Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 20, 2019 7:48:53 GMT -8
As the pyro goes off inside the UVN Sports Arena in Burlington, Vermont, 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 Tuesday night Collision!
CROWD
NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!
BRONWYN BAD!
(thumbs down)
DING DONG! THE WITCH IS BACK!
40 LASHES CANT STOP DARIUS!
LET THE ANGELS SWING!
BRONWYN WILL NEVAEH BEAT SATIVA!
WHERES RICK?!
KICK SOME STONES!
D-A-N-N-I LETS GOOOOO!
THEM MAGIC KICKS!
ENTER: THE VAIN ASSASSIN!
KRIGARE RETURNS!
Finally, the camera cuts over to the announce table where we are greeted by Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino. Nick is charismatic as ever and Miranda looks to have her usual, spunk and energy back. She’s also wearing the pair of goggles that Eavan Maloney gave her last week up on her head.
HANSON
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to NFW’s weekly broadcast, Tuesday night Collision! We are live from the UVN Sports Arena here in beautiful Burlington, Vermont!”
AUGUSTINO
“Beautiful, Nick? It’s fucking cold as shit here!”
HANSON
“It is a little nippy, huh, Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“You said it! Check out my pezones, carnal! These babies can probably cut glass right now!”
Miranda opens her leather jacket to gesture towards her breasts under her low cut white tanktop. Thank god she’s clearly wearing a black bra underneath. Nick Hanson just brings up a hand to shield his face from the woman’s chest even though it’s covered.
HANSON
“Uhhh, yeah! Sure! Whatever you say!”
Miranda shrugs and fixes her jacket back over herself again. She toasts her Reign energy drink and takes a pull from it.
HANSON
“So we’ve got a great show in store for you tonight, ladies and gentlemen! We’re gonna be starting off this evening with a three-way women’s dance! Emelie Sanclemente, Danni Anderson and the debuting Vanita Thompson, folks! Now, Emelie Sanclemente was set to debut last week but, as we saw, that went South as Bronwyn Good made her return and as the Good Witch, she calls herself, said ‘wrong place, wrong time.’ We’ll tell you more on Bronwyn here in a moment. She’s in action as well.”
AUGUSTINO
“She says wrong place wrong time, Nick but she evidently took out Layla Aishe, as well, before she even made it to the ring. So what gives?”
HANSON
“Honestly? Who knows?”
AUGUSTINO
“Maybe ask Erin? Yo, Erin! What’s up with your girl?!”
Nick Hanson clears his throat, nervously.
HANSON
“We’ve also got the first two of six, what are being called, Beat the Clock matches. Now these matches will each include one of the six competitors that Steven Brody announced for the Blood of Heroes Coliseum match coming on November 19th, at Plymouth Rock Madness. Here’s how this works. Each man will wrestle an exhibition match in an attempt to get the quickest win. The amount of time it takes them to beat their opponent, will determine their entry point in the match. The competitor with the shortest time, will enter the last. The two with the longest times? Well, they’ll be starting the match off inside that terrifying structure.”
AUGUSTINO
“Here’s a monkey in the wrench, what if they lose?”
HANSON
“Well, as I’m told, if they lose their exhibition match, that automatically puts them as one of the ones who begin the match. So, a little incentive to put it all out on the mat there, fellas!”
AUGUSTINO
“That’s brutal. I like it!”
HANSON
“Interesting, indeed. So tonight’s Beat the Clock matches will be Edgar Malkovich of the Blood of Heroes lineup, taking on El Piso Mojado, then later on we’ll see our second Blood of Heroes competitor, Anton Crowley as he faces Tyson Law.”
AUGUSTINO
“Do we call him the Lone Renegade now or something?”
HANSON
“Oh, I don’t know. You know what? I feel sorry for Tyson.”
AUGUSTINO
“I do too. Motherfucker’s got no friends to get his ass out of a bind now.”
HANSON
“Oh stop it. Anyway folks, that’s that! We’ve also got the in-ring NFW return of Eavan Maloney! Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, we’ve talked. Things are different but we’re still cool. Mami - yeah, I’m still gonna call her that - Mami’s coming back to whup some fuckin’ ass! She’s taking on Layla Aishe tonight. I have to wonder what Layla’s tarot cards said about this one because my money’s on the motherfuckin’ Krigare!”
Miranda throws the horns to the camera.
HANSON
“We’ve also got our second first round matchup for the Tag Team Wars Tournament. Kicks & Stones will take on Turn-It-Up Express to see who will face The Frightners at Plymouth Rock Madness and the winner of that match will go onto face the World Tag Team Champions at WrestleWar XVI! What else we got Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“Oh, you know we got those TV titles on the line, Nick! Angel Kusanagi...Yuki? Yukiko Kusanagi? What the fuck is she going by now, all of a sudden? Angel or Yukiko? Ah fuck it. The Women’s TV Champion is defending against Angel Kash or as I like to call her, Bitch With A Big Mouth. We’ve got that, and then Lash Donohue’s got one...fucking...HELL of an opponent tonight. He’s defending his Television Championship against the one...the only...the Son of the Damned...El Filius Damnati, motherfuckers! Darius Crowley.”
HANSON
“Now, it’s been some time since we’ve seen Darius Crowley folks, but one thing we know is every time he steps into that ring, the other man is in for a war. We remember the absolute, hellacious battles he and Jag’hatai D’habi had, right Miranda?”
AUGUSTINO
“My gooooooooodddd!!!! They kicked the SHIT out of each other! And now Lash is gettin’ mouthy at the one guy who talks little but hits harder than most we’ve seen. Hope you didn’t bite off more than you can chew, Diamond boy.”
HANSON
“And then of course folks, our main event. We told you we had more on Bronwyn Good a moment ago. Well, she’s got one hell of an opportunity for herself tonight as she steps into the ring with the NFW Women’s World Champion, Sativa Nevaeh! And of course you know the rule. You take on a champion in a non-title match. You win the match? You get a title shot should you so choose to claim it. I can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t!”
AUGUSTINO
“Could end tonight with Sativa having another challenger, Nick. And she’s already got a challenger to get ready for! We talked about Plymouth Rock Madness? Sativa’s got Adrianna Salvatore coming for that strap on November 19th! Is she even ready and focused for Bronwyn Good tonight? We’ll find out!”
HANSON
“With that said folks! Let’s get this show going!”
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Into the frame walks a sunglasses-wearing redhead girl in Sweden-flag colored gear, standing no more than 5 feet tall. She's a little bit ginger with her steps, though seemingly not lacking confidence.
"Sooo, this is the part where I gotta say "my debut last show didn't go as planned.""
The calm, Swedish accented voice reveals Emelie Sanclemente behind the sunglasses. Emelie's not at all shaken by what happened last week, where Brownyn Good left her lying in the ring, blinded and all but embarrassed in her now less-than-stellar debut week in NFW.
"OK? So here goes: my debut last show didn't go as planned. I had powder thrown in my eyes, and I'm still technically zero-and-zero. But that's not the worst thing, if you think about it. Great wrestlers don't get anywhere by worrying about everything that's in the past, right? Even then, only some people get to have the debut they envisioned, I'm just not one of those people yet."
Sanclemente takes off the sunglasses to reveal her eyes as slightly bloodshot. However, that doesn't seem to affect her too much for some reason (maybe magic?). Em casually points to her bloodshot eyes before continuing.
"But this was last week. If you're looking backward then you aren't moving forward, as my dad used to say... except he said it in Swedish, not English, and semantics semantics semantics, you get the idea. My moving forward starts now. Danni Anderson is someone I shared a college dorm with for a semester at Santa Monica. She's one of the friends that I hope I'll always stay in contact with, at the very least. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd be facing her this early in my career. I thought it'd happen one day, but not when I was still in single digits in "total matches wrestled.""
Sanclemente shrugs, signalling that she never expected what happened.
"And then there's also Vanita Thompson, who... I guess I'll just say I have far less experience talking with than I have with Danni. She's pretty, and I'm glad she'd rather have me at 100%, but that's about all I've gotten out of her. But hey, that doesn't mean that I won't give more than 100%, regardless of what I do and don't know. All it reminds me of is an old King Of The Hill bit about the difference between giving your best and giving 100%. What if they give more than 100% too? Well, tee-ell-dee-are, I never said my best was 100%, and I'll give more than that to win this match. So, basically, like most of the rest of the time I wrestle, except with two opponents instead of one. Hopefully there's no powder thrown into my eyes this week. If not? Then there'll be magic in the air."
And with a smirk and a snap of her fingers (and technically some camera trickery), out poofs Emelie in a cloud of purple smoke. Doubtless, heading to the ring for her match.
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“Sooo… I should probably introduce myself.”
Within the backstage area of the UVN Sports Arena in Burlington, Vermont, amidst all of the chaos, there’s a cozy and peaceful little room. It offers just enough quiet for anyone to hear someone speak… especially when the person in question decides to speak softly. Her cute British accent is captured on camera.
Danielle Anderson (◠‿◠✿)
“Hellooo! My name is Danielle Anderson, but everybody calls me Danni!”
Then she is physically present! Her long and stylish red hair is actually secured in a tight ponytail. She’s dressed in her pink and pretty ring attire, offering a casual wave to those watching. In the distance, you can hear the live audience cheering loudly.
Danni Anderson (◠︿◠✿)
“Even though my parents usually call me Danielle… Maybe it’s because Danni sounds boyish? Like D-a-n-n-y? That’s the nickname for the male form of my name, Daniel with just one ‘l’ and no ‘e’ at the end. Ummm, I think I might be getting away from the point. ANYWAY…”
She giggles softly, scratching the back of her head, and claps twice in excitement.
Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿)
“It’s been a while since I’ve spoken in front of a camera. Like… actually addressing the audience and my peers. I like to use my actions to show who I am. Like talking about myself is a little weird, but because this is a brand new company, I should say something, right??? Sooo…
I know it’s not my debut. That was on Collision number fifty-one, I believe? Yeah! Because I wasn’t booked on fifty-two and that’s okiedokie because there are a lot of wrestlers on the roster and I completely understand that not everybody will be booked to compete all the time. Simple logic, really. I don’t know why that’s so hard for some people to understand. They get sooo grumpy about it too!”
Another louder giggle escapes her, raising her left hand to cover her mouth for a moment. Her soft pink lips are nice and glossy when she parts them to speak.
Danni Anderson (✿◠‿◠)
“I made my New Frontier Wrestling debut on episode fifty-one. I didn’t say anything on-camera for that show because I really wanted to let my actions speak for me. It would’ve been silly if I said something, but then I couldn’t back up my words… another thing that some people can’t grasp. Anyway!
To everyone’s suggestion, including my first-ever opponent in NFW, Starlight, I did my research and studied her. It turns out that she’s very out-there… like me, but different and unique! I thought that was really cool. Even when she was super-duper aggressive in our match, that kind of strength is commendable. I respect Starlight. She didn’t cheat or use a weapon. She just fought with her own set of wrestling skills. I’m really glad that I won, but I’d be happy to give her a rematch in the near future… if that’s okay!”
She smiles sweetly at the camera, her hands folded in front of her, and she bounces a little.
Danni Anderson (✿◕‿◕)
“So now we’re on episode fifty-three… which is pretty cool because the next episode of Ascension is fifty-two… oh, yeah! For those who don’t know, I wrestle for another company called HYBRID Wrestling. I’m a part of the Blue Brand, which some consider it to be the development roster, but there’s honestly people of different experience levels. I’ve been wrestling for a little over a year now. Meanwhile, my friend Pastor Martin West has been in the industry for a few years. Some people believe that it’s equal to the Red Brand of Unleashed. I think we should have a Purple Brand! Because red and blue makes purple…?
Ohmygoodness, I’m going off-topic! I’m sorry, everyone. I took my ADHD medication, I promise! Ah… right! Episode fifty-two of Collision, I’m facing off against two NFW debuts and they’re both friends of mine, sooo that’s really cool! Their names are Emelie Sanclemente, who likes to go by Emmie, and Vanita Thompson, who likes to go by Vain, buuuut I like calling her Vani! In my opinion, the definition of vain doesn’t really fit Vani unless you take a synonym like self-loving from it!”
An enthusiastic smile crosses her face. Her sparkly blue eyes shimmer in the ceiling lights as she twirls.
Danni Anderson (✿◠‿◠)
“Vani is my newer friend. I’ve only known her for a little while. I just met her in-person a month ago. She was very supportive of me and my daughter Leina when we were mourning… It was nice to have someone who was barely more than a stranger be there for us. Even after a month, I kinda feel like she’s still new to me. Like there’s sooo much more I need to learn about her… and in a way, she’s kinda like me. A little strange, a little enigmatic, but a good person. Actually, she’s more like another friend of mine. His name is Remi Fontaine.”
At the mention of the Rebel Angel’s name, the fans have mixed reactions from cheers to boos. Some of them still remember his “alter ego” Prince Sekhmethotep. Danni tries to casually assure them, waving her hands.
Danni Anderson (◠﹏◠✿)
“He’s getting better, I promise! I visited him once when my baby brother wanted to see him. He’s working really hard and he’s adjusting to the medication. Any progress is good progress, right? Eheh!”
In some ways, Danni understands that it takes some time to recover from everything that happened in the last year and a half. As Black Widow once said, “I have a lot of red on my ledger…” She clears her throat and presses on.
Danni Anderson (◕ω◕✿)
“I’ve known Emmie for a long time now! We were roommates when I was attending Santa Monica College. She was a sophomore when I graduated Class of 2018, so I’m sure she’s anticipating her own graduation. Class of 2020, go support her! Nowadays, we don’t really talk much, but I still care about her. She’s like me, trying to be optimistic even in the worst times. This isn’t the first time she’s going to wrestle. However, she’s still a rookie and has the least wrestling experience between the three of us.
Of course, if you follow a lot of different wrestling companies, you’ll see one matter-of-fact! Anyone can defeat anyone at any given time. It’s really cool! Despite all of Duke Andrews’s years of experience, I beat him to become the HYBRID Gateway Champion a while ago. It was my first-ever championship win and I successfully defended the title three times, including on a pay-per-view! But, um, before I lose track of the focus… again…”
Once again, she scratches the back of her head. She even sticks her tongue out.
Danni Anderson (◠△◠✿)
“I’m really, really, REALLY excited! About this friendly match with my friends, about my future in New Frontier Wrestling, about what’s next for the Red Sugarplum Fairy. I’ve held championship gold in my young career. I really want to compete for more, and to be honest… it’s a little easier to go for a higher tier championship in a company outside of HYBRID Wrestling. Like... I can’t pursue the Honor Championship because my brother’s the Honor Champion and a top contender in the division. I could go after the Underground Championship, but I’m not a hardcore-type wrestler or brawler. I mean I have a little bit of submission-like-MMA knowledge, but that’s not my cup of tea…
But that’s another thing for another time! Emmie, Vani, are you ready? Burlington, Vermont, are you ready?? New Frontier Wrestling universe, are you ready??? Let out your battle cry! OOH RAH!”
Right on time, the fans in attendance mirror the “OOH RAH!” and Danni smiles bright. Beaming, she makes her way towards ringside as the camera changes perspective.
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[Match #1. Three Way Dance - Danni Anderson v. Emelie Sanclemente v. Vanita Thompson]
"This spell you got on me
It's like magic
Got me feeling like I'm fallin' in love
Got me feeling like I'll never give up on
Got me feeling like I'll never give up on you
It's like magic
I got you feeling like you're fallin' in love
I got you feeling like you'll never give up on
Got you feeling like you'll never give up on–"
Out walks Emelie Sanclemente, with a big smile on her face.
ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Three Way Dance! Introducing first...from Santa Monica, California by way of Ronneby, Sweden, weighing in at an even 100 pounds... EMELIIIIIE SANCLEMENTEEEEEE!"
With that, down skip-walks Emelie, slapping high fives with everyone she can. It's very clear everyone loves her. Emelie slides headfirst into the ring before hopping onto the top of the nearest turnbuckle. She forms her hands in the shape of a heart and puts that over her own before turning around via jump and sitting on the turnbuckle as "Magic" fades out.
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
“Her opponents! First...from Santa Monica, California! She is the Pink Sugarplum Fairy...DANNI...ANDERSON!!!!”
“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.
"Built To Fall" hits the PA and Vanita walks out and heads right for the ring. She doesn't hi five to fans, but she does smile and wave to them.
ARDEN
“AND...making her NFW debut...from Denver, Colorado...please welcome….VAIN...VANITA...THOMPSON!!!!!”
She slides into the ring, head moving with the heavy music in the background. She gets in the middle of the ring ,takes a bow and then focuses toward the stage, looking at her next opponent.
AUGUSTINO
“Whoooooo!!!!! Vani’s here bitches!!!!”
HANSON
“Haha, another friends of yours. I know Mir.”
As Vanita Thompson goes through her entrance, the camera briefly cuts to the backstage to a dark locker room. What’s going on in the ring is seen on a lit up screen. Sitting in a chair, still in casual clothing (all black of course), Darius Crowley sits with his elbows propped on his knees and his chin resting on his folded hands. Watching intently. As usual, there’s no smile on his face but there is a gleam in his eyes as he watched the screen.
HANSON
“And there we see the Son of the Damned looking on and watching.”
AUGUSTINO
“Gotta watch his girl do her thing, Nicky!”
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings and all three women charge forward. Emelie takes the first shot at Vanita who ducks under a really hard right hand, only to be sent reeling by a European Uppercut from Danielle Anderson which causes a big stir as it echoes through the arena! Emilie seems to really get Danni riled up when she causes a big stir of her own, her rolling wheel kick also reverberating and felling Vanita like a stone!
Danni angrily broke up the cover attempt by double stomping the back of Emilie. Anderson attempted to drag Sanclemente to a vertical base via her hair, but was met with a fast and furious series of punches to the sternum which doubled her over. Emilie Irish whipped Danni but there was a reversal. Emilie hit the ropes, Vanita stirred and shifted into a position which forced Emilie to leap over her. Danni was waiting letting out a roar as she threw a hard lariat. The crowd volume picked up when Emilie hit a military roll to avoid it then bounced back to her feet and hit the ropes once more. In the meantime, Vanita hit a hard forearm across the back of Danni's neck and heaved her across the ring with an impressive belly to back suplex, causing her to collide with a running Emilie and causing the crowd to burst into laughter as both women hit the deck hard! With Danni landing across Emilie, Vanita ran in and frog splashes the two of them, rolling Danni over for a CLOSE two!
Vanita yelled out to the fans who yelled back their support as she signalled to end this, dragging a groggy Emilie to her feet. Danni got to a knee as Vanita doubled Emilie with a kick to the gut and hooked her up for her Vain Hal...NO, Danni was clawing her way to her feet, preventing Vanita by hammering at her with right hands. This allowed Emilie to wriggle free of the Vain Halo and try to wriggle behind but Vanita held on. With a lurching effort, Danni got to her feet but only to cop a knee in the gut from Vanita! Vanita swings them both around…
DUAL VAIN HALO! Both Danni and Emilie are sent overhead and crumple in a heap. Vanita casually covered them both for the three.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! VANITA...THOMPSON!!”
HANSON
“Welcome to the New Frontier, Vain Vanita!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“VANI!!! WHOOOOO!!!! FUCK YEAH!! Homegirl kicked ass!”
HANSON
“She did but kudos to all three ladies!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah yeah, I know. They did do great.”
HANSON
“Don’t lose that unbiasedness, Miranda.”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey I woulda congratulated either but you know...homegirl!”
HANSON
“I’m sure.”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey, we both hail from Denver and partake in the herb of God’s green Earth--oh shit, should I say that on here?”
Miranda Augustino cups her hand over her mouth and looks wide eyed at the camera. Nick Hanson has that “oh lord we’re gonna get canned” look on his face as he quickly brings us to a commercial.
HANSON
“Let’s take a commercial break, folks!”
Then as the shot starts to fade out, we hear him say.
HANSON
“The hell’s wrong with you?!”
Winner: Vanita Thompson
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:19
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[Match #2. Singles Match - Beat The Clock - Edgar Malkovich v. El Piso Mojado]
The Sudden Blare of Guitar shreds through the air as the opening chords to "Out of The Black" by Royal Blood plays, and when the song kicks into gear Edgar Malcovich enters the arena in his wrestling gear, plus a sleeveless pullover hoodie.
ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Beat The Clock match! Introducing first...from Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 242lbs, he is 'The Filthy Angel" Edgar… MALCOVICH!"
Eddy walks down to the ring, no taunting or extra dramatics, maybe interacting with a fan or two as he circles the ring like a hungry predator before sliding in and running over to the ropes. He dead stops at the ropes and pulls down his hood, slitting his throat with his thumb while leaving against the top rope.
As B. Rich & Friends “Out Fer A Rip” begins to play the lights in the arena take on a red and white hue while the Mexican flag appears on the video wall before a giant red maple leaf suddenly comes slamming right down in the center of it. Through the curtain, to the cheers and laughter of the audience, steps El Piso Mojado, hands up, index fingers pointing out. Piso struts confidently back and forth on the stage, pointing out the Great White North signs in appreciation.
ARDEN
“Introducing his opponent! Representing the Great White North! Weighing in at two hundred pounds!! EL PISOOOOOOOO MOJAAAAAAADOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Piso makes his way down the walkway, towards the way, high fiving and fist bumping every...single...fan in the front row. He does this all the way around the ringside area, greeting fans until he comes to the commentary table where he can be heard over their mics.
“Hola, muchachos!! Como estas, carnal?!”
El Piso Mojado fist bumps Nick Hanson. He fist bumps Miranda Augustino who then gives him an adoring hug. Piso starts to slide his hands down but Miranda stops him and quickly steps back.
AUGUSTINO
“Ah ah ah! Whoooaaaaaa there, hombre. Cuidado con tus manos.”
El Piso Mojado shrugs his shoulders before gyrating his hips. Miranda Augustino can’t help but laugh at the goofball wrestler before pointing to the ring.
AUGUSTINO
“Go have your match, dummy!”
Piso throws up the “call me” sign to Miranda before he slides into the ring, hopping up onto a turnbuckle and amping up the crowd before hopping down to his corner.
~DING DING DING~
Edgar Malkovich and El Piso Mojado started their match off with a collar and elbow tieup and the crowd was quickly reminded that, while Piso loved to joke and have fun, he was also a formidable wrestler as he kept Edgar on his toes with his acrobatic counters and escapes while the former Slasher tried to gain the quick upper hand on him with his strength and technical prowess. Piso moved around the ring with an almost unmatched energy as he brought his lucha libre style to the table, countering wrist locks and arm bars with hip tosses and arm drags. With these, he used the ropes to his advantage to propel his body at Edgar with springboard crossbody attacks, hurricanranas and the like.
Edgar Malkovich put a stop to the momentum as Piso had him down on the mat and came down with a 450 Splash but Edgar brought his knees up to catch him with a painful block. From there, Edgar Malkovich took full control of the match, laying into Piso with brutal knees and elbows, courtesy of his Muay Thai training. El Piso Mojado showed his resilience as he kicked out of multiple pin attempts as Eddy Malkovich tried to end this match as quickly as he could, knowing what was at stake for the shortest victory. Again, Piso used his aerial arsenal and quick grapples to mount a comeback against the Filthy Angel. He didn’t exactly have high stakes on the line like his opponent but he was bound and determined not to walk out of the match without a victory.
For the next several minutes, Malkovich and Piso traded offense back and forth, with Piso, much to the annoyance of Edgar, keeping the match inside the ring by getting back into the ring as soon as he could anytime the fight took itself out. This pushed Eddy to the point of being irritated more than anything as he started playing Piso’s game and remained in the ring, proceeding to just hammer the man with everything from Knee Strikes to MMA ground and pound attacks. Piso was able to avoid most of the submission attempts but when he attempted to go for the Rolling Oak lariat, he flipped over the top rope and landed, right in the path of a Clothesline From Hell by Edgar Malkovich, knocking him inside out. Edgar immediately picked Piso up into a Front Chancery hold and delivered DEMONMANIA for the pinfall victory.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! EDDY...MALKOVICH!!!!”
HANSON
“And Eddy Malkovich wins his Beat The Clock challenge but will it be enough to land him that coveted last entry spot into the Blood of Heroes Coliseum?
AUGUSTINO
“We’ll find out! That match wasn’t too shabby at all!”
Winner: Edgar Malkovich
Result: Pinfall
Time: 19:04
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The camera opens up on a building out in a countryside setting that looks like some kind of old brewery. Immediately, the familiar sound of Ryan Upchurch's "Cheatham County" starts to play. Seconds later, Teddy Morse of the Rebel Rousers comes hopping into the frame in jeans, a Rebel Forces t-shirt and a woodland camo cap with the Rebel flag on the front.
"Well, hey there! How y'all this mornin’?! Afternoon, evening, whenever the hell y'all are watching this!" He shrugs his shoulders up with his goofy smile. "Y'all know what I love the most about being from the South?"
"What's that, Teddy?" From the other side, Teddy's tag team partner, Chase Evans, comes walking into frame from the other side, wearing a matching t-shirt and a Rebel Rousers beanie over his head.
"Drinking!" Teddy says confidently, bobbing his head over enthusiastically as he does so.
Frowning in confusion, Chase looks at the man. "That's not all we do in the South, Teddy. What the hell, man?"
"Nope, but we sure as shit know how to!" Teddy says, swinging his head back to look at the camera.
"That's true!" Says Chase, looking back to the camera. "And you know what we love just as much? Home brewed spirits! That's why we made this!" Chase holds up a large bottle full of a clear liquid. On the label is the Rebel flag with a skull and crossbones over it. The skull has a worn and tattered cowboy hat on it. Beneath it are the words "Rebel Spirits. Tennessee Shine."
Teddy Morse's eyes go wide at the sight of the bottle. "Whoowee!! Lookit that!! Tennessee Moonshine! Nothin' better!"
"Not just any Tennessee brew, though." Says Chase as he brings the bottle back to him but keeps it up for the camera to see. "This is our own personal recipe. Developed and trademarked by Teddy and myself. Don't worry, it's perfectly legal!"
"Yeah, us rednecks got licenses and shit!" Teddy adds.
"If you're looking for a moonshine that goes down smoother than the rest but still carries with it everything there is to love about it, try a bottle of Rebel Spirits! It comes in all the best flavors! Key Lime, Sweet Tea, Peach Cobbler, Peppermint."
"And you know we got that Apple Pie, y'all. Yessir, yes ma'am!" Teddy leans in, winking at the camera.
"We've got Raspberry, Watermelon Lime, Lemon Drop." Chase lists off more flavors, keeping a smile as he does so.
"Hell, we've even got Pumpkin Spice for all you basic white bitches that wanna get white girl wasted!" Teddy chimes in, throwing his hand up like a phone next to his ear. "Call me!"
"Whoa!" Chase turns to his partner. "Teddy, you can't go and call potential customers bitches like that!"
"The hell I can't!" Teddy says, adjusting his hat. "This is goddamn 'Murica, y'all! Freedom of speech and freedom to get fucked up on some good ol'shit like Rebel Spirits Moonshine!! GET YOU SOME, Y'ALL!!! HEEEEEELLLLLL YEEEEAAAAH!!!"
The shot cuts to a wooden table out in front of a cornfield as a hand slams a bottle of product onto it as the final shot of the commercial.
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Eavan Maloney v. Layla Aishe]
The opening tunes of "The Mummers Dance (Remix)" by Loreena McKennitt starts to play on the speakers. A few seconds into the song Layla steps out from behind the curtain in a long dress on which hangs several jeweled tassels alongside her many necklaces. Layla smiles to the cheers and adulation of the audience as she goes to several fans on the way down to give blessings to them.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! She is...LAYLA...AISHE!!!”
When Layla reaches ringside, she climbs the stairs and steps under the second rope to enter the ring where she poses for the audience once more. As her song fades out she removes, the necklaces and her dress to reveal her ring gear underneath. She hands her removed items to an attendant at ringside and prepares for her match.
The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about fifteen seconds as the opening of "Warrior" by Disturbed plays. Eavan Maloney walks out in a long leather duster and steampunk goggles on her head, her hand above her eyes to look out at everyone.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Ocean City, New Jersey! She is the Krigare...EAVAN...MALONEY!!!!!”
As she walks down the ramp, she continues scouring the crowd, stoic, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She removes her duster and goggles and slides out of the ring, finding NFW Super Fan, Maxine Foster and places her goggles on the excited girl’s head to the pop of the fans. Eavan hugs Maxine with a smile before turning stoic and serious again and slides back inside the ring, watching Layla and awaiting the bell.
~DING DING DING~
This match kicks off with both women charging in for a collar and elbow tie up. Eavan seems to be easily overpowering Layla as she looks to transition into an arm bar. The crowd voices disapproval when Layla kicks at the back of Eavan's knee, taking advantage of an old injury.
The fans grow even louder when Layla takes a leg and goes to stomp the back of Maloney's knee, but they POP when Eavan takes her by surprise by scooping Aishe into a tight small package for a one and a half count! Layla rolls away, looking incredibly ticked off before. Eavan, still on her knees, gets another POP from the crowd when she throws her arms out wide and lets out a roar, only for Layla to run in and try to silence her with a charging forearm..
CROWD
YEAHHHH!!
And only for Eavan to take her over in a short Japanese arm drag, roll back and assume a classic MMA style ground-and-pound sequence as the crowd Cheers her on. Layla finally manages to break free, both women standing and Eavan encouraging her to bring it. Layla wastes no time, coming in with a lariat which Eavan sidesteps in the nick of time. Layla finds herself in position for an enziguri kick, but the crowd BOO when she traps Eavan and delivers a legbreaker to target that knee again before actually managing to take her down with that hard hitting lariat and cover for a close two!
Layla signals she has had enough, stomping Eavan in the midsection before dragging her to her feet and delivering a forearm smash which staggered her. Layla managed to snap off another, harder forearm to a roar from the crowd as Eavan nearly toppled over. Layla scowled and went to deliver a knee to the midsection, but Eavan caught her leg! The crowd roars their amazement as Eavan throws Layla over with an impromptu exploder suplex, but also holds on and rolls through to cinch in the Krigare!!
Layla's forced to tap!!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! EAVAN...MALONEY!!!!”
HANSON
“New look. New attitude. New beginning for Eavan Maloney, folks! The Krigare has come out victorious on this night!”
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Pinfall
Time: 11:29
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"Well, hey there! How y'all this mornin’?! Afternoon, evening, whenever the hell y'all are watching this!" He shrugs his shoulders up with his goofy smile. "Y'all know what I love the most about being from the South?"
"What's that, Teddy?" From the other side, Teddy's tag team partner, Chase Evans, comes walking into frame from the other side, wearing a matching t-shirt and a Rebel Rousers beanie over his head.
"Drinking!" Teddy says confidently, bobbing his head over enthusiastically as he does so.
Frowning in confusion, Chase looks at the man. "That's not all we do in the South, Teddy. What the hell, man?"
"Nope, but we sure as shit know how to!" Teddy says, swinging his head back to look at the camera.
"That's true!" Says Chase, looking back to the camera. "And you know what we love just as much? Home brewed spirits! That's why we made this!" Chase holds up a large bottle full of a clear liquid. On the label is the Rebel flag with a skull and crossbones over it. The skull has a worn and tattered cowboy hat on it. Beneath it are the words "Rebel Spirits. Tennessee Shine."
Teddy Morse's eyes go wide at the sight of the bottle. "Whoowee!! Lookit that!! Tennessee Moonshine! Nothin' better!"
"Not just any Tennessee brew, though." Says Chase as he brings the bottle back to him but keeps it up for the camera to see. "This is our own personal recipe. Developed and trademarked by Teddy and myself. Don't worry, it's perfectly legal!"
"Yeah, us rednecks got licenses and shit!" Teddy adds.
"If you're looking for a moonshine that goes down smoother than the rest but still carries with it everything there is to love about it, try a bottle of Rebel Spirits! It comes in all the best flavors! Key Lime, Sweet Tea, Peach Cobbler, Peppermint."
"And you know we got that Apple Pie, y'all. Yessir, yes ma'am!" Teddy leans in, winking at the camera.
"We've got Raspberry, Watermelon Lime, Lemon Drop." Chase lists off more flavors, keeping a smile as he does so.
"Hell, we've even got Pumpkin Spice for all you basic white bitches that wanna get white girl wasted!" Teddy chimes in, throwing his hand up like a phone next to his ear. "Call me!"
"Whoa!" Chase turns to his partner. "Teddy, you can't go and call potential customers bitches like that!"
"The hell I can't!" Teddy says, adjusting his hat. "This is goddamn 'Murica, y'all! Freedom of speech and freedom to get fucked up on some good ol'shit like Rebel Spirits Moonshine!! GET YOU SOME, Y'ALL!!! HEEEEEELLLLLL YEEEEAAAAH!!!"
The shot cuts to a wooden table out in front of a cornfield as a hand slams a bottle of product onto it as the final shot of the commercial.
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[Match #3. Singles Match - Eavan Maloney v. Layla Aishe]
The opening tunes of "The Mummers Dance (Remix)" by Loreena McKennitt starts to play on the speakers. A few seconds into the song Layla steps out from behind the curtain in a long dress on which hangs several jeweled tassels alongside her many necklaces. Layla smiles to the cheers and adulation of the audience as she goes to several fans on the way down to give blessings to them.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! She is...LAYLA...AISHE!!!”
When Layla reaches ringside, she climbs the stairs and steps under the second rope to enter the ring where she poses for the audience once more. As her song fades out she removes, the necklaces and her dress to reveal her ring gear underneath. She hands her removed items to an attendant at ringside and prepares for her match.
The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about fifteen seconds as the opening of "Warrior" by Disturbed plays. Eavan Maloney walks out in a long leather duster and steampunk goggles on her head, her hand above her eyes to look out at everyone.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Ocean City, New Jersey! She is the Krigare...EAVAN...MALONEY!!!!!”
As she walks down the ramp, she continues scouring the crowd, stoic, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She removes her duster and goggles and slides out of the ring, finding NFW Super Fan, Maxine Foster and places her goggles on the excited girl’s head to the pop of the fans. Eavan hugs Maxine with a smile before turning stoic and serious again and slides back inside the ring, watching Layla and awaiting the bell.
~DING DING DING~
This match kicks off with both women charging in for a collar and elbow tie up. Eavan seems to be easily overpowering Layla as she looks to transition into an arm bar. The crowd voices disapproval when Layla kicks at the back of Eavan's knee, taking advantage of an old injury.
The fans grow even louder when Layla takes a leg and goes to stomp the back of Maloney's knee, but they POP when Eavan takes her by surprise by scooping Aishe into a tight small package for a one and a half count! Layla rolls away, looking incredibly ticked off before. Eavan, still on her knees, gets another POP from the crowd when she throws her arms out wide and lets out a roar, only for Layla to run in and try to silence her with a charging forearm..
CROWD
YEAHHHH!!
And only for Eavan to take her over in a short Japanese arm drag, roll back and assume a classic MMA style ground-and-pound sequence as the crowd Cheers her on. Layla finally manages to break free, both women standing and Eavan encouraging her to bring it. Layla wastes no time, coming in with a lariat which Eavan sidesteps in the nick of time. Layla finds herself in position for an enziguri kick, but the crowd BOO when she traps Eavan and delivers a legbreaker to target that knee again before actually managing to take her down with that hard hitting lariat and cover for a close two!
Layla signals she has had enough, stomping Eavan in the midsection before dragging her to her feet and delivering a forearm smash which staggered her. Layla managed to snap off another, harder forearm to a roar from the crowd as Eavan nearly toppled over. Layla scowled and went to deliver a knee to the midsection, but Eavan caught her leg! The crowd roars their amazement as Eavan throws Layla over with an impromptu exploder suplex, but also holds on and rolls through to cinch in the Krigare!!
Layla's forced to tap!!
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! EAVAN...MALONEY!!!!”
HANSON
“New look. New attitude. New beginning for Eavan Maloney, folks! The Krigare has come out victorious on this night!”
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Pinfall
Time: 11:29
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As the show returns from a commercial break, the announcers welcome the viewers back to the show.
HANSON
"Welcome back folks! We hope you're enjoying the show tonight! We wanna give someone a special shoutout, this evening. We normally do this for celebrity guests but I guess you could say we have our very own special sort of celebrity guest with us."
AUGUSTINO
"Exclusive to NFW type celebrity!"
HANSON
"Eeeexactly. Folks, say hello back here behind us to little miss Maxine Foster."
The camera jumps to show a young woman sitting in the crowd right behind the announce table. Upon realizing the camera is on her she looks starstruck and taken aback. She looks around behind her as if trying to confirm or debunk whether or not the camera is on her specifically. She points to herself, mouthing 'me?' before giving a shy wave with an excited smile on her face.
HANSON
"Now as I understand it, this young lady is our biggest fan, as she claims. So much so that she makes every show that she's able to so if I'm not mistaken, I believe Commissioner Steven Brody had something prepared for her specially to show his appreciation."
As Nick Hanson speaks, an NFW Staff Member appears beside Maxine Foster and presents her with an envelope. She pulls out what looks like a badge and some other sort of pass. Nick Hanson explains what they are as the agent does to Maxine. We see the look of absolute shock and humble appreciation on the girl's face.
HANSON
"Ms. Foster is being presented with a lifetime pass to any and all NFW events with a front row seat. She's also being given a lifetime backstage badge granting her access before and after the show to meet the NFW superstars, of course at their convenience."
AUGUSTINO
"I gotta say that's one hell of a gift from boss man, Nick! Quite nice of him! But you know, I got her something too.'
HANSON
"Oh did you? I know you've actually exchanged words with her over social media. What'd ya get her?"
AUGUSTINO
"Yo Maxie! You said your favorite color's orange right?!"
Miranda yells back to Maxine Foster who just smiles and nods to confirm. Miranda nods back as if to say 'just checking.' She then turns back to the ring and leans forward in her chair, folding her arms across the table as she slides her butt to the back of her folding chair. Maxine's eyes adorably bug out of her head as she looks at whatever it is Miranda's revealing. Swear to god, you can almost see her chinks turn pink. Nick looks confused at first until he happens to look down behind Miranda.
HANSON
"Orange? What's that got to have to do--- oh my lord!! Miranda! Are you wearing a...?!"
AUGUSTINO
"Ayye, simon carnal!"
HANSON
"Ahem! Well uhh...well then. With that being said, let's get ready for our next match up folks! The first of two title shots here tonight!"
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[Match #4. Singles Match - Yukiko Kusanagi © v. Angel Kash]
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.
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
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! Residing in The Hamptons, New York. The Trillion Dollar Princess...ANGEL...KASH!!!!”
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.
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 balls her hands up into fists and taps the sides of her head before bursting up to her feet and throwing a kick to the air as purple and white pyro goes off on either side of her. 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! From Osaka, Japan! She is the NFW Women's Television Champion! ANGEL...KUSANAGI!!”
Angel reaches the ring, running and sliding in under the bottom rope where she pops up onto one knee in the center. After a pause, she throws her hood back and stands up to the pop of the crowd before moving to her corner and removing her robe, tossing it over onto the floor. This reveals the Women’s TV Title around her waist which she removes and takes a moment to stare at before handing it to the referee.
As the referee took it from her, the crowd erupted into boos as Angel Kash came running in from across the ring with a blindside attack, knocking Kusanagi back into the corner and raining down shot after shot on her. The referee hastily handed off the title to the timekeeper and called for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Angel Kash rained down the assault on Angel Kusanagi for the beginning of the match, hammering her with punches, slaps and kicks until the woman slumped down in the corner and Kash began stomping away at her. Violently. Before the referee could get her to back off, she pressed her boot against the defending champion’s throat, forcing the ref to start a count that caused her to step away and start arguing with the official. Referee Akiyama wasn’t having any of this, as usual, as she got right up in Angel Kash’s face and gestured to her shirt, sticking her finger up in Angel’s face, laying down the law. Kash, arrogant and spoiled as ever cocked her hand back threateningly but the referee just stood there and dared her to do it. Just as Angel Kash started to sarcastically respond with ‘oh, you want it?’ Angel Kusanagi was back on her feet and grabbing Kash by the wrist she had cocked and ready. She spun Kash around and rocked her with a European Uppercut before laying in the shots to the pop of the crowd. Feeding the spoiled princess superstar forearm after forearm after forearm. Stiff shots that looked like she wasn’t holding back at all. Angel Kusanagi put her chops, palm strikes and kicks to good use against Angel Kash with her kicks notably having more an umph behind them after training a weekend with her friend, Merlot Ayano. Each kick garnered an emphatic reaction from the crowd as Kusanagi proceeded to maneuver Kash around the ring with kicks to different angles of her body. Eventually, she drilled Kash down into the mat with a Cradle DDT for a near pinfall.
Angel Kash would soon move to her dirtier tricks as Angel Kusanagi kept coming at her with no remorse or hesitation. She turned the match around, first, by rolling out of the ring after a running bulldog from Kusanagi. But as Kusanagi started to approach the ropes, Angel Kash came out of her game of possum and yanked the woman by the feet, pulling her onto her back onto the mat before yanking back the apron and pulling Angel Kusanagi out of the ring. Trapped between the ring and the apron cover, Kusanagi had nowhere to go as Angel Kash unleashed a vicious storm of strikes on her. Slapping, punching, scratching and hairpulling. She even pulled Kusanagi’s head down and delivered a few good knees to the face before climbing up onto the apron itself and ran in for a soccer kick right to the side of the defending champion’s head. Kusanagi fell limp and slumped down behind the apron cover to the floor as the referee began her count. As much as Angel Kash wouldn’t have minded taking a countout victory, she wanted that championship, though! The woman slid out of the ring and hastily pulled her opponent to her feet, shoving her back into the ring as quickly as she could and crawled in after her, going for a cover with her feet up on the ropes. 1...2...and the referee caught her! Referee Akiyama pointed out Kash’s feet and the two began arguing again.
As the two continued in each other’s faces, everything was interrupted by the sound of Lindsey Stirling’s “Heist”. The violin chords ripping through the arena as the video wall illuminated with the words “GAME START!” As the crowd popped from the welcome surprise, Angel Kash whipped her head towards the stage with an almost offended look on her face as Cali-Kate came walking from behind the curtain and stormed right towards the ring! The look on Kash’s face said it all: she couldn’t believe the audacity Cali-Kate had to come out during HER match!
But rather than actually getting in the ring, Cali-Kate stopped at the foot of the ramp and began yelling up at Angel Kash, opening her arms out, egging her on for a fight. Angel Kash stood against the ropes, angrily demanding that Cali-Kate get out of her sight. Beside her, Kash and the referee were actually on the same page for once as Yumi Akiyama - in a more polite manner - tried to tell Kate she couldn’t be out here. Cali-Kate stood out there for another moment, jawjacking with Angel Kash until she appeared to be looking passed her at something and just waved her hand dismissively to Kash before abruptly turning and storming back up the ramp.
HANSON
“Well, Cali-Kate was out here to confront Angel Kash but now she’s leaving just as suddenly as she came in!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, maybe so but I got a feeeeeeling!!!”
HANSON
“What’s that, Mir?”
AUGUSTINO
“Look who’s up and Kash ain’t paying attention to!”
HANSON
“Ohhhh lord! Kash better turn around! This could be bad!”
Angel Kash did turn around, after another moment of yelling at Cali-Kate. What she failed to see, however, was that Angel Kusanagi had gotten back to her feet and found her posture again. Now, the Japanese woman was fuming from behind strands of messy platinum blonde hair as she waited for the proper opening. Right as Angel Kash started to step back and turn her attention back to the match, Angel Kusanagi pivoted on her heel. Her other leg snapped up and POW!!!! Her foot caught Kash right with the full sole across her face. The impact sent Kash spinning around with her back to Kusanagi before her eyes rolled back and she crumpled to the mat. Angel Kusanagi dropped to her knees and fell over the Trillion Dollar Princess as the referee made the 3 count for the victory.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner and STILL...NFW Women’s Television Champion!! ANGEL...KUSA-NAGIIIIIIII!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“HAHA!!!! YES!!!! WAY TO GO KATIE-BABY!!! PAYBACK’S A BITCH!!!”
HANSON
“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it but the champ doesn’t actually look too thrilled about the interference!”
Inside the ring, Angel Kusanagi angrily snatched her title from the referee and refused to let her arm be raised. Instead, she dropped down and rolled out of the ring, storming up the ramp where Cali-Kate was still enjoying the fruits of her efforts. As Cali-Kate was focusing more on the ring than the approaching Kusanagi, she raised a mic up to her lips as she called out Angel Kash.
[Match #4. Singles Match - Yukiko Kusanagi © v. Angel Kash]
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.
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
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! Residing in The Hamptons, New York. The Trillion Dollar Princess...ANGEL...KASH!!!!”
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.
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 balls her hands up into fists and taps the sides of her head before bursting up to her feet and throwing a kick to the air as purple and white pyro goes off on either side of her. 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! From Osaka, Japan! She is the NFW Women's Television Champion! ANGEL...KUSANAGI!!”
Angel reaches the ring, running and sliding in under the bottom rope where she pops up onto one knee in the center. After a pause, she throws her hood back and stands up to the pop of the crowd before moving to her corner and removing her robe, tossing it over onto the floor. This reveals the Women’s TV Title around her waist which she removes and takes a moment to stare at before handing it to the referee.
As the referee took it from her, the crowd erupted into boos as Angel Kash came running in from across the ring with a blindside attack, knocking Kusanagi back into the corner and raining down shot after shot on her. The referee hastily handed off the title to the timekeeper and called for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Angel Kash rained down the assault on Angel Kusanagi for the beginning of the match, hammering her with punches, slaps and kicks until the woman slumped down in the corner and Kash began stomping away at her. Violently. Before the referee could get her to back off, she pressed her boot against the defending champion’s throat, forcing the ref to start a count that caused her to step away and start arguing with the official. Referee Akiyama wasn’t having any of this, as usual, as she got right up in Angel Kash’s face and gestured to her shirt, sticking her finger up in Angel’s face, laying down the law. Kash, arrogant and spoiled as ever cocked her hand back threateningly but the referee just stood there and dared her to do it. Just as Angel Kash started to sarcastically respond with ‘oh, you want it?’ Angel Kusanagi was back on her feet and grabbing Kash by the wrist she had cocked and ready. She spun Kash around and rocked her with a European Uppercut before laying in the shots to the pop of the crowd. Feeding the spoiled princess superstar forearm after forearm after forearm. Stiff shots that looked like she wasn’t holding back at all. Angel Kusanagi put her chops, palm strikes and kicks to good use against Angel Kash with her kicks notably having more an umph behind them after training a weekend with her friend, Merlot Ayano. Each kick garnered an emphatic reaction from the crowd as Kusanagi proceeded to maneuver Kash around the ring with kicks to different angles of her body. Eventually, she drilled Kash down into the mat with a Cradle DDT for a near pinfall.
Angel Kash would soon move to her dirtier tricks as Angel Kusanagi kept coming at her with no remorse or hesitation. She turned the match around, first, by rolling out of the ring after a running bulldog from Kusanagi. But as Kusanagi started to approach the ropes, Angel Kash came out of her game of possum and yanked the woman by the feet, pulling her onto her back onto the mat before yanking back the apron and pulling Angel Kusanagi out of the ring. Trapped between the ring and the apron cover, Kusanagi had nowhere to go as Angel Kash unleashed a vicious storm of strikes on her. Slapping, punching, scratching and hairpulling. She even pulled Kusanagi’s head down and delivered a few good knees to the face before climbing up onto the apron itself and ran in for a soccer kick right to the side of the defending champion’s head. Kusanagi fell limp and slumped down behind the apron cover to the floor as the referee began her count. As much as Angel Kash wouldn’t have minded taking a countout victory, she wanted that championship, though! The woman slid out of the ring and hastily pulled her opponent to her feet, shoving her back into the ring as quickly as she could and crawled in after her, going for a cover with her feet up on the ropes. 1...2...and the referee caught her! Referee Akiyama pointed out Kash’s feet and the two began arguing again.
As the two continued in each other’s faces, everything was interrupted by the sound of Lindsey Stirling’s “Heist”. The violin chords ripping through the arena as the video wall illuminated with the words “GAME START!” As the crowd popped from the welcome surprise, Angel Kash whipped her head towards the stage with an almost offended look on her face as Cali-Kate came walking from behind the curtain and stormed right towards the ring! The look on Kash’s face said it all: she couldn’t believe the audacity Cali-Kate had to come out during HER match!
But rather than actually getting in the ring, Cali-Kate stopped at the foot of the ramp and began yelling up at Angel Kash, opening her arms out, egging her on for a fight. Angel Kash stood against the ropes, angrily demanding that Cali-Kate get out of her sight. Beside her, Kash and the referee were actually on the same page for once as Yumi Akiyama - in a more polite manner - tried to tell Kate she couldn’t be out here. Cali-Kate stood out there for another moment, jawjacking with Angel Kash until she appeared to be looking passed her at something and just waved her hand dismissively to Kash before abruptly turning and storming back up the ramp.
HANSON
“Well, Cali-Kate was out here to confront Angel Kash but now she’s leaving just as suddenly as she came in!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, maybe so but I got a feeeeeeling!!!”
HANSON
“What’s that, Mir?”
AUGUSTINO
“Look who’s up and Kash ain’t paying attention to!”
HANSON
“Ohhhh lord! Kash better turn around! This could be bad!”
Angel Kash did turn around, after another moment of yelling at Cali-Kate. What she failed to see, however, was that Angel Kusanagi had gotten back to her feet and found her posture again. Now, the Japanese woman was fuming from behind strands of messy platinum blonde hair as she waited for the proper opening. Right as Angel Kash started to step back and turn her attention back to the match, Angel Kusanagi pivoted on her heel. Her other leg snapped up and POW!!!! Her foot caught Kash right with the full sole across her face. The impact sent Kash spinning around with her back to Kusanagi before her eyes rolled back and she crumpled to the mat. Angel Kusanagi dropped to her knees and fell over the Trillion Dollar Princess as the referee made the 3 count for the victory.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner and STILL...NFW Women’s Television Champion!! ANGEL...KUSA-NAGIIIIIIII!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“HAHA!!!! YES!!!! WAY TO GO KATIE-BABY!!! PAYBACK’S A BITCH!!!”
HANSON
“Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it but the champ doesn’t actually look too thrilled about the interference!”
Inside the ring, Angel Kusanagi angrily snatched her title from the referee and refused to let her arm be raised. Instead, she dropped down and rolled out of the ring, storming up the ramp where Cali-Kate was still enjoying the fruits of her efforts. As Cali-Kate was focusing more on the ring than the approaching Kusanagi, she raised a mic up to her lips as she called out Angel Kash.
"I fucking told you there was going to be retribution. And that you were going to have to learn something in the meantime. Lesson one: you aren't as damn good as you think. Look at you right now, struggling at my feet. Like a peasant should. The trillion dollar princess brought low. Maybe you should have thought about that before matching your shit wits with someone who can match your wealth. But then, that's the fucking difference between you and me: I don't have to fucking tell everyone every fucking day. I just want to remind you whom you're dealing with. And there's more to come. Game start, bitch."
Cali-Kate dropped the microphone with a satisfied smile. A smile she wore all up until Angel Kusanagi got right up in her face, glaring at her. Kusanagi looked back over her shoulder at Angel Kash in the ring as the referee was helping her come out of her state of unconsciousness. Angel Kusanagi turned back to Cali-Kate, looking like she was ready for another fight....
Winner: Angel Kusanagi
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:24
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Winner: Angel Kusanagi
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:24
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As the Women’s Television Title match ended and Angel Kusanagi and Cali-Kate were in their stare down, “Evil Angel” by Breaking Benjamin filled the arena. The crowd looked a little confused before the new NFW Women’s Division GM, Isabella Santiago came out with a microphone in hand. She stepped in between Angel and Cali-Kate, separating the two of them.
“I’ve had enough of this interfering in matches. Cali-Kate, I thought you were better than that, but I guess not. And Angel Kash, starting this whole domino effect won’t come without consequences either.”
She looks over at Angel Kusanagi and just nods her head. She can see the frustration in the champion’s expression over two straight defenses ending with interference.
“Mr. Brody hired me to help bring order back to the Women’s Division and unlike my predecessor, I won’t openly show favoritism nor will there be any sort of favoritism. I don’t care if your a member of The Kingdom or if you’re a newcomer to my division. Everyone will earn their opportunities based on hard work.”
The crowd begins to cheer just a little bit as Isabella stands there, smiling as she looks out to the crowd around her.
“My job is to give all of you the best damn Women’s wrestling that NFW can provide. And for my first act as General Manager, Angel, I know you welcome a good challenge and I can tell you feel like you haven’t truly beaten either one of these ladies because of the other two interfering. So, next week, for the NFW Women’s Television Championship, it will be Angel Kash versus Cali-Kate versus Angel Kusanagi in Triple Threat match!”
The crowd erupts at the news just given to them as “Evil Angel” begins to play once again and Isabella turns around and just walks back behind the curtain to all three women looking at each other.
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[Match #5. Singles Match - Beat The Clock - Anton Crowley v. Tyson Law]
The intro line to the song plays throughout the arena as the lights fade to a dim blue around the stage:
"Everything you know in the focus
Live in the moment
Don't have to question why
Listen to the sound of the virus
You can't deny this
Get up and AMPLIFY"
On the word "AMPLIFY", the lights on the stage suddenly illuminate it completely, flashing violently. Seconds into the opening riff, the curtain is thrown open and Tyson Law walks out onto the stage to the boos of the crowd. Arms up and out, index fingers extended before he turns his hands and switches his index fingers for his middle ones, essentially flipping off the crowd. As the lyrics start, he comes to a pause, center stage, lowering his head and brings his hands up in a Shaolin prayer.
"I want it all
The chemical
The fix that makes me feel
Like I overdose in stereo
And lose control of "real"
(I can't believe it's real)"
On the line "like I overdose in stereo", Tyson rears into position and performs a stunning backflip, landing on one knee, in a stylish posture. A single burst of pyro shoots up from the stage. He pauses for a moment for the last line of the verse before he rises up and throws back the hood to his vest with one hand and rips away his face mask with the other. He pauses for a moment with his arms out to the side, gloating but scowling to the audience before he tosses his mask to the floor and starts his walk down the ramp.
"Of one mind, of one soul
We unite to write our code
So bleed your message at the tone
'Cause we don't have to feel alone
Feel alone
Let's get this fire started
Let's get this fire started"
ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Beat The Block match! Making his way to the ring at this time!! From Raleigh, North Carolina! Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds! "The Shaolin Rebel"...TYSOOOOON LAAAAAAAAAAW!!!!"
As he reaches the ring, Tyson runs and hops up onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. He extends one arm, 'popping the grenade pin' before rolling forward and flipping forward off of the turnbuckle, landing on his feet into a leisurely pace to the middle of the ring. His cold, calculated eyes focus on the stage as he turns his head towards it, standing tall and ready...waiting....
The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hush voiced echoing through the arena.
“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society
Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”
A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley standing at the top of the entrance ramp. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips. He starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.
“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”
ARDEN
“His opponent! Residing in Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the Demon prince, ANTON...CROWLEY!!!”
As he walks the arena lights go full red. Anton climbs the steps then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. He resumes his pose from the ramp.
“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”
As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, removing his entrance attire.
~DING DING DING~
Anton and Tyson locked up as soon as the bell sounded. The two men traded shots back and forth for quite a bit of time. Tyson though, early on was able to finally get the upper hand after blocking a couple of forearm shots. He would then begin to use his speed and agility to continue his advantage. Tyson would deliver a few different DDT variations. Anton would go for a clothesline, but Tyson was able to cartwheel away from it and deliver a dropkick before climbing to the top rope and delivering a 450 Senton that got him a nearfall. Tyson would set Anton up, looking for the Shaolin Destroyer, but Anton was able to deliver a backdrop to counter out of it.
From there, Anton was able to take over in the match. He would deliver a series of Northern Light Suplexes before bridging up on the third and getting a nearfall. Anton would continue the pressure, picking Tyson up and hitting Lingchi. Anton would back up as Tyson hit the ground. Tyson would struggle, getting up to one knee. As he did, Anton just charged in and delivered ad stellam matutinam to pick up the win.
From there, Anton was able to take over in the match. He would deliver a series of Northern Light Suplexes before bridging up on the third and getting a nearfall. Anton would continue the pressure, picking Tyson up and hitting Lingchi. Anton would back up as Tyson hit the ground. Tyson would struggle, getting up to one knee. As he did, Anton just charged in and delivered ad stellam matutinam to pick up the win.
Winner: Anton Crowley
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:18
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As the match ends, Anton is celebrating his win as the lights go out and “The Netherworld Circus” begins to play.
HANSON
“What in the world is this?”
AUGUSTINO
“I have no clue, but this music is creepy as fuck!”
As the lights come on, we see a mysterious woman, dressed up like she looks like Pennywise The Clown stands at the top of the ramp. The ring is surrounded by a bunch of creepy looking clowns. The hop into the ring, surrounding Tyson. They look up at the woman who snaps her fingers and as she does, the group grabs him. They pull him out of the ring, holding him above them. The stop at the woman who looks at Tyson. She strokes his cheek and smiles as the clowns lower him just a bit. The woman then just leans in and gives her a kiss on the forehead before the clowns lift him back up. The woman snaps her fingers again and the lights go out once again and when they come on, everyone has vanished from sight leaving the crowd murmuring and confused.
HANSON
“What in the world is this?”
AUGUSTINO
“I have no clue, but this music is creepy as fuck!”
As the lights come on, we see a mysterious woman, dressed up like she looks like Pennywise The Clown stands at the top of the ramp. The ring is surrounded by a bunch of creepy looking clowns. The hop into the ring, surrounding Tyson. They look up at the woman who snaps her fingers and as she does, the group grabs him. They pull him out of the ring, holding him above them. The stop at the woman who looks at Tyson. She strokes his cheek and smiles as the clowns lower him just a bit. The woman then just leans in and gives her a kiss on the forehead before the clowns lift him back up. The woman snaps her fingers again and the lights go out once again and when they come on, everyone has vanished from sight leaving the crowd murmuring and confused.
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[Match #6. Tag Team Match - Kicks & Stones v. The Turn-It-Up Express]
[TAG TEAM WARS TOURNAMENT MATCH]
A hand turns the dials on every setting starting with volume all the way past 10 into a handwritten 11 as we start to hear "Turn Up the Radio" by Autograph blasting throughout the arena. The crowd stands in anticipation as the song continues to play. When the song intro transitions at the 'Turn it up' we see the words "Turn-It-Up Express" on the screen as the song jumps to the chorus and out steps Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic in their new ring gear! The two give each other the old 'Bash Brothers' forearm tap and head to the ring as the crowd goes wild.
ARDEN
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall AND is a Tag Team Wars Matchup! Introducing first!! Rick Dickulous...Matt Klazzic!! THE TURN-IT-UP EEEEEXXPRRREEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!”
Klazzic and Dickulous hit the ring and throw their arms up. Both men stand on the second turnbuckles before getting back to their corner as Matt shakes hands with first the ref and then the ring announcer.
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
“Their opponents! The team of...Vincent Stone...and Erin Mercer! KICKS...AND...STONES!!!”
Stone and Mercer remove 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.
~DING DING DING~
Vincent and Matt started the match off as the second semi-final match of the NFW Tag Team Wars started off. These two showed a bit of respect with a fist bump before the action started. Matt and Vincent started off evenly, both finding ways to counter moves. Matt eventually though found a way to get the upper hand. Matt started to cut off the ring and he and Rick started to work over Vincent. Rick would keep Vincent grounded. The two would exchange frequent tags, hitting various double team moves. Matt would grab Vincent, hitting a German Suplex and bridging up for a nearfall. Erin would urge her partner on, wantinging to get in on the action. Matt and Rick though, would continue to focus on Vincent. Rick came back into the match, the two men would pick him up and deliver a double vertical suplex. Rick would once again a nearfall. Rick would pick Vincent up and hit Timber. The match might have been over in that instance if Erin hadn’t come in and broke up the cover.
Rick would go for a clothesline, but Vincent ducked under it and came off the ropes, hitting a basement dropkick that took the legs out of Rick before hitting a shining wizard. Both men were down and Matt and Erin both urged their partners to make a tag. Vincent was first to dive and make the tag, followed shortly after by Rick. Erin and Matt both came into the ring and Erin came in like a house on fire. She used her speed to keep Matt off guard. She would deliver arm drags, and a dropkick. She would charge over and knock Rick off the apron before hitting a spinning forearm smash that dropped Matt. She would tag Vincent back in with her help, Vincent would deliver FATALITY and cover Matt for the win.
Rick would go for a clothesline, but Vincent ducked under it and came off the ropes, hitting a basement dropkick that took the legs out of Rick before hitting a shining wizard. Both men were down and Matt and Erin both urged their partners to make a tag. Vincent was first to dive and make the tag, followed shortly after by Rick. Erin and Matt both came into the ring and Erin came in like a house on fire. She used her speed to keep Matt off guard. She would deliver arm drags, and a dropkick. She would charge over and knock Rick off the apron before hitting a spinning forearm smash that dropped Matt. She would tag Vincent back in with her help, Vincent would deliver FATALITY and cover Matt for the win.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
"Here are your winners!!! Erin Mercer...and...Vincent Stone...KICKS...AND...STOOOOOONES!"
HANSON
"And we've now got our Tag Team Wars finals match set for Plymouth Rock Madness! Kicks & Stones will take on The Frightners to see who will challenge for the World Tag Team Championships at WrestleWar XVI!"
AUGUSTINO
"Can't wait for that shit, Nick!"
Winner: Kicks and Stones
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:25
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:25
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Backstage we see Amy Connors standing in the interview area. The NFW logo is behind her as she brings the microphone up to her mouth.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome the NFW World Tag Team Champions and Kingdom members, Bloody Fairytale.”
The two women, Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson walk out into view of the camera. The two women hold the newly minted NFW World Tag Team Titles on their shoulders as the crowd cheers for the two of them. Christina smiles, putting an arm around Amy and just stands there with Lilith behind her.
“Last week, you two and Lluvia Cane faced off against the Super Bitch Squad and well, if I would say so, lost due to a little bit of cheating.”
“A little cheating?! I’d say some pepper spray to the face is a lot of cheating. Have you ever felt that shit, Ames?”
Christina looks at Amy who just shakes her head and looks back at the redhead.
“No...I can’t say that I have, but I can imagine it hurts quite a lot.”
“You’re damn right it does. But do you know what it tells Lil and me though?”
“What’s that Miss Olson?”
“That they know they can’t beat us in a straight up fight. They need to fucking cheat just to get the upperhand on the best fucking tag team in the New Frontier!”
The two women pat their titles and hold them up a little bit as the crowd once again cheers for the two of them.
“That’s alright though, Ames. Lil and I know that there is no team on this entire roster that can beat us straight up. Kicks and Stones gave us a hell of a fight a couple of weeks ago and you know what? After everything Erin and I have been through, I kinda dig that chick. She’s a fighter and she’s one that refuses to back down. I was starting to respect her after our match in the tournament, but after that unification match, I have nothing but respect for the woman.”
Christina smiled, giving a wink to the camera as she looks back at Amy.
“But the Basic Bitch Squad, I have no respect for those three little pieces of shit. I get it, we have what they want, but now, they have our full attention. Two weeks in a row we were hit with that pepper spray. But now, they get a title shot from last week after they beat us. And Lilith and I welcome the fight. We can’t wait for it and to put these little Jap bitches back at the end of the line. Hell, maybe we’ll send them back to Japan to go home again like we did last time we faced them.”
With that, Christina and Lilith walk away, leaving Amy standing there as the camera fades out.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome the NFW World Tag Team Champions and Kingdom members, Bloody Fairytale.”
The two women, Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson walk out into view of the camera. The two women hold the newly minted NFW World Tag Team Titles on their shoulders as the crowd cheers for the two of them. Christina smiles, putting an arm around Amy and just stands there with Lilith behind her.
“Last week, you two and Lluvia Cane faced off against the Super Bitch Squad and well, if I would say so, lost due to a little bit of cheating.”
“A little cheating?! I’d say some pepper spray to the face is a lot of cheating. Have you ever felt that shit, Ames?”
Christina looks at Amy who just shakes her head and looks back at the redhead.
“No...I can’t say that I have, but I can imagine it hurts quite a lot.”
“You’re damn right it does. But do you know what it tells Lil and me though?”
“What’s that Miss Olson?”
“That they know they can’t beat us in a straight up fight. They need to fucking cheat just to get the upperhand on the best fucking tag team in the New Frontier!”
The two women pat their titles and hold them up a little bit as the crowd once again cheers for the two of them.
“That’s alright though, Ames. Lil and I know that there is no team on this entire roster that can beat us straight up. Kicks and Stones gave us a hell of a fight a couple of weeks ago and you know what? After everything Erin and I have been through, I kinda dig that chick. She’s a fighter and she’s one that refuses to back down. I was starting to respect her after our match in the tournament, but after that unification match, I have nothing but respect for the woman.”
Christina smiled, giving a wink to the camera as she looks back at Amy.
“But the Basic Bitch Squad, I have no respect for those three little pieces of shit. I get it, we have what they want, but now, they have our full attention. Two weeks in a row we were hit with that pepper spray. But now, they get a title shot from last week after they beat us. And Lilith and I welcome the fight. We can’t wait for it and to put these little Jap bitches back at the end of the line. Hell, maybe we’ll send them back to Japan to go home again like we did last time we faced them.”
With that, Christina and Lilith walk away, leaving Amy standing there as the camera fades out.
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[Match #7. Singles Match - Lash Donohue © v. Darius Crowley]
The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.
1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.
ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Television Championship! Making his way to the ring, at this time is the challenger... Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"
As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the stage with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.
With the arena plunging into darkness for a couple of seconds, "Shine" by Ugly Kid Joe hits the P.A and a sudden burst of stage pyro puts a stop to that! A very enthusiastic Lash Donohue springs from the curtains to a loud and warm reception. In addition to his ring gear, he is adorned in a neon green furry pimp style hat and overcoat. The NFW Television Title is displayed around his waist.
ARDEN
“His opponent! From Calabasas, California! Weighing in at two hundred and five pounds! He is the NFW Television Champion! DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUUUUUUUE!!!!!!”
Lash smacks the hands of the fans who reach out as he walks rapidly toward the ring and then leaps up onto the apron. Lash strikes his trademark pose as several flash bulbs go off before he throws his hat to the crowd and then leaps over the top. Lash allows the referee to take his coat with a cocky grin, and then starts to run the ropes in preparation for his match.
~DING DING DING~
Lash Donohue came out of the corner, fired up and ready to go. Darius Crowley moved methodically as he reached up to grab the top ropes and pulled himself to his feet. Lash and Darius circled the ring, locking up collar and elbow until Darius administered his signature tieup tactic of crossing an arm over between them which pressed the forearm right against Lash’s face, granting Darius more control of where to move his opponent. With this, the Son of the Damned controlled most of the match in the beginning, laying into Lash Donohue with stiff kicks and forearms that quickly had the champion rocked on his feet but Lash countered quickly with a double leg takedown and went for a ground mount and pound attack. Darius covered up with his forearms, saving himself from too much damage and managed to power his hips up, thus lifting Donohue before dropping his hips down and shoved his hands underneath Lash’s legs to get him off. Darius kipped up, turned and drilled Lash with a stiff soccer kick right to the sternum as the man tried to get up. It resulted in a near pinfall but Darius and Lash kept up the exchange of offense. Lash looked like he was getting the upper hand as he started really drilling into his opponent but as he came running off the ropes again, Darius demonstrated his resiliency by pulling a Pop-Up Double Foot Stomp, halting Lash and flattening him beneath his feet right in the center of the ring.
Lash continued to show his own resilience to the point where he actually started asking Darius to keep hitting him. This resulted in Darius initiating a trade off of forearm strikes to the jaw that Lash answered back with a knife edged chop. While Darius was certainly no masochist in a sense, the chops did seem to fuel him on as his normally stoic expression grew into a terrifying look of boiling rage. As if it was his way of fighting through the pain. One strike from his forearm sent spit flying Lash’s mouth and Darius began to hammer him back into the corner until the referee broke them apart. As Darius stepped back, he made enough room between him and Lash and, for reasons that those who had followed their social media banter would know, hit a standing backflip right in the ring that saw him land on his feet and drop down into a cross legged sitting position. Darius stared up at Lash stoically and motioned him forward with both hands. ‘Bring it.’ More amused at the man’s answer to his jab earlier in the week, Lash actually looked to be laughing in amusement as he motioned to Darius and looked at the crowd. He rushed Darius then, going for a soccer kick. Darius laid back and Lash’s leg swung over him. The tattooed wrestler kipped up to his feet and turned, catching Lash with the Bicycle Knee Strike. The crowd erupted as Lash wavered on his feet and Darius grabbed him in a setup for Straight Into Mordor but Lash was there enough to have it scouted and slipped free, sliding out of the ring. Darius came to follow up with a suicide plancha but Lash moved out of the way, causing the man to essentially eat the floor beneath him with a sickening thud.
Lash was back in control now, mostly, and the two continued what was becoming a heated contest between the two. So heated that Lash went so far as to deliver Kickin’ Back on the outside of the ring but the finish ended up taking some out of him as well on the thinly padded floor. When Darius started coming to, he was crawling up the ramp trying to find something to pull himself up. Lash got to his feet, hearing the referee in the middle of his count towards twenty. He wasn’t about to have it end like this, oh no! So the defending champion got up and staggered towards Darius, reaching down to pull the man up to his feet to try and guide him back to the ring. As soon as Darius was on his feet, he exploded upward and rocked Lash with a European Uppercut. As Lash stumbled back, Darius stepped in to grab him and pulled him into the setup again.
HANSON
“No way, what’s Darius doing?!”
AUGUSTINO
“He isn’t gonna-- is he seriously about to---?”
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“DIOS MIO!!!!”
Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino exclaimed then, as Darius did in fact deliver Straight Into Mordor, driving Lash’s head right into the metal ramp. This left Lash Donohue a motionless mess, lying face down and Darius Crowley a panting heap on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. Meanwhile, the referee continued his count and the crowd began counting with him.
17!
…
18!
…
19!
…
20!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Ladies and gentlemen, this match, by decision of the referee is ruled as a double countout! Therefore! STILL NFW Television Champion! DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUUUUUE!!!”
HANSON
“Well Lash Donohue keeps the title but I don’t know exactly if we can say who won the battle!”
AUGUSTINO
“That was brutal, Nicky!”
As Lash Donohue began to stir with referees and ring doctors surrounding him and his opponent, Darius Crowley pushed himself to his feet. The man actually stood and stared down at Lash Donohue, seemingly until it appeared he wasn’t seriously injured before brushing off the ring doctors and making his way towards the back again. Once again, his expression simply stoic. As Lash Donohue got to his feet, he was handed the title, finding his smile again and lifted his arms over his head before comically reaching back to hold his head again with a visible and audible ‘okay ouch….’
Winner: ----
Result: Double Countout
Time: 13:58
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*Autograph's "Turn Up The Radio begins playing through the stadium speakers, a wall of white smoke erupting from the front of the stage rises upwards as strobe lights flicker through the haze. The crowd pops in anticipation as Matt Klazzic steps through the smoke to a rising cheer. From behind Klazzic, Rick Dickulous emerges through the wall of fog, tossing his trademark smile and thumbs up at the audience, which responds with a roar. Rick and Matt make their way down to the ring, Matt high fiving fans, taking selfies with a few kids in Klazzic masks; Rick, however, seems all business, focused on the ring while still attempting to gladhand with the crowd. As they reach the ring, they nod at one another before climbing inside, Rick calling for a microphone, Matt motioning for the crowd to quiet down. As they do, Rick begins to speak*
"I know you've all been wondering what's going on with Rick. I've seen the signs in the crowd.."
*Rick points to a sign reading "WHERE'S RICK?"*
"...see? Like that one. Where's Rick? Come on, guys, did you really think I was gone? Did you think I pulled a Shelley Silver?"
*The crowd reacts with a mixture of laughs and "OHHHHHHH!!" Rick paces around the ring a bit, still talking as he walks*
"Look, all jokes aside, what was really going on with Rick? Well, it's pretty easy...I was on holidays. Like, actual, legit, holidays. Seriously, Mr. Brody put in my contract that I have two weeks off every year, and I know this might sound "convenient," but it was just the way it worked out."
"I was back in Toronto, spending Thanksgiving with my friends and family. Canadian Thanksgiving...I keep forgetting that sometimes you guys forget we celebrate it on a different weekend - which is kind of evident based on the fact that, well, we worked during ours, but we're off for yours."
*The crowd seems confused, not quite sure what was going on. Was Rick turning on them? A few boos begin to ring throughout the crowd, although the cheering does continue*
"Look, stay with me here...I know what this sounds like, and I can absolutely guarantee you it's not what you think."
*Rick stops pacing and leans on the ropes facing the entrance ramp*
"See, while I was on holidays, someone - who could easily have looked at the holiday list that Jessie's always got going around in the back - someone decided to toss out a challenge. Since then, that same someone has been continually going on and on about how I'm some sort of idiot...some big pussy...a giant fucking oaf…I might be misquoting, but who cares?"
*Rick smiles up the ramp*
"The best one was that she said she was gonna give me a week to reply, or she was gonna chop me down...well...you want a reply, Eavan? Bring your ass on out here and get it - I know you're here."
*Disturbed's "Warrior" begins as Eavan Maloney walks out, slowly clapping her hands, smirking at Rick in the ring. She slides under the bottom rope and gets right in his fa… well chest before taking the microphone from him.*
"Sup, hoser? Glad t'see ya found the arena alright. Vacation, that's your excuse? And ya really gonna use that mealy-mouth intern to cover ya arse like Charmin? Listen, I ain't got a lot of time, I got someone t'fight shortly. You heard my challenge. What say ya?"
*Eavan steps back, waving her hand in front of her face, a disgusted look on her face.*
"By the way, ya still sweatin' gravy."
*Rick motions for another microphone, Matt Klazzic retrieves it and hands it to Rick*
"Thanks, buddy...you hearing this? I'm sweating gravy? I mean, I know mom's gravy's thick, but it's not stand a fork in it thick…"
*Matt shrugs at Rick, saying something inaudible. He and Rick shrug and nod at each other before Rick turns back to Eavan*
"Look, you're right about one thing, Eavan. You definitely were right when you said I offered you this match. I'm not hiding from you - I never have, and I have no reason to now."
*Rick begins counting on his fingers as he talks, accentuating his point*
"Number one, you accepted. That's awesome. I knew you would...see, I'm not as dumb as you think I am."
"But you forget about number two. See, number two is that IF I accept, since it's a match for the Silver Mountain Championship…"
*He awkwardly points to his waist to a laugh from the crowd*
"...I need to come up with a stipulation for the match...because, well...that's the benefit of BEING the Silver Mountain Champion. Since I still paid attention to what was going on, as soon as you made your challenge - which, by the way, you didn't mask your big decision very well - I started coming up with ideas."
*Remembering Rick's last stint as Silver Mountain Champion, and some of the creative matches Rick came up with, the crowd began stirring with anticipation. Meanwhile, Eavan is yawning and looking at her watch. She is about to say something but instead she makes a hand gesture telling him to hurry up.*
"Then, well, then I had an amazing idea on Thanksgiving when my little cousins were all playing before dinner. They played hide and go seek...but that's not fun for wrestling, really."
"Then they played Red Rover. Everyone remembers that game...you got to clothesline the shit out of the kids you hated."
*Rick looks Eavan up and down*
"Well...you might've been safe from that, I don't know…"
"Makes sense the BIGGEST joke in New Frontier had to go with the short jokes. I'm not sure if the air is thinner up there but I did tell ya t'hurry up. A Warrior's time is precious."
*Rick laughs as Eavan says "Warrior," continuing for a minute or two afterwards before wiping a fake tear from his eye as if he was ACTUALLY laughing hard*
"Eav...look, you seem to think that everyone here thinks you're nothing. Or maybe you think they think you're not pulling your weight. But please, please, just relax and hear me out."
"I offered you this match because you went to Mr. Brody and you asked to get put in that crazy eight person ladder match...and despite a lot of people thinking you'd get destroyed, you actually did better than most of the rest of them."
*Rick's voice sounds serious now, no longer mocking*
"If you're in...you need to know what you're in for..and I think these people would too."
*The crowd erupts as Rick looks at Eavan. Matt Klazzic hypes the crowd more, raising his arms up and down*
"I issued the challenge, oaf, pretty sure I'm in."
"Good...so, then, where was I? Oh, right. My cousins. So, Red Rover requires more than two people...so that one was out."
"But then, RIGHT before we had that turkey on the table, them kids...they played the best game ever. Red light, green light. And it struck a chord in my brain."
"See, initially I was gonna call this a Kaleidoscope of Horror match...but, well, that's too advanced for me, right? I'm an idiot…"
*The crowd reacts again with a mixture of laughs and "OHHHHH!"*
"So, to keep with the theme of me being an idiot...we're just gonna call this one a Red Light, Green Light Match."
"It's a pretty easy concept - but it's not what you might think...this here? This is the most violent game of red light, green light you've ever seen. No DQ, falls count anywhere...but with one lovely little extra…"
*Eavan stops him by placing her hand on his microphone*
"Listen, Rick, you've said a lot of things already, but you have to understand something. I'm not looking to date anyone so if you're trying to butter me up with this 'most violent' match, just get to it. I still won't date you, but I'm REALLY itching for another violent fight. So let's wrap it up. Accept the match, throw every violent element into it, and let's get it on."
*Rick smiles and nods, giving Eavan a thumbs up*
"Oh, once I'm done, we'll deal with my answer...just relax."
"So, the lovely little extra is this: in random locations throughout the arena floor - yes, the entire...arena...floor…"
*The crowd goes wild, realizing that they are on the arena floor…*
"Will be spotlights of random colours...those spotlights will randomly switch locations and colours. Pinfalls can only occur inside a red or a green light on the floor."
"But...because I want to prove to you, Eavan, that I'm not an idiot...and that I've thought this through every which way from Tuesday, there's one more layer...like an onion. Just to complicate things even further...just to add to the drama...we will each be assigned a colour. We need to pin our opponent in the opposite colour to our own."
*Rick taps his temple*
"When you start getting tired, it's hard to think, Eavan. If you'd done your research on me, you'd have seen that I played a lot of rugby growing up. Rugby is a thinking man's game, Eavan...and one thing I'm used to is clear thought, even when I'm tired. Even when I've been dropped on my head...well...most of the time when I'm dropped on my head."
"Regardless...between now and then, my advice to you is to ruck til you scrum…"
*Rick shrugs*
"Well I wasn't much of a rugby player in school. I was busy taking bumps in my brothers' ring in our backyard. All I know is rasslin'. My advice to YOU. Look up the HorrorCore match I fought against Sam Tolson. Look up the barbed wire crowbar match against Catherine Neville. I can ruck with the best of them."
*Eavan slaps the title on Rick's waist*
"Shine that belt up, it's coming home with me."
*Eavan drops her mic and walks off.*
"You might want to go back and watch the Tartarus Prison Match I just fought. Remember, the last match DOOMSDAY fought in?"
*The crowd begins cheering, Rick talks louder, practically yelling over the crowd*
"Come November 19th, you'll understand why I'm the KING OF THIS MOUNTAIN!!"
*The crowd erupts in a frenzy as Rick stands in the ring, arms outstretched, watching Eavan walk up the ramp and through the curtain, Matt Klazzic again hyping the crowd, patting Rick on the back in support.
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[Main Event! Singles Match - Bronwyn Good v. Sativa Nevaeh]
The arena lights go out and “Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-all)” by Type-O Negative starts playing. A white spotlight outlines “Salem’s Forgotten Daughter” Bronwyn Good. She is standing with her back facing the ring and her entrance attire hood up. She holds that pose as the lyrics start.
“She's in love with herself
She likes the dark
On her milk white neck
The Devil's mark
It's all Hallows Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat
I bet she will”
She turns on the spot and starts towards the ring, the spotlight following her the entire way. She climbs the steps and then onto the nearest turnbuckle. Once atop it she squats down and looks out over the crowd. She sticks out her split, serpent modded, tongue.
“She's got date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft”
She jumps down as the lights slowly rise. She takes off her hood and vest and hands them off as she waits for the match to start.
The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.
“That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho”
The intro to "Voodoo" by Nyxx fills the arena as green lasers shoot up and wave around the entrance area and blue strobe lights light up the arena. Shapes start to take form in the static on the screen. The silhouette of a petite woman, a cross, a pot leaf, and a skull. They fade in and out, making you wonder if you actually saw them.
“They call me killer, call me some kind of freak
But they keep calling me, they're calling on me
Oh yeah
I've got them praying, sweating and shaking
Now I've got my eye set on you”
Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. Despite wearing a mask, you can tell she is smirking as she displays the NFW Women’s World Championship around her waist. The crowd rains down hate on her. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Los Angeles, California! She is the NFW Women’s World Champion! Darth Ganja...SATIVA...NEVAEH!!!!!!”
“They call me conjurer, they say I'm divine
But shade is poison, my past lovers in mind
Hell yeah, I curse them all
Fathers and brothers, for the hell that they all put me through
I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
I've got you under my spell
And I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
What will you say about me?”
She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope head first. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles, unclasping her title from around her waist and raises it over her head. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She then heads to her corner and waits for the match to start.
~DING DING DING~
Bronwyn and Sativa came out and the two put on a match that was worthy of being in the main event. The two women took each shot the other could give early on in the match. Sativa was able to show everyone why she was the Women’s Champion early on. She would block a few forearms by Bronwyn and then would start using her speed to pick up the pace of the match. Sativa was able to connect on a lot of high risk moves. She moved swiftly around the ring and at one point, Bronwyn was in the ropes. Sativa took the woman over with a clothesline and it was followed up by a Tope Suicida. The two women would start to brawl on the outside, taking up every last part of the referee’s count. During the brawl, Bronwyn was able to get the upper hand. She was able to deliver a shotgun dropkick that sent Sativa back first into the steps.
Bronwyn was able to keep up the advantage herself as she rolled Sativa into the ring once more. She would climb up the top rope, hitting a moonsault and getting herself a nearfall. She continued to use her speed to keep the advantage in the match. Bronwyn would eventually hit the Cauldron Stirrer and get herself another nearfall. Bronwyn would once again climb to the top rope afterwards. She went for a 450 splash, but Sativa was able to get the knees up and drive them into the midsection of her opponent.
Sativa slowly made her way back up to her feet. She picked Bronwyn up, delivering a bridging Northern Lights suplex that got a nearfall for the champion. Sativa continued to put on the pressure, the crowd screaming out as Sativa delivered Order 66. Sativa went for another cover, but only got a two count. Sativa grabbed Bronwyn, picking her up and looking to lock in Nighty Night, but as Sativa grabbed Bronwyn, the woman turned her head and blew some sort of powder substance from her hand right into the face of the Women’s Champion and the ref had no choice but to call for the bell.
Bronwyn was able to keep up the advantage herself as she rolled Sativa into the ring once more. She would climb up the top rope, hitting a moonsault and getting herself a nearfall. She continued to use her speed to keep the advantage in the match. Bronwyn would eventually hit the Cauldron Stirrer and get herself another nearfall. Bronwyn would once again climb to the top rope afterwards. She went for a 450 splash, but Sativa was able to get the knees up and drive them into the midsection of her opponent.
Sativa slowly made her way back up to her feet. She picked Bronwyn up, delivering a bridging Northern Lights suplex that got a nearfall for the champion. Sativa continued to put on the pressure, the crowd screaming out as Sativa delivered Order 66. Sativa went for another cover, but only got a two count. Sativa grabbed Bronwyn, picking her up and looking to lock in Nighty Night, but as Sativa grabbed Bronwyn, the woman turned her head and blew some sort of powder substance from her hand right into the face of the Women’s Champion and the ref had no choice but to call for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
"OH!!! MAGIC POWDER TO THE FACE OF THE CHAMPION!! THIS ONE'S GONNA END IN A DQ!!"
AUGUSTINO
"That was dirty, Nick!! What the fuck?!"
As Sativa Nevaeh wiped at her eyes and started getting up, Bronwyn Good ran in to deliver the Cauldron Stirrer, knocking the Women's Champion right to the mat. The audience booed as the dark witch got up and cornered the green haired woman, beginning to lay the boots to her.
HANSON
"What the hell is Bronwyn Good doing?! The match is over! She can't be mad at anybody but herself! She caused it!"
AUGUSTINO
"I don't know Nicky. I just--ohhhhhhhhh shit!!!"
As Miranda Augustino exclaimed in surprise, the crowd actually erupted into a pop as Jasmine Matthews came running down to the ring like a bat out of hell. Not even in her ring gear but ready for a fight. The Fanged Rose slid in under the bottom rope and was up on her feet, charging Bronwyn Good with a double axe handle to the chest that knocked her down. Jasmine immediately spun around and positioned herself to hit the Ice Cold but as she started moving in for the kill, Bronwyn Good dropped down and scrambled out of the ring. Jasmine Matthews gave chase but only as far as the ropes where she grabbed the top one and leaned over, screaming at her girlfriend's opponent.
"Yeah, run you little fucking bitch! RUN!!!"
The last word came out in an almost guttural shriek due to the anger pulsing through Jasmine Matthews as she glared daggers at Bronwyn Good. Backing up the ramp, Bronwyn blew a mocking kiss to the Queen of the Kingdom before sticking her surgically forked tongue out with a taunting hiss. The crowd let out an 'Ooooooooohhhh!!!' as the camera cut back to Jasmine Matthews with a wide eyed 'really bitch?' look on her face. Jasmine mouthed something the camera didn't pick up as she actually smiled at the witch. Almost in a 'that's how you wanna do this?' manner.
ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen...your winner...as a result of a disqualification...SATIVA...NEVAEH!!!"
HANSON
"Well that's gonna be our show for tonight! For Miranda Augustino, I'm Nick Hanson! So long everyone!"
"Voodoo" resumed over the speakers as Jasmine pushed her hair out of her face and went right over to Sativa's side, cupping her face and letting the blinded woman hear her voice to let her know it was her. Once Sativa seemed convinced, the two shared a hug as the shot cut back over to the stage where Bronwyn Good poised like a watchful predator, grinning from ear to ear as the credits rolled.
Winner: Sativa Nevaeh
Result: DQ
Time: 16:15
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Match Winners
Match #1. Vanita Thompson
Match #2. Edgar Malkovich
Match #3. Eavan Maloney
Match #4. Angel Kusanagi
Match #5. Anton Crowley
Match #6. Kicks & Stones
Match #7. Double Countout/Lash Donohue Retains
Main Event: Sativa Nevaeh
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Match Writers
Match #1. LashyD
Match #2. NFWStaff
Match #3. LashyD
Match #4. NFWStaff
Match #5. Bloody Fairytale
Match #6. Bloody Fairytale
Match #7. NFWStaff
Main Event: Bloody Fairytale
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Match Commentary Written By
NFWStaff
