NFW Collision #56 - Hartford, Ct! 11/12/2019!

Following the introduction vignette, the camera opens on a low angle swooping in on the outside of the XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut. The shot cuts to the inside of the arena as “Like A Shot” continues and the pyro goes off, lighting up the stage and the arena as the 15,000+ capacity crowd shows how ready they are for the show with a deafening pop that can be heard over the music.

The camera swoops over the audience, revealing their signs, t-shirts, masks and face paint. An NFW chant fills the arena as the camera swings around with a wide angle, showing the sold out audience. Finally, the camera falls on the announcer’s table where we are greeted by Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino on commentary.

As Nick goes over last week’s incident, we see video footage recap the moment where Eric Lee slid out from underneath the ring and hit Visions of Insanity on Lash Donohue right outside of the ring. The shot cuts to moments later where Timothy Hunt locked in the submission on Lash and scored the win.

Nick Hanson takes a moment to laugh, remembering the humor that ensued online from their Undisputed Champion.

After the show introductions, Steven Brody and Isabella Santiago standing in the ring, bowing to the crowd, microphones in hand.

“We are one week away from Plymouth Rock Massacre and social media has been blowing up over one of the major title matches. The current and reigning Silver Mountain champion, Rick Dickulous, will be defending against none other than the Steampunk Warrior herself, Eavan Maloney.”

“Right you are, Steven, but if you’ve been following this feud, the two of them are hell-bent to get at each other. Tonight, you will see them both in action as Rick Dickulous takes on his own father, William Mannheim in a match of Eavan’s choosing, and Eavan Maloney will be taking on the beast, Havok, in a match of Rick’s choosing.”

“Now Ms. Santiago and myself have been talking and we thought it’d be best to have the very two competitors come out for a special announcement.”

As a chainsaw roars to life over the stadium speakers, red light bathes the crowd as it roars in approval. Rick Dickulous steps through the curtain, his trademark kilt and smile beaming across his face as he plays the crowd from the stage. Before heading down the ramp, glowing white, Rick shoots finger guns at the ring and a thumbs up, before adjusting his Silver Mountain title on his shoulder. As he makes his way to the ring, he stops to high five fans and take selfies with phones from audience members. Upon reaching the ring, Rick takes a deep breath, nods as he utters a few words, then steps up onto the apron from the floor, pulling himself up with the top rope. He steps over the ropes and walks to the centre of the ring, again flashing a thumbs up to the camera before high fiving the referee and then high-fiving both Brody and Santiago.

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 Shieldmaidens leather vest, a black t-shirt with RIP Chaos & Malleus across the front, black leather pants and steampunk goggles on her head, her hand above her eyes to look out at the crowd. As she walks down the ramp, she focuses on Rick Dickulous who’ve waving her down the ramp, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She walks over to Brody and Santiago and shakes their hands before nodding up at Rick as she smirks at him..

As the two competitors stare each other in the ring, Rick towering over Eavan, Brody clears his throat to get their attention.

“Out of integrity of the match next week, we have decided that if either of you touch the other tonight, you will be suspended. That means you Eavan will lose your Silver Mountain title opportunity, and you Rick will forfeit the Silver Mountain title.”

Eavan looks over at Brody and Santiago and asks for Santiago’s microphone.

“So, whatcha sayin’ is, if I did this…”

Eavan pokes Rick in the chest and looks at the three of them.

“I could be suspended? How about this? Or this?”

Eavan pokes Rick a couple of more times, Rick getting slightly annoyed.

“Oh, and what about this?”

Eavan leaps up and slaps Rick across the face. Rick tries to grab Eavan but Eavan manages to slide out of the ring quickly. Brody and Santiago roll their eyes.

“That’s quite enough, Ms. Maloney. Yes, if you touch Rick, effective immediately, you lose your title match.”

Rick grabs the microphone from Brody’s hand and takes the Silver Mountain title and holds it up.

"It's gonna take a helluvalot more than a slap across the face for you to EVER get your hands on this title, Eavan."

Rick rests the belt across his chest, draped over his shoulder.

"You've been bragging and boasting for the last few weeks about how come November 19th at Plymouth Rock Massacre you're gonna somehow walk out of that arena with my...yes, MY...championship."

Rick chuckles.

"You're so focused on how big and strong I am...and see, that's where you're counting your chickens before they hatch. You forget that being a big, strong, tough as fuck competitor isn't all I've got. Somehow, I think you've been watching the wrong matches, Eav...really, I do."

"Sure, being big and strong is what I'm known as - shit, it's the first thing that pops into most peoples' heads. Then they see the agility that goes along with this…"

Rick gestures up and down at himself.

"...and they forget what they were talking about. It's ok, I'm sure you'll be just as surprised...but you? You aren't gonna surprise me on the 19th, Eav. I know what I'm getting into, and clearly I'm all in."

"After tonight, I promise you're gonna second guess your stance on me. You're gonna spend the next seven days trying to figure out what you got YOURSELF into!"

Eavan slides back into the ring, shaking her head and chuckling. She looks Rick up and down as she paces around the ring.

“Okay, first things first, put some damn pants on, ya scarin’ Maxine in the front row over there.”

Eavan points over to the NFW superfan sitting in the corner seat at the edge of the ramp and waves at her.

“Second, ya think ya know me, d’ya? Tell me, Rick, ya ever leap off a twenty-foot balcony with a barbed wire crowbar just t’whack somebody with it? Been dere, done that. Ya ever took a HorrorCore champion t’task and beat them for that very belt? Been dere, done that too. Oh, and have ya ever wrestled a thirty-minute marathon match with a woman who’s completely Bonkers, then DEMAND t’come into a six-man match and been damn near the last one standin’? THAT, Rick, is what brought me here right now. Ya might have won it twice, but I’ve beat the woman who beat ya for that very title. I ran the damn women’s division while ya were midcardin’ and spinnin’ ya wheels. So, ya think ya know me? BOY, ya have no idea.”

Eavan steps up to Rick and grabs at the Silver Mountain title, but Rick pulls it back, sending Eavan flying across the ring. Eavan recoils in the corner as Rick smiles at her. Eavan slides back out of the ring, and walks up the ramp backwards, fear starting to overcome her.

"That right there? That's the closest you'll ever be to this belt….this isn't the women's division, and it sure as fuck isn't whatever backyard wrestling fantasy you're going on about."

Rick points at the canvas, accentuating his words.

"This is NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING...and what you do HERE, in front of THESE FANS...is what matters, Eavan….so let's see what you got...I think there's a beast with a hunger for that ass…."
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“Getting to know youuu, getting to hope you like meee…”

“I know I’m not booked tonight, but…”

Inside of the XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut, the New Frontier Wrestling’s Sugarplum Fairy looks on at one of the monitors. It’s playing tonight’s episode of Collision and showcasing the talents on the roster. More noticeably, Danielle Anderson is wearing a wireless BlueTooth earpiece. She appears to be on a phone call with someone.

Danielle Anderson (✿◠‿◠)
“I brought my ring gear just in case. You never know, right Mari?”

It’s true. Sitting by her feet is a medium-size pink duffel bag. Whoever she’s talking on the phone to makes her smile.

Danielle Anderson (✿◕‿◕)
“Besides, I’m here to support my friends. There’s Timothy, Vani, Morgan, Angel...”

There’s a brief moment, allowing the recipient to respond, and she quickly shakes her head.

Danielle Anderson (⊙ω⊙✿)
“Nooo, not Angel Kash! Angel Kusanagi, my new friend! We went to enjoy some yummy Japanese food after the show in Providence. Since she won our match, I paid for dinner!”

A cute giggle escapes the young woman as she lightly toe-kicks the floor in her spiffy Kingdom Hearts Vans. Because it’s raining and snowing in Hartford tonight, she’s wearing a pink raincoat over the rest of her casual yet colorful clothes. On the monitor, she sees a commercial promoting the upcoming NFW pay-per-view, Plymouth Rock Madness.

Danielle Anderson (◠‿◠✿)
“Ohhh, the super show is next week! I wonder if Ms. Isabella Santiago has anything planned for me? I know my track record isn’t the greatest at one-and-two, buuut I’m always willing and raring to go! Singles match, tag match, battle royale, I’m up for just about anything.”

She folds her hands behind her back and giggles, clearly excited for all of the possibilities. Whoever is controlling the camera decides to simply leave Danni to her private phone conversation, though her positive energy is so enticing.
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Match #1. Singles Contest For The NFW Television Championship

Timothy Hunt © 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. He gets to the ring and hops in. Taking off his jacket.

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Television Championship! Entering the ring at this time! From Brighton, England. Weighing in at 210lbs. The Premier Bad Boy! DENNIS...STOWAND!!!”


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 the NFW Television Champion, evident by the title strapped around his waist. 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.

ARDEN
“His opponent! From Dayton, Ohio, weighing in at 220lbs! Representing The Kingdom! He is the NFW Television Champion. Timothy Hunt...KING OF CONTROVERSY!!!”

~DING DING DING~

With the bell ringing, both champion and challenger step forward and both men are talking some loud smack as they circle one another. The crowd volume picked up dramatically when they finally locked up. Dennis seemed to get the best of it at first by initiating a tight headlock, but Tim managed to block and wriggle free of a takedown attempt, took an arm and used the momentum and whipped Dennis toward the ropes.

HANSON
“Stowand off the ropes! What’s Hunt going for?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Better watch out, new blood!”

HANSON
“I think he knows; here comes Stowand!”

On the rebound, Dennis threw a hard clothesline which Tim ducked and the crowd volume continued to pick up as Tim also missed a clothesline of his own. There was a roar of approval from the crowd as Stowand snapped back and managed to deliver a rather brutal discus lariat which felled Tim for a pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

As Tim got to his feet, he was shaking the cobwebs and making sure that his nose wasn't broken, but Dennis was delivering short and sharp kicks to the back of his head. Tim very quickly got sick of that and managed to take Dennis down to the mat and lock in a tight mat-based Arm bar. The crowd was hyped as Dennis managed to struggle free and initiate an ankle lock, but Hunt used his leg strength to kick him away.

HANSON
“Stowand locks in the submission but Hunt powers out of it!”

AUGUSTINO
“Tim’s got the experience but Dennis is coming at the champ with conviction, Nicky! Look at this guy!”

HANSON
“Heart and drive. It’ll get ya far in this brand!”

Both men to their feet, Dennis charging at Tim with a running forearm, Tim ducking and trying to initiate what looks like an arm bar but Dennis breaks free. The crowd volume once more elevated as Dennis sent Tim up for the tilt-a-whirl, but Tim landed on his feet and they roared with approval as Tim hooked Dennis in and delivered his finisher, The King Strikes!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner and STILL NFW Television Champion! TIMOTHY...HUNT!!”

“Blood Tears Dust” plays as Timothy Hunt raises his retained title over his head, soaking in the mixed reaction of the fans.

Winner: Timothy Hunt (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 10:18
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The audience buzzes in the main hall of the stadium when the opening chords of "Heist" begin to play on the speakers.

Player 1 ready…

Game Start!

With the music in full swing, Cali-Kate appears at the top of the stage, smiling at the crowd. She poses for a moment before making her way down the ramp. She exchanges high fives and hugs with various members of the audience before sliding into the ring and calling for a mic. The audience cheers her on as her music fades out. Cali-Kate smiles at the audience.

“Yes yes I wasn't scheduled. It's damn unfortunate really. Second week in a row, but that's the business sometimes especially when you have a loss, an "interference" and then another loss all to show for your current record in a place. I guess that's the entry code to fucking glitch out of the records, but that doesn't stop me from coming out here to say, what's up Hartford?!”

The audience responds to Cali-Kate's greeting with massive applause. Cali-Kate nods and brings the mic back to her mouth.

“Now I'm not out here to fucking complain about being left off the show. Like I said, that's the business. So if I'm gonna be left off then I'm damn sure going to come out here and say a few words.”

Cali-Kate paces the ring a bit as the audience wonders about her words.

“The one thing that I have always been able to say is that I have stepped up to every fucking challenge, no excuses, no reservations, nothing but my own fucking grit and wit to carry me through. I know I've got the skills to compete. I know I can take the highest level of competition here, my record not withstanding unfortunately.”

The audience boos this, but gives an encouraging applause to Cali-Kate right after.

“So if I'm relegated to just staying down at the bottom of the ladder, so be it. I'll force my way up that bitch until I break through again. And again. And again. Because keeping me down is just another challenge and it's one I intend to beat the living shit out of. Because I'm not just another pretty face, another damn fighter, I'm the monkey in the wrench, the fly in the ointment…”

Cali-Kate shoots the mic up high.

CROWD
“THE PAIN IN THE ASS!”

She brings the mic back to her mouth.

“And if you thought my fucking rocky start is all I have to offer here you're beyond wrong. There's still plenty of levels and modes left to play. This game is just getting reset now. And when the next credit drops, game start bitches!”

Cali-Kate drops the mic before sliding out of the ring, this time going around ringside and exchanging high fives, hugs and even taking some selfies with audience members before the scene fades out.

The camera cuts to somewhere deep in the XL Center. It is too dark to be able to tell the exact location. Off in a corner of the room, the light of a candle futilely fights against the darkness. The camera moves closer A silhouette is noticeable at the edge of the candlelight. Getting even closer a haunting tune floats on the air.

As the camera gets close enough to see who it is kneeling it is revealed to be Eric Lee. The candlelight dances across the scar tissue that traverses his body like a topographical map. The candlelight seems to also reflect off of something on the floor in front of Eric. The camera slowly crawls towards the seating man. What appears to be a piece of paper flutters from Eric to the floor in front of him.

As the camera creeps forward the clutter on the floor are pictures. They are pictures of Angel Kash. They are a mix of styles. Some are publicity shots some are shots of her in the ring. There are paparazzi-style pictures of her out in public. Then there are more, intimate pictures of her. Pictures of Kash at home, watching TV, sleeping in bed. Pictures taken from inside the house. A lot of the pictures have red hearts drawn around Kash’s face in what appears to be red paint or ink.

A woman’s voice joins the music in the air. She is singing a haunting version of Elvis’s ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love With you.’

“Wise men say, only fools rush in.”

The camera finally gets close to Eric and pans around in front of him. He picks up one of the more, intimate, pictures of Kash. He looks down at it and smiles creepily. His eyes seem almost glazed, vacant. He strokes the picture, along Kash’s face, lovingly with his left hand. The singing continues and Eric’s lips move silently with the words.

“But I can’t help falling in love with you.”

With his right index finger, Eric draws a heart around Kash’s face. The shape stays in that same red colored fluid. Eric pulls his finger away and we can see the red dripping from it. From a cut on his finger. The hearts have been drawn in his own blood. She smiles that creepy smile once again. He lifts the picture and places a kiss on Kash’s lips. The blood smears, leaving some on his lips. He lets the picture float down to the floor to join the rest. He then blows out the candle.

The music stops as the light fades. From the dark comes a haunting giggle, obviously from Eric Lee.

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Match #2. Singles Contest
Vanita Thompson v. Aurora Lane

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado! She is...Vain...VANITA...THOMPSON!!!”

"Exs and Ohs" by Atreyu hits the PA and Vanita walks out and heads right for the ring. She doesn't hi five to fans, but she does smile and wave to them. She slides into the ring, head moving with the heavy music in the background. She gets in the middle of the ring ,takes a bow and then focuses toward the stage, looking at her next opponent.


ARDEN
“Her opponent! Accompanied to the ring by Carlton Walsh. From London England. The Darkened Princess...AURORA...LUNA!!!”

"Built To Fall" hits the PA and Aurora comes out with her love Carlton. The pair march to the ring, evil intent on their minds, and Carlton smirking at Aurora lets her get in the ring first. He gets in the ring as Aurora lets an ear piercing scream out over the music. The pair then stare across the ring at Vanita with smirks on their faces.

~DING DING DING~

Even before the bell had officially rung, Vanita was already stepping forward, looking Aurora dead in the eyes and once the bell sounded that was it. Vanita growled and the crowd volume picked up as she pounced on Aurora, taking her down and mounting her with fast hands! Aurora managed to reverse this and roll on top to deliver some hard hands of her own, but Vanita was far too red hot to contain and she rolled back on top. The crowd was loving this and they booed loudly as the ref noticed Aurora was too close to the ropes and began his count and Vanita finally released her grip at the count of four, standing and screaming at Aurora to get up!

HANSON
“Vanita is fired up! She’s been waiting to get her hands on Aurora in the ring!”

AUGUSTINO
“The Shadow Assassin’s ready for a fight, Nicky! And you know her Shadow Warrior’s watching!”

Aurora was slow to get up to her feet and Vanita grew impatient, dragging her up and whipping her into the corner. With Aurora looking dazed in the corner, Vanita let out a roar and she ran in to deliver a clothesline, but Aurora stuck her foot up, staggering Vanita and giving her room to come at her with a roundhouse, but Vanita ducked and threw Aurora back with a vicious German suplex, but the crowd roared as Aurora managed to land on her feet and push Vanita toward the ropes before rolling back and locking in a tight cradle pin, the crowd booing loudly as she also grabbed a handful of tights.

ONE!

TWO!

Vanita popped the crowd as she managed to kick out and also reverse the illegal pin predicament and once more began to wail on Aurora with a combination of right hands and forearm smashes, the crowd roaring with approval of the intensity on display. Vanita grabbed hold of Aurora's head and smashed it into the mat a couple of times before she got to her feet and pumped the crowd up, calling for the end of this match. As soon as Vanita turned around, the crowd really started to boo as Carlton started making his way down to the ring but Vanita had Aurora up and was delivering a very timely version of her Vain Halo, the crowd loving it as the force of the belly to belly sent Aurora crashing into Carlton right as he was climbing onto the apron.

HANSON
“WHOOAAA!!! WATCH OUT CARLTON!!! INCOMING AURORA!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Shouldn’t have gotten his ass up on the apron, idiota!”

HANSON
“Carlton’s down! Aurora’s down! Vanita’s just gotta make the cov--hey wait a minute now. What the hell?”

Before Vanita Thompson could go for the cover on Aurora Luna, she looked up at the stage and noticed a figure appear from behind the curtain. The camera switched views to show the same strange woman that had been seen sporadically over the recent weeks. However, instead of being dressed in her Pennywise costume, she wore what looked to be more of a female variation of Billy the Doll from the SAW movies. She stood up on the stage and watched Vanita with a twisted smirk, giving her a little wave.

AUGUSTINO
“Yooooo it’s that creepy puta again, Nick! The hell’s she doing out here, now?”

HANSON
“I don’t know, Miranda. She said something about recruiting. Is she looking at Van---HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!”

As Vanita was distracted by the woman on the stage, another figure hopped the barricade and slid into the ring right beside Vanita. The figure wore all black from head to toe - jeans, boots, a black hoodie and even gloves. The hood to his hoodie was up and a black and gold Hannya mask covered his face, with a gap in the mouth where the mask normally had teeth carved into the design. The mouth on this mask was just an empty void, however, as the figure came right up beside Vanita and as she turned, startled to see him, a spray of green mist shot out and hit Vanita in the eyes. The referee immediately called for the bell!

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
“WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!”

AUGUSTINO
“HE JUST MISTED VANI!!”

HANSON
“Well this match is gonna be thrown out as a DQ!!! Who the hell is this man?!”

The masked man grabbed Vanita as she was rubbing at her eyes and looked towards Aurora Luna as she got to her feet. He Irish Whipped the blinded woman towards her and right into her clutches as Aurora delivered Kiss Thy Feet to her rival. As the referee attempted to chide the hooded, masked man pie faced the ref and shoved her away from him to the boo of the audience.

AUGUSTINO
“ASSHOLE!!!”

HANSON
“This man just helped Aurora Luna get one over on Vanita Thompson then he shoved the referee!! What the hell is going on?!”

Like a crazed, curious creature, Aurora Luna smiled up at the masked man who sat on the middle rope to make a space for her to get out before he, himself, joined Aurora and Carlton in heading up the ramp. As they did, the crowd began to stir and pop again as Darius Crowley came booking it from backstage, through the audience. Dressed rather casually than usual, he hopped over the barricade and slid into the ring where he immediately pulled Vanita into his arms, talking to her to let her know who he was. Only then, it seemed, did she calm down when she realized she wasn’t being attacked anymore. But as Carlton Walsh, Aurora Luna and the unidentified assailant joined the Jigsaw woman on the stage, Darius Crowley lifted his gaze towards them...fuming with unbridled anger on his face. The first real expression that had ever been seen on Darius’ face since his arrival in the company.

Winner: Vanita Thompson
Result: DQ
Time: 7:53
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The scene comes up backstage where Sela-Rica Lark lays across some equipment crates, her favorite spiked bat in hand.

“Everyone knows by now why I came here. And I'm not just talking about tonight, no, what I do tonight will only be prelude to the rest of my career here.”

Sela sways lightly on the crates, almost a whimsical rhythm to her movement.

“I came here to set a new bar for everyone. A new standard that everyone will learn to live up to. Because I'm simply tired of being places that don't push me past the limits I know I already have.”

Sela raises the bat and slams it against the crate.

“I don't take well to being bored and quite frankly that's all I've been in my companies recently. So tonight, I'm going into my debut, I'm making Angel Kusanagi bleed more than she knew she could, then I am taking the Women's Television title and showing everyone how to really defend a title.”

She slowly sits up, chest leading, head back until she is straight up, where her head flops forward.

“Oh Angel, you aren't fallen. You haven't danced for the devil like I have. You aren't ready for what I bring. Hell followed in my footsteps once before. Now, the fire is the blood of everyone I have made suffer and only more blood, your blood, will quench its thirst.”

Sela chuckles as she throws her head back, scratching at her cheeks as the scene fades out.
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The shot opens on a darkened room backstage. It is unclear as to where exactly in the arena this is, but what becomes apparent is the presence of Angel Kusanagi as she comes into frame, pacing around as if in deep thought. Angel is, of course, in her gear with her hooded haori over it. Both titles she holds in New Frontier and over in WWH’s Sanatorium are strapped across her chest in an X. The WWH Demolition Title faces towards the back while the NFW Women’s Television Title faces towards the front as it is the focus of her match this evening. An unnerving giggle escapes her as she paces with her back to the camera. Subtitles appear at the bottom of the screen as she speaks.

“Sera-san…. Hehe! Watashi wa...kono yoru o dore dake...tanoshimini shite ita ka kyōchō dekimasen…. Senshū...watashi wa jibunde wa nakatta koto o mitomemasu.”
(Sela-san…. I cannot stress to you how much I have been looking forward to this night…. I will admit...I was not myself last week.)

Here, Angel brings her hands up in front of her and folds her hands together as she turns around to face the camera. Angel has taken on somewhat of a change as her platinum blonde hair now has a faint hint of pink in it and the bottom of her face is covered by a breathing mask. This brings the main focus to her icy blue eyes that stare wide and deranged at the camera.

“Anata no sakuhin o mimashita.... Watashitachi ga dekiru utsukushī dai gyakusatsu o dono yō ni tanoshimu ka o mitekimashita…. Watashi to kyōyū shite hoshī.... Watashi wa anata ga tanin o kizutsukeru koto o dorehodo itoshite iru ka o misete hoshī.... Misete.... Nazenara, beru no ma ni iru teki no hitorihitori ni dore dake zōo ga aru ka o o mise surukaradesu....”
(I have seen your work.... I have seen how you enjoy the beautiful carnage that we are capable of.... I want you to share it with me.... I want you to show me how much you love making others hurt…. Show me.... Because I am going to show you how much hate I have for each and every one of my opponents between the bells....)

Angel’s hands unfold and lower as a calmer, more sincere expression comes over her eyes.

“Dannī-chan to wa chigaimashita. Kanojo ni nanika tokubetsuna mono o mimashita.... Najimi no aru mono o mimashita.... Kanojo wa watashi no sekai ni taisuru ikari ni ataishimasendeshita. Shikashi, anata wa sore o setsubō shimasu yo ne? Watashitachi ga tsuini sono ringu no naka de hajimete atta toki, anata wa watashi ga anata ni tokihanatsu tsumoridearu mono ni uete imasu. Shinpaishinaide kudasai. Anata ga akogarete iru mono o agemasu. Soshite, watashi wa... Subete... Saigo... Sukoshi... Bitto... O tanoshimimasu…”
(It was different with Danni-chan. I saw something special in her.... I saw something familiar…. She did not deserve my rage for the world. But you crave it, do you not? You hunger for what I am going to unleash on you when we finally meet, for the first time, inside that ring. Do not worry. I will give you what you yearn for. And I will enjoy...every...last...little...bit....)

Angel lowers her head, from having it tilted back, eyes shifted down at the camera, to now lowering her head and lifting her eyes up as the screen fades to black. Through special effects, only her blue, cat slit contacts are seen, burning like blue flames in the darkness before fading out….
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Match #3. Singles Contest - NO DISQUALIFICATION
Eric Lee v. Angel Kash

The fans begin to boo loudly as "Superficial" by Heidi Montag hits over the public address system

It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard

As the lights dim and flash gold all over the arena, a lone spotlight forms at the entrance ramp as out from the back first steps Leroy with a stern look on his face. After a few moments, Todd walks out from behind him, looking nervous. As he claps within a few seconds in arrogant and exaggerated fashion, Angel Kash herself walks out as the fans boo loudly.

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a No Disqualification match! Introducing first, 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.


The arena lights dim and fog fills the entrance area and a spotlight lands on the entrance. The hauntingly eerie intro to “Richard Ramirez” by SKYND fills the arena.

When the evening comes and the temperature cools
You open your window
Oh, Jenny, you fool
Why waste a breath if you won‘t understand
Hell...
I‘ll see you in Disneyland


Eric Lee steps out from the back along with Charlie Grace. He glares out at the crowd as they boo him loudly as they walks to the ring.

ARDEN
“Her opponent! Accompanied to the ring by Charlie Grace. From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds. He is the UltraViolent God...ERIC...LEE!!!!”

Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that's how it is
First the crack and then the wiz


He looks around as if listening to someone or something instructing him. He slides into the ring and crawls to the center. Charlie quickly climbs the steps and enters the ring. She respectfully stands to the side, letting the full attention of the crowd and cameras be on her client.

Take life itself it’s in your hands
I‘ll have my way you know who I am
Wiggle and squirm turn white and stop
Your fear will chase with every drop

Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that's how it is
First the crack and then the wiz

Ssssh, be quiet
Hush he said
The demon is alive
The demon wants you dead

He gets on his knees and looks straight ahead with eerie calm. He then crawls over to his corner and sits there leaning back against the turnbuckles. Charlie then exits the ring and takes up her place on the outside, in Eric’s corner.

~DING DING DING~

Eric and Angel are in the ring as the bell sounds. Eric doesn’t move from his corner as he just stares at Angel. After a couple of moments of that, Eric just moves slowly towards Angel, a sick and twisted smile on his face as does. You can see Angel is trying to not let this display get to her, but it’s not totally working. Eric lunges out, but Angel is able to duck under the grasp of Eric and roll out of the ring. She scrambles and starts to look under the ring and she finds a kendo stick. Eric rolls out of the ring and slowly makes his way towards Angel once again like a predator stalking its prey. He finally gets to within distance of Angel who swings the kendo stick and strikes him in the side. Eric doesn’t seem too phased by it and Angel swings again, this time hitting him in the midsection that does double him over. Angel then delivers a couple of shots to the back of Eric who stands straight up, just laughing at the display.

AUGUSTINO
“Is he laughing?! This motherfucker is SICK!”

HANSON
“Eric Lee, Miranda, is one of wrestling’s most twisted and diabolical individuals to ever step into the ring. He doesn’t care about wins. He doesn’t care about losses. He cares about fighting. He cares about pain.”

Angel tries to swing the kendo stick again, but this time Eric catches it and pulls it out of Angel’s grasp. Angel’s eyes go wide as she takes off and rolls back into the ring. Eric goes to try and roll back into the ring as Angel starts to delivers stomps to Eric, doing her best to keep him grounded. Angel then sends Eric into the corner. Angel runs in and delivers a running knee lift and following it up with a running bulldog. Angel then goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Angel rolls back out of the ring, looking under the apron once again and grabbing a steel chair. She rolls into the ring and as she does, Eric is making it up to his feet. Angel swings the chair, but Eric is able to duck under it and deliver a back elbow to the side of Angel’s head before grabbing the woman and sending her into the ropes. Angel comes off the ropes and Eric delivers a Tae Kod kick to the side of the head of the blonde that crumbles her to the mat. Eric rolls out of the ring, looking under the ring and finding a table. He slides it in and sets it up before he grabs Angel and picks her up.

HANSON
“My GOD!”

AUGUSTINO
“Dude is whuppin’ her fuckin’ ASS, Nick!”

Eric delivers a few different elbow strikes before resting Angel up on the table. He climbs up to the top rope and launches, looking to drive Angel through the table with a shooting star press, but Angel is able to roll out of the way at the last possible second and Eric goes crashing through the table. Angel quickly scrambles into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Angel looks at the ref, yelling that it was a three count. She rolls out of the ring once more, grabbing a purse from under the ring and rolling back inside. Eric makes it to his feet and Angel swings the purse, but Eric ducks under it and once again delivers a Tae Kod kick to the side of Angel’s head. Eric rolls out of the ring and grabs the kendo stick from earlier and slides back in. He takes the weapon and just starts wailing away on Angel’s back before tossing the kendo stick to the ground and grabbing the steel chair and wedging it between the middle and top turnbuckle. He picks Angel up and a sick grin comes across his face as he points to the chair.

He takes Angel and sends her head first into the wedged chair. He then grabs a piece of the shattered table and walks over to Angel and digs it right into her forehead. Angel screams in pain as blood starts to come down her face. She collapses into the corner, holding her forehead as she begins to plead. Eric drops down onto his hands and knees right in front of her. Like a stalking predator, once more, Eric leans in and gets right up beside Angel’s face with a twisted grin on his face. He moves his head slowly around and looks...yes, Eric Lee looks to be smelling the blood on Angel’s face.

AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhhh my GOD, WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM?!”

HANSON
“To this day, I do not know but he’s got a following and he has passed these teachings onto students. Or at least one we know of.”

AUGUSTINO
“Yeah, but Sativa’s not like THIS!!”

HANSON
“You’ve never seen Sativa Nevaeh in a deathmatch.”

Eric reaches up and runs his hand down Angel Kash’s face, getting her blood on his fingers. She visibly trembles as he touches her in such an odd, almost affectionate manner. Eric brings his bloody fingers to his lips, licking the blood off, laughing a little bit as he picks Angel up and delivers Total Insanity to her. Eric then places the chair in the center of the ring and picks Angel up, delivering Whispers in the Dark right onto the chair and going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

AUGUSTINO
“I didn’t think I’d say this about seeing Angel Kash get her ass whupped but thank GOD that one’s over!”

HANSON
“I have to wonder if there was a damn point what we just witnessed. Why call out Angel Kash of all people? This isn’t her style!”

AUGUSTINO
“Like you said Nicky...the world may never know….”

Winner: Eric Lee
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:10
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The scene opens up outside of a very used, very old VW van that is seemingly parked in a parking lot. There are a few trees and bushes seen behind the van, but the lines on the pavement would definitely indicate a parking lot.

A first male voice is heard asking, “Do you see her? This is where she said to go.” This is followed by a second male voice, “Let’s knock?”

The camera moves in and a hand reaches out and knocks on the side door of the van.

There’s a sudden jarring of the van as it rocks before a female voice yells out,

"Just a friggin’ moment! What time is it? Who’s there?”

“We’re with New Frontier Wrestling. We were told you wanted to shoot something for the upcoming show?”

The van shakes a bit before the door unlatches and slowly draws open and Lara Bratton steps out of the van. She’s dressed in a “Whitesnake” t-shirt, ripped jeans and overly sized boots that have not been laced up in who knows how long. She brings her hand up to her face and rubs it over her nose for a moment before she squints her eyes, turns around and picks up some sunglasses and places them over her eyes, “That’s better. Now what’s all this?”

“New Frontier…”

Bratton grins and nods, “Oh yeah! The wrestling thing! Yeah yeah, I gotchu! Gimme a sec.”

The camera follows her behind the van where she opens the back. Lara Bratton climbs in the back, “I got something here for you to see.” She starts shuffling through the junk, tools start flying from the back and then finally, she climbs out backwards with a small box in her hand, “Here you are!”

She walks back around and instead of setting the box down inside the van, she tips the box over and several old VHS tapes spill out onto the pavement. She squats down very unladylike and begins to spread them out before she finds exactly what she’s looking for. She pulls up the tape and blows on it as dust and dirt spray out and she coff-coff-coffs. “Haven’t used these in a minute, you know?”

A male voice is heard whispering, “Who uses VHS tapes anymore?”

“I heard that you, doorknob! You think I trust all these new fangled digital things after that incident with that video that leaked last year? Everything all tape now. The government hacked my shit.”

She leans into her van and pulls out a small TV with a VHS slot underneath and pushes the button a few times with no response and she utters something profane under her breath before she walks over, cracks open the driver side door and hops in and cranks the engine that takes a few tries before it finally growls to life and then she hops out and is finally able to get the TV on. She pops in the tape. “Now this is something I put together last year for when I started wrestling again and I was not wanting to do it again so zoom in, cameraman, real close.

She pops in the tape that squeals a bit before the image appears on the small screen.

Suddenly the tape stops, as Lara wrinkles her nose and pushes the button on the player and the tape ejects with tape all tangled up on the insides of the machine.

“Well… poop!” is her response. “I guess I gotta finish this myself,” she mutters.

She turns to the camera and grins, “Needless to say, and I only heard this from what you call, speculation through the rumor mill — that he ran off with that poor girls best friend before the wedding. But you see, there’s a happy ending to this story as something his nice new car caught fire, his cheap whore mistress used the wrong shampoo and all her hair fell out and they had to move and change their identities.”

Lara chuckles under her breath, “As if that could stop me. I mean HER!”

“So here we are New Frontier Wrestling. “The Arcane” is back in the game and looking for her next big score. So, putting all of y’all on notice that all those so called bitches you got running around will have to bow to the Bitch of Bitches.” She leans in close, “That’d be me, if’n you ain’t got my meaning yet.” Her voice gets very soft and slow, “And we’re gonna have a real good time, you and I. A real. Good. Time.”

Her eyes flicker up, “How’s that, Patrick?”

The producer’s voice is heard, “I’m Todd. And I think we can do something with this.”

Lara rights herself and nods, “Well good, now get lost.” She reaches in, turns off the van, closes the door and climbs back into the back of the van and slams the side door shut behind her as she disappears and the scene fades.
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“Dark Sentencer” is heard playing as Lilith and Christina are already in the ring, standing there with the crowd giving them a mixed reaction, but for the most part it’s cheers. The two stand there, the NFW World Tag Team Championships over their shoulders. Lilith adjusts hers as the camera zooms in on them, seeing Christina with a microphone in hand. The two look around, Christina blowing a kiss to the camera and giving a quick wink. She waits for the crowd to die down just a little bit before lifting the microphone up to her mouth to begin speaking.

“Last week, all of you had to hear from the Basic Bitch Squad. That group is trying to act like the tough girls they wish they could be. Well, at least a couple of them want to act tough. The third one comes off as a fucking brat who likes to throw a temper tantrum. Then there’s the mouthpiece. Sure, they’ve gotten the better of Lilith and I on a couple of occasions lately. Sure, they pinned me in the middle of this ring, but it wasn’t without a little shenanigans. Let’s show everyone what happened again if they happened to have forgotten.”

Christina points to the screen at the top of the ramp and a quick video shows the first attack, the night SBS returned to NFW and took out Bloody Fairytale with a surprise attack after their steel cage match. Then it shows Christina getting pepper sprayed in the eyes in the six man tag match and getting pinned. As this shows, the crowd begins to boo the actions they’re seeing.

“So, sure, they beat us. Good on them for getting one over on us. They got what they wanted by getting our attention and wanting to come after our Tag Team Championships. And you know what? We welcome the match. We know that when OUR championships are on the line, there isn’t another tag team on the entire NFW roster that can take these things from us. We’re getting close to be the longest reigning Tag Team Champions in NFW history and there isn’t anything that’s going to bring that to an end. Not The Basic Bitches, not Kicks and Stones, and not The Frighteners. It doesn’t matter who it is, we’ll step up and we’ll take them out like we have everyone else that’s stepped up to us.”

Before the crowd can show more appreciation for the champions, WagakkiBand’s “Senbonzakura” interrupts. The boos definitely grow louder as the cameras turn their attention towards the stage. One by one, SBS appears with Kaede Tanabe leading the charge; arrogant smirk on her lips, designer shades and a long fur coat over her tight dress that probably costs more than what most people in the audience make in a month. Behind her, Masami Nishikiyama, Yuka Hirata and Kayako Kazama come through the curtain. This time, they’re all wearing their red SBS track suits, comparable to what sports students in Japanese school systems sometimes wear. Masami wears hers properly while Yuka keeps her jacket sleeves tucked up with an SBS tanktop underneath. Kayako has hers zipped up, sleeves on both the jacket and pants tucked up to her elbows and knees as she bounces around. Hers also looks about one or two sizes too big for her.

Kaede has a microphone already as the four girls stop on the stage. She signals for the music to stop and rolls her eyes at the jeering audience. She looks down at the ring and rolls her eyes again. “Puh-leeeeeaaase, enough with the incessant whining!” Kaede makes a mock-sad face and proceeds to tip toe daintily around in a circle as she mocks Christina. “Oh! They jumped us from behind! Oh! They got something in my eyes!” She stops turning with her back to the ring and wiggles her butt in sync with her “Boo-hoo-fuckin-hoo!” Then she spins right back around to face Bloody Fairytale. “You should be aware, gorgeous - yes, I said it, you should thank me - that before we touched down in America again, we’ve been keeping close tabs on you.” She stops for a second, tapping her chin with her index fingernail on her other hand. “Hmm..what’s that American phrase?”

“Go fuck yourself?” Christina immediately interrupts, looking up the ramp at the four women standing there, the look on her face was showing she was clearly annoyed at the interruption and ready for a fight.

Even more annoyed is Kaede who stands there with her eyes narrowed and her cheeks slightly puffed out. Not to the dramatic effect Kayako does, but in Kaede’s case it’s legit annoyance as she brings the microphone back to her lips. “Listen here, bitch—”

Before she can continue, Yuka Hirata steps over and puts a hand over the microphone. Kaede looks surprised at first but the friends exchange brief words before Kaede nods and lets Yuka take the mic. Yuka fist bumps their manager before turning back to Bloody Fairytale. “I think she meant phrase...pot meet kettle!” The crowd booed again as Yuka adjusted her sleeves, keeping them from sliding down. She tucks her other hand down into her waistband of her pants, thumb out. “You cry cry about sneak attacks. About getting sprayed. That no different than shit you purru. Now!” Her other hand comes up again with an index finger to shush both the crowd and the tag champs before anybody can correct her. “Maybe not arru time...true. But...that is your proburrem! You do not take initiative enough!” The crowd stirs in confusion. The hell is she talking about? Yuka smiles. As she’s not in her gear, she doesn’t have her black makeup on. “We want something? We let you know. We go for it. We reach out. We take. Might have thought you can appreciate someone like minded, no?”

Christina stands there, eyes focused right on Yuka right now. Focused more than ever now, taking in the words, listening, laughing a little bit at the claims she’s putting forth. “Honestly, do your fucking research. We came in, saying we were going to be the next Tag Team Champions. We put our goal out there and we EARNED these!” The crowd cheers as her and Lilith hold up the NFW Tag Team Championships high in the air. “I won our opportunity against three other world class teams. We came in, took over, and haven’t looked back. We know we have targets on our backs. We know that every other tag team is gunning right for us. We don’t back down from a fight. We don’t back down from a challenge. And we definitely aren’t scared of anybody.”

The crowd swells once again as the two stand there, continuing to hold the ring as they wait for the other women to come down and do something. “We’re here, we’re ready for a fight. Get your bitch asses down here and take us on!”

As Yuka starts to open her mouth, Kayako runs up and pulls the microphone over to her, holding onto Yuka’s hand with both of hers. “BITCH ASSES?! YOU ARE VERY MEAN!! VERY VERY VERY ME—”

Yuka tugs the microphone back and says something to Kayako. She pats the girl on the head before turning back to the ring. “Earned them. Hai.” Now, Yuka starts walking down the ramp. Seeing this, Kayako looks a little surprised as if she didn’t expect her partner to move closer but she scurries to catch up. Masami and Kaede hang back on the stage. “But! Correct us if wrong. Since then, you have not done some same things we have?” Yuka keeps her smirk, knowing the true answer but will Christina own up to it?

“I mean, if you call retaliation for what a couple of bitches did to Lilith the same thing y’all have done, sure. If you mean cheating to earn a title opportunity, then no. I’ll never admit to being the best person in the world, but I’ll never take a shortcut to win a match. I don’t need to, we don’t need to. We’re just that fucking good.” Christina responds, not taking her eyes off the two women coming down the ramp towards the ring. You can still tell in her body language that the red head is more than ready for a fight. As she’s glaring, Lilith grabs the microphone and it kind of catches Christina off guard as her friend does so.

“We ain’t scared of you or anyone. Chrissy and me know we can beat you and put y’all behind us once again.”

Yuka stops at the foot of the ramp and grins as she tilts the microphone out with her wrist. “Ne?” Her eyebrows raise with interest at the claim. She looks to Kayako who looks back at her with a playful smirk growing on her face, almost as if she’s reading her friend’s mind. She claps her hands in light excitement. Yuka looks back at Kaede and Masami. “Oi! Kae-chan! Masa-chan! Soko ni taizai. Kaya-chan?” She turns to the girl beside her. “Kore o yarou.” With that, she drops the microphone and Yuka and Kayako hit the ring like a pair of bats out of Hell. Lilith and Christina rush to meet the two and they pair off. Chrissy with Yuka. Lilith with Kayako. The crowd is roaring. The commentary team is going insane. The fight is on. As it unfolds, Kaede and Masami just stand up on the stage, watching.

The brawl goes, the four women exchanging forearms with one another. The four aren’t back down from one another before the champions deliver a pair of clotheslines that send Yuka and Kayako out to the floor. The crowd fires up as Christina hits the ropes, flying over them and delivering a corkscrew tope con hilo that hits both of them and takes them to the floor. She stands up, sliding back into the ring, standing on the bottom rope, looking at Kaede and Masami standing at the top of the ramp and motioning for them to come down and get a piece if they dare. Lilith on the other hand is standing there, holding the two titles in the air, her expression one of focus as she stares down the two at the base of the ring.

Yuka and Kayako both lay on the floor, taking their time in getting their bearings. Kaede starts digging into her purse, obviously for her pepper spray but Masami sticks out a hand to stop her. The crowd gives a mixture of cheers and boos then as the powerhouse of SBS starts walking down the ramp, unzipping and removing her track jacket. She just gets the jacket off of her shoulders before the crowd pops again as The Kingdom’s Lluvia Cane comes running from backstage, around the stage and along the ramp. In one swift step, Lluvia puts a foot up on the stage and propels herself forward, taking Masami to the floor. Her arms are trapped by her half removed jacket and the Cherokee Princess starts laying in the shots, riling the crowd up even more.

Up on the stage, Kaede digs her pepper spray out of her purse and moves down the ramp as fast as her heels can carry her. Before she can get the cap off, however, Lluvia spins around with fire in her eyes and the manager of SBS freezes. She starts to back up in fear as Lluvia begins approaching slowly. A moment later, she’s flanked by Bloody Fairytale who all look at Kaede like they’re ready to rip her head off. Kaede yelps out and scurries back up the ramp as fast as she can. Meanwhile, SBS have retreated through the crowd, licking their wounds as “Sound of Us” plays and the three Kingdom girls taking on SBS on the 19th take center stage, soaking in their new praise from the fans.
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Match #4. Singles Contest For The NFW Women’s Television Championship

Angel Kusanagi © v. Sela Rica-Lark

The opening chords of Halestorm’s “I Like It Heavy” play on the speakers. The lights fade out until only the stage is lit. Sela steps out from behind the curtains.

“Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty
I see the good in the bad and the ugly
I need the volume one louder than ten
I put the pedal to the metal, needle into the red
If the windows ain't shaking making my heart race
If I can't feel it in my chest I'm in the wrong damn place!”

Sela poses at the top of the ramp to the crowd’s reaction. When the tempo picks up she slams her fist to the ground as the lights come back up alternating in light blues and reds.

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship! Introducing first the challenger...making her NFW debut! From Tucson, Arizona! She is the Underground Queen...SELA...RICA..LARK!!!!”

“I got a demon in my soul and a voice in my head
It's saying go, go, go! I can sleep when I'm dead
There's a sonic revelation bringing me to my knees
And there's a man down below who needs my sympathy
I got a ringing in my ears getting ready to burst
Screaming ‘hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church’”

Sela walks down the ramp, a sadistic smile on her face as she looks towards the ring. She takes her time at ringside, teasing a ringpost with her fingers as she walks to one side of the ring and climbs on the apron near the corner. When the chorus kicks in she climbs up the turnbuckle and poses again.

I like it louder than the boom of a big bass drum
I need it harder than the sound of a guitar grunge
I love to crank it up, make it thump and evil to the core
Headbanging in the pit and throwing my horns
And just like old school Sabbath, Zeppelin and Lemmy
I need to drop it down low and make it heavy
I like it heavy, oh ohh
I like it heavy, oh ohh

Sela hops down inside the ring and poses once more inside the ring. She slaps at her chest several times screaming out to the audience before going to her corner. Her music fades as she warms up for her match.


The arena goes completely dark as the opening notes are heard. At 25 seconds in, when the bass beat kicks in, 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.

Dead niggas on the premises I sin yeah
Zulu nigga with a motherfucking thin spear
I've been clear get yo' fucking ass in here
The shit niggas talk don’t impress cos' I’ve been there
I've done that motherfuckers best to run back

From the curtain, Angel Kusanagi bursts out, throwing it aside as she jogs out onto the stage in her hooded haori over her gear. Angel slows to a steady stroll as she paces on the stage, looking around at the crowd from under her hood and gas mask. Only the wildness in her eyes is visible as she takes in the sight of the audience before focusing her attention down at the ring. The NFW Women’s TV Title is clutched in one hand which she holds up over her head and casts her gaze up at it.

Slap yo self' and get your cunt checked
Cos' niggas don't bust like us
Don't crush like us
Sniff a little dust and I feel buff like buzz

Angel's head bobs to her music for a moment before she begins her way down the ramp, approaching the ring with a bit of a skip to her step.

ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Osaka, Japan. She is the NFW Women’s Television Champion. ANGEL...KUSANAGI!!!!”

You ain't ready for this nigga Balotelli
Pelli Pelli getting sweaty
Cos I'm freakin' with your favorite baby
You got a rain check I came to bring the pain back
Rough neck swinging with the motherfuckin' cane back

Yes we've been endorsed by four horsemen of course awesome
Never lost to first caution I floss often like I'm Mark Boss I'm cautious
Yeh, now headbang until you’re nauseous

Angel reaches the ring, running and sliding in under the bottom rope where she pops up onto one knee in the center. In this position, she continues to bob her head, eerily, to the beat of the song before hopping up to her feet and throwing her hood back. She looks at her opponent with a deranged twinkle in her eye. It almost looks like she's smiling under her gas mask as she draws her finger across her throat and points a gun hand at them(alternatively, if she enters first, she will do this to the camera). She backs into her corner, removing her entrance gear, awaiting the start of the match.

~DING DING DING~

From the moment the bell rang, Sela Rica-Lark and Angel Kusanagi exchanged an intense staredown from across the ring. These two had built more than just heat between two one-time opponents. Sela came out of the corner, eyeing Angel like a cat on the prowl and was already beginning to move in a circle as Angel came out of her corner to meet her. Once both women were at the center, they stayed locked on one another and continued to circle. Now they were both like a pair of hunters, eyeing one another and waiting for the moment to strike. The two lunged forward, looking like they were going for a lockup but Sela shot in underneath Angel’s reach and took her to the mat with a double leg takedown and went right for the ground and pound. Angel covered up with her arms like she knew just what to do in this situation as the crowd went wild right from the get go.

HANSON
“Watch out! Here we go! Sela Rica-Lark! Angel Kusanagi! For the Women’s Television Title!”

AUGUSTINO
“This shit is ON, Nicky!!!”

HANSON
“Oh! Whoa! And Kusanagi goes for the eyes?!”

This was prompted as Angel reached up during Sela’s ground pound and raked her nails across the woman’s eyes. It got her off and the referee warned Angel about using her nails. The crowd didn’t quite boo the defending champion as they knew this wasn’t quite out of her behavior. Angel rolled to her feet and moved right in on Sela, grabbing the woman and throwing her shoulder first in between the turnbuckles into the ring post. As Sela went to stand up again, Angel spun her around and leaned her back into the corner for a series of backhanded chops across the chest. This didn’t seem to get Angel anywhere in wearing Sela down as the woman seemed to enjoy it more than anything. Each chop, while initially causing her to react as anyone might from such a move, had the woman coming right back with a crazed look of enjoyment in her eyes as she looked right at Angel and licked her lips before bearing her teeth and mouthing for the Japanese woman to bring it. Give her more. After a moment, Angel had enough and feigned another chop just to switch it up and forearm Sela right in the jaw. This one rocked her and Angel stepped back just enough to open up with a storm of kicks to the chest, going wild until the referee reached the four count. Angel ceased her assault, then snapmared Sela out of the corner and down to the mat. With a feral yell, Angel charged in and delivered a hesitating dropkick right to the upper spine of the Underground Queen and went for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

But Sela kicked out. This only seemed to amuse Angel as she swung a leg right over the woman and straddled her chest. With a hand on Sela’s jaw, Angel lifted her head up and reached back with her other hand to grab a handful of hair as she got right in the woman’s face, sneering while taunting her in Japanese. The referee started warning Angel about the hair but Angel wasn’t having it. She said something else before, to the shock of the audience and commentary team, spitting saliva in Sela’s face before running her tongue up the woman’s cheek where she spit. The crowd reacted in shock. Some in disgust. Angel just grinned sadistically and hit Sela with another forearm before getting up to her feet and spanking her butt at the crowd. As she was doing this, Sela Rica-Lark got to her feet and Angel turned around, looking surprised at first then amused to see that the woman had gotten up and looked like she was still rearing to go. Sela ran a finger down her cheek where Angel had licked and sucked the tip of her finger. She narrowed her eyes salaciously, mouthing to Angel ‘that’s what I want. I like that shit.’ Looking more amused than anything, Angel nodded as if to ask Sela ‘you want some more bitch?’ Angel stepped in as Sela beckoned her forward and started feeding the woman more forearms. She then hit the ropes and came back off but Sela caught her into a deep armdrag and locked her right into an armbar!!

AUGUSTINO
“HEYOOOO WATCH OUT, BITCHES!!!!”

HANSON
“Sela’s gonna take that arm if Angel doesn’t get loose!”

Angel writhed and struggled, trying to get out of the armbar as quickly as she could before she finally got her foot on the ropes. Sela released at the count of four and, as Angel held her arm and started sitting up, the Underground Queen came running off the ropes, hitting a basement dropkick that sent Angel forward. Angel slid under the bottom rope in a manner that had her going legs first and being forced right into the rope, essentially getting clotheslined before she fell to the floor. Sela slid out of the ring after Angel and grabbed the woman around the head. Despite the pleading of the commentary team, Sela drove Angel’s head right into the padding with a Snap DDT. Angel fell limp to the floor and Sela picked her up, rolling her back inside, following her in. Sela went for the cover then, straddling Angel with her hands pinning the woman’s wrists down above her as Sela arched her back in a seductive manner and gave an alluring look to the audience.

ONE!

TWO!

But Angel got the shoulders up by planting her feet and arching her hips up, lifting Sela up on top of her. Sela saw an opening, though and pushed up as well, essentially jumping and bringing her knees down into Angel’s ribs to drive her back to the mat and knock the wind out of her. Sela got to her feet and Angel rolled over onto her stomach trying to catch her breath but Sela saw the opening and grabbed her by the arms, planting a foot in between her shoulders and driving her face down into the mat with HURTS SO GOOD! Sela went for the cover again.

ONE!

TWO!

Angel got the shoulder up and rolled over again, trying to get to her feet. Sela helped her, lifting her into a full nelson hold, looking like she was about to go for Salt In The Cut but Angel managed to slip her arms free from the setup and kicked Sela in the midsection. Sela stumbled back but came right back at Angel. Angel fed her a forearm to the jaw, knocking her back again. But Sela came at her still prompting Angel to hit a standing spinning heel kick. This rocked Sela a little more and Angel stepped in, hastily setting her up with Sela’s legs around her waist and the Underground Queen’s head tucked underneath her arm. Angel threw herself back about as violently as she could and DRILLED Sela with a Cradle DDT! She failed to capitalize right away, however, as exhaustion was beginning to show in both women who lay there beside one another. Angel got up first, however as Sela began to stir and moved in to continue the offense. Twisting up Sela’s legs with the woman on her stomach, Angel arched backwards and cinched in a Muta Lock but Sela only seemed to be enjoying the torment Angel was putting her body through until Angel worked her fingers into Sela’s mouth, essentially adding a double fish hook to the hold. Now Sela began to display some discomfort as her lips were stretched open painfully. She looked like she was going to tap but instead, Angel began suddenly screaming in pain as Sela began to bite down on the fingers inside her mouth. Angel released the hold with her legs but Sela held onto those fingers with her teeth.

HANSON
“Look at that! She’s biting! She’s biting the fingers of Angel Kusanagi!”

AUGUSTINO
“She’s drawing blood, Nicky!”

HANSON
“Is she rea--OH MY GOD!”

The ref started counting, prompting Sela to release Angel’s fingers. The Japanese woman stumbled back, bringing her hands into her chest as Sela looked up at her from on her stomach, grinning and licking her lips as two thin trails of blood were visible down either side of her chin. A quick cut over from the camera showed Angel’s fingers bleeding from Sela’s teeth and just how hard she had bit. Sela was enjoying it but as she pushed herself up onto her knees, Angel came barreling in for a Yakuza kick but Sela sprung up and rocked her with a European Uppercut. As Angel was knocked spinning around, however, she had enough cognitive thought to throw herself back and nail Sela with a Pele Kick! Sela stumbled back and fell onto the middle rope, leaning for a rest. As much as Angel was hurting, she saw the opening and got to her feet. Angel hopped over the top rope, landed on the apron and ran in for her Draping Big Boot move but Sela appeared to be playing possum as she caught Angel by the leg with her arms. Sela held on as she stepped out onto the apron as well before shoving Angel’s leg down and as the Japanese woman came forward from the momentum, Sela rocked her with a headbutt. This sent Angel spinning around and Sela stepped in, and lifted Angel up, delivering a backdrop driver right onto the apron. The crowd roared emphatically as both women crumpled to the outside floor.

AUGUSTINO
“DIOS MIO! ESTA PERRA ES UNA LOCURA!”

HANSON
“That might be it for Kusanagi!! I don’t know how you get up from something like that!”

AUGUSTINO
“You don’t!”

The referee began her count but Sela Rica-Lark had enough gas in the tank to pull herself up on the apron before leaning back to catch her breath. She looked as if she was in pain too, but the camera caught a close up of her pained expression turning into a smile and a tired laugh. She was really enjoying this. Sela picked Angel up and threw her back into the ring again once the woman began to stir. Sela took her time getting back up onto the apron, doing so in a manner that teased the crowd with the movement of her hips. It was here she made the small mistake of taking too long and turning directly to the crowd, giving Angel enough time to pull herself up to her feet and look towards Sela with a look of murder in her eyes. As Sela turned around, Angel took the opportunity to step in and nail her with an Enziguri. The sound of the kick POPPED throughout the audience as Sela slumped down onto her knees and was right back on the second rope, just on the other side. Angel ran to the corner and came barreling in, nailing Sela with a Big Boot to the side of the head and sending her out to the floor again.

HANSON
“What was that you were saying about not getting up, Miranda?!”

AUGUSTINO
“I stand corrected! I guess if you’re Superior Angel, you do!”

While Sela hit the ground, she wasn’t completely floored yet as she went right back to pulling herself up to her feet on the security barricade. Seeing this, Angel just looked more determined and slingshotted herself over the top rope onto the apron before popping up and springing off of the middle rope for an Asai Moonsault, right down onto Sela as the woman turned around. The crowd started getting behind Angel again as both women crumpled to the ringside floor. The referee began to count again with both women barely making it into the ring before the 20 count. Angel threw Sela back in this time and stood over the woman, sticking her boot underneath her chin and began lifting her up.

HANSON
“Ohhhhhh we know what this is!”

AUGUSTINO
“I think Angel’s had enough fucking around! She’s about to put Sela to sleep with one hard ass pillow!”

Once Sela was back on her feet, Angel pivoted on her heel and went for the Steel Feather but Sela managed to weave back, out of the reach of Angel’s foot and when Angel had her back to her, Sela stepped in and caught her in a Full Nelson, driving her down with a backbreaker, for Salt In The Cut! It was Sela now who failed to capitalize right away as she fell back onto her butt to catch her breath while Angel put a hand to her back. Rather than try to go for the pin, however, Sela seemed to know it would take more to finish her opponent. She pulled Angel up to her feet for the setup. Holding Angel by the head, Sela went for Just For Fun but Angel followed through and landed on her feet, slipping her head free. As Sela stepped in again, Angel spun around and popped her in the head with a roundhouse kick. Sela stumbled back and Angel went for the Steel Feather again but as she did, and while she nailed it, Sela stepped in and brought her leg up delivering a stiff superkick that sent spit flying from Angel’s mouth. Both women wobbled on their feet. Both women toppled over with Sela falling onto her back and Angel toppling forward right beside her, face down. The ref was about to start the count to ten when she noticed that, as Angel had fallen, one hand just so happened to end up laying on Sela’s stomach, palm facing up. It was a technicality on a sheer matter of luck, it seemed, but the referee dropped down to administer the pinfall count.

HANSON
“Hey wait a sec! Both women are down but look at Angel’s hand!”

ONE!

AUGUSTINO
“Wait, WHAT?!”

TWO!

HANSON
“Angel’s technically got a cover!!!”

THREE!

HANSON
“AND SHE RETAINS!!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“HOLY SHIT!”

HANSON
“ANGEL RETAINS!!”

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner and STILL NFW Women’s Television Champion! ANGEL...KUSAAAANAGIIIII!!!”

“Blood Shake” fills the arena again as both women lie there on the mat. Only when the referee brings the title over to Angel Kusanagi and tries to rouse her does she stir and roll onto her back before sitting up. With the title being placed in her hands again, Angel takes a moment to recollect what’s even happening. She looks over at Sela Rica-Lark as the woman pulls herself out of the ring and makes her way backwards up the ramp. Through the pain and exhaustion, she smiles and Angel throws a wicked smile right back at her as if to say she enjoyed the fight. Blood still trickles from her fingers as she holds the title in hand and pulls herself up to her feet to hold the Women’s TV Title up over her head. She takes her WWH Demolition Title and holds it down at her side as she celebrates her retention of her NFW belt. Exhausted. Sweaty. Bloody hands. A happy yet slightly twisted smile on her face. Angel Kusanagi drop rolls out of the ring and begins making her way up the ramp again with another sense of purpose. Where is she going now? Nobody knows as she throws the curtain aside and disappears.

Winner: Angel Kusanagi (Still Champion)
Result: Pinfall
Time: 19:53
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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 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 creativity to do so. Hail Xaphan. Lord and Master of Fire."

He then walks to the western point of the circle.

"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."

Once again be moves to the northern point of the circle.

"I pray thee Belial, bestow upon us the strength of your design. Give us the gift of stability. To start the new year free of past stalemates. Allow our thoughts and actions to be our protection. Be present that I shall not falter in our decisions. I am as the stable earth. I humbly pay homage to thee in our offer of earth that you may know our respect for your vast strength. I offer requests of new beginnings, strength, and mundane matters that I may employ your creation to do so. Hail Belial. Lord and Master of Earth."

He finally comes 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."

Anton kneels in the middle of the circle and starts to chant.

“O Domine, Lucifer, oro te, ut mihi nunc servum mittere. Unum quest in adjutorium meum intende. A servus mortale. Unus de maioribus ista permaneat O. Quaeso, Domine, studiosissimus minister vester servus.”

Anton then crosses himself in reverse before standing. He faces to the east.

"Hail Lucifer. Lord and Master of Air. I thank thee for
being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."

He turns to the north.

"Hail Belial. Lord and Master of Earth. I thank thee for
being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."

He faces the west.

"Hail Leviathan. Lord and Master of Water. I thank thee
for being present at our ritual. I bid you, go in peace."

He finally turns back 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."

Anton blows out all the candles plunging the room into darkness.
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Match #5. Singles Contest
Bronwyn Good v. Morgan Payne

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. Morgan wears a stoic, cold expression on her face the entire time, ignoring what few fans still offer their beer cups out to her. 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 arena lights go out and “Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-all)” by Type-O Negative starts playing. A white spotlight outlines “Salem’s Forgotten Daughter” Bronwyn Good. She is standing with her back facing the ring and her entrance attire hood up. She holds that pose as the lyrics start.

“She's in love with herself
She likes the dark
On her milk white neck
The Devil's mark
It's all Hallows Eve
The moon is full
Will she trick or treat
I bet she will”

She turns on the spot and starts towards the ring, the spotlight following her the entire way. She climbs the steps and then onto the nearest turnbuckle. Once atop it she squats down and looks out over the crowd. She sticks out her split, serpent modded, tongue.

ARDEN
“Her opponent! From Salem, Massachusetts! She is Salem’s Forgotten Daughter...BRONWYN...GOOD!!!”

“She's got date at midnight
With Nosferatu
Oh baby, Lilly Munster
Ain't got nothing on you
Well when I called her evil
She just laughed
And cast that spell on me
Boo Bitch Craft”

She jumps down as the lights slowly rise. She takes off her hood and vest and hands them off as she waits for the match to start.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rang and Bronywn Good and Morgan Payne met in the middle of the ring with Morgan already beginning to jawjack. Bronwyn’s black lips curled into a smile as her pale eyes - from contacts of course - stared right back at Morgan as the hot tempered Kingdom member jabbed a finger in her chest, spouting trash talk. Bronwyn responded, suddenly, by shoving Morgan back and taunted her with her forked tongue sticking out at her. Morgan didn’t take too kindly to this and answered it with a SLAP across the face of the Witch! Bronwyn looked less amused now and stepped in for a shot but Morgan blocked it with a forearm and began throwing shots with her other forearm right into Bronwyn’s jaw and neck, backing her into the corner. The referee began the count to break them up. Morgan stepped away at the count of four and while she was yelling at the ref to back off, Bronwyn burst out of the corner with a Shotgun Dropkick, sending Morgan back across the mat. Morgan rolled right back up into the corner and Bronwyn came running in for a leaping forearm but Morgan got out of the way, sending her crashing against the turnbuckle. Wasting no time, Morgan spun Bronwyn around and hit her with a knife edged backhand chop to the chest before throwing her to the floor and coming off of the ropes for a dropkick, knocking Bronwyn out of the ring and onto the floor.

AUGUSTINO
“WHOOOAAA!!! What’s that called again, Nicky?!”

HANSON
“She calls that Yoi Yoi Double Yoi!!”

AUGUSTINO
“Payne’s been chomping at the bit to get at Bronwyn Good for weeks now!”

HANSON
“The entire Kingdom has, I think! After what she did to the Women’s World Champion?! Who can blame them!”

Bronwyn hurriedly got to her feet but Morgan was already out on the apron and came running off for a cannonball senton, taking them both to the floor. The crowd was already getting loud as this match had gone from 0 to 60 in 0.2 seconds! Morgan popped up to her feet, beating a fist against her chest and yelled to the crowd with a look of rage on her face. As Bronwyn moved to get up again, Morgan helped her, ramming her face into the ring apron then. She then grabbed her by the head again and rammed her face into the security barricade. As Bronwyn came off, Morgan grabbed her once more and repeated the move on the apron again.

HANSON
“Look at how fired up Morgan Payne is! I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this angry!”

AUGUSTINO
“Bouncing Good’s head off of shit like a pinball machine!”

Morgan continued her angry assault, running Bronwyn right into the ringpost, all the while talking trash that was only partially caught on the camera, asking her if she this is what she expected. Morgan hammered Bronwyn with forearms across the back, working her over towards the announce table and ran her face down into the tabletop.

HANSON
“Hey whoa, watch it now. They’re right here in front of us!”

AUGUSTINO
“I’m getting up!”

Miranda Augustino scrambled out of her chair and to her feet. Nick Hanson did the same as Morgan began clearing the table off, throwing the logo panel aside and pulled out the monitors. With the second monitor, she raised it up and SLAMMED it down across Bronwyn’s back. The referee leaned out of the ropes then and yelled a warning to Morgan to watch the use of foreign objects. Next one would be a disqualification. Morgan flicked her hand under her chin at the referee and turned the hand into a middle finger, yelling something in Italian to her before grabbing Bronwyn and rolling her onto the table top.

HANSON
“Hey now, what’s Morgan doing?”

AUGUSTINO
“No clue but she just killed my fucking monitor!”

Morgan grabbed Bronwyn by the hair and began laying into her with straight fists to the forehead before headbutting her and stepped back, looking up at the turnbuckle as the referee began to count.

AUGUSTINO
“Wait a second. What the hell is she looking at?!”

HANSON
“What’s going on inside that head of hers?”

AUGUSTINO
“Hamster’s doing something!”

Morgan heard that, looked at Miranda and pointed a finger at her, throwing her the bird as well before rolling back into the ring to stop the ref’s count. She then climbed on top of the turnbuckle, positioning herself with her back to the outside.

HANSON
“Ohhhh you gotta be….”

AUGUSTINO
“Nicky, get AWAY from the fucking table!”

Both announcers put a distance between themselves and the table as Morgan stood up on the turnbuckle. Morgan looked back at Bronwyn on the announce table before looking up with a finger on her chin, feigning consideration before nodding to herself and threw herself back off into a moonsault. Morgan soared up and came crashing down just after Bronwyn Good rolled off of the table and the Pittsburgh native met only the table itself, causing it to implode underneath her with a thunderous crash. The crowd roared and jumped to their feet as both women laid there on the floor with Bronwyn beginning to stir and Morgan laying there like she was as dead as a doornail. Bronwyn pulled herself to her feet on the security barricade, seeing that Morgan was down and smiled wickedly, tapping her temple. She pulled Morgan to her feet and threw her back inside the ring, crawling in behind her to make the cover.

HANSON
“Was Bronwyn playing possum?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Witches have tricks, Nicky!”

ONE!

TWO!

Morgan got the shoulder up and Bronwyn mounted her before grabbing her by the hair and rained some of her own punches down on her. Morgan ate several but managed to cover up thanks to her MMA training from Jasmine Matthews. Bronwyn, instead then, got to her feet and started laying boots to the woman before moving to the ropes and delivered an Arabian Press right across her midsection. Brownyn followed through with the momentum and came up onto her feet, backing away and lining Morgan up for something else. Morgan rolled onto her front and pushed herself up to her knees, where Bronwyn came charging in and landed the Cauldron Stirrer! She went for the cover again.

ONE!

TWO!

But Morgan kicked out and Bronwyn began to look a little frustrated as she threw a couple of forearms to keep Morgan down before going to the turnbuckle herself. Bronwyn climbed to the top and went for a Shooting Star Press. Beautiful execution but not so great of a landing as Morgan brought the knees up right into the ribs. Brownyn clutched at her midsection and Morgan immediately pulled herself up and grabbed the goth woman, hitting a German Suplex. Rather than release her, however, she held on and switched positions, delivering a Gutwrench Suplex. Morgan still held on and finished the combination with another switch of position, driving Bronwyn down with a Saito Suplex. Now it was her turn to go for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

However, Bronwyn kicked out just in time, causing Morgan to come up with a loud, audible, angry “FUCK!” Fuming now, Morgan got up and began rolling her shoulder, watching as Bronwyn started stirring again and began climbing to her feet. When she had both feet on the mat and was starting to straighten, Morgan ran off the ropes and came in attempting The Faded Line. Bronwyn ducked, however, and Morgan nailed the referee inside out. Bronwyn wasted no time and came off of the ropes, catching Morgan with Burn The Witch! She went for the cover but the referee was down and out. As Bronwyn chided the referee to get up, Morgan found her footing again. Bronwyn gave up on trying to rouse the ref and decided to turn her attention back to Morgan but she turned around right into a leaping bicycle kick right to the face!

HANSON
“THERE IT IS!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“TASTES LIKE TIMBALAND BOOT, BITCH!”

Morgan went for the cover then but also saw that the referee was still down from her clothesline from hell. She crawled over and gently shook the female official, having not lost her kind spot for non-competing members and took a moment to make sure the woman wasn’t too badly hurt. She appeared to be asking her if she was alright to which the referee, face down, nodded and started stirring. What Morgan didn’t see, was Bronwyn getting up onto one knee and producing a handful of green powder in her hand. Looking over her shoulder at Morgan, she waited for the woman to turn around and came up, flinging the power right in her face! Morgan grabbed at her eyes again and stumbled around, putting her back to Bronwyn.

AUGUSTINO
“OH COME THE FUCK ON!!!”

HANSON
“MAGIC POWDER!!! THE REF DIDN’T SEE IT!!”

AUGUSTINO
“She’s gonna see it on Morgan’s face when she looks up!”

But Bronwyn Good rushed in and jumped behind Morgan, catching her around the neck with her legs and delivered Phantasmagoria, planting her head right into the mat. Bronwyn flipped right around, locking Morgan into a schoolboy from the position the Kingdom member landed in and hastily yelled to the referee who was coming back to her senses. Seeing the cover only, the referee crawled over and made the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner! Salem’s Forgotten Daughter! BRONWYN...GOOD!!!!”

HANSON
“A victory for Bronwyn Good but we all saw how it went down!”

AUGUSTINO
“The ref sure didn’t!!”

As Bronwyn celebrated her victory in the ring, Morgan rolled out onto the floor, rubbing her eyes. The audience, booing at first, began roaring their approval as a woman came bursting from the curtain and made a beeline right down towards the ring.

HANSON
“There’s someone who did, Miranda!! Here comes Jasmine Matthews!! The Queen of the Kingdom is coming to get her some!!!”

Jasmine Matthews slid into the ring, wearing her red ring gear with a black Kingdom shirt over her gear top. As Bronwyn turned around, Jasmine shot in and snatched her up by the legs with an MMA takedown, going right into a ground and pound. The crowd went wild as the referee tried to pull Jasmine off but she shoved the official away. This, however, gave Bronwyn Good time to get away and she rolled out of the ring. Jasmine comes out of the ring and goes for Bronwyn again but she’s grabbed by several security staff who hold her back. A handful of others put themselves in front of Bronwyn to keep her from going at Jasmine. It’s all hell breaking loose until a woman’s voice interrupts everything.

“HEY HEY HEY!!!!”

The crowd cheers as Women’s General Manager, Isabella Santiago comes storming from the back with a microphone in hand. She’s stunning. She’s professional looking. But she’s pissed.

“I told you, I told everyone on the roster, in my division that I wasn’t going to stand for this! You ladies wanna fight? Fine, I’ll allow it. However, it’ll be when I say so! But you know I’m also fair so I’m not gonna make you wait long. I’m only gonna make you wait until next week...when we’re in Plymouth Massachusetts...at Plymouth Rock Madness...for an Extreme Rules match!”

AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhhh ho-ho-ho-hooooooo!!!! MAN!!!!”

HANSON
“You heard it straight from the boss’s mouth folks!”

“Hold on, now!” I’m not finished!”

Isabella holds a finger up in the air to silence everybody.

“I want you two to give it your all next week. I’m sure you will. But just to make sure? The winner of the match...will be the one that goes to WrestleWar XVI...as the next number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship!!”

HANSON
“WHOOOOOAAAAAAA!!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“NIIIIIIIIICE!!!!”

“You ladies have a good evening. Good luck next week.”

Isabella lowers the mic and oversees security to make sure Bronwyn and Jasmine aren’t allowed to get at each other. Security continued to pull Bronwyn Good and Jasmine Matthews apart but Jasmine willingly concedes, telling security to let her go so she can go to Morgan. Bronwyn Good is guided away as Jasmine goes over and puts an arm around her stable mate, walking with her towards the back. As they pass the Women’s General Manager, Jasmine gives a nod of approval as if to say ‘that’s right’ before she and Morgan disappear to the back.

Winner: Bronwyn Good
Result: Pinfall
Time: 15:48
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Inside a darkened interview room, Adrianna Salvatore sits in a chair, looking right into the camera. Her attire is simple yet it speaks volumes about her. A pair of faded blue jeans with holes in them exposes her knees as she sits with her legs bent, black low rise boots planted firmly against the floor. A black Misfits shirt can be seen underneath her favorite denim vest that she wears with the hood up over her head. Patches of various punk and metal bands are sewn into the faded grey fabric. Her Misfits t-shirt has been made sleeveless, allowing viewers to see the hardened, lean muscle of her arms. Adrianna stares hard into the camera and begins to speak with conviction lacing every word that comes out of her mouth.

“Let’s take a trip back down memory lane. All the way back to last year. March 4th, 2018. On the second episode of this re-incarnated promotion, I started writing my history as a professional wrestler. The week before, I let everyone know who I was. But on the mentioned date, I let them know just what I was capable of. I went through the entirety of what was the Women’s Roster at that point. Thirteen women, myself included, had our eyes on the prize. But it was me who came out on top at the end.”

She thumbs to herself as she speaks.

“It was me who went through twelve other women to become the re-crowned NFW Women’s Champion. I wasn’t the greatest champion, I’ll admit. Sure, I was a fighting champion. But in the beginning of my run, I had no sense of honor that a champion should have. I only cared about destruction. I only cared about chaos. I only cared about hurting anyone I could and I knew that holding the top prize in this division would serve as the flame to draw in the moths so I could burn them all. That’s all I gave a shit about at first.”

Adrianna shakes her head, clearly not proud of that time in her life but then a small smile creeps across her face.

“But then I met the one person in my life who made me want to feel again. Made me want to love again. Others saw a troublemaker. An annoying little brat of a woman who liked to crack jokes and get underneath people’s skin. I saw someone...someone that could maybe save me. Save me from myself. And she did. She opened my eyes to the real world around me and it didn’t even take her returning the feelings that I’d found for her to do it. Just having her with me was enough. She made me a different person. She made me me again. But make no mistake, because as history will show, I’m still dangerous when I lace up the boots and step into that ring. I remained Women’s World Champion even after Mia Hayashi killed the demon that had taken over and made me an empty, monstrous shell of a human being. It wasn’t until I faced another person who had gone through her own evolution that I had to hand that title over and recognize someone else as what I had been for almost a full year. Eleven months. Eleven. Fucking. Months, I reigned as the top of this company’s women’s division. And it took the woman who dethroned me, two tries before I was no longer holding the crown.”

Adrianna looks down with a thoughtful expression washing across her face before she looks up at the camera again.

“And it came to my attention that everyone who has ever defeated me in this company - barring two - is gone. Two people remain here who have ever beaten me and, frankly, they’re not of my concern moving forward. Eavan Maloney has her eyes set on the Silver Mountain Championship and for as small as she is, taking on a guy as big as Rick Dickulous is, I think she could very well win it. So that’s Eavan. Then there’s Erin Mercer who defeated me once in order to win a crack at the belt when I had it. I shut that shit down real quick. I showed her that there’s a big difference between having a tag team partner to have your back versus stepping into the serpent’s den as nothing more than a little rat.”

Adrianna stops herself. She closes her eyes and tucks her lips inward. An uncomfortable chuckle escapes her before she opens her eyes again.

“I haven’t used that term in a long time. She used to use that term. Most of you might know who I’m referring to. Those who don’t, let’s keep it that way. That which is kept locked away inside a prison that will never be opened again. As I said, I don’t need her anymore. I’ve known that for a long time. Mia showed me that. She showed me I can be strong without being heartless. Which brings me to my opponent. Next week, at Plymouth Rock Madness, I face the Women’s World Champion, Sativa Nevaeh. Darth Ganja. The Ganja Goddess. The Blood Countess. Now don’t confuse what I said. About being heartless and that bringing me to you, Sativa. I don’t think you’re heartless. I know you’re not heartless. Anybody with their head not up their ass can see that. Now, can you be a bitch?”

Adrianna shrugs her shoulders and nods.

“Of course. We all have our moments that might make us seem less desirable to be around to people. Granted you seem to do that a lot. You see, you have a bad reputation in this business. I’ve done my research on you because I wanna know who I’m facing next week. I wanna know everything about you. I know about your history with Sam Tolson. I know about a...specific cage match you had that had some...controversy around the end. I’m not gonna go into details. And I know about your husband….”

Adrianna falls silent for a moment as she lingers on that thought for a moment before lifting her gaze again.

“I’m not gonna sit here and pretend to act like I know you because I don’t. I’m not gonna say I know how it feels to lose someone on that level of caring because I don’t. I do know how it feels to lose someone you love. I watched her die in my father’s arms when I was twelve years old. Anyway, moving on. I feel like you and me got a lot more in common with each other than either of us might have thought. Does that make us friends? Of course not. Not necessarily. But we’re similar. We’re both familiar with the pain of loss and we’re both not afraid to do whatever it takes to get the job done. I know we’re both gonna go into Plymouth Rock Madness on November 19th to do just that. You got something I want, and I’m coming for something that’s yours. That’s a recipe for war. That’s how all wars start. So let’s set aside all the petty bullshit like everyone else seems to like to spout in this business. Forget the petty insults. The social media banter. I’ll be around over the next week but I’m not gonna call you names and threaten to kick your ass. This match, I will say, means more to me than it probably does to you. You lose this match, I’m back at the top of the ladder with the Women’s World Championship and you stick around to do whatever it is you want. You execute your rematch clause or you and Morgan decide to go for the Burning Hearts titles again. If I lose this match, I’ve been sitting on whether or not I actually wanna stick around here. Now those who know me should know that it isn’t me saying that if I lose this match, that I’m gonna tuck tail and run scared. I’ve never done that in my fucking life.”

Adrianna shakes her head with a stoic look on her face.

“No, I’ve been considering on whether or not I wanna continue with what I’m doing for some time now. But on the flip side, I’ve always been the type to jump at an opportunity when I see it. I saw an opportunity to get back on top when I defeated you in the Queen of the Frontier. So, if I’m being honest, why wouldn’t I challenge for the top prize in this division again? The bottom line is, I respect you Sativa. I respect you as a competitor. I respect you as a person. You do what needs to be done to make sure you succeed. We both do that. So let’s both do what we need to do in Plymouth, next week. Let’s get it done. Let’s go to war. To the victor goes the spoils….”

She gets up out of her chair and walks out of frame and the shot fades.
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Main Event #1. Singles Contest
Eavan Maloney v. Havok w/James Reynolds

The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about fifteen seconds as the opening of "Warrior" by Disturbed plays. Eavan Maloney walks out in a long leather duster and steampunk goggles on her head, her hand above her eyes to look out at everyone.

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...from Ocean City, New Jersey! She is the Krigare….EAVAN...MALONEY!!”

As she walks down the ramp, she continues scouring the crowd, stoic, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She removes her duster and goggles and hands them to the referee before pulling on the ropes as she awaits her opponent.


The lights dimmed down as the building intro to As I Lay Dying’s “Redefined” came through the speakers.

I refuse to let go of the memories!

As the full guitar riff and drums kick in, the lights around the ramp and stage take on a white, flashing effect as the familiar video reel for Havok plays. Intercut with flashes of the Renegade logo, the masked man is seen in obscured shots, lifting weights, smashing cinder blocks with his fists, and clawing at his head as he rocks back and forth in the corner of an old, abandoned, dirty asylum cell.

'Cause they've changed everything inside of me!

If I could go back now to save myself at loss
Substanceless character brought back would be the cost

The curtain on the stage parts and the fans erupt into a shower of boos as James Reynolds comes casually walking out onto the stage. Dressed in his usual black attire of jeans, Italian boots, a t-shirt and his leather jacket. Even in the arena, the man wears sunglasses. The main focus, however, is on the massive figure behind him as the 6’3”, 285lb Havok comes walking right on his heels. Chain dangling around his neck and clenched by the ends in both hands. Havok comes to stand beside James Reynolds as both look down towards the ring. Jim Reynolds’ nonchalant frown curls into a tiny smirk.

Agony today
Is tomorrow's strength
So don't run away
'Cause misery is…

Havok rolls his shoulders and flexes his hands around his chain as he stands there, watching the ring. He briefly turns towards James Reynolds as the man points down towards the ring, mouthing instructions under the music. Finally, Reynolds slaps Havok in the chest and the masked monster begins storming down the ramp with his manager hot on his heels.

ARDEN
“Her opponent! Accompanied to the ring by James Reynolds. Weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds. This...is...HAVOK!!!!!”

Evolving into something that we can't see
Evolving and becoming, transforming
So don't run away

The pain can never be erased
Remain and turn it into strength
Turn it into strength

Havok reaches the steps and burst up onto the apron before coming to the ropes, slingshotting himself over the top and landing on the balls of his feet, bouncing a few times as he stares directly across the ring. Jim Reynolds joins him up on the apron and gives him a few last words before taking his chain and handing it off to the time keeper. Reynolds grabs Havok by the head, staring him in the eyes as he says something and gives the man an encouraging slap on the shoulder. Havok nods and turns his murderous gaze back towards his opponent.

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is our first of two main events and we are ready for ac--what the?”

DICKULOUS
“Hey, Nick guy! How’s it goin’, eh? Miranda, how’re ya bud?”

AUGUSTINO
“Well goddamn! Rick Dickulous! What’re you doing out here, champ? You ain’t here to cause problems for Mami are ya?”

DICKULOUS
“Noooooo no no no. I just wanna scout her out some. You know. I got a title to defend next week; I wanna see the Krigare in action up close! Plus I’m all about fair play and I wanna keep an eye on Jim Reynolds over there! Hey Jimbo! How’s it, guy?!”

From the commentary table, Rick Dickulous sits, waving a thick arm to Jim over head. His Silver Mountain Title sits in front of him. Jim Reynolds throws him the middle finger back.

“Fuck you, you big dumb, Canadian fuck!”

DICKULOUS
“No thanks, guy! I prefer blondes! Ask your ex-wife!”

“What?! You son of a---!”

Rick Dickulous laughs as he turns towards the ring then.

AUGUSTINO
“You banged his ex-wife?”

DICKULOUS
“Good god no. I think Piso did and he had to go get a shot. Hurt a lot worse than the one he gave her, eh? His was in the arm, hers was on the face, eh?”

HANSON
“Can we call the match please?”

DICKULOUS
“Of course!”

Eavan and Havok are in the ring as the bell sounds. Eavan comes out like a cannon and tries for a shotgun style dropkick, but Havok doesn’t even budge. Eavan gets up and hits the ropes. She leaps and goes for a forearm, but Havok just catches her and goes for a chokeslam, but Eavan is able to get out of the hold and hit the ropes behind Havok and deliver a dropkick to the back of the knee of the monster. Havok drops to one knee as Eavan once again hits the ropes and looks to deliver a shining wizard, but Havok is able to grab Eavan and stand back up, taking Eavan and sending her back into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes, hitting a spinning side slam. Havok goes for a cover.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

HANSON
“WOW!!!”

DICKULOUS
“There you go, Eavan!! You got this!! Go Krigare Go!”

AUGUSTINO
“You’re rooting for your opponent next week?”

DICKULOUS
“Like I’m gonna fuckin’ root for Jim Reynolds’ nutjob? Wait...I didn’t mean...fuck that sounded wrong….”

Havok stands up, pick Eavan up with one hand and lifts her up overhead, looking to deliver a gorilla press slam. Eavan is able to wiggle out of it though, delivering a chop block to the knee that once again drops Havok to a knee. Eavan once again hits the ropes behind Havok and delivers a knee to the back of the head that drops the monster to the mat. Eavan quickly climbs to the top rope and delivers Twisted Demon and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Havok throws Eavan off of him.

DICKULOUS
“Holy shit, you see her fly?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Don’t make jokes!”

DICKULOUS
“Sorry…..”

AUGUSTINO
“It’s oka--”

DICKULOUS
“...not sorry! OH!!!”

Havok gets up to his feet and so does Eavan. Havok charges after Eavan, who backs up to the ropes and low bridges Havok causing him to fall to the floor. Eavan looks at this and hits the ropes. Eavan goes for a suicide dive, but Havok just swats Eavan out of the air and picks her up, throwing Eavan into the barricade. Jim is there, yelling orders to Havok as the monster picks Eavan up and drives her back first into the ring post before delivering a powerbomb against the ring apron. Havok rolls Eavan back in and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Eavan got her shoulder up at just the last second.

AUGUSTINO
“Ohhhhh my goooooddddd, c’mon Mami!!!!”

HANSON
“This is not looking good at all!”

DICKULOUS
“It’s no David and Goliath upset, so far, I’ll say that mu---hey, Jimbo! What the fuck’re YOU doin’?!”

As this happens, Jim hops up to the apron to start arguing with the ref. He has the ref’s attention and at this moment, Rick gets up from commentary and comes over, pulling Jim off the apron and towering over him. As Jim puts on a feigned innocent and terrified smile, he backs off, throwing his hands up, not wanting any of the big Canadian. Havok looks over the ropes, staring down at Rick who just looks up and then points behind the monster. Eventually Havok turns around and Eavan launches herself from the top rope delivering the NOLA Makeover and going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HANSON
“NOLA Makeover from the top rope and Eavan Maloney’s gonna win this one!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“She pinned Havok! She just pinned Havok!!!”

DICKULOUS
“Like I said! David and Goliath! Wait...Davina and Goliath? What’s the female version of David? Fuck it. Hey good shit, Eavan, guy! Now I gotta get ready to fight my old man. Every boy does it at some time in life.”

Winner: Eavan Maloney
Result: Pinfall
Time: 8:53
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The camera opens wide on a beautiful view of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The time of day tells us that this has been pre-recorded earlier in the day. It looks about midafternoon. The shot cuts to a street view of downtown Toronto and “The Toronto Daredevil” Max LeBrun is seen walking on the sidewalk through the busy goings on. Black t-shirt, blue jeans, a grey zip up hoodie with the hood down and a black “Devil May Cry” beanie atop his head. His characteristically intense eyes are hidden behind a pair of Oakley sunglasses. He walks in front of the camera as the shot pans back, keeping just a pace ahead of him. Max’s expression is hard to read due to his eyes being hidden but he looks to be at peace with himself.

“So let’s talk about Griffin Hawkins, shall we?” Max begins, slowly taking in the sight of something he and Griff both share. Their hometown. “I’ve been kicking back at home here while Candi explores other promotions. Now Griff and I got something in common. See, this is his home, too. How we never bumped into one another given our similarities? I have no clue.” Max begins to count on his fingers, pulling them from the pockets of his hoodie. “We both dig wrestling. We dig the same music. We both like to be in the spotlight and put on a show for the fans. You’d have thought that would lead us to come in contact sooner than it did. But, it is what it is. We’re also former World Champions. But that’s where the similarities end. Because, see, Griffin Hawkins? He’s the *current* World Champion. The NFW Undisputed World Champion, to be exact. The man’s on his fifth world title reign and me? I’ve only had my one. Big difference there. There’s also the matter of how long it took, since coming into the company to win that world title. Me? I came into NFW back in 2005 under it’s former leadership. As you can probably tell...well...that GM sucked. I don’t even remember their name. Then Luthor Callaway bought it and tried to rekindle the fire in 2007. That idiot wanted to make it all about hardcore and deathmatches and high risk shit but the problem was, he didn’t wanna fork over the medical bills when motherfuckers got hurt. He was all about signing checks and paying for work but then most of those checks went to the hospital when guys like myself or Vincent Stone took a flying fuck off a ladder just so we could slam somebody through a stack of tables covered in thumbtacks, glass and all that other shit. Believe me, it wasn’t fun. All in all, I was in NFW for about two years before it died and the only title I saw was the tag team championships with the guy that taught me how to go high risk and make it count. But people don’t like saying his name anymore, like he’s fucking Voldemort or something. Here’s to them.” He throws up the middle finger before sliding his hands into the pockets of his hoodie once more.

“So then NFW stays dead in the dumps for over a decade and gets bought out by big man Steven Brody and he finally gets it right. He brought back the original idea of NFW. Wrestling. No bullshit. No dumb ass skits. Just two guys - or ladies mind you - in a ring, beating the crap outta each other. Then, of course, he realized he had to get with the times and now we can all just beat the crap outta each other.” He gives an overexaggerated shrug before pocketing his hands again. “I resigned with the company after busting ass on the indies here in Canada for that time and within a few months of my return, I finally nailed it. I won my first and only, mind you, World Title. For anyone who’s been a top tier champion before, you know the feeling. Hell, anyone who’s held any belt can say that. Name of the belt doesn’t seem to mean shit anymore, it’s what you make of it. Buzzsaw and Eavan Maloney elevated the two Television Titles of this company to new heights. But in a lot of people’s eyes, that World Title is still the top prize and for awhile, it was in my hands.”

Max stops by a bench and takes a seat, kicking back and getting comfortable. The camera cuts to suddenly in front of him. This has either been cut and edited or he’s got two cameras on him. We don’t know. “So about a collective two and a half years, it took me to become World Champion in NFW. Then you have a guy like Griff. Fellow Canada bro who knows his way around a ring and can kick your goddamn head off just as good as yours truly.” He double thumbs to himself and clicks his tongue. We just know he’s winking behind those expensive looking shades. “Dude signs and enters just in time to be a part of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament this year. He was a newcomer. An outsider. I’m pretty sure there were a handful of people who felt like he didn’t belong in the tournament. But he proved them wrong. You proved them wrong, Griff. And I sincerely applaud you for that.” He takes a moment to clap. “I applaud everything you do, brother. Because you got the heart. You got the drive. You got the experience. But you’ve also got something I want and that’s the Undisputed World Championship. You came in as a new face in NFW, seeking it and dude? I don’t know if our match was a fluke, if you just weren’t feeling it that day, or what. But with the exception of that match, you cleaned house in that tournament. And you did it only with the expectation of winning a shot at the title. You had the stakes raised on you, essentially last minute and you still went out there, kicked ass and now you’re the man at the top of the mountain. We need more people like you in this business. People with that heart and determination. I mean, I got it, yeah. But we need more. So you and I need to set an example in one week at Plymouth Rock Madness. We need to show the world what this business is all about. We need to show them that the title you hold is worth fighting for. And fight we most certainly fucking are. I mean if you stop and look at it. I’m the only one who has beaten you in NFW. I may be the only one who can. I can say that most certainly plan on it come Plymouth Rock Madness on November 19th. I plan on bringing everything I’ve got just like when we met in the tournament. I don’t need to tell you to bring yours because I know you always do. But history has a tendency to repeat itself. And in Plymouth Massachusetts, that’s exactly what I intend to do when we put on another match of the year candidate...and I pin you again, but this time...for my NFW World Championship.” Max reaches up and lowers his sunglasses from his eyes to let them be seen. “...See you in the ring, bud.” He slides his shades back up, stands from the bench and continues walking down the street of downtown Toronto. This time, it’s away from the camera as the shot fades out….
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Main Event #2. Singles Contest
Rick Dickulous v. William “The Mangler” Mannheim

With Rick Dickulous already waiting in the ring, having simply stepped away from the commentary table following the previous match, the lights begin a strobe effect, bathing the crowd in intermittent flashes of red with the beat of Three Day’s Grace’s “The Mountain” and the top of the ramp is backlit by a bright white light.

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your Main Event! Already in the ring at this time...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at three hundred and seventy eight pounds. He is the Silver Mountain Champion...RICK...DICKULOUS!! And...his opponent! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing three hundred and sixty four pounds. 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.

~DING DING DING~

Rick and William are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two men come to the center of the ring and shake hands quickly before backing up once again and starting to circle the ring. The two men meet up in the middle of the ring and lock up. William goes behind and picks Rick up, slamming him down face first into the mat. William stands up, Rick gets to his feet as well before he comes in, trying for a single leg take down, but William is able to block the attempt. Rick gets back up and the two start to circle the ring once more. They once again lock up, Rick this time going behind and this time, he lifts William up and slams him down to the mat.

HANSON
“Big takedown from Rick Dickulous!”

AUGUSTINO
“Showing daddy who real daddy is! Right Mami?”

MALONEY
“......”

AUGUSTINO
“Eavie? You good?”

The camera cuts over to the table briefly to show Eavan Maloney kicked back in her commentary seat. The look on her face, however, is one of growing bewilderment. A slow realization at what she’s up against.

AUGUSTINO
“MAMI!!!”

MALONEY
“Huh? Wha? Oh...yeah. He’s definitely...he’s good. Really good….”

Rick grabs William and puts him in a side headlock, He wrenches on the hold, pulling back a little bit. William gets up to his feet after a little bit and pushes Rick off into the ropes. Rick comes off the ropes and the two meet in the middle with a shoulder tackle. Both stumble back a step, but neither hit the mat. The two men look at each other, William pointing to the ropes again. Rick nods and hits the ropes, going for another shoulder block, but neither one budge again. This time, William hits the ropes, going for a shoulder block and he knocks Rick down to the mat. William drops down for a quick cover, but Rick kicks out before there can even be a one count.

AUGUSTINO
“He kicked outta that like it was nothin’!”

HANSON
“Two time reigning Silver Mountain Champion is Rick Dickulous! You ready for this guy, Eavan?”

Another cut to Eavan at the table. She says nothing but is now sitting forward with her elbows on the table. It’s beginning to dawn on her face just how much she’s underestimated her opponent for the upcoming event.

William gets right into a mount position and begins to lay in forearms before Rick tosses him off. Rick gets up and so does William. William goes for a clothesline, but Rick is able to duck under the attempt and grab his father and deliver a belly to back suplex. Rick picks William up and sends him into the ropes. William comes off the ropes and Rick takes him down with a clothesline. Rick picks him up, sending him into the corner. Rick charges in, looking for a corner clothesline, but William is able to move out of the way. William grabs Rick and sends him over head with a belly to back suplex of his own.

HANSON
“Shoot suplex from The Mangler, takes his own flesh and blood down!”

MALONEY
“Hah! There ya go! Soften the big guy up for me! Kidding, kidding...totally….”

AUGUSTINO
“You alright, Mami?”

MALONEY
“Huh? Me? Yeah, I’m fine, MirKat. Couldn’t be better.”

William picks Rick up and goes to send him into the ropes. Rick reverses the attempt and William comes off the ropes. Rick telegraphs a backdrop and William just delivers a kick to the face before hitting the ropes once again. As he does this, Eavan gets up from the commentary desk and slides into the ring, getting in between Rick and William before looking at Rick and then at William and shrugs her shoulders, slapping William across the face causing the disqualification.

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“The winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification...WILLIAM…”THE MANGLER”...MANNHEIM!”

HANSON
“Hey c’mon now! What’s Eavan doing?! She can’t get involved in this match!”

AUGUSTINO
“Correction! She can’t touch Rick! Steven and Isabella didn’t say shit about pimp slapping daddy!”

HANSON
“Oh give me a break.”

Just as Eavan is out of the ring, “The Netherworld Circus” starts to play and the lights go out. When the lights come back on, inside the ring is Havok and a masked man. The two men go right after Rick. Havok hammers away at Rick with forearms and closed fists. The masked man strikes him with a metal rod looking weapon.

HANSON
“Hey wait a damn minute! There’s Havok! And that man from before that attacked Vanita Thompson!”

AUGUSTINO
“The fuck are they doing here?!”

HANSON
“I don’t know! Someone get them out!”

As the commentary team goes nuts, Havok grabs Rick by the arm and yanks him forward right into the Disasterpiece, drilling his face into the mat. William Mannheim recovers from his exhaustion and rushes in to assist his son but the masked man in the hoodie suddenly jabs him in the chest with the end of the rod in his hand. We hear a loud, electric clicking as William Mannheim hits the floor, convulsing on the mat.

HANSON
“Is that a damn cattle prod?!”

AUGUSTINO
“It looks like it! Watch out, Nick! Here comes Mami!”

Havok steps over to Mannheim and starts laying boots to him with the masked man in the hoodie. The crowd suddenly lets out a pop as Eavan Maloney comes running back down the ramp with a sense of urgency. The Steampunk Warrior slides into the ring and makes a beeline for Havok and his masked associate but out of nowhere, seemingly, or at least from outside the camera’s frame, Aurora Luna appears and drills into Eavan’s ribs with the Bow Down! Eavan hits hard and Aurora snaps her head up with a wild, guttural shriek.

HANSON
“AURORA LUNA OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! BROKE EAVAN MALONEY IN HALF!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“I DON’T THINK SHE’S DONE!! GET OFF MAMI YOU PUTA LOCA!!!”

Aurora Luna pulls Eavan Maloney up by her hair and into the setup for Kiss Thy Feet. She snaps back, DRILLING Eavan’s head into the mat with the DDT before popping up onto her knees with another scream. Outside of the ring, the camera captures both Jim Reynolds - manager of Havok, and Carlton Walsh - manager and lover to Aurora Luna, standing side by side. The two smile over the carnage and exchange a formal handshake.

HANSON
“JIM REYNOLDS AND CARLTON WALSH?!”

AUGUSTINO
“Are they in cohoots?! That is low, Jimbo! Fucking!! Low!!”

HANSON
“Wait a minute. Miranda? Who the hell is that?”

After the two men and woman are laid out, we look up at the ramp where we see a man standing there with the strange Jigsaw woman and a microphone in his hand. The man, himself, wears a black suit with a long overcoat and a top hat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, tonight, we proudly present to you the Chaos Circus! We bring the violence, the darkness, the chaos. We have been completed and soon, you all will know just how powerful and just how great we can be. The mistress and I scouted for weeks and soon, we will be in that ring, making our mark. Tonight was just a taste of the darkness and destruction we can cause. Welcome everyone, to the Chaos Circus!”

The lights go back out as “The Netherworld Circus” begins to play once again and when the lights come up, all seven people are gone from site leaving Rick, William, and Eavan laid out in the ring.

HANSON
“Miranda what the hell did we just witness?!”

AUGUSTINO
“The Chaos Circus…? Who the fuck is the Chaos Circus?!”

HANSON
“Well, it appears to be Havok, Aurora Luna, and those three strange people we saw with them. One of them took a cattle prod to William Mannheim! Who in the world does that?!”

AUGUSTINO
“We got time to figure it out?”

HANSON
“Unfortunately no, we’re out of time for tonight but next week, folks, is Plymouth Rock Madness! Titles on the line, the Blood of Heroes Coliseum. I bet William Mannheim is gonna have some uhh...choice fists, I’d say...for Havok after tonight!”

AUGUSTINO
“Seems like Havok has backup for that match, Nick. I don’t like it.”

HANSON
“Neither do it, but we’ll see what goes down. So long ladies and gentlemen! We’ll see you next week in Plymouth Massachusetts! It’s our final pay-per-view of the year! Plymouth Rock Madness! Live only on the NFW All Access Network! November 19th! We’ll see you there!”

Credits roll.

Winner: William Mannheim
Result: DQ
Time: 9:04
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