Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 8, 2019 15:43:52 GMT -8
As the pyro goes off inside the Cross Insurance Arena in Portland Maine, the camera catches the fans as they let out deafening cheers, raising their signs and props up. All wearing their favorite t-shirts as they prepare for the return of Collision!
CROWD
NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!
THE CHAMP THAT ROCKS THE PLACE!
PLAYER 1 - WELCOME!
DIAMOND LASH!
HEY JASMINE! I LOVE BLONDES! CALL ME!
ANGEL KASH IS MY SUGAR MOMMA!
ALL HAIL QUEEN CHERRY!
THE CONTROVERSIAL COURT IS IN SESSION!
SUGARPLUM FAIRY!
As the camera captures the entirety of the audience, we are welcomed by the voices of Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino on commentary. As they speak, the shot cuts over to their table. There’s Nick in his crisp suit, as always and Miranda in cutoff jean shorts that look a little TOO high cut under her but. Thank the mothers watching she’s sitting down. She’s also got a cropped Tool t-shirt and an open hoodie with the sleeves rolled up. One foot is propped up on the table with a medical boot around it but she’s still sipping her energy drink, only this time it’s a different brand.
HANSON
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are LIVe in the Cross Insurance Arena here in Portland, Maine!”
AUGUSTINO
“Buenas noches, bitches! Collision is back and we’re ready to kick some ratings ass!”
HANSON
“You got your energy, Miranda? How’s the ankle?”
AUGUSTINO
“Minor sprain. I’ll have this boot off in a few weeks. Don’t worry, Matt! I ain’t suing! Shit happens! Probably wouldn’t have happened anyway if Cherry hadn’t broken our fucking table but that’s wrestling! ¡Salud!”
Miranda toasts her can to the camera and takes a pull off her drink. Nick notices the different can.
HANSON
“No Monster?”
AUGUSTINO
“Nah dude, this is Reign! This shit is so good. I thought I’d try something different. Kept seeing some of the roster drink it. Beats Monster and Bang! Then again, Bang tastes like fucking cough syrup and who wants to drink that shit?”
HANSON
“Hahaha, well, as you say, then. So let’s get ready for our show tonight, folks. We had one hell of a great tournament in both the Vlad Blackheart Memorial and the Queen of the Frontier. We have our winners. Griffin Hawkins, who - due to the sudden exiting of World Champion, Judas Lasher - is now the new NFW World Champion after defeating Matt Klazzic in the finals. That match got a little up close and personal, didn’t it?”
Miranda clicks her tongue and points to her medical boot covered foot just before a replay shows of Matt Klazzic hitting a Fallaway Slam on Griffin Hawkins outside of the ring and accidentally throwing him into the announce team who didn’t have their table anymore to protect them directly.
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah that hurt like a bitch and not in a good way! Then we wanna congratulate Cherry Addams again. Queen of the Frontier! Thanks to her for getting rid of our table before I had Griff thrown into me!”
A quick replay shows Cherry Addams at the tournament finals powerslamming Jasmine Matthews through the announce table, causing it to explode beneath them both. A shot afterwards shows the two tournament winners in a split screen display. Cherry being crowned Queen of the Frontier and Griffin having the World Title clasped around his waist.
HANSON
“Exciting matches, the both of them and then let’s not forget we recrowned the Silver Mountain Champion in an eight person TLC match!”
A short recap plays of the big spots of the TLC match last week. Eavan Maloney flying out of the ring onto Morgan Payne and Adrianna Salvatore. Havok getting tipped off of the ladder, falling through four stacked tables. Adrianna spearing Morgan out of the air as she dangled from the cable holding the belt. River Chance powerbombing Rick Dickulous off of the ladder. Rick Dickulous, at the end, pulling the title down and winning the match.
HANSON
“Rick Dickulous, folks! Once again, the Silver Mountain Champion!”
AUGUSTINO
“Big Dick Rick!”
HANSON
“Will you stop?”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, I’m just saying. I’ll bet money on it!”
Miranda holds her hands out about a foot apart and dances her eyebrows up and down.
AUGUSTINO
“Not that I’m tryin’ to find out. I get hungry for some chorizo, I just gotta ask Papi Anton real nicely.”
Poor Nick Hanson. He face palms in front of the camera and shakes his head. Finally he looks up.
AUGUSTINO
“But hey you know what?! Probably the biggest win of them all! The one that mattered the most to someone - much as I hated seeing Mami Eavie lose - Angel Kusanagi broke a hundred and forty four day streak AND she saved her career!”
A brief recap of the insane match between Angel Kusanagi and Eavan Maloney is shown, leading up to Angel pinning Eavan (with the suggestive thrusting of her hips of course.)
AUGUSTINO
“Haha, I bet Eavie liked that more than it seemed.”
HANSON
“Not another word out of you, Miranda. So folks, that brings us to this week! We’re slowly working on recrowning our vacant champions. Our main event tonight: a tag team title match to unify the Women’s Tag Team Titles, the Mixed Tag Team Titles and the vacant Tag Team Titles once held by the McKeesport Mafia. Of course, Andrew Payne announced his retirement after Big Daddy Payne was one of several members of the roster to exit New Frontier and announce their signing with Judas Lasher’s Dominion Pro Wrestling promotion.”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, thanks for fucking us over here in NFW, douchebags.”
HANSON
“Ahem. That also brings us to our opening contest. One of those superstars to take their leave was Wyld Stallion our Television Champion. So we’ll be having a battle royale with ten members of the men’s roster here as our opening contest to recrown the Television Champion.”
AUGUSTINO
“Which we wouldn’t have to fucking have if motherfuckers weren’t sour about the way Brodeezy runs the place! Man’s doing the best he can! And you motherfuckers wanna just bounce on him like that!”
HANSON
“Calm down, Miranda. Judas, if you’re watching, she doesn’t mean it--”
AUGUSTINO
“I do mean it! I hope you are watching, pendejo! Talking to us about Dominion Forever. Well guess what?! House Crowley just broke that tradition of yours so you can take your Dominion Forever and your ungrateful excuses of why you left and stick it up your fuckin--”
Nick Hanson reaches over and claps a hand over Miranda’s mouth, looking wide eyed at the camera.
HANSON
“Let’s get ready for our opening contest folks! Let’s take it backstage to hear from one of our battle royale competitors and newest signee, Lash Donohue!”
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There is a roar from the crowd as the backstage area comes up on the big screen and Lash Donohue, already in full ring attire along with goofy sunglasses, fuzzy coat and hat, seems to be in deep concentration. Lash looks up as he realizes that the main feed camera is on him. A roll of laughter emanates from the Portland fans as Lash uses His middle finger to lower his sunglasses, his gaze suddenly burning a smouldering hole through the camera as he takes a long gulp of his Slurpee.
"It's...stuck again!"
The fans perk up as Lash raises an eyebrow and removes the straw, which is indeed blocked up with lime flavored Slurpee.
"Lash! Hey, Lash Donohue!"
The fans roar with laughter as Josh Davidson is suddenly in Lash's face, and his knee-jerk reaction is to recoil and spit the wad of frozen lime soda right into Josh's face! Thinking better of this impromptu interview, Josh beats a hasty retreat. He is seen mumbling to himself in the hall as he passes Amy Connors, desperately wiping at his face and the lapels of his jacket..
Lash shakes his head as the camera returns to him, and there is a small pop as he puts down the slurpee, shrugs and gives the watching fans the 'oops', look.
"I'm on the edge, man! People have gotta stop sneaking up on me like this!"
Another cheer rises up from the fans when Amy Connors comes through the door, and Lash kind of rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"Look, lady.."
"Welcome to New Frontier Wrestling, Lash! I know that your debut is imminent, but can you please spare a couple of moments of your time?"
Lash seems to calm. He looks to the camera and gets a POP of encouragement. He then takes a sideways glance at Amy and tilts his head to the side, using his facial expressions to ask "Should I? Huh?"
Amy even gets a POP of her own which seems to put a smile on her dial..
“.....Yeah, aight."
Amy confidently steps forward, handing Lash an official NFW microphone and there is a mixture of laughter, pain and annoyance as Lash deliberately points the mic at the floor monitors nearby. The resulting squeal is deafening!
"Lash! Don't make NFW regret this!"
Lash grins cockily as she narrows her eyes playfully, but he does stop fooling around..
"So Lash...LASH, STOP!!"
There is another loud mixed reaction! Of course he did it again! At this point, it's hard to tell what they think!
"Are you done?"
"I'm sorry! This isn't just any old debut match, Amy! This is like..a ten man battle royale!!"
"You're right, Lash! A mixed bag of youth and experience and a melting pot of different styles coming together!"
The Portland fans perk right up at this news!
"That's not all, man! This is for the VACANT New Frontier Wrestling Television championship!!"
They outright ERUPT at hearing this!
"It's a massive opportunity for somebody like yourself to Shine!"
Lash turns to Amy with an eyebrow raised in confusion..
"Hey, woah. Every single one of the competitors in this match are going to shine! Don't any of you doubt that. It's going to be nitty, gritty and desperate freakin' scramble! I LOVE this SH.."
"You REALLY LIKE this kind of challenge!"
This provokes a chuckle from the fans as Lash shrugs and rolls with it..he turns back to the camera, once more his eyes are smoldering. Lash's free hand gestures wildly as he speaks..
“Fellas. All of you. I know that I have seen a lot of of you around from time to time around these parts. I've exchanged barbs with a few of you on Twitter. I know for a fact that SOME of you can't wait to shut my ass up!"
Lash gives a knowing nod to the other nine men in this battle royale..
"Hey, I gotta say. Each and every one of you are super intriguing and unique in your own ways. And that's what's gonna make this match AWESOME!"
This earns a rising cheer..
Amy was about to say something, but that cheer rises even more as Lash gives her the 'talk to the hand' business and continues..
"But you wanna know something? When I, Lash Donohue, have ever wanted something? I freakin' fought until I was clutching it in my hot lil hands! I have always been able to employ an advanced level of street smarts to my advantage, and I've never given up on the idea that somehow, some way, my visions will become my reality!"
The fans have been getting more and more worked up..
"A battle royale is a desperate street style scramble for supremacy. It's a place where a guy like me can outlast the likes of Teddy Morse and Timothy freakin' Hunt!"
A mixed reaction prevails..
“This is the place where my kind can outwit, outshine and outlast the likes of Tyson Law, take out threats like Eric Lee and conquer guys like Keiji Sugawara!"
The fans are seemingly back on Lash's side!
"But you can't forget about the others, Lash! What about William Mannheim? Chase Evans? Darius Crowley?"
"YOU forgot about El Piso Mojado!"
Amy scowls slightly as Lash continues..
"Even though it's wits and ingenuity that will prevail in this encounter, I still freakin' did my homework! Don't worry, gentlemen. I'll get to ya. One by one. Lash Donohue will get to ya!"
There is another rising pop from Portland as Lash flicks his glasses back up to their place, makes the title belt gesture around his waist and points to his opponents and the NFW fans before walking off set..
"There you have it, back to the action!"
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[Match #1. Battle Royale For The Television Championship]
After all ten competitors made their entrances to the ring and gathered inside, Roger Arden stood on the outside with his microphone in hand.
ARDEN
“The following contest is a ten man, over the top, battle royale and it is for the vacant NFW Television Championship! The only way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope with both feet touching the floor! The last man remaining after nine others have been eliminated will be crowned the new NFW TV Champion!”
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“And here we go!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Get some motherfuckers!”
The second the bell rang, most of the men rushed each other and began throwing fists and forearms. Brawling it out with one another. Eric Lee was the only one who immediately dropped down and rolled out of the ring and began searching for stuff. The referees started trying to coax him back in the ring as the man came back up with a singapore cane and smacked the apron with it, causing the refs to jump back. He tossed it into the ring and started throwing more things. Chairs, baking sheets, trash cans. He even took the time to set up a table right beside the ring before grabbing another singapore cane and slid back into the ring to join the chaos.
Tim Hunt and Lash Donohue paired off with the King of Controversy drilling the Diamond one with hands in the corner after their social media spats. Experience beat out inexperience as Tim just continued to lay into Lash like he was a hated foe. One might have thought so if they hadn’t known better.
Darius Crowley and Keiji Sugiwara paired off in a strike fest with one another with Darius backing Keiji into a corner before he started trying to eliminate him.
The Rebel Forces, Teddy Morse and Chase Eavans doubled up on Tyson Law, taking out some pent up frustrations on the man formerly a part of the Renegades. This was short lived, however, as Eric Lee targeted them first with his singapore cane and proceeded to whack the crap out of both of the Tennessee natives. Once they were down, Tyson Law started to recover, only to have Lee crack him right over the head as well. From behind, El Piso Mojado tried push Eric Lee into the ropes to get him out but Lee reversed it and twisted around Piso. With his weapon still in hand, he CRACKED the cane over El Piso Mojado’s head. Piso staggered back into the ropes and Lee ran up, clotheslining him over the top using the cane as well. Piso hit the floor, eliminated.
As Darius Crowley was laying into Keiji Sugiwara, still fighting with him on the ropes, William Mannheim walked right up and flipped Darius over, sending both him and Keiji out of the ring and to the floor. Teddy Morse and Chase Evans were back up on their feet and a one-off alliance seemed to form between Tim Hunt and Lash Donohue as they paired off against the Rebel Forces. Tim vs Teddy. Lash vs Chase. Big Chase backed Lash into a corner and proceeded to stomp a mudhole into him. Meanwhile, Tim got Teddy up and delivered a thunderous powerbomb to the center of the ring. As he got to his feet, he turned just as Tyson was getting up and called him over. Together, Tim and Tyson picked up Teddy and combined their strength to throw the man out and to the floor. The crowd boo’ed the pair as they seemed to be celebrating their effort...until Tim Hunt suddenly grabbed Tyson and slung him over the top rope as well! Tyson got to his feet, looking up at Tim with shock on his face. Inside the ring, Tim Hunt shrugged his shoulders and tapped his temple. This distraction left him open to have William Mannheim run up and nearly eliminate him but Tim held onto the rope and kept himself on the apron. Before Mannheim could follow up, Eric Lee saw the other veteran in the ring that was becoming his budding rival and rushed in with a chair shot from behind. Mannheim staggered back as Lee hit him with another shot. Lash Donohue, meanwhile, was starting to get some offense against Chase Eavans, hitting him with stiff strikes before hitting an Irish whip on the man, sending him right at Tim Hunt. Hunt dropped down, pulling the top rope and Chase Evans went tumbling over the top rope to the floor. Lash Donohue ran in to try and knock Tim Hunt off the apron but Hunt rammed him with his shoulder to slow him down before slinging himself over the top rope to hit Donohue with a sunset flip powerbomb. Tim Hunt got to his feet and proceeded to punish Lash Donohue with more fists and knees before grabbing a trash can lid and laying into the young man with that.
Eric Lee and William Mannheim were having an absolute slug fest with Mannheim obviously having the power advantage but Lee wasn’t staying down. Instead, the two were going back and forth with baking sheets across each other’s heads. Mannheim was looking like he had the exchange almost won until Lee swung his weapon again, this time right for Mannheim’s bandaged hand. Eric Lee stepped in for another shot but an enraged Mannheim hauled off and clocked him with his good hand, across the jaw. Lee stumbled back into the ropes and Mannheim ran up, clotheslining him over the top BUT Lee landed on the table he had previously set up. Technically saving him. Taking a moment to decide what to do, Mannheim decided to finish the man off rather than going for Lash and Tim. Mannheim stepped over the top rope, given his size and onto the apron with Eric Lee. Using the table to also keep himself in the match, Mannheim lifted Eric Lee up for the Deliverance, likely intent on throwing him to the floor rather than sitting out with the move. However, as he hoisted Eric Lee over his head and into the powerbomb position, Eric Lee slipped his legs off in one smooth counter and came down with an arm around Mannheim’s head, countering the powerbomb into a DDT, driving his head through the table but subsequently eliminating both Mannheim and himself as the table EXPLODED beneath both men.
CROWD
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
It was down to Lash Donohue and Tim Hunt, trading offense in the ring with Hunt still having somewhat of an edge over Donohue. Tim stayed on the offensive until he rushed in on Lash and the rookie took him down with a Japanese armdrag counter. As Tim got to his feet, Lash shot in for a double leg takedown and unleashed a flurry of fists. Tim managed to get the man off of him and crawled back into a corner to try and get to his feet. He had a close call, however as Lash came running in for a corner cannonball senton but missed his mark, going too high and ended up trapping himself in the Tree of Woe. There was some laughter from the audience as Lash tried to get himself unstuck but Tim Hunt capitalized and crawled out from behind Lash to get to his feet. There, he began to kick and stomp. Laying the boots to Lash’s midsection while he was hanging before finally ‘helping’ him get his feet unstuck and letting him fall to the mat. Looking around at the crowd, Tim Hunt signaled that it was time to end the match. Pulling Lash to his feet, he set the man up for a powerbomb, clearly intent on throwing him out of the ring. Lash began to bring down fists onto Tim’s head in desperation, however to try and get down. Tim ran forward to throw Lash out. As he reached the ropes, Lash threw himself back down to grab onto the top rope and reversed the powerbomb into a hurricanrana, pulling Tim Hunt over. Tim fell to the floor and Lash held tight onto the rope to keep himself from going down with him. The fans held their breath as he pulled himself up enough to put his feet back on the apron and roll back inside the ring.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner! Aaaaaand NEEEEEW NFW TELEVISION CHAMPION...DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUUUUUUUE!!!!”
Ugly Kid Joe’s “Shine” filled the arena as Lash Donohue got to his feet with a look of shock on his face as the referee presented him with the NFW TV Title and raised his arm high. Like a kid on Christmas, Lash held the title up in his hand, running up onto the turnbuckle to show it off to the crowd.
HANSON
“And how’s that for a debut?! Lash Donohue, folks! Our new NFW TV Champion!”
AUGUSTINO
“I thought he was out of it there for a moment! Goofball!”
Winner: Lash Donohue
Result: ----
Time: 10:53
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As the music continued to blast through the arena and the new Television Champion celebrated his victory, the cameras cut over to Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino at the announce table. However only Nick Hanson is looking at the camera while Miranda Augustino has her hand to her headset as she looks down and appears to be getting something.
HANSON
“Hell of an opening match, folks! Congratulations to our newly crowned Television Champion--”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey whoa whoa whoa, hold on, Nick!”
HANSON
“What’s wrong?”
AUGUSTINO
“I’m getting some input from backstage. We got something going down! Cut to the back, cut to the back!”
The camera cuts backstage to another cameraman who just happens to be following Steven Brody, already beelining angrily down the hallway towards a commotion going on in the distance. A handful of security can be seen separating two superstars while it looks like Jessica Clarkson, herself, is caught up in everything, trying to play peacemaker. The little five foot nothing girl with a stack of papers in her arms stands back, standing on her tiptoes as she calls out.
“Hey! C’mon you two! Don’t do this here, please? I need to get inside my office!” Jessie pouts adorably as it’s apparently going down right in front of her office door. When she looks up and sees Steven Brody approaching, however, her face lights up with relief. “Oh! Mr. Brody! Mr. Brody! Thank goodness! Can you help?! They’re trying to fight already!”
“I got it, Jessie.” Steven Brody says as he gives the girl a pat on the shoulder and walks right up on the scene of the chaos. With the camera right behind Brody, it becomes clear that the two superstars trying to go at it are none other than Erin Mercer and Christina Olson. “HEY!! ENOUGH!!! BOTH OF YOU!!!”
Everything finally stops and both of the redheaded women look at Steven Brody. Erin Mercer shakes the hands of the security guards off of her and fixes her jacket over a cropped AC/DC shirt. She shoots Christina an angry ‘I’m gonna kill you’ glare as the NFW Commissioner steps right up to both of them with an angry scowl on his face.
“You two want a fight? You have a tag match against each other, later. What the HELL is this, here, about?” Brody looks directly to Christina Olson as if expecting her to answer first.
Christina looks at Erin, the look of hatred clear in her eyes then looks back at Brody and rips herself away from the security holding her back. “Fuck, I saw her backstage here, said a few words and then things escalated and I was ready to just knock her fucking head off right here and now and not wait until the main event. I’m ready for a fight, not just a goddamn match.”
Steven rubs one side of his face as if he has a headache coming on. “You literally just saw Ms. Mercer walking around and decided you wanted to start trouble. Is that what you’re saying?”
“This bitch wants a fucking fight, I’ll give her one!” Erin interjects before Christina can answer and goes to lunge on her again but security holds her back. Security also grabs Christina as a precaution before she can come at Erin.
“I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!” Steven Brody yells, throwing his hands up and looks between the two with heavy frustration on his face. “Now, it’s a title match between both of your teams but neither of you can respect that? Is that how bad it is between the two of you? I don’t see Lilith or Stone back here trying to take shots at each other.”
“That ain’t Vince’s style. You know that.” Erin chimed in. “Though, I have to wonder where blondie is, anyway? How come I’m not getting jumped two on one here? She have a change of conscience or something?” Erin asked snidely to Christina.
“We all know Lilith ain’t one to jump someone from behind. Hell, ain’t nobody in The Kingdom that needs to or has ever done such a fucking thing. And just like Vince, Lilith ain’t one to do shit like this. She lets her ring work do the talkin for her. Shit, I have a proposition for ya though, Erin,” Christina laughs and looks at Erin once more before looking back at Brody, “That is, if you’re woman enough to accept a last minute challenge for this unification match between us.”
Erin looks at Christina with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes, full of suspicion as she glances to Brody.
Brody looks between the two women then to Erin, curious himself as he waits.
“Fuck it.” Erin says, crossing her arms and looks directly at Christina. “Shoot.”
“I say, we make this match a fucking steel cage match. Only way to win is by having both members escape the cage. Maybe after this, all the anger and aggression we have between us will be put in the past if we bloody each other up enough. What do you say,” Christina grins, the tone in her voice has a hint of respect in it for Erin now. “Or are you scared?”
Erin narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to Christina then, causing the security guards present to close in and be ready to pull them apart again. “...I’m gonna say this one final time, bi--...Christina….” Surprisingly, Erin actually stops herself from letting the full word ‘bitch’ come out of her mouth. “I’m not afraid of the Kingdom. I’m not afraid of your champion. I’m not afraid of your Queen. I’m not afraid of Morgan or Lluvia. I don’t even know enough about your new man to even decide whether I should consider being afraid of him. But most of all, and no offense, but I’m not afraid of you.” Erin pauses, looking to Brody then back to Christina. “You should know by now, I don’t back down from a fight from anyone in any way, shape or form. You want a fucking cage match?” She turned to Brody again. “Book it.”
Steven Brody looks at Christina and Erin silently for a moment before turning his head slightly to call back behind him. “Jessie.”
Adorable as ever, Jessica Clarkson comes scurrying up beside him. She’s so short that the camera focusing on Brody barely captures all of her head and we only see her from the nose up. “Yes, Mr. Brody?”
Brody never takes his eyes off of the two redheads at each other’s throats. “Do we have the cage here with us?”
“Pretty sure, yeah!” Jessie quips. “Do you want me to have the crew get it ready?”
Steven Brody stays silent for a moment as he looks to be considering Christina Olson’s proposal. “...Yeah. Make sure the cage is set up for the last match. Let’s up the ante on the tag title match. But you two!” He points to Christina and Erin with both index fingers. “Keep your tempers under control until then!”
“I’m pretty sure I can do that, bossman. I got what I wanted and Erin, if this were different circumstances and a different life, I can only imagine the wild and kinky sex I’d have with you,” Christina laughs and blows a kiss to Erin before giving a quick wink and walking away from the fray going on and making her way back towards The Kingdom locker room.
Erin watches Christina go with a speechless look on her face. She brings up a finger, opening her mouth but closes it and lowers it before shaking her head, deciding not to say whatever’s on her mind as she head in the opposite direction towards her own locker room.
The camera finally focuses on Steven Brody and Jessica Clarkson, with the latter meekly trying to squeeze through the group of security guards, muttering ‘excuse me’, ‘pardon me’ and ‘can I just…’ as she finally gets into the office assigned for her in the building.
Meanwhile, Steven Brody looks like he’s about to have an aneurysm as he rubs the back of his neck. “I need to find a new women’s GM. Christ’s sake….” He turns, walking off towards his own office before the shot cuts back to Nick and Miranda, looking wide eyed at the table.
AUGUSTINO
“Whoa! Did you hear that?!”
HANSON
“I did! The main event tonight to unify the tag titles is now a cage match!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, that too, but I’m talking about Christina Olson wanting to fuck Erin Mercer! I’d probably pay good money to see that shit!”
HANSON
“Oh for the love of GOD, Miranda!!! Folks, we’re gonna take a quick commercial break. We’ll be right back!”
Fade to black.
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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 Crowley walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in long pants and a crop top, carrying her Warrior title, 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.
AUGUSTINO
“YES! Mami and Papi came after all!”
HANSON
“You didn’t know about this?”
AUGUSTINO
“Eavan told me she’d be at the next show. I flew out from New Orleans last night.”
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
They 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.
“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 motions for a microphone, looks over at Miranda and mouths the word ‘surprise’ at her before blowing her a kiss. When she’s handed the mic, she re-adjusts her title on her shoulder.
“I stand among you tonight proud of what I accomplished last week in Chicago, and in the Queen of the Frontier tournament. I mean, I finished 3rd overall in that tournament, the only two ahead of me… well, really, the ONLY one who was really ahead of me was Jaz, who went on to lose her world title contenders’ match to Cherry Addams. Don’t worry, Peroxide Queen, I won’t talk about you anymore.”
Eavan paces around the ring, and takes the Warrior Title off her shoulder and looks down at it.
“You know, beginning of this year, I made a vow to myself that I was going to become the best version of me that I could. I was going to rise above the politics, the unnecessary bullshit, the toxicity, and do what I was held back from doing elsewhere. I went BACK to WWA after some months off, and I’m a few days away from kicking some blue-haired idiot who seems to think she’s family into oblivion and getting the World Title match I’ve deserved over there for the last year. Here in New Frontier, I took a little belt, the Women’s Television Title, and made it the most-coveted and most-defended title in NFW history. I defended that little title ELEVEN times, more than anyone else.”
Eavan lays the title on the mat in front of her.
“This Warrior Title is cool and all, but it’s not a sanctioned championship here, so it’s basically useless for now. It feels lighter without the TV Title attached to it, so I think I need a new title. Something bigger.
Christina Olsen started putting the idea in my head for a future title match when they won the titles tonight. And I pondered it, I’ve never held a tag team championship so I kept it as an option. And then I thought about fulfilling that dream match that you all have asked about, and debating calling out the Women’s World Champion. I’d sit back and see who would win between Cherry and Sativa, and call out the winner. And then it hit me. I’ve already BEAT practically every woman in this company, a few of them more than once. So WHY would I want a title for a division I already run? I’ll leave that to the Ho Hive.”
The crowd starts a Ho Hive chant as Eavan rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“You guys are gonna get me in shit, I swear. Anyway, after much debate and going back and forth on my decision, I decided I wanted a bigger challenge. Like Rick Dickulous-ly big.”
The fans pop and start a Warrior chant as Eavan smiles.
“Hey hoser. You told me last week on Twitter that if I ever wanted a title shot to ask, eh? You may be damn near seven feet tall and well over three fifty, but you’ve seen what I can do. I survived damn near thirty minutes with Bonkers BEFORE I stepped into the TLC match where we all went another forty-five minutes. Thing is, Rick, I might be small, but I’m built to take a beating and keep coming back for more. So, I’m not just ASKING, Rick. I’m tired of being the baddest bitch in the women’s division. I want to be the baddest bitch in the entire company. You might be the two-time champ, but I make gold more valuable than platinum. And the Silver Mountain Title needs somebody who’s been forged in fire, and walks the earth with the faint smell of brimstone. You can probably reach up and touch Heaven, but you’ll never get low enough to catch this Demon. Big man, I’m calling you out.”
AUGUSTINO
“Whoa!!!”
HANSON
“How about that?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Mami’s gonna challenge Big Dick Rick?!”
HANSON
“Will you stop calling him that?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, I hear things!”
HANSON
“Oh brother….”
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“ARE YOU READY?”
Eavan Crowley walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in long pants and a crop top, carrying her Warrior title, 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.
AUGUSTINO
“YES! Mami and Papi came after all!”
HANSON
“You didn’t know about this?”
AUGUSTINO
“Eavan told me she’d be at the next show. I flew out from New Orleans last night.”
“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”
They 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.
“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 motions for a microphone, looks over at Miranda and mouths the word ‘surprise’ at her before blowing her a kiss. When she’s handed the mic, she re-adjusts her title on her shoulder.
“I stand among you tonight proud of what I accomplished last week in Chicago, and in the Queen of the Frontier tournament. I mean, I finished 3rd overall in that tournament, the only two ahead of me… well, really, the ONLY one who was really ahead of me was Jaz, who went on to lose her world title contenders’ match to Cherry Addams. Don’t worry, Peroxide Queen, I won’t talk about you anymore.”
Eavan paces around the ring, and takes the Warrior Title off her shoulder and looks down at it.
“You know, beginning of this year, I made a vow to myself that I was going to become the best version of me that I could. I was going to rise above the politics, the unnecessary bullshit, the toxicity, and do what I was held back from doing elsewhere. I went BACK to WWA after some months off, and I’m a few days away from kicking some blue-haired idiot who seems to think she’s family into oblivion and getting the World Title match I’ve deserved over there for the last year. Here in New Frontier, I took a little belt, the Women’s Television Title, and made it the most-coveted and most-defended title in NFW history. I defended that little title ELEVEN times, more than anyone else.”
Eavan lays the title on the mat in front of her.
“This Warrior Title is cool and all, but it’s not a sanctioned championship here, so it’s basically useless for now. It feels lighter without the TV Title attached to it, so I think I need a new title. Something bigger.
Christina Olsen started putting the idea in my head for a future title match when they won the titles tonight. And I pondered it, I’ve never held a tag team championship so I kept it as an option. And then I thought about fulfilling that dream match that you all have asked about, and debating calling out the Women’s World Champion. I’d sit back and see who would win between Cherry and Sativa, and call out the winner. And then it hit me. I’ve already BEAT practically every woman in this company, a few of them more than once. So WHY would I want a title for a division I already run? I’ll leave that to the Ho Hive.”
The crowd starts a Ho Hive chant as Eavan rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“You guys are gonna get me in shit, I swear. Anyway, after much debate and going back and forth on my decision, I decided I wanted a bigger challenge. Like Rick Dickulous-ly big.”
The fans pop and start a Warrior chant as Eavan smiles.
“Hey hoser. You told me last week on Twitter that if I ever wanted a title shot to ask, eh? You may be damn near seven feet tall and well over three fifty, but you’ve seen what I can do. I survived damn near thirty minutes with Bonkers BEFORE I stepped into the TLC match where we all went another forty-five minutes. Thing is, Rick, I might be small, but I’m built to take a beating and keep coming back for more. So, I’m not just ASKING, Rick. I’m tired of being the baddest bitch in the women’s division. I want to be the baddest bitch in the entire company. You might be the two-time champ, but I make gold more valuable than platinum. And the Silver Mountain Title needs somebody who’s been forged in fire, and walks the earth with the faint smell of brimstone. You can probably reach up and touch Heaven, but you’ll never get low enough to catch this Demon. Big man, I’m calling you out.”
AUGUSTINO
“Whoa!!!”
HANSON
“How about that?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Mami’s gonna challenge Big Dick Rick?!”
HANSON
“Will you stop calling him that?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, I hear things!”
HANSON
“Oh brother….”
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*An old black and white movie showing men 50 feet away from the camera walking into a snow covered firest. The old reel skips in places, every so often there seem to be small jumps in time. The men all carry buckets and appear to be laughing silently as soft music plays. A soothing male voice speaks over the music*
"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."
*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*
"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."
*Dark brown, viscuous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*
"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"
*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"
*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*
"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"
*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*
"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"
*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*
"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"
*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*
"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."
"Man, fuck the kids..."
*Rick looks into the camera*
"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."
*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*
"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"
*The off camera voice again audible*
"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."
*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*
"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."
*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscuous, looking almost like real blood*
"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"
*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera. The camera cuts to a table with a plate of pancakes stacked on top as Rick Dickulous' hand slams a bottom of Tree Blood Syrup down right next to it.*
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[Match #2. Singles Match - Danielle Anderson v. Starlight]
The lights dim until they’re off and the kick-start introduction of “Overtime” by Cash Cash begins to resonate from the PA system. Pink lights begin to flash to the beat of the music.
“GET DOWN!”
Suddenly, a spotlight shines on the entrance. Through the curtains, Danni Anderson cartwheels and lands in a cool crouching tiger-esque pose on the entrance. The fans cheer for the Pink Sugarplum Fairy and even move to her music.
“GET UP AGAIN!"
Danni hops up, bounces from foot to foot, and claps along with the beat of the music. This builds the energy of the fans and she smiles brightly.
“Come on, come on, move!
Get down! Get up again!
Work it, do it overtime!”
She dances along the ramp, tags a few fans, spins around, and hops up and down.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Making her New Frontier debut! From Santa Monica, California! Please welcome, the Pink Sugarplum Fairy...DANNI...ANDERSON!!!!”
HANSON
“And there she is folks! The Pink Sugarplum Fairy, Danielle Anderson! Trained and graduated from the Hybrid Wrestling School in Asheville, North Carolina!
AUGUSTINO
“I love her energy, Nick!”
HANSON
“I do too! Let’s see if she can keep it going in her debut here!”
“Get down! Get up again!
Come on, come on, right! to! down!”
Right on cue, Danni flips into a low dance-like pose and the fans cheer her on. She then hops onto the ring apron, turns with her back towards the ropes, places her hands along the top rope, and she backflips into the ring with style. There’s an extra burst of cheers and applause from the fans as she claps her hands for everyone in attendance and bounces with excitement.
“Get up again! Work it, do it overtime!”
She does a cute little dance in the ring, spins around, and she blows kisses for the fans. She throws peace signs with both hands before she hops back to her corner and embraces the fans’ approval. The lights come back on and the music fades.
Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go.
Yeah, Be prepared.
Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh.
...For what?
For the death of the Queen.
Why? Is she sick?
No, fool-- we're going to kill her.
Great idea! Who needs a Queen?
No Queen! No Queen! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!
Idiots! There will be a Queen!
Hey, but you said, uh...
Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. She is holding a microphone looking up at the crowd her red eyes glowing with the sirens.
I will be Queen!
She cackles as she drops the microphone lifting her arms up the sirens cut out. Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. #Queenslayer appears as blue spotlights appear on the ramp. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! Residing in Aokigahara, Japan! STARLIGHT!!!”
HANSON
“Been awhile since we’ve seen her, huh?”
AUGUSTINO
“She’s been busy over in Japan with WWH’s Shogun Tournament, from what I hear! Same as Angel Kusanagi!”
HANSON
“Angel worked double time, though.”
AUGUSTINO
“Well….”
HANSON
“Just saying!”
Starlight looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turn buckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent.
~DING DING DING~
Literally as soon as the bell rang, Starlight came barreling across the ring and surprised Danni Anderson with a big splash right in the corner. The larger, stronger of the women in the ring held the smaller one up to keep her from falling and proceeded to lay into her with heavy fists and forearms. Danni looked like she was staggered as Starlight grabbed her by her hair and delivered a hairwhip, tossing the petite redhead halfway across the ring. Danni landed hard on the mat as the fans booed Starlight for her overly aggressive ways. Starlight kept it up, however, as Danni pulled herself to her feet only to be floored again with a big boot. Starlight dropped down and pressed onto Danni to administer a cover.
ONE!
TW--KICKOUT!
The crowd popped as Danni got her shoulder up. Starlight rose up on her knees, sneering down at her opponent. Starlight grabbed a handful of Danni’s hair, pulling her up to her feet as the referee warned her about the hair. Starlight took Danni by the wrist and feinted an Irish whip only to yank Danni right back into a shortarm lariat. Danni flipped from the impact and landed hard on her stomach. Starlight ran off of the ropes, coming back in for an attempt at a running splash but Danni rolled out of the way, causing Starlight to land hard on her own stomach. The hyperactive little redhead continued to roll across the mat, from the center of the ring until she ended up on the apron where she could stand up on the outside of the ropes. As Starlight got to her feet, Danni hit a springboard and came down with an attempt at a hurricanrana. Starlight powered the woman back up for a powerbomb but Danni used her momentum to slip over Starlight’s head, going into an attempt for a Sunset Flip Powerbomb. Starlight stayed on her feet as Danni laid underneath her and tried to keep pulling her down. Shaking her head, Starlight leaped up for a sitdown splash onto Danni but again, Danni moved out of the way, causing Starlight to land hard on her backside. Danni was quick to hop up to her feet, then, and ran off the ropes, coming in for a sliding variation of the Shotei Palm Strike. Starlight fell back and Danni was back up on her feet, giving a quick look back to her opponent to make sure she was in the proper position before hitting a stunning Standing Moonsault, followed by a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Starlight kicked out, sending Danni flying off of her and towards the apron. Danni rolled under again and sat up on the apron, pulling herself up on the outside again. She looked to be setting up for another springboard maneuver, however this time, Starlight hit the ropes on the opposite side as Danni was just getting up and delivered a big boot that sent Danni flying off the apron and to the floor near the ramp. Starlight followed Danni out of the ring and gained control of the match again, proceeding to manhandle the debuting wrestler around the outside area of the ring. Starlight continued to work Danni over with hard forearms and European Uppercuts, all mixed in with stiff chops to the woman as she leaned her against the fan barricade. Starlight, at one point, lifted Danni up and dropped her across the barricade on her midsection. Starlight broke up the 20 count by sliding halfway into the ring and right back out to continue the punishment on her opponent. This left the opening, however, for Danni to start making a comeback as she stepped out from against the barricade and rocked Starlight with a European Uppercut! Starlight staggered back and Danni came running in, delivering a Shotgun Dropkick to the woman, knocking her against the ringpost. Starlight wasn’t down yet, but stumbled back around the ring corner.
The fans really got behind Danni here as she took a running start and literally torpedo’d herself underneath the bottom turnbuckle, over the mat and threw her entire body into Starlight, catching her around the head and bringing her down with a DDT. Feeling fired up again, Danni picked Starlight up to her feet and threw her into the ring, sliding in after her to go for a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
Starlight got the shoulder up but the crowd began a “LET’S GO, DANNI! LET’S GO!” chant. As Starlight started getting to her feet, Danni stood ready with her fists up and proceeded to chip away at the bigger woman’s armor with some rabbit punches. Before Danni could finish what appeared to be a little combo setup, Starlight knocked her hands away and went for a big forearm. Danni, little as she was, slipped underneath and as Starlight spun back around, Danni jumped up, grabbing her by the hair and delivered a sitout facebuster she liked to call the Stars-a-Dancing! This put Starlight down and right into position for something that had Danni realize her window of opportunity. She climbed - no - practically sprung up onto the top rope, where she amazed the crowd, delivering A.D.H.D, coming down hard on Starlight and going for another cover, this time for the--
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! DANNI...ANDERSON!!”
HANSON
“And what a great NFW debut for that young lady right there!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, she kept that burst of energy through most of the match! Had a bit of a hiccup here and there but she got it!”
HANSON
“Welp! Welcome to the New Frontier young lady!”
Winner: Danni Anderson
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:42
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Angel Kash v. Trina Tanaka]
As the camera returned to the ring, Trina Tanaka was already standing in the ring, warming up as Roger Arden entered the ring with a microphone.
HANSON
“Welcome back, folks! Get ready for more action!”
AUGUSTINO
“This one oughta be good! Not as good as the original plan but oh well!”
The fans begin to boo loudly as "Superficial" by Heidi Montag hits over the public address system
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
As the lights dim and flash gold all over the arena, a lone spotlight forms at the entrance ramp as out from the back first steps Leroy with a stern look on his face. After a few moments, Todd walks out from behind him, looking nervous. As he claps within a few seconds in arrogant and exaggerated fashion, Angel Kash herself walks out as the fans boo loudly.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring at this time, from Boston, Massachusetts! TRINA...TANAKA!! And...her opponent! Making her New Frontier debut! From New York, New York! She is the Trillion Dollar Princess...the Golden Queen...ANGEL...KASH!!!!”
HANSON
“Well, we’ve certainly heard a lot about this lovely young lady, right here, haven’t we, Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“She is no stranger to voicing her opinion, mainly of herself, not to mention those around her. But hey! If you’ve got it? Flaunt it!”
HANSON
“I hear she’s got some history with the Kingdom over in Hybrid, now here she is in New Frontier.”
AUGUSTINO
“I watch Hybrid. She’s tussled with a couple of the Kingdom girls. Defeated them both.”
HANSON
“You don’t say?”
AUGUSTINO
“I do!”
HANSON
“Well, let’s see what the Trillion Dollar Princess brings to the New Frontier then!”
Hoppin' out the maserati
All I see is paparazzi
Snapping pictures for the
Front cover of a magazine
So I pose in everything I wear
Love to make the people stare
Always center of attention
Lookin' so bootylicious
Angel blows an arrogant kiss to the fans before doing a series of arrogant poses at the top of the ramp. She then says something to Todd and Leroy as they first go ahead, before the arrogant rich blonde bombshell does an arrogant supermodel like strut down to the ring, taunting the fans as she walks by them, before rudely sticking out her hand, and flipping her hair arrogantly as she brushes past the fans, not letting them even come close to touching her. She makes her way up the ring steps with Leroy, holding her hand from the outside, as Todd is standing in front of her on the ring apron. Angel then points down as he holds the ropes for her; she enters and poses in the center of the ring as the fans boo loudly. After that, she lays on the top turnbuckle nonchalantly taunting the fans as Todd hands her a mirror and she admires her beauty.
~DING DING DING~
Angel Kash and Trina Tanaka are in the ring as the bell sounds. Angel struts to the center of the ring, arrogantly as she looks over the woman that is no more than what would be known as a jobber in the business. Trina’s not gonna take her mouth though and gives words right back to her. Kash and Tanaka are jawing back and forth with Tanaka bowing up on the little rich blonde, asking if she really wants a piece of this. Kash flips her hair back over her shoulder and rests her hand on her hips, cocking one out with an arrogant smirk on her face. She waves a finger up and down, motioning to Trina Tanaka’s lanky frame and makes some sort of comment. This gets Tanaka heated and she pie faces Kash with one hand. Kash looks like the pie face just offended her more than anything else in the world and rears back, SLAPPING Tanaka across the face before wiping her face with her hand. She sticks a finger up to Tanaka as the Japanese American touches her face where she got slapped with a boiling look of rage in her eyes.
“How DARE you slap me, you little bi--”
Angel Kash doesn’t get her full insult out before Trina Tanaka fires back with a stiff forearm and staggers her back. The crowd actually starts to pop for Tanaka as the underdog stays on Angel Kash, firing away with forearm after forearm until Angel is backed into the corner. She keeps hammering away until the referee starts to count. Trina breaks the count, not by stepping away but by grabbing Angel by the hair and throwing her to the center of the ring like a weightless doll. Trina Tanaka starts to get excited and play to the crowd. This gives Kash enough time to get up onto her knees before Trina grabs her by the head and drills her into the mat with a DDT. She goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Angel gets the shoulder up and Trina shakes her head in frustration. She feeds Angel another forearm to keep her on the mat then gets up, running off the ropes and comes back for a running leg drop that catches Kash right across the sternum. As soon as she lifts her leg, however, Kash rolls away and scurries to the ropes. Trina gives chase and catches Angel by her feet as she tries to crawl out of the ring. The crowd gives a laugh as they watch the larger of the two blondes literally drag Angel Kash flailing and screaming back into the ring. Trina finishes this with a knee slam to the mat, lifting Angel’s leg up and driving it back down. She’s absolutely dominating the spoiled woman. As she starts advancing on Angel Kash again, Kash starts kicking her legs out, trying to keep Trina away. Everytime she does, Trina draws her hands back. For a brief moment, neither woman moves until Trina goes to grab Angel again. Angel kicks her foot out and catches Trina right in the face. As Trina holds her face, Angel grabs Trina and tries to go for a rollup. Trina’s rolls through it, however and comes up onto her feet, running in for a basement dropkick. Angel rolls out of the way, however and comes up and rakes her nails down Trina’s back. Trina reels back and Angel mounts her, throwing rapid, brutal forearms and fists upon her face. This match is turning into a cat fight. Angel Kash lets up on the assault, only to go for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Which Trina kicks out of by shoving Angel off of her. Angel rolls under the apron and starts climbing to her feet. Trina Tanaka runs in for an attack but Angel dips down and rams her shoulder right into Trina’s midsection between the ropes. This does enough to stop Trina and as she steps in again, Angel grabs her by the head and delivers a hotshot onto the top rope. As Trina stumbles back from the ropes, Angel Kash climbs up onto the apron and scales the turnbuckle. She comes off the top with a double axe handle but Trina catches her in a bear hug and runs her into the corner. Trina backs up and runs right back into her with a hip attack, knocking her to the mat in the corner. Here, Trina shoves her boot against Angel’s face, causing the rich blonde to flail violently, trying to get her foot off of her throat. Only when Trina steps away is Angel allowed any breathing room. She doesn’t get much, however, as Trina comes running back in from the other corner and delivers a cannonball senton. Trina pulls Angel out flat on the mat and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
But Angel Kash reaches out and manages to grab the rope, breaking the count. Getting more frustrated, Trina Tanaka pulls Angel up to her feet again. She takes too long, however, taunting her opponent as she slowly pulls her up and Angel catches her in the eyes with her nails. The referee chides Angel Kash for this but she pushes passed the official and runs right up behind Trina Tanaka to deliver a bulldog. Steel goes down and as she comes up again, Angel runs in with a running knee lift, right to the jaw, rocking the big woman. Trina goes down again and Angel pounces on her, pulling at her hair and ramming the back of her head into the mat until the referee manages to get her to back off. The fans boo the Golden Queen’s unorthodox ways as she stands back, poised and ready, beckoning with her fingers and yelling at Trina Tanaka to “COME ON!!!!” Trina gets to her feet, shaking the dizziness from her head but as she turns towards Kash, Angel runs right up and catches her with the Kash Flow!! Angel Kash goes for the cover again, hooking one leg on Trina but also, due to the referee’s position, she sticks her feet up on the ropes for leverage.
ONE!
HANSON
“Hey wait a minute! Wait a minute!”
TWO!
AUGUSTINO
“Eyes, ref! Eyes!”
THREE!
~DING DING DING!~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!!! ANGEL...KASH!!”
Angel Kash rolls out of the ring, laughing arrogantly as she points at Trina Tanaka and backs up the ramp. The referee catches up to raise her arm. Trina lies there, virtually out cold as Angel Kash celebrates up the ramp with Todd and Leroy.
Winner: Angel Kash
Result: Pinfall
Time: 8:51
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"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."
*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*
"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."
*Dark brown, viscuous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*
"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"
*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"
*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*
"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"
*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*
"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"
*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*
"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"
*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*
"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."
"Man, fuck the kids..."
*Rick looks into the camera*
"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."
*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*
"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"
*The off camera voice again audible*
"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."
*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*
"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."
*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscuous, looking almost like real blood*
"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"
*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera. The camera cuts to a table with a plate of pancakes stacked on top as Rick Dickulous' hand slams a bottom of Tree Blood Syrup down right next to it.*
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[Match #2. Singles Match - Danielle Anderson v. Starlight]
The lights dim until they’re off and the kick-start introduction of “Overtime” by Cash Cash begins to resonate from the PA system. Pink lights begin to flash to the beat of the music.
“GET DOWN!”
Suddenly, a spotlight shines on the entrance. Through the curtains, Danni Anderson cartwheels and lands in a cool crouching tiger-esque pose on the entrance. The fans cheer for the Pink Sugarplum Fairy and even move to her music.
“GET UP AGAIN!"
Danni hops up, bounces from foot to foot, and claps along with the beat of the music. This builds the energy of the fans and she smiles brightly.
“Come on, come on, move!
Get down! Get up again!
Work it, do it overtime!”
She dances along the ramp, tags a few fans, spins around, and hops up and down.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Making her New Frontier debut! From Santa Monica, California! Please welcome, the Pink Sugarplum Fairy...DANNI...ANDERSON!!!!”
HANSON
“And there she is folks! The Pink Sugarplum Fairy, Danielle Anderson! Trained and graduated from the Hybrid Wrestling School in Asheville, North Carolina!
AUGUSTINO
“I love her energy, Nick!”
HANSON
“I do too! Let’s see if she can keep it going in her debut here!”
“Get down! Get up again!
Come on, come on, right! to! down!”
Right on cue, Danni flips into a low dance-like pose and the fans cheer her on. She then hops onto the ring apron, turns with her back towards the ropes, places her hands along the top rope, and she backflips into the ring with style. There’s an extra burst of cheers and applause from the fans as she claps her hands for everyone in attendance and bounces with excitement.
“Get up again! Work it, do it overtime!”
She does a cute little dance in the ring, spins around, and she blows kisses for the fans. She throws peace signs with both hands before she hops back to her corner and embraces the fans’ approval. The lights come back on and the music fades.
Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go.
Yeah, Be prepared.
Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh.
...For what?
For the death of the Queen.
Why? Is she sick?
No, fool-- we're going to kill her.
Great idea! Who needs a Queen?
No Queen! No Queen! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!
Idiots! There will be a Queen!
Hey, but you said, uh...
Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. She is holding a microphone looking up at the crowd her red eyes glowing with the sirens.
I will be Queen!
She cackles as she drops the microphone lifting her arms up the sirens cut out. Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. #Queenslayer appears as blue spotlights appear on the ramp. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! Residing in Aokigahara, Japan! STARLIGHT!!!”
HANSON
“Been awhile since we’ve seen her, huh?”
AUGUSTINO
“She’s been busy over in Japan with WWH’s Shogun Tournament, from what I hear! Same as Angel Kusanagi!”
HANSON
“Angel worked double time, though.”
AUGUSTINO
“Well….”
HANSON
“Just saying!”
Starlight looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turn buckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent.
~DING DING DING~
Literally as soon as the bell rang, Starlight came barreling across the ring and surprised Danni Anderson with a big splash right in the corner. The larger, stronger of the women in the ring held the smaller one up to keep her from falling and proceeded to lay into her with heavy fists and forearms. Danni looked like she was staggered as Starlight grabbed her by her hair and delivered a hairwhip, tossing the petite redhead halfway across the ring. Danni landed hard on the mat as the fans booed Starlight for her overly aggressive ways. Starlight kept it up, however, as Danni pulled herself to her feet only to be floored again with a big boot. Starlight dropped down and pressed onto Danni to administer a cover.
ONE!
TW--KICKOUT!
The crowd popped as Danni got her shoulder up. Starlight rose up on her knees, sneering down at her opponent. Starlight grabbed a handful of Danni’s hair, pulling her up to her feet as the referee warned her about the hair. Starlight took Danni by the wrist and feinted an Irish whip only to yank Danni right back into a shortarm lariat. Danni flipped from the impact and landed hard on her stomach. Starlight ran off of the ropes, coming back in for an attempt at a running splash but Danni rolled out of the way, causing Starlight to land hard on her own stomach. The hyperactive little redhead continued to roll across the mat, from the center of the ring until she ended up on the apron where she could stand up on the outside of the ropes. As Starlight got to her feet, Danni hit a springboard and came down with an attempt at a hurricanrana. Starlight powered the woman back up for a powerbomb but Danni used her momentum to slip over Starlight’s head, going into an attempt for a Sunset Flip Powerbomb. Starlight stayed on her feet as Danni laid underneath her and tried to keep pulling her down. Shaking her head, Starlight leaped up for a sitdown splash onto Danni but again, Danni moved out of the way, causing Starlight to land hard on her backside. Danni was quick to hop up to her feet, then, and ran off the ropes, coming in for a sliding variation of the Shotei Palm Strike. Starlight fell back and Danni was back up on her feet, giving a quick look back to her opponent to make sure she was in the proper position before hitting a stunning Standing Moonsault, followed by a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Starlight kicked out, sending Danni flying off of her and towards the apron. Danni rolled under again and sat up on the apron, pulling herself up on the outside again. She looked to be setting up for another springboard maneuver, however this time, Starlight hit the ropes on the opposite side as Danni was just getting up and delivered a big boot that sent Danni flying off the apron and to the floor near the ramp. Starlight followed Danni out of the ring and gained control of the match again, proceeding to manhandle the debuting wrestler around the outside area of the ring. Starlight continued to work Danni over with hard forearms and European Uppercuts, all mixed in with stiff chops to the woman as she leaned her against the fan barricade. Starlight, at one point, lifted Danni up and dropped her across the barricade on her midsection. Starlight broke up the 20 count by sliding halfway into the ring and right back out to continue the punishment on her opponent. This left the opening, however, for Danni to start making a comeback as she stepped out from against the barricade and rocked Starlight with a European Uppercut! Starlight staggered back and Danni came running in, delivering a Shotgun Dropkick to the woman, knocking her against the ringpost. Starlight wasn’t down yet, but stumbled back around the ring corner.
The fans really got behind Danni here as she took a running start and literally torpedo’d herself underneath the bottom turnbuckle, over the mat and threw her entire body into Starlight, catching her around the head and bringing her down with a DDT. Feeling fired up again, Danni picked Starlight up to her feet and threw her into the ring, sliding in after her to go for a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
Starlight got the shoulder up but the crowd began a “LET’S GO, DANNI! LET’S GO!” chant. As Starlight started getting to her feet, Danni stood ready with her fists up and proceeded to chip away at the bigger woman’s armor with some rabbit punches. Before Danni could finish what appeared to be a little combo setup, Starlight knocked her hands away and went for a big forearm. Danni, little as she was, slipped underneath and as Starlight spun back around, Danni jumped up, grabbing her by the hair and delivered a sitout facebuster she liked to call the Stars-a-Dancing! This put Starlight down and right into position for something that had Danni realize her window of opportunity. She climbed - no - practically sprung up onto the top rope, where she amazed the crowd, delivering A.D.H.D, coming down hard on Starlight and going for another cover, this time for the--
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! DANNI...ANDERSON!!”
HANSON
“And what a great NFW debut for that young lady right there!”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, she kept that burst of energy through most of the match! Had a bit of a hiccup here and there but she got it!”
HANSON
“Welp! Welcome to the New Frontier young lady!”
Winner: Danni Anderson
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:42
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Angel Kash v. Trina Tanaka]
As the camera returned to the ring, Trina Tanaka was already standing in the ring, warming up as Roger Arden entered the ring with a microphone.
HANSON
“Welcome back, folks! Get ready for more action!”
AUGUSTINO
“This one oughta be good! Not as good as the original plan but oh well!”
The fans begin to boo loudly as "Superficial" by Heidi Montag hits over the public address system
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
As the lights dim and flash gold all over the arena, a lone spotlight forms at the entrance ramp as out from the back first steps Leroy with a stern look on his face. After a few moments, Todd walks out from behind him, looking nervous. As he claps within a few seconds in arrogant and exaggerated fashion, Angel Kash herself walks out as the fans boo loudly.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring at this time, from Boston, Massachusetts! TRINA...TANAKA!! And...her opponent! Making her New Frontier debut! From New York, New York! She is the Trillion Dollar Princess...the Golden Queen...ANGEL...KASH!!!!”
HANSON
“Well, we’ve certainly heard a lot about this lovely young lady, right here, haven’t we, Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“She is no stranger to voicing her opinion, mainly of herself, not to mention those around her. But hey! If you’ve got it? Flaunt it!”
HANSON
“I hear she’s got some history with the Kingdom over in Hybrid, now here she is in New Frontier.”
AUGUSTINO
“I watch Hybrid. She’s tussled with a couple of the Kingdom girls. Defeated them both.”
HANSON
“You don’t say?”
AUGUSTINO
“I do!”
HANSON
“Well, let’s see what the Trillion Dollar Princess brings to the New Frontier then!”
Hoppin' out the maserati
All I see is paparazzi
Snapping pictures for the
Front cover of a magazine
So I pose in everything I wear
Love to make the people stare
Always center of attention
Lookin' so bootylicious
Angel blows an arrogant kiss to the fans before doing a series of arrogant poses at the top of the ramp. She then says something to Todd and Leroy as they first go ahead, before the arrogant rich blonde bombshell does an arrogant supermodel like strut down to the ring, taunting the fans as she walks by them, before rudely sticking out her hand, and flipping her hair arrogantly as she brushes past the fans, not letting them even come close to touching her. She makes her way up the ring steps with Leroy, holding her hand from the outside, as Todd is standing in front of her on the ring apron. Angel then points down as he holds the ropes for her; she enters and poses in the center of the ring as the fans boo loudly. After that, she lays on the top turnbuckle nonchalantly taunting the fans as Todd hands her a mirror and she admires her beauty.
~DING DING DING~
Angel Kash and Trina Tanaka are in the ring as the bell sounds. Angel struts to the center of the ring, arrogantly as she looks over the woman that is no more than what would be known as a jobber in the business. Trina’s not gonna take her mouth though and gives words right back to her. Kash and Tanaka are jawing back and forth with Tanaka bowing up on the little rich blonde, asking if she really wants a piece of this. Kash flips her hair back over her shoulder and rests her hand on her hips, cocking one out with an arrogant smirk on her face. She waves a finger up and down, motioning to Trina Tanaka’s lanky frame and makes some sort of comment. This gets Tanaka heated and she pie faces Kash with one hand. Kash looks like the pie face just offended her more than anything else in the world and rears back, SLAPPING Tanaka across the face before wiping her face with her hand. She sticks a finger up to Tanaka as the Japanese American touches her face where she got slapped with a boiling look of rage in her eyes.
“How DARE you slap me, you little bi--”
Angel Kash doesn’t get her full insult out before Trina Tanaka fires back with a stiff forearm and staggers her back. The crowd actually starts to pop for Tanaka as the underdog stays on Angel Kash, firing away with forearm after forearm until Angel is backed into the corner. She keeps hammering away until the referee starts to count. Trina breaks the count, not by stepping away but by grabbing Angel by the hair and throwing her to the center of the ring like a weightless doll. Trina Tanaka starts to get excited and play to the crowd. This gives Kash enough time to get up onto her knees before Trina grabs her by the head and drills her into the mat with a DDT. She goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Angel gets the shoulder up and Trina shakes her head in frustration. She feeds Angel another forearm to keep her on the mat then gets up, running off the ropes and comes back for a running leg drop that catches Kash right across the sternum. As soon as she lifts her leg, however, Kash rolls away and scurries to the ropes. Trina gives chase and catches Angel by her feet as she tries to crawl out of the ring. The crowd gives a laugh as they watch the larger of the two blondes literally drag Angel Kash flailing and screaming back into the ring. Trina finishes this with a knee slam to the mat, lifting Angel’s leg up and driving it back down. She’s absolutely dominating the spoiled woman. As she starts advancing on Angel Kash again, Kash starts kicking her legs out, trying to keep Trina away. Everytime she does, Trina draws her hands back. For a brief moment, neither woman moves until Trina goes to grab Angel again. Angel kicks her foot out and catches Trina right in the face. As Trina holds her face, Angel grabs Trina and tries to go for a rollup. Trina’s rolls through it, however and comes up onto her feet, running in for a basement dropkick. Angel rolls out of the way, however and comes up and rakes her nails down Trina’s back. Trina reels back and Angel mounts her, throwing rapid, brutal forearms and fists upon her face. This match is turning into a cat fight. Angel Kash lets up on the assault, only to go for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Which Trina kicks out of by shoving Angel off of her. Angel rolls under the apron and starts climbing to her feet. Trina Tanaka runs in for an attack but Angel dips down and rams her shoulder right into Trina’s midsection between the ropes. This does enough to stop Trina and as she steps in again, Angel grabs her by the head and delivers a hotshot onto the top rope. As Trina stumbles back from the ropes, Angel Kash climbs up onto the apron and scales the turnbuckle. She comes off the top with a double axe handle but Trina catches her in a bear hug and runs her into the corner. Trina backs up and runs right back into her with a hip attack, knocking her to the mat in the corner. Here, Trina shoves her boot against Angel’s face, causing the rich blonde to flail violently, trying to get her foot off of her throat. Only when Trina steps away is Angel allowed any breathing room. She doesn’t get much, however, as Trina comes running back in from the other corner and delivers a cannonball senton. Trina pulls Angel out flat on the mat and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
But Angel Kash reaches out and manages to grab the rope, breaking the count. Getting more frustrated, Trina Tanaka pulls Angel up to her feet again. She takes too long, however, taunting her opponent as she slowly pulls her up and Angel catches her in the eyes with her nails. The referee chides Angel Kash for this but she pushes passed the official and runs right up behind Trina Tanaka to deliver a bulldog. Steel goes down and as she comes up again, Angel runs in with a running knee lift, right to the jaw, rocking the big woman. Trina goes down again and Angel pounces on her, pulling at her hair and ramming the back of her head into the mat until the referee manages to get her to back off. The fans boo the Golden Queen’s unorthodox ways as she stands back, poised and ready, beckoning with her fingers and yelling at Trina Tanaka to “COME ON!!!!” Trina gets to her feet, shaking the dizziness from her head but as she turns towards Kash, Angel runs right up and catches her with the Kash Flow!! Angel Kash goes for the cover again, hooking one leg on Trina but also, due to the referee’s position, she sticks her feet up on the ropes for leverage.
ONE!
HANSON
“Hey wait a minute! Wait a minute!”
TWO!
AUGUSTINO
“Eyes, ref! Eyes!”
THREE!
~DING DING DING!~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!!! ANGEL...KASH!!”
Angel Kash rolls out of the ring, laughing arrogantly as she points at Trina Tanaka and backs up the ramp. The referee catches up to raise her arm. Trina lies there, virtually out cold as Angel Kash celebrates up the ramp with Todd and Leroy.
Winner: Angel Kash
Result: Pinfall
Time: 8:51
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Fans are ready for more action...then suddenly "Painkiller" by Judas Priest kicks in as they go crazy! They anticipate the arrival of the New NFW World Champion. Griffin Hawkins emerges from behind the curtain with the NFW World Title around his shoulder. He raises it in the air as the crowd is cheering big time for him.
HANSON
“And there he is....your NEW NFW World Heavyweight Champion!”
AUGUSTINO
“He came into this company like a wrecking ball, not only winning the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, but becoming the new champion in the process!”
HANSON
“This man is no stranger to success, winning gold in organizations all over the world..it was just a matter of time before he won gold here..but we never thought it'd be the richest prize in the industry!”
AUGUSTINO
“While he's flying high now, he better keep his head on a swivel..because there's gonna be many men gunning for him now that he's the champion!”
He makes his way into the ring, grabbing a microphone as the music stops. He stops to soak in the cheers. He smiles before speaking into the mic.
“Judging by the response, it all sounds like you're damn happy to see me!”
The crowd pops as he nods in approval.
“I am THRILLED right now to be the World Champion. Honestly..I didn't know if I would win this tournament..it was stacked with the best athletes in the sport today..all who are recognized as the toughest to ever lace a pair of boots. I didn't know how it would happen..but I fought through everyone they put in front of me..and here I stand your NEW World Heavyweight Champion!”
The crowd breaks out in a "You Deserve It" chant, showing their appreciation for the Jukebox Hero.
“If I can be real with you guys for a sec..I was told my whole life, that I would never amount to anything. I was told by people my entire career that I don't have what it takes to make it to the top..to be the face of a major company..they said that I would never be a World Champion. Why? All because I don't live up to the standards of someone else, or because the powers that be don't want someone like me representing the company. I used to sit back and watch people suck up to the boss..or sleep with someone in power to get everything they ever wanted handed to them. I said to myself..that's never gonna be me, I'm gonna make it to the top on my own...no bullshit politics, no shortcuts, I'm gonna do this my way. And after years of fighting, scratching and clawing to get there....I finally did it!”
The crowd cheers as a "Hawkins" chant breaks out.
“Right now..I wanna thank many who believed in me. My friends in this sport who often told me never to give up no matter how bad things get...I wanna thank my family, my beautiful wife Taylor and my children...especially my baby girl Sophie who I kiss on the forehead every day before I go out and fight for what I believe in...and of course, I wanna thank all of you for sticking by me since day one and NEVER giving up on me! This belt is not only my belt..it's YOUR belt!”
He points to the crowd as they are going wild.
“So am I gonna just relax just because I am the World Champion? No...there is no rest for me. I'll continue to train hard..and I'll face every superstar in that locker room who wants a shot at this! Things around here...are changing, because with me as your Champion...everybody is in for the show of a lifetime! Thank you!”
"Painkiller" kicks back in as he leaves the ring.
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[Match #4. Strap Match - Danny James w/Johnny Bonecrusher v. HAVOK w/Jim Reynolds]
As the show cuts back to ringside, Roger Arden is standing in the ring with his microphone.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a No Disqualification Strap Match! Victory can be won only by pinfall or when a competitor has touched all four corners, uninterrupted!”
Inside the ring, beside Arden, referee James Greer raises up the ten foot leather strap that will be used to link the competitors together.
As “Levels” by Avicii kicks on, the lights go out while colorful strobes and laser lights fill the arena. There’s a notable pop from the audience as a figure dressed in a lightsuit comes out onto the stage, visible in the darkness. With him is another figure shrouded in the dark as they must be lacking the colorful illumination the first figure is wearing. The lighting on the stage and ramp switches just enough to reveal the two in a clearer sense but make the light suit on the first individual still a spectacle to behold. It’s Danny James! With him, is his manager Johnny Bonecrusher, wearing sunglasses and a clean armani suit. Johnny pulls his sunglasses off as the crowd gives a mixture of cheers and boos. Cheers for Danny. Boos for Johnny. But Johnny Bonecrusher just laughs mockingly and blows it off.
ARDEN
“Introducing first! Being accompanied to the ring, by his manager, JOHNNY...BONECRUSHER...from Phoenix, Arizona! Weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds! DIGITAL...DANNY...JAMES!”
HANSON
“Well, Danny James seems like a pleasant guy! His manager? Not so much!”
AUGUSTINO
“Johnny Bonecrusher, man! Dude’s been wrestling for twenty years! You can’t blame him for the chip on his shoulder!”
HANSON
“Maybe not but some people do and that’s why we’re having this match!”
AUGUSTINO
“Who ran their mouth more? Johnny or Jimbo?”
HANSON
“Hahaha, I don’t know. Hard to tell!”
Meanwhile, Danny James moves down the ramp, happily greeting and high fiving fans on his way. Johnny Bonecrusher just strolls on behind him down the center of the ring. He pauses to talk trash to one random fan in particular who’s slinging insults at him. It’s clear Johnny thinks very little of what the man has to say before he continues walking with Danny. Danny James hops up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle to pose in his light suit. He performs a beautiful flip from the top, down into the ring. Johnny Bonecrusher enters the ring under the top rope and adjusts his tie as he joins his client. After posing more for the crowd, Danny James removes his light helmet revealing his boyish smile to the crowd and heads to his corner, starting to remove his entrance gear as….
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 previous clips of his matches, 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 right at his side.
ARDEN
“His opponent! Accompanied to the ring by his manager, 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
AUGUSTINO
“You know...there’s something about that smile Jim has….”
HANSON
“Yeah?”
AUGUSTINO
“He can be such a nice guy, but then he gives that smile. He’s like a serpent! You can’t trust him!”
HANSON
“Ah...look, Jim’s a longtime friend. I don’t know how exactly he ended up with Havok. We’ve heard brief details but I won’t pry for more. When Jim sets his mind to something, that’s it. I just hope this whole thing doesn’t get too out of hand.”
AUGUSTINO
“Have you seen Havok in a match? It’s bound to get out of hand!”
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 opponent.
As the music fades and the lights return to normal the referee proceeds to apply the strap to the wrists of the competitors. Danny James is first, with the young man offering up his arm. Havok, however, bows up as the referee gets close and Jim Reynolds has to take the strap from the referee and show it to the masked lunatic.
“Put this on and don’t take it off, alright? Just like we practiced!” Reynolds says as he gives a ‘supportive’ smack to the side of Havok’s head. Only then does Havok offer up his wrist. His manager cinches it on tight and Havok himself wraps the strap around his hand to have a good grip on it. Danny does the same. Meanwhile, Johnny Bonecrusher is talking trash in the only way Johnny Bonecrusher can. Jim Reynolds starts to get in his face. He stands up on his tip toes to make himself taller than Johnny and throws a middle finger right in his face. The referee has to get in between the two and order them out of the ring. As both men start to back off, Havok suddenly EXPLODES onto Danny James to the boos of the audience.
HANSON
“HOLY CRAP, HERE WE GO!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHOA SHIT!!!!”
~DING DING DING~
James Reynolds and Johnny Bonecrusher exit out of the ring as Havok opens up the match with a series of violent overhead forearms across Danny’s shoulders and the back of his neck. Just using his strength to pummel the smaller superstar with everything he’s got. Johnny Bonecrusher is yelling for Danny James to fight back and get some distance from Havok. James Reynolds is punching his palm, cheering Havok to keep up the aggression. The fans are going nuts already.
Havok hits an Irish whip on Danny James but uses a grip on the strap to cut his run short and yank him right back as he charges into him with a violent lariat, knocking him to the mat. Havok throws his hands up and back down with a guttural roar to the booing crowd. Danny shakes his head to clear the cobwebs as he starts trying to get back up but Havok goes right back to laying boots to the young man. Despite Danny James being the ‘visitor’ to NFW, the fans immediately get behind up, trying to rile him up and motivate him to persevere through the assault.
CROWD
“LET’S GO DANNY, LET’S GO!”
Clap-Clap
“LET’S GO DANNY, LET’S GO!”
Clap-Clap
“LET’S GO DANNY, LET’S GO!”
Clap-Clap
“LET’S GO DANNY, LET’S GO!”
Clap-Clap
“Oh shut the fuck up!” James Reynolds can be heard yelling as he turns to the crowd at ringside. “Where’s your goddamn loyalty?!”
HANSON
“They’re wrestling fans, Jim. They don’t need to root for Havok just because they’re at at NFW show.”
AUGUSTINO
“Smart insight!”
Inside the ring, however, Danny’s still getting worked over by Havok as the man delivers a gutwrench suplex, tossing him across the ring from the center, causing him to roll out to the floor. Johnny Bonecrusher runs over and immediately starts yelling for Danny to get up, even helping the man to his feet. Danny shrugs off, asking Johnny what he’s doing? He’s got this! Danny is suddenly yanked against the apron as Havok starts pulling on the strap connecting them. This time, however, Danny gets a foot on the apron and starts pulling his end. It’s a tug of war between the two but Danny’s foot on the apron gives him the leverage he needs to yank Havok forward and between the top and second rope. Havok sits, hanging over the rope for but a second before Danny steps into position and hits a painfully loud Pele Kick across the man’s head. Havok falls back into the ring and starts getting to his feet. Danny climbs onto the apron and looks ready to springboard back in but Johnny Bonecrusher reminds him of the location of the strap under the bottom rope. Danny drops down and rolls under the apron and as he gets back to his feet, Havok comes charging in for a shoulder tackle but Danny drops down and pulls the top rope. Havok goes barreling over and onto the floor right next to Johnny.
Johnny leans over and starts taunting the monster as he hypes up Danny. Telling Havok he’s not so bad now is he? James Reynolds comes around the corner and gets right up in Johnny’s face. Johnny backs up to give some distance but doesn’t look the least bit intimidated, asking Reynolds ‘oh what’re you gonna do, huh? You want some tough guy?’ James is too focused on Johnny as Havok starts getting to his feet to be aware of Danny, ready and waiting, before the high flyer slingshots himself over the top rope and comes crashing down with a forearm strike to Havok but the position of his body causes his feet to come right down into the face of James Reynolds and both men go down. The crowd goes wild for this as Johnny Bonecrusher stands over Jim Reynolds and laughs. Reynolds lays on the floor, knocked senseless. Danny picks Havok up to his feet and throws him back into the ring. He pauses to confront Johnny, asking him what he’s doing again, requesting he back off. Johnny throws up his hands innocently as he obliges but that’s the only concern, if it can be called that, which Danny gives to Jim Reynolds. Danny slides back into the ring as Havok starts getting to his feet. Danny gets a running start and comes up off the ropes on the other side into another springboard forearm attempt but Havok catches him around the waist. Havok throws Danny with an overhead belly to belly suplex but the agile luchador lands on his feet and spins right back around with a Trouble In Paradise sort of maneuver and NAILS Havok right in the face!
Danny starts moving towards the corners, deciding to end the match by touching corners. With Johnny Bonecrusher cheering him on, Danny reaches two corners, slapping the turnbuckles. As he goes for the third one, however, Havok is up on one knee and pulls the strap taught to keep Danny from reaching it. Danny pulls hard to try and get that third corner but Havok braces one foot on the mat and gets up to both feet. Havok pulls enough to where Danny staggers before the monster comes running in and goes to flatten him in the corner but Danny hits a drop toehold and Havok eats the middle turnbuckle. Danny sees the opportunity to land another big shot and runs in for a hesitation dropkick right into the corner. Now it’s Havok’s turn to roll out of the ring to regain his bearings. Jim Reynolds is back on his feet, coming over to check on his man. Adjacent to where they stand, Johnny Bonecrusher is coaching Danny to take the opportunity for another highflying maneuver. Danny goes for it, hopping up onto the top rope but this time, Havok is ready and grabs the strap, giving it a hard yank which jerks Danny’s arm back and he falls back to the mat hard. Jim Reynolds starts cheering Havok on as he pulls Danny out of the ring and starts to beat on him. Johnny Bonecrusher comes around and he and Jim Reynolds start jawing back and forth again. Havok folds a portion of the strap in his hand and starts to whip Danny with it across his back. Each strike causes a painful CRACK as the leather impacts bare flesh. Havok leans Danny back against the barricade and proceeds to give him more strikes with the strap right across his chest. Basically chopping him with the strap. Danny slumps down to one knee so Havok wraps the strap around his throat and starts to strangle him with it.
Meanwhile, the referee has separated Johnny Bonecrusher and James Reynolds but Johnny makes his way around to Havok and Danny James to start jawjacking at Havok to distract him from Danny. It works enough to make Havok let Danny go and the big man starts bowing up on the 20 year veteran. Johnny starts backing off again, playing the innocent manager role. He gets a few feet back before he finds himself bumping back into James Reynolds. The sinister snake that is Reynolds grins and laughs mockingly as he and Havok have Johnny trapped, more or less. Something gets Havok’s attention from behind, however, and he turns back right into a superkick from Danny James!! Havok staggers and this distracts James Reynolds. While Danny isn’t looking, Johnny Bonecrusher turns and feeds Reynolds a nicely executed forearm that floors him. The fans actually cheer for the man as he mockingly fixes his tie and holds his hands up in a ‘thank you.’ Danny James now notices what happened and starts going back and forth with Johnny Bonecrusher. Danny swears he had everything under control. Johnny swears he hit James on self defense. As they’re talking, Havok grabs Danny in a Full Nelson lock from behind and hits a suplex on the man right onto the ringside floor. Instead of going after Johnny again, however, Havok just glares at the man before climbing onto the apron and hops up over the top rope, showing some of his athleticism. He stares right at Johnny as he starts slapping corners. Havok slaps one. Then he moves over and slaps the other. Two down. Two to go. He starts moving towards the third one but he doesn’t have enough slack on the strap before it’s pulled taut with Danny James getting back up outside the ring. Havok decides to start pulling Danny by the arm up onto the apron but Danny climbs back up himself. Havok steps over to try and grab Danny and pull him into the ring but Danny fires back with a rope held enziguri. Havok stumbles back and Danny comes in with a springboard dragonrana spiking Havok right onto his head. Since he’s in a position to do so, he stays on Havok and tries for a pinfall victory instead.
ONE!
TWO!
Havok kicks out, throwing Danny off of him. Danny, instead, starts going for the corners again. He touches one and moves on. He touches two and moves on. Danny makes it to the third and the crowd starts to go insane. Danny starts to move towards the fourth and final corner. Before he can, however, his fingers get just within an inch before Havok is up again and pulling on the strap, yanking Danny away from the corner before he starts fighting the tension again and pulling on the strap. Just when it looks like Havok is going to win the tug of war, the big man switches up the game and bursts forward to catch Danny James by the throat. He hoists him up for a chokeslam but Danny slips his neck free and maneuvers around Havok, coming down with a modified Tornado DDT. Havok lays prone on the mat again and Danny James goes for the corners again. He touches one and starts heading towards the second one when James Reynolds, recovered from the forearm shot by Johnny Bonecrusher, climbs up onto the apron near the corner Danny’s headed towards. He starts jawjacking with Danny James this time. Danny looks Reynolds right in the eyes and moves his hand to touch the second turnbuckle but James Reynolds actually grabs his wrist to try and keep him from touching it. Reynolds is yanked off of the apron by Johnny Bonecrusher who locks him right into a crossface chickenwing, pulling him down to the floor. The crowd goes nuts for this as Johnny proceeds to choke Reynolds out. Danny James gets out of the ring through the top and middle rope and drops to the floor. Johnny lets go of Reynolds at Danny’s behest and gets back to his feet. They start another light disagreement on what’s going on. Johnny’s clearing trying to defend his actions by claiming an attempt to keep things even for Danny and keep Jim Reynolds out of it. Danny James is appreciative of it but wants to handle stuff with the match himself. Johnny looks like he’s about to give in, putting his hands up again when all of a sudden Havok comes running from the center of the ring and hits a shocking suicide dive through the ropes, taking all of his 265lbs right into Danny James and Johnny Bonecrusher like a human battering ram.
CROWD
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
Havok gets back to his feet and roars to the crowd. He then takes a moment to drag the unconscious Reynolds away from where Johnny and Danny lay, leaving the prone manager by the barricade in front of Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino. He turns his attention back to Danny James and throws the man back into the ring. Danny looks completely out of it, trying to recuperate but neither he nor Havok see Johnny Bonecrusher back on his feet with a roll of Canadian quarters in his hand and as the referee’s checking on Danny James to make sure he can continue, Johnny gets Havok’s attention and whallops him with a straight up boxing cross across the jaw. Quarters go flying as Havok slumps down against the apron onto the floor and Johnny hastily drags the big man to his feet where he can shove him back into the ring. Once he’s in, Johnny starts slapping the mat, yelling to Danny and pointing to Havok, telling him to finish him off! Danny slowly gets to his feet, shaking his head of the cobwebs again and notices that Havok - who he last saw coming at him like a flying train - is down for the count. Danny looks at Johnny warily but Johnny has put the brass knuckles away and shrugs his shoulders. ‘I don’t know what happened!’ He then proceeds to bend down and reclaim the Canadian coins that went flying across the floor. Danny dismisses his suspicion and decides to capitalize on the situation. He climbs up to the turnbuckle, does a DJ style taunt and comes twisting off the turnbuckle, delivering the Record Spinner right onto Havok!! Danny hooks the leg for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THRE--!!
But Jim Reynolds is back up on his feet and grabs the referee by the foot, yanking him out of the ring. Referee James Greer starts flashing his shirt, screaming in Jim Reynolds’ face until he sees something from behind Reynolds. The look alerts the manager enough to have Jim move out of the way as Johnny Bonecrusher comes running in, going for a lariat meant for Jim but NAILS the referee. The crowd lets out an emphatic ‘OHHHHH’ as James Greer, big for a ref, goes down hard. A testament to how hard Johnny Bonecrusher was coming in. Johnny takes a second to realize he hit the wrong man but as he turns back around, Jim Reynolds DRILLS him between the legs with a kick from his Italian boots. James Reynolds picks the referee up, shaking him to make sure he’s awake. Greer is awake but groggy as hell. Knocked for a loop. Jim throws the man back in the ring and starts going for something of his own in his pocket.
HANSON
“The hell is he doing now?!”
AUGUSTINO
“This match has gotten out of control, Nick!!”
Danny James is going for the corners again. He’s touched two and is headed for the third one. Jim Reynolds runs around the other side of the ring where the fourth turnbuckle will be and climbs onto the apron as he pulls his hand out of his pocket. A white powdery substance trickles from between his fingers. As Danny James comes for the fourth turnbuckle, ready to take Jim out in the process first, Jim Reynolds throws the powder right into the highflyer’s face.
HANSON
“OH C’MON!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!”
As Danny wipes at his eyes, Havok gets back to his feet and grabs hold of the strap. He yanks the blinded Danny James forward right into his grasp and delivers the Disasterpiece, swinging Danny like he’s weightless before drilling him face first into the mat. Referee James Greer is just now recovering enough to see Havok going for the cover and he crawls over to make the count.
ONE!
HANSON
“NO!”
TWO!
HANSON
“C’MON!!”
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner! HAVOK!!!!”
As “Redefined” played over the speakers again, James Reynolds entered the ring to join Havok. Danny James rolled out to the floor onto his feet, wiping at his eyes as Johnny Bonecrusher got back to his feet, wincing a little from Reynolds’ cheap shot. The two headed up the ramp as the crowd boo’ed Havok and his manager inside the ring. Havok stood in the center, sneering from under his mask as Jim Reynolds slapped him on the shoulder, pointing between him and at Danny and Johnny, running his mouth the entire time.
Winner: Havok
Result: Pinfall
Time: 25:41
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As the previous match finishes and the ring finally clears, the silence is broken by the collective sound of a pop from the crowd and the opening lyrics to Mushroomhead’s “Sun Doesn’t Rise.”
Some kind of evidence….
Some kind of reason….
Why I can’t find a way….
To begin my life….
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!
With no special effects except for the flickering of the lights on stage, Adrianna Salvatore appears through the curtain, dressed in ripped blue jeans, black boots, her trademark vest with various band patches on it, hood down, and a sleeveless t-shirt from her merchandise line that says “RAISE HELL - GIVE THEM ANARCHY.” Adrianna pauses briefly on the stage to take in the crowd before simply heading towards the ring, looking all business.
HANSON
“Well this is a surprise.”
AUGUSTINO
“Really? She said she wanted to talk to Sativa Nevaeh in the ring tonight. I’ve been sitting here wondering about what.”
HANSON
“Ah. I haven’t been on Twitter in awhile.”
AUGUSTINO
“Believe me, I noticed. Not sure if anyone else did.”
HANSON
“Gee...thanks?”
Adrianna gets into the ring and takes to the corner to amp the crowd up. All she has to do is raise a fist up in the air and the crowd throws it back up, going wild. Finally, she gets down from the turnbuckle and calls for a microphone, bringing it to the center of the ring.
CROWD
“AN-AR-CHY!”
“AN-AR-CHY!”
“AN-AR-CHY!”
“AN-AR-CHY!”
“What’s up, Portland?” Adrianna says in a calm, almost flat tone but it still gets her a pop in return. Adrianna points to a fan in the front row. “I see that fucking Life of Agony shirt, dude.” She throws the fan the horns before addressing the rest of the crowd. “That’s what the IWC calls getting a cheap pop.” The audience ‘oooooohs’ as Adrianna smirks wryly into the camera. “So then...anyway, onto why I dragged my sore ass out here. Yeah, I’m still feeling that MOAB I gave Morgan Payne twenty feet to the fucking mat.” The crowd shows their appreciation again but Adrianna politely swipes a hand across her neck, asking them to let her talk. “I’ll be the first to admit I haven’t had the best luck of a run lately. I came up short in the Queen of the Frontier. Just short enough that I barely missed making it to the finals. Granted, I beat some pretty heavy competitors. But I’m humble enough to admit I got my ass kicked by others I thought I had in the bag. One of those women ended up going to the finals and now she’s going to WrestleWar to face the Women’s Champion so, to Cherry Addams, I say….” Adrianna looks into the camera again, “...congratulations.”
“I also lost to River Chance. I know I said I thought I had these people beat, but that’s nothing against them. Especially her. People are sleeping on River and they’re gonna get a wakeup call.” The crowd cheers Adrianna’s respect shown to the other woman. Meanwhile, Adrianna looks as if something just occurred to her and she looks at the camera. “River, if you’re watching this, what I mean is people doubt your ability and they shouldn’t.”
Adrianna starts casually walking around the ring as she continues to speak. “Let’s see, I lost to Kennedy Campbell too, but she took that ball and jumped ship with it. And you know what? I’ll be honest. I have a contract from DPW that was brought to me personally by Judas Lasher’s agent. And to be honest? I still don’t know if I’m gonna sign it. I really don't. Part of me wants to. Part of me is screaming to. That part of me is the one that wants to share a locker room with my girlfriend again. To be with Mia as much as possible. That part of me wants to be around people I consider family. People I grew up with. People that helped raise me into the person I am now….” There’s a low buzz in the crowd. A concerned commotion. Some fans even start to boo as they feel like Adrianna Salvatore might be out here to announce her resignation from New Frontier Wrestling.
But the woman looks up at the crowd from looking down at the mat with a familiar cold, focused look in her eyes. “But then there’s the other part of me. The part of me that says I have unfinished business here. The part of me that says I have not done everything in this company. I have not faced everyone there is to face. I’ve still got a few things on my to-do list so with that being said, I wanna get back to the point of why I came to this ring.” Adrianna turns towards the stage, then. “And I wanna ask again...for the NFW Women’s Champion, Sativa Nevaeh, to come down to the ring….” She pauses briefly before raising the microphone up. “Please.”
The moment stretched out after Adrianna asked the champion to come out. The crowd starts to get restless as it starts to get awkward.
That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho
Just before Adrianna can say anything “Voodoo” by Nyxx hits. The crowd doesn’t miss their cue and starts to boo before Sativa emerges from backstage. The champion finally appears from the back. She stands at the top of the entrance ramp looking out over the crow. She is wearing her ‘street clothes;’ Vintage Star Wars shirt, daisy duke shorts, a custom pair of black and green Chuck Taylors, the NFW Women’s Title is slung over her shoulder. She slowly saunters her way to the ring. She climbs the steps and enters through the ropes. A crew member hands her a microphone.
“Well, here I am.”
The crowd buzzes as Adrianna steps up to Sativa, closing the distance to just a couple of feet but still gives the woman her personal space. An alternating chant starts between fans of Adrianna and fans who just don’t care that the majority of fans boo Sativa.
CROWD
“LET’S GO GANJA!”
“AN-AR-CHY!”
“LET’S GO GANJA!”
“AN-AR-CHY!”
Adrianna smirks at the sound before turning to focus on Sativa again and raises the microphone.
“It just hit me, I think this is the first time you and I have ever shared a ring together, one on one, outside of the tournament.” The crowd buzzes again. “I wanna make one thing perfectly clear, first. Whatever problems you’ve had with the other women on this roster? The whole thing with Alex? Her little revenge quest? I could give two shits. Seeing as she’s not even here anymore, I think we can all forget about that little ordeal.”
Adrianna lowers the mic, giving Sativa a moment to respond.
“You’re right about being in a ring together one on one. As far as Alex and her little scorned lover vendetta goes, she couldn’t control herself and focus. Got herself fired and I say good riddance to bad rubbish. The other women? Well, if they have an issue with me that’s on them. Wouldn’t be surprised since I am the top of the mountain. Have been since I stepped foot in the door. This..” she pats the title on her shoulder, “just cements that fact. And I assume my title is why you called me out here, right?” Sativa lets her hand fall to her side as she looks at Adrianna.
As Sativa spoke, Adrianna stands there, calmly watching her with an admiring smirk on her face. She loves the attitude of this woman and it shows. Once the champion poses her final question, the fans start to buzz louder as Adrianna lifts her microphone up.
“Like I said, Alex’s business was Alex’s business.” Adrianna responds, shrugging her shoulders. “Sure, I had my girlfriend here with me too, just like you have yours. The difference between us and her, we don’t let our love life get tied up with business. I’m just saying, I don’t blame you one damn bit for everything that went down.” Surprising the crowd, this gets a boo from them on Adrianna. “Alex was a nice girl but if I have to look at the evidence of what went down, karma was swift. Anyway!” Adrianna shouts over the booing crowd. “Let’s get right down to business then. Yes, your title -- the title - is why I called you out here. See….” Adrianna paces back and forth in the ring, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “...I’m probably gonna get a lot of flack from people for this, but before you came here and became top bitch...let’s be honest, everyone...it was me.” The crowd boos in confusion.
HANSON
“What…?”
AUGUSTINO
“Now wait a second, let’s see what she’s getting at.”
Adrianna looked around at the crowd and back to Sativa. “Let’s look at the facts. You won the title during Lara Blackheart’s defense. Lara Blackheart won the title off of Alex Brody on a contract cash-in….” Adrianna pauses and turns to the crowd. “Neither of those former champions successfully defended the Women’s World Championship. Not. Even. Once. Andy ou know what they say; you’re not truly a champion until you defend the title you’ve won.”
HANSON
“Oh come on now!”
AUGUSTINO
“Damn, she does have a point!”
“However!” Adrianna turns back to Sativa and gestures to her, still speaking to the crowd. “This woman has. Maybe only once, but she’s defended it. So, true champion, right before everyone’s eyes.” The fans boo louder, almost shocked at what Adrianna’s saying but she holds a finger up to shush them. “Now! Now now. Shut up and let me finish. Don’t turn on me yet. Because since we’re counting defenses making the true champion...we need to look at...me!” She thumbs to herself. “That title….” She motions to the belt on Sativa’s shoulder. “...identifies the woman that holds it, as top bitch of this company if she can make it mean something. Lara and Alex?” Adrianna shakes her head. “They held it like a participation trophy for putting in the work but as soon as it came time to nut up, they flaked. Sativa proved that about Alex first hand when she tried for her rematch. Me? I proved that I was top bitch in this company eleven. Fucking. Times. And you know what? I feel like seeing who the top bitch really is again. Sativa?” Adrianna turned back to Sativa Nevaeh again. “We both know the real reason I stuck my nose in on the match where you won this belt.” She actually reaches out and taps the center plate with her finger. “I didn’t give half a shit about winning the belt back. However! Now...is the time that I will say I actually have my eyes on that title. As one of the only two women who is still here that beat you in the Queen of the Frontier tournament - and let’s be frank, I don’t see Lluvia stepping up to do this because of obvious reasons - I’m officially challenging you to a match. One on one. You and me. Darth Ganja versus the Queen of Anarchy for the NFW Women’s World Championship.”
Adrianna lowers the microphone down and steps back to give Sativa some breathing room as she waits.
“You know, you sound a lot like a little ankle-biter that we have running around here. I haven’t done this or that as much as you have. I have defended my title when I’ve had to. I have not once ducked a challenge for it. I even went out of my way to make Alex go through with her stupid ass challenge. So what if I was smart enough not to go after the belt that has to be defended every week. I went for the TOP. I don’t need to try and work myself to death every fucking week to try and prove a point. I came in, went for the top of the mountain, and did what I said.” Sativa starts pacing back and forth.
“You defended this title a bunch more than I have. Of course you did. You held it for how long? I’ve held it since Invasion. So, a fraction of the time you did. But sure, boast about how many defenses you’ve had and how little I’ve had. We all know you need to get that cheap pop of approval.” Sativa stops and looks at Adrianna. “I mean, why else would you keep pushing the fact that you only got into the match at Invasion to help a friend.”
Sativa looks out to the crowd. “Come on everyone. Let’s give Adrianna a big round of applause for her good deed.” The crowd starts to boo Sativa’s action.
As Sativa spoke, a smirk spread across Adrianna’s lips. She waited until Sativa was finished before she lifted the microphone up and looked around at the audience. “I don’t know if you noticed, but...the people here seem a little pissed at me for talking shit on their fan favorite turned Lovecraft monster.” Yup, there was that boo again. Adrianna didn’t seem to care. “And you did go for the top. That’s what I admired about you when you stepped in through the door. The champ at the time ran her mouth and you called her bluff. I’m here, like I said, to congratulate you on actually being another bitch with guts in this company and backing up what your shit. I could keep going on about Invasion and Lara but looking at things now, what’s the point?” Adrianna shrugged. Nobody else involved in Invasion was even there anymore. “The only people that have held that belt…” She pointed to the title on Sativa’s shoulder, “...that actually have any goddamn merit anymore in this company are standing in this ring, right now. So, bullshit aside. I’m all for stopping the swinging of our proverbial lady dicks. You say you never back down from a challenge? Well you’ve got another one laid out in front of you. We can keep standing here, going back and forth or we can cut the shit and shake on it….” Adrianna let the microphone fall to the floor and held her hand out, watching Sativa.
Sativa adjusts the belt on her shoulder. She looks at the hand Adrianna offered. She drops the mic she was holding and went to shake Adrianna’s hand. She stopped short and paced around the ring. She then stepped up and shook Adrianna’s hand. The crowd went crazy knowing they were gonna see these two women go at it again. Sativa pulled Adrianna in as if she was going to hit her but just smiled. She then let go of Adrianna’s hand and exited the ring. She held up the NFW Women’s Title as she walked backwards up the ramp running her mouth.
AUGUSTINO
“Did these two just agree to a title match?!”
HANSON
“I believe they did, Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhhh shit yeah!”
As Sativa backed her way up the ramp, Adrianna stood in the ring, just watching the champion with a cold smile as the shot faded out.
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[Match #5. Singles Match For The Women’s TV Title - Angel Kusanagi © v. Jasmine Matthews]
The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. An 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
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Chico, California! She is the Queen of the Kingdom! Representing the Matthews bloodline! 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.
The arena goes completely dark as the opening guitar strums are heard. When the riff and beat picks up, the lights around the stage take on a flashing strobe effect. Smoke fills the entryway as the word KUSANAGI appears up on the video wall in the form of purple broken glass.
Umarekawaru no sa bōn again!
Let’s fly high like a butterfly!
Yoku ni obore wana ni hamari
Teashi ni karamu tsumi no ito
Karamitsuku Crime!
From the curtain, Angel Kusanagi bursts out, throwing it aside as she jogs out onto the stage in her fighter’s robe and her hands taped up. Angel slows to a steady stroll as she paces on the stage, looking around at the crowd from under her hood.
Kingyo no sukui no ami no yō ni
Moroi hane wa namida no shizuku de yaburete yuku
Yabure chatte Cry
Angel kneels down on both knees, bringing her hands up in a prayer form at the top of the stage.
Iyashī doku kumo ni
(Hane no nai chō nante imi nai ji o hau nezumi to kawarinai)
Kokoro made okasarete
(Disu world wa hikari sae nai Can’t stop koware yuku my mind)
Imasara ana-darake no hane de kuyamu no
(Mune o hareyo omae koso ga batafurai)
As the chorus to the song starts, Angel lifts her head to look down at the ring. A wicked, unhinged gleam in her eyes. Angel pounds her fists against the sides of her head before jumping up with a kick to the air 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
“Her opponent! Representing The Unwanted! From Dotonbori, Osaka, Japan! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion! 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. She takes a moment to open her robe, revealing the Women’s TV Title proudly strapped around her waist, before moving to her corner and removing her robe, tossing it over onto the floor. She removes the title and hands it to the referee...hesitantly. Almost as if she’s afraid to part with it. The ref nods to her and raises the belt in the center of the ring before passing it off to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Jasmine Matthews and Angel Kusanagi came out of their corners and circled the ring. There was some inaudible banter between the two as both looked like they were looking forward to facing off again but Angel looked more eager than Jasmine. Jasmine looked almost humorously cautious as she was well aware of what her opponent was capable of. Not in a wrestling sense, but in just...a crazy sort of sense. When the two finally locked up, Jasmine was the stronger one and began trying to push Angel back into the corner. Angel was slippery, however and caught Jasmine in an arm wringer before letting her go and going right into a rear waistlock. From there, the two women struggled for dominance until Angel’s hands got a little grabby and Jasmine freed herself, catching Angel in an arm wringer of her own. Jasmine wrenched the shoulder a couple times before Angel flipped forward, releasing the tension and rolled back, tripping her legs out from under her with a sweep of the arm. As Jasmine turned over onto her stomach, Angel pounced hr and caught her in a guillotine hold that Jasmine was able to get to her feet so Angel went for a DDT but Jasmine countered with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
Angel managed to kick out but Jasmine transitioned right into a ground mount on Angel put on that malicious smile. The fans gave a mixed reaction as the Queen of the Kingdom started to grind her hips as she straddled Angel. Gyrating in a sexually suggestive manner as she pulled Angel’s head up by the hair. Jasmine looked down at Angel and began taunting her, asking her ‘is this what you want? You crazy little bitch!’ There didn’t seem to be any anger in her voice though, despite after gyrating, Jasmine proceeded to throw forearms down at the defending champion. Jasmine paused in the strikes to taunt Angel some more but Angel took advantage of the break this time and grabbed Jasmine by the thighs, rolling her over onto her back and flipped her own body into a bridge over Jasmine while she was flat on her back, going for a quick cover.
ONE!
TW--!
Jasmine managed to get her shoulder up, kicking free of Angel’s bridge. Again, Jasmine was the first one up to her feet and as Angel started getting to her feet, back to the Queen, Jasmine ran up and hit a beautiful float over DDT. Jasmine sat up and looked beside her at where Angel lay on the mat, mouthing ‘that’s how that’s done.’ She continued to dominate the opening of the match as Angel rolled over onto her stomach and began going for the ropes. Jasmine was on the woman again, this time, pinning her with her hands from the side and beginning to throw vicious knees into her ribs. After a moment, it was Jasmine’s turn for another pin attempt as she rolled Angel over onto her back and went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
But Angel kicked out, refusing to stay down, still. Jasmine picked Angel up to her feet, holding onto her head where she threw a couple of knees into Angel’s midsection again. Following this, Jasmine delivered an Irish whip but as Angel came back off of the ropes, the Japanese woman ducked underneath an attempt at a spinning heel kick from Jasmine and ran off the other side of the ropes. As Jasmine turned around to put eyes on her opponent, Angel rolled forward, delivering a sort of cannonball maneuver, but used the motion to deliver a kick to Jasmine’s head with the heel of her boot. Jasmine went down hard and Angel popped up, feeling a second wind come along as she ran to the ropes and delivered a springboard Phoenix Splash right on the money. She came up onto her feet, screaming at the crowd, absolutely fired up and determined to not lose in her first defense. As Jasmine rolled onto her stomach again and paused for a breath, Angel stuck her foot under the woman’s chin and began lifting her up. The crowd began to get riled up, realizing Angel was already going for the Steel Feather. Once she had her opponent up on her feet and went for the spinning kick, however, Jasmine bent forward, ducking underneath it. Angel’s leg swung over her head and Jasmine came right back up, catching Angel in a waistlock and delivered a German Suplex that was more rooted as an MMA takedown, snapping the woman violently into the mat. Angel rolled out onto the floor to try and catch a breather. She didn’t have time to catch too much, however, as Jasmine came running in and hit a suicide dive through the ropes, crashing into Angel and knocking her into the barricade, to the floor. Jasmine stood up and opened her arms, taunting to the crowd.
“WHO IS! THE FUCKING! QUEEN?!”
The crowd boo’ed but the Queen of the Kingdom blew them off, going right back to giving Angel Kusanagi the workover. She pulled Angel up to her feet and fed her a stiff forearm right to the jaw, knocking her back and followed up with a running knee which - given the height difference - allowed Jasmine to catch Angel right in the jaw! Angel fell to the floor but Jasmine picked her right back up as the referee’s count escalated and threw her back into the ring. Jasmine slid in behind her and waited for the groggy woman to get to her feet, poised and setting up for the Ice Cold. As Angel turned around, Jasmine went for it but Angel managed to roll underneath her leg. Angel came up onto her knees behind Jasmine and saw her opening. She lunged forward...and latched RIGHT onto Jasmine’s ass with her teeth! The crowd burst into laughter as Jasmine comically screamed out in pain and surprise, trying to get Angel off. When the black haired beauty finally managed to do so, she staggered forward, grabbing at where Angel bit. Jasmine began patting her rear and looking at her hand, checking for blood. There didn’t seem to be any but a brief cut of a close up on her butt as she stood back against the ropes showed that Angel had left teeth marks. Angel, meanwhile, was grinning at Jasmine as she got up onto one knee, licking her lips with a devilish little smile on her face.
Enraged now, Jasmine rushed forward but Angel shot up onto her feet and stopped her with a forearm. This rocked Jasmine and Angel began unleashing a combination of palm strikes and kicks. Jasmine staggered on her feet and Angel came off the ropes to finish big but Jasmine countered with a hard European Uppercut, knocking Angel into the corner. Jasmine immediately followed up with a flurry of forearms, breaking off before the ref could start the five count but went right back in, delivering a storm of kicks to the midsection and face of Angel. During the onslaught of kicks, Jasmine shouted at Angel.
“I TOLD YOU! NOT! TO BITE! MY ASS! YOU CRAZY! LITTLE! BITCH!”
Finally, the referee managed to break Jasmine off of Angel and warned her about listening to her count. Jasmine pushed passed the referee and grabbed Angel to deliver an Irish whip. Angel countered, whipping Jasmine into the corner but as she went running in for a hit, Jasmine exploded out of the corner and went for a Spear. Angel rushed up and brought up her knee to counter it, nailing Jasmine right in the face. She didn’t look as if she got all of it, however, as Jasmine grabbed her jaw, shook her head with a frustrated look on her face and turned right back around and clipped Angel in the jaw with an elbow. Angel staggered back, blinking the dizziness away. Jasmine saw what she thought was an opening and went for the Ice Cold again but Angel managed to catch her foot just in time. She threw Jasmine’s foot, spinning the woman around and went for the Steel Feather but Jasmine caught Angel’s foot right back. Jasmine threw Angel’s foot down and went for a standing headscissor takedown. On a whim, Angel grabbed Jasmine around the waist with her arms and hoisted her up just a little more, luckily being able to catch her with a surprise Boseki Driver!!! Jasmine slumped to the mat and Angel collapsed on top of her for the cover as the shocked crowd shouted out the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner! Aaaaaaaand STILL NFW WOMEN’S TELEVISION CHAMPION! ANGEL...KUSA...NAGI!!!”
“Like A Butterfly” blared throughout the arena as Angel didn’t mudge off of Jasmine at first. Both women laid there in exhaustion and pain for a moment before Angel lifted her head and brushed her hand down Jasmine’s face in an oddly, sensual display of respect and approval. After that, she rolled back and collapsed onto the mat as the referee brought the Women’s TV Title to her and placed it over her chest. Angel held onto it, sitting up as the referee raised her arm. Angel pulled it away and crawled back over to where Jasmine was sitting up. The two stared at one another for a moment before Angel slowly, hesitantly offered up a fist. Holding her neck with one hand, Jasmine shook her head and could be seen mouthing, ‘you crazy bitch’ before returning the fist bump and rolling out of the ring to give Angel her victory celebration.
Winner: Angel Kusanagi
Result: Pinfall
Time: 23:57
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“You know, you sound a lot like a little ankle-biter that we have running around here. I haven’t done this or that as much as you have. I have defended my title when I’ve had to. I have not once ducked a challenge for it. I even went out of my way to make Alex go through with her stupid ass challenge. So what if I was smart enough not to go after the belt that has to be defended every week. I went for the TOP. I don’t need to try and work myself to death every fucking week to try and prove a point. I came in, went for the top of the mountain, and did what I said.” Sativa starts pacing back and forth.
“You defended this title a bunch more than I have. Of course you did. You held it for how long? I’ve held it since Invasion. So, a fraction of the time you did. But sure, boast about how many defenses you’ve had and how little I’ve had. We all know you need to get that cheap pop of approval.” Sativa stops and looks at Adrianna. “I mean, why else would you keep pushing the fact that you only got into the match at Invasion to help a friend.”
Sativa looks out to the crowd. “Come on everyone. Let’s give Adrianna a big round of applause for her good deed.” The crowd starts to boo Sativa’s action.
As Sativa spoke, a smirk spread across Adrianna’s lips. She waited until Sativa was finished before she lifted the microphone up and looked around at the audience. “I don’t know if you noticed, but...the people here seem a little pissed at me for talking shit on their fan favorite turned Lovecraft monster.” Yup, there was that boo again. Adrianna didn’t seem to care. “And you did go for the top. That’s what I admired about you when you stepped in through the door. The champ at the time ran her mouth and you called her bluff. I’m here, like I said, to congratulate you on actually being another bitch with guts in this company and backing up what your shit. I could keep going on about Invasion and Lara but looking at things now, what’s the point?” Adrianna shrugged. Nobody else involved in Invasion was even there anymore. “The only people that have held that belt…” She pointed to the title on Sativa’s shoulder, “...that actually have any goddamn merit anymore in this company are standing in this ring, right now. So, bullshit aside. I’m all for stopping the swinging of our proverbial lady dicks. You say you never back down from a challenge? Well you’ve got another one laid out in front of you. We can keep standing here, going back and forth or we can cut the shit and shake on it….” Adrianna let the microphone fall to the floor and held her hand out, watching Sativa.
Sativa adjusts the belt on her shoulder. She looks at the hand Adrianna offered. She drops the mic she was holding and went to shake Adrianna’s hand. She stopped short and paced around the ring. She then stepped up and shook Adrianna’s hand. The crowd went crazy knowing they were gonna see these two women go at it again. Sativa pulled Adrianna in as if she was going to hit her but just smiled. She then let go of Adrianna’s hand and exited the ring. She held up the NFW Women’s Title as she walked backwards up the ramp running her mouth.
AUGUSTINO
“Did these two just agree to a title match?!”
HANSON
“I believe they did, Miranda!”
AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhhh shit yeah!”
As Sativa backed her way up the ramp, Adrianna stood in the ring, just watching the champion with a cold smile as the shot faded out.
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[Match #5. Singles Match For The Women’s TV Title - Angel Kusanagi © v. Jasmine Matthews]
The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. An 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
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Chico, California! She is the Queen of the Kingdom! Representing the Matthews bloodline! 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.
The arena goes completely dark as the opening guitar strums are heard. When the riff and beat picks up, the lights around the stage take on a flashing strobe effect. Smoke fills the entryway as the word KUSANAGI appears up on the video wall in the form of purple broken glass.
Umarekawaru no sa bōn again!
Let’s fly high like a butterfly!
Yoku ni obore wana ni hamari
Teashi ni karamu tsumi no ito
Karamitsuku Crime!
From the curtain, Angel Kusanagi bursts out, throwing it aside as she jogs out onto the stage in her fighter’s robe and her hands taped up. Angel slows to a steady stroll as she paces on the stage, looking around at the crowd from under her hood.
Kingyo no sukui no ami no yō ni
Moroi hane wa namida no shizuku de yaburete yuku
Yabure chatte Cry
Angel kneels down on both knees, bringing her hands up in a prayer form at the top of the stage.
Iyashī doku kumo ni
(Hane no nai chō nante imi nai ji o hau nezumi to kawarinai)
Kokoro made okasarete
(Disu world wa hikari sae nai Can’t stop koware yuku my mind)
Imasara ana-darake no hane de kuyamu no
(Mune o hareyo omae koso ga batafurai)
As the chorus to the song starts, Angel lifts her head to look down at the ring. A wicked, unhinged gleam in her eyes. Angel pounds her fists against the sides of her head before jumping up with a kick to the air 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
“Her opponent! Representing The Unwanted! From Dotonbori, Osaka, Japan! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion! 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. She takes a moment to open her robe, revealing the Women’s TV Title proudly strapped around her waist, before moving to her corner and removing her robe, tossing it over onto the floor. She removes the title and hands it to the referee...hesitantly. Almost as if she’s afraid to part with it. The ref nods to her and raises the belt in the center of the ring before passing it off to the timekeeper and calling for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Jasmine Matthews and Angel Kusanagi came out of their corners and circled the ring. There was some inaudible banter between the two as both looked like they were looking forward to facing off again but Angel looked more eager than Jasmine. Jasmine looked almost humorously cautious as she was well aware of what her opponent was capable of. Not in a wrestling sense, but in just...a crazy sort of sense. When the two finally locked up, Jasmine was the stronger one and began trying to push Angel back into the corner. Angel was slippery, however and caught Jasmine in an arm wringer before letting her go and going right into a rear waistlock. From there, the two women struggled for dominance until Angel’s hands got a little grabby and Jasmine freed herself, catching Angel in an arm wringer of her own. Jasmine wrenched the shoulder a couple times before Angel flipped forward, releasing the tension and rolled back, tripping her legs out from under her with a sweep of the arm. As Jasmine turned over onto her stomach, Angel pounced hr and caught her in a guillotine hold that Jasmine was able to get to her feet so Angel went for a DDT but Jasmine countered with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
Angel managed to kick out but Jasmine transitioned right into a ground mount on Angel put on that malicious smile. The fans gave a mixed reaction as the Queen of the Kingdom started to grind her hips as she straddled Angel. Gyrating in a sexually suggestive manner as she pulled Angel’s head up by the hair. Jasmine looked down at Angel and began taunting her, asking her ‘is this what you want? You crazy little bitch!’ There didn’t seem to be any anger in her voice though, despite after gyrating, Jasmine proceeded to throw forearms down at the defending champion. Jasmine paused in the strikes to taunt Angel some more but Angel took advantage of the break this time and grabbed Jasmine by the thighs, rolling her over onto her back and flipped her own body into a bridge over Jasmine while she was flat on her back, going for a quick cover.
ONE!
TW--!
Jasmine managed to get her shoulder up, kicking free of Angel’s bridge. Again, Jasmine was the first one up to her feet and as Angel started getting to her feet, back to the Queen, Jasmine ran up and hit a beautiful float over DDT. Jasmine sat up and looked beside her at where Angel lay on the mat, mouthing ‘that’s how that’s done.’ She continued to dominate the opening of the match as Angel rolled over onto her stomach and began going for the ropes. Jasmine was on the woman again, this time, pinning her with her hands from the side and beginning to throw vicious knees into her ribs. After a moment, it was Jasmine’s turn for another pin attempt as she rolled Angel over onto her back and went for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
But Angel kicked out, refusing to stay down, still. Jasmine picked Angel up to her feet, holding onto her head where she threw a couple of knees into Angel’s midsection again. Following this, Jasmine delivered an Irish whip but as Angel came back off of the ropes, the Japanese woman ducked underneath an attempt at a spinning heel kick from Jasmine and ran off the other side of the ropes. As Jasmine turned around to put eyes on her opponent, Angel rolled forward, delivering a sort of cannonball maneuver, but used the motion to deliver a kick to Jasmine’s head with the heel of her boot. Jasmine went down hard and Angel popped up, feeling a second wind come along as she ran to the ropes and delivered a springboard Phoenix Splash right on the money. She came up onto her feet, screaming at the crowd, absolutely fired up and determined to not lose in her first defense. As Jasmine rolled onto her stomach again and paused for a breath, Angel stuck her foot under the woman’s chin and began lifting her up. The crowd began to get riled up, realizing Angel was already going for the Steel Feather. Once she had her opponent up on her feet and went for the spinning kick, however, Jasmine bent forward, ducking underneath it. Angel’s leg swung over her head and Jasmine came right back up, catching Angel in a waistlock and delivered a German Suplex that was more rooted as an MMA takedown, snapping the woman violently into the mat. Angel rolled out onto the floor to try and catch a breather. She didn’t have time to catch too much, however, as Jasmine came running in and hit a suicide dive through the ropes, crashing into Angel and knocking her into the barricade, to the floor. Jasmine stood up and opened her arms, taunting to the crowd.
“WHO IS! THE FUCKING! QUEEN?!”
The crowd boo’ed but the Queen of the Kingdom blew them off, going right back to giving Angel Kusanagi the workover. She pulled Angel up to her feet and fed her a stiff forearm right to the jaw, knocking her back and followed up with a running knee which - given the height difference - allowed Jasmine to catch Angel right in the jaw! Angel fell to the floor but Jasmine picked her right back up as the referee’s count escalated and threw her back into the ring. Jasmine slid in behind her and waited for the groggy woman to get to her feet, poised and setting up for the Ice Cold. As Angel turned around, Jasmine went for it but Angel managed to roll underneath her leg. Angel came up onto her knees behind Jasmine and saw her opening. She lunged forward...and latched RIGHT onto Jasmine’s ass with her teeth! The crowd burst into laughter as Jasmine comically screamed out in pain and surprise, trying to get Angel off. When the black haired beauty finally managed to do so, she staggered forward, grabbing at where Angel bit. Jasmine began patting her rear and looking at her hand, checking for blood. There didn’t seem to be any but a brief cut of a close up on her butt as she stood back against the ropes showed that Angel had left teeth marks. Angel, meanwhile, was grinning at Jasmine as she got up onto one knee, licking her lips with a devilish little smile on her face.
Enraged now, Jasmine rushed forward but Angel shot up onto her feet and stopped her with a forearm. This rocked Jasmine and Angel began unleashing a combination of palm strikes and kicks. Jasmine staggered on her feet and Angel came off the ropes to finish big but Jasmine countered with a hard European Uppercut, knocking Angel into the corner. Jasmine immediately followed up with a flurry of forearms, breaking off before the ref could start the five count but went right back in, delivering a storm of kicks to the midsection and face of Angel. During the onslaught of kicks, Jasmine shouted at Angel.
“I TOLD YOU! NOT! TO BITE! MY ASS! YOU CRAZY! LITTLE! BITCH!”
Finally, the referee managed to break Jasmine off of Angel and warned her about listening to her count. Jasmine pushed passed the referee and grabbed Angel to deliver an Irish whip. Angel countered, whipping Jasmine into the corner but as she went running in for a hit, Jasmine exploded out of the corner and went for a Spear. Angel rushed up and brought up her knee to counter it, nailing Jasmine right in the face. She didn’t look as if she got all of it, however, as Jasmine grabbed her jaw, shook her head with a frustrated look on her face and turned right back around and clipped Angel in the jaw with an elbow. Angel staggered back, blinking the dizziness away. Jasmine saw what she thought was an opening and went for the Ice Cold again but Angel managed to catch her foot just in time. She threw Jasmine’s foot, spinning the woman around and went for the Steel Feather but Jasmine caught Angel’s foot right back. Jasmine threw Angel’s foot down and went for a standing headscissor takedown. On a whim, Angel grabbed Jasmine around the waist with her arms and hoisted her up just a little more, luckily being able to catch her with a surprise Boseki Driver!!! Jasmine slumped to the mat and Angel collapsed on top of her for the cover as the shocked crowd shouted out the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner! Aaaaaaaand STILL NFW WOMEN’S TELEVISION CHAMPION! ANGEL...KUSA...NAGI!!!”
“Like A Butterfly” blared throughout the arena as Angel didn’t mudge off of Jasmine at first. Both women laid there in exhaustion and pain for a moment before Angel lifted her head and brushed her hand down Jasmine’s face in an oddly, sensual display of respect and approval. After that, she rolled back and collapsed onto the mat as the referee brought the Women’s TV Title to her and placed it over her chest. Angel held onto it, sitting up as the referee raised her arm. Angel pulled it away and crawled back over to where Jasmine was sitting up. The two stared at one another for a moment before Angel slowly, hesitantly offered up a fist. Holding her neck with one hand, Jasmine shook her head and could be seen mouthing, ‘you crazy bitch’ before returning the fist bump and rolling out of the ring to give Angel her victory celebration.
Winner: Angel Kusanagi
Result: Pinfall
Time: 23:57
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The scene comes up at ringside with the audience buzzing in anticipation. They really light up when the opening chords of "Heist" by Lindsey Stirling hits the speakers.
Player 1 ready…
Game Start!
Cali-Kate steps out in her street clothes with a smile on her face. She makes her way to the ring exchanging high fives with the audience.
AUGUSTINO
“Katie baby’s coming out here for some business.”
HANSON
“And looks like she wants to celebrate with the NFW crowd before that.”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey she wants to share and get the crowd fired up before her shit goes down.”
Kate slides into the ring and dances a little bit to her music before grabbing a microphone. Her music fades but the crowd chant goes.
CROWD
CA-LI-KATE!
CA-LI-KATE!
CA-LI-KATE!
CA-LI-KATE!
“What's up, Portland?!”
She gets a huge response from the crowd. Kate smiles and points around the audience.
“Thanks to all of you, honestly, each and every one of you for the support you have shown me thus far. When I came back to the ring, I admit, I was off my game. Completely. But I got a groove back on just like picking up a game you haven't played in awhile. You just need a little bit of acclimation time. That's what that was. And now, you've seen what's up here and in other companies. And I couldn't be more proud.”
Kate smiles as the audience continues to cheer.
“Normally I might have wanted to come out here with House Crowley and speak alongside them, but I needed to say something myself. You see a few weeks ago, some of you may know, at a fan event I was attacked by Angel Kash. Now Kash and I have a small history. I've embarrassed her on a couple occasions so of course like a prima donna diva bitch that she is she couldn't wait to get in the ring. She had to fucking sucker punch me and run off like a fucking coward.”
The crowd boos as Kate faces the ramp.
“Well cooldown's over Angel. I'm back and I'm standing in this ring. So get your ass out here and lets handle business.”
The tron lights up as Superficial by Heidi Montang hits over the public address system as the fans go into a loud reaction of boos. Knowing the Trillion Dollar Princess was about to make her entrance as the camera pans and out from the back dressed to the nines in a black dress, black louboutin high heel pumps, and a black Chanel handbag draped over her shoulder. Is Angel Kash who already has a microphone in her hand as she places it up to her lips as she motions for her music to get cut.
“Whats the matter? Gonna cry about it? To all of these little peasants? Please. All I did was make an impact and to top it off at your expense? Please it was perfect and you never saw it coming.”
The fans boo loudly as Angel smirks in an evil manner.
“Listen, bitch I get it. You're pissed that you got shown up by me in the past and you never had a chance to come after me until now. But you made the mistake of coming after me with my back turned. I don't take kindly to that, not even from people I actually like. So what the fuck do you think I'm gonna do to you when I get the chance?”
“Nothing, because your all talk. Your gonna cry like you always do and I am gonna be headlining the womans division winning titles just like I always do you know why? Because I am the Trillion Dollar Princess its what I do. Much like what happened to you before, its gonna keep happening why? Because what Angel Kash wants Angel Kash gets.”
Angel blows a smug kiss toward Cali Kate, before turning on her heel and heading toward the back.
“Nuh-uh, no way. You're not walking away like that. You wanted to sweep me under the rug, but I'm not just some fucking dust speck. I'm the fly in the ointment, the monkey in the wrench--”
Kate holds the mic up.
CROWD
“THE PAIN IN THE ASS!”
Kate brings the mic back to her mouth.
“And if you want to start a game then you'd damn well better want to finish it! Game start bitch!”
Kate throws down the mic as "Heist" hits the speakers again. Kate poses in the ring, but Angel just laughs at Kate, the last image being Angel shaking her head at Kate as the scene fades out.
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[Match #6. Cage Match To Unify The Tag Team Titles - Bloody Fairytale v. Kicks & Stones]
P.O.D’s “Southtown” begins to play as the steel cage structure lowers down around the ring. As the guitar part kicks in, the phrase “KICKS & STONES! BREAK SOME BONES!” appears on the video wall and Vincent Stone and Erin Mercer come out from behind the curtain in their matching Kicks & Stones, black w/white colored gear. The Mixed Tag Team Titles around their waists. They run out onto the stage, amped up and get the crowd going before they meet in the center of the stage. They hit their handshake before both coming down the ramp, each taking a side to high five the fans.
ARDEN
“The following contest is a tag team, steel cage match and it is to unify the tag team divisional championships! Introducing first! They are the Mixed Tag Team Champions! The team of...Vincent Stone...and Erin Mercer! KICKS...AND...STONES!!!”
Stone and Mercer remove their titles and hand them off to the referee outside of the ring before removing their entrance gear. Once that’s done, they’re in the ring, playing to the crowd and continuing to amp everybody up for as long as their song plays and they take their corner.
As the soft piano of ”Dark Sentencer” begins, the lights go out in the arena. On the tron you see the words appear
“Well into our Future, yet far beyond our past
In a romance between a pair of Unheavenly Creatures
The Five Houses of The Star Supremacy have privatized the the detention zones of the galaxy
These planetary prison pits reassembled from the cracked worlds of The Great Crash
Which brings us to our stage
Where the light must learn to love the black
The Dark Sentencer"
The music begins to play.
“It begins with them, but ends with me
Their Son, Vaxus”
Two spotlights come on at the top of the stage and there stands Christina and Lilith.
ARDEN
“Their opponents! Representing the Kingdom! They are the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! Christina Olson...Lilith Meadows...BLOODY...FAIRYTALE!”
"Here, emotions behold
You've entered a Hell where the Devil is made of gold
Please, don't run your mouth
The questions before have no place in this haunted house"
A series of spotlights appear on the ramp as the duo make their way down the ramp. The chorus hits.
"Here, where the light only dies to remember
In a place where the blind truly can see
Hear my voice, dearly departed, I beg on my knees
It's been my pleasure to serve your disease"
The two remove their Women’s Tag Team Title belts and entrance gear before entering into the cage. The lights go out once again as the instrumental solo hits and once the lyrics pick up again, the two are standing there in their ring gear, Lilith kneeling on the ground and Christina having her hands resting on her partner’s shoulders as the two look focused and ready to go.
Lilith, Christina, Vincent, and Erin are all in the ring as the referee holds the titles up before handing them off through the door and calling for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
As soon as the bell sounds, Christina and Erin are charging right at each other. As they do, Lilith and Vincent look at each other and lock up. While they’re going at it, Christina is on top of Erin in a mount position and just laying in left and right forearms. Erin finally rolls Christina off of her and it’s her time to get into the mount and just lay in forearms. The two continue to roll around, trading forearms like the bitter enemies they are. As that’s going on, Vincent is in control of Lilith. Vincent has Lilith in a seated position and hits the ropes. He comes off the ropes and goes for a penalty kick, but Lilith hits the mat and grabs Vincent, getting him onto the mat and locking in a Fujiwara armbar.
Lilith cranks back on the arm before Vincent is able to roll out of the hold, but Lilith had done a decent amount of damage. Lilith grabs Vincent and pulls him to his feet. She wraps him in a waist lock and runs into the ropes. She rolls through and as both come up to their feet, Lilith delivers a German Suplex. Lilith then grabs Vincent and pulls him to his feet. She looks to try and throw him into the cage, but Vincent is able to reverse it and Lilith hits the cage face first and bounces off of it. Lilith comes back and Vincent grabs her once again and this time throws her into the opposite side of the cage with Lilith bouncing face first off of it. Vincent continues to handle Lilith as we see Christina in control of Erin still.
Christina has Erin in between the ring apron and the cage and charges in, delivering a running dropkick that causes Erin to bounce off the cage and slump down. Christina gets down and picks Erin up and slams Erin’s head into the cage multiple times before just raking her face over the steel fencing as Erin screams in pain. Christina then grabs Erin and delivers a neckbreaker over the top rope, snapping her neck off of it and causing her head to hit the cage once again. The crowd is booing Christina as she just flips them all off before getting down on all fours and just kissing Erin on the cheek before delivering a kick to the back of her head and turning her attention to Vincent who is still in control of Lilith.
Christina charges in and delivers a jumping forearm to Vincent who is looking to once again deliver a penalty kick to the seated Lilith. Vincent stumbles and Lilith stands up as Christina motions to her. Lilith comes over and the two women grab Vincent and sends him into the ropes. Vincent comes off the ropes and as he does, Lilith takes him down with a drop toe hold and Christina hits the ropes and delivers a leg drop. Christina motions for Lilith to begin climbing out of the cage as she sees both of their opponents down.
Lilith goes to one side and Christina goes to the other as the two women begin to climb the cage in their attempt to escape. As they climb, Erin begins to stir and runs right at Christina and begins to fight to pull her down. Lilith though, doesn’t see any of this and is able to get to the top of the cage and escape as Erin pulls Christina back down leaving her at a decided disadvantage. Lilith sees this and hangs out around ringside and cheers Christina on.
Erin starts hammer in forearms to Christina before just slamming her face first repeatedly into the cage like Christina had done to her earlier. Erin also returns the favor as she rakes Christina’s face into the cage before pulling her into the ring and putting Christina into a Muta lock. Christina screams out in pain as she yells for Vincent to hit his shining wizard. Vincent gets up to his feet and hits the ropes, driving his knee right into the head of Christina, hitting the shining wizard. Christina goes limp in Erin’s grasp. Erin though, doesn’t care as she just picks Christina up to her feet. As she’s doing this, Vincent takes this time to climb the cage and get his way out onto the floor as Lilith just comes charging and the two of them are brawling on the outside.
Erin grabs Christina and takes a few steps back. She walks in and delivers her spinning elbow smash that knocks Christina back down to the mat. Erin now, decides to take this opportunity to try and escape. As she’s climbing, Lilith has Vincent taken down on the floor and she gets under the apron and finds a chair as she runs over to the side Erin is trying to escape from. As she’s climbing, Lilith is slamming the chair into the cage trying to hit Erin’s fingers and making her climb a little slower. This little distraction is enough for Christina to get back up to her feet and climb up the cage to meet Erin. Christina grabs Erin and slams her head on the cage staggering her. Erin though, doesn’t fall and she grabs Christina and does it to her. The two trade shots back and forth, each time the two of them getting close to falling to the mat.
Finally, Christina is able to block one of the attempts to drive her face into the cage before she delivers a few shots of her own and then pushes Erin down off the top rope to the mat. Christina looks down and smirks as she flips the crowd and Erin off as she climbs to the top of the cage. She looks down at the floor, and then down at Erin. Christina rises up on top of the cage and shrugs her shoulders before leaping and hitting the Firestarter on Erin!
CROWD
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
Christina grabs at her ribs as she yells for the ref to open up the cage door. The ref does so as Christina starts to crawl towards the door. She slowly makes her way towards the door, grabbing her ribs as she does. She gets to the door and starts to make her way out, but Erin is there to grab Christina by the ankle to try and stop her. Christina fights and tries to kick Erin off, finally being able to do so as she finishes her crawl out and hitting the floor as the bell sounds and Lilith runs over to join her and help Christina up to her feet.
As the two are celebrating, Wagakki Band’s “Senbonzakura” hits over the PA System and the lights go out. As the song plays, the crowd begins to stir and when the lights come on, Christina and Lilith are on the mat, laid out with Yuka Hirata and Masami Nishikiyama on the inside of the cage with a steel chair and kendo stick in hand as Kayako Kazama and another Japanese woman with blonde hair are on the outside keeping watch for anyone that might try and come out to help the new NFW Tag Team Champions.
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING HERE?!”
HANSON
“SBS!! SBS IS HERE!!!!! THEY’RE BACK!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT WITH THEM?!”
HANSON
“Is that Kaede Tanabe?! We’ve seen her around social media! She said she had something planned for these three!”
AUGUSTINO
“They just signed with Hybrid Wrestling! I thought she meant that!”
HANSON
“Seemed like it! She must have had double in mind! My god, they’re attacking our new World Tag Team Champions!”
Yuka and Masami just lay in chair shots to Lilith and Christina as the bell rings and the refs try to come in and help. But, as they come filing out, the two women on the outside just take them out with chair shots. Masami lays her chair down on the mat and grabs Lilith. The woman picks her up and delivers the Nishiki Driver! While this is happening, Yuka is continuing to fight with Christina.
Morgan and Lluvia come running out, trying to help out their Kingdom stablemates, but as they do, they’re just met with pepper spray to their faces by Kaede Tanabe followed by chair shots from Kayako. She wears Morgan and Lluvia out, screaming wildly as Kaede adds insult to injury by kicking Morgan and lluvia with her heeled designer boots. Kayako then gets under the ring and finds two sets of handcuffs. They force Morgan and Lluvia’s hands through the cage and then slap the cuffs on the two of them, trapping them there to watch on.
Masami picks Lilith up and delivers a second Nishiki Driver to her onto the chair before Kayako grabs another set of cuffs and tosses them into Masami. Masami grabs them as she drags Lilith towards the ropes and cuffs one of her wrists to the middle rope. Lilith is unable to do anything, but all she can do is watch on as Masami and Yuka just pick Christina up and send her into the cage. They run Christina’s face along the cage again, this time, Christina hits the floor and her face is a bloody mess. The two women laugh as the crowd is heavily booing the group. The pull Christina back into the middle of the ring and Kayako rolls into to the ring and grabs a chair and holds it up to Christina’s face as Masami and Yuka charge in and deliver a European forearm and leg sweep combo as Masami drove the chair into the face of Christina. The four ladies of the Super Bitch Squad all gather in the ring as Lilith tries her best to break free, but as she is, the fourth member goes over and just pepper sprays the blonde as she rolls around screaming. The four women stand in the middle of the ring, raising their arms in the as the crowd is booing them and the camera fades out.
Winners: Bloody Fairytale
Result: ----
Time: 28:43
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Match Winners
Match #1. Lash Donohue
Match #2. Danielle Anderson
Match #3. Angel Kash
Match #4. Havok
Match #5. Angel
Match #6. Bloody Fairytale
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Match Writers
Match #1. Bloody Fairytale
Match #2. NFWStaff
Match #3. NFWStaff
Match #4. NFWStaff
Match #5. Bloody Fairytale
Match #6. Bloody Fairytale
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Match Judges
Match #1. Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh, Jasmine Matthews
Match #2. NFWStaff, Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh
Match #3. Won by default
Match #4. Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh, Eavan Maloney
Match #5. Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh, Eavan Maloney
Match #6. Angled between players
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Match Commentary Added By
NFWStaff
P.O.D’s “Southtown” begins to play as the steel cage structure lowers down around the ring. As the guitar part kicks in, the phrase “KICKS & STONES! BREAK SOME BONES!” appears on the video wall and Vincent Stone and Erin Mercer come out from behind the curtain in their matching Kicks & Stones, black w/white colored gear. The Mixed Tag Team Titles around their waists. They run out onto the stage, amped up and get the crowd going before they meet in the center of the stage. They hit their handshake before both coming down the ramp, each taking a side to high five the fans.
ARDEN
“The following contest is a tag team, steel cage match and it is to unify the tag team divisional championships! Introducing first! They are the Mixed Tag Team Champions! The team of...Vincent Stone...and Erin Mercer! KICKS...AND...STONES!!!”
Stone and Mercer remove their titles and hand them off to the referee outside of the ring before removing their entrance gear. Once that’s done, they’re in the ring, playing to the crowd and continuing to amp everybody up for as long as their song plays and they take their corner.
As the soft piano of ”Dark Sentencer” begins, the lights go out in the arena. On the tron you see the words appear
“Well into our Future, yet far beyond our past
In a romance between a pair of Unheavenly Creatures
The Five Houses of The Star Supremacy have privatized the the detention zones of the galaxy
These planetary prison pits reassembled from the cracked worlds of The Great Crash
Which brings us to our stage
Where the light must learn to love the black
The Dark Sentencer"
The music begins to play.
“It begins with them, but ends with me
Their Son, Vaxus”
Two spotlights come on at the top of the stage and there stands Christina and Lilith.
ARDEN
“Their opponents! Representing the Kingdom! They are the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions! Christina Olson...Lilith Meadows...BLOODY...FAIRYTALE!”
"Here, emotions behold
You've entered a Hell where the Devil is made of gold
Please, don't run your mouth
The questions before have no place in this haunted house"
A series of spotlights appear on the ramp as the duo make their way down the ramp. The chorus hits.
"Here, where the light only dies to remember
In a place where the blind truly can see
Hear my voice, dearly departed, I beg on my knees
It's been my pleasure to serve your disease"
The two remove their Women’s Tag Team Title belts and entrance gear before entering into the cage. The lights go out once again as the instrumental solo hits and once the lyrics pick up again, the two are standing there in their ring gear, Lilith kneeling on the ground and Christina having her hands resting on her partner’s shoulders as the two look focused and ready to go.
Lilith, Christina, Vincent, and Erin are all in the ring as the referee holds the titles up before handing them off through the door and calling for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
As soon as the bell sounds, Christina and Erin are charging right at each other. As they do, Lilith and Vincent look at each other and lock up. While they’re going at it, Christina is on top of Erin in a mount position and just laying in left and right forearms. Erin finally rolls Christina off of her and it’s her time to get into the mount and just lay in forearms. The two continue to roll around, trading forearms like the bitter enemies they are. As that’s going on, Vincent is in control of Lilith. Vincent has Lilith in a seated position and hits the ropes. He comes off the ropes and goes for a penalty kick, but Lilith hits the mat and grabs Vincent, getting him onto the mat and locking in a Fujiwara armbar.
Lilith cranks back on the arm before Vincent is able to roll out of the hold, but Lilith had done a decent amount of damage. Lilith grabs Vincent and pulls him to his feet. She wraps him in a waist lock and runs into the ropes. She rolls through and as both come up to their feet, Lilith delivers a German Suplex. Lilith then grabs Vincent and pulls him to his feet. She looks to try and throw him into the cage, but Vincent is able to reverse it and Lilith hits the cage face first and bounces off of it. Lilith comes back and Vincent grabs her once again and this time throws her into the opposite side of the cage with Lilith bouncing face first off of it. Vincent continues to handle Lilith as we see Christina in control of Erin still.
Christina has Erin in between the ring apron and the cage and charges in, delivering a running dropkick that causes Erin to bounce off the cage and slump down. Christina gets down and picks Erin up and slams Erin’s head into the cage multiple times before just raking her face over the steel fencing as Erin screams in pain. Christina then grabs Erin and delivers a neckbreaker over the top rope, snapping her neck off of it and causing her head to hit the cage once again. The crowd is booing Christina as she just flips them all off before getting down on all fours and just kissing Erin on the cheek before delivering a kick to the back of her head and turning her attention to Vincent who is still in control of Lilith.
Christina charges in and delivers a jumping forearm to Vincent who is looking to once again deliver a penalty kick to the seated Lilith. Vincent stumbles and Lilith stands up as Christina motions to her. Lilith comes over and the two women grab Vincent and sends him into the ropes. Vincent comes off the ropes and as he does, Lilith takes him down with a drop toe hold and Christina hits the ropes and delivers a leg drop. Christina motions for Lilith to begin climbing out of the cage as she sees both of their opponents down.
Lilith goes to one side and Christina goes to the other as the two women begin to climb the cage in their attempt to escape. As they climb, Erin begins to stir and runs right at Christina and begins to fight to pull her down. Lilith though, doesn’t see any of this and is able to get to the top of the cage and escape as Erin pulls Christina back down leaving her at a decided disadvantage. Lilith sees this and hangs out around ringside and cheers Christina on.
Erin starts hammer in forearms to Christina before just slamming her face first repeatedly into the cage like Christina had done to her earlier. Erin also returns the favor as she rakes Christina’s face into the cage before pulling her into the ring and putting Christina into a Muta lock. Christina screams out in pain as she yells for Vincent to hit his shining wizard. Vincent gets up to his feet and hits the ropes, driving his knee right into the head of Christina, hitting the shining wizard. Christina goes limp in Erin’s grasp. Erin though, doesn’t care as she just picks Christina up to her feet. As she’s doing this, Vincent takes this time to climb the cage and get his way out onto the floor as Lilith just comes charging and the two of them are brawling on the outside.
Erin grabs Christina and takes a few steps back. She walks in and delivers her spinning elbow smash that knocks Christina back down to the mat. Erin now, decides to take this opportunity to try and escape. As she’s climbing, Lilith has Vincent taken down on the floor and she gets under the apron and finds a chair as she runs over to the side Erin is trying to escape from. As she’s climbing, Lilith is slamming the chair into the cage trying to hit Erin’s fingers and making her climb a little slower. This little distraction is enough for Christina to get back up to her feet and climb up the cage to meet Erin. Christina grabs Erin and slams her head on the cage staggering her. Erin though, doesn’t fall and she grabs Christina and does it to her. The two trade shots back and forth, each time the two of them getting close to falling to the mat.
Finally, Christina is able to block one of the attempts to drive her face into the cage before she delivers a few shots of her own and then pushes Erin down off the top rope to the mat. Christina looks down and smirks as she flips the crowd and Erin off as she climbs to the top of the cage. She looks down at the floor, and then down at Erin. Christina rises up on top of the cage and shrugs her shoulders before leaping and hitting the Firestarter on Erin!
CROWD
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
Christina grabs at her ribs as she yells for the ref to open up the cage door. The ref does so as Christina starts to crawl towards the door. She slowly makes her way towards the door, grabbing her ribs as she does. She gets to the door and starts to make her way out, but Erin is there to grab Christina by the ankle to try and stop her. Christina fights and tries to kick Erin off, finally being able to do so as she finishes her crawl out and hitting the floor as the bell sounds and Lilith runs over to join her and help Christina up to her feet.
As the two are celebrating, Wagakki Band’s “Senbonzakura” hits over the PA System and the lights go out. As the song plays, the crowd begins to stir and when the lights come on, Christina and Lilith are on the mat, laid out with Yuka Hirata and Masami Nishikiyama on the inside of the cage with a steel chair and kendo stick in hand as Kayako Kazama and another Japanese woman with blonde hair are on the outside keeping watch for anyone that might try and come out to help the new NFW Tag Team Champions.
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING HERE?!”
HANSON
“SBS!! SBS IS HERE!!!!! THEY’RE BACK!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT WITH THEM?!”
HANSON
“Is that Kaede Tanabe?! We’ve seen her around social media! She said she had something planned for these three!”
AUGUSTINO
“They just signed with Hybrid Wrestling! I thought she meant that!”
HANSON
“Seemed like it! She must have had double in mind! My god, they’re attacking our new World Tag Team Champions!”
Yuka and Masami just lay in chair shots to Lilith and Christina as the bell rings and the refs try to come in and help. But, as they come filing out, the two women on the outside just take them out with chair shots. Masami lays her chair down on the mat and grabs Lilith. The woman picks her up and delivers the Nishiki Driver! While this is happening, Yuka is continuing to fight with Christina.
Morgan and Lluvia come running out, trying to help out their Kingdom stablemates, but as they do, they’re just met with pepper spray to their faces by Kaede Tanabe followed by chair shots from Kayako. She wears Morgan and Lluvia out, screaming wildly as Kaede adds insult to injury by kicking Morgan and lluvia with her heeled designer boots. Kayako then gets under the ring and finds two sets of handcuffs. They force Morgan and Lluvia’s hands through the cage and then slap the cuffs on the two of them, trapping them there to watch on.
Masami picks Lilith up and delivers a second Nishiki Driver to her onto the chair before Kayako grabs another set of cuffs and tosses them into Masami. Masami grabs them as she drags Lilith towards the ropes and cuffs one of her wrists to the middle rope. Lilith is unable to do anything, but all she can do is watch on as Masami and Yuka just pick Christina up and send her into the cage. They run Christina’s face along the cage again, this time, Christina hits the floor and her face is a bloody mess. The two women laugh as the crowd is heavily booing the group. The pull Christina back into the middle of the ring and Kayako rolls into to the ring and grabs a chair and holds it up to Christina’s face as Masami and Yuka charge in and deliver a European forearm and leg sweep combo as Masami drove the chair into the face of Christina. The four ladies of the Super Bitch Squad all gather in the ring as Lilith tries her best to break free, but as she is, the fourth member goes over and just pepper sprays the blonde as she rolls around screaming. The four women stand in the middle of the ring, raising their arms in the as the crowd is booing them and the camera fades out.
Winners: Bloody Fairytale
Result: ----
Time: 28:43
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Match Winners
Match #1. Lash Donohue
Match #2. Danielle Anderson
Match #3. Angel Kash
Match #4. Havok
Match #5. Angel
Match #6. Bloody Fairytale
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Match Writers
Match #1. Bloody Fairytale
Match #2. NFWStaff
Match #3. NFWStaff
Match #4. NFWStaff
Match #5. Bloody Fairytale
Match #6. Bloody Fairytale
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Match Judges
Match #1. Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh, Jasmine Matthews
Match #2. NFWStaff, Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh
Match #3. Won by default
Match #4. Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh, Eavan Maloney
Match #5. Bloody Fairytale, Sativa Nevaeh, Eavan Maloney
Match #6. Angled between players
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Match Commentary Added By
NFWStaff
