past mistakes....~
~TO BEGIN MY LIFE!!~
From a bird's eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth's surface, just as the song picks up, causing a fiery flash on the screen and the vignette switches to grainy, black and white images of Adrianna Salvatore's most brutal match highlights, mixed in with closeups of her rather deranged smile and menacing sneer. In the pitch black arena, lights on the stage come on, flashing and flickering. They illuminate a silhouette standing calmly in a hooded vest. Due to the lights positioning, all we see is the solid black outline, obscuring the lights behind it. As the chorus hits, the lights switch, coming on to light up the stage and ramp in a soft white but still leaving the arena dark. We see the figure in detail now as Adrianna Salvatore lifts her head and stares down at the ring from under her hood. She has that same sneer on her face as in her vignette. She steps forward, approaching the ring with a sense of purpose in her steps.
ARDEN
“From Brooklyn, New York!! Representing The Unwanted!! She is the Queen of Anarchy...ADRIIIAAANNAAAAAAAAA....SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Adrianna reaches ringside and runs up onto the apron, kneeling upon it on one knee. Now, we see that wicked smile of hers as she licks her teeth. She turns around on the apron, skillfully and slides herself in, backwards under the bottom rope. Standing to her feet, Adrianna moves to a turnbuckle and climbs up. She throws back her hood as she bends forward and does a circular headbang to the music. After a few seconds, she throws her hair back with a wide eyed, wild smile on her face, amping up the fans. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, she removes her vest, folds it and carefully hands it to the timekeeper before preparing for the match.
The lights dimmed down as the building intro to As I Lay Dying’s “Redefined” came through the speakers.
I refuse to let go of the memories!
As the full guitar riff and drums kick in, the lights around the ramp and stage take on a white, flashing effect as the familiar video reel for Havok plays. Intercut with flashes of the Renegade logo, the masked man is seen in obscured shots, lifting weights, smashing cinder blocks with his fists, and clawing at his head as he rocks back and forth in the corner of an old, abandoned, dirty asylum cell.
'Cause they've changed everything inside of me!
If I could go back now to save myself at loss
Substanceless character brought back would be the cost
The curtain on the stage parts and the fans erupt into a shower of boos as James Reynolds comes casually walking out onto the stage. Dressed in his usual black attire of jeans, Italian boots, a t-shirt and his leather jacket. Even in the arena, the man wears sunglasses. The main focus, however, is on the massive figure behind him as the 6’3”, 265lb Havok comes walking right on his heels. Chain dangling around his neck and clenched by the ends in both hands. Havok comes to stand beside James Reynolds as both look down towards the ring. Jim Reynolds’ nonchalant frown curls into a tiny smirk.
Agony today
Is tomorrow's strength
So don't run away
'Cause misery is…
Havok rolls his shoulders and flexes his hands around his chain as he stands there, watching the ring. He briefly turns towards James Reynolds as the man points down towards the ring, mouthing instructions under the music. Finally, Reynolds slaps Havok in the chest and the masked monster begins storming down the ramp with his manager hot on his heels.
ARDEN
“Being accompanied to the ring by James Reynolds...weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds...HAVOK!!!!”
Evolving into something that we can't see
Evolving and becoming, transforming
So don't run away
The pain can never be erased
Remain and turn it into strength
Turn it into strength
Havok reaches the steps and burst up onto the apron before coming to the ropes, slingshotting himself over the top and landing on the balls of his feet, bouncing a few times as he stares directly across the ring. Jim Reynolds joins him up on the apron and gives him a few last words before taking his chain and handing it off to the time keeper. Reynolds grabs Havok by the head, staring him in the eyes as he says something and gives the man an encouraging slap on the shoulder. Havok nods and turns his murderous gaze back towards his opponents.
The lights dim as the notes to I Prevail’s “Bow Down” fills the arena. The titan tron comes to life with the familiar image of the gladiator helmet from the vignettes seen previously over the week.
GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW...DOOOOOWN!
As the song reaches the 0:11 second mark, the words 'GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN' appear in sync with the song before the words 'GOD OF WRESTLING' appear, trembling in red on the tron wall. Through the curtain, walks Nico Salvatore, shaking out his fists beside him as he scowls down at the ring. Coming to the center of the stage, he hops on the balls of his feet before throwing a punch to the air and giving a yell, walking briskly down the ramp.
ARDEN
“And! Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds: he is the Urban Gladiator...the God of Wrestling...NICO -- SALVA-TOREEEEEE!!”
As his name is announced, Nico Salvatore starts talking trash to the camera about his opponent in tonight's match. At the end of his rant, he can clearly be heard saying "--get ready to bow down, bitch!"
Nico reaches the ring, taking a knee at the steps like a gladiator praying to the gods before a fight in the coliseum. He then pounds his fist against his chest and raises it and his gaze to the air before running up the steps and jumping over the top rope. Immediately, he crosses the ring and hops up onto the middle turnbuckle to observe the audience again. He still doesn’t look too pleased with what he sees.
Stepping down to the mat, Nico pulls off his t-shirt and discards it to the outside floor as his music fades out and he turns towards the stage; the man awaiting his opponent as he hunches forward in a poised position, idly rocking side to side on his legs as he eyes the stage with hardened, focused intensity.
HANSON
“Alright then Miranda...you ready for this?”
AUGUSTINO
“FUCKING RIGHT I AM!!! LET’S GO HOUSE CROWLEY!!!”
The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about ten seconds as the opening of "Are You Ready?" by Disturbed plays.
“ARE YOU READY?”
Eavan Maloney walks out dressed in long pants and a crop top, her bright pink hair bouncing as she hops about and poses with one hand raised with devil horns. She's bouncing on the stage, her arm up in the air, as David Draiman is singing "get up, get up", rallying the crowd up with the entrance. A brief cut to the announce table shows Miranda Augustino, standing on her chair, pumping her fist in the air with Eavan. Eavan looks a little less energetic than she did in the beginning of the night. Her hair is still damp probably from cooling herself with water and she carries an ice pack in her hand.
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
ARDEN
“AND...residing in New Orleans, Louisnana! Representing House Crowley! The Demon Warrior...EAVAN...MAAAAALONEEEEEEEEY!”
Eavan walks down the ramp with determination in her eyes, holding the ice pack to her neck until she gets down to ringside before she discards it to the side and slides in under the ropes, propping her chin on her hands, sticking her tongue out and kicking her feet. It’s that mix if adorable and mischievous all in one. She looks directly at Anton, blows a kiss and waves. Anton stands back in his corner with an adoring, amused smirk on his face.
“Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be strong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone
Who cannot be preyed upon”
Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off his shoulders. They touch foreheads before separating to different parts of the ring.
All eight competitors are in the ring as they look up at the vacant Silver Mountain Champion and the bell sounds. As soon as it does, all seven people go right after Havok. They all gather around and start to beat away. Havok drops down to a knee as they continue, but eventually, Havok explodes back up to his feet, sending the other seven stumbling back. Rick comes charging in at Havok first, but he’s caught with a stiff forearm that stumbles him back. Next, Adrianna comes in after Havok who just picks her up and delivers a massive choke slam. Morgan and Eavan look at each other and nod as they come at Havok together and deliver a double kick to the midsection that doubles Havok over. They grab him and look for a double suplex, but Havok counters it and instead lifts the two ladies up and over with a double vertical suplex of his own. Finally, Anton comes in and starts to stomp away at Havok who is down on the mat. Havok makes it up to his feet and sends Anton into the ropes. Anton comes off and Havok just drops him with a big boot. Havok lets out a guttural scream as the crowd boos him.
HANSON
“MY!!! GOD!!! The monster, Havok!!! He’s cleaning house less than a minute into this match!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah but he ain’t done yet!!!”
At ringside, James Reynolds is pacing behind the safety of the barricade in front of the announce table, slapping the railing with amped up approval.
“YES!!!! THAT’S WHAT THE FUCK I’M TALKING ABOUT!!! GET SOME, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!” James yells up to the ring, punching his palm.
HANSON
“Well, Jim’s amped up!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nevermind that shit! Here comes Nico!”
Nico charges in and is taken down by a chokeslam by Havok. River is next and she just eats a monstrous clothesline that sends Havok rolling to the mat while River is sent flipping ‘inside out’. Havok begins to get back up to his feet and as he does this, Rick slides back into the ring with a steel chair and just lays it into the back of Havok.
AUGUSTINO
“AYE!!! AND THERE’S A CHAIR SHOT FROM BIG RICK!!”
HANSON
“Can it slow Havok down?!”
Rick swings the chair repeatedly until Havok is down to his knees. Rick then comes around and lifts the chair up and swings it, cracking it against the skull of Havok who falls to the mat. As Rick turns around though, Eavan is up on the top rope. Eavan launches herself and delivers a missile dropkick to Rick that drops him to the mat. Morgan slides into the ring and grabs Eavan and delivers a German Suplex, keeping her hands locked as she picks Eavan up and delivers a second and then a third with a release this time. Morgan stands up and as she does, Adrianna is behind her with a chair set up. Morgan turns around and charges at Adrianna, but Adrianna hits a drop toe hold driving Morgan face first into the chair. Adrianna then grabs Morgan and delivers a pumphandle slam. Adrianna picks up the chair and folds it up as Anton now rolls back into the ring. Adrianna swings the chair wildly and Anton is able to duck under it before delivering a roundhouse kick that drives the chair into the face of Adrianna.
HANSON
“OHHHH!! AND DOWN GOES ADRIANNA SALVATORE FROM THAT CHAIR TO THE FACE!!”
AUGUSTINO
“BIG PAPI, BABY!!!”
Nico and River are in the ring now, facing off with each other. Nico delivers a few strikes to River who doesn’t seem too phased by them. River just grabs Nico and pulls him into a clothesline. River picks Nico up by the wrist and goes for another short armed clothesline, but Nico ducks under it and delivers an arm drag. He picks River up onto his shoulders and goes for GFY, but River squirms out and delivers a kick to the midsection of Nico before lifting him up and hitting a running, sitout powerbomb. River gets up to her feet and Eavan is up on the ring apron. River charges in and delivers a shoulder to the midsection that drops Eavan back down onto the floor. Morgan is in the ring and as River turns around, Morgan grabs her and delivers vertical suplex. Adrianna comes into the ring, but before she can get going, Morgan charges and delivers a clothesline that causes both women to spill to the outside.
HANSON
“CACTUS CLOTHESLINE TO THE OUTSIDE FROM MORGAN PAYNE!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nick, I just realized the side disadvantage Mami is at in this match. Even the rest of the women here are some built girls.”
HANSON
“She’s gonna have to use her size and speed to prevail here.”
AUGUSTINO
“She can do it. I know she can! Whether it’s her or Papi, House Crowley’s bringing that belt home!”
Anton rolls out of the ring and helps Eavan up to her feet. The two look at each other and nod their heads as Eavan starts to search under the ring and pulling out a table. Eavan slides it in and follows behind it as she props it up against the corner. Havok rolls into the ring and as he does, Anton comes in with a ladder in hand and drives it face first into the monster. Havok stumbles back, but not down. Anton once again charges at Havok and drives the ladder into the face of Havok who now drops. Eavan climbs to the top rope and launches herself to the outside onto Morgan, and Adrianna who are fighting it out on the floor. Eavan drops the two of them with a corkscrew moonsault.
HANSON
“HERE COMES EAVAN! LOOK OUT!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“FLY MAMI, YOU SEXY BITCH!!”
Anton begins to set up the ladder in the middle of the ring. He gets it set up and begins to start climbing up. As he does, Rick slides into the ring and grabs Anton by the leg. He pulls Anton down off the ladder and pulls Anton towards the corner with the table and takes him overhead with a belly to belly suplex that crashes Anton through the table.
AUGUSTINO
“PAPACITO!!! OH SHIT!!!!”
HANSON
“Miranda, can you show a little unbiasedness here?”
AUGUSTINO
“I do show unbiasedness! With two exceptions! And they’re both in this match!”
HANSON
“Oh brother….”
Rick gets up and as he does, Morgan is in the ring with a chair of her own. Rick makes it to his feet and Morgan takes the chair, driving it into the midsection of Rick doubling him over. Morgan takes the chair and lifts it high and swings it down repeatedly over the back of Rick and dropping him to a knee. Morgan lays the chair down on the mat and grabs Rick by the head and neck and delivering a DDT right onto the chair. Morgan looks around and Adrianna is up to her feet. Adrianna goes to try and get into the ring, but Morgan delivers Tastes like Timbaland Boot, Bitch as Adrianna is coming through the ropes. Morgan sees her chance and the ladder set up in the middle of the ring. Morgan begins her ascent up the ladder and as she does, Eavan gets up on the apron and springboards her way onto the opposite side of the ladder.
HANSON
“Oh watch out now! Morgan Payne and Eavan Maloney both going up the ladder!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hurry up Mami! She’s almost there! Stop her!”
Eavan meets Morgan at the top of the ladder. The two women start to exchange lefts and rights. Morgan delivers a stiff right hand that staggers Eavan before she comes back with a right of her own that staggers Morgan, almost causing her to drop from the ladder. The two continue to exchange strikes before Havok comes into the ring and just lifts the ladder up off the mat and dumps both out of the ring and causing them to crash onto the floor. Havok turns around as Anton comes charging in and delivers a spear that crashes Havok down to the mat and the ladder on top of him. Rick rolls in and delivers a running senton driving the ladder into Havok.
AUGUSTINO
“HOLY SHIT!!!!!”
HANSON
“AND RICK DICKULOUS SACRIFICES PART OF HIS BODY JUST TO DO DAMAGE TO AN UNSTOPPABLE MACHINE!!! MY GOD!!!”
Rick and Anton now square off in the ring and the two men stare each other down for a moment before pointing up at the title. Nico rolls into the ring and gets in between both men and delivers a series of forearms that alternates between the two of them. Anton and Rick look at each other and both deliver a forearm to Nico before grabbing him and delivering a double vertical suplex. The two men meet up and lock up. Rick goes behind and picks Anton up and just slams him into the mat. Rick picks Anton up and sends him into the ropes. Anton comes off the ropes and ducks under a clothesline by Rick. Anton hits the ropes again and this time delivers a jumping forearm smash that staggers Rick. Anton then goes into a series of strikes hitting Lingchi. Rick drops down to his knees and Anton grabs a chair that’s in the ring and props it against Rick’s head. Anton backs up and delivers Ad Stellam Matutinam right into the chair, driving it into the face of Rick.
HANSON
“AD STELLAM MATUTINAM AND RICK IS DOWN!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“YES!!!”
Havok rolls into the ring and Anton goes for a spear, but Havok delivers a kick to the shoulder of Anton and then grabs Anton and delivers The Disasterpiece! Havok roars as the crowd starts to boo him. Jim is ringside yelling at Havok to grab the ladder and start climbing. Havok sees the ladder in the ring and sets it up. Havok begins to climb. On the outside we see Morgan and Eavan finishing setting up four tables, two deep stacked on top of each other. As they do, they both see Havok almost to the title and both dive into the ring and start to tip the ladder. It’s like the ladder was tipping in slow motion, but Eavan and Morgan eventually get it over and Havok goes flying out of the ring and crashing through the four tables!
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!”
HANSON
“OH!!! MY!!!! GOD!!!! HAVOK JUST FELL, IT HAD TO BE TWENTY FEET THROUGH THE TABLES!! HE MIGHT BE OUT!!! THE MONSTER MIGHT BE DONE!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“How do ya kill a Monster, Nick?! Just ask Eavan and Morgan!!!!”
Morgan and Eavan look at each other and once again start brawling it out. Anton rolls into the ring to help out Eavan, but Morgan is able to hold them off and hits the ropes, taking both down as she hits the ropes and delivers a jumping clothesline. Morgan screams out as the crowd gets behind her a little bit. She picks both Eavan and Anton up and first, places Eavan onto her shoulders. Then, she grabs Anton and puts him on her shoulders as well.
HANSON
“Oh my god, what the hell?!?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Whatchu doin’ Morgan?! Put them down!! Now!!”
HANSON
“Uhh, Miranda! That might be a very poor choice of words! She’s not gonna...no way! She’s not gonna go for Downtown After Dark on both of them is she?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Correction! GENTLY put them do---”
Morgan takes a few steps to balance herself before she takes both Anton and Eavan and delivers a Death Valley Driver to the two of them. She then grabs the ladder and sets it up. She begins her climb towards the gold. The crowd swells as Morgan gets there, reaching up for the title and then grabbing it. As she does though, Anton is up to his feet and grabs the ladder, trying to pull it out from under Morgan. Morgan tries to hold onto the ladder with her feet, but she grabs onto the apparatus suspending the Silver Mountain Championship as the ladder is pulled out from under her. She hangs there as Adrianna climbs to the top rope and Morgan is swinging away on the championship. Adrianna notices this and shrugs her shoulders as she launches herself, hitting the MOAB Launcher on Morgan, both women crashing down hard onto the mat.
CROWD
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
“HOLY SHIT!”
HANSON
“AS GOD IS MY WITNESS!! ADRIANNA SALVATORE MIGHT BE OUT OF HER DAMN MIND!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Are they dead?!”
HANSON
“I hope not!”
Rick comes back into the ring as Anton is trying to set the ladder back up. Anton turns around into Rick who grabs him and delivers Timber! Rick doesn’t stop there though as he looks around and sees everyone still down and out. He picks Anton up and delivers Misery Whip! Now that he thinks he has the opening, Rick starts the climb up the ladder. Rick reaches out, just fingertips away as the crowd begins to really swell at this point. River comes back into the ring, climbing up the ladder to meet Rick at the top. The two start to exchange strikes before River drives Rick face first into the top of the ladder. Rick staggers and almost falls off the ladder. River climbs to the top of the ladder and climbs down behind Rick and grabs him, delivering a sitout powerbomb!
AUGUSTINO
“Whatchu doin’ Riv?!”
HANSON
“Nononononononono---DEAR GOD!!! RIVER CHANCE WITH A POWERBOMB OFF THE LADDER TO RICK DICKULOUS!!”
Nico sees the opening and slides back into the ring. Nico begins to climb the ladder, but Eavan is there to meet him. The two battle on the ladder and Eavan is able to eventually deliver the NOLA Makeover from the ladder on Nico.
HANSON
“NOLA MAKEOVER OFF OF THE LADDER?!?! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Simón, carnal!!! THAT’S MY BAD BITCH!!”
Rick now begins to stir once again as he and River continue to fight a little bit. Rick eventually grabs River and delivers Misery Whip before starting his climb once again. The crowd begins to swell once more as the other seven competitors are laid out around the ring and on the outside. Rick climbs, slowly, but with purpose. He makes it back up to the top and reaches out, unhooking the Silver Mountain Championship! The bells sounds as Rick straddles the ladder and raises the Silver Mountain Championship in the air with a look of pain and exhaustion on his face as the crowd goes absolutely wild for the man an the rest of the competitors in this match that laid it all out on the line.
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! AAAAND NEEEEEW SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION!! RICK...DICKULOUS!!!!”
HANSON
“One hell of a match, wasn’t it, Miranda?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah. I gotta say he wasn’t my pick but damned if all eight of these competitors didn’t bust ass tonight!! Oh well! Just means I get to make Mami and Papi feel better later!”
HANSON
“Oh for the love of….”
Winner: Rick Dickulous (New Silver Mountain Champion)
Result: ----
Time: 45:18
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The scene opens up live right by a huge olympic sized pool inside the pacial estate of the one and only Trillion Dollar Princess Angel Kash. Who was lounging by the pool sipping on some champagne in a gold bikini and matching gold sunglasses which matched her nails. The smug socialite had a huge smile on her face as soon as she spotted the camera but it quickly became more of a smirk. As she began to speak in her normal tone.
“NFW, you know how lucky you are I mean you should know. Look at your biggest signing ever! The one and only Trillion Dollar Princess the true face of the women's division I mean just by me being here you have had more attention toward the women's division than ever before. More than that freak Cali Kate, or the “Kingdom” could ever draw.”
Angel scoffs in a bitchy manner snapping her finger after finishing off her glass the staff member gets handed the glass. As Angel waves him off not wanting to see him for much longer, as she then returns her gaze to the camera.
“But finally you can see me live; yes all of you lower life losers sitting in your crappy apartments, or well let's face it you all probably live in your mother's basements; why? Because you are all a bunch of losers. Sorry not sorry, but thats okay why because you get to bask in the presence of a winner for once in your sad lives you get to see what a true woman looks like a woman that isn’t Frankie Steel.”
Angel scoffs, as the champagne is returned to her as she takes it. However, she eyes the staff member who is just standing in place and says.
“What? Get moving god like you know how much it thrills me when the help thinks it gets to be in front of the camera. Now go walk Precious and make sure she is taken care of I don’t want my dog even near common street trash mutts understand me? NOW MOVE IT!”
Angel yells loudly as the staff member leaves without a word as Angel sips her champagne smirking proud of herself.
“Anyway where was I? Now when you look at Frankie Steel you see someone much like all of you: fat, disgusting, gross, and lower class. You see a “woman” and I use that term loosely who probably goes to the lowest end dive bars, drinks beers and acts like one of the guys then cries herself to sleep when she gets home why? Because no one wants her. And who can blame them have you seen her? And then she jumps in my mentions? Please your fifteen seconds of fame are gonna be over.”
Angel laughs loudly before sipping her champagne.
“See while your stumbling around thinking that you are a werstler, a star but rather than that your a fat loser. No one wants you sweetie but you already know that your a low life but that is the perfect representation for the NFW fans. They are like you but you won’t be facing gutter trash like Payne no instead you get to face me. Now look at you, then look at me and the differences become apparent.”
Angel smirks showing herself off a bit for the camera.
“Drink it in see I am high class, I have beauty, and I am also have the brains, and the talent that back it up. I am the total package of what a woman and a wrestler should be despite what jealous peasants say they can’t help but keep my name in their mouths why? Because they are obsessed with me. And can you blame them? Because I can’t. So its a tale of two different things and in this match as in life the high society will always win out. The one percent will always get their way and nothing you can do about it.”
Angel smirks sipping more of her champagne before speaking in a smug tone this time lifting up her sunglasses so the cameras get a look at her bright blue eyes.
“So Frankie you will learn a harsh life lesson that Angel Kash gets have her cake and eat it too. Sorry not sorry peasant.”
Angel blows a smug kiss toward the camera as the scene fades to black.
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[Match 5. QUEEN OF THE FRONTIER FINALS! Cherry Addams (A Block) v. Jasmine Matthews (B Block) ]
Inside the ring, Roger Arden stands ready with the microphone.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your semi-main event! And it is the Queen of the Frontier FINALS MATCH!!”
The crowd pops for a moment.
ARDEN
“The winner of this match will go to WrestleWar XVI to face the NFW Women’s World Champion!”
The lights go out as “Summer Breeze” by Type O Negative comes on through the speakers. The lights come on around the ramp and stage as a dark, eerie red shade. Almost reaching violet as candles light up along the stage and a glowing red pentagram lights up on the center of the stage. Each point of the pentagram has a burning candle on the end. Throughout the audience, lighters are seen, helping to set the mood of the scene.
See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright
As the lyrics start, the center of the pentagram is revealed, upon closer inspection, to be hollowed out. Suddenly, however, it is slowly filled as the panel below raises up, bringing “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams, up onto the stage. Cherry is crouched but once the panel is raised in place, she slowly, sensually, stands to her feet, slowly spreading out her arms like a demon stretching her arms upon her ascent to Earth.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
ARDEN
“Introducing first!! From The Endless Void!!! She is the Queen of the Frontier tournament’s A Block winner! The Walking Contradiction!! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”
Cherry Addams steps out of the pentagram, approaching the ring seductively and methodically as she watches the ring with a blood thirsty little smile on her lips.
See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor
Upon reaching the ring, Cherry climbs up onto the apron and flexibly slides under the bottom rope, moving to her corner.
The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. A eerie purple glow begins to appear on the stage as the guitar strums kick in the words "Even in these chains you can't stop me" repeated four times with a loud drum strike after each one. After the fourth the guitars and drums kick in full force and the words "The Fanged Rose" appears on the screen with the well known red eyes of the Matthews "Reptile" behind it.
"You see I am the wolf.
and this dirty little piggy
lives inside of me.
You see every and then
I forget which one I want
and which one I need.
I have come to realize
that both of them have become a necessity.
I now have come to realize
that I become which animal I choose to feed!"
As Maria shrieks the follow up The Fanged Rose comes through the curtain. The black coat buckled around her throat with the hood up shadowing her face. She steps to where the stage and the ramp meet she drops into a kneel with a hand on the ramp.
ARDEN
“AND...her opponent! Residing in Greensburo, North Carolina! She is the Queen of the Frontier tournament’s B Block winner! JASMINE! THE FANGED ROSE! MATTHEWS!”
"Even in these chains, you won't stop me!
Even in these chains, you won't break me!
Even in these chains, you won't take me!
Even in these chains, you won't hold me PIG!"
Each line she bobs lightly until the final word and Jasmine shoots up straight throwing the hood back from her face and letting out a bestial shriek before she sprints to the ring and sides under the ropes. She pops back up and marches to the turnbuckle where she climbs to the top, throws one leg over to balance herself and lifts a single fist into the air.
Jasmine and Cherry are in the ring, the finals of the Queen of the Frontier tournament ready to get underway.
~DING DING DING~
The bell sounds and the two women circle the ring. The keep their eyes locked on each other before locking up. Jasmine quickly breaks it and delivers a slap right to the cheek of of Cherry who just grins and Jasmine just grins right back. Cherry then delivers a forearm to the side of Jasmine’s head. Jasmine returns in kind with a knife edge chop to the chest of Cherry. The two women exchange shots back and forth for a little bit with Jasmine finally getting a the upper hand as she switches between chops and forearms. She backs Cherry into the corner finally and hops up to the second turnbuckle and starts to rain down punches as the crowd counts along. She gets to seven before Cherry just grabs Jasmine by the tights and walks out of the corner and delivers a powerbomb. Cherry though, hits the ropes and goes for a running senton, but Jasmine rolls out of the way as Cherry crashes to the mat.
HANSON
“OH!! Cherry went for broke and she came up short!”
AUGUSTINO
“Missed her mark, Nicky!”
Jasmine gets to her feet and delivers a well placed kick to the ribs of Cherry who rolls onto her stomach. Jasmine grabs Cherry and gets her onto all fours before she just starts to deliver knee strikes with her braced up knee to the ribs of her opponent. Jasmine follows it up by picking Cherry up and sending her into the corner. Jasmine charges in and delivers a dropkick before tossing Cherry out of the corner and then climbing to the middle rope and hitting another dropkick to the back and head of Cherry. Jasmine then hits the ropes and delivers a sliding lariat to her opponent before going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jasmine picks Cherry up and goes to send her into the ropes. Cherry reverses it though and Jasmine hits the ropes. Jasmine comes off the ropes and Cherry takes her down with a shoulder tackle. Cherry picks Jasmine up from the mat and scoops her up and slams her back down onto the mat. Cherry hits the ropes and hits a leg drop. Cherry picks Jasmine back up and once again sends her into the ropes. Jasmine though, holds onto the ropes and Cherry comes charging in, looking to deliver a clothesline, but Jasmine pulls down the top rope and sends Cherry spilling out to the floor.
HANSON
“AND WATCH OUT, HERE COMES CHERRY ONTO THE FLOOR!!!”
Jasmine hits the ropes and before Cherry can react, Jasmine comes flying through the middle and bottom rope and hits a Suicide Dive that drives Cherry back first into the barricade. There are a few fans that pat Jasmine on the back as she lands on her feet. She just backs off and flashes two middle fingers to the crowd who immediately begin to boo her. Jasmine just laughs as she walks around on the floor, savoring the boos just a little and as she does, Cherry has regained her senses and sends Jasmine into the steps. Jasmine hits the steps shoulder first and Cherry charges in, delivering a boot to the shoulder and arm that hit the steps. Jasmine screams in pain as she grabs her shoulder and Cherry just relishes it for a moment before picking the leader of The Kingdom up to her feet.
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhh, I think Cherry smells blood in the water Nick!”
HANSON
“That shoulder could cause Jasmine trouble in this match!”
Cherry holds Jasmine in her arms and drives her back first into the ring post. She does it a couple of more times before she just tosses Jasmine into the barricade. Cherry rolls into the ring, breaking the ref’s count and then comes back out onto the floor. As she picks Jasmine up, slams her onto the floor. Cherry picks Jasmine up and rolls her back inside the ring and follows in with a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry grabs Jasmine and pulls her up to her feet. She sends Jasmine into the corner and charges in, going for a corner splash, but Jasmine is able to get out of the way at the last moment. Jasmine turns Cherry around and takes a few steps back before coming in and delivering a running, rising knee under the chin of Cherry before sweeping the legs out from under her opponent and then hits the turnbuckle to the right of Cherry before charging in with a boot across the face. Jasmine grabs Cherry by the legs and pulls her out of the corner and once again climbs to the middle turnbuckle and jumping off, hitting a knee to the chest of Cherry before going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jasmine picks Cherry up and delivers a couple of forearms to her head and then hits the ropes. Jasmine comes off the ropes and hits Kneel Peasant on Cherry before picking the woman up once more and locking in The Constrictor! Jasmine has it locked in and starts tossing Cherry around in it as she screams out. The crowd is buzzing as it looks like this match is all but over at this point. As Jasmine stops and puts more torque on the submission, Cherry is able to use her legs and deliver a couple of knees to the head of Jasmine and it eventually forces her to break the submission.
HANSON
“Cherry just barely made it out of the Constrictor!”
AUGUSTINO
“That could have been bad if she refused to tap and couldn’t get out! Jasmine WILL break your fucking neck!”
Jasmine shows a bit of anger that Cherry was able to get herself out of the hold as she stands back, yelling at Cherry to get up to her feet. Cherry slowly, but surely gets up to her feet and as she does, Jasmine goes for The Ice Cold, but Cherry ducks under it and grabs Jasmine by the leg and delivers a dragon screw that puts a lot of torque on the braced up knee of Jasmine. Jasmine grabs her leg as Cherry grabs the leg and flips Jasmine onto her back. She locks in a single leg Boston Crab and pulls back on the leg and Jasmine once again screams in pain. Jasmine claws and scratches her way towards the ropes, finally grabbing the bottom rope and the ref calling for the break. Cherry releases the hold at a count of four and Jasmine scrambles out to the floor, limping around a little as she tries to get a break. Cherry comes out to the floor on the opposite side of the ring and charges around, hitting a clothesline that drops Jasmine. Cherry walks over to the announce table and starts to clear it off.
AUGUSTINO
“Hey whoa whoa! Cherry! What are you doin’?!”
“SHADDAP!” Cherry yells at Miranda.
HANSON
“We might wanna move!”
Once the table is cleared off, Jasmine is up to her feet and comes charging in. Cherry goes for a right hand, but Jasmine ducks under and when Cherry turns around, Jasmine hits The Strike. Cherry stumbles back and Jasmine delivers a few forearms to the head of Cherry who falls onto the announce table. Jasmine climbs up to the table and picks Cherry up to her feet. Cherry seems to be out on her feet and Jasmine looks for a DDT, but Cherry is able to counter it and pick Jasmine up and delivers a powerslam that breaks the announce table and both women are collapsed in the wreckage.
AUGUSTINO
“HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING SHIT!!”
HANSON
“THE WALKING CONTRADICTION!! JUST POWERSLAMMED!!! THE FANGED ROSE!!! THROUGH THE TABLE!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“JASMINE WAS GONNA DDT HER CRAZY ASS THROUGH IT FIRST!! Y’ALL SOME WILD ASS BITCHES!! HAHAHA!!!”
HANSON
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?!”
AUGUSTINO
“SI, MOTHERFUCKER! SI!”
The ref gets out of the ring and checks on both women and once they both seem to be okay, he gets back into the ring. He waits for just a little bit, wanting to give both women a chance before he finally starts his twenty count, with no response from either woman at first.
11!
….
12!
….
13!
….
14!
….
Cherry begins to stir and crawls towards the ring.
15!
….
16!
….
Jasmine is stirring now and begins to crawl.
17!
....
18!
....
Cherry makes it into the ring.
19!
……..
Jasmine dives back into the ring right before the count of twenty to keep her hopes alive in this match.
HANSON
“And both women BARELY make it into the ring!!! This match is still going!”
Both women lie down on the mat for a moment, still trying to recover from this match before Cherry is first to make it to her feet. Cherry picks Jasmine up and puts her on her shoulder. Cherry gets a running start and delivers a running powerslam and goes for the cover. The crowd starts to really buzz again as they think this match is over.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jasmine rolls her shoulder up at the last moment as Cherry looks back at the ref shocked.
CROWD
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
The crowd is going wild for both of these women as Cherry gets to her feet and picks Jasmine up onto her shoulder once again and looks for another running powerslam, but Jasmine wiggles out and stumbles back a couple of steps as she lands on her feet. Cherry turns around and as she does, Jasmine delivers The Ice Cold! Cherry falls to the mat and Jasmine collapses on top of her as the ref drops into position.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Cherry manages this time to kick out of Jasmine’s finishing move!
CROWD
“FIGHT FOREVER!”
“FIGHT FOREVER!”
“FIGHT FOREVER!”
Jasmine rolls off of Cherry, shocked and exhausted as she lets out a frustrated scream. Jasmine slowly makes her way back up to her feet and begins to once again deliver knees to the ribs of Cherry. She does it over and over again before backing off and yelling at Cherry to make it to her feet. Cherry finally does and Jasmine once again goes for The Ice Cold, but Cherry avoids it and picks Jasmine up onto her shoulder and delivering another running powerslam. She doesn’t stop there though as she once again picks Jasmine up onto her shoulder and delivers a second powerslam and then going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Cherry rolls off of Jasmine as the bell sounds and both women lay there on the mat, completely exhausted as the crowd gives them both a standing ovation for the match they just put on for them. Cherry slowly makes it to her feet and the ref raises her hand as the crowd continues to cheer and buzz.
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! AND….THE 2019 QUEEN OF THE FRONTIER!!! THE WALKING CONTRADICTION!!! CHERRY...ADDAMS!!!!”
Cherry Addams gets to her feet as Jasmine Matthews pulls herself up as well. Cherry’s arm is raised by the ref and Steven Brody is there to hang a medal around both women’s necks, in addition to presenting resting a jeweled crown tiara upon Cherry’s head. He shakes both women’s hands before Jasmine Matthews exits the ring, giving Cherry Addams the room to celebrate her victory after Steven Brody presents Cherry with one more prize. A metal briefcase with the Queen of the Frontier logo on it, holding the contract for WrestleWar XVI inside of it.
Winner: Cherry Addams
Result: Pinfall
Time: 53:49
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As the ring crew was preparing for the final match of the evening, the speakers suddenly came to life with a melody that the fans had only heard in NFW once before.
To the sound of the monstrance clock
Air is cleansed, assembled flock
Black candles burn, all minds aligned
HANSON
“Whoa whoa whoa whoa….what’s going on?”
AUGUSTINO
“Umm….Nick?! Isn’t that….?!”
HANSON
“It sounds like it….”
To the sound of the monstrance clock
Air is cleansed, assembled flock
Black candles burn, all minds aligned
As the sound of Ghost’s “Monstrance Clock” played through the speakers, the lights to the arena dimmed down, leaving the entryway illuminated from the inside with smoke pouring out. The heretical symbol of the Dominion of Pain appeared on the video wall as some fans still loyal to the wayward stable sang along with the one-time theme used for their return to NFW back last year. Nobody knew exactly what was going on, however, even as a towering silhouette appeared in the entryway, coming towards the entrance ramp.
As the parish sighs in smoke
Enters lady revealed of cloak
To the haunting sound of the monstrance clock
Singing
Come together, together as a one
Come together for Lucifer's son
As the words “come together” first sounded, the massive silhouette stepped into full view to reveal...DOOMSDAY!!!! Recognizable only by his mask, the terrifying monster of the Dominion was otherwise, dressed surprisingly casually with his long black hair tied back into a ponytail. Dressed in black jeans, biker boots and a long sleeved button up shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly up his forearms. Also notably, under his mask, he didn’t have the black makeup around his eyes as he looked around at the cheering, applauding Chicago crowd.
HANSON
“Ohhhhhh my GOD!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WOW!!!!”
HANSON
“IT’S DOOMSDAY!!! DOOMSDAY IS BACK!!!”
To the sound of the end of day
Mesmerized, the assembled sway
Black candles burn, all minds aligned
Doomsday finally moved from where he stopped on the entry ramp and began making his way towards the ring in a surprisingly casual and normal manner. No intimidating motions to his body language. He was just a man in a mask walking to the ring. One thing that remained the same about him was he ignored all fans reaching out for him as he reached the ring with a scowl in his eyes. The next surprise came, however, as he ascended the steps and actually dusted off his feet before entering the ring under the top rope before walking over where Roger Arden willingly handed him the mic and gave him the ring. Doomsday waited for the music to stop but the crowd was still deafening.
CROWD
“DOOMSDAY!”
“DOOMSDAY!”
“DOOMSDAY!”
“DOOMSDAY!”
HANSON
“Fans chanting Doomsday. Calling out the name of this monster who has wrought terror over NFW for a decade and a half! We haven’t seen him since Motor City Mayhem when he had to be helped out of the arena after that hellacious Tartarus Prison Match!”
AUGUSTINO
“And he’s been dropping ominous messages on social media for the past weeks! Is this what he’s been waiting for? This night?”
Inside the ring, Doomsday lifted the microphone up and the crowd automatically fell silent in respect for this fifteen year legend as his menacing voice broke through the sound system.
“There comes a time...where every soul...must make it’s final journey….” Doomsday’s menacing voice growled through the speakers before he lifted his head to the audience. The scowl in his eyes faded and there was a hint of a normal expression under his mask as he continued but in a suddenly different voice. That of a more normal tone. Not of the monster. But of the man. “There comes a time...where every man must say...this is the end….” There was a buzz through the crowd as Doomsday turned to look upon the faces and reactions of everybody there. “At Motor City Mayhem...I wrestled a match brought to life from the darkest parts of my mind. My darkest imagination. I asked for this match, truly, not because I wanted to end the careers of the men Belphegor and myself faced that night. Not because I wanted to see Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic leave this company. But because I wanted to pass a torch to those three. Because I wanted to have one more opportunity to give you people….” He lifted his hand and pointed. “...what you wanted. To give you...what you deserve. And that is my best and the best of every man and woman that steps inside this ring….”
AUGUSTINO
“That was a tough match to watch, Nick.”
HANSON
“Shhhhh. Hold on, Miranda….”
AUGUSTINO
“Sorry.”
Doomsday continued, pausing to reach back and pull the tie out of his hair to let the ponytail fall freely around his head. He looked a little more like Doomsday now. “And I asked for that particular match...because I wanted to go out of this business with...with a bang. Because I knew...I had a feeling...that the match at Motor City Mayhem...might be my last….” He paused. “...And I was right.” There was a buzz of surprise through the crowd. “I’ve dedicated over twenty years to professional wrestling. I’ve torn my bicep. I’ve damaged my knees. I’ve blown my ACL. I’ve broken my collar bone. I’ve ruptured discs in my back. I’ve sustained permanent nerve damage to my right arm. And at Motor City Mayhem, on top of the bruises and wounds on my body, on top of all of the other chronic injuries I’ve endured, I sustained my eighth concussion. I’ve spent these past weeks talking to doctors...specialists...trainers and they all came to one mutual consensus. My career...as an in-ring performer...as a professional wrestler...is over….”
Doomsday fell silent to let that news sink in to the fans and staff around him. Whoever actually still gave a damn before he continued. “I can honestly say...that I don’t regret a single moment that I’ve spent in this career. And if I were to go to sleep tonight and wake up fifteen years in the past? There isn’t a damn thing I would change. I’d do it the same way all over again!”
CROWD
“THANK YOU DOOMSDAY!”
Clap-clap-clapclapclap
“THANK YOU DOOMSDAY!”
Clap-clap-clapclapclap
“THANK YOU DOOMSDAY!”
Clap-clap-clapclapclap
“THANK YOU DOOMSDAY!”
Clap-clap-clapclapclap
The audience picked up into an approving roar as Doomsday turned around the ring, taking in the praise and respect. The love. “For fifteen years, you’ve known me as the Monster. The Beast. The Harbinger of the End Times. You’ve known me as Doomsday. For the past three years, almost two in this company alone, the wrestling world has known the son and daughter of the Harbinger. One has stapled her name into the history of this company as the longest recorded Women’s World Champion. The other has been kicking ass left and right, regardless of who it is standing in front of him. My son...Nico. My daughter...Adrianna. I couldn’t be more proud of them...and I am sure that they will continue to make their own names and reputations known in this industry. That they will continue to kick ass and take names. Unfortunately, my own days of kicking ass are over….”
Doomsday lowered the microphone and reached back with one hand where he began unfastening his mask from the back. He undid every strap and buckle of the harness before sliding the mask which had been a symbol of fear for his opponents for years passed, off of his face. He lifted his head, revealing the face of the man behind the monstrous persona. Grey streaks in his dark hair and beard. Tired eyes. But a content, overall, satisfied expression. “My name is Matteo Salvatore...and I officially announce...my retirement. I want to end this moment by saying, to each and every one of you here in the audience, and to those in the back...thank you. I love you. Keep making this business I love what it has continued to be….”
With that said, he dropped the mic and for one final time, threw his fists up in the air in his Doomsday pose, minus the roar that usually came with it as Ghost’s “Faith”, his actual latest singles theme, played over the speakers.
HANSON
“Wow...just...wow, I….”
AUGUSTINO
“I can’t call this another hit on the roster, Nick. Not with everything he’s given us.”
HANSON
“No, Miranda, I’d call this a well earned moment for that legend of the sport right there. He has put his body, heart and soul on the line for all of us for a good portion of his life. He will be missed. He will never be forgotten. But he has earned this just as much as anyone else has.”
As “Faith” tore through the speakers, Matteo Salvatore exited the ring and made his way back up the ramp. This time, with a sad smile on his face, he touched the hands of fans as he walked back up towards the stage. At the top, he paused for one final gander at the crowd and lifted his arms in his pose again to an approving pop from the audience before turning and exiting through that curtain for one final time….
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[Match 6. VLAD BLACKHEART MEMORIAL FINALS! Griffin Hawkins (A Block) v. Matt Klazzic (B Block) For The Vacant NFW World Championship!]
In the center of the ring, Roger Arden raises the microphone to begin the announcement of the main event.
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is your main event! It is the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Finals match AND it is for the NFW World Championship!”
The lights turn colors from Red to Green to various other colors as "Painkiller" by Judas Priest to fill the air. Fog fills the stage, and emerging from it is none other than Griffin Hawkins!
ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...he is the Vlad Blackheart Memorial, A Block Winner...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!"
The crowd is cheering as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.
He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.
The lights quickly darken on the first note of Vince DiCola’s “War” burst through the speakers. Reds and blues swept over the stage and ramp as the classic soundtrack to Rocky IV built to a swelling volume. The curtain flew open and out walked...Rick Dickulous?! Dressed in a Turn It Up Express themed coach’s track suit and a Great White North t-shirt. He’s also wearing a towel over his shoulder, he’s carrying a bottle of water and a spit bucket and...by god, the man’s wearing Paulie style hat over his head. He looks around at the audience then before motioning to the curtain where finally, Mat Klazzic appears, holding the X up with his arms, dressed in his singles themed gear of black and silver. Fist bumping Rick Dickulous, Matt Klazzic makes his way down to the ring with his tag team partner and good buddy at his side.
ARDEN
“AND...his opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by the Silver Mountain Champion, Rick Dickulous! Representing the Turn-It-Up Express! He is the Vlad Blackheart Memorial B Block Winner...MATT...KLAZZIC!!”
Matt Klazzic approaches the ring, slapping hands with the fans in the front row. He stops for a selfie with a little boy wearing a Matt Klazzic mask and a “Klazzic Is Forever” t-shirt, before ascending the steps and getting into the ring, throwing up the X again. Matt Klazzic removes his jacket then, moving into his corner where Rick Dickulous looks to be giving him a last minute pep talk, loosening his shoulders up before the match starts. The referee holds up the NFW World Championship and passes it off to the time keeper, ringing the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Griffin Hawkins and Matt Klazzic stood back in their corners, watching each other intently. The crowd was already buzzing and cheering for their choice favorite in the match as the two walked out to meet in the center.
CROWD
“LET’S GO GRIFFIN!”
“LET’S GO MATT!”
“LET’S GO GRIFFIN!”
“LET’S GO MATT!”
“LET’S GO GRIFFIN!”
“LET’S GO MATT!”
“LET’S GO GRIFFIN!”
“LET’S GO MATT!”
Griffin looked at Matt right in the eyes and turned, pointing over to the World Championship belt on the timekeeper’s table. Matt nodded, pointing over there as well before firmly sticking out his hand for that good sportsmanship handshake. Griffin slapped his hand down into Matt’s and they shook. The two exchanged nods before backing up a big and began circling the ring.
HANSON
“Ohhhhhh ho-ho, here we go!”
AUGUSTINO
“You can feel the energy in the air, Nick!”
HANSON
“Absolute-Friggin-Electric!”
Matt and Griffin lunged at each other, engaging in a tight lockup. Matt Klazzic clearly had the slight power advantage as he began pushing Griffin back towards the ropes. Griffin touched the ropes and the ref called for the break. Before he even needed to count, Griff had his hands up and Matt was letting go. Matt backed up, giving the rock star wrestler room to come off the ropes. Griffin looked a little impressed and nodded, giving a little flex of his arm, slapping his bicep and motioning to Matt, telling him his strength was impressive. Matt shrugged and gave a thankful nod before the two circled again. Once more, they locked up but this time, Griffin won the tie up and caught Matt into a side headlock. Matt wriggled and pushed to get free, finally doing so by pushing Griffin forward and sending him running into the ropes. Matt went for a lariat. Griffin ducked and came off the ropes again. Matt turned and Griffin hit him with a shoulder tackle that caused him to stagger. Matt looked down at where Griffin connected with him and nodded to the fans. ‘Good hit!’ But he thought Griffin could do better!
HANSON
“Think we’re gonna have a little trade off, Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“Is that smart on Griff’s side? Matt’s kind of a big dude!”
Matt Klazzic motioned to the ropes and slapped his shoulder. Griffin raised his eyebrows with his characteristic smirk. Matt wanted to him to go? Then go he would! Griffin rolled his arm, and to the amusement of the crowd, scraped his boots on the mat like a bull ready to charge. He ran off the ropes and came back, slamming into Matt Klazzic with another shoulder tackle. Matt stumbled back, rolling his neck a little. That one hurt but he was still on his feet. He slapped his shoulder again and motioned to Griffin. One more time! The crowd got behind this display.
CROWD
“ONE MORE TIME!”
“ONE MORE TIME!”
“ONE MORE TIME!”
“ONE MORE TIME!”
Griffin would give it to them as he threw up the horns and yelled to the crowd. “HERE WE GO, BAYBAY!!!!” And ran into the ropes again, Griffin tore back across the ring, driving his shoulder into Matt’s chest and causing him to stagger back to the point he almost fell to a knee. The crowd applauded the masked man’s resiliency, however as Rick Dickulous on the outside clapped with his hands overhead, commending both men really. Next, however, it was Griffin who motioned for the ropes and Matt. The A Block winner wanted his opponent to have a go! Matt Klazzic looked around at the crowd with surprise in his eyes as they cheered for Griffin’s proposal. Griffin affirmed again, pointing to Matt and the ropes. Matt Klazzic nodded, rolling his shoulder. He ran off the ropes and came back in, SLAMMING against Griffin Hawkins and the bigger man knocked Griffin flat on his back.
HANSON
“OH!! And Griff goes down hard there!”
AUGUSTINO
“Called it!”
Matt Klazzic took control of the match from there as he picked Griffin Hawkins up onto his feet and backed him into the ropes where he gave him a chop to the chest before whipping him across the ring and into the ropes on the opposite side. Griffin came running back, right into Matt’s arms and into a Powerslam into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Griffin kicked out but Matt stayed on him and went right for a Fujiwara Armbar. Griffin managed to roll out of it but Matt got up to his feet before Griffin could reach a point of counter offense and caught him as he got up to deliver a snap suplex. Matt got right to his feet and hit an elbow drop onto Griffin’s sternum. Then another. Then another. Then another. A storm of elbow drops onto Griffin Hawkins that had the man thrashing with each hit. Matt finished off the assault, running off of the ropes and dropped right down onto Griffin’s chest with a final elbow drop and went for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
But Griffin kicked out again and rolled away from Matt, onto his stomach to catch his breath. Matt got to his feet and picked Griffin up by his hair, delivering an open palm slap to the chest that resounded through the crowd. Matt held onto Griff’s wrist, hit him with a European Uppercut and sent him into the corner, running right in behind him for a corner splash. This left Griffin rocked where he leaned against the turnbuckle. Matt ran to the opposite corner and came charging back but finally, Griffin got some of his own real offense in as he exploded out of the corner and delivered a spear to Matt Klazzic!
AUGUSTINO
“DIOS MIO!!”
HANSON
“Spear from Hawkins to Klazzic and Matt’s momentum has been stopped dead! WOW!”
Griffin Hawkins wasn’t in the clear, yet, however as he rolled away from Matt Klazzic again to catch his breath. When Griffin did get to his feet, Matt was getting up as well but Griffin shot in for his legs and took him down by both, immediately going for a Figure 4 Leglock. Matt Klazzic had scouted this move from others, however, and shoved Griffin into the ropes with his foot. Griffin was ready for something like this, and came off of the ropes with a springboard legdrop right back onto Matt. He landed it, got to his feet and gave a quick look around at the cheering crowd. Shrugging, the rock and roll superstar dropped down and delivered a breakdancing legdrop across Matt’s sternum next. Finding new energy, he was back on his feet. He held up a finger for the crowd to wait one second, before turning that hand into the metal horns and hit a Standing Shooting Star Press onto Matt before finally going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
But Matt Klazzic still had that fire inside of him that demanded he keep fighting and he kicked out! He needed a breather, however and rolled out of the ring where Rick Dickulous came over and started fanning him with a towel to the humor of the crowd. As this was going on, Griffin Hawkins seized the opening and ran across the ring, diving through the ropes and collided with both Matt and Rick with a suicide dive. Hilariously, Griff came up onto one knee, realizing he’d also knocked Rick Dickulous down and had somewhat of an ‘oh shit’ look on his face. “Sorry dude!” Griff audibly said before going to pick up Matt again as Rick, to the humor of the crowd, gave a forgiving thumbs up as he laid on the floor.
HANSON
“Ah, see? No harm, no foul!”
AUGUSTINO
“Rick’s such a forgiving guy!”
Griffin and Matt continued to fight it out outside of the ring as the referee began to count. Back and forth they traded shots with Matt trying to get back into the match, finally finding his momentum again as a particularly stiff chop across his chest fired him up enough to rock Griffin with another European Uppercut before picking him up and delivering a fall away slam. Unfortunately, even for Matt, he didn’t realize he was sending Griffin right over the announce table where Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino tried to scramble out of the way but ended up going down under the blonde heart throb, taking out the sound for a little bit.
HANSON
“WHOA, MIRANDA WATCH OU---”
AUGUSTINO
“HOLY SHI--”
Static as headseats and monitors were damaged from Griffin being thrown like a sandbag across the tabletop. As soon as Matt Klazzic got to his feet and saw what he did, he grabbed his head with his hands and had a visible look of shock on his face. As he went over to check on the commentators, however, the referee’s count was getting higher.
16!
….
17!
The crowd began to buzz as Rick Dickulous, recovered from being taken down by Griffin Hawkins’ dive, grabbed Matt and threw him back into the ring, yelling that he’d take care of the announcers but to not get counted out.
18!
….
19!
….
Before the ref could reach ‘20’, Matt Klazzic shouted to Rick to let him help too and slid back out of the ring. With the count broken in the nick of time, the referee stopped and started the count over. Griffin Hawkins began getting to his feet and noticed the announcers down. He too showed some concern as he and Matt Klazzic almost seemed to forget they were fighting each other and stood over Rick Dickulous as he played good samaritan for Nick and Miranda. After Griffin heard the count starting over, he actually reminded Matt what they were doing and the pair started throwing shots at each other again. It was Griff who won the trade off this time and threw Matt back into the ring. As Griffin slid in underneath the bottom rope, Matt was back on his feet and hurried over to catch Griff before he could find his own footing and lifted him up to deliver a Brainbuster! Matt went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE--!
But Griffin kicked out at the last possible second and Matt picked him back up, setting him up for the Northern Lights Driver. As he lifted Griffin up, however, Griffin slipped free and landed behind the man on his feet, he caught Matt by the arms and twisted him around, delivering South of Heaven! Matt’s head drove down into the canvas and Griffin rolled him over for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?!
NO!! Matt Klazzic just barely got his shoulder up a hair before the referee slapped the canvas! Griffin Hawkins shot up onto his knees, shocked and amazed that Matt kicked out. His hands ran back over his hair, pushing it out of his sweaty face. What did he have to do to put this guy away? Hell, what did Matt Klazzic have to do to put Griff away?! As Griff got back to his feet and started pulling Matt up, scrambling of microphones could be heard as Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino were up and fixing their headsets.
HANSON
“Miranda? You okay?”
AUGUSTINO
“Think I rolled my damn ankle trying to get out of the way! Ijo de puta!”
HANSON
“You need the ring doctor?”
AUGUSTINO
“Maybe in a minute. These boys are still going at it!”
Griffin picked Matt up to his feet and steadied him before running to the ropes and going for a Rocket Kick but Matt Klazzic rushed forward and managed to shove Griffin Hawkins out of the air as he touched the ropes and he crashed to the ring canvas hard. Matt Klazzic was quick to pull him up and delivered a stiff lariat that violently knocked Griff to the mat again. Matt dragged Griffin over to the center of the ring and set him up again. In a frantic rush, he picked Griffin up and drilled him into the mat with the Northern Lights Driver!
HANSON
“NORTHERN LIGHTS DRIVER TO HAWKINS!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“THAT’S IT!!! IT’S OVER!!!”
Matt Klazzic fell back onto the mat, heaving for breath but moved as quickly as he could to go for the cover, laying back across the motionless Griffin and started counting with the referee.
HANSON
“NEW CHAMPION?!?!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE?!?
NO!! GRIFFIN HAWKINS GOT HIS SHOULDER UP AS WELL! Matt Klazzic grabbed his mask in dismay, looking diminished physically as he sat up off of his opponent, allowing Griffin to roll over onto his side. The man’s eyes looked absolutely glazed over as the camera zoomed in on them. Did Griff even remember where he was?
AUGUSTINO
“HOW DID HE KICK OUT OF THAT?! HOW?!”
HANSON
“HOW ARE EITHER OF THESE MEN STILL GOING?!”
Matt Klazzic got to his feet and motioned with his arms, in and outward. It’s over! He picked Griffin Hawkins up, having to pull a little more to get him to his feet and set up for another Northern Lights Driver. As he went for the lift, however, Griffin managed to slip free again and stumbled back on his feet. He looked out of it still as Matt Klazzic rushed towards him but Griffin Hawkins met him with Shot In The Dark, right across the jaw! Matt Klazzic staggered from the kick and Griffin stumbled towards him, following up with a kick to the midsection, and a brutal Number One Stunner!
HANSON
“STUNNER!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“IS IT ENOUGH?!”
Rather than going for the cover, however, Griffin Hawkins looked down at Matt Klazzic and shook his head. He looked over at the closest turnbuckle and grit his teeth through the pain in his body as he stumbled over and began to climb.
HANSON
“Oh no. What’s he doing?”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t think Griff feels he’s done enough!”
HANSON
“What the hell is he doing?!”
Griffin Hawkins climbed to the top turnbuckle, facing the ring and winced through the pain in his bones and muscles, raising the horns in the air. The crowd knew what was coming as they jumped up and threw the horns back to the man as he soared off of the top turnbuckle and came crashing down onto Matt Klazzic with the Holy Diver!!!
HANSON
“HOLY...DIVER!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“YOU’VE BEEN DOWN TOO LONG IN THE MIDNIGHT SEA!!!!”
HANSON
“HE NAILED IT!!”
AUGUSTINO
“OH WHAT’S BECOOOMING OF MEEEEEEE!!!”
Griffin Hawkins dragged himself back over to Matt Klazzic, crawling to drape his arm over the man’s chest and pull himself more over him as the referee dropped down to count
ONE!
….
TWO!
….
THREE!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Judas Priest’s “Painkiller” erupted through the arena as the crowd jumped straight up to their feet. Rick Dickulous and members of the ring crew all slid into the ring to check on both men, administering ice packs. The referee called for the title and presented the NFW World Championship to Griffin Hawkins as he sat up, exhausted. The look on his face, however, said it all. His 5th World Title, won right there in Chicago, Illinois.
ARDEN
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE 2019 VLAD BLACKHEART MEMORIAL TOURNAMENT!!! AAAAAAND...NEEEEEEEEEEEW….N-F-W WORLD CHAMPION!!!! GRIFFIN...HAWKIIIIIINS!!!!!”
The referee helped Griffin up to his feet and raised his arm. It was here that Steven Brody appeared from the ramp, joining them in the ring. A quick check on Matt Klazzic and a handshake for his performance was given before the Commissioner came face to face with Griffin Hawkins. Steven Brody shook the man’s hand and took it upon himself to place the title around Griffin’s waist and snap it on before raising the man’s arm again.
HANSON
“Griffin Hawkins made his in-ring NFW debut on Day 1 of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament! He wanted to go to WrestleWar XVI to face the champion for a shot at the gold! Instead, through some unexpected circumstances, he won it all right here in the hometown of the man which is this tournament’s namesake!!!
AUGUSTINO
“This has been one hell of a tournament, Nicky and that was one fuck of a match! And goddamn my ankle hurts!”
HANSON
“Go get checked out, Miranda; I got this.”
Inside the ring, Griffin Hawkins was presented with what would have been his original prize, the Vlad Blackheart Memorial trophy. A stand with a solid gold statue in the likeness of Vlad himself on top, wearing the world title himself. Griffin hoisted it up over one shoulder as cameras flashed and he raised the horns with his other hand. Matt Klazzic was up now and came over to shake Griffin’s hand. The two shook and hugged as did Rick Dickulous before the tag team left Griff in the ring to celebrate to the crowd as the show went off the air.
HANSON
“That’s our show ladies and gentlemen! We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did! We’ll see you next week when we hit Portland, Maine! Tuesday night Collision returns with episode 51!! We’ve got so much in store for you!! Congratulations to our winners tonight! Congratulations to Angel Kusanagi, our new Women’s Television Champion! I hope she’s up for that weekly challenge of defending it against hungry competitors but I think she is! Congratulations to our new Silver Mountain Champion, Rick Dickulous! First ever two time Silver Mountain Champion! Congratulations to Cherry Addams! Winner of the Queen of the Frontier Tournament! And congratulations to Griffin Hawkins! Winner of the 2019 annual Vlad Blackheart Memorial AND our newly crowned NFW World Champion! For Miranda Augustino - she’s getting her ankle looked at - I’m Nick Hanson! So long everybody!”
Winner: Griffin Hawkins
Result: Pinfall
Time: 50:31
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Winners
Match 1. Angel Kusanagi (New Women’s TV Champion)
Match 2. Cali-Kate
Match 3. Timothy Hunt
Match 4. Rick Dickulous (New Silver Mountain Champion)
Match 5. Cherry Addams (Queen of the Frontier Winner)
Match 6. Griffin Hawkins (Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament Winner and New NFW World Champion)
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Match Writers
Match 1. Bloody Fairytale
Match 2. NFW Staff
Match 3. NFW Staff
Match 4. Bloody Fairytale
Match 5. Bloody Fairytale
Match 6. Morgan Payne
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Commentary Added By
NFW Staff
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Match Judges
Match 1. Angled between handlers.
Match 2. NFW Staff, Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh
Match 3. Angled between handlers.
Match 4. NFW Staff, Jasmine Matthews, Bloody Fairytale
Match 5. NFW Staff, Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh
Match 6. NFW Staff, Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh
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Judas Priest’s “Painkiller” erupted through the arena as the crowd jumped straight up to their feet. Rick Dickulous and members of the ring crew all slid into the ring to check on both men, administering ice packs. The referee called for the title and presented the NFW World Championship to Griffin Hawkins as he sat up, exhausted. The look on his face, however, said it all. His 5th World Title, won right there in Chicago, Illinois.
ARDEN
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE 2019 VLAD BLACKHEART MEMORIAL TOURNAMENT!!! AAAAAAND...NEEEEEEEEEEEW….N-F-W WORLD CHAMPION!!!! GRIFFIN...HAWKIIIIIINS!!!!!”
The referee helped Griffin up to his feet and raised his arm. It was here that Steven Brody appeared from the ramp, joining them in the ring. A quick check on Matt Klazzic and a handshake for his performance was given before the Commissioner came face to face with Griffin Hawkins. Steven Brody shook the man’s hand and took it upon himself to place the title around Griffin’s waist and snap it on before raising the man’s arm again.
HANSON
“Griffin Hawkins made his in-ring NFW debut on Day 1 of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament! He wanted to go to WrestleWar XVI to face the champion for a shot at the gold! Instead, through some unexpected circumstances, he won it all right here in the hometown of the man which is this tournament’s namesake!!!
AUGUSTINO
“This has been one hell of a tournament, Nicky and that was one fuck of a match! And goddamn my ankle hurts!”
HANSON
“Go get checked out, Miranda; I got this.”
Inside the ring, Griffin Hawkins was presented with what would have been his original prize, the Vlad Blackheart Memorial trophy. A stand with a solid gold statue in the likeness of Vlad himself on top, wearing the world title himself. Griffin hoisted it up over one shoulder as cameras flashed and he raised the horns with his other hand. Matt Klazzic was up now and came over to shake Griffin’s hand. The two shook and hugged as did Rick Dickulous before the tag team left Griff in the ring to celebrate to the crowd as the show went off the air.
HANSON
“That’s our show ladies and gentlemen! We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did! We’ll see you next week when we hit Portland, Maine! Tuesday night Collision returns with episode 51!! We’ve got so much in store for you!! Congratulations to our winners tonight! Congratulations to Angel Kusanagi, our new Women’s Television Champion! I hope she’s up for that weekly challenge of defending it against hungry competitors but I think she is! Congratulations to our new Silver Mountain Champion, Rick Dickulous! First ever two time Silver Mountain Champion! Congratulations to Cherry Addams! Winner of the Queen of the Frontier Tournament! And congratulations to Griffin Hawkins! Winner of the 2019 annual Vlad Blackheart Memorial AND our newly crowned NFW World Champion! For Miranda Augustino - she’s getting her ankle looked at - I’m Nick Hanson! So long everybody!”
Winner: Griffin Hawkins
Result: Pinfall
Time: 50:31
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Winners
Match 1. Angel Kusanagi (New Women’s TV Champion)
Match 2. Cali-Kate
Match 3. Timothy Hunt
Match 4. Rick Dickulous (New Silver Mountain Champion)
Match 5. Cherry Addams (Queen of the Frontier Winner)
Match 6. Griffin Hawkins (Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament Winner and New NFW World Champion)
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Match Writers
Match 1. Bloody Fairytale
Match 2. NFW Staff
Match 3. NFW Staff
Match 4. Bloody Fairytale
Match 5. Bloody Fairytale
Match 6. Morgan Payne
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Commentary Added By
NFW Staff
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Match Judges
Match 1. Angled between handlers.
Match 2. NFW Staff, Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh
Match 3. Angled between handlers.
Match 4. NFW Staff, Jasmine Matthews, Bloody Fairytale
Match 5. NFW Staff, Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh
Match 6. NFW Staff, Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh
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