Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 28, 2019 20:00:49 GMT -8
As the pyro goes off inside the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts, 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!
CROWES GONNA KILL HAVOK!
UNLEASH THE CHAOS! UNLEASH HAVOK!
THE QUEEN OF ANARCHY WILL BLACK OUT THE STARLIGHT!
DIAMOND VS ULTRAVIOLENT GOD!
~sign flip~
THERE WILL BE BLOOD!
WHERE IS TYSON LAW?!
GOODNIGHT NICO!
ALL HAIL THE GOD OF WRESTLING!
AURORA WILL BOW TO THE QUEEN!
ANGEL KASH PAYS MY RENT!
CALI-KATE IS WAIFU!
SUPERIOR ANGEL IS SUPERIOR!
The camera finally settles on the announce table where Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino sit in their usual attire they are seen in. Nick is professionally formal. Miranda looks like she’s going to an 80s metal throwback party.
HANSON
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen!”
AUGUSTINO
“Whattup bitches!”
Nick Hanson rolls his eyes before continuing.
HANSON
“Welcome to episode fifty four of NFW’s Tuesday night broadcast, Collision!”
AUGUSTINO
“It’s where wrestlers come to bang heads! You know...like a collision.”
HANSON
“Well yes, that’s exactly it, Mir.”
AUGUSTINO
“I know, that’s why I said it.”
Nick Hanson looks lost for a second before continuing.
HANSON
“So here we are, folks. Boston, Massachusetts. The road to WrestleWar is underway but we’ve got some stops on the way. The biggest one, of course, is Plymouth Rock Madness. That’ll bring us right back here to Massachusetts.”
AUGUSTINO
“But now Boston, thank god.”
HANSON
“What’s wrong with Boston?”
AUGUSTINO
“EY YA FAHKIN JACKASS! I’M TOMMY FROM FAHKIN QUINZEE!! GET YA FAHKIN CAH OUTTA MAH DRIVWAY AND PAHK IT IN THA YAHD!”
As quickly as Miranda exploded into that rant, she just goes quiet and stares back at Nick Hanson who’s looking at her like she grew a second head.
AUGUSTINO
“That’s what’s wrong with Boston. That and the fucking Patriots. Go Broncos! Right Nick?!”
HANSON
“I’m a Bills fan.”
Miranda goes silent and just pats the man on the back with a somber look on her face. Nick looks unsure as to why but he moves on with the run down of the card.
HANSON
“So we’ve got two other Beat the Clock matches on the card for tonight. Remember this is for the entry point into the Blood of Heroes Coliseum match at Plymouth Rock Madness to determine the number one contender for the World Undisputed Championship at WrestleWar. The faster you win your match as one of the six competitors, the later you enter into the match. If you lose, you’re at risk of entering first. Tonight, we have competitors Havok and Nico Salvatore going against the clock in matches with Jaxton Crowe and Jason Goodnight.”
AUGUSTINO
“Two dudes that I’m sure probably got ring rust like a motherfucker. This oughta be good.”
HANSON
“We’re also gonna see Adrianna Salvatore taking on Starlight. Salvatore is the number one contender to take on Sativa Nevaeh for the Women’s World Championship but tonight, she faces quite the unpredictable opponent.”
AUGUSTINO
“Unpredictable and mysterious as all hell, Nicky!”
HANSON
“But is the mysterious Starlight ready for the unstoppable force that is the Queen of Anarchy? We’ll find out”
AUGUSTINO
“We’re gonna see another Queen in action, too! Jasmine Matthews taking on Aurora Luna. Dude, there’s some kinda history between Luna and Vanita Thompson. Boss lady probably should have made this a triple threat match.”
HANSON
“Well, I think we’re definitely gonna see more as this unfolds. I have a feeling. We’ll also see Lash Donohue defending the Television Championship against Eric Lee.”
AUGUSTINO
“Maaaaan that shit’s gonna be crazy, Nick! Two guys who have a sadistic love for violence being put in the ring together at once? This is gonna be wicked! And speaking of triple threats AND violence, we got one fuck of a main event coming!”
HANSON
“The Women’s TV Championship will be on the line as Angel Kusanagi defends against Angel Kash and Cali-Kate in a No Disqualification, Three Way Street Fight! This match is anything goes. Falls count anywhere. NO ref stoppage!”
AUGUSTINO
“And these ladies aren’t on friendly terms exactly, either! That and also...how’s Angel Kusanagi doing, overall? Did you see that match she had Sunday? I’ll be surprised if she’s even here tonight.”
HANSON
“I’m...not exactly a fan of that type of wrestling, but I heard about it. I hope she’s okay most of all. I know she’d hate to have to vacate the first title she won but from what I’ve heard, maybe her living to fight another day might not be a bad idea so to speak….”
AUGUSTINO
“Guess we’re gonna find out tonight. Let’s get this show on the road, Nick!”
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Match #1. Beat The Clock
HAVOK v. Jaxton Crowe
“I Hope You Suffer” by AFI echoes through the arena, as white lights swirl around the arena the anticipation begins to grow. As the chorus begins to bellow from the speakers the curtain opens, and Jaxton Crowe makes his way out onto the stage. He looks out over the crowd and spans their drunken faces.
He begins to walk down the ramp looking at all of the fans in the front row with signs and row upon row of beer. Jaxton rips a bottle out of a fans hand and downs the glass throwing it to the side as he begins to scale the steel steps. He kicks his foot up and swings into the ring. Making his way over to the corner and rising to the second rope. The crowd’s boos filling the arena as he hops down onto the canvas and laughs.
The lights dimmed down as the building intro to As I Lay Dying’s “Redefined” came through the speakers.
I refuse to let go of the memories!
As the full guitar riff and drums kick in, the lights around the ramp and stage take on a white, flashing effect as the familiar video reel for Havok plays. Intercut with flashes of the Renegade logo, the masked man is seen in obscured shots, lifting weights, smashing cinder blocks with his fists, and clawing at his head as he rocks back and forth in the corner of an old, abandoned, dirty asylum cell.
'Cause they've changed everything inside of me!
If I could go back now to save myself at loss
Substanceless character brought back would be the cost
The curtain on the stage parts and the fans erupt into a shower of boos as James Reynolds comes casually walking out onto the stage. Dressed in his usual black attire of jeans, Italian boots, a t-shirt and his leather jacket. Even in the arena, the man wears sunglasses. The main focus, however, is on the massive figure behind him as the 6’3”, 285lb Havok comes walking right on his heels. Chain dangling around his neck and clenched by the ends in both hands. Havok comes to stand beside James Reynolds as both look down towards the ring. Jim Reynolds’ nonchalant frown curls into a tiny smirk.
Agony today
Is tomorrow's strength
So don't run away
'Cause misery is…
Havok rolls his shoulders and flexes his hands around his chain as he stands there, watching the ring. He briefly turns towards James Reynolds as the man points down towards the ring, mouthing instructions under the music. Finally, Reynolds slaps Havok in the chest and the masked monster begins storming down the ramp with his manager hot on his heels.
Evolving into something that we can't see
Evolving and becoming, transforming
So don't run away
The pain can never be erased
Remain and turn it into strength
Turn it into strength
Havok reaches the steps and burst up onto the apron before coming to the ropes, slingshotting himself over the top and landing on the balls of his feet, bouncing a few times as he stares directly across the ring. Jim Reynolds joins him up on the apron and gives him a few last words before taking his chain and handing it off to the time keeper. Reynolds grabs Havok by the head, staring him in the eyes as he says something and gives the man an encouraging slap on the shoulder. Havok nods and turns his murderous gaze back towards his opponent
~DING DING DING~
The bell sounds and Havok wastes absolutely zero time in taking Crowe to the mat with a running Thesz Press, throwing rapid-fire punches. Crowe manages to turn the tables and throws rapid-fire punches of his own. Havok manages to power free and the crowd show their appreciation as both men stand and strike a pose. Crowe beckons Havok to come get some. Havok flexes his arms down and roars in Crowe’s face and Jaxton SLAPS the taste out of his mouth.
CROWD
“OHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
HANSON
“Ohhhhhh-ho-hoooooo maaaaaan!!!! You’re gonna slap a monster? You better be ready!”
AUGUSTINO
“Like slapping a fucking bull! It ain’t gonna be pretty!”
“Don’t take that fucking shit!!!” James Reynolds yells to Havok from ringside.
Havok once again charges Crowe for a running clothesline, yet Crowe manages to snare his arm and send him ropeward. On the rebound, Crowe attempts a back drop but the fans "OOOOO" as Havok comes back with a kick to his face which echoes through the arena and staggers Goodnight.
AUGUSTINO
“What’d I tell ya? I don’t like the guy, but what’d I tell ya!”
Havok seizes his opportunity and the fans pop as he roars and makes for a Disasterpiece attempt, but Crowe scouts and breaks free, letting out a roar of his own and throwing a VICIOUS Reaper’s Charge Havok's way but Havok once again gets a huge reaction as he catches his leg, throws him in a circle and SLAMS him with a BACKDROP DRIVER!!! The force caused Jaxton Crowet to rebound up and stagger to his feet. He’s stumbling around as Havok grabs him by the wrist and yanks him right into the Disasterpiece!! COVER!!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! HAVOK!!!!”
HANSON
“Miranda, I clocked that match at about six minutes, 3 seconds!! Havok just put himself in the final entry spot for the Blood of Heroes match, barring a quicker win from the rest of the entrants who haven’t had their match yet!”
AUGUSTINO
“Jesus and Jaxton Crowe ain’t no pushover either, Nicky!!! Dios fucking Mio!!”
As “Redefined” erupts throughout the arena, Jim Reynolds gets into the ring and raises Havok’s arm up, pointing and taunting the crowd. He gives his client a fist bump and a slap on the back before leading him out of the ring. Havok pie faces the camera out of his way as he and Jim storm up the ramp and head backstage.
Winner: Havok
Result: Pinfall
Time: 6:03
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“What’d I tell ya? Huh?” The voice of James Reynolds is heard before he’s even seen as the camera opens on a hallway backstage. Within a couple of seconds, Reynolds rounds the corner with a perspiring Havok right behind him. “I always said Crowe wasn’t shit. He hung out with Ethan Skinner and that jackass was the retarded child of the Dominion of there ever was one.”
Jim’s talking to Havok like a one way conversation as the two walk until they come across Amy Connors seemingly standing in wait.
“Jim!” Amy says brightly with a smile as soon as Reynolds and Havok step out of the hallway into a wider area.
Jim Reynolds nearly jumps out of his damn skin. “GYAAAGH!!! JESUS FUCK!!!!” He calms down when he sees it’s Amy. “Amy? What the hell do you want an autograph?”
“Uhh...no actually….”
Reynolds stops and looks at Amy almost as if he’s offended by that answer.
“I was wanting to see about a couple of questions about Havok’s match he just had and maybe his strategy for going into the Blood of Heroes Coli--”
Jim cuts her off, waving his hands. “Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy Amy. Listen. A couple is supposed to mean two. Two questions. Anytime you ask for a couple it turns into a game of twenty questions, which I don’t have time for. You wanna know about tonight? Three words: I fucking told you so! If they thought Jaxton Crowe was gonna come back and make a statement against this guy---” He thumbs to Havok standing behind him, “--they were sadly fucking mistaken. And as for the Blood of Heroes Coliseum at Plymouth Rock Madness, if any of those other five think they’re doing anything other than getting beaten, broken, pinned and watching Havok go on to capture gold on the biggest stage that NFW has…” He looks at the camera, “...you are sadly...fucking...mistaken! Now.” He turns to Amy again. “Do you mind?”
Amy Connors rolls her eyes and walks off. “Fine fine...and that was four words. Asshole.”
Jim Reynolds looks up. “Hey, I’ve still got Tyler Grey on speed dial! Don’t make me call him just to roast your ass!” He looks to Havok and thumbs in Amy’s direction. “You believe that bitch?” He says, turning back ahead of him but just before he and Havok start to get moving again, the lights go out for just a quick second before a woman, dressed like Jigsaw from the Saw movies is standing right in front of him, staring him up and down. She lets out a quick laugh and just smiles widely at Jim.
“Jim...I’ve been looking for you…” The woman says, looking him and the big Havok up and down.
And Jim Reynolds screams with a hilarious pitch as he jumps back and recoils in startled terror. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU, WOMAN?!” On instinct, Havok steps up beside Jim and even puts himself a little ahead of him. The 6’3” machine made of flesh just stares the woman down hard, doing his secondary duty as Jim’s personal protection. Jim peeks out from behind Havok at the woman. “...Was there a costume party announced that I missed? Because Halloween ain’t for another couple days. And before you ask, no we do NOT wanna play a game! But big guy here’ll happily use his hands like a reverse venus flytrap if I need him to.” Havok just stares the odd looking woman down hard. A low growl comes from the back of his throat.
The woman just lets out a maniacal laugh as she pats Havok on the shoulder and then just stares daggers at Jim. She doesn’t take her eyes off the mouthpiece of the monster as she steps back a step. “Oh, on the contrary, my man and I have been watching for the past month and we need a freak like this one in our ranks. We are willing to do business with you and well, if you want to be difficult, we can do what we did with Tyson last week.”
Jim Reynolds steps up beside Havok, looking at the woman like she has some damn nerve. “Hold up...you’re looking for people...and Tyson Law is one of them?” Reynolds laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. He looks up at Havok. The man looks like he’s still ready to pounce on the woman and rip her apart until Jim motions with his hand for him to cool it. Suddenly all the tension leaves Havok’s posture and he cracks his neck from side to side. Meanwhile Jim looks the Jigsaw woman right in the eyes. “You know awhile ago, I would have called you a freaky bitch and told you to get shafted ten times over by those clowns you rolled out here with last week. However!” He puts a hand up. “...I’d be a hypocrite to do that with my recent affiliations.” He looks around for effect. “Who, as you’ve probably seen aren’t here anymore. So...that being said….” He motions for her to lead the way. “Let’s talk. Introduce me to this man of yours.”
“Oh, I’d absolutely love to. We can always use a freak in our circus. And I’m sure the partnership will be quite profitable for you and hopefully our freak and monster.” She grinned and reached out a hand, almost as if she were inviting Jim and Havok into the darkness as the lights once again went out and when they came on, all three were gone and all you here is that same music from last week playing once again and this time, the laugh of a man echoes. “Welcome to the Dark Circus.”
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Match #2. Singles Contest
Adrianna Salvatore v. Starlight
The lights in the arena flicker out. The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth in from space as Mushroomhead's "Sun Doesn't Rise" begins to play. As it does, the vignette depicts a flaming meteor hurtling towards the planet.
~Some kind of evidence....~
~Some kind of reason....~
~Why I can't find a way....~
~To begin my life....~
The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.
~Somewhere in this dying day....~
~If I can only find a way for my own escape....~
~I find it hard to concentrate with all my past mistakes....~
~TO BEGIN MY LIFE!!~
From a bird's eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth's surface, just as the song picks up, causing a fiery flash on the screen and the vignette switches to grainy, black and white images of Adrianna Salvatore's most brutal match highlights, mixed in with closeups of her rather deranged smile and menacing sneer. In the pitch black arena, lights on the stage come on, flashing and flickering. They illuminate a silhouette standing calmly in a hooded vest. Due to the lights positioning, all we see is the solid black outline, obscuring the lights behind it. As the chorus hits, the lights switch, coming on to light up the stage and ramp in a soft white but still leaving the arena dark. We see the figure in detail now as Adrianna Salvatore lifts her head and stares down at the ring from under her hood. She has that same sneer on her face as in her vignette. She steps forward, approaching the ring with a sense of purpose in her steps.
Adrianna reaches ringside and runs up onto the apron, kneeling upon it on one knee. Now, we see that wicked smile of hers as she licks her teeth. She turns around on the apron, skillfully and slides herself in, backwards under the bottom rope. Standing to her feet, Adrianna moves to a turnbuckle and climbs up. She throws back her hood as she bends forward and does a circular headbang to the music. After a few seconds, she throws her hair back with a wide eyed, wild smile on her face, amping up the fans. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, she removes her vest, folds it and carefully hands it to the timekeeper before preparing for the match.
Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go.
Yeah, Be prepared.
Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh.
...For what?
For the death of the Queen.
Why? Is she sick?
No, fool-- we're going to kill her.
Great idea! Who needs a Queen?
No Queen! No Queen! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!
Idiots! There will be a Queen!
Hey, but you said, uh...
Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. She is holding a microphone looking up at the crowd her red eyes glowing with the sirens.
I will be Queen!
She cackles as she drops the microphone lifting her arms up the sirens cut out. Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. #Queenslayer appears as blue spotlights appear on the ramp. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side. She looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turnbuckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent.
~DING DING DING~
Adrianna and Starlight come out of their corners and square up right in the middle of the ring. Starlight stares down at Adrianna Salvatore. The first woman to make Adrianna have to visibly look up given the clear height difference. Starlight grins wickedly and spreads her arms out.
“I...WILL BE QUEEN!!!”
She repeats from her entrance music, drawing in a deafening din of boos from the audience. Adrianna Salvatore looks around and, without saying a word, looks right back at Starlight and spreads her arms out as well. The crowd responds with a deafening pop.
HANSON
“Bit of a standoff here between one of the self proclaimed Queens in NFW and the one who calls herself the Queenslayer.”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, we’re gonna see if the Queenslayer can slay her a Queen, Nick!”
Just at that moment, Starlight struck, lashing out with a brutal forearm, aimed at Adrianna Salvatore’s head. Just as suddenly as Starlight struck, however, Salvatore ducked underneath it and slipped right behind her, shooting in and taking her legs out from under her, bringing her face down into the mat. From there, Adrianna pounced on her, throwing an arm around her neck and rolled over onto her side, wrapping her legs around Starlight’s waist. She cinched in the arm around her neck and crossed her other arm underneath one of Starlight’s armpits, grabbing onto her own wrist of the arm on her neck. The crowd exploded into sudden excitement as Starlight began to thrash and struggle, trying to get free of the rear naked chokehold known by the one administering it and her fans as…
HANSON
“Cold Embrace!!!! Salvatore’s got the Cold Embrace locked in!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“You see how fucking fast she put that on?!”
HANSON
“And she’s got it locked in tight!!! Starlight’s fading!! She’s fading!!!”
Starlight continued to fade until she gave in and finally opted to tap her hand on Adrianna’s forearm to which Adrianna immediately released her as the bell rang and “Sun Doesn’t Rise came on over the speakers again.
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! ADRIANNA...SALVATORE!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“There’s a reason she held the Women’s World Title for one month short of a year, Nicky! I think Salvatore just sent the champion a message for November!”
HANSON
“Remember, remember! The champ’s got this woman in the ring on the 19th of November!”
Adrianna Salvatore rolled out of the ring, not even bothering to let the referee raise her arm. Instead, she turned and backed up the ramp with a cold stare and her arms out to the side; taking a quick second during the pose to pull her mouth guard out before dropping her arms and promptly walking up the ramp and back through the curtain as Starlight sat up in the ring.
Winner: Adrianna Salvatore
Result: Submission
Time: 0:48
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We go backstage and hear the sound of a guitar strumming. The cameras pan over to Griffin who is sitting on a cart, strumming his trademark guitar as the Undisputed Title is resting by his side. He begins to speak.
"When I arrived here months ago...I knew I'd be facing stiff competition. I knew that I would not have an easy road ahead of me. As the Vlad Blackhart Memorial Tournament commence, it's been one challenge after another as I took on the best NFW had to offer...I even ended up defeating the Undisputed Champion not long after my arrival. That's when people really began to take notice of me. As the weeks went on I was put through the ringer...and I won the Undisputed World Title. A belt that was held by many greats is now in my hands as I'm part of history...but...something still stuck with me."
He begins to strum his guitar again..after a while he continues speaking.
"The only man to ever hand me my first and only loss in NFW is none other than Max LeBrun. Now...normally when someone becomes champion, and someone has defeated them before their win..they'd usually make up some lame ass excuse saying...oh I let him win..or..that was a fluke, it'll never happen again, or any other excuse to save face. That's not my style. There is no excuse from me...Max went in there and he defeated me straight up like a man. He didn't cheat...he didn't cut corners, he beat me. But something told me that this wouldn't be the last time me and him lock up.."
He then picks up the Title.
"But I didn't think it'd be for the most important prize in the game today. He laid out a challenge to me..saying he wants a shot at the gold. I said from the beginning that I would be a fighting champion..and I see this as a chance to prove it. Max LeBrun is a hell of an athlete, he's got the heart and the desire to wear some championship gold...but if its at my expense, I can't allow that to happen. As our showdown in November is fast approaching, I prepare for the ultimate challenge. LeBrun beat me once...but if I have it my way..I will even the score. This will indeed be...my finest performance yet.."
He puts the belt down and strums his guitar as we head back to the ring.
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Match #3. Singles Contest For The NFW Television Championship
Lash Donohue © v. Eric Lee
The arena lights dim and fog fills the entrance area and a spotlight lands on the entrance. The hauntingly eerie intro to “Richard Ramirez” by SKYND fills the arena.
When the evening comes and the temperature cools
You open your window
Oh, Jenny, you fool
Why waste a breath if you won‘t understand
Hell...
I‘ll see you in Disneyland
Eric Lee steps out from the back along with Charlie Grace. He glares out at the crowd as they boo him loudly as they walks to the ring.
Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that's how it is
First the crack and then the wiz
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Television Championship! Introducing the challenger...from Los Angeles, California, being accompanied by Charlie Grace...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds! He is the UltraViolent God...ERIC...LEE!!”
He looks around as if listening to someone or something instructing him. He slides into the ring and crawls to the center. Charlie quickly climbs the steps and enters the ring. She respectfully stands to the side, letting the full attention of the crowd and cameras be on her client.
Take life itself it’s in your hands
I‘ll have my way you know who I am
Wiggle and squirm turn white and stop
Your fear will chase with every drop
Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that's how it is
First the crack and then the wiz
Ssssh, be quiet
Hush he said
The demon is alive
The demon wants you dead
He gets on his knees and looks straight ahead with eerie calm. He then crawls over to his corner and sits there leaning back against the turnbuckles. Charlie then exits the ring and takes up her place on the outside, in Eric’s corner.
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 TV Title around his waist, overlapping the top of his UWL United States Championship.
ARDEN
“His opponent! From Calabasas, California...weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...he is the NFW Television Champion! DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUE!”
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~
The fans are HOT as Eric Lee and Lash Donohue circle for a moment, Eric staring coldly and silently at his opponent and Lash responding by winking suggestively. This seems to get Eric's ire and a loud *SLAP* echoes through the arena as Eric closes in and delivers the backhand to end all backhands! Lash shakes his head, narrows his eyes and an equally loud SLAP reverberates as he responded with one hell of a european uppercut! Eric staggered back in surprise, and Lash wasted no time in running the ropes...only for Eric's manager Charlie to grab his ankle and trip him up to a loud BOO and a mock innocence act from Charlie..
HANSON
“Oh yeah, innocent my foot!”
AUGUSTINO
“Tricky little lady! Ya know what though? I bet she’s a goddamn closet FREAK in the sheets!”
HANSON
“Excuse me?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nada!”
Miranda whistles innocently as the match continues.
The veteran sees his avenue to take the boots to the rookie, storming in and looking to take his head off with a punt, but to everybody's surprise and a huge POP, Eric is bewildered as Lash hunkers down and uses the ropes to cause Eric to miss completely and fly clean over the top, crashing into his manager on the outside!
HANSON
“WATCH OUT!! LEE COMES TUMBLING OVER AND DOWN GOES CHARLIE GRACE!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“HOLY SHIT!!!”
Lash can't pass this up. As Eric gets to all fours trying to shake the cobwebs, the fan volume elevated when Lash hit the ropes and took flight with a running Fosberry flop but Eric telegraphed it and nailed Lash with a devastating jumping roundhouse to the bridge of his nose on the way down!
CROWD
“OHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
HANSON
“PERFECT EXECUTION!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT KICK?!”
AUGUSTINO
“RIGHT...ON...THE...MONEY...HONEY!!!”
With both Charlie and Lash prone on the concrete floor outside and the referee beginning his count, Eric grimaces as he yanks Lash's head back by the hair. As well as revealing that Lash's nose may well be broken, the crowd offers a mixed reaction as Lash cried out in a way that sounded a little bit too much like he's enjoying this. Eric actually looks PISSED as he delivers a hard stomp to the back of Lash's head, his face making a sickening impact with the floor. Eric Lee's face contorts into a sadistic sneer as he grabs hold of the television champion and pretty much hurls him under the bottom rope. Eric uses the ropes to launch back in for a springboard senton, but Lash moves at the last second and Eric's face turns pale for a second as he crashes to the mat instead.
HANSON
“OHH!!! Crash and burn by Eric Lee! This may be what the champ needs!”
Lash managed to drag Eric to his feet, delivering a quick forearm flurry followed by an attempt at a "Calabasas kiss" (leaping headbutt to the jaw) but Eric scouted and delivered one of the most sickening looking high angle spinebusters in recent memory, Lash actually bouncing on impact and also collecting the referee.
AUGUSTINO
“GOD--DAMN!!!!”
HANSON
“A sickening spinebuster!!!! And that causes Lash to accidentally take the referee out!!! Mike Greer just slipped out of the ring and onto the floor!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“The fuck’s Charlie doing?”
Charlie, having now gotten back up, beckons to Eric who quickly runs over. Charlie quickly slipped Eric something as the fans begin to boo loudly. As Lash finally gets up onto all fours, dots of blood cascading from his nose, Eric wastes no time. The fans are ROPABLE as Eric mounted Lash, ripped his head back by the hair and slashed him viciously with what turned out to be a box cutter, and despite the almost instant heavy blood flow, Lash once again utters a scream which sounded more like pleasure than pain! Both Charlie and Eric have amusement painted on their faces as the youngster made a beeline for the ropes on all fours, trying to use them to stand as blood cascades down his face..
HANSON
“Lash is bleeding like a stuck pig! I don’t know how Lee’s gonna hide that!”
AUGUSTINO
“Pinche loco doesn’t give a fuck!”
As the referee regained his composure, Eric pretty much literally smelled blood in the water. The fans BOO and Charlie claps enthusiastically as Eric roughly grabbed Lash by a handful of greasy, blood matted hair and dragged him toward the corner. Eric ascended to the top, dragging a seriously groggy Lash along with him. Charlie was really yelling now, putting everything into spurring her client on as he gathered Lash up for Whisper in the Dark from the top r…
AUGUSTINO
“No way, NO WAY!! IS LEE OUTTA HIS FUCKING MIND?!”
HANSON
“Ahem. Yes.”
AUGUSTINO
“Dumb question. But look at this! He’s gonna break Lash’s neck up there!”
NO!!! Lash Donohue wriggled free, arms linked!!! BURY GO ROUND FROM THE TOP ROPE TO THE FLOOR!!!!
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
HANSON
“OH...MY...GOD!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“They’re both dead. That’s it. Both these men are fucking dead….”
The crowd is both sickened and beside themselves as both men lay unconscious on the concrete floor, blood pouring from both of their heads but mainly from Lash. The referee reached a twenty count and signaled for the end of the match.
~DING DING DING~
Immediately after the bell, EMTs and the ring doctor all rush over to where Lash and Eric lie on the floor to check on them. Even Charlie Grace hurries over to observe Eric Lee.
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen, I don’t believe what we just saw….”
AUGUSTINO
“The second double countout title retain in a row for Lash Donohue?”
HANSON
“Be serious would you?”
AUGUSTINO
“I am serious! That match was bullshit! Like when you’re getting railed real good then riiiiight before the dude’s done, he---”
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re gonna take a short break. We’ll be right back with you.”
AUGUSTINO
“I dated this kid when I was in high school once, right? So when we finally--”
HANSON
“Shut up, Miranda!”
Winner: ----
Result: Double Countout
Time: 15:39
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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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Anton sits alone in a darkened room. His eyes are closed as if he is in meditation, a black robe hanging on his frame. In front of Anton, there sits a table, on it is a small bowl of salt, a larger bowl of water, a dagger, and some candles. Anton stands and holds his right hand over the salt.
“Blessings be upon this creature of salt; let all malignity and hindrance be cast forth thence from, and let all good enter therein. Wherefore I bless thee and invoke thee, that thou mayest aid me.”
He sighs and then holds his right hand over the water.
“Blessings upon thee, O creature of water, I cast out from thee all impurities and uncleanness of the spirits of phantasm, confusion, or any other influence not for the free will of all.”
He takes the bowl of salt and pours it into the water. He picks up the dagger and stirs them together.
“I take this salt of the Earth, Blessed with the will of Fire; I take this water of spirit, Exorcised with mind of merit; I mix them with words of power, Dedicated to every Tower.
By the power of moon and sun,
By the power of Spirit, earth, and sea,
As I Will, so may it be!”
Anton starts to walk a circle around the table.
“I conjure thee, O circle of power,
As thou encircle every Tower.
That thou beset a place of Truth, Joy and love,
Encircling Flight of Eagle, Hawk and Dove.
Mighty Aegis of the Lord,
Rampart of thought, action and word.
To Work in Peace, Powerful and Free,
Who walk between two worlds conjure thee;
A boundary to Protect, Concentrate and Contain,
That Power raised here be not in vain.
Wherefore do I bless thee and consecrate thee, in the name of Satan.”
Anton then takes the saltwater mixture and sprinkles it along the circle.
“With potion of earth and water, I seal the sacred circle,
Linking air and fire!
With potion of earth and air, I seal the sacred circle,
Linking fire with water!
With potion of earth, air, and fire, I seal the sacred circle,
Linking water with the Earth!
As the four directions are brought to merge,
Let influence of the mighty ones converge!”
Anton then pulls out a censer and lights it. The smoke starts to flow from it and he walks the circle once again.
“With Incense and air of Mind,
East to South, I do Bind!
With Incense and air of mind,
South to West, I do Bind!
With Incense and air of Mind,
West to North, I do Bind!
With Incense and air of Mind,
North to East Completion Find!”
Anton places the censer down and picks the candle up. He once again walks that circle.
“With the Fire of emotion and will
East to South, our dedication fulfill!
With the Fire of veneration and Will,
South to West, our allegiance fulfill!
With the Fire of Devotion and Will,
West to North, our consecration fulfill!
With the Fire of Commitment and will,
From North to East, This inscription fulfill!
Within the circle All wills be free,
The circle is sealed, So may it Be!”
Anton then walks to the northern point of the circle.
"I pray thee Belial, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Give us the gift of stability. To start the new year free of past stalemates. Allow our thoughts and actions to be our protection. Be present that I shall not falter in our decisions. I am as the stable earth. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of earth that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of new beginnings, strength, and mundane matters that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Belial. Lord and Master of Earth."
He then walks to the east point.
"I pray thee Lucifer, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Let the eagle bring us a new understanding. Your light shall be our protection and guide us through this life. I am as the wind. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of incense that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of knowledge and reflection that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Lucifer. Lord and Master of Air."
Once again be moves to the south.
"I pray thee Xaphan, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Allow our actions to be swift and unfailing. Be present that our enemies will not conquer us. I am as flames burning brightly in your radiance. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of incense and fire that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of vengeance and love that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Xaphan. Lord and Master of Fire."
He finally comes to the Eastern point.
"I pray thee Leviathan, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Let the serpent wise deal death to the lies of our enemies. Allow our empathy to be our protection. Allow our anger to be swift with justice. Be present that our enemies will not conquer us. I am as the swift-flowing tide ebbing to and fro. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of sea salt and water that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of healing and emotional balance that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Leviathan. Lord and Master of Water."
Anton kneels in the middle of the circle and starts to chant.
“Obsecro te, magne Leviathan veniat adiutorium. Absumet heres Caecuba dignior potentia ferri stringere humiliter deprecare: ut tuis. Robur fer inimicos sternere.”
Anton then crosses himself in reverse before standing. He faces the east.
"Hail Leviathan. Lord and Master of Water. I thank thee
for being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
He faces to the south.
"Hail Xaphan. Lord and Master of Fire. I thank thee for
being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
He turns to the west.
"Hail Lucifer. Lord and Master of Air. I thank thee for
being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
He finally turns back to the north.
"Hail Belial. Lord and Master of Earth. I thank thee for being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
Anton blows out all the candles plunging the room into darkness.
“Blessings be upon this creature of salt; let all malignity and hindrance be cast forth thence from, and let all good enter therein. Wherefore I bless thee and invoke thee, that thou mayest aid me.”
He sighs and then holds his right hand over the water.
“Blessings upon thee, O creature of water, I cast out from thee all impurities and uncleanness of the spirits of phantasm, confusion, or any other influence not for the free will of all.”
He takes the bowl of salt and pours it into the water. He picks up the dagger and stirs them together.
“I take this salt of the Earth, Blessed with the will of Fire; I take this water of spirit, Exorcised with mind of merit; I mix them with words of power, Dedicated to every Tower.
By the power of moon and sun,
By the power of Spirit, earth, and sea,
As I Will, so may it be!”
Anton starts to walk a circle around the table.
“I conjure thee, O circle of power,
As thou encircle every Tower.
That thou beset a place of Truth, Joy and love,
Encircling Flight of Eagle, Hawk and Dove.
Mighty Aegis of the Lord,
Rampart of thought, action and word.
To Work in Peace, Powerful and Free,
Who walk between two worlds conjure thee;
A boundary to Protect, Concentrate and Contain,
That Power raised here be not in vain.
Wherefore do I bless thee and consecrate thee, in the name of Satan.”
Anton then takes the saltwater mixture and sprinkles it along the circle.
“With potion of earth and water, I seal the sacred circle,
Linking air and fire!
With potion of earth and air, I seal the sacred circle,
Linking fire with water!
With potion of earth, air, and fire, I seal the sacred circle,
Linking water with the Earth!
As the four directions are brought to merge,
Let influence of the mighty ones converge!”
Anton then pulls out a censer and lights it. The smoke starts to flow from it and he walks the circle once again.
“With Incense and air of Mind,
East to South, I do Bind!
With Incense and air of mind,
South to West, I do Bind!
With Incense and air of Mind,
West to North, I do Bind!
With Incense and air of Mind,
North to East Completion Find!”
Anton places the censer down and picks the candle up. He once again walks that circle.
“With the Fire of emotion and will
East to South, our dedication fulfill!
With the Fire of veneration and Will,
South to West, our allegiance fulfill!
With the Fire of Devotion and Will,
West to North, our consecration fulfill!
With the Fire of Commitment and will,
From North to East, This inscription fulfill!
Within the circle All wills be free,
The circle is sealed, So may it Be!”
Anton then walks to the northern point of the circle.
"I pray thee Belial, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Give us the gift of stability. To start the new year free of past stalemates. Allow our thoughts and actions to be our protection. Be present that I shall not falter in our decisions. I am as the stable earth. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of earth that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of new beginnings, strength, and mundane matters that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Belial. Lord and Master of Earth."
He then walks to the east point.
"I pray thee Lucifer, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Let the eagle bring us a new understanding. Your light shall be our protection and guide us through this life. I am as the wind. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of incense that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of knowledge and reflection that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Lucifer. Lord and Master of Air."
Once again be moves to the south.
"I pray thee Xaphan, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Allow our actions to be swift and unfailing. Be present that our enemies will not conquer us. I am as flames burning brightly in your radiance. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of incense and fire that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of vengeance and love that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Xaphan. Lord and Master of Fire."
He finally comes to the Eastern point.
"I pray thee Leviathan, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Let the serpent wise deal death to the lies of our enemies. Allow our empathy to be our protection. Allow our anger to be swift with justice. Be present that our enemies will not conquer us. I am as the swift-flowing tide ebbing to and fro. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of sea salt and water that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of healing and emotional balance that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Leviathan. Lord and Master of Water."
Anton kneels in the middle of the circle and starts to chant.
“Obsecro te, magne Leviathan veniat adiutorium. Absumet heres Caecuba dignior potentia ferri stringere humiliter deprecare: ut tuis. Robur fer inimicos sternere.”
Anton then crosses himself in reverse before standing. He faces the east.
"Hail Leviathan. Lord and Master of Water. I thank thee
for being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
He faces to the south.
"Hail Xaphan. Lord and Master of Fire. I thank thee for
being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
He turns to the west.
"Hail Lucifer. Lord and Master of Air. I thank thee for
being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
He finally turns back to the north.
"Hail Belial. Lord and Master of Earth. I thank thee for being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
Anton blows out all the candles plunging the room into darkness.
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~KRIGARE CHALLENGE~
ARDEN
“The following match is the Krigare Challenge. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana. She is the Steampunk Warrior… Eavan Maloney!!!!!”
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. Maloney walks out in a long leather duster and steampunk goggles on her head, her hand above her eyes to look out at everyone. As she walks down the ramp, she spots Maxine Foster in the crowd and runs over and gives her a big hug before shaking hands and waving at fans along the barricade. When she gets to a far corner, she finds Adriana and Katra Zdunich standing there and hugs them as well. She kisses them both as she takes off her goggles and places them on Adriana’s head. She makes a heart shape with her hands before sliding into the ring. She gets up on all turnbuckles, bowing and clapping with the crowd before leaping off of them, and calling for a mic.
“What’s up, Boston?”
The crowd is solidly behind Maloney, some fans having seen her in indie bookings in town years back. She sees a fan wearing one of the original Steampunk Warrior shirts and points it out.
“Man, I haven’t seen that shirt in a dog’s age. Thank you so much for rememberin’ me, I sure as hell remember this city fondly. Now I’m not out here t’kiss your arses, I’m here t’kick one. Now, if anyone’s been followin’ social media, and you’re followin’ the big oaf, Rick Dickulous, than ya know today is 21 days before I become the Silver Mountain champion. So, tonight, I wanted to prove I’m ready for Rick. So, I put out this challenge, and somebody contacted me, said they accepted the challenge. I’d like to call out my opponent at this time. Hailing from Death Valley. He stands six feet six inches tall, and weighs two hundred and seventy eight pounds. He is Freak Edwards!”
~KRIGARE CHALLENGE~
ARDEN
“The following match is the Krigare Challenge. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana. She is the Steampunk Warrior… Eavan Maloney!!!!!”
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. Maloney walks out in a long leather duster and steampunk goggles on her head, her hand above her eyes to look out at everyone. As she walks down the ramp, she spots Maxine Foster in the crowd and runs over and gives her a big hug before shaking hands and waving at fans along the barricade. When she gets to a far corner, she finds Adriana and Katra Zdunich standing there and hugs them as well. She kisses them both as she takes off her goggles and places them on Adriana’s head. She makes a heart shape with her hands before sliding into the ring. She gets up on all turnbuckles, bowing and clapping with the crowd before leaping off of them, and calling for a mic.
“What’s up, Boston?”
The crowd is solidly behind Maloney, some fans having seen her in indie bookings in town years back. She sees a fan wearing one of the original Steampunk Warrior shirts and points it out.
“Man, I haven’t seen that shirt in a dog’s age. Thank you so much for rememberin’ me, I sure as hell remember this city fondly. Now I’m not out here t’kiss your arses, I’m here t’kick one. Now, if anyone’s been followin’ social media, and you’re followin’ the big oaf, Rick Dickulous, than ya know today is 21 days before I become the Silver Mountain champion. So, tonight, I wanted to prove I’m ready for Rick. So, I put out this challenge, and somebody contacted me, said they accepted the challenge. I’d like to call out my opponent at this time. Hailing from Death Valley. He stands six feet six inches tall, and weighs two hundred and seventy eight pounds. He is Freak Edwards!”
With no entrance music or pyro, Edwards walks out with a snake wrapped around him. He skulks down the ramp, a very imposing and terrifying presence that even surprises Maloney a little as she moves away from the center of the ring, watching him. Edwards walks around the ring and spies Katra and Addy. As he’s about to approach them, Maloney comes off the ring apron and leaps on him from behind. Edwards grabs Maloney and pulls her off his head and runs her into the ring post.
HANSON
“That may have backfired.”
AUGUSTINO
“Well, at least it directed his focus elsewhere.”
Edwards pulls a bag out of his vest and places the snake in it, before turning his attention to a slowly recovering Maloney. He picks her up and carries her back into the ring, yelling at the referee to ring the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Edwards continues walking around the ring with Maloney over his shoulder, before running her into the turnbuckles. As Maloney lays limp against the bottom two turnbuckles, Edwards sizes her up, walks calmly to the opposite corner before running at her. Maloney falls to the mat as Edwards’ foot goes through the space between the top and second turnbuckles. Maloney is slow to pull herself up, but does before she starts kicking at the underside of his knee. Edwards pulls his leg out and tries to swing at Maloney, who ducks it, and starts hitting him with quick punches to the abs and just under the armpit.
HANSON
“Is Eavan trying to outstrike this Freak Edwards guy?”
AUGUSTINO
“The chick’s had some MMA training. I’ve seen it in action. She’s small but she’ll fuck a bigger man up.”
Edwards is reeling from the punches, trying to shake the tingly feeling in his arm. Maloney runs up the turnbuckles, spins, grabs Edwards by the head and drops the big man with a Stunner and a quick cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout by Edwards. Maloney runs the ropes as Edwards sits up, low dropkick to the head of Edwards. Maloney quickly to the top rope, flips off for a 630 senton but Edwards catches her in mid-air, stumbles for a brief second on his bad knee before getting back up again, repositions Maloney on his shoulders before delivering a crushing F5 to the mat.
HANSON
“Eavan may have just realized she’s out of her element in the Silver Mountain division.”
AUGUSTINO
“There’s nobody who’s coming back from that!”
Edwards hooks a leg, and sticks his tongue out menacingly at Katra and Addy who are looking on. Maloney is out.
ONE!
TWO!
The referee stops the count and the crowd cheers. He looks over and realizes Maloney had managed to get her foot on the rope. Undeterred, he pulls Maloney to the center of the ring, this time hooking both legs and leaning back as far as he can go.
ONE!
TWO!
Maloney slides out from under Edwards, holding the bad arm before locking in an armbar. Edwards yells out, rolling through the move, lifting Maloney off her feet again. Maloney flips around Edwards neck and shoulders, grabbing his head and falling backwards with a double knee to the back. Edwards flips over, perhaps trying to counter it, but Maloney wrenches back on his head, locking his bad arm in her legs.
HANSON
“KRIGARE LOCK!”
AUGUSTINO
“Nobody’s gotten out of that! I’m still shocked she survived that F5!”
Edwards yells and starts to fade but manages to reach the ropes with his free hand. The referee starts a count to have Maloney release the hold, but Edwards instead runs Maloney into the turnbuckle again. Maloney lets go, Edwards with a charge, Maloney with a poke to the eyes… NOLA Makeover! Maloney hooks both legs and lets out a yell of her own!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! Eavan Maloney!!”
HANSON
“I’m… I’m speechless. Edwards did everything he could but in the end, that NOLA Makeover out of nowhere was enough to beat the big man.”
AUGUSTINO
“I said it before we started dating, and I’ll say it still. There’s not many better than Mami. Small stature, biggest heart.”
Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:38
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The scene opens up backstage from the sold out TD Garden, in Boston, Massachusetts where the cameras spot Angel Kash looking on her phone. The smug blondes appearance is to the nines as always with a gold dress, gold high heel pumps, and a gold Chanel handbag. As the smug princess soon spots the camera, before begging to speak in her normal arrogant tone.
“You know the tweets all week have been what I thought they would be. That rat face Cali Kate and Zombie bitch champion are going to team up against me? Why? Because jealousy. It’s what they know; they know they are poor losers who, despite being somewhat better than the lot of you Boston rejects, are still just that: losers.”
Angel holds a L to her forehead for loser laughing to herself. As soon as she finishes her chuckle she begins to speak in her normal arrogant tone.
“Now, speaking of Cali Kate: when I attacked you it was a message to the women of the roster, and to you to stay out of my damn way. Now if you were smart you would of taken the warning and got out of town. But you and brain power don’t go together like Boston and class don’t go together.”
Angel smirks, as she continues on for a moment.
“Then I make sure you didn’t win a belt that would cripple this already crippled division; I mean look at their world champion? A stoner? Really, is that the best we have? The Kingdom really? The best, no that was the best here till I walked in and turned all eyes toward me.”
Samuel Harrison walks up behind Angel and leans down kissing her cheek, he smirks as he hands her another glass of Champagne.
“All eyes should be on you, you are the best thing in wrestling today. Any room you walk in is is instantly brighter.”
Angel smirks kisses his lips lightly.
“I know babe. Like can they ever stop thinking they have a right to stand up to me? I mean who do they think they are? And Cali Kate you just delayed the inevitable and that is Angel Kash walking out with the NFW Womans Television title. Like plus when I win you know babe your gonna love the celebration.”
Angel winks, smirking at her boo.
“That belt is going to look so good around your perfect waist. And you know I will be there with you. The power couple will show the town how people with class party.”
Angel Kash smirks lets out a chuckle before speaking again.
“And don’t get me going on this zombie bitch who is using my name. Inferior Angel is what I call her and she thinks she's somehow better than me? The match I dominated her if it wasn’t for that insect Cali Kate that title would be around my waist. Have you seen this bitch? She's hideous. See I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and was given the world. I was born naturally superior I know its hard for the peasants to understand that so they all go against me.”
Samuel smiles confidently as he holds Angel's hand.
“People just don't understand what it's like to be elite like you and I. It makes them jealous, it makes them hate us. People hate what they don't understand, but for all I care they can keep hating us.”
Soon enough, Jessie the intern is walking with papers. Angel has a coy smirk and walks up to her and says in a bossy tone.
“I need a latte coffee, cream, sugar, and the caramel drizzle on top with the whipped cream. Okay darling thanks you’re too kind.”
“Well I have to get these papers to…”
Angel looks at the papers and slaps them out of her hand before yelling loudly.
“You don’t say no to the future NFW Womans TV Champion?! I am far more important to the ownership here than you so go!”
Angel smirks as Jessie scurries off. Laughing loudly, Angel says.
“God I love the simpletons. Now this bitch has my title for now. I am gonna take what is mine because my whole life it’s what I have done. I wanted something I asked and if it wasn’t given to me I just took it like my boo here.”
Angel says with a smirk moving closer sitting on his lap.
“Just drink this in. This is what a true elite womans wrestler looks like not like the rest of the women in this company. I am a true champion and gonna prove that tonight. So Inferior Angel, clutch onto that title one last time because it will be the last time you will hold that belt after tonight's main event.”
Samuel pulls Angel back against him and rests his head on her shoulder as he looks into the camera with a smirk.
“I have what everyone wants, I have who everyone wants and tonight this beautiful lady will have exactly what she wants. Nothing is going to stop her. So get ready peasants, because the golden goddess is your next Champion.”
Angel laughs sitting on the lap of her boyfriend.
“And that is just the facts of the situation. These girls they got me in the ring with me are just outmatched. Even two on one they will not be stopping me from getting what I want because I am the one true Queen of NFW and I will prove that tonight.”
Samuel kisses Angel's neck before looking into the camera.
“Now go away, she needs to get ready and none of you are worthy to watch her get dressed. Now shoo.”
However before the camera could cut Jessie soon returned and handed The Trillion Dollar Princess her latte she sips noticing a lack of something as Jessie spoke up meekly.
“I-I-I’m sorry... They were all out of the caramel….”
Angel smiles, and pets the head of Jessie before dumping the entire latte on her head before yelling loudly.
“You disgust me now get out of my sight! Let that be a lesson to all of you to what happens when you fail me.”
Angel said loudly as Jessie ran off with an audible whimper, indicating incoming tears, as the blonde grew into an evil smirk as she said.
“I wasn’t thirsty anyway.”
Before moving back to her boyfriend kissing him on the lips lightly before looking at the camera.
“You’re dismissed.”
The scene then fades to black.
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Match #4. Beat The Clock
Nico Salvatore v. Jason Goodnight
As the voice of Pinhead at the start of the song begins to sound out, very slowly Jason makes his way out to the entrance ramp, his head swaying side to side as if caught in a trance. He smiles, looking out at the 'children' that surround the ring as he drops to his knees, whispering a prayer to the prophets around him before rising to his feet as the music drops into a loud bass hit. He rises quickly, moving much faster as he addresses those of the crowd that seem to wish to 'follow' him, resting his palms on their head and 'indoctrinating' them into his way before turning and sliding into the ring. He moves to a kneel in the center of the ring as he continues his prayer before rising back to his feet with a laugh and backing to his corner.
As the song reaches the 0:11 second mark, the words 'GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN' appear in sync with the song before the words 'GOD OF WAR' appear, trembling in red on the tron wall. Through the curtain, walks Nico Salvatore, shaking out his fists beside him as he scowls down at the ring. Coming to the center of the stage, he hops on the balls of his feet before throwing a punch to the air and giving a yell, walking briskly down the ramp.
As his name is announced, Nico Salvatore starts talking trash to the camera about his opponent in tonight's match. At the end of his rant, he can clearly be heard saying "--get ready to bow down, bitch!"
Nico reaches the ring, taking a knee at the steps like a gladiator praying to the gods before a fight in the coliseum. He then pounds his fist against his chest and raises it and his gaze to the air before running up the steps and jumping over the top rope. Immediately, he crosses the ring and hops up onto the middle turnbuckle to observe the audience again. He still doesn’t look too pleased with what he sees.
Stepping down to the mat, Nico pulls off his t-shirt and discards it to the outside floor as his music fades out and he turns towards the stage; the man awaiting his opponent as he hunches forward in a poised position, idly rocking side to side on his legs as he eyes the stage with hardened, focused intensity.
~DING DING DING~
Jason and Nico are in the ring. Nico looks more focused than he normally does. The bell sounds and as it does, Jason begins to taunt a little by folding his hands and closing his eyes, seemingly doing some sort of prayer. As he’s doing this, Nico delivers his running knee strike that staggers Jason into the corner. Nico charges in and delivers a second running knee strike before grabbing Jason and lifting him up to his shoulders. He walks out into the middle of the ring, the focus and aggression still on his face as he delivers the GFY and hooks the leg for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! NICO...SALVATORE!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yikes!! Where did that match go?!”
HANSON
“In the record books as one of the top five shortest matches in NFW history is where! One minute, fifteen seconds! Nico just beat out Havok’s time!”
AUGUSTINO
“Bet he beats that ass too!”
HANSON
“Well, we’ll see on the 19th! So far Nico’s gonna be the freshest man in that match!”
Winner: Nico Salvatore
Result: Pinfall
Time: 1:15
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Backstage we see Vanita Thompson pacing around a chair in a semi dark room. You could hear whimpers, almost as if someone was begging without words. She leaned against the wall, shaking her head, a sliver of light the only thing letting you know it is her.
“Now now little Luna, calm yourself. We know that you are incapable of many things, but do not make this harder on yourself.”
She leaned down and you could clearly see who it was she was talking to. Aurora Luna. The girl was legit scared as her hands were bound to the chair. She lurched a foot forward, Vanita catching it with a chuckle and setting it down gently on the ground.
“You make this trouble for no reason little Luna. I only do this to get to your boy toy. Has Carlton told you about me?”
Aurora furiously nodded her head ‘no’ and Vanita just laughed outright.
“Naive and clueless. Let me clue you in.”
She then got down on the ground in front of her, sitting on her knees. The light shone a face that was intent on getting her point across. Aurora stared straight at her, hatred laced her eyes.
“Carlton Walsh has been trying to drag a dark part of my soul out of me since April. This has been personal for quite some time. After the death of his wife...I didn’t think he would move forward with someone like you.”
“Luna!”
Vanita’s head turned as she heard Carlton’s voice. She dipped back into the shadow, telling Aurora in motions of what would be done to her if she was to even let him know Vanita was there. As soon as she was in the clear, Aurora started screaming out for her love. IT took mere minutes for Carlton to come running into the room, a scowl on his face.
“Are you alright my love?”
He cuts her binds and before she could get him to pay attention, he heard heels clicking behind him. His growl was low.
“Vanita, come out.”
“Now Walsh, you know better than that.”
“I know you are a coward.”
“Coward? Pot, please meet fucking kettle.”
A low chuckle came from the shadow and both of the people standing in the light looked around for any sign of the Shadow Assassin.
“You better make sure that she gets to her match on time. We do not want people getting upset. You have a serpent to feed.”
The lights flickered, leaving Carlton growling and clutching his love in his arms.
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Match #5. Singles Contest
Jasmine Matthews v. Aurora Luna
The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. A eerie purple glow begins to appear on the stage as the guitar strums kick in the words "Even in these chains you can't stop me" repeated four times with a loud drum strike after each one. After the fourth the guitars and drums kick in full force and the words "The Fanged Rose" appears on the screen with the well known red eyes of the Matthews "Reptile" behind it.
"You see I am the wolf.
and this dirty little piggy
lives inside of me.
You see every and then
I forget which one I want
and which one I need.
I have come to realize
that both of them have become a necessity.
I now have come to realize
that I become which animal I choose to feed!"
As Maria shrieks the follow up The Fanged Rose comes through the curtain. The black coat buckled around her throat with the hood up shadowing her face. She steps to where the stage and the ramp meet she drops into a kneel with a hand on the ramp.
"Even in these chains, you won't stop me!
Even in these chains, you won't break me!
Even in these chains, you won't take me!
Even in these chains, you won't hold me PIG!"
Each line she bobs lightly until the final word and Jasmine shoots up straight throwing the hood back from her face and letting out a bestial shriek before she sprints to the ring and sides under the ropes. She pops back up and marchs to the turnbuckle where she climbs to the top, throws one leg over to balance herself and lifts a single fist into the air.
As Jasmine stands, waiting in the ring to see if Aurora Luna actually shows up, she paces back and forth, waiting for her music to start.
HANSON
“Folks from what we saw...we have to wonder, will Aurora Luna even make it to the ring? Can she still compete?”
AUGUSTINO
“Who knows, Nicky? Who knows?”
HANSON
“Well, Vanita Thompson certainly did a number and sent a message to Car---”
Nick Hanson is cut off as the arena goes completely black. The crowd immediately begins to stir as Type O Negative’s “Black No. 1” begins to play.
“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”
However, when the spotlight comes on where Bronwyn Good would normally be standing, there’s nothing there. Instead, the lights come on seconds later to reveal that Jasmine Matthews is standing at the ropes, holding the top one with a fuming look on her face. The crowd erupts as Bronwyn Good is standing in the center of the ring BEHIND her!! Pale contacts in her eyes, Bronwyn’s malicious grin is absolutely terrifying! Jasmine seems to realize something’s off, however, and she suddenly spins around to see Salem’s Forgotten Daughter standing right there. Bronwyn waves with her fingers and licks her upper lip with her forked tongue.
HANSON
“Bronwyn Good is here and she is taunting the Fanged Rose!!”
AUGUSTINO
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea, Ni---”
Before Miranda can even get the full sentence out, Jasmine Matthews rushes forward. Bronwyn Good runs in to try and catch her first but Jasmine shoots in MMA style and lifts Bronwyn up by her legs. She SLAMS her to the mat, mounts her and starts going into a vicious ground and pound attack. The crowd goes wild as Bronwyn tries to cover up while also trying to get Jasmine off of her. She finally manages to roll over onto her stomach and use the rope to pull herself out. Jasmine has to let up so she can try to pull Bronwyn back in by her feet but Bronwyn makes it out to the floor. Jasmine follows right behind her, grabs the Witch and runs her straight into the barricade. The Boston crowd goes insane.
CROWD
MATTHEWS!
MATTHEWS!
MATTHEWS!
MATTHEWS!
HANSON
“Jasmine Matthews is beating THE HELL out of Bronwyn Good!”
AUGUSTINO
“She wanted her? She’s got her! Might not be a match but I don’t think the Queen of the Kingdom gives a shit!”
Jasmine stays on Bronwyn, laying into her with fists and forearms. She finally picks Bronwyn up and Irish whips her so hard, she goes running smack into and around the ringpost, in front of the commentary table and hits the floor. Back where they started outside the ring, Jasmine doesn’t even gloat. Instead, she reaches under the ring.
HANSON
“What’s Jasmine Matthews going for now?”
AUGUSTINO
“She’s going for something, Nick! Probably a chair, a kendo stick or a….”
The crowd erupts into a roar of approval as Jasmine Matthews retrieves and raises up her father’s sledgehammer handle into the air. Previously stashed by her in case Bronwyn appeared. It appears as though Bronwyn Good walked right into a trap set up by the Fanged Rose.
HANSON
“Ohhhh noooo!! There it is!!! Her trademark!”
Jasmine Matthews slowly turns in the direction that she sent Bronwyn Good and starts casually stalking towards her. As she does she starts to smack the handle against the metal barricade. CLANG……..CLANG……...CLANG……..CLANG…...CLANG. As she gets closer to her target, the smacking gets faster and the crowd begins to clap in rhythm with it.
HANSON
“Bronwyn Good is still on the floor right in front of us here! Jasmine’s approaching with that stick! That handle of a sledgehammer her father was known for!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey wait a minute, Bronwyn’s got something in her hand. What is that?”
Jasmine Matthews starts bearing down on Bronwyn Good. She grips the handle with both hands, cocks it back for a swing…
...And Bronwyn Good, playing possum, bursts up and slings a handful of black Magic Powder right in Jasmine’s face! Jasmine drops her weapon and grabs at her eyes as Bronwyn gets to her feet. She grabs Jasmine and runs her into the barricade. Jasmine grabs her ribs with one arm and holds onto the barricade. As she does, Bronwyn Good picks up the dropped sledgehammer handle with an evil grin and rolls her wrist of the hand that grips it.
HANSON
“Watch out now; Bronwyn’s got that handle!”
And with that handle, Bronwyn Good cocks it up over her head and brings it down across Jasmine’s back. Jasmine reels upward, opening herself up for a shot to the ribs which doubles her over again and Bronwyn brings the handle down over her back once more, knocking her to one knee. Bronwyn grabs the handle, readying it for a thrusting strike and rears back over Jasmine’s face just as the crowd began going wild at movement on the ramp.
AUGUSTINO
“Wait up! Here comes Morgan!!!”
Morgan Payne has practically burst from behind the curtain and tears her way down the ramp, rounding the ring and goes right at Bronwyn Good. She makes it about halfway across the outside of the ring towards the grinning witch when the lights go out again. They’re out for a brief moment and when they come back on, Bronwyn Good is nowhere to be seen.
AUGUSTINO
“Where the fuck did she go?!”
HANSON
“Bronwyn Good has disappeared!”
Morgan Payne does a quick look around, scanning for Bronwyn Good but she’s nowhere to be found. She immediately goes to Jasmine’s side and helps her girlfriend up after Jasmine angrily grabs her father’s sledge handle. Once Jasmine is on her feet, Morgan lets her stand on her own and the two walk up the ramp together. Jasmine Matthews is furious as she points the handle at the camera.
“This ain’t fucking over, bitch! You! Are Fucking! Dead!”
“Runnin’ like a scary lil bitch! Ball up and fight, trick!”
Morgan Payne chimed in on her own, getting right up in the camera as they passed and went through the curtain as the show faded to a commercial….
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The scene comes up on Cali-Kate in an interview area.
“It's been two years since I last held any gold. Two years that I was fighting to claim a spot anywhere on the ladder and then life intervened.”
A quick shot of Kate with baby Dustin before flashing back to Kate.
“I've been itching for an opportunity. And I had one in my grasp. Until…”
Flashback shots of two weeks ago when Angel Kash hit Kate with Kash Flow. Kash scrambles from the ring and Angel Kusanagi picks up the pin.
“The thing is, I knew Angel Kash was going to pull some kind of bullshit like this. It's in her nature. She calls me jealous, but it's clear…”
A new shot of Cali-Kate coming to the ring last week while Angel glares at her.
“She's just projecting.”
Several shots from NFW and other places play of Cali-Kate being adored by fans, even Kate's emotional departure for her maternity leave.
“Angel Kash wants to be me. But like the immortals… there can be only one!”
Back to last week when Kash is taken out by Angel Kusanagi as well.
“Angel Kusanagi, on the other hand, has something I want. And has no intention of letting it go. Which is exactly what I hoped for.”
Angel Kusanagi, holding the Women's TV title high, is now shown.
“She's the immovable object in this match and for good reason. She has everything riding on this. She can't afford to budge. But there hasn't been anyone that has ever been able to stop the "Geekette Extraordinaire."”
One more shot with Kate and all her adopted children and her one biological child before coming back to her.
“Even life only sidetracked me, but I'm still back. I'm here to keep my promise, that my children will look back one day and say "Mom never gave up." I am the unstoppable force. I am leveled and focused on this fight. This Street Fight. And in the end, I'll be walking out, head held high and a belt over my shoulders, knowing I left a great rival and a bitter bitch the kind of match history is made of. Game start, bitches!”
The camera focuses on Cali-Kate's intense and focused face before fading out.
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The camera switches to a backstage locker room. A close up of a woman’s pale, slender hand being wrapped in heavy gauze by a member of the medical staff. As the camera pans back, the medic has a somber look on his face. He looks up at someone off camera but doesn’t say a word. The crowd gives a respectful pop as Adrianna Salvatore comes pacing into the camera’s frame as it pans out. We also see that the one having her hand wrapped is none other than Angel Kusanagi. She’s sitting with her back to the camera, holding her arm out to the side. She looks geared up and ready to go with her entrance robe on, hood up over her head. A championship belt with a black strap is snapped crossways across her chest over one shoulder.
Adrianna Salvatore actually holds the Women’s Television Championship on one forearm as she paces before stopping and looking down at her Japanese friend. “Do you have any idea how goddamn, fucking stupid this is, Bonx?”
Angel doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t even move. She just sits there, letting her hand be dressed in fresh bandaging after having a rusty spike literally pierce straight through it in her Sunday match at WWH Sanatorium’s Bedlam PPV.
“You’re a fucking idiot. Do you hear me?” Adrianna says firmly as she scowls down at the woman like someone trying to talk sense to a family member. A loved one. A friend. “Fucking. Idiot!” She leans down to make Angel see her. “You shouldn’t be competing tonight, goddamn it! Look at you! You look like you’ve been mauled by dogs! Then you take a legit kick square to the head by Maki of all fucking people. I don’t know her personally but the bitch ain’t no slouch--”
“OI!!!!” Angel suddenly shouts, silencing everything in the room. The medic even pauses, startled as Angel lifts her head to look up at Adrianna. She just shakes her head and looks back down.
Adrianna sighs heavily and pulls up a chair to sit in front of Angel. Her expression, in a rare moment of worry, is just that. Worried. Concerned. “Sorry, Ang. Look. I just….” She pauses and sighs heavily. “Why am I wasting my breath? You’re not even considering my advice.”
“...Forfeit….” Angel says like it leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.
“For your own good, yes! Forfeit tonight. Let Kash and Kate fight it out for the belt. Then whoever wins, you come back when you’re a hundred percent and Santiago will no doubt grant you a shot at the title again. I know you can win it back when you’re ready to go. But like this? You’re gonna end up in the hospital. And I don’t wanna see someone else I care about end up there. You remember Mia.”
“Hai….” Angel nods so shallowly we can barely even see it. “Remember…. Mia-chan...taken by surprise…. Angerru know...what to expect. Soo-peer-eyoor Angerru know...what to expect….” She lifts her head again to look at Adrianna. Whatever Adrianna sees under that hood makes the woman sigh and look away for a second. “...Angerru got this...Addy-chan….” Angel reaches out with her other hand and gives Adrianna a rough pat on the cheek and reaches down to take her Women’s Television Title from her friend as the medic finishes wrapping her hand.
Adrianna Salvatore links her hands to stop Angel from sliding the belt off of her arm and stares hard at her friend. “Ang...Angel...Yukiko...just...fucking please. Listen to me….”
Angel says nothing. She simply reaches with her wrapped hand and manages to unclasp the title strap so that she can take it from Adrianna, then gets up out of her chair, heading towards the locker room door in the background. Black title strap over her chest. Women’s TV Title that she’s defending tonight clutched in her good hand at her side as she shoulders the door open, walking with a noticeable limp.
Adrianna Salvatore sighs, lowering her head and running her hands through her hair, holding her head for a moment. She finally bursts up to her feet and kicks the chair Angel was sitting in across the floor, yelling out at the top of her lungs. “FUCK!!!!!!”
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Main Event - Three Way Street Fight For The NFW Women’s Television Championship
Angel Kusanagi © v. Cali-Kate v. Angel Kash
The lights in the arena go dark as the opening chords of “Heist” hit the speakers. The crowd goes up in cheers as a big
“Player 1 Ready…”
comes up on the screen. In the break between the opening chords and the main tune the screen flashes
“Game Start!”
The main tune hits and the lights come back up showing Kate on the stage in a hooded jacket with a huge smile on her face, dancing to her music. Kate flips the hood down and skips down the ramp trading high fives and hugs with various members of the crowd. She even stops a few times to pose for some selfies with the crowd members.
ARDEN
“The following contest is your main event! It is scheduled for one fall and is a Threeway Street Fight for the NFW Women’s Television Championship! Introducing first, the challengers! First...from Laguna Beach, California...the Geekette Extraordinaire...CALI...KATE!!!!”
Kate reaches ringside and continues skipping one full round around the ring only trading high fives with audience members. When she gets to the corner, the audience goes wild as Kate blows out a kiss to everyone. Kate slides into the ring and jumps to one of the corners and poses once for pictures. As her music fades, she hops off the ropes and goes to her corner, removing her jacket and warming up for her match.
The 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
“And...from New York City, 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!
Kingyo no sukui no ami no yō ni
Moroi hane wa namida no shizuku de yaburete yuku
Yabure chatte Cry
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)
It takes notably longer than usual before Angel Kusanagi finally appears through the smoke. Rather than bursting through with her usual fired up energy, she comes limp-walking through the smoke and stands on the stage. Her head down, covered in her robe’s hood. She clutches the NFW Women’s Television Title in her hand that isn’t heavily bandaged. Across her chest, still sporting some blood splotches that she hasn’t cleaned off yet, is the WWH Sanatorium Demolition Championship. Newly won just two nights ago. It’s the reason she has a limp. It’s the reason she has a bandaged hand. It’s the reason why - as both Cali-Kate and Angel Kash look on at the champion - the Japanese woman lifts her head and stares at them from under her hood with her face completely wrapped in bandages, save for one wild, crazed eye staring back at them. It’s the one that has the busted blood vessels, causing the sclera to appear red.
Angel neglects to do her usual stage pose. She just stares hard at her two opponents and makes her way down the ramp, trying her best to walk with conviction and not limp.
ARDEN
“Aaaaaand their opponent! From Osaka, Japan! She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion. ANGEL...KUSANAGI!!!!!!!!”
As “Like A Butterfly” continues to rip through the P.A System, Angel Kusanagi reaches the ring and makes for the steps. She gets a couple of pats on the shoulder before she ascends the steps and carefully climbs up the turnbuckle and raises the TV title overhead. The fans pop and Angel looks directly at Angel Kash. She points at her with her other hand then brings that hand back and draws her thumb across her throat.
Angel Kash can’t be heard over the music, but she’s seen nodding defiantly and talking trash. Meanwhile, Cali-Kate is seen just smiling with respect up at Angel Kusanagi for still even deciding to do this match in her condition. A quick close cut back to Kusanagi shows that one eye burning with hatred at Kash before the hooded woman climbs down into the ring and unclasps her second title from her chest so she can start removing her entrance robe. When she does, we see she’s still wearing her ring gear but her arms and normally exposed thighs are also padded and bandaged.
Angel Kash, Angel Kusinagi, and Cali-Kate are in their corners as the ref takes the Women’s Television Championship from Angel Kusinagi and holds it up to present to the crowd. They hand it off to the time keeper and calls for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
Immediately, both Kusinagi and Cali-Kate look at each other and then just look at Kash. Kash spots this and immediately rolls out of the ring and yells for the other two to begin fighting each other. They look at each other, nod their heads and roll out of the ring on opposite sides. They begin to approach, cornering Kash as they get closer. Kash shows the fear on her face as she tries to scramble underneath the ring. Kusinagi and Cali-Kate both grab Kash by one of the legs and pulls her back out. The two of them begin to just pinball Kash with forearms. Finally, Kusanagi grabs Kash and delivers a brainbuster to the woman.
HANSON
“OHHH MAN!!!! A BRAINBUSTER TO THE FLOOR!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“And ain’t a DAMN thing anybody can do about it, Nick!”
Kusinagi then stares Cali-Kate down, the stare piercing through the woman. Kusinagi gets right up in the face of Cali-Kate and just pie faces her. Cali-Kate in return delivers a forearm to the side of the head of Kusanagi. The champion just looks at Cali-Kate and grins under her bandages. We can tell because of the glint in her eye. The two women continue to just brawl a little bit on the floor, exchanging forearms and chops. As the two are doing this, Kash has recovered and has grabbed a steel chair. She comes up behind Cali-Kate and just whacks her with it as hard as she can. Cali-Kate drops to a knee and Kash swings the chair again, landing another shot. As she’s doing this, Kusanagi was under the ring, looking for something. She came out, holding a baseball bat in her hands.
“TANOSHIMOU!!!!” Angel yells and the audience pops as she rolls the bat with her wrist.
Kash turns her attention to Kusanagi and swings the chair. Kusanagi ducks under the swing and drives the baseball bat into the midsection of Kash before cracking it over the woman’s back. Kusanagi lets out a scream as the crowd begins a small chant for her. She walks over to the announce table and slams her hands down on it before tearing it apart.
HANSON
“Hey now, c’mon! What are you doing?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Do you REALLY wanna try and make her stop?”
HANSON
“...No….”
Kusinagi walks back over, blood covering the wrap on her hand already. She grabs Kash by the hair and pulls her up to her feet. She leads the Trillion Dollar Princess over towards the announce table. She delivers a few forearm smashes to the side of Kash’s head before standing up on the table. She pulls Kash up there with her and delivers a kick to the midsection. She places Kash’s head between her legs and tries to pull her up for a piledriver, but Kash is able to block it and deliver a back drop that sends Kusanagi from the table and onto the floor. Kash steadies herself and hops down off the table. She grabs Kusanagi and rolls her into the ring. Kash looks under the ring and finds a kendo stick. She rolls into the ring and places her foot on the arm of the bandaged hand of Kusanagi.
AUGUSTINO
“I got a baaaad feeling about this.”
HANSON
“Not the time for Star Wars jokes, Mir.”
AUGUSTINO
“No, I mean what’s she doing with that kendo stick and Kusanagi’s arm?!”
She takes the end of the kendo stick and just jams it into the hand of Kusanagi who screams out in pain. Kash then takes the kendo stick and just starts to lay into the back of the champion with it before picking her up and delivers a running bulldog. Kash goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Kash picks Kusanagi up and sends her into the corner. Kash charges in and instead of hitting a splash or anything, just stops short and delivers a slap across the face. She kicks the legs out of Kusanagi and backs up. She charges in and delivers a boot to the side of the champion’s head. She pulls Kusanagi out of the corner and as she does, Cali-Kate is back up and grabs Kash by the ankles and pulls her out of the ring. Once Kash is out of the ring, Cali-Kate delivers a spinning heel kick that drops the woman. Cali-Kate climbs up to the top rope, looking down at Kusanagi and launches herself. She delivers a double stomp to the midsection of Kusanagi and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
CROWD
“Let’s go Bonkers!”
“Level up!”
“Let’s go Bonkers!”
“Level up!”
The crowd seems split between Kusanagi and Cali-Kate at this point in the match. Cali-Kate picks Kusanagi up off the mat. She sends the champion into the corner. Cali-Kate charges in and goes for a corner hip attack, but Kusanagi is able to get out of the way, causing Cali-Kate to crash into the turnbuckles. Kusanagi grabs Cali-Kate and delivers a cradle DDT. She climbs to the top rope and as she starts to steady herself, Kash gets up to the apron and grabs Kusanagi by the ankle. Kusanagi looks down and yells something in Japanese at her before kicking her off and back to the floor. Kusanagi adjusts herself and instead of going after Cali-Kate, she launches herself with a moonsault and takes Kash down. She then searches under the ring once again and this time, she finds a barbed wire wrapped steel chair. As she turns around, Cali-Kate is up and delivers a baseball slide that drives the barbed wire into the face of Kusanagi.
CROWD
“OHHHHHHHHHH!”
HANSON
“OH MY GOD!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“IN THE FAAAAAAAAACE!!! Good shit, Katie baby!”
Cali-Kate walks around and grabs the baseball bat from earlier and picks it up. She carefully grabs the wrapped chair and drags Kusanagi to the steel steps. She places the chair in front of Kusanagi’s head and takes the bat, setting it up and swinging, hitting the chair and once again driving it into the head of Kusanagi. The chair drops and Kusanagi is seen, spots of blood visible through the bandaging now. As this happens, Kash is making it back up to her feet. She has another kendo stick in her hand as she charges Cali-Kate. She swings wildly as Cali-Kate ducks the swing and cracks the back once again over the back of Kash. She doubles in pain and staggers away, back towards the announce table.
HANSON
“Uh-oh! Miranda, we might wanna move!”
AUGUSTINO
“Katie baby, whatchu doing?!”
Cali-Kate grabs Kash and puts her up onto the table. Cali-Kate climbs up to the barricade and balances herself as leaps and delivers a leg lariat that sends Kash down and the table buckling and breaking from the impact. Cali-Kate grabs Kash and rolls her into the ring. She grabs a steel chair that was resting against the barricade and slides into the ring. She places it in the middle of the ring and picks Kash up. She then delivers the Starstruck to Kash right onto the chair. She shoots the half and goes for the cover.
HANSON
“That’s gonna be it!!! New champion!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“WHOOOOO!!!”
ONE!
TWO!
HANSON
“WAIT A MINUTE!!! ANGEL KUSANAGI!!!”
Kusanagi comes sliding in, her arm covered in barbed wire and delivers a lariat to the face of Cali-Kate before kicking the woman out of the way and going for the cover herself and digging the barbed wire covered forearm into the face of Kash.
AUGUSTINO
“HOW THE FUCK?!”
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner and STILL NFW Women’s Television Champion!!! ANGEL...KUSANAGI!!!”
HANSON
“Hoooooly cow, I don’t believe it!”
AUGUSTINO
“Holy fucking Jesus, Nicky!!”
“Like A Butterfly” plays as the referee presents Angel Kusanagi with the title again and the woman pulls herself up on the ropes, leaning back against it as she raises the TV title up overhead, clutching her second belt against her in her other arm. The woman finally rolls down out of the ring where she comes face to face with Cali-Kate for a moment. Kusanagi looks back in the ring at Angel Kash then back at Kate with a brief nod before making her way up the ramp, limping more noticeably.
HANSON
“Well that was one hell of a main event folks! We hope you enjoyed tonight’s show! For Miranda Augustino, I’m Nick Hanson. We’ll see you next week! So long everyone!”
Winner: Angel Kusanagi
Result: Pinfall
Time: 25:17
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Winners
Match #1. HAVOK
Match #2. Adrianna Salvatore
Match #3. Double Countout/DRAW
Match #4. Eavan Maloney
Match #5. Nico Salvatore
Match #6. No Contest
Match #7. Angel Kusanagi
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Writers
Match #1. LashyD
Match #2. NFWStaff
Match #3. LashyD
Match #4. EavanFnMaloney
Match #5. Bloody Fairytale
Match #6. NFWStaff
Match #7. Bloody Fairytale
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Commentary Added By
NFWStaff
Winners
Match #1. HAVOK
Match #2. Adrianna Salvatore
Match #3. Double Countout/DRAW
Match #4. Eavan Maloney
Match #5. Nico Salvatore
Match #6. No Contest
Match #7. Angel Kusanagi
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Writers
Match #1. LashyD
Match #2. NFWStaff
Match #3. LashyD
Match #4. EavanFnMaloney
Match #5. Bloody Fairytale
Match #6. NFWStaff
Match #7. Bloody Fairytale
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Commentary Added By
NFWStaff
