Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Nov 5, 2019 14:51:36 GMT -8
As the pyro goes off inside the Dunkin Donuts Center in Providence, Rhose Island, 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!
TRILLION DOLLAR BITCH!
KRIGARE LOCK!
DANNI SPELLS ANGEL “W.T.F?!”
DENNIS WHO?
HANDS OF STONE
HAVE MY BABIES, GRIFFIN!
LASH ASKED ME TO MAKE HIM A SANDWICH!
(sign flip)
SO I MADE HIM A SUB!
(crude drawing of a dude in a gimp suit)
We switch over to the commentary table where we are greeted, as always, by Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino.
HANSON
“Hello, good evening, and welcome ladies and gentlemen! We are here LIVE in Providence, Rhode Island! This IS NFW Collision! Your weekly Tuesday fix for some of the greatest professional wrestling there is to offer and boy do we have a show in store for you tonight!”
AUGUSTINO
“Fuck yeah, Nick! We got the last two Beat the Clock matches for the Blood of Heroes Coliseum match! Yo, I watched that movie over the weekend and hooo-leeeee SHIT was that good! Rest in peace, Rutger Hauer!”
HANSON
“One of my top five, believe it or not. I know I seem like a prude but I love a good 80s action flick. Anyway! As Miranda said, we’ve got the last two placement matches! William Mannheim will challenge the clock against Chase Evans and Matt Klazzic, one of the finalists for this year’s recently past Vlad Blackheart Memorial, will take on a debuting star in NFW, United Kingdom born superstar, Dennis Stowand! We can’t wait to see what he brings to the ring, tonight!”
AUGUSTINO
“We’ve also got our TV Title matches, baby! Gonna get the rematch from the end of that battle royale but this time, obviously, you gotta pin to win! Lash Donohue’s gonna have to see if he can beat The King of Controversy, Timothy Hunt, a second time. Hey, if he wants to stay TV Champion, he’ll have to, right?”
HANSON
“And the we’ve got our Women’s Television Title match, as well. The reigning, defending, Angel Kusanagi will put her belt on the line against the loveable Pink Sugarplum Fairy, Danni Anderson.”
AUGUSTINO
“And don’t forget we got Mami’s Challenge too, bitches! The Krigare Challenge! Who’s gonna step up to get that ass rocked?”
HANSON
“Umm...yeah, that. We’ll see that as well. We’re also gonna be seeing our World Undisputed Champion, Griffin Hawkins in action as he takes on one half of our last Mixed Tag Team Champions, Vincent Stone in a non-title contest. Last but not least we’ve got a rematch from a couple of young ladies who butted heads over in Hybrid on their red brand, Unleashed. This one oughta be a fight.”
AUGUSTINO
“Morgan. Fucking. Payne versus that loudmouth bitch Angel Kash--”
HANSON
“Whoa whoa, Miranda! Objectiveness!”
AUGUSTINO
“Fuck that shit, Nick! Not in this match! Yo, Morgan! Beat that puta’s ass like a blonde whore who owe’s my cousin money!”
HANSON
“...Did you just out your cousin as a pimp?”
AUGUSTINO
“Ah shit. Sorry Carlito!”
HANSON
“And gave his name on a public broadcast.”
AUGUSTINO
“FUCK!!!! Let’s start the goddamn show already!”
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Match #1. Beat The Clock - Singles Contest
William “The Mangler” Mannheim v. “Devil Dog” Chase Evans
*As the lights begin a strobe effect, bathing the crowd in intermittent flashes of red with the beat of Three Days Grace’s “The Mountain”, the top of the ramp is backlit by a bright white light.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario Canada, weighing in at 364lbs. WILLIAM…”THE MANGLER”...MANNHEIM!”
William Mannheim violently pulls the curtain aside and steps through, eyes locked on the ring with an intense stare as he strides towards the ring, entering over the top rope.*
The crowd pops as Pop Evil's "Trenches" fills the arena. The words "VIVA LA RESISTANCE" scroll up from the bottom of the video wall in the same style as the Star Wars movies' text scroll. Next, the Rebel Alliance logo EXPLODES onto the video wall at the 0:14 second mark when the guitar and drums really pick up. Here, the curtain flies open and Chase Evans comes bursting onto the scene!! After a brief moment of looking around at the audience, he starts marching down the walkway with an intense stare just as the chorus to the song hits.
ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring!! From Nashville, Tennessee!! Weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds!! Representing the Rebel Forces!!! CHAAAAAAAASE EEEEEVAAAAAAAAANS!!!!"
Chase Evans jumps up onto the apron and steps into the ring, between the top and middle ropes. He immediately runs to a turnbuckle and climbs up, throwing his fist into the air. He points to the fans that mimic the gesture and nods, pounding his fist on his chest and pointing at them again. Chase hops down from the turnbuckle then, pulling off his t-shirt and throws it to someone in the crowd before turning and preparing for the bell to ring.
~DING DING DING~
With the bell ringing, the crowd voices their disapproval as Chase Evans charges in for a lock up, William Mannheim simply hit him with a double eye poke, sending Evans staggering back while the referee warned William. But Willy wasn't wasting any time, eliciting a "WOOO!" while he delivered a hard knife-edge. When he went to deliver another, Chase blocked the attempt and William staggered back as Chase delivered an even harder downward chop which echoes through the arena. Evans began laying into Mannheim with a series of knee strikes and forearms, and Willy responded with a furious flurry of his own, taking control and getting Chase Evans against the ropes..
HANSON
“I don’t think you’re gonna outstrike the Mangler!”
AUGUSTINO
“Not if you’re Chase Evans obviously!”
While the referee once again warned Mannheim and began his count, Will reared Evans' head back and raised Chase's top before making the "shhh" motion. The crowd "WOOOOO" and POP as Chase cries out and drops to one knee, being on the receiving end of the hardest knife-edge that Will can muster. The crowd's reaction is mixed as Will delivers a light thrust kick to the side of Chase's head, knocking him onto all fours..
AUGUSTINO
“THAT...is gonna leave a welt….”
HANSON
“No kidding!”
The crowd BOOO as Will mounted Chase and the referee once more warned William as he fish-hooked Evans painfully before Chase was able to throw him off and wriggle free. Both men stood at the same time and an actual tie-up before Evans looked to send Mannheim ropeward, but there was a reversal and Chase was sent rebounding instead. With a full head of steam, Chase roared and charged with a lariat, but Mannheim ducked. While Chase stumbled from the momentum, William hit the ropes at full speed, and right as Chase turned around, William let out a roar of his own and Three Sheets to the Wind turned Evans inside out!!
HANSON
“THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND TAKES CHASE EVANS INSIDE OUT!! THERE’S THE COVER!!”
Willam Mannheim with the immediate cover on Chase Evans right as he lands.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! WILLIAM…”THE MANGLER”...MANNHEIM!!”
Winner: William Mannheim
Result: Pinfall
Time: 12:31
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Match #2. Beat The Clock - Singles Contest
Matt Klazzic v. Dennis Stowand
"Hungry Like The Wolf" starts up as Dennis strolls out in his usual track jacket. He makes his way down with a snarky smile, ready to kill.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brighton, England, weighing in at 210lbs. Making his NFW debut, please welcome…”The Premier Bad Boy”...DENNIS...STOWAND!!”
He gets to the ring and hops in. Taking off his jacket.
The lights quickly darken on the first note of Vince DiCola’s “War” burst through the speakers. Reds and blues swept over the stage and ramp as the classic soundtrack to Rocky IV built to a swelling volume. From behind the curtain, Matt Klazzic appears, holding the X up with his arms, dressed in his singles themed gear of black and silver. Matt Klazzic makes his way down to the ring.
ARDEN
“AND...his opponent! Representing the Turn-It-Up Express! MATT...KLAZZIC!!”
Matt Klazzic approaches the ring, slapping hands with the fans in the front row. He stops for a selfie with a little boy wearing a Matt Klazzic mask and a “Klazzic Is Forever” t-shirt, before ascending the steps and getting into the ring, throwing up the X again. Matt Klazzic removes his jacket then, moving into his corner where he starts loosening his shoulders up before the match starts.
~DING DING DING~
Dennis and Matt are in their corners as the bell sounded. The two men came out and locked up in the middle of the ring. Matt goes behind and grabs Dennis by the waist and picks the debuting star up and slams him into the mat. Matt holds onto the waist and this time, delivers a German suplex. Matt then gets down into a mount position and starts to rain down lefts and rights. Dennis finally is able to throw him off and as soon as he does, the newcomer immediately grabs Matt by the ankle and looks for an ankle lock, but Matt is able to roll onto his back and kick Dennis off him. Matt gets back up to his feet and as Dennis comes back in, Matt hits him square in the jaw with a stiff forearm that staggers the newcomer.
Dennis staggers back in, delivering a forearm of his own to the jaw of Matt who stumbles back a couple of steps. The two then just start to trade forearms back and forth, the crowd getting into the stiff striking display being put on by both men. Finally, Matt blocks a couple of strikes by Dennis and delivers a few more himself before grabbing Dennis and delivering a Michinoku Driver and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Matt picks Dennis up off the mat, grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him in for a short arm clothesline. He keeps wrist control and picks Dennis back up, delivering a second clothesline. He once again maintains wrist control and this time, he goes for a third clothesline, but Dennis ducks under it and delivers a neckbreaker. Dennis gets on top of Matt and now he begins to deliver forearms to his opponent. He then picks Matt up and sends him into the ropes. Matt comes off the ropes and Dennis picks Matt up, delivering a tilt-a-whirl gutbuster before grabbing the ankle and locking in an ankle lock.
Matt scrambles, trying for the ropes. Just as he gets fingertips away, Dennis pulls him back towards the center of the ring. Matt is finally able to roll onto his back and finally push Dennis off of him. Dennis though, grabs Matt and picks him up, delivering a few stiff forearms to the jaw before delivering a stiff kick to the left knee of Matt that drops him to one knee. Dennis hits the ropes and delivers a boot to the head that drops Matt and he goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Dennis once again picks Matt up and looks to send him into the ropes, but Matt is able to reverse it. He sends Dennis into the ropes, but when Dennis comes off, he goes for a discus clothesline, but Matt is able to dodge and grabs Dennis as he looks for the Northern Lights Driver, but Dennis is able to counter out of that, hitting the ropes and delivering a chop block to the left knee of Matt and then grabbing Matt’s leg and locking in the Magic Wand!
Matt screams out in pain, struggling, fighting to try and make it to the ropes. Dennis wrenches on the knee bar, keeping a tight hold on the submission. Matt fights for as long as he can before he finally has no choice but to tap out.
~DING DING DING~
HANSON
“Wow!!! A big debut victory here in NFW for Dennis Stowand!”
AUGUSTINO
“Hey Matt fought hard but new guy came in fuckin’ HAAWWWWNGREH!!!”
HANSON
“Well a big congratulations to Dennis Stowand on his debut win and welcome to the New Frontier young man!”
Winner: Dennis Stowand
Result: Pinfall
Time: 14:38
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As the audience sits in waiting for the next piece of action, they are - instead - given the sound of WagakkiBand’s “Senbonzakura” filling the arena. The fast shamisen rhythm reverberating throughout as the crowd begins to boo. Without their usual lighting or special effects, SBS - The Super Bitch Squad - come walking out onto the stage. All three competitors - Masami Nishikiyama, Yuka Hirata and Kayako Kazama - as well as their manager, Kaede Tanabe. Everyone’s in their own variations of street clothes as they make their way down to the ring and each enter the way they normally do when entering for a match. Rather than performing their group circle chant, however, Kaede Tanabe simply walks over to the corner nearest the timekeeper and asks for four...yes, four...microphones. She keeps one for herself while handing each of the girls one as the music fades to a close.
All four of them look around as the audience boos mercilessly. They all have different reactions to the crowd. Kaede Tanabe couldn’t care less. She just rolls her eyes and waves dismissively. Yuka Hirata smirks; her black lips curling into a grin as she licks her teeth and nods in approval. Masami Nishikiyama just stands there, stoically watching and remains silent. And Kayako Kazama? Well….
“YOU SHOULD NOT BOO US!! YOU ARE VERY MEAN!!” She yells into the microphone, clutching it with both hands before lowering it and placing her fists on her hands. She pouts out her bottom lip and frowns at the audience.
This gets varying reactions of amusement from the other three. Yuka laughs. Kaede gives an ‘isn’t she adorable’ look and pats Kayako on the head which seems to cheer her up a bit. Masami actually cracks a sly grin.
Finally, Kaede Tanabe raises her microphone up, waving dismissively to the crowd. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Go on. Boo, boo, boo! How is it said in your country?” She taps an index finger to her chin, mocking thought then snaps her fingers in the air over her head. “You hate us...because you...ain’t us! Bitches!” She struts around the ring in her heels, eyeing the audience with her nose up at them. “You know it is true. What you see before you is the greatest...hungriest...collection of independent talent that Japan has to offer. They are not here to be ‘nice.’” She makes quotation marks with her free hand and does a dainty little dip with her knees, rolling her eyes. “They are not here to make friends. All they need - all WE need - is each other. Take a look in this ring, won’t you?” Kaede turns, motioning with her hand to the three girls with her.
“You have Masami-chan.” Kayako and Yuka casually move so Kaede can bring focus to the powerhouse of the group. Masami just stands there, scowling at the crowd. She rolls her neck but says nothing as Kaede circles her as if she’s presenting the woman for display. “Sheer technical prowess with power to boot! I would say that Masami-chan is the strongest woman on this roster. Maybe even stronger than some of you so called ‘men.’” Again, the quotation marks and a sassy nod of her head into the camera. “And if there is anyone who wishes to challenge that, please...do step up. Masami-chan will gladly humble you.”
Kaede steps back from the camera and struts on over to the next member of SBS. She smiles and gives a friendly, playful wave to Yuka Hirata as if to say ‘hi bestie!’ “And here...you have Yuka-chan! So early into her career yet her ferocity is unmatched! She cares not for ‘good sportsmanship’ or ‘putting on a good show’ for the people who wish they could be her...or even the people that wish they could have her.” Kaede motions down Yuka’s frame. Even in track pants and a tank top, her impressive and attractive figure is distinguishable where it matters. It helps that Yuka cracks a grin and turns to cock out her hips to the camera. She gives her butt a smack followed by the middle finger as Kaede continues. “The only thing Yuka-chan cares about is stepping into this ring and handling business. Getting the job done. Fighting. Hurting. Winning.”
Kaede takes a moment to consider her next words here, so Yuka raises her microphone up to her mouth, grinning coldly at the audience. “Kon'na kanjidesu! Dare mo watashitachi no reberude wa arimasen, guchi! Tatakaitainara suteppu appu!” She pauses and turns directly to the stage, pointing. “I kick...each...every one...of you fucking asses!” She lowers the mic, looking to Kaede with a smirk and a shrug. Kaede nods in approval and the two girls slap hands and fist bump before the blonde haired, tanned Japanese girl shifts on over to the final member of SBS. “And here, we have—”
“Oh! Oh!” Excited, Kayako cuts her off, bouncing on her toes with the microphone held in both hands. “Minasan, konbanwa!” Kayako bends forward just a little and waves to the crowd. She straightens again, bouncing on her toes and double hands the microphone once more. “Watashi wa Kazama Kayako! Koko ni ko rarete totemo tanoshīdesu!” Kayako bounces again, giggling excitedly. She goes to clap her hands but realizes she has the mic so she just starts slapping the microphone with one hand. It causes a thump thump thump thump thump thump which is all well and good until it starts causing a reverb that squeals loudly, causing the audience to all react. Even the rest of SBS cringe and cover their ears before Kaede sticks her hand over the microphone and says something to Kayako away from her own mic. Kayako goes wide eyed and cutely puts her fingers over her mouth. She pulls her mic from under Kaede’s hand and brings it up again. “Oh! Gomen'nasai!” She looks around at the audience with the most innocent little smile on her face.
Kaede puts an arm around Kayako’s shoulders, smiling as she raises her microphone up. “That is our dear sweet little Kaya-chan. Adorable. Sweet. Maybe a little naive. And somewhat reckless. But!” An index finger with a long pointed nail shoots up. “That is what makes her dangerous inside this ring. That recklessness. Kaya-chan strives to be the best that she can be and she will go to any lengths to achieve it. She will scratch, scrape and claw her way to victory. And if she must take to the skies?” She shifts her arm around Kayako and puts that hand on her head with a dark smile. “This sweet little bird will soar!”
Bouncing a little again, Kayako beams big and raises her microphone again. “How you say? Fry rike a eaguru!”
Kaede smiles adoringly and boops Kayako on the nose. When she turns back to the audience, however, she has that smug, arrogance about her once more. “Now then. Do not think us so self-centered that we just came here to talk about ourselves. You s--oh!” Kaede stops herself when she realizes something. “I almost forgot to introduce you all to...me!” She smiles with a hand going to her chest. “Please forgive, my rudeness. My name is Kaede Tanabe, but you can just call me Kae-chan!” Her smile drops as she reconsiders that and shakes her head. “Actually, no. Don’t. Tanabe-san to all of you losers.” Oh, yeah. The crowd hates this bitch. She doesn’t care, however. She just smiles and flips her blonde hair back over her shoulder. “You see, my besties here have entrusted me with guiding them to greatness in their career. I may not know wrestling specifically but I know business. I know money. I know talent. For example, I know that these ladies here?” She turns, motioning to Masami, Yuka and Kayako with her other hand. “They have talent! And athletes who have actual talent? That brings good business. And good business means….” She pauses and raises that empty hand up, making the ‘moola’ motion with her fingers over her head. “...It means money, honey. That’s my personal attraction here. Because face it...if you’re not interested in money, you’re playing yourself. I’ve been privileged enough to grow up as part of a rich family back home in Japan. To be frank, all of us were.” She motions to SBS again. “We went to the finest schools growing up. Received the finest education. The finest training in trades that we sought. My girls here dominated in their school clubs!” She gestures to Masami. “Powerlifting!” Then to Yuka. “MMA!” Then to Kayako. “Music! Oh yes! Kaya-chan is a performing idol back home; did you know?”
Kayako strikes an idol-like pose, kicking back one leg with her hands underneath her chin, beaming happily.
“And me?” She gives a scoffing chuckle, totally full of herself as she casts her gaze upward like she’s marveling over...herself. “I was President of the Fashion Club! I know good looks when I see them! And if I’m being honest?” She looks out throughout the crowd and makes a ‘yikes’ face. “I’d say some of you lovelies need to give Miss Kaede a call but you probably couldn’t afford my work anyway. So keep on spending those nine to five paychecks on tickets to come see us excel in things that you could only dream about. You’ll never have our talent. You’ll never have our money. And you will damn sure never have our looks.” As she says this last part, she turns to the side and shimmies her hips in her short, shimmering cocktail dress, running her hands over her curves on one side. She then motions the camera to come back up to her face. “Eyes up here, fuck boy.” She smirks again. “Trust me. I know the men here follow my twitter so they can get off to my pole dancing videos. Believe me, that’s about as close as any of you will ever get to having a bad bitch who looks as good as I do. Now! As I was about to say before, we didn’t just come here to talk about ourselves! So! I’m going to turn the floor over to my ladies here. They’ve got a few things they’d like to get off their chest. Sorry, boys. Not talking about their tops and bras!” She drops her microphone here, done with talking and saunters back over to stand beside Yuka.
“Kae-chan?” Kayako leans forward and looks past Masami and Yuka to Kaede. “Naze burajā o nugu nodesu ka?” Masami just puts a hand on her shoulder and shakes her head, saying something away from the mic. Kayako gives an ‘ohhhhhhh’ look like she gets it. Meanwhile, Yuka Hirata steps up with her microphone and curls a finger at the camera.
“Oi! You! Oide oide oide! You come here now.” The camera zooms in on her as the goth-punk hotheaded striker of SBS steps up. Yuka’s accent is considerably heavier than Kaede’s and she doesn’t have pronunciation with quite right yet. Her black lips curling back into a wicked grin. “This is message for bitches in Kingdom. This message for Brruudy Fairytairru. You remember us from rast time we come to En Eff Douberreyu. You beat us before we go back Japan. So we think...maybe...puroresuring not for us. Maybe we go home. Try other teengs. Masa-chan moderru. Kaya-chan go back to singing. But me?” She thumbs to herself and shakes her head with a bitter look of disgust on her face. “I refuse give up. I go back to resuring in Japan. I train hard. I terru myserruf ‘you can get better.’ But puroresu….” She pauses and shakes her head. “It not same without those you share with. It not same without friends. It not same without SQUAD!!” She shouts the last word as she steps back to stand next to Kayako and hangs an arm around the little gothic lolita dressed girl. “Korera no on'nanoko wa watashinokazokudesu. We stick together no matter what! Kind like...you. Chrissuteena Orruson...Ririth Mehdowssu. We attack you. Yes. But we admire your bond. You rike us. Rike sisters. What we do when come back...was not personarru. You want to be baddest bitches? You find other baddest bitches and you knock them down! So we….” She squeezes Kayako’s shoulder. The lolita dressed girl just smiles and waves happily to the camera, “...knock you down. We climb top of tag team mountain. Prymouth Rock Madness...your fairytairru...come to end. And Essu Bee Essu...become new Taggu Team Chanpionns!”
“Haaaaaaaah!!” Kayako exclaims into her microphone. “Watashitachi wa anata o uchi makashi, anata no torofī o ubau no o matsu koto ga dekimasen! Beat! You! Up!” She punches the air with one fist in an almost playful manner.
The crowd boos SBS as Yuka lowers her mic and stays beside Kayako. The boos and jeers just make her smile. Kayako sticks her tongue out at the audience. Masami Nishikiyama steps forward, wearing her full on track suit with the jacket unzipped, revealing a black sports bra underneath. The jacket sleeves are tugged up around her elbows. “You hate us. I can see it. We all can. Why? Because we take what we want?” Masami’s accent is thick but her pronunciation is well put. “Because we do not wait around for opportunities to come to us? We take them!” She almost shouts here before turning to her friends and motions to them, still addressing the audience. “Yuka-chan...Kaya-chan...they have been practicing...training...preparing...for their moment as a tag team unit. They will put their preparation to the test. They will demonstrate what they have learned. They will prove that they are the best tag team when they defeat Bloody Fairytale and become the new NFW World Tag Team Champions.”
Masami lets the audience get their boos in. They hate the Kingdom. They hate Bloody Fairytale. But in this ensuing war, they hate SBS more. Once they quiet down enough, she raises the microphone to continue. “That is not all the business we have for The Kingdom.” Masami says coolly as she turns towards the stage and leans on the top rope as she speaks into the microphone. “I will support Yuka-chan and Kaya-chan as they go into battle...but I will not sit idly by. I will set foot onto the field as well...as a true warrior should. There is another amongst The Kingdom who has proven worthy of our attention.” The crowd starts to stir with approval. They know who she’s talking about. “LLUVIA...CANE!!!” There it is. The crowd pops for the Cherokee Princess over the Queen of Brawn Style. “Cherokee Princess...Cherokee...Warrior!” Masami says and actually nods in approval to the crowd’s cheering. “Yes. I will not deny the truth. You have shown yourself to be a true warrior...each...and every time...you have entered a ring. In the history of the world however...the native warriors of the United States...and the samurai of Japan...they have never met on the battlefield. I propose...Lluvia-san...that WE change that. I would go so far...as to say that...I would be honored...if Lluvia-san...would meet me in the ring. November 19th...Plymouth Rock Madness...for the first match...of a Best of Seven series!”
The audience erupts into an excited roar as Masami lowers the microphone and spreads her arms out, stepping back. She’s letting Lluvia Cane know the fans want it before she brings the microphone back. “What...do you say...hmm? You like this idea...yes?” Masami actually smiles now, raising her eyebrows and nods towards the stage, addressing her would be opponent backstage. “Show me...Lluvia-san...that you are a true warrior. Face me...and allow me to show you humble defeat...just as Yuka-chan and Kaya-chan will do your friends in Plymouth. I know you will put on a worthy fight...all of you. But you will not defeat us. Because you are...bitches.” Before the crowd can boo, she raises a hand, asking for a second. “You are...bad bitches. But...we are….” She pauses as she holds her hand out to the side. Yuka, Kayako and Kaede all come in and put a hand over Masami’s. The four of them raise their mics to their mouths.
“ESS!! BEE!!ESS!!SUPER!!BITCH!!!!SQUAD!!! YOSH!!!” Their hands go up and they snap their fingers as their music resumes. All four girls drop their microphones and exit the ring, strolling right back up the way they came.
HANSON
“Wow!!! The World Tag Team Championship match AND a challenge laid out to Lluvia Cane for a Best of Seven series from Masami Nishikiyama?!”
AUGUSTINO
“This oughta be good! I hope she accepts!”
HANSON
“Does Lluvia seem like someone to back down from a challenge to you?”
AUGUSTINO
“True dat Nicky!”
Fade to commercial.
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Match #3. Singles Contest
Morgan Payne v. Angel Kash
As the music starts, the lights dim down leaving the arena in a darkened state as a police spotlight sweeps over the audience.
Yeah! Uhm. Look!
Pockets looking cakey like these bummy bitches make up
It's room service bitch, the game requested that it get waked up!
See all I see is paper like my secretary's staplers
So if this was yo job, then I'm thinkin' your about to get a pay cut!
This my lane so fuck road rage, fuck yo anger!
I swear they really wanna cuff this pretty young thing, like a bailiff!
Plus I'm cute
And I be killing games since way back when it was Sega!
I be repping Texas but I'm so Cali like a Laker
The spotlight finally falls on the top of the stairs where the camera falls on Morgan Payne, clad up in her full ring gear. Leather jacket, worn Steelers cap worn backwards. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to her sudden appearance among them. Some cheer her while others boo her in general principal of who she's affiliated with. Morgan doesn't care, obviously, as she looks around at the audience with a stoic expression that slowly curls into a sly smirk. She starts moving down the steps towards the ground level, briefly mouthing the lyrics into the camera as she descends the steps.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...representing The Kingdom! MORGAN...PAYNE!”
Yeah, yeah I'm kind of cocky
When it come to what I'm made of
Cause we, we ain't the same
And they don't want you from the waist up!
You the cookie cutter type and they call me the baker!
And all I see is numbers, numbers, numbers like a pager
I kill em and collect em
Watch me murder grass pesos
I swear you got to feel where the fuck I'm coming from like a taser
Cause if she fuck with me
Then not even the captain finna save her!
These bitches thinking they beefing
Fuck around and get fed, laid up!
Morgan moves down the steps as the camera stays with her. As she gets closer and closer to the bottom, she starts shaking out her fists at her side, loosening up for the upcoming match. As moves towards the barricade, fans on the ends of the aisles excitedly offer out their plastic cups of beer. At one point, Morgan randomly stops and accepts a cup from one fan and slams the entire thing back. She chugs down most of it with a little but dribbling down her chin and neck. She then tosses the cup over her shoulder, and gives daps to the fan she got the beer from. She continues her way down the stairs until she gets to the bottom. Now, her focus is honed in on the ring as she picks up the pace into a brisk, all business walk towards the barrier and hops right over it.
I be looking, looking, looking
I don't see no difference!
Cookie, cookie, cookie
All these cookie cutter bitches!
Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches
Oh cookie cutter bitches!
And I be looking, looking, looking
I don't see no difference!
Cookie, cookie, cookie
All these cookie cutter bitches!
Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches!
Oh cookie cutter bitches!
Morgan stalks her way around the ring as the song continues, before climbing up onto the apron and entering through the top and middle ropes where she then hops on the balls of her feet inside the ring, rolling her neck. She's so amped up, the referee has to make her stop while they check her gloves and kneepads before she removes her jacket, flannel shirt from around her waist and her Steelers cap, handing it off to the attendant on the outside. She squats and leans forward, resting her elbows on her thighs as she rocks side to side on her feet, ready and waiting....
The fans begin to boo loudly as "Superficial" by Heidi Montag hits over the public address system
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
As the lights dim and flash gold all over the arena, a lone spotlight forms at the entrance ramp as out from the back first steps Leroy with a stern look on his face. After a few moments, Todd walks out from behind him, looking nervous. As he claps within a few seconds in arrogant and exaggerated fashion, Angel Kash herself walks out as the fans boo loudly.
ARDEN
“Her opponent! Residing in The Hamptons, New York! She is the Trillion Dollar Princess...ANGEL...KASH!!”
Hoppin' out the maserati
All I see is paparazzi
Snapping pictures for the
Front cover of a magazine
So I pose in everything I wear
Love to make the people stare
Always center of attention
Lookin' so bootylicious
Angel blows an arrogant kiss to the fans before doing a series of arrogant poses at the top of the ramp. She then says something to Todd and Leroy as they first go ahead, before the arrogant rich blonde bombshell does an arrogant supermodel like strut down to the ring, taunting the fans as she walks by them, before rudely sticking out her hand, and flipping her hair arrogantly as she brushes past the fans, not letting them even come close to touching her. She makes her way up the ring steps with Leroy, holding her hand from the outside, as Todd is standing in front of her on the ring apron. Angel then points down as he holds the ropes for her; she enters and poses in the center of the ring as the fans boo loudly. After that, she lays on the top turnbuckle nonchalantly taunting the fans as Todd hands her a mirror and she admires her beauty.
As she did this, however, Morgan Payne ran in from across the ring, garnering an actual pop from the crowd as she plowed right into Angel Kash with a corner splash. Hastily the referee rang the bell.
~DING DING DING~
And Payne continued the assault, raining in shots with the right hand to Kash’s head, over and over and over. The referee began to start the count and Payne pulled Kash out of the corner by the hair and shoved her towards the center of the ring, coming out with a hard lariat from behind, sending the Trillion Dollar Princess into the mat. Payne beat on her chest with one hand and let out a blood curdling yell to the audience. Rage plastered on her face. Signs and custom made terrible towels with Morgan Payne’s name on them went up into the air.
CROWD
“BRING THE PAYNE!”
“BRING THE PAYNE!”
“BRING THE PAYNE!”
“BRING THE PAYNE!”
HANSON
“Morgan Payne is fired UP!”
AUGUSTINO
“Beat! Her Fucking! ASS, MOR!!”
As Angel Kash started to come out of her initial daze from Morgan’s relentless assault, she looked up to see the angry Kingdom member closing in on her slowly. Yelping out, the woman turned on her hands and knees, crawling for the ropes to try and escape but Morgan rushed forward and caught her by her waist. Angel Kash went wide eyed as she began screaming for her pair of assistants to do something as Morgan lifted her clear off the ground in a deadlift hold. Sneering like a woman possessed, Morgan arched back and delivered a Deadlift German Suplex to Angel Kash but held on rather than letting her go. Morgan lifted Kash again, switching grips and delivered a Gutwrench Suplex. Kash hit the mat hard but still Payne held on, getting to her feet and lifted Kash to her feet, switching positions once more and finished the combination with an Olympic Suplex, driving Kash into the mat and finally releasing her. Angel Kash rolled out of the ring, onto the floor as Morgan Payne came up onto one knee with a fire in her eyes.
AUGUSTINO
“Morgan’s had a rough week and she’s had to put up with a bit much of Angel Kash’s bullshit on top of it!”
HANSON
“I just hope she doesn’t let her temper get the better of her!”
As Angel Kash started getting up on the floor, Morgan Payne approached the ropes to pursue her opponent outside. Kash saw the opportunity, however and grabbed Payne by the feet, yanking them out from under her, scrambling and trapping her behind the apron. A trick she was becoming known for. With Morgan Payne trapped, Angel Kash proceeded to throw rapid slaps and forearms to the woman before digging at her eyes with her nails. This prompted the referee to lean out from under the top rope and began counting, warning Kash to cease the blatant dirty tactic. Kash obliged but only to look up at the referee and start arguing with her. Yelling to the referee about how she knew the rules. She ran this division. She should be listened to. Shaking her head, the referee stepped back to the center of the ring and started counting. Realizing she was about to be counted out, Angel Kash scrambled into the ring to save herself but urged the ref to keep counting as Morgan Payne slumped down to the floor, underneath the apron. Angel Kash urged the referee to count faster. The referee stopped to yell at Kash to let her do her job while Morgan Payne crawled out from under the apron and pulled herself back into the ring. Seeing this, Angel Kash shoved the ref out of the way and ran over to force Morgan onto her back for a cover, but the referee refused to count, instead, yelling at the blonde to not lay hands on her again or she’d be disqualified. Angel Kash, looking like ‘how dare you’ got back to her feet and slapped her hands, signaling the referee to count before giving a mock apology for touching her. She went for the cover again and the ref finally went for the count.
ONE!
TWO!
But Morgan Payne kicked out and Angel Kash looked up at the referee, blaming her for taking her time in getting down to count the pin for her opponent kicking out. As the two argued again, Morgan Payne got to her feet, pulling herself up on the ropes. Angel Kash stepped over quickly, grabbing her by the hair and yanked her down into a backbreaker. With Morgan down on the mat, Angel grabbed the ropes and started stomping away at her. Again, the referee began counting up towards five but Kash let go of the ropes and threw her hands up, rolling her eyes. She stepped in again as Morgan got to her feet and went for an Irish whip. To her surprise, though, Morgan Payne kept a hold of the woman’s wrist and stopped herself from running. This also ended up pulling Kash towards her and the crowd popped as Payne snatched her up into an MMA takedown and went right into a ground and pound. Showing an ever improving knowledge in her lessons from Jasmine Matthews, Morgan threw her lefts and rights in with deadly precision and Angel Kash clearly didn’t know how to cover up from this kind of offense. It took Morgan finally letting up on the assault and yelling to the crowd, fired up again. As Angel slowly got to her feet, she started yelling to the ref to disqualify Morgan for using closed fist punches. The referee tried to argue back that they were legal strikes but Angel Kash wasn’t having it. She kept on arguing, garnering boos from the fans. But Morgan Payne was poised and ready to strike when the opportunity presented itself. She waited until Angel Kash started to turn back around and came full speed out of the corner, going for the Tastes Like Timbaland Boot, Bitch! Morgan kicked up, her foot came out, Angel Kash’s eyes widened, she scurried out of the way, and Morgan’s boot drilled referee Yumi Akiyama right in the face, knocking the woman to the mat, violently.
HANSON
“OHHHHH MAN!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Why am I not surprised Kash did that? She knew the ref was standing there!”
HANSON
“Either way, Referee Akiyama is down and out! That was one hell of a KICK!”
Shocked and frustrated now, Morgan Payne turned back to Angel Kash who came running in for the Kash Flow. She ran in, jumped up and grabbed for Morgan’s head. Morgan Payne stepped in and went low, catching Angel on her shoulders in a pop-up hold, and countered with a sitout spinebuster! The crowd was behind the “lesser of the two evils” in this match as Morgan got to her feet and ripped her cropped t-shirt off (she had her ring gear sports bra on underneath of course) and flung it over the ropes with a fired up yell again. She stepped over to Angel Kash and grabbed her by the hair, pulling the groggy woman up to her feet. Morgan Payne lifted Kash up across her shoulders, setting up for ‘Dahntahn After Dahk.’
HANSON
“Ohhhhh here we go!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeeeeeeaaaah!!!! YINZ GOIN’ DAHNTAHN N’AT?! BREAK HER FUCKING---”
Miranda Augustino was cut off as the lights went out in the arena, leaving them in pitch black darkness. A thump in the ring could be heard which was obviously Morgan Payne letting go of Angel Kash and the blonde hitting the mat as everyone wondered what the hell was going on. When the lights came back on, the crowd erupted with a roar, trying to bring Morgan’s attention to behind her. She was already looking around but she didn’t see BRONWYN GOOD hunched down behind her, ready and waiting. When she turned around, though, Salem’s Forgotten Daughter came up with a handful of Magic Powder and flung the red substance right into her face. As soon as Morgan started wiping at her eyes frantically, Bronwyn dropped down and rolled out of the ring. Seeing the opening and quickly getting over the sight of the creepy woman that just appeared out of nowhere, Angel Kash was more concerned with capitalizing as she ran in and nailed Morgan with the Kash Flow! By now, Referee Akiyama was starting to come to as Kash yelled for her to get over and count the pin. Kash covered Morgan, positioning herself over Morgan’s face which was smudged with the red powder, hiding the evidence from the referee who crawled over and counted.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! ANGEL...KASH!!”
AUGUSTINO
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
HANSON
“A victory for Angel Kash with the help of Bronwyn Good! I don’t think Good meant for it to actually be a kindness to Kash, though!”
Regardless of how it came about, Angel Kash was on her feet and celebrating her victory with an arrogant smile, strutting cockily around the ring and bidding the crowd to put all eyes on her. The referee took a moment to tend to Morgan Payne, calling for water to pour over her face. She saw the residue of the powder but the damage was done. Bronwyn Good was already gone from sight, having slipped away and Angel Kash was strutting back up the ramp, yelling at the camera to stay on her as she made her victory walk.
Winner: Angel Kash
Result: Pinfall
Time: 12:37
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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 western 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."
He 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."
Once again be moves 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."
He finally comes 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."
Anton kneels in the middle of the circle and starts to chant.
“O Xaphan sapientes et intelligentes. Peto consilium sapientiamque tuam. Et propter Susurrat aure quaerere, et revocavit me. Peto ut venias, et flammas super inimicos tuos fan.”
Anton then crosses himself in reverse before standing. 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 faces the north.
"Hail Belial. Lord and Master of Earth. I thank thee for
being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."
He finally turns back to the east.
"Hail Leviathan. Lord and Master of Water. 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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Match #4. Singles Contest - KRIGARE CHALLENGE
Eavan Maloney v. TBA?
The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about fifteen seconds as the opening of "Warrior" by Disturbed plays. Eavan Maloney walks out in a long leather duster and steampunk goggles on her head, her hand above her eyes to look out at everyone. As she walks down the ramp, she continues scouring the crowd, stoic, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She is obviously not in a good mood as she looks around at everyone and asks for a microphone.
“So, um, forgive my sullen mood. For the first time since I arrived in New Frontier, the last place I wanted to be is in this ring tonight. Nothing against any of you, nothing against the roster or management or any of that sort. It’s just… with change comes isolation. Sometimes when you remove the toxicity from your life that’s been around for over two years, and you start to see what little you have left. You start second-guessing yourself as to whether it was a good idea in the first place.”
Eavan paces around the ring, shaking her head.
“Shit starts messing with your mind, and I was very close to contacting Santiago and Brody and saying thanks for the ride, but I’m getting off. I started to feel like the business was a waste of time, that perhaps it was my time to pull up stakes and either wrestle elsewhere, or go back to New Jersey and put the wrestling career behind me. See, that’s sadly how mental illness works. You can have the world supporting you when you’re up, but you forget about those very same people when you’re down, and I’m sorry, but it fucking sucks. Lost a few good people in my life because of it, and with each small advancement, regression is still very much a part of my life. And it’s draining. Not just on me, but on others. I don’t blame a single person who had to say ‘you know what, I can’t deal with this anymore’ and walked away. Blocked my number and my social media accounts. You did it for you, and I can appreciate that. So, let’s just get this match over with so I can get to NYC.”
As Eavan paces the ring, a referee and a couple of agents come out and get Eavan’s attention. One can be seen waving his arms to his side. Eav pulls back into the ring.
“You’re telling me NOBODY wanted to fight me tonight? Fine. The Krigare Challenges are now officially canceled. Next time anyone sees my face in an NFW ring is when I face Rick Dickulous for the Silver Mountain title in two weeks. I’m fucking out of…”
Suddenly the arena speakers burst to life with the sound of a slow clap, as the NFW logo on the Tron is replaced by an image of Rick Dickulous sitting, staring out from the screen, clapping. He's wearing his singles gear - evidenced by his tight white shirt sporting a Canadian flag, the words "I'M AN....EH HOLE!" bordering it top and bottom. The Silver Mountain Championship rests across his chest and drapes over his shoulder. As he stops clapping, he looks down at the ring with a smile.
"Eavan, Eavan, Eavan. Wasn't it you a couple of weeks ago who called me out for having contractual holidays as...what was it...an "excuse"? Come on now."
"Now, don't get me wrong here; mental health problems are a bitch. I know...second-hand. See, my father dealt with crippling depression and anxiety after leaving NFW back in the mid 2000s. There were days - no, WEEKS when he would sit around the house, not showering, not eating, and basically wishing he were dead. Since I'm not in your head, I have no idea whether or not you're at the point of wishing you could take a bath with your toaster."
Rick smiles down at the ring - an actual genuine smile.
"See, this is where most other competitors would jump all over you, make you feel like shit, make you cry, or try to hurt you. But see, I'm not them."
"No, Eavan...unlike a lot of the other unmentionables around here, I'm much more understanding. Maybe that's a fault, maybe it's not...but here's all I have to say to you...."
Rick's smile fades as he continues to stare down at the ring.
"14 more days, Eavan...14 more days until you learn that hopes and dreams don't win titles...perseverance, dedication, and ability do."
"I'll see you at Plymouth Rock Massacre, Eavan...and come November 19th, when you're laying there counting the lights? Remember fo divide your count by at least two, because I guarantee you'll be seeing at LEAST double by the time James' hand slaps down for the third time. Remember what I said on Twitter: there have been 305 deaths on the way up the highest mountain, come November 19th, it'll be 306...sorry, not sorry."
The video cuts out and the camera switches back to Eavan Maloney standing in the ring, staring hard and determined up at the video wall as the shot fades out.
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With a sudden, ominous musical tone, the camera opens on a spotlight inside an otherwise pitch black room. A feminine figure sits on a chair under the light, dressed in all black clothing. Bootcut jeans, boots, a tanktop and a hooded leather jacket. Her head is down but two things give away her identity. The familiar bandaging around her still healing hand and the white leather strap with silver plating of the NFW Women’s Television Championship hanging over her shoulder. Across her knee, rests the black WWH Demolition Championship. This, of course, is none other than NFW’s resident loose cannon of the women’s division, Angel Kusanagi.
The camera slowly pans in on the woman as she sits in the chair with her head down. We hear her speak but it is in the form of a voice over. Not Angel actually speaking from her chair. She speaks in Japanese but violet colored subtitles appear at the bottom of the screen, fading in then dissolving out as she finishes each phrase.
“I was not always...like this. Angry….”
A quick flash shows a closeup of Angel in her ring entrance gear, glaring at us from under her hood. After each flash shot, it cuts back to her sitting in the chair.
“Hateful….”
Flash cut to Angel’s hands as one wraps the other in her purple combat tape. She clenches both taped fists together and we see one - in slow motion - slam into a punching bag, knocking the dust off of it.
“I had a reason to smile….”
Another flash shows Angel - a young Angel - about ten years old, sitting at a dining room table inside a Japanese style home. It looks like it’s coming from a home video camera. The wiry built, white haired girl looks up at the camera from a large birthday cake. Beside her is another girl almost the spitting image of her, with the exception of black hair. In other words, she looks more ‘normal’ than Angel. Yet there is something about the girl beside Angel. Something in her eyes. A special kind of innocence. Naivety. Both girls smile to the camera while the black haired girl leans in and hugs Angel around the neck with a huge happy smile on her face.
“Onee-chaaaaaan!”
This word carries and echoes as the shot freezes on the practically identical girls embracing in a way that says, right away, what their relationship is. Sisters. Twins.
“There’s someone in this world...someone that I actually care about. Someone that I would fight for. Kill for. Die for. She is the reason...I fight.”
A quick series of flash cuts shows some of the more brutal moments throughout Angel’s career in her NFW tenure. In chronological order, we see:
Angel hitting a running enziguri on Morgan Payne, knocking the woman off the turnbuckle. Payne lands on her head on the outside floor. We hear the echoing of Nick Hanson’s “OH MY GOD!!!”
Next shot shows a clip from before Angel and Shelley Silver became friends and a team. Their match in the 2018 Queen of the Ring. The two women trade vicious shots back and forth but the cuts focus specifically on Angel laying into Shelley mercilessly. Her stiff forearms, her brutal penalty kick, her sliding lariat.
“Family...drives people to go beyond their limits.”
We see quick flash cuts of Angel playing her part in The Unwanted versus Sex & Violence at Gang Warfare. Hitting a cannonball senton into a chair leaning against TyAnna Jupiter. Laying into Futura Soli with a kendo stick over. And over. And over. And over. Playing a major part in suplexing Lara Blackheart through a table with light tubes on top of it, which ended up putting herself in danger as well. James Reynold’s voice echoes. “YOU’VE GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!!”
“It motivates people like me to never give up.”
We see a series of flashes of the first meeting between Angel Kusanagi and Eavan Maloney. The hard hits back and forth, the multiple Steel Feathers delivered to Eavan Maloney, but still Eavan locks in the Krigare and makes Angel pass out. Eavan raises the Women’s Tv “Warrior” Title high overhead proudly, tongue out like she used to do. Angel sulks away, in defeat, away from the ring.
“When you have something to fight for….a warrior gets back up….”
We see a clip from the Queen of the Frontier. Angel Kusanagi versus Eavan Maloney in their block match. Again, Eavan defeats Angel, this time by pinfall. Angel is seen under a black and white filter, during her post-match interview where she trashed the backstage area, tipping the water and beer over. The final glimpse of this shot, shows Angel fuming at the camera.
Back under the spotlight, in her chair, and street clothing, Angel’s bandaged hand clutches the Women’s Tv Title.
“...and they come back harder than before….”
The next series of shots shows the fateful Women’s Television Title match that brought Angel where she is today. Quick flashes of Angel and Eavan Maloney just laying into each other. Beating the absolute hell out of one another. Angel hits Boseki Driver and gets the pin. Roger Arden’s voice echoes. “--your winner!! Aaaaaaaand NEEEEEEEEEEWWWW---” A sweaty, bruised Angel Kusanagi, sobs heavily, hugging the title against her. Flash cut to Eavan Maloney hugging her around the neck.
“...I am a simple person…. I do not think twice about what I want to do to the other person inside that ring. Most of them are just another name. Someone who wants to take what is mine. I have already lost one….”
Another flash cut shows a brief moment of Angel Kusanagi sitting in the same clothing, in a locker room, black and white, staring down at a picture of the same girl that can be guessed to be her twin sister.
“I will not lose what is mine again….”
The next series of clips shows recaps of Angel’s defenses of the Women’s Tv Title so far. She drops Jasmine Matthews with the Boseki Driver. She nails Cali-Kate with the Steel Feather. She drops Angel Kash with another Steel Feather. She slides in and forearms Cali-Kate off of Angel Kash with barbwire to steal the pinfall. After this, it’s different clips of her holding the defended title, sweaty, crazy eyed, fired up.
“But this one...she is not like the others….”
Another flash cut shows a brief clip of one of Danni Anderson’s segments. The loveable English girl smiles sweetly and waves at the camera. “Hello! My name is Danni!”
Cutting back to Angel in the chair, under the light, she brings up her other hand and holds her head in it, looking to be in despair of some sort.
“She doesn’t deserve the anger...the hatred...the ruthlessness….”
Quick shots show Angel hitting her past opponents with stiff shots, choking them with her boot in the corner. Kneeing them over and over in the head. Smacking them with chairs and kendo sticks. Fish hooking them and biting bloody foreheads. The suggestive...sexual taunting.
“This one...she reminds me of her….”
Another old footage clip shows a home video camera of the two twins together. Angel is on her knees, tying the shoe laces of the black haired twin who looks up with an adorable smile and waves. “Ima made de saikō no imōto ga imasu!”
“How do you fight someone who reminds you of someone you love so dearly?”
Another flash cut shows Danni Anderson in her promo, smiling to sweetly at the camera. After that, we see Angel’s fingers brush over a photograph of her and her sister, Tsuki, together.
“I suppose we will see when we get to that point. When that bell rings.”
Angel grips her NFW Women’s Tv Title. She stands up under the spotlight, holding it on her shoulder and the WWH Demolition Title in her other hand at her side. She turns and walks out from under the spotlight, away from the camera, disappearing in the pitch black darkness before the light shuts out and the scene goes black….
The shot opens back up again to present time. A split screen shows Danni Anderson on one side, Angel Kusanagi on the other, both headed towards the ring from backstage from their locker rooms. Danni is all smiles, waving sweetly and greeting those she passes. All of them, mostly staff members, greet her back. On Angel’s side, the woman walks with her head down, intense. Both of her titles are strapped crossways over her chest. The Women’s TV Title faces the front while we only see the back of the black Demolition Title from WWH, as the center plate is obviously across her back. The title of focus is the Women’s TV Title which is going on the line in just a few moments as the shot fades to a commercial break….
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Match #5. Singles Contest For The Women’s Television Championship
Angel Kusanagi © v. Danni Anderson
The lights dim until they’re off and the kick-start introduction of “Overtime” by Cash Cash begins to resonate from the PA system. Pink lights begin to flash to the beat of the music
“GET DOWN!”
Suddenly, a spotlight shines on the entrance. Through the curtains, Danni Anderson cartwheels and lands in a cool crouching tiger-esque pose on the entrance. The fans cheer for the Pink Sugarplum Fairy and even move to her music.
“GET UP AGAIN!"
Danni hops up, bounces from foot to foot, and claps along with the beat of the music. This builds the energy of the fans and she smiles brightly.
ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship! Introducing first! From Santa Monica, California, she is the challenger. “The Pink Sugarplum Fairy”...DANNI...ANDERSON!!”
“Come on, come on, move!
Get down! Get up again!
Work it, do it overtime!”
She dances along the ramp, tags a few fans, spins around, and hops up and down.
“Get down! Get up again!
Come on, come on, right! to! down!”
Right on cue, Danni flips into a low dance-like pose and the fans cheer her on. She then hops onto the ring apron, turns with her back towards the ropes, places her hands along the top rope, and she backflips into the ring with style. There’s an extra burst of cheers and applause from the fans as she claps her hands for everyone in attendance and bounces with excitement.
“Get up again! Work it, do it overtime!”
She does a cute little dance in the ring, spins around, and she blows kisses for the fans. She throws peace signs with both hands before she hops back to her corner and embraces the fans’ approval. The lights come back on and the music fades.
The arena goes completely dark as the opening guitar strums are heard. When the riff and beat picks up, the lights around the stage take on a flashing strobe effect. Smoke fills the entryway as the word KUSANAGI appears up on the video wall in the form of purple broken glass.
Umarekawaru no sa bōn again!
Let’s fly high like a butterfly!
Yoku ni obore wana ni hamari
Teashi ni karamu tsumi no ito
Karamitsuku Crime!
From the curtain, Angel Kusanagi bursts out, throwing it aside as she jogs out onto the stage in her fighter’s robe and her hands taped up. Strapped across her chest in an X are two title belts. Her Demolition Title faces towards the back but the NFW Women’s Television Championship is proudly displayed over her chest, facing the front. It is this title which she gives a slap to the center plate of. Angel slows to a steady stroll as she paces on the stage, looking around at the crowd from under her hood.
Kingyo no sukui no ami no yō ni
Moroi hane wa namida no shizuku de yaburete yuku
Yabure chatte Cry
Angel kneels down on both knees, bringing her hands up in a prayer form at the top of the stage.
Iyashī doku kumo ni
(Hane no nai chō nante imi nai ji o hau nezumi to kawarinai)
Kokoro made okasarete
(Disu world wa hikari sae nai Can’t stop koware yuku my mind)
Imasara ana-darake no hane de kuyamu no
(Mune o hareyo omae koso ga batafurai)
As the chorus to the song starts, Angel balls her hands up into fists and taps the sides of her head before bursting up to her feet and throwing a kick to the air as purple and white pyro goes off on either side of her. She starts her approach to the ring.
Dekiru kotonara mōichido
(Chinohate made ōvu~ā drive yeah)
Kono kodō kizamitsuke tobitai no (fly high)
kanashiki batafurai sono mi terasu hitosuji no hikari netami sora o niramu
ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Osaka, Japan! She is the NFW Women's Television Champion! ANGEL...KUSANAGI!!”
Angel reaches the ring, running and sliding in under the bottom rope where she pops up onto one knee in the center. After a pause, moves to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, unclasping the Women’s TV Title and holding it high over her head as she pulls her hood back. Her hair is tied back in a short bun with the bangs left to flow at the side. Angel climbs down to the mat, handing the Women’s TV Title off to the referee before unclasping her other belt, removing her robe and handing those to the ringside attendant. She stares across the ring at Danni Anderson with a mixed reaction of intensity and...almost sadness it seems.
~DING DING DING~
As the bell rings, both women come out of their corners. Angel Kusanagi looks ready to go somewhat. Danni Anderson is all sweet smiles and offers her hand out to the usually intimidating Japanese woman. As has been seen in the days leading up to the match, however, Danni is far from intimidated. Angel gives her no reason to be here, though, as she just reaches out and takes the woman’s hand and gives it a respectful squeeze. This pleases Danni and she turns to the crowd, playing to the fans with a hand going up.
“OOH RAH!!!!”
CROWD
“OOOOH RAAAAH!!!!”
Danni spins back around, still smiling, and faces Angel. The Japanese woman, rather than rush in and attack blindly with anger like she does other taunters, just stands there and closes her eyes. She appears to be collecting herself.
HANSON
“What is going on with Angel Kusanagi? She been acting strange to you these past few days?”
AUGUSTINO
“A little. She ain’t as fucking GRRRR!!! ARRRRRGH!!!”
Finally, the two women begin circling the mat, watching each other. As Danni goes for a lockup, Angel swooped in around and behind her, rolling her up for a School Boy. The crowd gasps as the defending champion rolls her up tight and the ref quickly drops down.
ONE!
TWO!
But Danni kicks out and spins around on her knees to look at Angel with a look of surprise. She can actually be heard going “Heeeeey!” There’s a mixture of boos and cheers towards Angel for her sneaky attempt as the woman just sits there with her eyes closed again and runs her hand down her face, stopping over her mouth. She is struggling with this match for some reason. When she turns to face Danni, the Sweetheart Esper has her fists on her hips and gives an angry yet adorable pout her way, as if wanting an explanation...or an apology. Angel stares back at the woman with the realization in her eyes that this is going to have to be a full on contest. Danni stares back and reiterates her posture with a huff. “C’mon! Let’s wrestle!” She can be heard saying and gets back to her feet, beckoning Angel forward. Angel slowly gets to her feet and the two circle again. This time they lock up. Angel manages to twist Danni’s arm up in a wrist lock but as Danni lets out that initial sound of discomfort and pain, Angel falters a little but before she can catch herself, Danni slips out and reverses it into a waistlock. Danni quickly transitions it into a headlock but before she can capitalize, Angel shoves her forward to get free. Danni comes off of the ropes and Angel goes for a spinning heel kick. Danni runs right into the woman’s foot and drops down on the mat. An emphatic “ooooh” can be heard from some of the crowd and Angel, after watching the red haired woman on the mat with what, shockingly, looks like regret in her yes, drops down to go for a cover again.
ONE!
TWO!
Danni kicks out again and rolls away from Angel who puts her hands up on her head, already getting frustrated. As Danni pulls herself up in the corner, Angel gets to her feet and advances on her. She spins the woman around and presses her back into the corner where she cocks her hand back for a stiff chop. As soon as she sees Danni brace for it though, she hesitates again. Angel does go for it after a second but Danni sees the hesitation and when Angel’s chop comes flying, she gives her the juke underneath it. With Angel’s back to her, Danni delivers a stiff Rabbit Punch to the back of Angel’s neck, knocking her into the corner. She spins Angel around and starts pressing the offense with repeated rights to the Japanese woman. As soon as the referee orders her to break it up, however, Danni Anderson immediately steps back with her hands up. She can be seen sincerely apologizing to the referee as Angel shakes the daze out of her head in the corner.
AUGUSTINO
“If Angel doesn’t stop fucking around, she’s gonna get her ass kicked. Just saying!”
HANSON
“I don’t know what’s going on with her--oh wait!”
No sooner than Nick Hanson speaks, Angel explodes out of the corner and goes for a lariat on Danni. But Danni slips underneath and springs off of the turnbuckle, coming back with a crossbody splash onto Angel and hooks a leg underneath her arm, against her side.
ONE!
TWO!
Angel kicks out! Danni doesn’t get upset over it and instead, she stands and turns her back to Angel. She immediately hits a Standing Moonsault and goes for another cover but Angel pushes her off as before the referee can even start the count. Angel rolls out of the ring to catch her bearings but she barely has time to do so as Danni comes running in with a Torpedo Plancha, slamming Angel into the barricade but Danni lands, impressively, on her feet and gets another “OOH RAH” out of the crowd. Once she realizes she’s out of the ring and the referee is beginning to count, however, Danni is quick to throw Angel back inside the ring and climb onto the apron. As Angel gets to her feet, Danni pulls back on the ropes and hops over the top rope and comes down on the second rope, springing back to deliver SPARKLY driving the back of Angel’s head right into the mat. Danni goes for another cover….
ONE!
TWO!
But Angel’s shoulder shoots up again. Again, Danni doesn’t get frustrated but as she picks Angel up onto her feet and whips her into the ropes, Kusanagi comes off and back at Danni who goes for a Shotei Palm Strike but Kusanagi dips underneath to avoid it and kips forward, coming back at Danni with a Handspring Cutter with propels the Pink Sugarplum Fairy back onto the mat with a bit of an insane rebound. Angel takes a moment to collect her thoughts again before going for Danni with less reserve now. Rather than pulling her up by the hair how she normally did, the woman pulls her opponent up by her arm but Danni surprises her and the crowd with a sudden European Uppercut that rocks Angel backwards. Angel stumbles, holding her jaw but it’s here that she seems to realize that Danni is just as serious about this as anyone else. That she can dish it out like the best of them. So Angel rolls her jaw and shakes out her hand as Danni looks ready to take a shot back. Angel wraps a hand around the back of Danni’s head, looks hesitant for a second but drives a forearm square into the girl’s jaw with an audible thwack that garners an emphatic sound from the audience.
HANSON
“OHHHHHH those shots!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“You can hear that shit! I think Angel’s losing whatever reserve she had in this match!”
Danni rubs her jaw, blinking through the pain and comes back with a stiff knife edged chop across Angel’s chest. A loud SMACK resonates through the arena as Angel cringes and brings up a hand. She clenches her fist then, takes a deep breath and comes back at Danni with another forearm. THWACK! Danni stumbles back into the ropes, looking rocked again and Angel pauses with her fists up. She lowers them just a bit and beckons Danni to bring it. Almost begging her to stay strong and come back with more. She seems to need it but not in a malicious or dark manner. Angel wants Danni to give her everything she has. Pushing off of the ropes, Danni steps in and with a loud “OOH RAH” she chops Angel across the chest so hard, the Japanese woman staggers back, wincing from the pain and drops to a knee with her hand on her chest where Danni chopped.
Now it’s Danni who’s beckoning Angel to bring it back to her. Not angry, mind you, but fired up still and wanting everything Angel has. “Come on! One hundred percent!” Nodding with her eyes closed again as if she’s facing an inner conflict, Angel stands up and steps back over to Danni, feeding her another forearm. Danni answers back with another chop. Angel gives her another forearm. Danni answers back with another chop. Forearm. Chop. Forearm. Chop. Forearm. Chop. Forearm. Chop. Forearm! Chop! Forearm! Chop! Forearm! Chop! Forearm! CHOP!!
With a final chop to Angel’s chest, Danni knocks the white haired woman back. Danni comes off of the ropes then as Angel steps back for another forearm but BIG-BADA-BOOM!!! Danni’s knee clips Angel right across the jaw. The crowd erupts as Angel staggers back. She wavers...wobbles...and falls back to the mat on her back. Danni goes wide eyed with excited realization and begins playing to the crowd again, pumping her arm. She climbs to the top turnbuckle, facing the crowd. Danni lets out one more “OOH RAH” with her hands cupped around her mouth before taking flight. She comes off of the turnbuckle, rotating twice through the air backwards, going for the A.D.H.D and lands right on Angel’s raised knees. The crowd erupts again at the counter from the champion as Danni holds her ribs and reels on the mat. It takes Angel a moment to get up but she makes it over to Danni and pulls her up onto her feet, setting her up for what looks like a powerbomb but transitions it into the setup for the Boseki Driver. She hesitates again for a second, knowing the damage this move can give and that hesitation costs her as Danni manages to break free by countering it into a Headscissors takedown. Angel rolls across the mat and scrambles to get up. As she does, Danni comes running in for another Big-Bada-BOOM but just as she looks about to connect, Angel just barely manages a sidestep. Danni catches her balance and turns around to face Angel again. At the same time, Angel has pivoted on one foot and catches Danni - WHACK - with the Steel Feather. Danni spins with her back to Angel, out on her feet for a second before she starts to crumple to the mat. Angel immediately throws her entire body over the woman but, oddly, seems to be cradling her head in an apologetic embrace as the referee drops to the mat.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner and STILL the NFW Women’s Television Champion! ANGEL...KUSAAAANAGIIIIIII!!”
As “Like A Butterfly” plays over the PA system, Angel Kusanagi stays over Danni in the manner she pinned her in. Upon closer observation, the woman’s shoulders appear to be shaking as she sobs over Danni. She doesn’t even bother reaching for the championship at first as the referee brings it over to her. Instead, she just sits there over Danni, cradling the woman’s head with tears streaming down her face. Even as Danni starts to come to, she’s confused as to why Angel’s even crying.
“Tsukichan gomen'nasai! Mōshiwakearimasen! Aishiteruyo, imōto!”
HANSON
“My god is she...is she okay?”
AUGUSTINO
“I...I have no idea, Nick. I hope so! You speak Japanese?”
HANSON
“Not enough….”
As Danni starts to come to more, Angel looks up and finally releases her. She seems to realize where she is as the referee hands her the Women’s Tv Championship. The woman takes it and makes a sudden exit from the ring where she grabs her other belt and makes for the ramp. No longer sobbing but tears still visible on her face. Angel Kusanagi does not celebrate tonight’s victory in her usual manner. She, instead, makes a hasty exit up the ramp and disappears through the curtain while Danni Anderson takes the opportunity to thank some fans for their support during the match before running up the ramp with a sense of purpose. Is she going after Angel? We don’t know. We fade out to a commercial….
Winner: Angel Kusanagi (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 18:49
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We go to the back where Griffin Hawkins is sitting against the wall in his locker room, the NFW World Heavyweight Title on his lap.
"In life...we all have many choices...some good, some bad. I've made my fair share of wrong ones...not exactly ones I'm proud of. But I took my lumps like a man and stood up and moved on. I'm smarter now than I was then..."
He tilts his head back, continuing.
"But when I see someone like Vincent Stone, I see myself. I see the same fire in his eyes that I had in mine. The one thing I always wanted to do, was wrestle. I wanted to be like my idols growing up...and he wanted the same thing, you could say we're kindred spirits in a way. I respect Vincent...most cocky young guys like him only sees this business as making money...getting laid..getting famous, but he's not like that. That I can respect..."
He slowly gets up, holding the title.
"But now...he is my opponent. While I see him as a friend, as someone I can identify with...in that ring, I have no friends, just enemies. On my road to facing Max Lebrun...I come across Vincent Stone, a man who is looking to make a big splash on the international stage after his tour of the indies. Can I beat him? It's possible. Can he beat me? It's possible as well. This is a match where anyone could lose...but I'll be damned if it's me. I really don't got a problem with you Vincent, and hopefully after this, our friendship will still be intact. But are you willing to lay it all on the line? I know for damn sure I am...let's get rocked."
He walks off as the cameras go back to ringside.
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The camera switches backstage and the crowd pops as the gorgeous, fiery haired Erin Mercer is seen walking down the hallway. As expected from the woman, she’s decked out in a band shirt - Amon Amarth this week as well as short black boots, fishnet leggings, a black leather miniskirt and a leather jacket. Her red hair flows freely behind her shoulders as she walks, looking rather somber more than anything. She stops at a door marked with Vincent Stone’s nameplate and wraps her knuckles across the surface. We hear a muffled “come in.” Erin twists the knob and walks into the locker room. The camera follows her in and we see Vincent Stone sitting on the bench, adjusting his kickpads. He looks up and gives just the faintest smile.
“Oh. Hey, E.” He says in greeting before going back to his gear.
“Sup!” Erin comes over and plops down next to her “BGFF” (Best Guy Friend Forever). She looks the man over, detecting that he’s still bummed about what transpired over this past weekend. “Hey.” She nudges him with an elbow. “C’mon, don’t do that shit. You make me feel like our little talk on the phone did nothing to make you feel better.”
Vince sits up but just stares ahead with a low sigh. “No...no, it helped. Just...I don’t know. Seems like everytime I got something going good for me, it just….” He shrugs his hands up and drops them on his lap. “It’s like it just goes to shit and out of my control. I feel like it was a lesson, though. A sign maybe. I should probably just focus on my career.”
“Really?” Erin raises a surprised eyebrow at her friend’s reaction. “You’re over it that quickly?”
Stone shakes his head. “No, no. Hell no. It’s gonna sting for awhile, but what else am I gonna do? I’ve got a match against the World Champion tonight. I’m looking at trying to get booked in more places. I can’t let personal shit interfere with my livelihood.”
Understanding his point, Erin nods and lets it be known through her expression. “Truuuue. Still though, I mean the way it all went down? Kinda fucked up, dude. Shit’s gonna have me sour at her for awhile. Nobody fucking does that to my boy.” Erin slugs him gently in the shoulder. Stone smiles and gives her a fist bump. “So you ready to rock the house with THE Griffin Hawkins tonight?”
Vince nods, locking his fingers together and rolls his wrists. “Dude, I’ve been waiting for this match ever since he signed. Even before he became champion. You know I love a good fight.”
“That you do.” Erin nods, smirking.
“And if I pin him--”
“When, you mean.”
“Hey, c’mon. Trying to be humble here.”
“Be humble but be confident!”
“Fine fine. When I pin him...I get that golden opportunity. No romance drama or sour breakup or...any other kinda bullshit is gonna fuck up my head for that. Kicks and stones, right?”
“Kicks and stones.” Erin repeats and fist bumps Vince again. “But...don’t break any bones, necessarily, tonight. We like Griff.”
“Oh yeah, totally! No broken bones. Bruised maybe, but not broken.” He looks at the camera and finds his smirk again as he pulls his hood up on his entrance vest. “Seeya out there, Griff.” He gets up from the bench and walks out of the frame. Erin watches him go with an admiring smile as the shot cuts away.
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Match #6. Singles Contest
Griffin Hawkins v. Vincent Stone
"Downfall" begins to play and the lighting dims, taking a white and hint of blue effect around the arena. At the point where the lyrics begin, Vincent Stone throws the curtain open and comes walking out onto the stage. At first, he walks to either end of the stage, acknowledging the fans and pointing out ones who are wearing his merchandise or holding a sign for him in appreciation. Finally, he walks to the center of the stage at the head of the ramp and beats on his chest with one fist, throwing his head back with a pumped up yell, timed with the point of the song where the singer screams. Stone then twists around once and throws a punch at the air, causing his pyro to explode on either side of him as he walks towards the ring.
ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds! He is...THE AMERICAN SAMURAI...VINCEEEEEEEENT...STOOOOOOOONE!!!!"
He slaps a few hands on one side of the ramp with one hand, but his main focus is on the opponent in the ring. His face says it all: he's ready for a fight and he doesn't fear them. Stone stops by the steps, usually pausing to let a parent take a selfie with him and their kid. He puts one arm around the kid and raises his fist up under their chin with a playful smirk before turning serious again and ascending the steps, climbing to the top turnbuckle from the outside. Stone pauses to look around at the crowd before extending his arms out to the side, fists clenched, then bringing them in for a Shinto prayer. After this, he hops down from the turnbuckle, landing in a roll inside the ring, popping up onto his feet in the center of the ring. He backs up towards his corner, promptly removing his beanie and shirt, tossing them into the crowd before proceeding to hop on the balls of his feet, rolling his wrists.
The lights turn colors from Red to Green to various other colors as "Painkiller" by Judas Priest to fill the air. Fog fills the stage, and emerging from it is none other than Griffin Hawkins!
ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for the NFW World Undisputed Champion, Griffin Hawkins!!"
The crowd is cheering as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.
He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.
~DING DING DING~
Griffin and Vincent stood in their corners as the bell sounded. The two men came out and bumped fists before backing up and circling around before they finally locking up. Griffin goes behind Vincent and tries for a German suplex, but Vincent blocks it and reverses the waistlock. He then tries for a German suplex of his own, but Griffin blocks it as well. Griffin transitions it into a headlock and Vincent quickly pushes him off into the ropes. Griffin comes off the ropes takes Vincent down with a shoulder block. He follows it up with a running senton and goes for a cover.
ONE!
KICKOUT!
Vincent gets back up to his feet, as does Griffin. Vincent sweeps the legs of Griffin and goes for a cover, but before there can be a one count, Griffin kicks out. Vincent grabs the World Champion and sends him into the ropes. Griffin comes off the ropes, getting himself dropped to the mat by a standing dropkick. Griffin rolls out of the ring, checking his jaw. When he looks up, he sees Vincent flying over the top rope with a tope con hilo. Vincent pops up as the crowd cheers for him and he grabs Griffin and rolls him into the ring. Vincent hops up to the apron and as Griffin gets to his feet, Vincent uses the ropes to deliver a springboard missile dropkick. Vincent sits Griffin up and hits the ropes, delivering a sliding forearm and going for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Vincent grabs Griffin, sending him into the corner. Griffin hits the corner and Vincent charges in and delivers a leaping forearm shot. Griffin falls to the mat and Vincent once again steps back. He charges in, delivering a cannonball senton and pulls Griffin out of the corner and then delivering a standing moonsault. He then sits Griffin up and once again, hits the ropes. Vincent goes for a shining wizard, but Griffin is able to drop down and avoid the move. Griffin grabs Vincent by the trunks and rolls him up.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Griffin and Vincent both get back up to their feet. The crowd cheers for both men now as the start to stand off and look each other in the eyes. The two nod and look at each other before Vincent is the first to flinch and delivers a forearm to the side of Griffin’s head. Griffin looks and nods his head, delivering one of his own. The two men start to trade blows back and forth, the crowd torn between the two of them. Griffin eventually begins to start getting the better of the exchange as he strings together a few forearms in a row, staggering Vincent back. Griffin grabs Vincent and sends him into the ropes. Vincent comes off the ropes and as he does, Griffin launches himself and delivers a spear. Griffin immediately follows it up with a breakdance legdrop and goes for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Griffin grabs Vincent and picks him up from the mat and delivers a Michinoku Driver before climbing up to the top rope. Griffin goes for the Stage Dive, but Vincent is able to roll out of the way, causing Griffin to crash into the mat. Vincent gets up to his feet and hits the ropes, this time connecting with the shining wizard. Vincent then follows it up with a flashing elbow and goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Griffin escaped at just the last moment. Vincent picks Griffin up and looks to deliver FATALITY, but as he goes to pick the champion up, he counters out of it, hitting the mat and delivering a slingblade. Vincent goes to try and get up, but as he’s trying, Griffin runs in and delivers a fameasser. Griffin then climbs to the top rope. He launches himself and delivers Holy Diver! Griffin goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!!! GRIFFIN...HAWKINS!!!!”
As “Painkiller” plays over the sound system, Griffin Hawkins helps the dejected looking Vincent Stone up to his feet. The two shake hands as Griffin looks to be giving Vincent some encouraging words. Vincent nods. They fist bump and share a quick hug before Vincent raises Griffin’s arm in victory before leaving him the ring to celebrate.
Winner: Griffin Hawkins
Result: Pinfall
Time: 23:49
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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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Main Event. Singles Contest For The Television Championship
Lash Donohue © v. Timothy Hunt
As the music hits, Timothy walks out with a crown on his head and a black and gold robe down his back. Timothy starts making his way down the ramp, the fans giving him a mixed reaction to his being in the NFW.
ARDEN
“The following contest is your main event! It is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Dayton, Ohio. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is...Timothy Hunt...KING...OF...CONTROVERSY!!!”
Timothy stops in front of the ring and takes off the robe, revealing his black and gold wrestling attire. Timothy then makes his way up the ring stairs and gets in the ring. He stands in the center of the ring and takes in all of the cheers and jeers that the crowd was giving him.
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. He’s got the UWL United States Championship around his waist and the NFW Television Championship dangling from the waistband of his pants down between his legs.
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~
With the bell ringing, both Lash and Timothy grin and fist bump before the two excitable talents circle one another. The crowd volume really picked up as the two finally locked up in the middle. Tim made good on a quick hammerlock, which Lash quickly reversed and Tim changed tact with a wristlock..
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen, I think this has to be one of the most sought after singles matches we’ve been looking forward to here in NFW.”
AUGUSTINO
“Understatement of the year Nick, and there’s been a lot of them!”
The crowd volume elevated as Lash cried out while tucking into a roll and kipping back up to a vertical base, taking Tim in a top wristlock before Tim powered forward and shoved Lash hard down to the mat. Lash rolled backward and Tim charged at him for a clothesline, but the champion took him overhead with a Japanese arm drag. Lash found himself being taken over in a rapid-fire basement arm drag from Timothy who held onto his wrists, and the more experienced grappler makes short work of engaging a tight mat-based body scissors..
AUGUSTINO
“I think Lash is fighting an uphill battle here, Nick.”
HANSON
“Maybe so but he’s fought a lot of uphill battles. He fought one last week against Eric Lee. He fought one in the battle royal to win the title he’s defending now.”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah and the guy he’s in the ring with now is the last one he eliminated. Talk about a fated match!”
As Lash struggled against the hold, Timothy pulled him back further from the ropes and this allowed Lash the gap he needed to swivel through and lock in a very painful Indian deathlock, but Tim was able to kick him away before it did too much damage. The two men standing once more, Lash went for a another lock up, but Timothy cinched in a headlock before sending Lash ropeward.
HANSON
“You look at how on the mark Timothy Hunt is with every movement. The way he’s able to scout and counter his opponent. No wonder he’s so decorated in his career.”
AUGUSTINO
“Dude’s got moves!”
On the rebound, Timothy shoots for a hard lariat which Lash pops the crowd by arching backward at the last second, kipping back up and avoiding a follow up jumping roundhouse from Timothy Hunt also. Lash motions for the ripcord, and as he attempted to reel Tim in, he is surprised as Tim let out a roar and managed to get Lash up for The King Strikes, but the slippery Donohue wriggled free and sent him crashing into the corner hard. The crowd pops for Lash as he makes the signal for his patented overhead cannonball senton in the corner..
AUGUSTINO
“Oh shit. Lash better not fuck this up!”
HANSON
“He usually does!”
AUGUSTINO
“Asterik, always, you mean and---OH SHIT!”
Tim ducked out of the way, Lash eats nothing but turnbuckles! OH MY! Hunt quickly ran in and drilled him with a basement Michinoku Driver! GEEZUS!!! The crowd is screaming this place down as Timothy dragged Lash out into the middle and covered..
One!
Two!
Thr.. KICK OUT!
Hunt is devastated as he sat up, looking around him and then at Lash in utter disbelief. Knowing he has to stay on the groggy champion, Tim takes a handful of hair and an arm, dragging Lash to his feet and immediately kneeing him in the solar plexus. The crowd volume amped up once more as Tim delivered an inverted atomic drop which sent Lash hopping in agony. When Tim followed through with his hard right handed lariat, Lash caught his arm and reeled him in for an arm trap neckbreaker, but Tim caught him in the end and lifted him for what looked like a reverse suplex, but Lash managed to take Tim over in a hurricanrana. Unwittingly, Lash and Tim had nailed the referee on the way through and as Lash bridged through for the pin and awaited the count, there was nothing.
HANSON
“OH NO!! Hurricanrana from Lash and that sends Hunt right into Referee James Greer!”
AUGUSTINO
“For fuck’s sake, Lash! Klutzy bastard!”
Lash, realizing what happened, cursed out loud and stood. Tim lay face down, and Lash popped the fans as he gave his signature taunt before pretzeling Hunt's legs around his left. There was a loud BOOO as Charlie Grace appeared on the stage and Lash angrily shrugged at her before shrugging off Tim and leaping over the top rope..
HANSON
“Hey wait a second now. What’s Charlie Grace doing out here?”
AUGUSTINO
“Come to congratulate Lash for not dying last week? Maybe she wants to talk business. She’s got Lash’s atten--”
HANSON
“HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!!! FROM UNDER THE RING!! LASH HAS HIS BACK TURNED!!!”
Right as Lash's feet touch the outside, Eric Lee slithered out from under the ring and delivered the fastest and most sickening edition of Visions of Insanity possibly ever seen. Lash's head collided with concrete and his body lay twisted, crumpled and folded up like an accordion..
HANSON
“ERIC LEE ISN’T EVEN SCHEDULED TO BE HERE TONIGHT!! WHAT THE HELL?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Unfinished business, I guess!!”
Eric sneered back at the furious, hate-filled crowd as he dragged a limp Lash to his feet and lugged him over his shoulders before tossing him into the ring and running as fast as he could up the ramp and backstage with a joyous looking Charlie in tow. The ref was getting to his feet and Timothy was on all fours at this point, and he seized his opportunity to lock in his deadly submission finish, Controversy's Rule!
HANSON
“Now Timothy Hunt’s got Controvery’s Rule on! Miranda, I think Lash it OUT!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“He’s out cold!”
HANSON
“The ref didn’t see Eric Lee or Charlie Grace!”
Lash was out cold before he even landed in that ring, and seeing that the submission move provoked no response, the referee ran over to raise Lash's arm..
Once. The arm slumped.
HANSON
“That’s one! C’mon, now! No!”
AUGUSTINO
“This is bullshit, wake up Lash!”
Twice. The arm slumped once again as Tim cinched the submission tighter for good measure.
HANSON
“If he doesn’t get that arm up, we’re gonna have a new champion!”
Three times. Lash's arm hit the mat, the referee called for the bell and Timothy slumped to his knees in disbelief, clutching his newly-won championship to his chest.
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“DAMN IT!!! NOT LIKE THAT!!!!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! AAAAAND NEEEEEEEWWW NFW TELEVISION CHAMPION!! TIMOTHY...HUNT!!!!”
HANSON
“Lash Donohue just got robbed!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“And for what?!”
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"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?"
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Teddy Morse's eyes go wide at the sight of the bottle. "Whoowee!! Lookit that!! Tennessee Moonshine! Nothin' better!"
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"Yeah, us rednecks got licenses and shit!" Teddy adds.
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"Whoa!" Chase turns to his partner. "Teddy, you can't go and call potential customers bitches like that!"
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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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Main Event. Singles Contest For The Television Championship
Lash Donohue © v. Timothy Hunt
As the music hits, Timothy walks out with a crown on his head and a black and gold robe down his back. Timothy starts making his way down the ramp, the fans giving him a mixed reaction to his being in the NFW.
ARDEN
“The following contest is your main event! It is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Dayton, Ohio. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is...Timothy Hunt...KING...OF...CONTROVERSY!!!”
Timothy stops in front of the ring and takes off the robe, revealing his black and gold wrestling attire. Timothy then makes his way up the ring stairs and gets in the ring. He stands in the center of the ring and takes in all of the cheers and jeers that the crowd was giving him.
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. He’s got the UWL United States Championship around his waist and the NFW Television Championship dangling from the waistband of his pants down between his legs.
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~
With the bell ringing, both Lash and Timothy grin and fist bump before the two excitable talents circle one another. The crowd volume really picked up as the two finally locked up in the middle. Tim made good on a quick hammerlock, which Lash quickly reversed and Tim changed tact with a wristlock..
HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen, I think this has to be one of the most sought after singles matches we’ve been looking forward to here in NFW.”
AUGUSTINO
“Understatement of the year Nick, and there’s been a lot of them!”
The crowd volume elevated as Lash cried out while tucking into a roll and kipping back up to a vertical base, taking Tim in a top wristlock before Tim powered forward and shoved Lash hard down to the mat. Lash rolled backward and Tim charged at him for a clothesline, but the champion took him overhead with a Japanese arm drag. Lash found himself being taken over in a rapid-fire basement arm drag from Timothy who held onto his wrists, and the more experienced grappler makes short work of engaging a tight mat-based body scissors..
AUGUSTINO
“I think Lash is fighting an uphill battle here, Nick.”
HANSON
“Maybe so but he’s fought a lot of uphill battles. He fought one last week against Eric Lee. He fought one in the battle royal to win the title he’s defending now.”
AUGUSTINO
“Yeah and the guy he’s in the ring with now is the last one he eliminated. Talk about a fated match!”
As Lash struggled against the hold, Timothy pulled him back further from the ropes and this allowed Lash the gap he needed to swivel through and lock in a very painful Indian deathlock, but Tim was able to kick him away before it did too much damage. The two men standing once more, Lash went for a another lock up, but Timothy cinched in a headlock before sending Lash ropeward.
HANSON
“You look at how on the mark Timothy Hunt is with every movement. The way he’s able to scout and counter his opponent. No wonder he’s so decorated in his career.”
AUGUSTINO
“Dude’s got moves!”
On the rebound, Timothy shoots for a hard lariat which Lash pops the crowd by arching backward at the last second, kipping back up and avoiding a follow up jumping roundhouse from Timothy Hunt also. Lash motions for the ripcord, and as he attempted to reel Tim in, he is surprised as Tim let out a roar and managed to get Lash up for The King Strikes, but the slippery Donohue wriggled free and sent him crashing into the corner hard. The crowd pops for Lash as he makes the signal for his patented overhead cannonball senton in the corner..
AUGUSTINO
“Oh shit. Lash better not fuck this up!”
HANSON
“He usually does!”
AUGUSTINO
“Asterik, always, you mean and---OH SHIT!”
Tim ducked out of the way, Lash eats nothing but turnbuckles! OH MY! Hunt quickly ran in and drilled him with a basement Michinoku Driver! GEEZUS!!! The crowd is screaming this place down as Timothy dragged Lash out into the middle and covered..
One!
Two!
Thr.. KICK OUT!
Hunt is devastated as he sat up, looking around him and then at Lash in utter disbelief. Knowing he has to stay on the groggy champion, Tim takes a handful of hair and an arm, dragging Lash to his feet and immediately kneeing him in the solar plexus. The crowd volume amped up once more as Tim delivered an inverted atomic drop which sent Lash hopping in agony. When Tim followed through with his hard right handed lariat, Lash caught his arm and reeled him in for an arm trap neckbreaker, but Tim caught him in the end and lifted him for what looked like a reverse suplex, but Lash managed to take Tim over in a hurricanrana. Unwittingly, Lash and Tim had nailed the referee on the way through and as Lash bridged through for the pin and awaited the count, there was nothing.
HANSON
“OH NO!! Hurricanrana from Lash and that sends Hunt right into Referee James Greer!”
AUGUSTINO
“For fuck’s sake, Lash! Klutzy bastard!”
Lash, realizing what happened, cursed out loud and stood. Tim lay face down, and Lash popped the fans as he gave his signature taunt before pretzeling Hunt's legs around his left. There was a loud BOOO as Charlie Grace appeared on the stage and Lash angrily shrugged at her before shrugging off Tim and leaping over the top rope..
HANSON
“Hey wait a second now. What’s Charlie Grace doing out here?”
AUGUSTINO
“Come to congratulate Lash for not dying last week? Maybe she wants to talk business. She’s got Lash’s atten--”
HANSON
“HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!!! FROM UNDER THE RING!! LASH HAS HIS BACK TURNED!!!”
Right as Lash's feet touch the outside, Eric Lee slithered out from under the ring and delivered the fastest and most sickening edition of Visions of Insanity possibly ever seen. Lash's head collided with concrete and his body lay twisted, crumpled and folded up like an accordion..
HANSON
“ERIC LEE ISN’T EVEN SCHEDULED TO BE HERE TONIGHT!! WHAT THE HELL?!”
AUGUSTINO
“Unfinished business, I guess!!”
Eric sneered back at the furious, hate-filled crowd as he dragged a limp Lash to his feet and lugged him over his shoulders before tossing him into the ring and running as fast as he could up the ramp and backstage with a joyous looking Charlie in tow. The ref was getting to his feet and Timothy was on all fours at this point, and he seized his opportunity to lock in his deadly submission finish, Controversy's Rule!
HANSON
“Now Timothy Hunt’s got Controvery’s Rule on! Miranda, I think Lash it OUT!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“He’s out cold!”
HANSON
“The ref didn’t see Eric Lee or Charlie Grace!”
Lash was out cold before he even landed in that ring, and seeing that the submission move provoked no response, the referee ran over to raise Lash's arm..
Once. The arm slumped.
HANSON
“That’s one! C’mon, now! No!”
AUGUSTINO
“This is bullshit, wake up Lash!”
Twice. The arm slumped once again as Tim cinched the submission tighter for good measure.
HANSON
“If he doesn’t get that arm up, we’re gonna have a new champion!”
Three times. Lash's arm hit the mat, the referee called for the bell and Timothy slumped to his knees in disbelief, clutching his newly-won championship to his chest.
~DING DING DING~
AUGUSTINO
“DAMN IT!!! NOT LIKE THAT!!!!”
ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! AAAAAND NEEEEEEEWWW NFW TELEVISION CHAMPION!! TIMOTHY...HUNT!!!!”
HANSON
“Lash Donohue just got robbed!!!!”
AUGUSTINO
“And for what?!”
HANSON
"Who knows?! We'll have to find out next week! That's all the time we have for tonight! So long everyone!!
As Tim Hunt celebrated in the ring with his new title, oblivious to what even happened, Charlie Grace stood on the stage with that cool headed, wicked smirk on her lips. Beside her, Eric Lee watched the ring from a squatting position. A sick, twisted grin slowly creeping across his own lips as the credits roll.
Winner: Tim Hunt (NEW CHAMPION)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 16:26
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Match Writers
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Bloody Fairytale
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Match Judges
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